“does loki think i’m pretty in this dress? he’s been glaring at me the whole party :((” reader X loki who is not actually glaring but giving bedroom eyes only his jaw is clenched because he is fighting for his life resisting the physical urge to take you to a bathroom and fuck you until you've come undone all over his cock
reader who’s covering herself up in bed thinking she's not sexy x loki who thinks you're a sex goddess and literally will not come all night just to make sure he can fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty head how do you not know all the things he wants to do with you?
reader who whimpers in her sleep and can't sleep without snuggling up to her loving husband x her loving husband loki who used to lie awake at night because of nightmares but now it's because your ass is grinding against his crotch and he's debating whether to wake you up or not because he's getting restless and so is his cock
reader who's on her period and is sniffling and crying because of pain and hormones x loki who asked her to sit in his lap so he could cuddle her but didn't know her intimate areas would be so warm and now he's stuck with a hard-on and an adorably horny wife grinding against him because it "helps the cramps"
summary: you haven’t followed some rules your Dom, Loki, put in place that you agreed to, he punishes you accordingly (same Loki x f!reader as in New Jewelry. but can be read alone)
warnings: Dom/soft!Dom Loki, sub reader; established relationship; discussion of Dom/sub agreements; consensual punishment for not following the agreements; color system safe words, only green is used; Sir kink; mild praise kink; spanking; nipple play (clamps); use of a remote vibrator; overstimulation/prolonged stimulation; orgasm control; partially clothed grinding; mild sub drop; aftercare; mild domestic fluff
word count: ~3,100
Sunday morning rolls around and you dread the call you’ll have to make to your Dom, Loki, telling him you can’t come over on your usual day to see him. With your busy schedules, you agreed early on to intentionally carve out time to see each other on a weekly basis, and more if you were able. Sundays are your dedicated day together at his place, whether you engage in activities of a sexual nature or not. Sometimes you just enjoy each other’s company in the mundane, cooking and eating together, watching films, or lounging around reading. It didn’t matter as long as you were together.
In order to make this work, you had a set schedule during the week to run your errands and take care of your home and personal needs, ensuring Sundays stayed clear for Loki and that you still had plenty of time for social activities and rest earlier in the weekend. This schedule is intended to help you out too, as you have a tendency to both overextend yourself in work and personal life as well as procrastinate. When you both realized this, Loki offered a solution, a structure, and a way to help you get better at setting your boundaries for your own well-being. He of course offered to help make sure you followed it. In this arrangement, he gets to take care of you, you get to be taken care of, and you both prioritize time with each other, which are aspects of your relationship you both value deeply.
This week, you broke your schedule, having agreed to work more hours than were really necessary one day, throwing off everything you needed to do. Now, Loki isn’t an unreasonable Dom, and he cares for you very much. If something important, necessary, or unavoidable comes up that messes with your schedule, he helps you as much as he can to get back on track, sometimes running an errand for you or coming over to your place to help you with housework. But this time was not necessary, you had caved to your boss’s request knowing very well that the extra hours weren’t needed, unable to stand up for your boundaries. Because of this, and that you felt guilty and upset at yourself, you hadn’t told Loki yet.
After mulling over a late breakfast and getting ready for the day, you reluctantly call Loki.
“Hi, Loki,” you say sheepishly through the phone, alerting him instantly that he’s not going to like what he’s about to hear.
“Hello, darling…” he responds, his tone on the edge of scolding already.
“I… um… I can’t come over today,” you whisper out.
“Oh, and why’s that,” he queries, unamused.
“I didn’t finish up my housework this week. I worked too long on Tuesday…”
“Were those extra hours necessary, darling?” Loki asks, knowing that the answer was going to be no.
“No… I’m sorry, I let my boss talk me into it, I couldn’t help it…” disappointment in yourself laced in your words.
“Hmm… okay, pet, I’m coming over.”
Your heart leaps, surprised at this response, having been expecting to be reprimanded instead.
“Oh, thank yo–”
Loki cuts you off by saying, “Don’t think me yet, pet, I’m still going to punish you for this. You need a reminder on how to follow your rules and set boundaries for yourself.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you respond, hanging your head, knowing he’s right.
“I’ll be over soon. Do begin your housework without me.”
With that he hung up, and you go to put on your black leather choker with an emerald to show Loki you’re assuming your submissive role when he arrives. Then you set to work, first focusing on the pile of dirty dishes you’ve let accumulate for days in the sink.
Once the dishwasher is loaded and you are placing the final handwashed item in the drying rack, Loki knocks on your door. You quickly dry your hands and trot over to open it. Even though he can let himself in he prefers for you to let him in, an unspoken consent for him to enter your space where he doesn’t spend much time, especially given his earlier promise to punish you.
“Hi, Sir,” you greet him with a slight curtsy and bow of your head as you step aside to let him in, already slipping into a more submissive role, needing him to take care of you in your stressed and overwhelmed state.
