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lokifantasies · 1 year ago

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Date Nights & Guilty Consciences (Loki x Reader & Jade x Secret Date)

Jade goes on a secret date, and Loki knows that she's clearly hiding something. With her guilty conscience on her mind, her date helps to comfort her in telling her father the truth.

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She was ready for her night out – she had been feeling the butterflies from the moment she saw him. He was perfect.

She reminded her of him…it was true what she had been told by her father all those years ago – he was the role model of the type of partner she would end up seeking.

He was right.

Jade put on a long black and white sleeve crop top, some black jeans, and black ankle boots with a heel. She made sure that her makeup was impeccable – not wanting him to see her the way she had looked earlier – covered in sweat and blood, barely able to breathe and walk.

She was still surprised he had asked her out.

And she was more surprised when she made the decision to keep it from her best friend – her father.

“She’s hiding something,” Loki blurted out to you and the two of you sat on the sofa and watched television – the other kids busying themselves.

“What?” you asked – confused.

“Jade,” he specified, “she’s hiding something from me.”

You sat up from your spot in between his legs and turned around to face him. He’s staring off into space.

“Hey,” you said – getting his attention. His eyes looked sad and worried. “I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready.”

“Remember the last time she hid something from us?” he questioned in an almost whisper.

You looked down. “I do.”

Loki took out his phone and pulled up Life360 to see exactly where his beloved daughter was.

“At least she’s where she says she is,” he said with a bit of relief. “Please talk me out of getting over there to see who she’s with.”

“Loki,” you bluntly said. “If you invade her privacy, she’ll be furious with you. You can’t do that to her. We need to let her make her own decisions and mistakes.”

Across town, Jade sat the table across from her date, listening to him talk about his life – what he’s been through and how he’s lived. It broke her heart to hear about the things done to him.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly – looking into his gorgeous eyes. The pain was still there, but he did a good job at hiding it…another thing that reminds her of her father.

“Don’t be,” he smiled softly. “I’ve managed to accept it and move on with my life.”

“That’s good,” Jade said, a soft smile on her face – feeling her face begin to turn red.

He chuckled. “Sweetheart, there’s no need to be nervous around me.”

“How can I not be?” Jade nervously chuckled. “This is the first time I’ve gone out with a guy since –,”

“I know,” he interrupted. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, so I understand if you’re a bit hesitant with this. I just want to do whatever I can to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Jade smiled softly, her blue eyes meeting his. “You’re doing a pretty good job at it.” She looked down at the table, picking at her nails lightly.

“Something’s wrong,” he stated, causing Jade to let out a sigh.

“I don’t do this,” she told him, looking up. “I don’t…keep things from him.”

“I never said you needed to.”

“Yeah,” Jade agreed, “but if he knew…he’d…I want to think he’d be supportive but…I feel like he’d be upset at the same time…might hurt you or something.”

He chuckled. “You don’t need to worry about me, darling. If you feel like you need to tell him, then do it. I know he worries about you after what happened with he who shall not be named.”

“He does,” she agreed, looking down at her phone. She grabbed it and nervously typed in her passcode, opening up the latest text from her dad.

She smiled upon ready the text. He trusted her to make the right decisions and understood that she needed to feel comfortable to come to him. But she was always comfortable going to him, so why was this so…nerve-wracking? She looked up at her date. “If you end up getting murdered or your ass kicked tomorrow…I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled. “It’d be worth it.”

Letting out a chuckle, she sent her reply to her father – anxiously hitting the send button – knowing there was no going back now. She’d have to keep her word.

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mischieffae · 9 days ago

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I am begging for Thor 1 Loki with reader at a ball and he picks her out a gown and everything. Maybe like a friends to lovers trope where he helps her pick out her gown and the night of the ball he confesses.

I KID YOU NOT I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING A DANCE FLUFF DRABBLE THIS IS PERFECT. I hope it’s ok that I made it a Norse celebration instead of a ball, for some reason that made my muse spark.

Within the Moonlight

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x fem!reader

Content: Fluff, Loki being a shy cutie pie, Thor being a drunkard, flirtatious dancing, Loki confessing his love

Synopsis: Tonight is the Sigrblót festival, hosted by Odin, which is the celebration of summer's victory over winter. You are accompanied by Prince Thor, Loki, Sif & the Warriors Three to celebrate under the moon's cold glow. With the help of the trickster earlier that day, you are adorned in the most beautiful nordic gown. Perhaps this was a confession of love?

The sound of ale coated laughter filled the air around you as you settled upon a run down log, your feet mindlessly playing with the snow below you. Tonight would be one of the most important celebrations of the year, Sigrblót. It marked the last five days of winter, summer soon approaching after the long frigid months.

Warmth and light would soon claim victory over cold and darkness.

Your fingers grazed lightly over the intricate embroidery of your cotton dress, a small smile forming on your lips. It was a gown that your dear friend Loki had helped pick out for you earlier that day. He usually wouldn't accompany you with errands, but this one he was very adamant on joining.

" Well, who else would tell you truthfully if the gown looks good or not on you? Certainly not Fandral with his flirtatious ways. "

Playful eyes glance towards his way as you drag your hand along various hung gowns, a brow raising in question.

" And yet I am supposed to trust the God of Mischief and Lies? "

Something serious stirred within him from your banter, those once roguish eyes holding weight in them. " You know I would never lie to you. "

Was this guilt beginning to creep up within? Indeed, his words always held truth when it came to the two of you. For as long as you can remember, Loki was always the protective one of the group. Pranks and mischief were his forte, like the time when he turned Thor's playing stick into a snake. Or the time he conjured small rodents in Sif's bed one night, knowing fully well of her true fear. But when it came to you, there were never any tricks or deceit. With you, there was protection from the other's jests if they went too far, or when you wanted to accompany the group on perilous quests.

He was ALWAYS by your side.

A regretful smile formed on your face, your fingers reaching to brush along his in apology. " ... I know, dear Loki. "

Jade eyes flicked upward to gaze into your own, finally adorning a returning smile of his own that you so loved.

