can you guess what musical inspired this lmfao (NSFW)
loki breaks away from the kiss, growling filthy praises as he fucks his cum back into you.
underneath the candlelit chandelier, she's trembling, and he relishes in the shy, dazed look on her face as his cock thrusts in and out of her twitching, dripping hole. shaky hands grab anywhere they can on his chest and back, and while he loves that she's too blissed out to even know what to do with herself, he can't have her losing her mind so early into the evening.
"fuck, you're perfect," he hisses, leaning down to capture her lips once more.
the nobility can't do anything but stare as he pulls her down tighter onto his lap, littering kisses all over her already marked neck as she whimpers out his name like a prayer. he gives them all a terrifying glare that freezes them all in place in spite of the debauchery happening before them.
"you all said she wasĀ incapable of giving me an heir," he hisses out. "well, she's doing a goodĀ fuckingĀ job taking it all right now, isn't she?"
loki flips her over, pressing a little kiss to the side of her hip as a silent apology for being so rough. but rough is all he can be when someone has sullied the name of his bride.
"maybe you rich scum need toĀ rememberĀ who you're spitting this nonsense about."
he snakes a hand around her waist, pulling her up to her knees, her back against his bare chest. her eyes widen as she comes face to face with the men of the nobility.
loki smirks at her flustered expression, slowing his thrusts and holding her still against him, leaning in to drawl in her ear softly. "still with me, angel?"
"u-uhuh," she whines softly, trying to close her legs. but loki has none of that and gently traces two fingers over her spread, twitching folds. "ah- loki- they'll see-"
"let them see." he whispers darkly, and the lust in his voice makes her whimper and sink into his touch obediently; he rewards her with a little kiss to her nose.
he turns to their audience, and his voice becomes loud and commanding. "i couldn't care less if you respectĀ me, but i suggest you respectĀ the princess of asgard should you wish to keep your sorry heads."
his finger work their magic on her little bud and the wettest noises echo through the meeting hall along with her song-like sounds of pleasure. her eyes water from the intensity of the pleasure he's giving her with every inch of his being.
"l-loki-" she gasps. "s-so much-"
"i know," he chuckles, groaning in pleasure as her tight cunt milks him for all he's worth.
loki lifts his hand up to his mouth and licks her juices off his fingers. she hears a loud thump-- one of the nobles fainted in shock. and the elder next to him mumbles something about the new royals turning the palace into a brothel.Ā big mistake.
the words are barely out of his mouth before an enchanted emerald dagger flies right into his heart and he doubles over, good as dead. the rest of their audience stares at his bleeding corpse in horror, thankfully not witnessing how for some twisted reason, that made her body warm and her eyes glaze over in lust.
oh gods, he just killed for me.
she scraems his name as her climax rains down on her at that exact moment, her cunt clenching helplessly and her body slumping against loki's as she orgasms for the nth time that night.
loki growls, holding her twitching form still against him as he breeds her full, his cum leaking out of her used little hole. he slips out of her, and pulls her into his lap, kissing her deeply to soothe the aftermath of their passion.
"i think they've seen enough," he whispers cockily, and she hides her face in his neck shyly. "maybe we could continue this without some leering old men in the equation~"
the nobility are snapped back to reality as loki comes down from the throne with her in his arms-- wrapped in his cloak with a dazed, blissed out look on her face, kicking the elder's body as he walks past it without a second thought.
he turns back around, and with a sinister green glow in his eyes, whispers the last words these pathetic men will hear, as the massive chandelier falls just above where the horrified nobility stand.
"this will teach the kingdom not toĀ insultĀ the royal family... especially the princess."
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A/N: yes im still alive im not a healthcare ceo lol
// Pairing // Loki Laufeyson x Agent!Female!Reader
// Summary // Loki gets imprisoned by Shield and he loves flirting with you. As much as he annoys you, even more does the Shield technology annoy you.
// Wordcount // 2.488
// Warnings // Explicit Content // 18+, Minors DNI, smut, kind of enemies to lovers, being stuck with Loki, bit of dub-con, fingering, squirting, CMNF, finger sucking / cum eating kinda, bit of housewife kink, praises
// Authors Note // This is my first time writing for Loki, so thanks to my amazing friend @jiyascepter for encouraging me to write for him.