“Hello, pet,” Loki places a hand under your chin to bring your gaze to him, admiring the signal to him wrapped around your neck before leaning down to kiss you, making you hum, feeling better that he’s here.
He pulls away and glances around the apartment, spotting the much too large but freshly washed pile of dishes and the running dishwasher.
“You’ve started, very good. What do you have left to do, pet?”
“I’ve got to do laundry, vacuum and sweep, generally tidy up, and cook.”
“Good. Well, most of those things you won’t need any clothes for,” he ponders out loud on his way to take a seat on your couch.
“Come here, pet.”
You scurry over to stand in front of him.
“Strip.”
His command shoots straight to your core. The smallest and simplest things he does have you sopping for him. You do as he says and soon you’re completely bare in front of him, your clothes discarded in a pile on the floor.
He motions you closer to him, and you know what to do. You kneel on the couch next to him before draping your torso over his widespread knees, your face and breasts pressing into the cushions as your hands assume their position crossed behind your back. Loki engulfs your clasped hands with one of his while his other hand gently caresses your ass, a soft contrast to what’s to come, sending shivers over your body.
“Do you know why you’re about to be spanked, pet,” Loki asked, always keeping clear communication with you in this state.
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t set my boundaries, Sir, which messed up my schedule and my planned and cherished time with you,” you glance over your shoulder at him, seeing him smile at you, content with your answer.
“Good, good. Now, since you know what you’ve done, and you feel bad about it, I’ll go a little easy on you, darling. Plus, you need to be in decent shape to finish your work once I’m done with you. Can’t hinder that now, can I?”
“No, Sir.”
“Right, just twenty spanks then. And you’d best remember to count.”
He pauses, “Color?”
“Green, Sir!”
His hand lands on your right cheek barely a second after you speak. You gasp at the first harsh contact and quickly remember to count, squeaking out a “one” followed quickly by a “two” as his hand lands on your left cheek. He intersperses his spanks with caresses, making sure you’re okay and giving you time to breath, sometimes bringing down a few in quick succession, not giving you much time to count.
By ten you’re nearly out of breath and embarrassingly aroused. Loki knows how much you enjoy spanking in the end; he would never inflict a punishment on you that did not also give you pleasure. He coaxes your legs apart, exposing your cunt and inner thighs to him. He continues, speeding up the remaining spanks, landing some on your inner thighs, and a few on your cunt now that you’re more prepared for blows there. The swats to your cunt make you moan, nearly causing you to cum, which you know is not allowed right now. You breathe out a final “twenty” as he keeps his hand in place on your heated ass, gently massaging to sooth the area, his other hand gently squeezing yours reassuringly.
“You did so well, pet, for a naughty girl you’re being very good right now, didn’t even cum when I spanked your cunt,” Loki praises, making you clench which he sees from his vantage point above you.
You start to move off his lap, but he grabs your waist, “Uh-uh, I’m not done with you yet.”
“Sir?” you question, unsure of what he’s going to do next.
He brings his fingertips to your glistening folds, toying with your clit, eliciting whimpers from you.
You’re so sensitive from the spanking you’re afraid you might cum without permission.
“Please, Sir, may I cum?”
“No,” he stops his movements and places his hand back on your ass.
He lets go of your hands and positions his open palm in front of your face, a toy you’ve not seen before appearing in his hand: a c-shaped vibrator.
“I’m going to place this in your cunt. I can control it remotely. You’re going to keep this inside you as you do your housework. Do you understand, pet?”
You nod into the cushion, “Yes, Sir.”
You gulp as he slides one end of the toy into you and positions the other over your clit. He starts the device on a very low setting, giving you only the slightest teasing stimulation.
“Sit up, darling. I have one more thing for you before you are to pick those clothes off the floor and go start your laundry.”
You move to kneel next to him on the couch, struggling a bit to maneuver gracefully with the vibrator wedged inside of you, but eventually assume a decent posture, breast thrust out with your hands on your thighs. Loki turns to you, bringing his lips to yours in a kiss that makes you melt. He switches so well and so quickly between soft and hard you practically get whiplash sometimes and you love it, it keeps you on your toes. His kisses trail down your neck slowly as his hands come up to your breasts, teasing your already taught nipples. He makes sure your nipples are good and erect while sucking on your neck before he pulls back, producing the nipple clamps you enjoyed so much a few weeks prior.
You gasp in both excitement and worry about how the hell you’re supposed to get anything done with a sore bottom, a stuffed cunt, and teased nipples!?
Loki eyes you suspiciously, “Can you handle these too, pet?”
Without hesitation you nod affirmatively making Loki smirk and shake his head, amused, “Is this even a punishment for you anymore?”
You give him a sheepish look, remembering what the two of you are meant to be doing here.
He teases at your nipple once more before affixing the clamp to it, making it tight enough to not fall off, as you’ll be walking around, but not too tight given that they will be on you for a while. He repeats the action on your other nipple before giving the connecting chain a soft tug to check that it’s secure, making you suck in a breath, squirming, as your thighs press further together.
“Stand up, pet,” Loki commands softly.
