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[buckyownsmylife]

I Didn’t Plan it - Loki smut

The one where he’s drunk

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mention of breeding, loki isn’t really drunk so no dubcon in this

Word count: 2.2k

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I giggled as I watched Loki slightly sway from side to side to the rhythm of a song that was playing from Tony’s very potent sound equipment. I’d never see him like this before. The usually stoic God was almost like a child, easily excited and just as easily distracted by anything and everything around him as the obligatory Friday night party started to die down.

“I can’t believe he’s really drunk,” I commented to Thor, who then let out one of those loud boisterous laughs of his that seemed to come from deep within his chest. It almost startled me - that’s how focused I’d been on his brother, who still almost-danced in front of me.

“It’s not common for my brother to get drunk,” he admitted, and I smiled at the thought of a young Loki just starting to drink and getting like this more frequently. He looked so carefree. So different from how he usually behaved around the other Avengers. It made my heart warm up and suddenly, I wasn’t smiling anymore.

I had been dancing around my feelings for Loki ever since he arrived at the tower. Even when he was still cold and distant, I found myself hypnotized by him and his sharp features, the contrast between the color of his skin and the color of his hair.

That was why I made sure to find whatever way possible to make him warm up to me. I kept my distance and respected his space, but I was still there whenever he wanted some tea, and I already spent too much of my time at the tower’s library, anyway. It was only a matter of time until he started talking to me.

But I didn’t expect that curiosity to become a full-blown crush. He was just too dreamy, I couldn’t help it. The way he spoke constantly reminded me that he was as close to a prince as I’d ever meet, and every time he told me about Asgard or even the books he read I felt butterflies come alive in my stomach.

I could just listen to him for hours. Oftentimes, I did. It’s not like the rest of the Avengers were scrambling to make conversation with him, anyway. Usually it was just the two of us, alone at the library, talking for hours without even realizing…

“Care for a dance?” The hand in front of my face startled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to find a grinning Loki smiling down at me, much closer than I’d originally anticipated, since he actually was curtsying. God, he was cute.

“It would be my pleasure.” I smiled back at him, giving him my hand as I let him lead me towards the dancefloor. If the concern over how he would dance to an electro pop song appeared, it was quickly wiped from my brain as he held me close and gently swayed with me, like what was playing wasn’t in fact a remix version of one of Britney Spears biggest hits, but an honest to God waltz.

I got carried away by his movements, the way my hand fit so perfectly in his. It’s why it took me so long to realize that he was staring intently at me. When I did, a jolt of electricity ran through my body, making me squeeze the hand of his that I was holding.

“What?” I asked, suddenly incredibly self-conscious. He seemed to be trying to memorize this moment, like it was so very precious to him that he couldn’t bear the thought of ever forgetting it. It warmed my heart, and I pressed my lips tightly together to stop my instinct to coo at him.

“There’s something that I’d like to do,” was his answer, and I raised an eyebrow at him. It was a question and an authorization to proceed all at once, but he didn’t seem to get it.

Then again, he was pretty drunk.

“What would you like to do?” I voiced, but Loki hummed, like I’d been the first to speak, and despite my curiosity, I had to giggle. “I said, what would you like to do?” He just stared at me for a while, like he didn’t get it, and I was about to ask him to forget that I’d even spoken when he shook his head.

“Who I would like to do. That is the better question.” I felt my insides freeze as I processed his words, my hand instinctively tightening around his. I don’t think I’d ever realize just how deep my feelings for him ran if it wasn’t for that moment.

“W-who would you like to do?” I asked, hating myself for the way my voice cracked, the way I had to let go of his hand to rub my sweaty palms against my dress. I was blinking quickly, trying to prevent tears from appearing, and so I couldn’t focus my gaze on him when he immediately answered, “You, darling.”

My feet stopped moving, halting our simple dance in the middle of the dance floor. I’d dropped his hands in the shock of his answer, now able to look him in the eye because otherwise I wouldn’t believe him.

“What?” Loki had the most dangerous smirk on his face as he approached me once more, hands immediately taking a hold of my waist to force me to keep moving with him when our hips met.

“I want you, darling,” he whispered in my ear, raising goosebumps as his cold breath hit my sweaty skin. “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk, much less dance.”

I was transfixed, unable to say anything as I stared up into the piercing eyes focused on me and my reactions. My mouth was hanging open, and despite feeling like I needed to say something soon, I couldn’t find the words to speak. Thankfully, Loki seemed to understand that, as he leaned over to whisper in my ear once more.

“You’re such a well-behaved, innocent little dove… on the surface. Would you let me bring out the dark seductress that I am certain is hidden inside of you?” I swallowed despite my dry throat, forcing myself to at least nod.

“Yes,” I finally agree. “Yes,” I repeated because one time wasn’t nearly enough.

Loki’s P.O.V.

In a mist of green, I had her in my bedroom at the tower, arms still tightly wrapped around her back, but now her lips were my prisoners. As the authoritarian ruler that they accused me to be, I didn’t intend to ever let them go.

“Are you as aroused as I am, my love?” I questioned as I made quick work of her dress and my own clothing, eyes drinking in every inch of skin that became exposed to me. “You are a goddess, little dove… and I’ll be sure to treat you as one.”

Finally allowing myself to reach out and explore her body, my hands roamed all over her warm skin as I carefully laid her down on the bed, admiring the scene for a moment before rolling her body over and pulling her hips up, exposing the slit between her thighs to me.

“I want you on your stomach…” I whispered as I adjusted her, brushing the hair away from her back. “… just like this.” The sight of her little cunt exposed to me, the wetness that covered it giving it a slight shine, took my breath away. I stood right there, slowly pumping myself for a few seconds, just admiring her.