// Events // Slumber Party: Sundae Bar | French Vanilla (stranded, looked in) and Black Cherry (Enemies to lovers) | @the-slumberparty | Bingo of your own | N4 | Stuck together | @thebo3bingo |
// Masterlist | Loki Laufeyson //
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDarlinā! Didnāt think I would see you today,ā the black-haired man says, his smirk growing as you walk closer to the cell he is in. āWant to see me again before they bring me into another cell, my dear?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You roll your eyes, earning a chuckle from the man. Since they brought him into the cell earlier that day, he flirts with you whenever youāre around. Or at least itās what you think he is doing; maybe he just tries to convince you to let him out and let him rule the world ā something you wonāt do unless your boss will force you to.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDidnāt miss you; I just have to get something, and then I will be back doing my work,ā you answer him, walking further through the room.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief ā at least what he said ā walks up and down his cell, his green eyes following every little movement.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOh, darlingāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āStop that flirting and let me do my job. Youāre annoying, and Iām done with you, Loki,ā you say, shaking your head in disbelief about that man.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His lips are still curled up, and his eyes are glistening. As much as he annoys you, he has something that makes your knees weak ā mystic and magical.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMy dear, come here. Look at me when you tell me that youāre done with me. Are you done with me, darlinā, or do you only want everyone to think that?ā His voice is low, his head falling forward, and he looks up, looking even more handsome than before.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNo, don't even think that. Youāre not that interesting to me,ā you groan, frustrated that youāre stuck in that conversation. Too nice to just ignore him and too annoyed to continue talking to him.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNot interesting to you? Iām Loki ā god of mischief ā from Asgard! Everyone wants me. Oh, that sweet maid in Asgard ā you should have seen her, darling. She begged me, but she wasnāt interesting to me,ā Loki says, chuckling softly at your expression.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā How can he dare to tell you such an intimate story about one of the maids who is working for them? But to finally let him know that youāre not interested in his idiotic ass, you make your way closer to the entrance of the cell. Loki is grinning at you and walking in his cell to the entrance as well.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā When you reach it, he places his hand against the glass, waiting for you to tell him that youāre not interested in him. His green eyes remind you of a snake, staring into yours and glistening mischievously.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām not interā How?ā You almost shout at him when he is suddenly in front of you ā without glass in between you. āFUCKING SHIT! How doā GO BACK INTO THE CELL!ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Loki laughs softly, his white teeth visible. His tongue darts out, and he slides it across his plump lips before closing his mouth and leaning a bit further down.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āMake me, darling. Iām a god; you think that little cell stops me from breaking out? How sweet,ā he says in a teasing tone.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You place your hands immediately on his chest, feeling the muscles tensing underneath your soft touch, before you push him back into the cell. Actually, you learned to not do things like that ā never touch a criminal or get too close to him ā they could use it to their advantage.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A loud sound behind you makes you flinch, and you look around. The door behind you shuts, and your eyes widen when you realize that youāre stuck in a cell with the enemy. And not just one enemy; youāre stuck with Loki.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āStay away!ā You grumble, letting go of him to take a step backwards and look for your card, which opens literally every door in a shield compound. You reach your card, finally able to get out of the cell again ā you just need to find out how he managed to open the door and walk out of the cell.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDarling, don't you want to give me some company? That hurts my feelings; I thought you changed your mind and wanted to stay in that cell with me,ā Loki says, his eyes still following every movement of yours while you walk to the door and press your card against the small display next to it.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His lips curl up when the door doesnāt open. You try again, pressing the card against the display again. Once again, the door stays closed, and you groan frustrated ā why canāt the technology work like it should?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDoesnāt work, darling? Do you need my help?ā Loki asks, his tone teasing, and you roll your eyes once again. At some point, youāre sure you can roll your eyes all the time, but right now youāre just annoyed about the technology and him being such a dick.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI donāt need your help! Can you just shut up for a moment?ā You ask through gritted teeth. You turn around, wanting to face the black-haired man, but the cell is empty, and you wonder if he broke out once again.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You hiss and almost jump when you feel a warm breath against your neck. Long arms wrap around your waist, and a broad but small chest is suddenly pressed against your back. You can feel Lokiās nose sliding over the soft skin of your neck; a low chuckle leaves his lips when he pulls you even closer.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā A shiver runs down your spine; you want to lean more into his embrace. His warmth and scent envelope you. Loki feels just so good that you want more of him and more of his touches.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou like that, donāt you, darling?ā He asks, his breath hitting your skin and causing goosebumps all over your body. It shouldnāt feel so good; you shouldnāt stay in his embrace; he shouldnāt touch you like that ā Loki is still the enemy, but the two of you look now like he isnāt just that; it looks like the two of you are so much closer.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLāLoki, let go of me. HāHow did you escape here? Whāā You interrupt yourself when you feel his long fingers moving over your stomach, higher to your chest.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āI didnāt escape, but I told you ā Iām a god, darling. I never escaped here; you opened the door with your card; you pushed just an imagination of mine into the cell. And now that youāre here with me, stuck in this cell, donāt you think we should just continue where we stopped?ā Loki asks, his voice quiet, and he presses his soft lips against your neck.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You shake your head, even though you donāt feel like that. You just canāt be that close or intimate with the enemy. He grumbles behind you, pressing you even closer against his chest, and you can feel his growing bulge pressing against your ass.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Your eyes widen, pussy throbbing, but you canāt just give in to him, can you? Loki is thrusting his hips forward, chuckling against you, when a soft moan escapes your lips.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYou like that?ā You nod lightly, his fingers gracing over the fabric of your t-shirt to your chest. Loki moves his hands over the swell of your breasts, cupping them in his large palms, and when you look down, your breath hitches.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His hands are so big, thin, but long fingers ā they cause the most filthy thoughts you ever had. You inhale deeply. A moment later, you think about pushing him away, telling him to stop that, and that there are cameras, but you know that they wonāt work when the display to unlock the cell doesnāt work either.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Loki feels you tensing in his arms; he kneads your soft breasts in his hands, causing you to throw your head back.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āNāLoki, please,ā you whine, feeling his hard cock still pressing against you. He thrusts his hips forward, making you squeal. His hands are squeezing your tits more.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āChanging your attitude is exactly how I like it. What do you need, darling?ā His tone is teasing. You nod your head, now knowing what to say. Loki laughs, suckling at your neck while his hands snake back to your waist. āTell me, darlinā.