You struggle to get off the couch, using Loki for support. Once you’re standing in front of him, you do a small pivot so he can see his work on you. Between the hand prints on your ass, the clamps, the slightly visible vibrator, your black and green choker, and the disheveled look on your face, Loki is rock hard in his jeans, needing to shift slightly to relieve the pressure as it’s taking all of his self-restraint to not fuck you right now.
You suppress a knowing smirk, biting down on your lip as Loki clears his throat, “Laundry. Now.”
He watches you bend over to retrieve your clothes before you saunter off with slight difficulty due to the various stimulation points alighting your body.
Once you’re out of slight, Loki lets out a long breath, calming himself before he gets up to start putting away your dishes from the rack. He hears the laundry machine start, followed by the vacuum. Knowing that you’re distracted, he ups the vibrations, barely making out a squeal over the noise as he chuckles to himself.
Once he’s done with the dishes, he takes a seat back on the couch, legs spread wide, hands behind his head as he watches you now tidying up around him. He groans every time your breasts bounce as you move around, the chain tugging and eliciting small, gorgeous noises from your lips. He toys around with the strength and patterns of the vibrator, enjoying observing how you react to each, seeing what drives you very near the edge before backing off to something only enough to tease. His actions cause you to pause your work every once and a while, stopping to steady yourself on the nearest thing your hand can grasp, willing yourself not to cum without permission. Loki hears the washer finish, but you don’t as you’re lost in the feelings of pleasure.
“Oh, darling? Don’t forget about your laundry now,” Loki reminds you in a singsong voice, teasing you.
Your eyes meet his sparkling mischievous ones, “Oh! Right!” you let out a breath and do your best to walk away.
Loki ups the vibrator to its highest setting for a second, making you jump and gasp, before you still yourself and keep walking, as he thankfully returns it to a lower setting.
You return to him and look around the room furrowing your brow as you try to concentrate on your mental to-do list, “I think that’s all for now, dishwasher is still running, clothes are in the dryer, and I can’t exactly cook like this,” you wave a hand down your nude body.
While you’re talking, Loki gradually ups the vibrations, before you realize what’s happening, the jolts of pleasure make you bend forward, putting your hands on your knees for stability, the combination of the tug of the clamps and the vibration making you whimper and moan out Loki’s name in need.
“Sir, please. I need to cum, don’t think I can hold it off anymore,” you plead.
He smirks at you and pats his lap, “Oh, pet, come here, darling,” feigning sympathy.
You walk towards him slowly, your breath wavering, as you delicately maneuver yourself to straddle his lap, placing your dripping and vibrating core right on his hard crotch, making Loki suck in a breath.
He kisses you sharply, pulling you in by the back of your neck as your hands grasp in his hair, breast pressing into his chest.
“You may cum now,” he says, kissing down your neck as he ups the vibrations one last time.
You moan out his name, grinding your hips into his and tightening your grip in his hair as you cum, your whole body shaking at finally getting the release you’ve been seeking since he walked in your door.
He guides your hips down over him, using the combined stimulation of the feeling of you and the vibrator over his clothed cock to send himself over the edge, biting down on your neck as he moans and cums in his pants.
He caresses your sides, slowing and stopping the vibrations all together for his benefit as much as yours. His hips continue to involuntarily thrust up into yours, pushing on the vibrator making you moan at how sensitive you are, his moans and the friction prolonging your orgasm as you realize he’s cum as well. You collapse into him, nuzzling your nose into his neck and placing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the skin you can find above his sweater.
You both continue caressing and kissing each other, coming down from your highs before Loki remembers the clamps, moving to remove them one at a time, soothing over your overstimulated nipples with his mouth as you groan at the intense rush of feeling. He then lifts up on your waist, guiding you to kneel above him so he can remove the vibrator from you. You whimper when he does, eyes widening as you reach to grasp at his shoulders, feeling empty and ungrounded, like you’re floating away from him from no longer being stimulated. Loki knows how you can get sometimes after an intense session, coming out of subspace and starting to slip into sub drop as the endorphins and adrenaline that had been coursing through you for a while now subside. He runs his hands along your body, bringing you back down to be as close to him as possible, hugging you to him tightly.
“You did so well, my darling, I’m right here,” he coos, placing soft kisses on your face as you as wrap your arms around his shoulders, him subtly using his seidr to clean the two of you up.
You stay embraced for a while, and once you’re feeling more grounded, you lean back to look at Loki.
“I’m sorry I broke my rules. Thank you for reminding me that I am strong and can be confident in setting my boundaries.”
“Of course, darling, anything for you,” he leans in to kiss you gently.
“I think I just heard the dryer and the dishwasher finish up. How about you go take care of the laundry while I handle the dishes, yeah?” You nod with a soft smile. “And then we’ll cook an early dinner together, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds perfect, thank you, Loki,” you kiss him once more with gentle passion before getting off him to go empty the dryer.