“Oh, yes… I’ve imagined you exactly like this so many times, darling,” I confessed, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. It was almost daunting, how she was able to provoke such strong sensations in me without even touching my body, but I wasn’t scared.

Maybe at first, when I realized I was falling for this little Midgardian. I was terrified then, I remembered. But that was before I considered exactly why it was that I became infatuated with her.

She was something different. And she made me feel different than I was - she made me feel better. I had never expecteded to feel that way before, so I didn’t want this feeling to disappear.

I knew I had to have her. I’d do anything to make her mine. And it was just my luck that it seemed like she wanted me just as much.

“You’ve been such a distracting little temptation, my little dove! Did you know that?” She whined before shaking her head, making me chuckle to myself. “So soft…” I was in love with the feeling of her thighs underneath my fingertips, desperate to own every part of her.

“Do you think you can handle me, my love? Do you think I’ll be able to fit inside this little pussy?” I brushed my knuckles over where she was dripping for me, biting my lip as she tried to convince me that she could take all of me. “Let me explore you with my fingers first,” I tried to reason, “See if you’ll take me nicely.”

My two fingers slid in easily with the overwhelming wetness that had accumulated inside her most sensitive part. “Oh, yes…” I moaned, adoring the feeling of her tight channel contracting around my fingers. “You truly were made for me!”

I was almost clinical in my exploration of her insides, eager to figure out what made her tick. Each new thrust of my digits prompted her to spread her legs wider and wider, her hips jutting up in search of more of my touch.

“Doesn’t this feel just right, my darling?” I asked almost to myself, licking my lips at how her pussy hungrily accepted everything I gave her. “Taking my fingers so well… You’re such a good girl for me, little dove.”

More of her wetness lubricated my fingers. My lips twitched up at the sight. She always did look particularly adorable after being praised. “More, Loki,” she begged, and I shivered at the sound I had dreamed of so many times. “I need you, please.”

I hesitated for just a second, wanting to see her fall apart before I even got inside of her, but my own desire was too hard to resist. Paired with her pleading requests, I felt like a fool for keeping myself from making us both satisfied.

“Hold onto that pillow, little dove,” I urged, leaning over her to bring said item closer to her reach. “Are you ready?” I rubbed the head of my member against her opening, collecting some of the moisture to help me ease it in. She whined at the feeling, a long sound that went straight to my cock before she eagerly nodded.

“There we go,” I chuckled, pushing in and immediately groaning at the tightness that welcomed me home. I couldn’t believe I was inside of her.

My eyelashes fluttered when I closed my eyes to immerse myself in that incredible feeling. “Oh, how perfect,” I moaned, caressing her back while I fed her my cock inch by inch. “You take all of me so well, my love.”

She whimpered, making me concerned for an instant. “Does it hurt, darling?” I made sure to ask, needing to be sure that she was feeling as great as I was. “Do you want me to start slow?”

“No…” She whined, hands gripping the pillow I’d provided her. It was pathetic the impact that single drawn-out word had on me, as I took it as permission to start really fucking her. “Harder…” She begged, and that’s when I lost all control.

I fucked her roughly, desperate to show her all of my feelings, have her believe in them through the arguments my hips presented.

“Let go, little dove,” I ordered once I felt her clench around me, recognizing by her grip on the pillow and the strangled sounds escaping her that she was trying to hold back. “Let go for me, my love. I want to feel you drench my member.”

She gushed around me, and my decision was made before I had a chance to even consider it. I wanted to mark her every way I could so I allowed myself to meet her in bliss - and spilled inside of her tight channel.

“Oh, yes…” I moaned, still gently thrusting in and out of her, milking our orgasms. “Gotta make sure I’ve bred you nicely.” Her body trembled before she at last relaxed against the mattress, sighing in satisfaction.

“Happy?” I asked when she turned her face to the side, leaning over her to rub my nose against her soft cheek. She just nodded, eyes closed and I thought she was about to fall asleep when suddenly she opened them wide.

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight…?” I almost laughed at the question, especially since I was still buried to the hilt inside of her. I adjusted the both of us so I could keep myself there and yet hold her close in a comfortable position where we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“And every night from now on.”

[my-shameful-love-blog]

An Eye for an Eye

“Loki’s sentence for the attempted subjugation of Midgard is to be death. We will hold a trial tomorrow morning.”

Your gasp is swallowed by the scrape of chairs as the council rises. You duck further behind a pillar as Odin and the rest stream past. You wait till they’ve left, then creep out. The Einherjar pay you no mind as you make your way back to your rooms.

You lay awake. When the watch calls midnight, you roll out of bed, and fetch your robe. Taking a candle, you hurry out of your rooms, directing your soft footsteps to the library.

You read and read, learning as much as you can about spells of control and torture. And Thanos. You read about Thanos, and the Chiutari.

Sunlight streams through the library windows as you put out your candle and return to your rooms to dress.

The trial commences as the watch calls the tenth hour of the morning.

You watch, fear coursing through your veins, as Loki is lead to the dais, chains on his every limb. He doesn’t meet your eyes as he passes.

“Loki, son of Laufey, you stand accused of the attempted subjugation of Midgard and the destruction of the city of New York. How plead you?”

Before you can second guess yourself, you step out of the crowd. “Not guilty.”

The crowd murmurs with confusion, and Odin looks at you, annoyed. “What?”

“Not guilty.” You gulp, gathering your courage. “I made him do it.”

Loki gasps, turning toward you. “No!”

