#daddyloki x little reader

[littleavengerfics]

heyyyy

can you do where reader ( female) has been out drinking with her friends and comes home to loki/bucky/tony ( your choice ) but has sobered up and just wants to be little . Also she’s in pain from dancing a lot- like her feet hurt and stiff

This is very specific sorry

I love youuu

I'm so sorry this took longer for me to make. My tumblr kept crashing and deleting all of my progress. I hope you enjoyed this anyway and have a great day. (don't worry I love specific requests because it gives me more ideas and more to work with.)

I chose Loki because I haven't really written about him before and that is a crime.

WARNINGS: age regression, slight mentions of alcohol, daddy Loki, female reader, non specified little age

(If I missed any please let me know)

By the time I walked through the door it was past 1 am, Loki was sat in the armchair waiting for me with his favourite book. "Hey my love, did you have fun?" He asked getting up from his seat. "Yeah, but now I'm exhausted." Loki let out a small chuckle, "so you definitely did have fun then, well at least it's over now so you can get some rest. I say we go to bed and stay there as long as your heart desires." He smiled helping you take off your coat.

"Considering how much you drank, yes I saw the photos you sent me, I'm surprised you can stand." You hummed. "Well we sobered up at my best friend's house then we got a lift home." Loki nodded. "That was clever of you darling, I would hate to think of something happening to you and me not being there to protect you." You leant back into Loki's chest, that was exactly what you wanted him to do, protect you.

You wanted to stay in his arms forever where you knew you were safe and that you did not need to worry about anything. You wanted him to look after you...

You wanted your daddy.

You turned around, burying your face into his chest. "You okay my love?" Loki asked running his hand through your hair. "Mhm." You mumbled trying to hide the change in your behaviour. But of course he noticed, he always did. "Don't lie to me y/n, what is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" Before you could take a second thought your hand was pulling on his armour.

"You know that doesn't work as well as it does on midguardian fabric, and although it is adorable when you do it I am not putting on a midguardian shirt just for that again." You looked up at Loki with a frown, why wasn't he acknowledging you. He just stared off into space.

"Daddy." You did grabby hands at him. "Oh sorry little one, daddy got distracted, is someone feeling tiny?" He asked with a soft smile. You gave a sleepy yawn before muttering. "Ya I s'eepy daddy."

"Then I think my little princess needs some cuddles and some night night." Usually you would put up a fight but even you knew he was right and though stubborn as you were about bedtime you didn't have the energy nor the want to argue. Loki picked you up effortlessly and carried you to your bedroom.

"Come on baby let go of daddy." He chuckled at your iron strength grip on the back of his neck. "Please can you let go of daddy so I can get our clothes and we can snuggle?" You frowned unwrapping your legs from around his wait and releasing your arms from around his neck.

"Thank you princess now are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt? do you feel unwell?" You nodded. "Daddy I owies." Loki's face immediately changed as he looked at you with concern. "It's alright y/n daddy is going to make it all better. First let's get you into your comfy clothes." He helped you change into your favourite pyjamas before placing you on the bed.

"Can daddy put some lotion on your feet owies?" you gave him a sleepy nod as he began to rub the lotion into your skin. "Does that feel better princess?"

"mhm tank yous." He gave you a huge smile. "You are more than welcome. Daddy loves taking care of his baby." He placed a kiss on your forehead before sliding in to bed next to you. You instantly rolled over onto his chest and sighed happily making him chuckle. You began to doze of as you felt all the pain in your body float away as Loki's arms settled around you in a comforting hug.

"Go to sleep little love, Daddy is right here to protect you."

[xxlusciouslulu]

Loki x little reader )

Warning: fluff , age regression loki caregiver, daddyloki

After A mission I felt myself slip into little space I put my favorite demon hoodie on and some shorts. I wander off into the hallway looking for someone. But couldn't find him anywhere not in his office nor the gym where we would practice fighting, not even his bedroom or the library.

I look down to my feet , feeling down

Heyy there little mortal  , what's got you down? I stare up at Thor

c-cant.. findw Loks anywhere have you seen him?

I'm Afraid not little one but I sure you he's probably up to some mischief around here like he always does.

Mk i wander back off again searching for Loks

wherew could.. daddy be…

i walk into the living room seeing Bucky and Sam and Natasha talking. I sighed looking down and back myself against the wall, i looked everywhere and still can't find him.. A sadness went over me.