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLāLoki, please, n-need you,ā you whimper. You feel so pathetic, begging the enemy to touch you, to fuck you. His hands and his lips feel like the softest thing you have ever felt, and you need him to continue touching you. You need to know how talented those fingers are.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLook at you, melting in the enemy's embrace, needing his fingers, donāt you?ā He mocks you, laughing softly when he picks you up. He carries the two of you to the bench on the other end of the cell, sitting down before he places you in his lap.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lokiās hands hold you in place, his hard crotch pressing against your ass, and you wiggle lightly, earning a low groan from the man behind you. His fingers are digging into your sides, pressing you further down on him to keep you still.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His lips trail along your neck once again, and he then smirks miraculously once again. And suddenlyā¦ youāre naked in his lap. Your clothes are nowhere around, and you can feel the leather of his suit underneath your sensitive skin.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āLāā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCome on, spread those pretty legs for your favorite god, darling,ā he grumbles, his fingers sliding along the inside of your thighs as he spreads your legs apart.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Loki reveals your throbbing pussy; his left hand is holding your one leg, and he squeezes your thigh, while his other hand inches closer to where you need him the most.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā His long finger slides through your folds, and you moan softly, throwing your head back against his shoulder. Loki circles your clit, pinching it lightly between his fingers before he moves his long fingers further down to your entrance.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āSo wet, ās that all for me, dalinā? Pussyās drippinā for me,ā he says, kissing his way along your neck to your ear. His fingers coated in your arousal, he slowly pushes one finger into your entrance. You moan loudly, arching your back. Lokiās finger slips deeper into your tight pussy.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āDoing so well; look at you, sweetheart. Taking my finger like youāre made for that, arenāt you?ā Loki praises you, pushing deeper into you while curling his finger. He starts pumping it in and out of you, earning soft moans and whimpers from you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Your hands gripping his thighs, the cold leather feeling perfectly underneath your hot skin. And having him completely dressed while youāre naked turns you on beyond belief.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Lokis circles your clit with his thumb, adding another finger to your cunt. Your breath gets heavier, you rock into his hand, and the coil in your stomach tightens with every moment of his long fingers inside of you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The black-haired man hits your sweet spot every time, the pads of his fingers sliding over it, causing an intense feeling to build up in your lower stomach. A feeling you never had before, not when you fucked yourself with a toy and never with another man.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDoing so well, darling. Squeezing my fingers so good, canāt wait to fuck you, probably. Yeah, thatās what you like? Being fucked by a god, donāt you, darling?ā Loki asks; his eyes darken lightly, but since youāre with your back toward him, you canāt see them.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āPāPlease, so close. LOKI!ā You almost shout; you're just about to come all over his fingers. You donāt know how you ended up in that situation, but right now you canāt care about that. Everything you want and need is Loki, his fingers curling inside of you and bringing you closer to the edge.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The sound of your wet pussy and his fingers pumping into you in a steady rhythm echoes through the cell. He speeds up, loving the way your walls cling around his fingers, sucking his thin, long fingers even deeper. āCome on, sweetheart, come all over my fingers like the good girl you are.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā With that, you do as youāre told, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Loki massages your sweet spot with his digits while you come all over his fingers. Your juices squirt all over his palm and fingers, landing on the ground of the cell.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āFāFuck, please, keep going, please, Loki,ā you beg, thrusting your hips against his hand while you ride out your orgasm.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He canāt stop his movements just now; you need him to fuck you through your orgasm ā and thatās what he does. Curling his fingers steadily inside of your pulsing cunt, he thrusts slowly into you while you breathe heavily.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You have been moaning like a whore since he started to fuck you with his finger. But you donāt care; he feels too good to think properly.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āDidnāt think about it, darlinā. Doing so good for me, gonna keep you and take you with me to Asgard; make you my sweet little wife and fuck you whenever and wherever I want,ā he groans, his eyes rolling slightly back when he thinks about that idea. A low moan escapes his pink lips, and he smirks. āYouāre already so cock drunk, you canāt even think about it properly. Just say yes, darling.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā You nod your head, your hips still moving against this hand, while you donāt really notice what he is saying. As long as he keeps his fingers inside of you. āYes, please.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhining and begging like a pathetic little housewife, thatās what you are. My sweet little housewife.ā He kisses your neck once again, sucking a purple mark into your skin. āAll mine, darling, and everyone can see it.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Even with your protests, Loki pulls his fingers out of you, holding them up to show you your arousal dripping down his fingers. You blush slightly, watching Loki bring his fingers closer to his face. You turn your head, looking at him while he takes them into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āTasting perfect, darling,ā he hums more to himself before he moves his hand, and youāre suddenly dressed again.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Your eyes widen, reality hits you, and you jump off his lap. You immediately miss his warmth, a cold shiver running down your spine while you consider getting back into his lap or staying away from him. This is just a short moment, because as much as you should stay away from him, as much as you crave and need this black-haired man.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āThatās my girl. Now letās get out of this cell and make you my pretty little housewife,ā he says, smirking at you when your back is pressed against his chest once again. And just as he tells you, he is doing exactly that, making you his wife ā and luckily, youāre not the only one addicted to the other one. A god can be just as addicted and craving like a human.
Warnings: servant/master, possession, religious-ish themes, dom/sub, sex pollen, cockwarming, oral (female receiving), pain/discipline, fingering, p in v sex, language, 18+
Word Count: 5.0k
A/N: Iām rewatching the Marvel movies in order and my god. I forgot how absolutely diabolical and adorable young Loki is! I was inspired to make this VERY smutty, all-porn-no-plot fic. Takes place before the events of Thor 1. Hope you enjoy my first Loki fic!
Tags: @foxherder @lovingchoices14
The long linen fabric of your healerās tunic brushed against the cold marble floor as you rushed past. Your steps were gentle and quick, trying to make next to no sound as you swept past the tall columns, and arched ceilings of the royal halls. Finally outside the gilded wood of the giant doors to his bed chambers, your breath seemed to stall in your lungs.
This simply was not done. You were approached, never doing the approaching yourself. Improper didnāt even begin to describe what you were doing.
Your gentle knock was virtually silent the first time, so you steeled yourself and tried again.
āIdentify yourself.ā
A lazy voice called from within, but his tone was laced with an undeniable authority.
You spoke your name, placed your title in front of it.
Healer.
You werenāt a lady, a warriorāhell, you werenāt even nobility.
You belonged to a class of healers in Asgardian society. Seen as a type of servant, but respected nonetheless. To serve in the court meant you had a sizable talent for basic magic, and for spiritual healing.
But, if you were a woman in this position, it also meant you were a glorified prostitute.
You and your healer sisters before you have served in the healing room for centuries, servicing warriors, tending to their injuries after battle. But Asgard has long been in a season of peace, so the healers needed to fill another role.