" Good, then. Now about these gowns... "

The Prince taps in thought against his chin, humming to himself in disapproval of the fabrics before him. Until, he lands upon one of a shade of dark emerald, gold flecks of stitching along the collarbone and wrists. It was absolutely stunning, small sets of floral designs threaded on the chest as well.

" This one, would most certainly suit you. "

You couldn't hold back your gasp from awe as he held the gown up to his chest, your eyes scanning the clothing as if it were made out of pure gold. Leave it to Loki to pick the most extravagant piece in the lot.

" It's absolutely stunning, Loki. But I -... I cannot afford this- "

A tsk noise releases from his lips teasingly, head shaking with a wicked smile before handing you the gown to hold yourself.

" What makes you think YOU are going to be purchasing this today, dear friend? Luckily, you happen to be in acquittance to a Prince of Asgard. "

Seeing the shock upon your face brought a flutter to Loki's heart, a faint tinge of pink forming on his cheeks before bringing his voice to a soft tone.

" And because I want to. "

・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟﾟ･｡

The sudden push of your body jolted you back to reality, Thor's booming laughter sounding soon after. An annoyed hiss escaped Loki's throat as he readjusted his tunic from the assault.

" Come now Loki, drink with us! Tonight, we shall find solstice in the company of ale and warm beds! "

You couldn't hold back your laughter as you giggled against a raised hand, your friend's eyes shooting you a death glare before returning toward's his drunk kin.

" You know fully well I do not indulge in such idiotic behavior. One of us needs to be kept in line. "

A snort escaped through Volstagg's nostrils, Sif biting her bottom lip to hold back a stabbing jest before Fandral pops right in.

" That's not what I remember, Loki old friend. Where has your deviltry gone to I wonder? Perhaps to impress a certain maiden? "

Laughter fills the air as a deep crimson paints your cheeks, a sharp intake of breath sounding from the Prince before Thor decides to take a chance to settle the tension down.

" Now now, let us not make jest of his attempts! You don't want a sudden snake to appear on your bed tonight, do you? "

All became quiet after his remark, a smirk of victory forming on Loki's lips.

The heat from the bonfire kissed your cheeks as you watched the other's dance around it, their shadows a beautiful contrast against bright orange hues. You heard the shuffling of feet before moving your gaze upwards once hearing Hogun's words.

" Shall this be a time to dance, comrades? "

Thor threw his wooden chalice to the ground with a thunderous sound of joy, quickly moving to grab Sif by her hands from the log.

" Yes, let us dance dear friends! The night is still young, and the fire is still alive with vigor! "

Before anyone could get another word in, the young thunder Prince gathered everyone towards the bonfire's glow. You stumbled upon plush snow, laughter filling your lungs as you desperately clung onto Loki's arms.

You could've sworn you heard a small one of his own.

Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg quickly departed to find their own dancing partners, while Thor and Sif began to lively move with the crowd together. Your eyes locked on green ones with a hint of shyness, his lips forming a smile while he moved your hand to lace into his.

" Shall we dance then? "

A small nod forms before you two briskly move in time with the beating of drums, your smile ever widening with each precise step. The smell of burning wood and ale almost made you dizzy, your eyes locked upon the Prince's as you noticed the stars above forming around his head like a halo.

You could be here forever.

The emerald of your gown flows with your movements like a sway of Yggdrasil's leaves, the gold speckles of thread glittering from the fire's glow. You both giggle in exhaustion, one hand tightening upon yours as the other places around your waist. It was then, that your gazes took a different aura. As if they were pulling towards each other in a magnetic wave. You don't notice your head slowly inching forward as he gracefully moves your body to the beat of song, closer and closer until breaths begin to mingle with each other.

You both snap back once the music stops and the sound of many hands clapping together happily.

It is then that the music changes into a slower rhythm, your breaths sounding heavily as you both regain your oxygen.

" Fandral was right, you know... "

Your eyes widen from his confession, a hand lifting to graze along his cheek lightly. As if you were asking for permission, which he grants willingly as he leans against it.

" About what, dear Loki? "

There you see that mischief return to him, his head moving towards your ear to whisper gently in secrecy.

" That I have been trying to impress a certain someone....a certain someone, who I love. "

#loki x reader #x reader #loki #loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor x reader #thor #marvel x reader #female reader #tom hiddleston

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fandomnsfw · 2 years ago

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The HalfBreed - Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Prompt: a request from @alisha-jade

Warnings: smut, cheating (on Aslaug so is it really though), breeding kink, slight asphyxiation not much.

no beta again so spelling errors may occur feel free to message me if anything is too bad!

ENJOY!!

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You stared in fascination as your father brought Ragnar and his group into the castle. They were a brash bunch but you couldn’t help your fascination as they began shouting and laughing at the fear in the Christian’s eyes.

You peeked around the corner of the dining hall that was also the throne room. Suddenly your fathers eyes shot up to meet yours. He rolled his eyes and beckoned you out of hiding spot.

You strolled over to him with grace only a princess could hold. Your red dress swaying slightly as you came to a stop. All the mens eyes were on you and a few were making crude jokes clearly not realising you spoke their language.

“I think even in your villages it isn’t proper to talk about a princess like that. Am I wrong?” You spoke in there home tongue making them all pause even the beautiful blonde woman that was sat with them.

“You speak our language?” The blonde woman asked.

“That is what happens when your a halfbreed. Right Father?” You spat at his kingdoms most frequent words for you.

“Your part Viking?” Ragnar asked with an amused smile.

“Yes my mother was a shield maiden. My father took an interest on many years ago when she was washed up on our shores.” You answered honestly as your father smiled at the memory of your mother.

“I see.” The blonde woman chuckled as she watched Ragnar stare at you intently.

“So which gods or god do you believe in?” A wide eyed, slender man asked his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“I do not worship their false god if that is what you are asking.” You paused not knowing his name.

“Floki.” He stated his eyes still narrowed like he didn’t believe you.

“Hmm…You remind me of the god Loki.” You stated with a grin as his eyes widened.