“And how would you, a simple maiden of Asgard, force a frost giant with extraordinary magical power into doing anything, let alone something so large?”

“A combination of systemic psychological and physical torture, solitary confinement, emotional abuse, and the tesseract.”

The crowd begins to draw back. You can hear the Einherjar loosening swords in sheathes.

You knew you would have to fight, or it wouldn’t be believable. You prepare yourself, shifting your stance slightly, spreading your feet apart. Finally, you send something to Loki, a simple communication spell. “Just let me do this. Tell about Thanos’ torture of you.”

Odin turns to Loki. “Is this true?”

Loki looks terrified. You sigh slightly, then whisper “I’m sorry.”

A control spell strikes him without warning. With his chains binding his seidr fast, he’s unable to shake it. He nods. You can feel him screaming for you to stop. His hands are shaking, you know in anger. Let everyone else assume it is in fear. Fear of you.

Odin rises, his single eye terrible. “Seize her!”

You lash out, flinging blue magic, knives solidify in midair, slashing toward the Einherjar. You cringe inwardly as one strikes a guard in the heart.

You make a shield as a sword slices next to your ear, morphing it into a blade as you slash back at your attacker.

Suddenly, bands of golden fire form in the air around you, tightening, clamping your arms to your sides, halting your magic and your body both in their tracks. Frigga stands beside the throne, hands raised, glimmering golden, eyes flinty, a cold smile on her lips.

The guards approach cautiously, half expecting you to attack somehow, despite Frigga’s hold on you. You feel the manacles close around your wrist, binding your magic as well as your body.

As you are shuffled off to the dungeon, you turn around, craning your neck towards Loki. His face is a mask, horror etched in his immobile features. Only his eyes show differently. There is anger there, fury that you would do something so reckless for him. But it is overshadowed by an undeniable tenderness that cuts you to the bone, more than the horror or the anger or even the desolation in his skin.

You turn back around, clutching at that tenderness. Hardening it, sharpening it, hardening yourself, sharpening yourself. Prepared.

They shove you in a cell. You hear the lock slide home.

Now that you are alone, you let go. Tears fall fast, sobs tearing through you.

It sinks in as you weep.

You are going to die.

The cell is well guarded, not by men, there are no Einherjar in the hall. But magic gleams in the walls and vast windows of the cell. Einherjar are not needed.

You hear people coming and gulp, rushing to the mirror hanging on one wall. Surprisingly, no trace of tears show.

You stand before the glass, awaiting your visitor, presumably Odin.

Five Einherjar surround them, but when you do finally catch a glimpse of green, you stumble back.

Loki.

He halts in front of your cell. “Leave us,” he snaps at the guards.

“But, my prince-” one begins.

“She is in a cage. I have my magic. You think I cannot take her? I said, leave us.”

The Einherjar bow and leave leaving the corridor empty.

Loki rushes forward, pressing his hand against the barrier, your fingers mirroring his. You imagine you can feel the warmth of his skin.

“What has possessed you, love? Why would you do such a thing?” Anger glints in Loki’s eyes, sheathed in a softness that cuts to your soul.

“I couldn’t watch you executed. I couldn’t just stand aside and watch it happen.”

“But now I will have to watch you die, and know that it is my fault. That I brought this upon you.” His eyes begin to glisten, tears shimmering against the green of his irises.

“It isn’t your fault, Loki. I made the choice.” You smile softly, glancing to the clean, white, floor. “I decided that you should live.”

“But why? You are good, you are kind and lovely. I am a killer, a monster. I don’t deserve this chance you have given me.”

“I, too, am a killer. I, too, am a monster. I killed two guards in the great hall. I would have killed more, if I had to. I would have to save you. Because, whatever you might think, you do not deserve to die in shame. You deserve to live and heal and remake yourself.”

“And you don’t? You do deserve to die in shame, a torturer, traitor, killer? You deserve this?”

“More than you. I am of no importance, Loki. I am a servant, a concubine. The galaxy will go on without me. The universe will need you yet. Asgard will need you yet.”

Loki is well and truly crying, tears rolling over his high cheekbones, dropping off his aquiline nose. You find yourself joining him.

“But I need you. I will need you yet. You keep me right, more than anything. Sometimes, in a moment of clarity, I would think of you. Something would remind me of you, and the sceptre’s hold on me would loosen, Thanos’ power would wane, only for a moment. At the end, when that great green thing knocked me about, knocked Thanos out of my head for good, you were the first thing I thought of. How ashamed you would be of me. How disgusted. And then I was brought back, and you didn’t come to my cell, and I felt my worst suspicions had been confirmed. I thought you hated me. At my trial, you were there, and I couldn’t meet your eyes. But then you stepped forward and took the blame upon yourself and I knew you didn’t hate me but it was far, far too late. And my chains bound my seidr, I could not fight any magic you threw at me and you made me go along, made me convict you. I hate myself. I feel a traitor, more one than I did before.” You are both on the floor down now, heads leaning against one another, only the cell wall separating you.

“I know, Loki. But I made you. You can’t ever forget that I forced you to do it, because that means it wasn’t your fault. Just as Midgard wasn’t your fault. You were tortured and controlled, too weak to fight. You are not at fault here. I am. I made the choice to save you, I made the choice to kill those guards. Their deaths are on my account and mine alone. Remember that.”

“I don’t think I can ever forget it.”

Now, more than ever, you ache to touch him. To hold him, kiss him, to know, again, his body.

To reassure yourself. He is here. He is alive. He is real.

“They will make me go. They will make me watch. They will expect me to enjoy it, to be relieved. I don’t know how. I do not know how to make them believe that I am afraid of you. That I hate you.”