Asgard was now a land of paradise, a land of plenty. That is, plenty of food, drink, beauty, wealth, and of course, plenty of sex. The nobility needed a way to make this discreet. After all, the royal court could hardly be seen having frivolous dalliances with just anyone. They needed to marry for alliance, for power, and for proper bloodlines, of course.
Thatās where the healers came in. Come to the healing room for a sleeping draught, or an ointment for a sore shoulder, and get a service on top of it. You and your sisters were carefully trained in the ways of pleasure, and secrecy.
But, here you were, in front of your Lordās chambers, breaking every rule and propriety ingrained in you since you first worked in the court as a young girl.
āEnter.ā He commanded.
With shaky hands, you pushed the heavy bedroom doors open with your slender muscles.
The sight was grand, and a bit unexpected. Thick, dark green drapes covered the walls from ceiling to floor, and deep cherry wood bookshelves lined an entire side of the bedroom. A fireplace and candles were lit, making the chambers seem warm, yet a tinge ominous. A sharp contrast to the golden pearly halls of the rest of Asgardās royal chambers.
Loki sat at a massive wooden desk, cleaved from the center of an oak tree, and absolutely littered with a number of bottles and vials, books and scrolls. A lone curtain was left half open, letting in what little light was left of the setting summer sun.
He addressed you disinterestedly, not even bothering to lift his head up from his book.
āTo what do I owe the pleasure, Healer?ā Loki called out quietly across the vast room.
Your back was pressed up against the door, unable to get your feet to move. Your body disobeyed what your mind wanted, forgetting to curtsey or even duck your head. Instead, your mouth opened, but no words came out.
Loki took a beat in your silence and chuckled lowly to himself.
āI must say, this is quite unexpected, and against the rules I might add.ā
Amusement glittered in his eyes at the mention of breaking the rules.
After all, he was the God of Mischief. Breaking the rules was his bread and butter.
Loki finally gazed up and took you in more carefully, wondering why a healer such as yourself would dare incur the wrath of your order by entering a noblemanās chambers without permission, let alone the prince of Asgard.
Second prince of Asgard, but a prince nonetheless.
Then he noticed you, really noticed you.
He took in your flushed face, the way you absentmindedly kept rubbing your hands up and down your arms as you hugged yourself, and your thighs pressing your legs together to seek any sort of relief you could.
Even from across the room, Lokiās god-eyes could see the steady thrumming of the vein on your neck, moving rapidly with your heartbeat. He wanted to taste your skin and feel your pulse under his hot tongue.
Loki was a keen observer. Knowing how to read body language, facial expressions, and tone of voice was more important than any magical mischief he could get up to. Reading people was enough to get him most things that he wanted in life.
And right now, he decided he wanted you.
āYou may approach, Healer.ā
As if the spell had been broken, you swallowed to wet your dry throat and stepped towards the prince.
āHow did you get past the guards?ā Loki questioned.
āI said you needed a sleeping draught. Youāve been having trouble falling asleep for the past few days.ā Your voice came out squeaky and feeble, a far cry from your usual tone.
Loki pursed his lips. This was not untrue.
āLeave it here.ā He gestured casually to the desk and went back to his reading, while keeping half an eye on you.
Your trembling hands set down the small bottle of liquid with a bit of a clatter, and you quickly stepped back, just a few feet from where Loki sat.
āThereās something else.ā Loki murmured lowly, eyes still flicking over the pages.
āYes.ā You breathed out.
Before you could begin to state your wild request, Loki said something else that you didnāt expect.
āI know you.ā
You flitted your eyes up at his handsome face, and was startled by his piercing blue gaze. Quickly, you looked down at your feet.
The younger prince of Asgard had long since caught your eye. Every time he returned from battle you snatched the opportunity to treat him.
Rumor had it that he rarely asked for a healer's services, even when he was at the peak of adolescence. Some said he had a taste for the other sex. Others said he found his pleasure off-planet.
Whereas Thor openly indulged in excess, including women, drink, and violence, Loki was careful, calculated, and purposeful in all his actions. His mysterious, unreadable nature only served to make him more attractive to you.
āYes, māLord. I have treated your injuries before, alongside other sisters.ā
āYou sang to me.ā
You gasped, shocked that he remembered. It was a particularly gruesome battle and Loki was crushed badly in the side. You and your sisters forced him into a spell-induced sleep so that you could bind his broken bones. The Queen was distraught and ordered a round-the-clock watch to ensure he was healing well. You ended up on night watch, singing lullabies when he fought demons in his sleep.
āI did not know you heard me, mā Lord.ā You whispered, the heat inside of you coming out in waves off your hot skin.
āSpeak freely. What is it that you request of me?ā Loki schooled his tone to sound detached, but you could hear the curiosity in his words.
Sucking in a breath, you relayed a stuttered story of how a nobleman asked the healers to create a love potion that would increase ones libido, but it would only work against someone they were attracted to. Eventually, they would be like a dog in heat, and could only be relieved by intense pleasuring from a potential lover.
And you were the unlucky soul who got āvolunteeredā to take the experimental potion on a test run.
Although they tried their utmost, your sisters were unable to bring you relief and now, a few hours later, you sought after your long-time crush, Loki.
Hoping heād do something to help relieve you of your suffering.
Although what, you didnāt dare dream of.
Ashamed, you bowed your head, looking at the marble floor and wishing a hole would open up and sink you into the dark waters below your realm.
At best, heād let you go back to the healing room and never speak of this again. At worst, heād have you arrested and banished for attempting such a lecherous act against a prince of Asgard.
āSit.ā
Your head jerked up, and you stared. Loki wasnāt looking at you though, he was back to his book, but his palm patted his muscular thigh.
Gods, was he asking you to sit in his lap?
You slowly brought a leg over his until your core straddled his hips. His cool body temperature immediately soothed your hot one, and you carefully brought your arms to clasp behind his neck.