Once you’ve finished the laundry, put on some comfortable evening clothes, and removed your choker, you join Loki in the kitchen where he’s finished putting away the dishes and taken out the ingredients you’d bought the other day to make the recipe you had set out on the counter. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your face into his sweater, breathing in his scent.
He turns around in your arms, embracing you back as you hum contentedly into his chest.
You peer up at him your chin on his chest, “Will you spend the night after we eat?”
He nods, making you smile, then places a kiss to your head, “Help me cook?”
You reluctantly detach yourself from him, moving to help him with the food, staying very near each other as you work.
Even though the day hadn’t gone as planned, you both love your time with each other, no matter what it is you two are doing. Having Sundays be your day together relaxes and restores you both for the week ahead, and knowing that you’ll get to fall asleep and wake up in each other’s arms makes it even better.
cw: tub sex (slightly big tub fit for two people and loki's monster cock), fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, soft but mean!dom loki, subspace subspace subspace
"ssh," loki chuckles, kissing your forehead and laying you down, his cock sliding out of your spent hole. you whimper, sensitive from all the orgasms he just gave you.
"i know, i know, i did very well," he teases, knowing you don't have the strength to hit him with a pillow. you laugh, though, and your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your thighs still twitching from overstimulation.
loki giggles, brushing some of your hair back as he kisses the spot under your eye. "i'll get to running you a bath, dear. get some sleep for now, little dove~"
you smile and nod, and he puts on a pair of pants as he heads into the bathroom.
a few seconds pass and you suddenly get this impatient feeling, one where you want him to come back and smother you in kisses and whispers and hugs and all the love he can give... what is this? why are you suddenly so clingy now?
whatever it is has you hopping off the bed and picking up your robe, tying it around your waist as you walk to the bathroom, half-hiding by the door frame as you meekly watch your lover turn on the tap to fill the tub, his back to you as he waits for it to fill up.
it's quite fascinating to watch him do this, you've never seen him set up your bath before. usually you fall asleep or are just too weak to get up, so you have no idea what loki does that makes these baths so relaxing.
he fishes through the drawer and pulls out a jar of flower petals, scattering them in the water.
it makes you think of how well he takes care of you, always insisting it's the least he can do to repay you for "being such a sweet angel" and "obeying him like a good girl". though you protest every single night, he never seems to give in, pressing a finger to your lips to silence your whining.
you peek a little more as he takes a scoop of some bath powder and salt and pours it in the tub, a light fizzing sound tickling your ears sweetly.
loki stretches, groaning lightly as his back muscles tense, and he turns to you.
"oh, hello there~"
he grins cheekily, and you gasp, almost darting off in embarrassment, ashamed you got caught. but he's quicker, and vanishes from his spot just as you feel two arms wrapping around you from behind.
"loki-!" you yelp. he laughs loudly, lifting you up over his shoulder and lightly squeezing your butt. you squeal, only making him more amused.
"there we go," he huffs, setting you down on the counter. "now, what is my darling, sweetheart, pretty angel doing out of bed?" he pecks your lips, waiting for an answer.
"i just wanted to watch you," you mumble.
"mm." he nods, though he doubts that's all to it. "this came unprompted, love?"
"yeah," you hum, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. "just wanted to see you."
he tilts his head curiously as you sink into his bare chest. "you just wanted to see me? it hasn't even been a minute."
you don't reply. he senses something a little different in the way you act, but he pulls back, kissing your nose and lifting you up into a princess carry anyway.
"well, do you still want the bath?"
you nod, clinging to him tighter. he sighs fondly, making his way to the tub and setting you down in the foamy water.
god, it feels super warm against your sore hips and legs. you whimper in satisfaction, sinking further into the tub as loki laughs.
"feels good, baby?" he asks, and you nod, ever so grateful.
loki takes off his pants, sitting down behind you and sighing in relaxation.
he opens his eyes and laughs when he sees you almost fully soaked in the water, sighing again at the refreshing feeling. you rise back up, eyes squinted, hair wet and covered in orange petals and he internally swoons at just how cute you are.
"how are you feeling?" loki asks, moving to hover above you.
"okay," you mumble shyly, smiling up at him.
"just okay?" loki kisses your neck, reveling in the way you try to hide your tiny noises of pleasure.
his fingers trace your thigh as he sucks at your sensitive spot just under your jaw.
"well, i hope you can take my fingers for just a bit more, i'd like to give you a little... reward~"
your eyes widen as you feel his fingers just barely grazing your most sensitive areas. "reward? but we- we just-"
"ssh," he soothes you, nuzzling into your neck. "i know, but i can't help it when you're being so good for me."
he reassuringly squeezes your hand, before pushing your chest so you fully lay back on him. "stay still for me, angel."
"o-okay," you mumble, and he laughs, playfully nipping your cheek, then tracing his tongue over it and doing it again while his fingers slowly work their way inside you.