“I think he is Loki.” Ragnar whispered making me giggle which seemed to make the older man happy.

“You must be Ragnar’s wife then. Lagertha?” You stated as you looked at the beautiful woman.

“Ex-Wife.” She scoffed making you catch the smile that made it’s way to your lips.

“I see. It doesn’t seem to matter where men are from. They are all brash and unfaithful bastards.” You snorted causing everyone to start laughing especially the shield maiden.

“I like her.” Lagertha gave a pointed look to Ragnar who rolled his eyes.

You nudged your father on his excessively large seat at the head of the table. He sighed but moved up so you could sit down next to him.

You gave him a sweet smile which made him laugh before kissing your head softly. You were your fathers favourite and everyone knew that. Especially your brother who hated you with a passion.

“So did your mother train you in anything else?” A big man with long wavy hair asked carefully as he sipped his ale looking at Ragnar who nodded in interest.

“If you asking if I could take your head off with a sword then the answer is yes. You are Rollo yes?” You asked softly making him clear his throat as he sat up straight.

“My father has told me a lot about your spree around England with Ragnar.” You commented making him nod quietly in response.

You father understood a little of their langue because you had taught him but instead of joining in he allowed you to socialise with your fellow pagan’s.

Everyone ate and enjoyed each other company before finally your father rand Ragnar began talking about there deal. You rolled you eyes before blocking your father view of Ragnar.

“I want to go with them.” You stated as he stared up at you with sad eyes.

“Y/N my sweet rose you really want to leave your poor father?” He asked softly his sadness radiating through his small smile.

“Father you have your successor and I shall visit when I can. I want to fight! I wanna fall in love with someone who believes what I do.” You sighed in your fathers home language making Ragnar look at you.

“I understand child. I will see to it then…I love you my little rose.” He whispered the last part in your ear making you smile fondly and return his sentiment.

“Ragnar. I have another term for our deal, I ask you take my daughter with you when you return to your home. She wishes to be with her people.” Your father asked gently making Ragnar nod in understanding.

“Princess Y/N wishes to come back to Kattegat with us.” Ragnar announced in his home tongue causing everyone to stop there chatter.

“We are not taking another Christian home with us Ragnar.” A gruff man in the group scoffed and before anyone said anything there was a knife flying through the air straight passed his ear to the throne room door.

He touched his ear to find in bleeding before standing up and starting towards you. You jumped up, lifting your skirt you could take out your other knife. He got in your face like he was about to beat you but you put your knife to his intimate area.

“Do NOT call me a Christian. I will cut off your tiny little friend and feed it to my wolf.” You spat in his ear before he finally got the point and backed away.

“We will take her back.” You had expected Ragnar or maybe even Lagertha so say these words however you had not expected Floki to say it.

“Thank you.” Your father said in their language so they’d all understand.

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You stared in amazement as you saw the village come into view as you absently petted your dark grey wolf. People were flocking to the docks waiting for there loved ones or congratulate people along you smile as you glanced at Ragnar who was staring at you.

“Is there something on my face Ragnar?” You chuckled making him smile.

“You are very beautiful.” He stated mischievously as he stepped closer.

“Don’t you have a wife waiting for you?” You replied teasingly.

“As my ex wife would say. That never stopped me before.” Ragnar chuckled as the boat pulled up.

“I see well maybe you should come visit me once I am settled.” You whispered in his ear before hopping of the boat with the help of Floki. You kissed Floki’s cheek before he bid you goodbye and rushed off your see his Helga.

“And who might you be?” A tall slender woman asked with a bright smile.

“You are dressed like a Christian yet our Floki does not treat you as such.” She added as Ragnar hopped off the boat following after you.

“This is my wife. Aslaug.” Ragnar introduced like he hadn’t just been trying to bed you.

“I see Lagertha has told me a lot about you.” You replied sweetly but she could sense the unsaid words that you did not like her.

“I see.” She muttered with a fake smile.

“Rollo said he would show me where I could stay so I will see you later Ragnar.” You said to the blue eyed man with a smirk on your face.

“Of course princess. I look forward to seeing you at the hall.” He chuckled, his hand brushing across your lower back as Rollo approached you.

Rollo grabbed your belongings hauling them up with ease as you stared at his muscles contracting. Viking men were built different and it honestly had your stomach clenching in need. These men could easily throw you about like you were a rag doll.

You follow at his side as your wolf Shadow followed closely behind you, staring at people as we passed them. Everyone seemed wary of him but you ignored there looks and stroked his fur as you walked.

“I see my brother has taken an interest in you.” Rollo snorted as we approached a little hut.

“Hmm, perhaps but if I was to bed him the main reason would be because I don’t like his wife. I believe women who like to reck happy homes are witches that need a taste of their own medicine.” You chuckled making Rollo laugh whole heartedly.

“Your honestly is refreshing. You remind me of Lagertha back when she was your age.” He chuckled softly as he got a dreamy look in his eyes.

“You love her.” You stated softly as he lowered you belongs to the floor in the corner of the hut.

“Yes but she has never seen me like that. As long as I can fight with her I can accept that.” He sighed quietly making you smile.

“You’re a sweet man when you want to be Rollo. Maybe if you showed her this side she may change her mind. Women like Lagertha are independent and don’t need a man but that does not mean they don’t want one. Do you know her favourite food or drink?” You asked casually as you began to take your belongings out of the gold and wooden chest Rollo had brought in for you.

“Yes.” He answered curiously before sitting down on a bench that was in the hut.

“Well when we go to the great hall maybe bring her some food and a drink. Don’t say anything just sit next to her quietly maybe even converse with people around you.” You answered sweetly as you dug out your gold and jewels.

“That seems a little simple.” He huffed with an eye roll.

“Women love when a man knows them. Think of it like Shadow my wolf would. When he wishes to mate he brings his female food and provides comfort for them.” You stated simply as you ran your finger through his fur.

“I see.” He nodded in understanding before glancing at your wolf.