Moving quickly before he changed his mind, you immediately put your training to use.
āWould my Lord like a massage?ā You offered quietly.
āYes, darling, that would be lovely.ā Loki agreed nonchalantly, again, eyes still glued to his book.
Your strong fingers squeezed the tight knots on Lokiās shoulders, feeling the firm, yet lean muscles there. You pulled up his flesh, pressing deeply until the tension melted away in your hands.
Moving upwards, you combed your fingers through his jet-black hair, massaging his scalp, and temples.
The man gave no signs at all that he was affected by your touch, or by having an attractive young woman in his lap.
But then, he turned, exposing a pale neck underneath the raised leather collar of his garments. You took that as an invitation to press your lips to his smooth skin. Loki could feel your warm breath exhale in a contented sigh as your thumbs continued to knead circles, followed by soft kisses all over his neck, up his jaw, behind his ear.
Even with your face pressed to his, you almost missed what he whispered next.
āWarm my cock for me, dearest.ā
An uncontrollable whimper escaped from your lips at his dirty words.
To be fully honest, you didnāt know how far Loki was going to let you take this. And the answer seemed to beā¦
All the way.
You pulled off your undergarments and undid the buttons of his leather trousers. His member was already half-erect, but it came to life fully as you gently rubbed him in both of your warm hands.
Your head fell onto his shoulder, and you could feel the breath catch in his chest as his cock breached your tight entrance.
Your eyes squeezed shut immediately at the contact, having not loosened your sensitive core beforehand, and Loki was large. His member wasnāt the thickest youāve ever had, but it was slender, and long.
Slowly, carefully, you sank down, half-way at first, taking a pause to adjust, then further in until your ass rested on his lap once again.
The tip of his cock pushed up against your cervix, and youāve never felt more full in your life.
Relaxing, you pressed your chest to his, leaning in as your core wrapped its hot, moist flesh around him. Loki for his part, was completely silent, reaching his arms behind your back to continue flipping through his book.
āWhat are you reading?ā You murmur, content to just be filled for the time being. The initial stage of insatiable desire had been temporarily slaked by simply having his length inside of you.
āA spell-book on illusion magic. Could be useful for battle, or tricking my brother.ā A soft chuckle rumbled through his body, the vibrations stimulating your center immediately.
You moaned, losing yourself in pleasure, but Loki shushed you gently.
āBe a good girl and sit quietly. I want to finish this section.ā
So you did. After having spent the past few hours in heat, having any kind of relief now was enough to lull you into a daze. The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the fire, the crinkle of pages of Lokiās book, and your quiet breath.
Every so often, he would shift his weight and it would push his cock in a different part of your core. You bit your lip each time to keep from making any noise, but the wetness that leaked from your pussy betrayed your arousal. You were sure that Lokiās thighs would be soaked by the time he finished reading.
Abruptly, Loki snapped his book shut with a bang. You flinched automatically at the loud sound.
āThatās enough, my dear.ā He stated with finality.
You gingerly pulled yourself off, his still-hard member slipping out of your core, leaving you feeling empty and wanting. Legs wobbly from sitting straddled wide for so long, you tried your best to look put together, smoothing down your tunic, and taking a tentative step back.
āMy Lord, thank you forāā you attempted a statement of propriety, assuming that you were being dismissed.
Wordlessly, Loki grabbed you roughly by the neck and hauled you forward, an arm pulling your hips against his as he crushed you with a kiss.
Your body melted into his immediately, overwhelmed by the pressure of his lips against yours, his tongue forcing his way into your mouth, and āgods was that teeth?ānipping at your lower lip. You had no idea that a kiss could be so utterly demanding and violent.
Loki wasnāt just kissing you.
He was devouring you.
āItās time for some discipline, healer. Do you know what a bad girl youāve been tonight?ā Loki growled against your neck, biting you not quite so gently there.
āNo, tell me mā Lord.ā The response breathed out through bruised lips. Your pupils were blown out with lust and so were his.
āNo? Then, Iāll help you count each disobedience.ā
With that, Loki pulled your tunic and shift off, leaving you completely exposed before him.
āExquisite,ā he murmured, while licking his lips.
Roughly, he wrenched your arm and pulled you towards his generous bed, throwing you down the middle of the lush mattress.
Before you had a chance to sit up, he flipped you onto your stomach and smacked a hard slap to your ass.
āFuck!ā The expletive exploded out of you at the sharp sting.
āNumber one: deceiving the guards.ā
Another slap hit your other ass cheek.
āNumber two: sneaking into the royal chambers.ā
His hand met your bottom again.
āNumber three: sneaking into my bedroom, a prince of Asgard no less.ā
Another hit. The skin of your ass was already inflamed pink with the first few smacks.
Loki watched the color bloom before slowly raking his icy-blue eyes across your body. A sheen of sweat had broken out along your back and your face was buried in the sheets.
Lokiās never hurt a girl in the bedroom before, but seeing the redness of your ass, and feeling the tingling remnants of each slap on his own hand. Well, that awoke something sinister in his heart, and his loins.
āNumber four: you were a fool to take the love potion. You are supposed to be a healer, not a witch.ā
This next blow from Loki was even stronger than the last. The contact with your tender skin echoed off the high ceiling of his bedroom.
āHellsāLoki you are going to leave a mark!ā The pain had you gritting your teeth, and temporarily forgetting your manners.
Hearing his name roll off your tongue made him laugh with delight. Who knew he would have so much fun punishing a troublesome little girl like you?
He leaned forward, pressing his erection into the swell of your ass, and spoke lowly into your ear.
āMy darling, when Iām done with you, your body will be marked permanently.ā
The threat made you shut your mouth and turn your burning face away from his, speechless.
āNumber five: you were a fool to seek out me for relief.ā
The final hit was the most painful. Loki lifted both of his hands and brought them down with so much force that you let out a scream of shock, pain, and pleasure all at once.