"is that alright?" he asks lowly, his fingers completely still inside you as he gauges your expression.
you whimper, his voice making you pulse around his digits. "still- still okay," your legs twitching from the slightest stimulation.
loki chuckles, his kisses moving slowly towards your ear as he sucks harder, seeing that you're already so sensitive. he can't not milk you until you're crying, he just can't, you're just too irresistible.
he feels you weakly grip his thigh the moment he moves his fingers inside of you. this must feel heavenly for you, he thinks with a smirk, as you shiver and mewl weakly.
"loki-!" you cry softly, eyes burning with pleasure as he nudges at your sensitive spot again and again. he goes in deeper, eliciting another broken whimper of his name as a singular tear leaks from your pretty, glassy eyes.
you come within seconds, already so sensitive from earlier, and in the perfect headspace for a single touch to make you go crazy and mumble little loki, pleases, and sob softly, no more-
"hmm? more?" he asks teasingly. he knows what he's doing to you, tiring you out until you can't object so he can towel you off and bring you back to bed and use you as his cute little cocksleeve until you pass out, dripping with his essence and twitching in pleasure, the pillows wet with your tears.
he knew what you wanted from the start, even before you did: from the moment he saw your tiny frame in the bathroom doorway. that meek energy he could practically feel, the shy submissiveness in your eyes that he knew all too well, that gives him the sign to make you forget anything but his name and the way he makes you feel.
he's built it up all this time: pampering you and treating you so delicately, kissing you and praising you until you ultimately melted in his arms and gave in to that warm feeling blooming inside you.
it's all planned, except for the way his heart beats so loudly whenever you do anything so adorable.
that's new every single night.
that's why he makes sure to only ever give you the best things, like a nice, soothing bath and more orgasms than your poor little hole can handle.
OH MY GOD i just thought of the cutest thing eVER imagine loki with an adorable shy cinnamon roll subby reader who gets hiccups!!?!?! when she gets into subspace?!?!?! and she's all "*hic* sorry it's probably so annoying *hic* can i have a glass of *hic* water? *hic* or scare me!!" BUT LOKI DOES NOT DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT BECAUSE HE SWEARS PRETTY LIL SUB CAN'T GET ANY CUTER
Loki x princess!reader where he absolutely wreck the innocence out of her? Like he's fucking her pussy and throat at the same time and both of them are just lost in their lust. Size kink size kink size kink :)
loki thinks you're most beautiful this way: shamelessly needy yet flustered at just the lightest teases of his fingers against your twitching hips and oh, that far-off look of pleasure and the way you look cutely messy and ruined.
you shy away as he mouths at your neck, your breathing getting faster as his wet kisses trail lower to your bare chest, and you writhe in pleasure when you feel his mouth on your sensitive nipple.
"loki-"
"look at you, my princess~" he grins, "you hardly even know what to do with yourself."
he continues sucking on your breasts, his hands kneading at the flesh of your thighs and going higher and higher and higher until they graze at your panties, now soaked by your arousal, only getting worse as he slides the fabric off of you.
god, he hasn't seen a prettier cunt than yours.
"you're so wet all for me." loki licks his lips, leaning over you and pressing a delicate kiss to your mouth.
but your eyes widen as you feel his cock press at your entrance.
"loki?"
"hush, love," he whispers. "i'm putting it inside now."
he goes slowly at first, shifting his hips forward and groaning when he feels you squeeze his cock, pushing forward in almost a few seconds.
you're just as far gone as he is, trembling weakly in his touch as your thighs thump helplessly, feeling so full with him inside you.
he pushes your hips down on the bed, spreading your legs even more to watch as his cock slides in and out of your pretty little hole, your eyes watering as he wrecks you for all you are.
"loki! loki! please-"
he doesn't know what you're asking for, doesn't care. he just gives it all to you, with every thrust, every love bite he leaves on your neck and chest.
you shiver, whimpering softly because he's treating you so gently, in contrast to the overwhelming pleasure brought by his cock. "please... don't stop..."
loki brings one hand up to thumb away at the tear that slips out of your eye, then gently cradles the back of your head.
"are you close, love?" he groans, then softly laughs when you whimper out an uh-huh as you cling to him tighter. "easy there, pretty dove, lay back for me."
you will yourself to loosen your grip on his shoulders, gasping and moaning softly as your climax approaches.
loki puts more force into his movements, kissing you passionately then leaning back to indulge in the spectacle of your orgasm: your eyes tearing up as they flutter shut, your heaving chest littered in little bruises and bite marks, your hands grabbing at his shoulders as an anchor so you don't float too far away.
and of course, your pretty, twitching cunt taking all of him in like a good toy. with every merciless thrust you just get wetter and wetter, creamy juices gathering at the base of his cock as he shudders, his own orgasm taking over him as he buries himself to the hilt in you.
shaky hands pull him in for a softer, slower kiss that grounds the both of you after such intense feelings, and he smiles, giggling softly as he wipes away the tears from your face.
"are you crying, princess?" he teases, and you whine, covering your face. "did i make you cry? is my pretty angel sad?"
"stop," you shake your head, smiling as well. you know he knows the tears are of pleasure, but he really can't help but be a little mean, not when you look so pretty when you're flustered.