“He seems rather large even for a wolf.”he commented as he stared at the giant dark grey wolf that came up to Rollo a waist meaning he was up to your shoulder.

“I know I have no idea why but I’ve had him since he was a pup. I found him in the woods when I was training. It was snowy and cold. His mother was dead next to him along with two other pups who were dead. They’d starved and then frozen by the looks of it but shadow was smart he caught a squirrel and then burrowed underneath his mother and sister. I buried his family and took him home.” You answered sweetly as Shadow nuzzled into your hand.

“He’s very loyal to you. Most wolves prefer to stay in their own territory but he happily followed you here.” Rollo added before he stood up causing the bench you were both sat on to rattle under you.

You let out a laugh making him roll his eyes once again before he set off to the great hall. You took your jewels and started towards a stall you’d seen on your way here that sold clothes.

Once there you looked through the clothes before picking out a few things and asking the shop keeper how much. She stared at you with a frown before looking down at the gold with wide eyes.

“This is too much miss.” She stated as she tried to pass you it back.

“I know but I very much like your clothes and you work hard on them I can tell. Even my royal seamstress wasn’t that good.” You chuckled making her flush slightly as she gave you a nod.

“If you would like I could braid your hair for you after you change. You are going to the great hall for the celebration?” She offered kindly making you smile brightly.

You knew how to braid but not as well as the shield maidens so it was nice to have the offer which you gratefully took. She asked you what it was like to grow up around people in England and you asked her some tips on braiding it was pleasant and a lot different from any interactions you’d had with anyone in Wessex.

People may have not said much to your face as you are a princess but that didn’t stop you over hearing the horrible things people said behind your back.

You gave her your thanks and left the old dress with her telling her she could reuse it for whatever she wished. You collected Shadow from the hut before making your way to the Great hall with directions from a few people.

You opened the doors to the great hall your wolf at your side as everyone stared before Floki ran up to you with a childish giggle. He dragged you over to meet Helga who was sweet and very calm compared to her lover.

Rollo sat down next to you but not before passing Lagertha a drink of something and food. You smiled at the action as he engaged you in conversation. Lagertha looked shocked at the action but chose to eat her food and drink from her cup as she kept side eyeing Rollo.

“Well I’m glad you could make it Princess.” Ragnar’s voice stated behind you causing your wolf to growl as you jumped.

“Settle boy.” You whispered to him as he laid back down at your feet.

“It appears your wolf does not like me.” He huffed playfully as he took a seat next to your other side.

“Maybe he can sense you devious intentions Ragnar Lothbrok.” You giggled making him smile down at you, his ocean blue eyes shining with there usual mischief.

“Would you like a tour of our lovely Kattegat?” He asks suddenly and his wife’s eyes found yours with a glare.

“Hmm I would love to.” You answered sweetly, not taking your eyes off Aslaug.

You stood up but as you wolf started to follow, you told him to stay making him whine. You rolled your eyes before pointing to Floki.

“Go sit with Floki.” You instructed and he glanced at the man before huffing and walking over to him. Floki stroked his fur as he waved at you to go.

You were walking beside Ragnar for a few minutes before he moved slightly closer his arm brushing against yours. The white long sleeved dressed was comfortable in the slightly nicer weather Kattegat was experiencing. The dark brown detail down the front was pretty and you were happy to not be wearing the heavy dresses you’d worn as a princess.

“You seem to be fitting in very well.” Ragnar spoke suddenly causing you to jolt a little.

“Everyone is nice here. It makes a difference from how people treat me in Wessex.” You chuckled as you looked at the small beach in front of you.

“You were a Princess, how badly could they of treat you.” Ragnar asked sceptically.

“Men were disgusted by me. Women were afraid of me. To my face they would acted accordingly however I overheard a few things they would say about me behind the kings back…behind mine. They would call me a witch, say the only bride I could ever be was Satans which by the way is an angel that was kicked out of his heaven and banished to run hell, which is full of demons and people that have sinned.” You rolled your eyes making Ragnar laugh wholeheartedly.

“Yes Athelstan told me much about Christianity. I believe everyone should worship who they want. I believe in my gods and Athelstan believes in his one god. We are friends despite that.” Ragnar replied with honesty his face serious as he looked down at his boots.

“I believe the same.” You replied softly as you took off your boots before stepping onto the sand with your bare feet.

Ragnar followed your lead, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the sand. He caught up to you his hand coming to rest on your lower back as you contrived strolling, watching the sea.

His hand felt warm on your lower back, as his eyes gazed at you. You could feel it as it sent shivers down your spine. He shifted a little closer to you, his hand curling around your hip before pulling him close.

You were pressed against his side as you finally stopped moving down the beach. You could feel his eyes on you as if trying to see your reactions to his sudden closeness.

“Do you love your wife Ragnar?” You suddenly asked making his eye widen though his hands did not move from your hips they weren’t gripping so tightly.

“I thought I did however I think I love that she has given me many sons.” He answered honestly his eyes staring into the darkness that covered the sea.

“I see.” You replied with a small smile.

“I could make you my second wife but I tried that with Lagertha and she left me.” Ragnar sighed softly making you smile.

“I am not surprised Ragnar I would’ve have left too. I have no desire to be your wife Ragnar. If you would like to take me back to my hut and fuck me though, I could definitely agree to that.” You whispered seductively before walking ahead of him towards your hut.

The walk wasn’t long and once the door closed to your hut Ragnar was on you. His right hand tangled in your hair, his lips were on yours as his left hand grabbed your waist pulling your closer.

His tongue stroked across yours gently yet passionately causing you to moan into his mouth his hands immediately trying to rip off your dress. You’d slapped his hands, pulling away from his lips with a grin.

“Do not rip my new dress Ragnar.” You chuckled softly as you untied the brown leather belt and let it fall to the floor before lifting the white dress over your head and putting it on your chest.

Ragnar took in your naked form appreciatively as he began stripping. His body was covered with a light amount of hair and muscle definition that you’d never seen on the English men you’d slept with.