Heyy Y/n what's wrong? Natasha asked

I look up , not saying anything i fidget my hands around "

I look everywhere…

Everywhere? She said

I noded' He's not here..

Who is.. wait are you looking for Loki?

I nodded yes

she smile and told me have you check the kitchen?

Kit chen… ? my eyes shot up and went there quickly hoping he might be there.

And she was right there he was sitting in A chair looking At A book with an Apple in his hand, some work papers on the table.

Daddyy!?

I ran up to him "

Well hello there little mix didn't aspect you to come back early from the mission.

Are you alright?

You had your arms wrap around him tight " A single tear fell from your eyes , you look up and he wipe away your tear with his thump.

I..i couldn't findw yyou ,you weren't anywhere to be found. I missed you.. " you weren’t in your bedroom , the living room , the gym, you kept mumbling on. 

He pulled you onto his lap And held you. Shhh  it’s okay i’ve got you  he hugged you 

How much did you miss me?

Alot! daddy "

Aww little one I'm here now he lifted your chin up and said I'm not going anywhere pet  daddy here. “  

He smiled looking at you , how cute u were in your little demon hoodie And kissed you.

Come little one , he held he's hand out and you took it following him to his bedroom where set you aside , turn on the tv you played with your stuffy  he  came back with A warm bottle of milk for you. 

Rawrr you attack him with your stuff animal and he look at you 

Come here you little mix , he comes running to you and you run away he catches up and  tickles you. You giggle  , you fall onto the bed as  he tickles you at your most   spots  daddyy stopp i laugh  hard “ 

Loki tickles you more and gives you kisses.  After A moment  you breath out 

he pulled you aside of him feeding you the bottle , watches you, As it was all gone Loki get's up from the bed putting it away he comes back and turns on your favorite show to watch  and gave you your pacify , you snuggle up with your cosy blanket, Loki right beside you cuddling up with you.

Prettwy You say playing with Loki hair~

as he smiled at you ' You sink wrapping your arm around him.

He smiled "

Cosy enough?

I nodded yes , most definitely " you dat best. 

He kissed my head " i smiled warmly

soon as my show ended Loki saw that i was still awake and desided to read me a bedtime story , he picked out my favorite book , yay i said out of excitement!

come here little one " Loki says Let see here he says he starts reading the beginning of the first chapter , Loki snuggles closer to me my head laying on his chest , his thump in my mouth like A pacifier as he reads away. My mind and self gets sleepy by the second , he's voice calming and smooth and dreamy i could easy fall asleep right away just listening to him read. i look towrd the window the stars were out and bright my eyes couldn't stay awake i soundly fell asleep cuddle up against him cosy and all.

He noticed I fell asleep and kissed my head I love you so much Y/n sweet dreams little one.

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Heal me

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Request:  Geralt of Rivia with a healer reader? Maybe something smutty? 👀 (from @zebrabaker) 

and

Gimme some Geralt x reader smut please? 😀 (from @geekyweed​)

and like at least 8 anon requests saying only “geralt smut please” 

Warnings: smut, language, fluff, no plot

Word count: 1246 but it’s almost only smut

A/N: please read how to make requests above the ask box thingy I’ve written for you!! 

“Geralt.” You patted his cheek. “Geralt! Wake up.” He murmured something, but his eyes were still closed. You almost slapped him. You needed him awake to drink a healing potion. “Wake the fuck up!”

He lazily opened his eyes and smiled softly when he saw you.

“Well, isn’t this my favourite healer?” He said with sore throat, trying to lift himself up. You held his back to help him. “What happened?”

You reached to the cup filled with steaming, muddy liquid and pressed it against his lips to make him drink some. He cringed.

“You showed up at my doorstep last night, bleeding to death, with your guts almost spilling on the floor. It took me hours to stitch you back together.”

He raised his hand to capture a lock of your hair in his fingers.

“Thank you.”

You pressed your hand on his forehead and discovered with relief that his temperature dropped. It was a good sign.

“You’ll live.” You patted his arm but he hissed with pain.

“It hurts!” He groaned and you rolled your eyes, taking the blanket off of him to examine the wounds but receiving another groan when you touched the healing cuts. “It hurts!”

“Well for gods sake, where doesn’t it hurt?” You threw your arms in the air, annoyed.

He bent his arm and pointed at the elbow.

“Here,” he said angrily. You leaned and kissed where he pointed. His appearance softened slightly. “And here.” He pointed his forehead which you also kissed. “And here… it hurts just a little.” He rubbed his eyelid. You left a trail of kisses from his forehead to the eyelid, hearing him murmuring something about his lips also being fine.