"it just... felt good?" you cower a bit in embarrassment and your lover breaks out into laughter.
"felt good, sweet?" he smirks. "then... can we go again?"
"sure-" you squeak, but it trails off into a yawn, and you try to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. "sure. maybe we could stay like this for a... for a while?"
loki's heart melts. he pulls out of you slowly, petting your hair as you twitch and whimper. he lays on his side, facing you as he adores your cute post-sex daze.
"we don't have to if you're tired, you know."
with a wave of his wrist, the candles of the chandelier above you flicker out, and one soft light remains. a gentle breeze tickles your face as you get cold, curling up into loki's arms seeking warmth.
"rest now, my princess," he drawls, lips brushing against your cheek. "i love you, dear."
"love you too," you mumble, eyes fluttering shut as loki smiles, placing a blanket over the two of you as a peaceful sleep takes over him as well.
A/N: omg anon im super sorry i didn't see the "throat" part T_T will go drown myself /jk
could you write about when loki finds out his wife is super quiet when she comes? like it's really intense for her and he just admires how she reacts? it's horny for extremely specific situation hours tonight babe
babyy this is sO CUTE-- also im so sorry this took such a long time life is a biatch </3
tw: smut, soft dom loki but he's a meanie </3 , shy reader, dacryphilia, fingering, praise kink, smidge of corruption kink
you weakly grip onto his arm as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot that has your legs twitching.
it does little to nothing to stop him from doing it again, and he chuckles as your hips stutter.
"what's the matter?" he chuckles, gripping your thigh. "you like that a bit too much, sweet?"
"i- um..."
he resumes his ministrations, humming teasingly as you shiver, your breaths leaving you in whiny gasps.
"come on, little fawn," he clicks his tongue, thumb tapping relentlessly at your sensitive bud. "i know you can take a bit more."
you whimper, pulling a pillow to your face, fists cutely curled up as you muffle your own noises with it.
loki chuckles, pulling his fingers out slowly, watching with brazen eyes as your slick drips onto the sheets.
just how pretty can his little fawn get?
as if in reply, when he shoves his digits back in, your legs jerk uncontrollably, your poor poor little cunt clenches down on him, and the quietest whine tickles his ears like a feather.
at first he's not even sure if anything could make a sound so hushed yet so heavenly, so he curls his fingers again. and just like that, it happens again, only it's now struck him that it's from you.
you sound pathetic. you sound so fucking ethereal.
before loki can even think, he claws at the cursed pillow that's depriving him of your sweet noises and throws it god knows where. your eyes widen, but he pays no mind to your sudden shock as he lifts your legs up over his shoulders.
loki looks down at you with the most feral yet determined look in his eyes. he grins slowly, and you realize why as you feel something much bigger press up against your dripping entrance.
"l-loki?" you whimper. "please--"
he doesn't mean it when he sinks into you in one swift movement. he really doesn't.
but all regret vanishes when he hears the way you whimper so brokenly.
he wants to be guilty, but how can he when you're making sounds other men only hear in their dreams?
summary: with a mind so pure and eyes so genuine, loki knows there will be lecherous men who will take advantage of your innocence. he may shield you from the dangers of the realms, but behind closed doors, when the stars shine down own the kingdom and no one can hear your sounds of pleasure, he’ll be the first to ravish you.
a/n: so many anons [like, eight (8)] requested virgin!reader!!
cw: 18+ below the cut, friends to lovers, some creepy dude, virgin!reader, sub!reader, wholesome smut, luv luv luv <333 [also let’s assume he’s on some birth control spell :| ]
the night you first met, the first thing he did was wrap his cape around you.
to loki, not everybody at this certain ball seemed to show decency, for they stared you down, practically stripping you of your dress in their imagination. how could they show uncivility to such an unknowing damsel, and one who doesn’t seem to understand their leering gazes?
he strode towards you and cleared his throat.
“excuse m- oh!” you yelped a bit in surprise, turning to see who had approached you. prince loki stood there, a cape in hand, wrapping it around you and clasping the ends together with a yellow butterfly brooch.
“careful, darling,” he lifted your chin up to meet his eyes. “i appreciate your radiating beauty, but some men here might not show the same respect in their advances as i.”
“your- your highness,” you gave a miniature curtsy, “thank you, but why? is the dress too much?“
"the dress has no problem, little flower, don’t fret,” he drawled. “why don’t you accompany me to the tables for a drink?“
he held his hand out, and you took it, following the prince, not noticing the envious stare of a certain brown-haired soldier.