He was built like a beast and it made you clench around nothing, dampness making its way down your thighs. He finally stripped and was back on you, his hands immediately reaching for the back of your thighs to lift you up and laying you on the cold wooden table behind you.

His lips pressed wet, harsh kisses down your sternum nipping at the skin occasionally. Your soft pants and moans filling the air as you stared down at his very clearly hard member. He was big, bigger than you’d had before.

Ragnar kissed your hip bone before nipping at it the sensation causing a shiver to run down your spine and a deep sultry moan to erupt from your chest. He glanced up at you with a smirk before he continued his path.

When his lips pressed a kiss right above your slit you were desperate making you thrust upwards to try to get any kind of friction you could. However Ragnar decided hat wasn’t acceptable and slapped the inside of your thigh causing a shocking amount of pleasure.

“Stay still. Naughty girl.” He scolded softly before looking up to see your reaction to his slap.

You flushed under his gaze as you avoided his eyes. Was that normal? To react like that to being slapped, you thought anxiously. Ragnar’s hands grabbed your hips tightly before he flipped you over so you were bent over the table.

Before you could question it his hand came down on your ass the sound ringing through the hut. You whimpered, spreading your legs a little so you could push backwards, rubbing against his member.

“Dirty girl.” Was all Ragnar said before thrusting two fingers inside of your warm wet heat with no warning.

You let out a startled moan before pushing back onto his fingers eagerly. His free hand massaged the ass cheek he’d just slapped before delivering another one making you moan desperately against him.

“Ragnar!” You moaned loudly as his fingers started hitting inside you at a different angle causing you to dig your nails into the table beneath you.

“W-What is that?” You whined softly, trying to push back against his finger.

“I don’t know but I like to call it the magic button.” Ragnar chuckled before thrusting into that spot again.

“Oh fuck.”

Your moans were getting louder as they filled the hut, your stomach tensing as it prepared to unravel that amazing feeling you’d only had once or twice. Ragnar’s fingers sped up as he continued his assault on that magic button.

“Cum for me sweet girl.” Ragnar whispered before his tongue was on your hooded bundle of nerves.

The angle was awkward for Ragnar it he didn’t care as his tongue lavished you, his finger still never stopping. You clenched around them as his hand came down once against to slap your left ass cheek.

“Oh fuck Ragnar!” You screamed as you finally came around his fingers, your face pressed against the table as you hair splayed messily around you some of it over your face.

“You taste addictive.” He mumbled against you, giving you one last long lick before pulling away from your heat with a wicked smile on his face.

“You ready my little vixen.” He whispered as he bent over you, his lips tickling against your ear.

“Mhmm. You gonna fill me up Ragnar? Want you to.” You moaned, your tone needy but quiet.

Suddenly he thrust into you with no warning just like he had with hi fingers before, causing you to push your back against his naked chest as you pushed him so far in your swore your felt him in your stomach. Your hands gripped his hands that were clutching your hips in an almost painful grip.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you. Want me to fill you up with my seed? Hmm fuck you so good and full.” He growled in your ear one of his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, not quite squeezing it just resting there.

You felt so dazed from your previous orgasm and his words all you could do was nod to his teasing question. His hand squeezed softly as he continued fucking you slowly but hard.

“Ah ah. Use yours words sweet girl.” He scolded his hand around your throat tightening again so most of your air supply was gone.

You should’ve been scared but it only served to bring you closer to anther orgasm. You turned you face to look him in the eyes as you finally opened your mouth to speak. He released his grip but never moved his hand as he stared at you expectantly.

“Want you to fill me up. Fuck me full with your babies.” You moaned, your head leaning against his collarbone.

“Fuck. I have many sons. You gonna give me more darling?” He asked as his thrusting started getting faster and more rough.

“You gonna drop everything when I’m big and fat to fuck me when I need your cock?” You moaned as you threw your arm up to grasp at his hair as his tightened around your throat again.

“I’d drop everything to fuck your pretty little flower sweetheart. Mmm you feel so good can wait until your pregnant and desperate for me all the time.” He groaned against your neck his hand on your hip coming around to wrap around your waist tightly as he began pounding into you at an animalistic pace.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” You screamed loudly as you felt yourself clenching round him as you felt yourself at the edge once again.

His cock was drilling into that special spot that made you see stars, his thrusting becoming less calculated as he neared his end too. You tugged at his braided hair moaning his name as he tightened his grip on your throat and waist.

“Shit. So close.” He moaned in your ear as he brought his hand from your waist to your wet heat, his fingers massaging your little bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me Ragnar fill me up with your seed.” You moaned loudly before kissing him passionately.

Finally you felt your orgasm rip through you like lightening, your eyes falling shut as you pushed back against him, riding out your high as he finally came too. His hot seed filling you up so much you could feel it.

You didn’t get long to enjoy the aftermath as Ragnar flipped you back over and held you legs up in the air, your knees rest over his shoulders.

“Stay still sweet girl. Gotta make sure you stay filled up with me.” He groaned as he looked down at your abused hole.

You giggled at his actions but made no move to stand up, letting him have his way. You were starting to realised there wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t give to him.

After sometime he finally moved to wipe any spillage with a rag. You gave him a stuttered moan as he gave you a single lick his eyes filled with mischief.

“Beautiful.” He whispered before helping you up.

He didn’t leave immediately instead he pulled your firs over in front of the fireplace before starting a fire and laying down beckoning you over.

“Your wife isn’t going to be happy.” You chuckled as you cuddled into his chest.

“Yes well I don’t much care.” He chuckled his hair undoing you braids gently, letting your hair fall free around your naked shoulders.

BANG!

“Y/N it worked she-” Rollo paused in his words as he took in your naked form cuddled up to his brother.

“Never mind we can talk tomorrow.” He snorted as he sent you a subtle wink.

“And what was that about my little vixen.” He asked in amusement.

“I may of given him tips on how to seduce your ex wife.” You smirked at him making him roll his eyes before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I can’t say I’m that surprised. Now come here, gonna fill you up again pretty girl.” Ragnar growled playfully making you giggle under him.