“I wish I could touch you.” Your voice is small, weak, even to your own ears. “I wish I could feel you against me, one final time. To know you, once more.”

And you break, sobbing, doubled over, sobs wracking your frame. Tears soak your torn skirt, and Loki looks on helplessly, wishing, more than anything that he could comfort you. Hold you and stroke your hair and soothe you.

After a time, you here the Einherjar returning. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, and cast an illusion to make it appear that you are standing, with your back to Loki. Loki stands, too, casting minor illusions to make it appear that he has not just been sobbing on the floor of the dungeons. The guards round the corner, and Loki turns back to you. “Good bye, my love,” he whispers. Then he turns and goes with the Einherjar, with not a backwards glance. _______________________________________

You awake to a guard banging on your cell wall.

“Oi, you, get up! It’s time.”

He tosses a gown and slippers in, followed by breakfast, slid through a gate in the magic.

You dress, then eat. Once you finish, you go to the door, where a full escort of guards awaits, chains in hand. You do not fight, allowing them to bind you, body and magic. You walk with your head high, certain, unyielding, unashamed. You are in the right, whatever the rest might think.

The halls seem longer, with everyone staring so. You never falter, though. Never glance down. Never waiver.

The throne room is packed, full. People jeer, shout obscenities. Odin sits on the throne, watching you approach him, brazen with your head held high, his single eye cold. When you reach the foot of the stairs, he pounds Gugnir into the floor for silence. A hush falls.

“Maid Y/N of Asgard, you stand accused of torture, murder, treason, and the attempted subjugation of Midgard. How plead you?”

“Guilty, Allfather.”

“Have you any defence to offer?”

“None, Allfather.”

“Then, I, Odin, rightful king of Asgard and keeper of the nine realms, sentence you to die. This sentence is to be carried out immediately. Guards!”

Two more men appear, taking you by the shoulders, leading you away, out of the throne room and down the halls. You know where you are headed. Beheadings are always a spectator sport. You will have an audience.

The room is filling as you enter, people filing in after you. You are taken to the dais, the executioner standing away, axe gleaming in the silken lamplight. The bloodgrooves cut into the floor form a pattern you cannot describe, but feels beautiful and sinister. And then, finally, there is Loki. Dressed in black, sombre-faced and hollow-eyed, he walks to the front of the room, standing beside his family. You can see the control spell you planted on him in the dungeons beginning to wear off, and the lucidity slowly returning to his eyes. Too slowly. He won’t be able to stop this.

Once everyone has stopped pushing, one of the guards reads off your charges and sentence again. The desperation is in Loki’s eyes, he is trying to fight it. He can’t.

One guard places a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to your knees. You keep your shoulders back, head high, jaw set. No fear can show. No weakness can slip through.

One of the guards places your head on the block, a great slab of black stone, hatched from years of death, stained with blood. It smells like iron. The executioner steps forward, raising his axe, a great ugly thing like a crescent moon. It gleams like oil.

You hear the whistle of it as it descends, feel and sharp slice of blinding pain, and then, nothing. _______________________________________

Loki hates you, in that moment. He didn’t notice the spell you had wrapped around him until it was too late, until it had dug its claws into his mind so that he could not shake it loose.

Only now, as your charges were read, could he feel its grip slipping, loosening. But he still couldn’t shake it. Not far enough to stop this.

His mind screams as you are forced to your knees, back straight, your face pressed into the block, still beautiful, despite everything. Still proud. Still so bedamned stubborn.

He begins to shake as the executioner raises his axe over you, rage and futility and devastation.

The whistle of the axe silences the crowd, silences everything. To Loki, it is the loudest sound in the world. Until he hears it sever your neck in two. Until he hears your head roll away, thumping to the floor. _______________________________________

Thor find Loki in his rooms, huddled on his bed, shaking. He goes to him, laying an arm across his shoulders.

“What ails you, brother?”

“Her.”

“She is gone. She cannot hurt you.”

“She can.” Loki huddles closer to himself. “You don’t understand. She was innocent. I was tortured, but not by her. Never by her.”

“What?” Thor is incredulous, shocked. “What are you saying, brother?”

“She gave her life for me. She told father she was in league with Thanos to spare me. She took my place. I can never forgive myself.”

“Why didn’t you stop her?”

“Do think I wouldn’t have? She put a control spell on me, forced me to watch her die and not do a thing about it.”

“She killed two men.”

“I know she killed two men. She did it for me. To save me. She made certain that even if Odin didn’t quite believe she was working with Thanos at first, he would believe it soon after. Immediately after.”

Thor gapes at Loki, struck speechless by Loki’s confession. “You mean, she did all that for you?”

Loki nods miserably. “Both those men, and her, on my account.”

“But not Midgard. You said you were tortured.”

“By Thanos, not her. Never, ever her. Thanos tortured me-” Loki breaks off, shuddering. “He used the sceptre to control me. The same way I controlled Selvig and Barton. So when your green friend tossed me about…” Loki trails off, letting Thor come to his own conclusions.

“Banner knocked the sceptre’s hold loose. He brought you back to yourself.”

Loki nods. “And she told me I deserved a second chance. To remake myself. She said I didn’t deserve to die in shame. But nor did she.”

Thor stands suddenly. “I have to tell father. He is the king. He must know all that has happened. I will help you clear her name, at least, brother.”

“Thank you, Thor. You don’t know how much it means.”

[buckyownsmylife]

holding your breath - Loki smut

The one where Loki has successfully corrupted you.