=
since then, the two of you have become inseparable.
every morning, you wake up to take a stroll in the gardens, and loki sends you a little wink from his balcony while you blush and run to hide your burning cheeks within the rows of equally red roses.
when the sun is at its peak, you pay loki a visit in the library to bring him lunch and to remind him to spend some time out in the sun, to which he replies with and what am i supposed to do, photosynthesis? as you pout your lips playfully and pluck out your own novel from one of the shelves, sitting next to him to get lost in the world of literature.
afternoons are spent in many different places, discussing cultures of realms, or about each other’s childhoods, or simply huddling up on one bench in the courtyard while unwinding to a book and the sound of chirping birds.
the nights are most particularly memorable to you, because there’s something about the warm glow the candles bring, the soft crackling from the fireplace, and the tranquil air that brings out a feeling like home, especially in loki’s arms. the two of you spend hours on end in his chambers after supper, before you bid him good night and head back to your own room with a small smile on your face.
by some work of fate, tonight works differently.
=
you’ve just finished supper with loki and some of the members of odin’s court when someone comes up to you from behind.
“loki, i thought you went the other way-”
your eyes widen as you realize it’s not who you think. instead of loki, it’s a brown-haired soldier you’ve seen a few times around the palace.
“sorry,” you shyly laugh, “i thought you were the prince-”
“oh, it’s nothing,” he shakes his head. “you must be...”
you bow down and introduce yourself, before getting back up and apologizing. “sorry, again, sorry i bowed, it became a force of habit around the council. and you are?”
“darragh,” he grins, circling you like a vulture. “you are a lovely specimen, if i must say for myself.”
“tha-thank you,” you reply.
“it’s no wonder loki is all over you.”
“you know,” you frown. “if anyone hears you address the prince by his first name, they might flog you.”
“hmm, is that so?” he sniggers. “then why do you get to call him loki? did he give you permission to?”
your blood runs cold as darragh backs you up into a wall.
“you must be one of his whores, huh? i wouldn’t be surprised, i’d wager you’re just a dumb little thing with pretty eyes, it’s all they ever fall for.”
“sir, i’m not his whore-”
he doesn’t listen, roughly grabbing your cheeks.
“how much for a chance to have you for a night, huh, little flower?”
a loud crack resonates through the hall- and for a moment you think it’s your jaw- before darragh shouts in pain and falls to the floor. you sink down on your knees, still shocked.
“you don’t get to call her that, you degenerate libertine!” loki shouts, striking him one more time before turning to you, kneeling down to you to lift you up in his arms and take you to his chambers.
=
the moment he sets you down on his bed, he examines every part of your face, your dress, your arms, as much as he can without violating anything that -darius- damian- whatever the hell his name was just did.
“are you alright? did he touch you? to hell with him, i’d have beat him into the ground had i not any respect for myself-”
“loki-”
“norns, i’ll have him executed-”
“loki, i-”
“-he dare call you his little flower-”
“loki!” you exclaim, taking his hands in yours. “he didn’t do anything. you arrived just in time.”
“no, flower, if i had arrived just in time he wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to grace his licentious eyes on you in the first place.”
“it’s alright, i could have fought for myself in that moment-”
“no, you couldn’t have!!”
you flinch at the sharp edge in loki’s tone. he does too, feeling the stab when he sees the guilty expression gracing your features.
“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “i’m not mad at you, flower, i would never be. it’s just- you’re... you’re too kind for your own good.”
his eyes soften when they meet yours.
“that night... when we first met... i already saw that pathetic excuse of a soldier looking at you in the most perverted way i’d ever seen. it’s why i placed that cloak around you.”
you nod in understanding. loki brushes some hair away from your face.
“i’ve see so many women who have lost their innocence, their dignity, and i don’t want to see you tumble down that path. your kindness is... one of the reasons i fell in love with you, flower.”
your eyes brim with tears. “l-loki...”
“it’s a rather odd way to profess my feelings for you, but if you give me the chance to show you how much i value your love for everything, i won’t disappoint.”
there’s a moment of silence that passes, and loki is ready to get up, respectfully help you back to your room, and forget his love for you with a heavy heart.
nothing in this world could have prepared him for when you softly press your lips to his.
“...flower?” he’s dazed when you break away so soon.
“i-i- if what you meant by love was a friendly love, i’m sorry- but i- love you, loki. i have for so long.”
loki laughs in utter joy. “you really do, flower?”
“yes!” you nod, tears of happiness and adoration finally spilling over. “i’ve wanted to give you that chance for so long, loki.”
he smiles warmly. “and i will not take your love for granted.”
he pulls you into his arms and kisses you passionately, lacing his fingers through your hair, tilting his head slowly to slip his tongue into your mouth.
norns, all the days of patient pining were worth it, he thinks, as he gently lays you down on the bed, his hands moving down to your skirt and- wait a minute.
“love, i-” he takes a moment to collect his breath. “i want to make you feel good, but- i have to have your permission to-”
“you do, loki-”
“no, flower, i want to take your virginity.”
your eyes flutter shut as he brushes his lips against your forehead.
“i’ll treasure it with all my heart, and i swear to the stars i’ll make you feel good,” he promises. “i just need to hear you say it.”
“please...”
his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
“please what?”