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mjolnirswriststrap · 1 year ago

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I Know You Liked It

Steve x Reader x Loki

Summary: Loki uses his cloaking magic for good. You get the revenge against Steve that you deserve.

Warnings: fuckboy!Steve, gender bending, sexual confusion, ropes, ball gags and butt plugs.

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Steve had never seen a woman so captivating. Charcoal hair accompanied by jade green eyes. Her skin was so fair she had a glow about her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her all night. It prompted Bucky to tease him and make bets that he wouldn’t dare walk up to her. Steve took him up on every bet, he wanted to talk to her even if there was no money involved.

So Steve found himself, tail between his legs, walking up to the mysterious girl. Besides her alluring aura and eyes that seemed to find his no matter where he was in the room. He would call her mysterious because he had never saw her at one of Tony Stark’s infamous parties. He’d been front and center of everyone. Tony’s favorite toys he liked to show off were the vintage ones, like Steve.

The woman must be new to the tower, or else she’d know better than to make eyes at Steve. He had a reputation for chewing women up and spitting them out. You knew that of course. It’s the reason you sent her in there all alone, looking so fuckable.

When you first started working for Tony, you knew certain aspects of the job would be unconventional. You didn’t know how unconventional they would be, but still you accepted. Steve made his intentions known to you, rather quickly.

At first you were flattered. Captain America, the world’s sweetheart, interested in a measly intern. You’re embarrassed by how fast you gave it up. All it took was Steve, walking into the office late one night. Every cubicle desolate except yours.

A bendable desk lamp and the light from your monitor lit up your tired face. He gave you a pitiful look, jutting out his bottom lip. Looking back, it was more than patronizing, he was torturing you, but you were too delusional to notice.

“What’s a pretty girl like you still doing at work on a Saturday night? Don’t you have better things to be doing?” He steps into your personal space, leaning back to sit on the reports you just worked so hard on. “Places to be, people to see?”. You were so nervous of saying the wrong thing, so you took forever to respond. You sat there, looking into his prying eyes, not that they were looking into yours. They were focused on the cleavage your shirt allowed.

“I um, I don’t have any plans.” You said, instantly blushing when he finally looked to your face. He nods, crossing his arms in-front of his chest. “I had such a long day, I couldn’t think of one good reason to go out.” His eyes lights up when you said that. Like it was an instant challenge. Of course you went out with him. You ended up at a club, tucked back in a booth. He had invited all of his friends, But insisted there was no time to call your friends to come.

He didn’t even let you go home to change, he said you looked perfect in what you were wearing. No one else at the club wore business casual, so you’d say it wasn’t perfect. He ignored you most of the night, one of his friends, a man named Sam, you’d never saw him before, he must be new to the team based on how they spoke. He gave you sad looks all night, like he knew your fate, but didn’t have the courage to warn you.

You never drank much, and you didn’t start that night. One fruity drink lasted you the whole time you were there. Steve kept trying to buy you new ones, and offering you shots but you always turned him down. You remember when the famous god of thunder brought out a wooden jug and poured Steve and Bucky mugs full of a golden liquid. He wasn’t the same after he downed it. It’s like all the drinks he had before hit him all at once.

He looked over to you and said “The guys wanna take the party back to my place, are you down?” You didn’t wanna ruin the vibe so you agreed instantly. No protests came from you as you and Steve rose from the table and made you way back to the tower. No alarms raised in your head when you got there and his apartment was dark. He kicked off his shoes haphazardly, not caring where they landed.

“Hey, when are your friends getting here?” You say, sitting on the couch, slipping off your work heels, blisters starting to form after 16 hours of wear. Steve comes and sits awfully close to you. “They should be here soon, they were leaving right after us.” He throws his arm around you shoulder, smiling innocently.

You don’t remember why you ignored the chill that ran down your spine, or your rapid heart beat; screaming at you to get out. You looked into his blue eyes and got lost. Tangled up in the different shades. You leaned in and kissed him, pulling away and coving your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” He grabs your hands and pulls them away from your eyes. “It’s okay, I want to try it again.” He kissed you like he needed you. Like he actually wanted you. You were just another girl to him. Just another girl to get fucked and never get called back.

At first, you were hurt, you never saw it coming. Your crush kept you from seeing his red flags. Once you got over it, you easily moved on, if he’s whoring himself around, then the jokes on him. You didn’t find yourself thinking about it again till you overheard the girl in the cubicle beside yours crying to a group of coworkers. “Then he told me he’d call, but when I got home, and tried to text him, my number was blocked.”

“I told you, you weren’t special. He did the same to me when I started here. You didn’t want to listen though.” A blonde girl says, shaking her head. You keep quiet, not wanting to share in the office embarrassment. Of course, you weren’t special either. You didn’t want to know how many of your coworkers shared your experience, but you wanted revenge for all of you. You had no plans curated till the man with the golden liquid brought his brother to work.

You instantly had a connection with Loki. You both seemed to flow so freely with each other. It wasn’t exclusive and you both understood and wanted that. He was too wild to chain down, and you didn’t want to be the reason he lost his spark. But being with him opened you up to a whole new world of dating. You no longer spend your Saturday nights behind a desk in a dark office. You’re at a different club, kissing a different stranger. Loki showed you how beautiful you really are, and beautiful girls don’t deserve guys like Steve.

At first Loki laughed when you told him how naive you were, letting Steve take advantage of you so easily. He didn’t believe that you could let that happen, not the woman he’d grown to love and adore. But when he saw how much hurt the memories caused you, he was furious. His laughs turned into quick pacing, “So I can either kill him or I can kill him.” He said. You faced him, shaking your head “You know how Tony feels about work place drama. I don’t wanna get fired for causing problems.”

Loki watched as your shoulders sagged in defeat. He would do anything to change how you felt in that moment. “I have an idea, but you have to promise not to get jealous sweets” he grins widely. You look at him, worried about what he had planned “What?”.