You kissed his twist with your smile, warming his cold lips on yours. You licked his bottom lip before pulling away.

Geralt groaned.

“You’re so hurting and in pain, I don’t want to exhaust you even more…”

You wanted to get up, but he held your waist with his arm and forced you to sit back down.

“I have enough strength for you.”

He dragged you onto himself, whining when he accidentally sat you down on his wound. You wanted to get up, but he didn’t let you.

“Geralt–“

“It’s fine, Y/N.” You sighed and held his sweaty face in your hands and for a while just watched him, his honey eyes you’ve always adored so much. You always looked for the sunrays in them, for the sands of the deserts and glow of the stars. “What?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged. “I just missed you. A lot.”  

His hand covered yours.

“I know… I hate being away for so long.”

“You should show up more often, not only when you’re dying, you know?” You smiled, kissing him.

“But then you wouldn’t let me lay in bed all day,’ he laughed in your lips.

You shushed him with a kiss, welcoming his tongue in your mouth. His hands slid to your waist, hugging you tightly, not allowing you to make a move. You loved his possessiveness, how he made you feel like the only woman on earth. Like a queen, his queen.

You kissed his cheek, the stubble on his jawline, the vein pulsing on his neck. Salty taste of his sweat danced on your tongue when you licked a scar above his collarbone, then lower, sculpted muscles of his stomach. He relaxed under your touch, tensing only when your fingers pulled on the string of his leather trousers, untying the knots. He was already hard and dripping when you freed him, making your mouth water.

You wrapped your fingers around him, rubbing the velvety skin with your thumb, spreading the wetness from the tip to the length for better friction. One move of your hand was enough to make him sigh, and that sigh quickly turned to gasp when you closed your mouth around the warm member.

You swirled your tongue around the tip, closing your eyes at the taste you collected, sucking it hotly, feeling the aching slowly build up between your legs.

You took him deeper and moved your head up and down, his gasps like a music to your ears. His hand collected hair from your face and grabbed it as he watched your mouth and tongue work on his shaft. He throbbed in your mouth when he bucked his hips to force more of him through your lips, causing you to gag a little. You pulled away, licking a stripe along him one last time.

He reached to you, pulling you up, to his lips and greedy hands that almost ripped your dress when you positioned yourself above him. With one move your clothes were abandoned on the dirty floor.

You reached to his shaft and guided it between your folds, rubbing your clit on it. Your juices were mixing as you were riding him this way, each vein and unevenness sending bolts of pleasure through your body.

Geralt groaned, held your waist firmly and violently bucked his hips, thrusting his impressive length all the way into you. A moan sounded in the room, your heat throbbed with pleasure.

“That’s not fair,” you said, moving your hips after you adjusted to his size. “You never let me play.”

“You’ll play later.”

While one of his hands was holding your hip, guiding you to move faster, the other travelled up your body, to your breasts. His thumb caressed your nipple before he kneaded your breast with his large hand. You threw your head behind, losing yourself in the sensation. You waited so long for him to touch you again, and cherished every second of it.

You held the frame of the bed for stability when his fingers sneaked between your bodies, to caress your clit. You moaned in his lips, in his cocky smile when he was bucking his hips to your pace, eventually grabbing you with one of his arms and pumping fiercely, swallowing your cries with kisses.

Your tongue was in his lips when the orgasm started to build in your body, and you pulled out, gasping. A string of saliva was still collecting your parted lips when he thrusted deep, cutting every string holding your emotions together. You’ve became a moaning mess, an uncontrollable flesh of shivers and cries when you rubbed your pussy onto him, with every move caressing your clit. A fever of pleasure overtook you both, he smashed into you, with a loud groan releasing himself. A shot of cum spilled inside of you, the feeling of it, of being so full of him, only adding to your orgasm.

He didn’t let you go, holding you firmly when you lied on his wet chest, breathing heavy.

Your muscles were clenching on his member, still buried in your heat.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you said in between gasps. “I want you to stay with me this time.”

He pulled away. His cum spilled down your thighs.

“You know I can’t.”

“You know you can.” You lifted yourself just enough to look him in the eyes. “You’re just afraid.”

“What would I be afraid of?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Of loving me.”

He was silent for a moment and reached to wipe your hair from your forehead.

“You’re right. I am afraid,” he said silently. “But not of loving you. I’m afraid of losing you.”

You kissed him softly.