He immediately squeezed your pliant flesh in his palms, massaging the slap-warmed skin there.
After a moment of silence, he released his touch altogether and sat back on the bed, watching you.
Cautiously, you crawled up on your hands and knees and sat up, using your arms to hold up your weight rather than sitting on your tender bottom.
He studied your face in quiet contemplation as he watched a mixture of emotions course through you.
Pain, of course.
A bit of fear.
Apprehension, understandably.
But as you drew in shaky breaths, staring back at him, he saw what he was hoping for.
Attraction. Lust. Arousal. Greed.
Even after all of that, you still wanted him. Hells, even without the potion coursing through your veins you would have still wanted to fuck him.
The dominant, torturous streak was a surprise, but you never knew what Loki was capable of, to begin with.
Everything was a surprise with him.
And yet, you craved so much more.
Suddenly gentle, Loki guided you backwards until your head hit his soft pillows.
He settled in between your legs, prying them apart until his face was inches away from your puffy inner lips.
āHow did that feel, my dear?ā He pressed kisses against your inner thighs, loving how smooth and soft your skin was.
āIt hurt.ā You ground out, indignance lacing your tone, trying not to show how anything Loki did to you felt good.
Better than good. He was better than any nobleman youāve ever had to service before. Sex with them was vanilla, predictable. Loki was anything but.
āAh, but you liked it. Didnāt you, sweet girl?ā He paused and looked up at you with those baby blues.
Underneath his steady gaze, you knew there was no point in lying. Loki could see through you in a heartbeat.
āYes. It felt good.ā You confessed.
Tutting with that silver tongue of his, endearments and praise continued to pour out of that sly mouth.
And kisses. Hot, wet, soft kisses to every part of your inner thighs, your mound, your puffy pussy lips.
āYou naughty girl. Entering my chambers, asking me to give you relief.ā
He pressed his lips to you.
āSitting on my cock, letting me fill up that tight cunt of yours.ā
A regal nose brushed against your slit, dragging wetness up your core.
āEnjoying pain with your pleasure. Letting me ravage your body. Youāre a temptress, my sweet.ā
A deep inhale. Gods, Loki was breathing in your sex right in front of you. You couldnāt tear your eyes away from him, your nails digging into your palms.
āDid you know, darling, that I could smell you the second you entered my chambers?ā He exhaled, warm air tickling the moisture leaking out of you.
You didnāt dare reply, knowing that all that could come out of you now would be whines of lust.
āYou, my dear, are ripe.ā
With that, Loki dove head first into your cunt, licking and sucking like you were his favorite dessert.
The potion made your pussy swollen and sensitive, so everything he did felt ten times more pleasurable than anything your sisters tried.
Your hands gripped his wide shoulders and your knees fell apart as he ate you out.
āLokiāmy Lord, I, I canāt!ā You stammered out, head falling back as you enjoyed his worship of your pussy.
āCat got your tongue, dear?ā Loki joked, before taking your clit in between his perfect teeth.
āFuck!ā You positively screamed, which only made Loki double down.
Finally, he let go and you slowly loosened your grip, not realizing that you had been knuckle deep in his beautiful hair, tugging it, tangling it in your fingers. You saw pink half moons littered on the pale skin of his neck and face, evidence of your nails digging into his flesh.
Taking a beat to breathe, you smoothed his locks down on his head.
āDid I hurt you?ā You inquired, feeling ashamed that you had lost yourself so completely in your lust.
āYes. But I liked it, dearest. You can hurt me as much as you want to. Just as long as I can do the same.ā
The dirty confession made your heart stutter in your chest, eyes wide. Seeing your expression, Loki laughed aloud, the sound blessing your ears.
He crawled up your body now, straightening your legs.
āLetās see how ready you are for me, hmm?ā Loki inserted one finger, then another into your pussy.
āGods! That feelsā!ā You whined.
āGood, isn't it?ā Loki finished for you. āNow, what aboutā¦here?ā
He curled his digits upwards and put delicious pressure onto your spongy inner center.
Waves of stimulation shot through your limbs as your voice cried out in broken moans.
āYour knees are trembling, sweet girl.ā Loki observed with amusement.
Indeed they were, and they continued to shake uncontrollably as Loki clamped down even harder, his fingers thrusting now.
āI-I canāt help it!ā You cried out again, as Loki kissed your breasts, his hot mouth finding purchase on an erect nipple.
Your hands gripped his wrist and he couldnāt tell if you were trying to pull his hand out, or push it in deeper.
Regardless, he ground his palm against your clit, scissoring his digits inside of you, stretching you.
Preparing you.
āOh myāIām gonna cum!ā You screamed out. Loki had already made you cum a few times. First, when his cock filled you up as you were sitting on his lap. Second, when he bit down on your clit.
And now, with his skilled fingers, he was making your pussy spasm and weep under his touch.
The orgasm was powerful, your whole body jerking up against his. With his free hand, Loki held you down, enjoying the wild ride.
Finally, as you relaxed, Loki released you and sat back. His forehead dappled with sweat, and his own breath coming in hard.
You couldnāt believe that this was actually happening. Loki, your prince, was pleasuring, noāworshiping your body like it was his personal gift from Valhalla. He made you feel pleasure at heights you didnāt know existed. Somehow, he simply knew your body even though this was the first time he had ever touched you.
Lost in post-orgasm bliss, your eyes lazily traveled down to his still clothed erection, fighting to get out of his trousers. A thought crossed your mind.
āMy Lord, can I undress you?ā You murmured, locking eyes with him.
Loki didnāt reply, instead, he simply watched your naked body approach his clothed one as you slowly snaked your hands up his torso. You found each flap, each button, and slowly undid it all as his garments fell down in pieces on the bed.