Warnings: priest au, corruption kink, kind of a daddy kink because of loki calling the reader “little one”, she does call him father, but it’s because he’s a priest, oral (m), dubcon because reader is innocent and doesn’t know better, so imma go with innocence kink too, i mean, it is loki we’re talking about. Breeding kink and sex on the floor, like that’s not uncomfortable af.

Word count: under 1K

A/N: this is a follow-up to this fic and this fic.

“What shall I do to you now, little one?” I tsked, approaching her to run a single finger under her jaw. She shivered, and I grinned for the easy reaction I could so effortlessly collect from her. 

“So sensitive,” I pointed, already working on freeing myself of my clothes until I was as naked as her, relishing in the hungry way her eyes roamed my body. I remembered when she couldn’t even raise them to meet mine. Oh my, just how I had already changed her.

“Anything at all,” was her response, almost as eager as her demeanor. “Anything you want.” Seeing her like this, knelt by the foot of my bed, brought me images of when I used to see her in the same stance during  mass. I’d admired her even then, too overtaken by desire to fear that anyone would notice, but it was different now.

She was naked now. And she was mine.

“Perhaps it is time for me to finally breed you, my darling. Is that what you want? For me to brand you as mine in this one other, more final way? To paint your insides with my special balm so you can raise us a little one, and no one else will be able to look at you without knowing that you’re accounted for? Answer me, dove.”

“Yes, father.” My lips immediately curled up into a smirk. I truly had trained her well. No ounce of hesitation, not one question over the whys and hows. She was my little slut, now. She trusted me with her body and soul, and would happily accept anything I offered her.

“Very well, little one,” I whispered as I caressed her cheek. “You want this cock? Come and show me just how much.” I didn’t need to say it twice. She crawled up to me on her hands and knees before sitting back on her heels and waited patiently for me to offer my member to her eager lips.

Such a well-trained pet.

“Go on, darling.” She was on me in a second, her mouth opening as wide as she could to engulf my cock on her warmness. “Oh God”, I prayed, feeling her lips drag over my hardness, my fingers burying in the locks of her hair before curling around the back of her neck. “Thank you for sending this one to me. This perfect little dove, an innocent little flower I had the pleasure to corrupt and find my own pleasure in.”

She truly was a gift. My gift. And I’d never let her go.

I let her suck me for a few more minutes, knowing she enjoyed this just as much as I did. She didn’t even use her hands anymore, the little thing. Only her mouth and tongue to pleasure me, her eyes never straying from mine, regardless of how difficult the position was to her. I’d love nothing more than to release inside of her mouth, have her tasting me for days, and I knew she would appreciate it just as much, but I couldn’t.

I had other plans for her.

Still, I rewarded her enthusiasm and dedication with a kiss, when I pried her away from my throbbing cock, tasting myself on her lips. “Well done, my darling.” It always made her feel so proud of herself, her smile as big as mine as she stared up at me with love in her eyes. “You know what?” I thought out loud, finger tracing her jaw before my hand wrapped around her throat. “I don’t think I’m going to take you to bed tonight.”

Even before a pout could make its way to her expression, I’d pushed her down on the rug, taking my familiar place between her legs. “Yes… I think I’ll have you just like this, sprawled on the floor… What do you say?”

“Anything you want, father.” Sweet little thing.

Plunging inside of her was nothing short of a slice of heaven. It was moments like these that made me believe the Lord was real, and He had rewarded his faithful servant with this little angel, sent directly to me.

“You like this, don’t you, my dove?” I asked, immediately thrusting in and out of her while laving her in my caresses. “You like being an instrument to my pleasure. You like serving me in and out of the altar. You can’t imagine a life without me anymore.”

I panted as she moaned out a confirmation to my words, earning herself more kisses down her chest. It was beautiful to see her in this state, so far gone, so far mine. She’d do anything for me.

“This is where you belong…” I continued, although speaking was becoming harder and harder as the pit of pleasure tightened on my lower stomach. “You like being my little whore, don’t you, little one?”

She could only nod by now, but I was too close to care. “Show me…” I ordered, picking up the pace of my thrusts. “Show me by cumming for me. Milk me dry.” Her walls clenched around me, her body so submissive it knew better than to disobey me.

As for me, it felt like I couldn’t stop now. Being inside of her was too intoxicating, too addicting for me to ever consider interrupting my movements. A hand curled around her throat, calling out for her attention as I began to lose control of my hips.

“Look at me. Look at me when I cum deep inside of you.” And as my cum found a home inside of her, so did my heart, that I’d relinquished without even noticing. “I love you, darling.”

[buckyownsmylife]

I’ll see you in my dreams - Loki smut

The one where Loki has erased all of your thoughts in an effort to fill them with him and only him.

Warnings: dubcon, sort of amnesiac reader, soft!dark!loki, unprotected sex, reference to past sexual activities, cum, cum eating, dirty talk, a hell of a lot of praise, oral sex (f), p in v, love confessions, breeding kink, implicit references to kidnapping

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: this fic is intended to be some sort of follow-up to my first Loki smut, Burn. It can still be easily understood without previous knowledge of that one, though, as it is almost exclusively pwp.

Something in my dreams woke me up with a startle. I sat up on the bed before I even realized I was awake at all. It took me a while to get my breathing in control, but when it did, the hand over my heart enclosed around my own naked breast and I looked down to see that with the sheet pooled around my waist, it was clear that I was completely bare.

I didn’t like sleeping naked. Did I? For whatever reason, I couldn’t remember. Even if my first instinct was to reject the feeling of the cold silk against my sweaty skin, the longer I considered it, the more uncertain I was of my true opinion on the subject.