“If Steve has no repercussions for sleeping with half the building, why would I?” He said, holding his arms out to his sides like he just laid out the most perfect blueprint. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.” You say, utterly confused. “I’m saying, let’s humiliate him like he humiliated you.” He strode over and sat beside you “I wanna do this for you.”

That’s how you ended up in the back of the room, sipping on your second glass of champagne for the night. You watched as Steve tiptoed up to Loki, hands in his pockets. You gag, not because of the alcohol, but because of the way Loki as a woman turned you on more than Steve ever did.

You watched as Loki gripped on the captain’s tie, throwing her head back like what Steve said was the funniest thing in the world. She was throwing herself at him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist her. You wouldn’t be able to either, when Loki transformed himself into herself, you instantly felt so many emotions, you didn’t know if you wanted to be her, fuck her, or you were insecure that your boyfriend is prettier than you no matter what gender he is.

You followed behind them as they made their way to Steve’s apartment. Loki pretended to be tipsy, acting like Steve was the only source of gravity in the hall. You stayed back as they tumbled into his door. The plan was, after Loki subdued him, you’d sneak in, take some pictures that would find themselves in the weekly newsletter.

You waited for five minutes and went for the handle but it was locked, you figured Loki hadn’t found the right moment to unlock it. Weird you think, since they’re magic and all. After another 10 minutes you hear the lock click and the door slowly creaks open. You step inside, whispering “Hello?” Loki reveals himself, walking from the bedroom, already transformed back to his usual appearance.

“Is he asleep?” You say, wiping your nervous palms on your pants. Loki just looks at you, “Something like that, just don’t forget, this is what you wanted.” You were unsure after his response. When you walked into the room, Steve was tied to his headboard, a ball gag stuffed into his mouth. “Loki!”

“He deserves it sweets, I could be hurting him, would you rather me hurt him?” Loki looks at you, hurt that you don’t appreciate his efforts. “No, no baby, I just didn’t expect this.” You raise the Polaroid to your face and snap the first picture.

“Did you enchant him?” You ask. “Of course, how else do you think that ropes still holding? I made him think he couldn’t break free, and he can’t scream.” You look into Loki’s eyes and you’re amazed at his attention to detail. He’s absolutely insane, but it’s for all the right reasons.

You look down at the crying super soldier, “Do you wanna say something, hmm?” Steve nods vigorously. You unbuckle the strap, letting the ball fall to his chest. “Let me go, I won’t tell anyone about what happened if you guys just let me go now.” You hear Loki stifle a laugh behind you.

You grin at his giggles. “And why would we do that?” You bat your eyelashes at Steve’s pleading eyes. “You’re getting what you deserve.” And you snap another picture of his tear stained face. You reattach the strap to the gag and walk over to Loki. “What did you have in mind?” “I was thinking about getting him on his knees, plugging him.”

You lean down, making eye contact with Steve, “You like it when girls are on their knees, don’t you captain?”. Loki raises his hand, causing Steve to flip over, with his other hand he conjures a large silicone plug. “Oh, we can’t hurt him.” You laugh as Loki changes models.

You snap picture after picture, eventually you started to feel like a snuff director. Steve found himself in many compromising positions. Loki used his magic one more time before you left, Steve wouldn’t remember a second of what happened, but his body would. Just like your body remembers being used by him.

As you’re looking through the collage of photos, spread out on your bed, Loki walks into the room. “I’ve been wondering something. What took so long?” You say, questions your boyfriend. “What do you mean?” He says. “You said it would take a few moments once you got him inside. It took 15 minutes.” You blink at him.

“It took more than I thought to get him to the bed. He wanted to sit on the couch. I had to persuade him to move it to the bedroom.” Loki says, scratching the back of his head. “Plus you agreed not to get jealous.”

“What did you do exactly?” You say, putting away the photos you plan on digitally scanning later. You move back till you’re pressed against the headboard, watching Loki. He transforms back into the beautiful woman from the night before. “I walked up to him, and sat on his lap.” Loki mirrored her spoken actions on you. Sitting on your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck. “I may have kissed him, like this.”. You gasp when her full lips press against yours. She straddles your legs and grinds herself on your lap. “Then I leaned back and let him touch me, like this.” Loki grabs your hands, running them up and down her sides, feeling the curve of her breasts. You feel yourself get turned on by the sight of her.

“Okay, I’m starting to feel like I didn’t experiment enough in college, I get the idea Lok’.” You say, tapping her thigh to signal to move. “He was practically drooling when he climbed into that bed.” Loki says, shifting back to being male. “I really hope this works and I didn’t pimp my boyfriend out for nothing.”. He cracks up, falling pack into the pillow beside you.

“The look on his face was enough revenge for me. That felt better than fighting him.” Loki says, proud that he chose plan b. “I think you messed him up pretty good. If you hadn’t enchanted him, I know he would have scars from seeing you turn into a dude after sticking his tongue down you throat.” You both burst out into a fit of laughter. Loki was quite literally the god of mischief and you had no qualms about indulging him.

You turn over to look at the guy who changed everything for you, “Gosh, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” You say, petting his long locks. He reaches up and holds your hand, placing a kiss to the palm. “You’re perfect all on your own.”

The next morning, the newsletter made its way to everyone’s inbox. A staff meeting was scheduled instantly. You and Loki strolled in, knowing smiles on your faces. Everyone was smiling, especially Sam, like he was seeing justice in action. Tony started by saying Friday will be working to find the person who sent the newsletter out, even going as far as saying Friday would find the exact copier the photos were scanned on. You knew your home setup was untraceable, there’s a reason you got the internship with Tony. Not only did you pull the god of mischief, but you were a tech guru too.

As you all filed your way out of the room, Loki walked behind Steve, whispering in his ear “I know you liked it.” Steve jerked his head to look at Loki, “What did you say to me?”. You could see his rage emitting from his face. “Oh don’t be coy, everyone saw the photographs, you looked like you were enjoying yourself, that’s all I’m saying.” Loki slithers his way into manipulating Steve. He stomps his way past the group of people trying to exit, looking like a pouting toddler. You and Loki, hold in your laughter as you wait your turn to leave.