You pulled his pants off his long legs, and his cock bounced up to greet you. With a gasp of joy, you pressed a soft kiss to his member and continued your kisses up the toned flesh of his chest until you got to his lips.
The action was intimate, like what lovers would do. And Loki let you touch him, admire him, without a word.
In the last bit of light of sunset, Lokiās skin glowed golden orange. He shone like the god he is.
āBeautiful.ā You whispered in awe.
An arrogant smile curved along his face and he cradled a hand along the back of your head. He pressed a long, sensual kiss to your warm mouth.
āIām going to fuck you now.ā He murmured the dirty words against your smiling lips.
Stalking over you like a predator hunts its prey, Loki climbed over your prone body, lining up his engorged cock with your weeping slit.
He watched you watch him as he slid in, inch by inch, your eyes watering as he forced his way into your cunt.
A self-satisfied smirk emerged on his face, knowing just how full he could make you feel.
Gently, he lowered his weight on top of you, pressing down so that his toned flesh covered your supple breasts and soft curves.
As he started to slowly thrust in and out of your tight core, Loki found both of your hands and brought them next to your head, interlacing his fingers with yours. Your palms were hot and sweaty, overwhelmed with the intimacy of his actions.
Summoning all the boldness you had inside of you, you dared your gaze to meet his and he was staring back at you with a mixture of lust and affection.
And also, possession.
Fuck.
What have you gotten yourself into?
Without warning, he pushed faster, his hips smacking into yours with a vengeance. You instinctively brought your knees up to allow him deeper access. The wet slap of his cock into your pussy was sinfully loud in the cavernous bedroom.
All manner of helpless yelps and whines came out of your throat, your hands squeezed his as he fucked you raw.
āYou need to be fucked, hard and often, healer.ā The way he said your title could have been synonymous with whore.
The intensity of his look was almost too much, daring you to look away, but you found that you couldnāt. You were entirely addicted to this man, stronger than any drug you could have created in the healing room.
By Odin, he was the only one for you.
You pressed your forehead to his as he continued to slam his cock deep inside of your womb.
āIām yours, my Lord.ā The words tumbled out of you before you could stop them.
āLoki.ā An unreadable expression crossed his face as Loki pushed himself up. He pulled your legs to wrap around his hips as he knelt on the bed. Your pussy was still clenched around his cock and you took the opportunity to suck in a few deep breaths.
āWha-what?ā You panted, confusion furrowing your brow.
āSay my name. Say that you belong to me.ā Loki commanded. He rose up, pulling his shoulders back, looking every bit like the prince, the god that he is. His dark hair was pushed back on his forehead, sleek with sweat, framing his sharp features like a crown.
Automatically obedient, the declaration left your lips with sincerity and conviction.
āI belong to you, Loki.ā
With a laugh of triumph, Loki grabbed the pliant flesh of your hips and slammed your body against his own. He railed your core with his cock, hitting deeper than you ever thought possible. Your ass slid along his strong thighs, the friction smarting your skin that was still tender from his earlier disciplining.
āLokiāitās too much!ā You cried out, losing yourself in pleasure.
āCum for me, my sweet girl. Worship me with your cunt!ā Loki growled out, thrusting impossibly harder, impossibly faster.
The sensation built and built, his name spilled out of your mouth in an endless stream of moans, until suddenly the pleasure peaked.
In that instance, time stopped. Your lips parted in a silent scream, and you saw him.
Veins bulged in his forearm as he pulled you flush against his hips. Nose scrunched up in effort as he fucked you deeply. His eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, wild in the throes of ecstasy.
Loki was your god.
And he was glorious.
Finally the air in your lungs released in a long-awaited scream and the orgasm crashed down. Nerve endings lit on fire, and your muscles jerked and spasmed underneath his strong grip. In the midst of your pleasure, you heard a faraway groan from your prince, and you could feel jets of hot cum coat the inside of your womb. He was marking you, claiming you as his.
You knew you would be his forever.
A few seconds later, Loki unceremoniously pulled out of your well-used pussy, and collapsed beside you, chest heaving with exertion.
Lying with one arm underneath his head, he lazily stroked your back as you curled up on his naked chest. Finally, the effect from the love potion had dissipated, leaving you with sweet relief.
Minutes passed in comfortable silence, but your mind started to swirl with insecure thoughts. You steeled your nerves to ask a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind.
āWhy did you never use me?ā
āWhat do you mean, my dear?ā
āWhy did you never take a lover? Or ask for a healerās services? Iām sure youāve heard the rumors, that youāreāā Your mouth shut with an audible clack of your teeth.
Your clumsy tongue always got ahead of yourself. Worried you may have crossed a line, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.
But Loki answered honestly.
āYouāre not my first. But I have long since known that I canāt fuck and forget like my ape of a brother.ā He grimaces, and breathes in deeply before saying more.
āWhen I have sex, I need to own them. Possess them. I'm sure you noticed my dominant streak, my darling.ā
āThen whyād you let me come in tonight? Why take the risk?ā You wondered aloud.
āIāve been watching you, my sweet little healer.ā
You tensed automatically in surprise. Since when? What did he see? Why did he notice you?
Lokiās gentle voice brought you out of your thoughts as he confessed more.
āIf you hadnāt approached me tonight, I would have snatched you from the healing room and made you mine before long.ā He chuckled, the sound vibrating deep within his chest as you lay on his skin.
The revelation sank in slowly until finally, Loki pulled you up until your face was level with his.
āYou just beat me to it, you naughty girl.ā He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and your furrowed brow automatically relaxed.
āTell me again. Will you belong to me, and only me?ā He searched your eyes for any hint of deception, any trace of a lie.
James, 16,: Would you still love me if I was a Worm?
Regulus, 15, rolling his eyes: Yes, but I'm not proud of it.
Regulus, 19: Would you still love me if I came out as a man, burn all the pretty dresses you like on me, cut my hair you are obsessed with, change my name and my body?