“Don’t worry, Geralt. We will be together. In this and every life that comes next.”

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Trick or treat

Pairing: Loki x reader

Request: Living with Loki and there baing a trick or treater cild who dresses up as him and he smiles and talks about it all night (from @fly-on-my-sweet-angel​)

Warnings: language, smut without much plot, au where loki saves ny during a mission

Word count: 1608

A/N: short but spicy

With his lips on yours and his tongue in your mouth, you forgot about the whole world. About the time, which suddenly felt irrelevant. About the space, about the stars. The only thing you could think of was that the Earth kept spinning, your whole world was moving, but it wasn’t moving around the Sun anymore. It was all about Loki.

That is, it was the only thing you could think about until you heard the doorbell.

“Are we expecting someone?” His whisper on your lips made you shiver.

“Well,” you managed to say “it’s Halloween. We are expecting a bunch of kids asking us for candy.”

He captured your lips again when the doorbell sounded once more.

“Can we ignore them?”

“We can.” You slid from underneath him. “But we won’t.”

You got up from the couch and grabbed a bowl filled with candy before opening the door with a sigh.

“Trick or treat!” You froze. It was just a one kid, a girl, maybe six years old, staring at you with her big eyes, with leather clothes and a gold paper mache crown with horns. She smiled widely at first, but the smile faded once you didn’t react. “Trick or treat?” She tilted her head.

You shook the shock off and smiled at her.

“Hey, babe?” You shouted to Loki. “You might want to see this amazing costume.”

You heard him sigh and stand up from the couch. He came to you with crossed arms and froze as well when he saw the girl.

“That’s me,” he murmured, eyebrows raised and a smile blooming on his face.

The girl watched him with parted lips, the grasp on her pumpkin bucket tightening.

“Loki!” She squirmed, dropping the bucket and storming through the doorstep, within seconds her little arms wrapping around him. “You’remyfavouritehero,Iloveyou,youhavethebestsuit,Iloveyou,mymumsaysyousavednewyorkandIloveyouforthat–“ She spit the words out like a machinegun, hugging Loki tightly.

You watched the scene with parted lips as Loki was looking at you with disbelief, tapping the girl’s head lightly, not sure what to do.

“Thank you for saving our home, Mr Loki sir,” she said when she finally pulled away with rosy cheeks and shining eyes.

“You’re welcome– I mean,” he corrected himself when he saw your expression, “here.” He picked up her bucket and threw all the candy you had inside. “Happy Halloween.”

She smiled widely at him and thanked before almost dancing out of your apartment. Shaking your head you closed the door.

“Did you see that?” He was smiling widely. “She dressed up as me! As me! Not this douche Rogers, not Ant-Man! Me!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him.

“That was really sweet.” You stood on your toes and kissed the tip of his nose. “My hero.” You pecked his neck. “Don’t forget me once the fame kicks in–”

He suddenly grabbed your waist and almost slammed you onto the wall, making you gasp.

“Tsk… I might consider it… If you answer this one question….” His lips were on your ear. “Trick or treat?”

Heat spread through your body, excitement taking over your brain.

“Both.”

One of his hands gently travelled up your body, fingers caressed the collarbone, moved to the neck and pressed the pulse point.

“Do you think you can take both?” His voice was erotic, spilling into your ear and messing with your mind.

“Yes– Yes.”

He forced you up, locking your legs around his waist, his lips close to yours, but not relieving you with a kiss.

He carried you like this to the bedroom and almost threw you on the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Something for me first. Undress, baby.”

You wiped the hair away from your face and neck, smiling sweetly. Treat for him first, lots of tricks for you later.

Your fingers sneaked to the hem of your shirt, tugging it teasingly, your eyes locked on Loki. He raised a brow at you and you lifted the shirt, showing your belly, then ribs, then the edge of the red, lacy bra you bought and wore just for him. The shirt was soon off, lying on the floor. You mover your hands down your body, caressing your skin, tracing the hem of the jeans with one finger before unbuttoning them. You watched him part his lips slightly with lush when you slid the jeans down your legs, leaving you only in red lingerie.

One strap of your bra was off, then another one. One, two, three hooks. Your fingers touched the goose bumps on your naked breasts, pinched the nipples, you bit your lower lip. Loki’s eyes never left your body, you weren’t sure if he was even blinking. You could feel the temperature in the room rising when you took off the lacy panties and stood in front of your love, naked to his sight.