I never got the chance to worry too much about it, though - an uncomfortable stickiness between my thighs crying out for attention. I shifted on the bed, trying to understand what it was, before finally relenting and scooping some of it with my fingers. It was white and creamy, but unlike anything that I could remember seeing before.

Not that there was that much that I remembered. But that must be because I was still sleepy, right? I was still taking some time to recognize my surroundings, the luxurious drapes that stopped any sunlight from pouring in, the soft bed that seemed too big to be only mine.

My fingers still absentmindedly explored the unknown liquid between my thighs when the door of the room slammed open, startling me again. “Just what do you think you’re doing, little dove?”

I blinked a few times, staring at the man with the raven hair, hypnotized by his beautiful green eyes. Loki, something deep inside of me recognized, and this feeling of certainty in what had been a confused state of mind up brought indescribable comfort to my soul.

“You know you’re supposed to come looking for me when you’re feeling like that,” he kept talking, unaware of the overwhelming feeling of safety that took over me at remembering him. It was only when he climbed on the bed, forcing my legs apart and taking his place between them, that I understood what he was referring to.

It became even clearer when he seized my wrist, raising my wet fingers to his mouth before enclosing them with his beautiful lips. “Just call out to me next time, darling. You know I’ll always come for you… and I’ll make you cum for me.”

I was still transfixed by the way his lips glistened as he leaned over me again, attaching them to my jaw before slowly licking his way down my throat, my breasts, until he reached my navel.

“Open up those beautiful legs, angel. Let me see you.” My hesitation only lasted a millisecond before I did just what he wanted. I didn’t feel like holding back anymore. I liked his touch on me, the way it made me feel. It was so much better than the confusion I’d felt until he appeared in the bedroom.

“You’re always so ready for me…” His smile was so beautiful when he looked at me from between my legs just before his tongue reached out and spread my lower lips. “And so delicious… Oh, Gods, what have I done to deserve you?”

I didn’t know, and I couldn’t think. Not with his mouth tasting me, exploring the most vulnerable parts of my body and soul. It felt like he was unraveling me, uncovering whatever sins I’d tried to hide just as I let him take my body with eyes, hands and lips.

I was completely his.

“Can’t believe I get to have you like this.” His confession sounded almost too personal for me to hear, and I don’t believe he intended for it to reach my ears, but it did anyway. Just before he made me cum onto his waiting mouth.

He didn’t wait any longer after he brought me to an orgasm. Pushing himself in before my walls had stopped clenching around nothing, he groaned and immediately settled on a punishing pace, like he just couldn’t help himself.

The sounds of our frantic coupling bounced off the walls, making my head spin, and it only added to the dirtiness of the act we were currently performing. “Oh, my love…” He whispered, piercing eyes lost in mine. “Fucking you is everything to me.”

I knew I felt the same. I couldn’t remember anything outside of our movements.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he moaned, piercing eyes focused on mine, hampering my ability to focus. “But you’re always beautiful to me. You’ve always been.”

There was a peculiar sense of longing in his tone that didn’t make sense to me, but then again, not much did at that moment. All I knew was that I needed him badly, even if I didn’t understand why.

His lips captured mine once more, hips gaining speed as he drilled his member into me, again and again and again and again. I felt like I was in a dream, floating away, watching from a distance as my body responded instinctively to the man so lovingly defiling me.

“You love everything I give you,” he was almost insistent, hips as persistent as his tone. “You love me.” Unable to speak, I held onto him tightly, fingers biting on his skin as he drove into me repeatedly.

“Loki…” The name escaped my lips without me realizing or even intending to, but the second that his gaze met mine, a large smile on his face, I was grateful that I’d let it slip past my lips.

“Yes, moan my name, my love,” he coaxed, hips unrelenting in their search to meet mine. “I love hearing it fall from your lips like that, so full of devotion.” His eyes skimmed over my face, taking in my expression of bliss. “I’m devoted to you too, darling. Always.”

In this dance of body and soul that we shared, I felt stripped of all inhibitions - particularly since I couldn’t remember a single one I was supposed to have. So when he asked me to moan his name again, I did, because his was the only one I could think of.

“Would you like me to breed you?” His fingers running up and down my jaw brought me back to this moment, the one taking place right then. They moved further up so he could stroke my cheek as he waited for an answer, and maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.

All I knew was that I couldn’t hold back any longer. And perhaps Loki was aware of that, because as my scream of bliss broke the peaceful atmosphere of the room, he groaned, “Yes, my angel. Let’s ruin this bedding together, come for me,” against the shell of my ear.

And so I did. White burning bliss took over me, drowning all of my senses, leaving me only with the pleasure between my thighs, and by the time I got back to the present moment, Loki had stopped moving.

“You’re mine,” he whispered as soon as I opened my eyes, hands cradling my face, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “All mine. Forever.”

His kiss felt like a permanent seal to his promise, never-ending and powerful. When he finally pulled away, he adjusted me so I’d lay on his chest, hand rubbing circles on my back.

“Can’t wait to wake up next to you,” he whispered as I was almost asleep. “You’re never leaving me.”

[buckyownsmylife]

For headcanons: Loki trying to get you to admit to him your kinks and you being all shy but turned on talking about it.

I can’t believe I lost the whole fucking thing I was writing, it was so good 😭 But anyway, here’s what I can remember of it (I’m so fucking sad, y’all)

if you’re reading this and want me to write something, feel free to send me some headcanons ideas! I’ll be writing those all day!