“please... take me,” you whisper, batting your eyelashes up at him.
unfortunately- or rather, fortunately, in a way- for you, that’s the last push he needs to go on and ruin you.
and, of course, he doesn’t actually mean ruin you, he just begins to mark you up with much rougher kisses, keeping your wrists above your head, everything else in the world a haze as it’s just you, you, you, you-
every bit of anticipation he’s felt to this moment is dripping from his lips; when he’s not kissing, biting, sucking at every bit of your neck, he’s whispering declarations of love and of how he’s been waiting for this for ages and how you’re so beautiful, my flower.
he looks up at you one more time- and when you nod softly, he gently pulls your skirt off, while you fiddle with the laces of your blouse. lastly, he tugs your undergarments off, tossing them valhalla knows where.
"you're beautiful, love," he kisses your ankle.
"heavenly."
your thigh.
unexpectedly, he licks a wet stripe up your folds, making you gasp and shudder at the trickling weird feeling it sends.
“utterly delicious,” he grins up at you, before two of his fingers gently prod at your entrance, and he slowly pushes them in, relishing in the way you practically melt at his touch.
his eyes go dark as he feels just how hard your tight little cunt is holding just two of his digits in a tight grip.
"flower, i bet you'd feel great around my cock," he groans, getting stiff in his armor just at the thought of you sprawled out so willingly for him.
"you have no idea how long i've dreamt of pleasuring you," he drawls, curling his fingers just right, making you squirm and whine in his hold.
“and now i’ve finally got you, i won’t let you go for quite a while.”
his fingers quicken their pace, and he chuckles as he watches you clench at the sheets, throwing your head back as he abuses the most sensitive spot in you.
“loki- loki- ahh norns! wha-”
“ssh,” he coos, smirking almost sadistically. “don’t ask, my flower, just feel.”
with that, his other arm holds you down as he laps up your sweet honey, his fingers not stopping, not even when your legs twitch with sensitivity, your toes curling as an unusual feeling takes over you-
“cum,” loki growls, as if your body would react to his command.
and it did.
he watches with brazen eyes as you fall apart under his touch, chanting out his name only along with whimpers and moans that send blood rushing straight to his cock.
“marvelous,” he growls, licking up every bit of your arousal seeping out of your oversensitive hole.
he crawls up over you to capture your lips in his, as a green light waves over him, leaving him naked before you.
gods, you’ve only ever seen him half-naked, but you never doubted he was beautiful.
and big.
“flower,” he groans against your lips. “open up for me.”
before you can reply, a sting between your legs makes you cry softly into his shoulder, and he shushes you gently, praising you for being so good for him.
“it’s okay,” he whispers, seeing stars in his eyes as he feels your warmth around him. “norns, you’re ethereal, flower, i love you so much-”
“it hurts,” you gasp, blinking away tears.
“i’m so sorry,” he kisses you gently. “i promise to make you feel good, little flower, i’m almost all the way in-”
on instinct, your legs wrap around his waist, and your hands find home in his hair, as you kiss him even harder.
“are you ready, flower?” he asks again, teetering on the edge of his self-control as he feels you clenching down on him.
“mhm,” you mumble, hugging him to you.
“i love you,” he whispers, his words dragging out into a groan as he finally moves, letting you feel every bit of him inside you.
it burns, but so good in a way that sends shivers up your back, your eyes blurring and your mouth dropping open at the feeling.
“god, flower,” his lips latch onto your neck, his hips rolling slowly into you, “you’re everything i dreamed of and more.”
you whine out something incoherent, too drunk on pleasure to string together a reply.
"i'll ravish you 'till sunrise, then i'll let you sleep in my arms- and- fuck-" he groans particularly hard when you clench around him- "and i could please you again a second time in the bath-"
you whine into his shoulder, your nails clawing his back in a painfully delicious way.
"you'd like that, huh?" he chuckles darkly. "i'm not even done with you and you're asking for more, greedy little flower."
he lifts your legs higher, hitting an even better spot inside you, making you shriek, your voice getting higher and higher-
"i'll show that soldier who you belong to from now on, flower," he growls into your ear, before latching his lips onto your neck, alternating between sucking, biting, and licking, not stopping even as his cock throbs at your beautiful noises.
"no one gets to see you like this but me."
something about this side of loki sends a tremor racing through your body, and you cling onto him, screaming his name as you release all over him-
it's not long before he does too, moaning out praises and i love you's and calling you his flower as he cums inside your walls, painting you in his seed as his thrusts grow sloppy.
the both of you catch your breath, still holding onto each other, before loki smiles sincerely, kissing you on the lips for what seems like forever before he pulls away, tears of love brimming in his eyes.
he gently slips out of you, brushing some hair away from your eyes as you whine softly, your walls contracting a few more times around him.
"you're so beautiful, flower," he whispers, kissing you on the forehead as he turns on his side, gathering you in his arms. "so good to me, my little flower. i can't express how much i love you, flower."
"i love you so much, loki," you curl up into his embrace. "love... you..."
he looks down when your voice trails off and your breaths even out, chuckling as he kisses you one more time, before closing his eyes and thanking valhalla for giving him someone to fight for.