“What a treat,” he said in a husky voice. “My sweet, sweet Y/N…” He reached to you and you took his hand. He dragged you rapidly on his lap, on which you landed with your stomach, your ass under his palm.  He massaged your cheeks. “Such… a… treat,” he slapped your ass hard, making you squirm. He moved you slightly on his lap, so not only your cheeks were exposed to him, but also your pussy, wet and glistening from arousal that was only growing with each second. He swiped a finger though your folds, collecting your juices and purring with satisfaction. He raised his hand again, this time slapping your pussy, uncontrolled moan escaped your lips. “My horny little pumpkin…” Another slap, your arousal was unbelievable. “So wet…” He struck you once more, the sound of it filled the room. “And so marvellous.” With that last word he forced two fingers deep inside your pussy, not even bothering slowing down for a second, hitting your g-spot each time he thrusted into you, quickly turning you into a moaning mess.

His skilled fingers were curled as he roughly moved them in and out, the other hand tangling your hair and forcing your head up. Your muscles clenched around him, begging for more, begging to let you come.

But, of course, that would be too good.

You asked for a trick as well, after all.

He pulled out and threw you from his lap, making you kneel on the floor in front of him. He unbuckled the belt and unzipped his pants, freeing the hard member, dripping for your pussy.

Or mouth.

You crawled in between his legs and without a thought stroke his shaft with your tongue, following the pulsing vein. You closed your lips around the tip and received a sigh, Loki’s fingers dived into your hair, forcing your head down. You happily obeyed, taking as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around it, sucking and swallowing every bit of what he was giving you. You bobbed your head up and down, the base of your tongue rubbing the tip each time. The fingers in your hair made you move faster and take him deeper, you were gagging and the sound of it only made him more aroused. Your hand took care of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, the warmth of his cock both on your tongue and under your fingers was giving you entire new sensations, the tip was now hitting the back of your throat.

He suddenly pulled your hair and you could sharply breathe again, the sting of saliva connecting your stuck out tongue with his cock.

He leaned and kissed you deeply, his hands on your cheeks, slight pressure telling you to stand up. When you parted you weren’t surprised to see him completely naked, he often used his magic to get rid of what didn’t have much use anymore.

He threw you on the bed and crawled on top of you, his lips on yours again, your bodies touching almost every inch of each other, your limbs tangled as well as your tongues.

You seemed infinite. There was no beginning and no end, only this moment, only you and him, and the feeling of being forever.

He slid into you with ease, your slick allowing him to fill you perfectly at first try. He stayed like that, smiling at your gasp, kissing away every word you’d want to tell him.

When he moved your world was spinning again, the only thing that mattered was the sensation of him stretching your falls, of his abdomen rubbing your clit and the obscene sound of slapping bodies. He wasn’t gentle, that was never his thing. He slammed into you, his teeth bit your neck, leaving countless marks, one of his hands kneaded your breast, making you moan to heavens.

You weren’t sure you would ever get used to how perfect he was, to the addicting feeling of him being rough and thrusting into you with the force of a wild animal.

Your fingers sunk into his back, your squirms were muted by his kisses. The smell of arousal was driving you insane as he fucked you hard, bringing you close to the edge of sanity, driving you mad. Your hips moved with his, your walls clenched on him hard when you shouted his name loudly, milking him, kissing his gasp. The unbelievable pleasure spilled through your veins, mind-shattering orgasm ruined you whole, the warmth of his cum releasing yet another moan.

He stayed inside of you for a while longer, his blurry eyes locked on yours, not letting a drop flow out of you.

“Happy Halloween, my little pumpkin.”

You kissed his smile, bumping your nose with his.

Happy indeed.

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King and queen

THIS STORY IS A PART OF MY 1,5K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION YOU CAN LEARN ABOUT HERE.

This story is for: @daddyloki

Request: oh my god O2 and O7 for loki i- 🤤 and omg i cant believe you’re at 1.6K you literally deserve it so much??? you’re hands down one of my top 3 favorite writers on here

Prompts:

O2. I didn’t say it, I declared it.

O7. Did I stutter?

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: language, smut, slight praise kink 

Word count: 1000 

A/N: being in somebody’s top 3 writers is probably one of my gratest achievements on this website and I’m not even kidding. It looks like i have a praise kink, too 

You were reading a book in the garden, listening to sweet song of the birds and smelling even sweetest scent of roses and freshly cut grass when a maid approached you, her hair messy and skirt clenched in her fists, as if she’s been running.

“My lady…” She was struggling for breath. “My lady… Price Loki… did it again.”