James, not missing a beat: I would carry you around after your surgery. I would take you shopping and spoil you rotten. I'd take you to a tailor so you can get your clothes exactly how you want them. I'd pay for every surgery, document change, hormones, clothes. I'd throw you a gender reveal party. I'd call you handsome and beautiful through any and every questionable style choice. I'd make you my husband and I'd be very, very proud of that.
James: I'll love you for as long as I live, no matter what you do or who you want to be, my darling. Always and forever.
we always talk about james being obsessed with regulusā french, but when are we going to start talking about how helplessly regulus moans the first time james speaks spanish in bed?
like, james is leaning down and murmuring something low against his earāvoice rich and smooth, rolling every r with devastating ease. and regulus has no idea whatās heās saying, but it doesnāt even matter because heās done for. heās going completely slack under james, noise torn from his throat before he even knows itās there. his pupils are blown wide, and he canāt stop himself from licking into jamesā mouth, tugging at his curls as he gasps, āsay it again.ā
(Based on the TikTok trend thatās had me rolling)
Sirius and James: We listen and we donāt judge.
Sirius: One time in third year I ate the last of Moonyās chocolate and I blamed it on you because I didnāt want him to be mad at me.
James: š
Sirius and James: We listen and we donāt judge.
James: Sometimes I use your toothbrush when I canāt find mine.
Sirius: š¤Ø
Sirius and James: We listen and we donāt judge.
Sirius: Over the summer when I stayed at your place, I accidentally broke Effieās favorite mug and blamed you because I didnāt want her to hate me.
James: She made me to extra chores for a week!
Sirius: š¬
Sirius and James: We listen and we donāt judge.
James: Sometimes I take your stuff while youāre asleep and then when you try to find it, I pretend to help you look for it.
Sirius: Prongs, my good quill?
James: I needed to do my homework!
Sirius: šŖ
Sirius and James: We listen and we donāt judge.
Sirius: Sometimes I hide your glasses on purpose when Iām annoyed at you because I think itās funny.
James: What the fuck, mate?
Sirius: š¤·š»āāļø
Sirius and James: We listen and we donāt judge.
James: I regularly meet up with your brother and snog him senseless.
Mary showing Regulus Dance Moms and then a day later Regulus has a group meeting where he ranks everyone on a pyramid.
Regulus: before we start. Mary is exempt because she helped me come up with the ranking. So on the bottom, is Barty. You stole all my chocolate frogs and then lied about it.
Barty: but-
Regulus: silent. Next, Peter. I donāt trust you. Next. Sirius. Still havenāt forgave you for leaving me with our parents for a year.
Sirius: but I helped you get out.
Regulus: which is why you arenāt last. Finishing off the bottom row, Marlene. Nothing against you love, just donāt know you that well.
Marlene: Iāll take it.
Regulus: third row. Evan. You are a great friend, but you indulge in Barty too much.
Evan: weāre dating.
Rugulus: I know. It bumped you down a few spots. Next. James.
James: weāre dating??
Regulus: and? You made me upset yesterdayā¦ and I didnāt want to be biased. Next is Lily. Weāre becoming wonderful friends and youāre dating my best friend. Hurt her and you will no longer be present on this pyramid.
Lily: ha!! Beat you James
James: this is rigged.
Regulus: second Row. Dorcas and then Dora. I couldnāt really decide who was better. Youāre both my best girls so.. itās more so tied.
Evan: barty and I are your best mates as well!!
Regulus: they never steal my food and lie to me. Finally. At the top of the pyramid. Is Remus.
Sirius: HOW???
Regulus: he is silent and lets me lay on him while we read. He also lets me rant to him about my stupid brother even though youāre dating. A bery great guyā¦ i might steal him if you and James keep acting up.
Sirius: well there were always signs, but when he really did, he did it by giving me a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"
James places a glass of a sickly green concoction in front of Harry, instantly killing the little boyās mood. Itās Jamesā special recipeāthe ultimate health drink, packed with vitamins.Ā
Harry looks down at his glass with a crestfallen expression, lower lip protruding into a pout. James, completely unaware of his sonās predicament, moves away.
It happens quickly. The moment James is out of sight, Harry tilts his entire body toward Regulus, whoās pretending to be blissfully unaware, nursing his own unhealthy tall glass of coke, fizzing in the summer heat.Ā
Harry tugs at Regulusā shirt, forcing his attention on him. Regulus peers down at him, paper straw caught between his teeth. Harryās pout becomes impossibly pout-ier.Ā
He glances at the glass on the table, beads of condensation gathering in the hot sun before closing his eyes and heaving a sighā resigning himself to his fate.Ā
Regulus eyes the patio door, calculating how much time he has before setting his own drink down. He grabs Harryās glass and downs it one go.Ā
Afterward, he sits frozen, left eye twitching as he swallows several times to keep the revolting drink down. The grassy taste of it makes him stick his tongue out, revealing its now green color. Harry claps happily at the display before leaning over in his seat and taking a few unbidden sips from Regulusā coke.
When James returns, heās none the wiser.
Later, when the table is cleared and Regulus is upstairs putting Harry to bed, Sirius finally brings it up.
āYou do realize Regulus has been drinking those for Harry, right?ā
James smirks, looking smug as he takes a sip of his glass. āOh, I know,ā he says, eyes gleaming as he looks at Sirius. āTheyāre actually for him.ā
Surprise surprise, Iāve been wanting to give closure to this lil story for so long, it has a big part of my heart because it was the first short story I made follow ups of it, definitely helped me with some art blocks and brought me comfort, and u guys interaction with it was the best thing ever š ty so much for following along to this silly short story.
This is like the episode of those Nickelodeon days, when a famous person appeared and the pre recorded cheers and claps sounded. Thatās it here havsgafxhafaha
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