It all started in one of those mandatory Avengers parties

Someone suggested a game of truth or dare, and even though he didn’t exactly understand the point of it, Loki would never skip an opportunity to know more about you

No one knew just how close you two had gotten ever since he arrived on the tower, nor about how you chose to spend your time together

But even though Loki felt like every night he spent with you, a new layer of his soul was unveiled even to himself

He still didn’t really know you, didn’t see just how the way you two connected was reverberating in your being, the way it was happening in his

And that never became clearer than when Natasha answered that you were the kinkiest person on the tower when asked about it

His eyebrows rose up to his hairline

That wasn’t how he was used to seeing you when the two of you were together

And the thought of not knowing all of you, not actually be entitled to each and every piece of you, including the corners of your mind you were too embarrassed to share...

Let’s just say Loki did not like that for one bit

He started to bug you about it all the damn time, whenever he was able to get you alone

You can even say he got a bit obsessive about it

But you were still too nervous to admit your true nature to him

So he had to find other ways to get you to speak...

The most efficient one was when he had you right on the brink of pleasure, about to come around his fingers, tongue, or cock

He’d stop all of his ministrations them, keeping only the bare minimum to keep you right there, on the edge, until you confessed something, anything

“Tell me, little one...” and can you just imagine his voice when he was staring up at you from between your legs?

“Tell me what you think about at night, when I’m not here to keep you satisfied. I want to know everything that makes you wet and delicious, so ready for me.”

You’d try to keep it in, hold the sheets underneath you between your fingers like that would hold the words back inside your mind, but he was determined to make it impossible for you

“Tell me and I might make it come true...”

You didn’t doubt his ability to make your wildest, filthiest fantasy an overwhelming reality even for a second, and now you were forgetting why you were afraid to share them

“I can make you so happy, little one... We can have so much fun together...”

“I can spoil you beyond your dirtiest dreams... All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

And there it was. The point of no return.

Only instead of outright saying it, you decided to show him what it was that made you aroused out of your mind - little by little.

“What if I don’t?” 

He froze then, only for a second, immediately understanding what you were doing, what you were sharing

And then a beautiful, dangerous smile spread over his face, taking over his features, making him look every bit the enticing man you’d fallen for despite everyone’s warnings

“If you don’t share your fantasies with me... I might have to keep you right here, right on the edge, until you start spilling all of those beautiful secrets you seem so keen on keeping from me”

“And what if I like that?” You immediately countered, making him once again raise his gaze to meet your eyes, finding a smile just as sinful dominating the face he’d come to know so well

“I’m gonna take you so hard you’ll be sorry you didn’t open up to me sooner.”

“Ah, now that I know I will like.”

Loki would raise up to kiss you, sharing the intimate taste of you between your tongues as he savored this newfound trust and more intimate connection that had started to grow between the two of you

“We’re gonna have so much fun, little one.”

Okay, so this is almost completely different from what I had originally written, but I don’t hate it 😯 Thank you so much for requesting something, darling - especially a Loki headcanon!

[buckyownsmylife]

I can see you write Loki headcanons 👀 How about Loki realising that he has fallen in love with a puny, little mortal, the very thing he ridiculed his brother for? At this point it's too late, he's in too deep to just shrug it off.

Thank you for sending me this idea, friend! I always try to acknowledge just how weird it must be for Loki to be falling in love with what he always considered to be less than him, but it’s nice to fully elaborate on that!

It’s Headcanon Sunday! I’ll be writing headcanons all day, send me your ideas!

It hit him all at once.

Not like the clear suspicion he’d had slowly gotten rid of ever since he came to live at the tower and met you

He wasn’t prepared to be treated with such kindness and patience like you dedicated it to him

He’d come to Midgard expecting anger and resentment

Much like the feelings he had towards your people in general

But you surprised him

You cared about how he was feelings

Made sure he was eating

Even asked for his presence in group activities

And although he was sure it started as something out of politeness

The more time he spent with you, a bond was being created

You liked reading by his side, even asking for his suggestions once you were done with a book

And he found himself slowly warming up to do the same, enjoying getting to know you through your favorite stories

He began seeking you out

And so the partnership of tea dates and book club took place

You liked cooking, he started to join you in the kitchen because you looked so beautiful twirling around in an apron while gathering the stuff you needed to bake cookies or cakes or whatever it was that day

And then slowly accepted to help you with mixing or adding the ingredients

Until he started to actively look forward to those evenings spent together in the kitchen, doing an activity he used to see as something exclusive to those who worked for him

Still, he didn’t realize it

He didn’t realize despite the teasing from his brother, or the physical reactions he felt towards you

Like his hands becoming sweaty, or his heart picking up

It’d take a near-death experience for him to suddenly realize his actual feelings

Now, imagine the tower was attacked by some sort of supernatural being

And you were hauled in the air by such creature, their grip on your throat asphyxiating you right before Loki

He’d absolutely lose it, right then and there

In a green mist, you’d be released, and although the creature was still there, Loki would be between you and them now, protecting you

“Stand back,” he’d order, and you swear you’d never seen anything as sweet and hot at the same time

Once the situation got under control, Loki turned around to meet your eyes and that’s when it hit him

He was in love with a Midgardian

But despite everything he taught himself to believe, you weren’t rude, or stupid, or unworthy of his time and energy

You were everything to him

And he wasn’t afraid of it

In fact, he savored this change just as he savored the kiss you two share now that he knew you were out of danger

After that, he knew that being immersed in Midgardian life wasn’t all that bad

Just as long as you were by his side to guide him through it all

Happy Valentine's Day, my lovelies! 

[buckyownsmylife]

Loki taking the reader’s virginity headcannon?