You just shrugged and lowered your sight back on the book.

“And what do you expect me to do with it?” Lazily you used your mind to flip the page.

“My lady, he imprisoned Allfather.”

With a sigh of annoyance you closed your book and dematerialized it. Fabric of your green dress swished when you got up from the bench and walked past the maid.

“Smarten yourself up, girl.” You shook your head. “And next time when you bother me, at least make sure you look decent.”

The maid crimsoned and bowed to you, murmuring apologies.

You walked through the hallways in angry pace, the heels of your shoes were clacking viciously on the marble floor. You ignored the guards who were bowing to you as you walked past them.

Massive door leading to the throne room opened with a flick of your fingers.

You liked using your magic instead of having things done for you. It guaranteed you respect you needed to live on Asgard.

Loki was sitting on the throne, Odin’s scepter lying against it. You dismissed the guards with a wave of your hand.

“And what happened here, dear husband? I leave you alone for mere hours and you’re now claiming the throne your own?” You came closer to him, a shadow of a smile on your face.

You would lie if you said you didn’t love the sight before you. Your husband on the throne of Asgard, and you as his queen. Power was one of things you undeniably desired, but you couldn’t allow Loki to keep enslaving his own father. Even if your pussy throbbed just at the sight of your husband being so powerful.

“I declared myself a king,” he said, smirk on his face making you roll your eyes.

“You can’t just say you’re a king and take the throne.” You came up the stairs, your arms crossed.

“I didn’t say it, I declared it.” He shrugged. “Won’t you kneel before your king?”

You laughed silently and sat on his lap.

“No, I don’t think so.” You tugged a lost string of his hair behind his ear. “Loki, you need to let your father go.”

He sighed, his thumb travelling up and down your spine.

“I agree, I might’ve been a little… hasty maybe.” He kissed your neck. “But doesn’t this feel right? Me as a king, you as my queen, ruling Asgard together…” His lips were on your collarbone.

“Not yet, my beloved,” you said, cupping his face in your hands. “It will all be ours someday, but the day has not yet come.”

With a sigh he nodded slowly and you leaned to kiss him.

“Can we at least have a bit of fun before I set my father free?” He murmured in your lips and you couldn’t hide a smile.

“Your brother will be here any minute.”  

“Then we better hurry, wife.”

He captured your lips with his and guided one of your legs to the other side of his lap. His sneaky fingers rolled your dress up, harshly squeezing your thighs, making you sigh. You wanted to stand up and go to a place that at least had a bed in it, but he stopped you.

“No, no, no… I want to fuck you on this throne,” he nearly gasped on your neck when his lips left wet kisses along it.

“You want to fuck me on the throne?” You raised an eyebrow at him, a bite on your neck made you hiss.

“Did I stutter?” His magic got rid of your panties, you were now bare on his leather pants and a hard bulge beneath the material, the sudden feeling releasing a squirm.

“No–.” He moved your hips, so you rubbed against him, surely leaving a wet mark of your arousal on the black leather. “No, my king.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed you again and you reached to the buttons of his trousers, struggling, but finally being able to free his dripping cock.

The feeling of him sliding into you completely, ideally, perfectly was addicting. You were like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together and only to one another. God of lies and goddess of madness.

“My queen,” he sighed in your mouth in between thrusts. “Most perfect of all beings…” You moaned when he quickened the pace to match your bouncing. “My goddess…”

“Fuck –ahh– keep talking,” you sighed, his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs to the point of leaving bruises. You kissed his smile.

“Dirty, dirty whore.” He captured your bottom lip in between his sharp teeth and you felt metallic taste of blood. “Your tight cunt feels so good around my cock,” his gasps surrounded your neck, bruised with love marks and traces of his fingers.

He was reaching so deep you never deemed it possible, silent moans and sighs echoed in the empty throne room along with obscene sounds of flesh smacking flesh. Pleasure was wandering around your body, coursing through your veins like poison.

“Gods you’re incredible,” he moaned in your lips and licked the blood off it.

Unable to speak, think even, you just kissed him deeply, your tongues fighting in your mouth, your moves uncoordinated when ecstasy took control over you, and orgasm shattered your mind to pieces consisting only of pleasure.

Loki wasn’t long behind, you felt his hot cum shot inside of you just seconds later.

You pressed your forehead onto his, his member still inside, not letting any seed out.

The door swung open and you almost jumped off your husband.

“Brother, what is the meaning of–“

“Get the fuck out!”