I’d like to make it very clear that, as we all know, ✨virginity is a social construct✨but it is fun to incorporate it in some writing, so here it is! 

Headcanon Sunday is now Drabble Sunday! Send me your ideas about the fics on my masterlist and I’ll write a little drabble about it for you!

Can I be honest?

I don’t think Loki would be one to care about the concept of virginity until you explained it to him

And then once you’ve told him you’re a virgin and explained what it meant on Earth and to you, particularly, he’d obviously start reading about it

Because I think he’s really a romantic victorian at heart, I think Loki would be the type to ask you to wait until marriage

It wouldn’t matter how much you begged for him to take your virginity

He’d simply refuse it

“You should save yourself for marriage,” he’d insist, and at first you thought it was cute

Quickly, you got fed up with it, though

You’d been dating for a while, and every time you tried to deepen a kiss into a steamier make-out session, he’d just leave you high and dry

“We’re not in the Victorian era anymore!” One day, you’d explode

“Virginity is a social construct, I’ll lose mine when I want to and if you don’t want to take mine, I’ll find someone who does.”

Of course, you didn’t mean it

You were just feeling hurt (and sexually frustrated, let’s be real)

But it took your outburst, accompanied by actual tears, for him to realize that his dismissal of your needs was actually hurting you

“My darling,” he made sure to stop you from leaving, settling you on his lap

“This is simply my way of showing you that I want you for so much more than a casual relationship.”

And how could you be mad after that?

It didn’t take long for him to propose

And despite knowing you’d live with him in Asgard, he insisted on holding a “Midgardian wedding”, so you’d be able to celebrate this day with everyone you loved

The party was lovely, and despite Loki being… Loki, he actually seemed like he had fun

You’d never forget the way he looked when he saw you on your dress for the first time

The night was over too soon - or at least, the public part of it

Loki took you over the threshold of the lovely hotel room where you’d be spending your first night as husband and wife before depositing you on the bed

His eyes were dark as he warned you, “I won’t be able to contain myself for even five more minutes.”

Your clothes disappeared in a mist of green, your body finally bare for him to take in

He tried to prepare with your fingers as best as he could, taking advantage of the time he was exploring you visually, getting adjusted to this new level of intimacy slowly

But he was only able to hold back for so long

He’d been keeping himself in check for too long, already

When he penetrated you, he made sure not to wear a condom

He knew you weren’t in any type of contraceptive and he relished in it

He wanted you to leave your marital bed pregnant with his heir

Your mouth fell open as Loki finally fulfilled your dream and took your virginity

And it hurt, of course it hurt, but it was also perfect

You wouldn’t trade your experience for any other

Loki is a simp and you can’t change my mind 😉

[buckyownsmylife]

How about Jötun Loki hc? And how the reader would react?

aaaaah, jötun Loki... Such a great request, thank you Lucy!

Headcanon Sunday has started! Send me your ideas so I can write them today!

So here’s the thing

I think Loki and the reader would be in the earlier stages of a possible relationship

That moment where everyone knows they’re together

But neither you nor Loki had necessarily defined the relationship yet

You mostly didn’t want him to feel pressured

You knew how you felt about him

And you didn’t doubt his feelings for you anymore

But you knew he needed time

Time to work through his own insecurities

And time to get over everything he’d ever been taught or chose to believe about Midgardians

So you didn’t stress too much

You spent your evenings together, often in the tower’s library

And whenever you both were forced to attend a social gathering, you tended to stay close to each other, like the proximity made Tony’s parties more bearable somehow

It was safe to say you were Loki’s lifeline while living at the tower

Which is why the sudden loss of control of his Asgardian form freaked him out

The first time it happened, it was just him and Thor around to witness it

You’d been away on a mission for the last few days, the first time he’d been this long apart from you ever since you started developing your romantic relationship

“I thought you were able to control this, brother.”

Loki frowned, as confused about this as the other god.

“I am! I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Well, try to figure it out as soon as possible. Wouldn’t want Lady Y/N to see you like this.”

Now, of course Thor didn’t mean to hurt his brother

He was just used to thinking about Jotuns a certain way, regardless of the fact that Loki was one

It was like two different people in his mind

But the problem was, Loki agreed with Thor

He was certain that the second you saw him in his other form, nothing would ever be the same again

You’d look at him with disgust

Or at least like something you didn’t recognize

And so when you came back from your mission, he didn’t wait for you by the hangar

In fact, he never even left his room, too scared of what your reaction would be like

Especially since as the days went by, he became unable to change back into his Asgardian form

But you weren’t okay with not seeing him after so long separated

So as soon as you took a shower, you convinced Tony to help you overrule Jarvis so you could get inside his room

Finding him curled up on his bed, in his Jotun form

“Is this why you were hiding from me?”

He never answered, jumping out from the bed and standing on the other side of the room so he’d be as far away from you as possible

Your heart broke, seeing him so insecure over something like this

Something that was a part of who he is

“I wish you wouldn’t have been stressed out about this, darling.”

You approached him cautiously, so he’d see how serious you truly were about what you were saying

“I don’t really care.”

“Your color will never change how I feel about you.”

And then, as you got even closer and took in the height difference between you two now that he was in this new form

“Neither will your size.”

Your comforting smile earned you a chuckle from his larger frame

And then when you reached out to touch him and his palm engulfed yours, you both gasped at how instantly his form got back to the one you were used to seeing

“It seems like the problem was how much you’ve been missing me,” you teased

But he only agreed, pulling you into his embrace as he inhaled the smell of your perfume

“It seems like it was.”

Come here, Loki bb ✨ Let me comfort you 😎