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namelessdeceased · 4 months ago

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intro ~

longer (much longer) intro post here

☄️ ab me~!✩

theo || 27/10/2010 || he/him only || ftm trans, ⚣

╰ low support needs autistic

╰ brian murphy fanatic

╰ highest kins rn: charles xavier, tsumugi aoba, rinne amagi, riz gukgak

🪐 i love~!✩

subjects: astrophysics, particle physics, DnD

games: ensemble stars (!!) - kurei:b, alkaloid

tv/movies/books: dropout, loki (d+), x men but specifically cherik and pietro maximoff/lensherr, the goldfinch, naddpod

characters/people: enstars oshis, brennan lee mulligan, brian murphy, charles xavier, pietro maximoff, deadpool/wade wilson, marvel loki, theo decker

🔭 i do~!✩

academic: study (ofc), astrophys/particle phys research, tutoring science and math

life: self defense/mma, voice training, DMing

🌙 tags~! ✩

study logs: #theo's study log

╰ plans: #plan :)

╰ results: #result :)

moots: #theo's moots

asks: #theo's asks

posts i want to see again: #save

🌌 goals~!✩

by 2027:

GPA >/= 3.5

get into tripsci + lit + STEM TD2

pass express chinese

straight a math + science(s)

begin studytubing

by 2029:

cambridge university: natural sciences

win breakthrough junior challenge

successfully voice train before i go to uni

future:

achieve valedictorian someday

properly move to the uk/eu after uni

when i move out of sg, go get hrt

☀ role models~!✩

i have a lot. but hey. it works. different types (personality, academics, DMing, etc etc yanno. dont assume)

irl people: my best friend, my parents, uncle sonny (family friend), uncle cesar (family friend), brian murphy, brennan lee mulligan, zac oyama, ruby granger, jade bowler (unjaded jade)

characters: charles xavier, tsumugi aoba, hank mccoy, ouroboros (from loki)

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆.

╰ the goldfinch :)

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the-princess-of-loki · 1 year ago

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The Switching Gamble

A twist on Loki and Sigyn's wedding myth.

Part I: Here.

Part II: Wedding Night.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC (reader)

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, first time, minors DNI.

Loki and I entered his chambers violently. We had just finished our wedding feast, which Odin insisted on not going, and now we finally had our alone time as a married couple. Loki hasn’t stopped touching me or kissing me since the All-father, without knowing, married us. Now that we didn’t need to hide our feelings for each other anymore, he was showing me his sweetest side, and I adored it.

As we entered his chambers, Loki kept kissing me, his hands leaving my body just for a second to close the doors behind him. Then, he lifted me, carrying me in his strong arms. He walked quickly across his chambers with me in his arms, never separating his lips from mine. When we reached his enormous bed, he laid me on it carefully. His penetrating emerald-like eyes stayed on me as he did so. The way his intense gaze went down and up my body, looking at every part of me that my wedding dress allowed him to, made me shiver in anticipation. I was breathing hard due to our previous kiss, but my breath got stuck in my throat just by his look. It was intense, as always, but it was also feral, full of hunger and desire. I felt like a goddess just by the way he looked at me.

Loki left one of his knees next to me on the bed and he stood up on his other foot. Still with his gaze on my body, he slowly undid his leather green robe, unbuttoning it with his long and sensual fingers. I followed the piece of clothing as it made its way to the floor and then stared at his pale torso. He was lean but toned. His pectorals and abdominals were completely shredded. His chest hair was scarce but soft, the same as his lower abdomen hair. I wanted to caress it, to feel it, but I remained in my place. Nerves were starting to kick in at the moment. Loki smiled softly at me as he lay on top of me again, kissing my temple lovingly.

“There is nothing for you to worry about, my beautiful Jade,” he whispered in my ear. “I shall take care of you, I shall take care of every single need you may have and I shall do so impeccably. You shall never miss anything, my lovely wife.”

Loki kissed my lips again, softly, sweetly. He caressed the sides of my waist soothingly. I tentatively moved my hands to caress his chest and the truth is that once I started, I couldn’t stop. His skin was soft and beautiful. I wanted to explore every single part. As the second passed by, my caresses became more confident and our kiss more passionate. His strong arms embraced me tightly as we kept kissing. His expert tongue licked my lower lip, as if tasting it, and then made its way inside my mouth. Our lips parted and our tongues met, sensually caressing each other. Our hands explored each other’s bodies with urgency but slowly at the same time, enjoying being able to touch each other in such an intimate way. It was as if our bodies were eager to discover and unite each other, but we wanted to take it slow and enjoy our first time together. Why wouldn’t we? Now that we were officially married, we had an eternity ahead of us.

Loki’s lips and tongue left mine to kiss my chin, my jaw, the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck. He kissed my collarbone and my neckline until he reached the beginning of my wedding dress. I felt goosebumps everywhere his lips passed by and my heart beat wildly against my chest, my corset almost suffocating me. As if he were able to feel what I was feeling due to his skilful lips, Loki put his lips next to my ear and whispered:

“May I take your dress off, my princess?”

It warmed my heart that he asked me for permission even when he didn’t need to. His gaze showed his concern for making me feel comfortable with this. If I could love him any more, I would have at that precise moment. I caressed his cheek and kissed his lips softly before nodding at him with a sweet smile on my lips. Loki kissed my cheek lovingly before crawling on the bed behind me. He unzipped my dress slowly, while his lips kissed my nape and back. They were sweet, reassuring kisses and they were definitely accomplishing their mission. My dress was eventually on the floor and I was only wearing my undergarments. Loki kissed his way up from my shoulder to my neck, still kneeling behind me. He put his fingers on my chin and gently moved my face to one side. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss as his hands moved up and down my body, caressing every part my undergarments allowed him to. I moved on the bed, caressing his soft black hair as I got closer to him. I moan a little in his mouth at the expertise shown by his hands when touching me. Loki undid my hair as we kept kissing, letting it fall like a cascade on my back. He caressed it as our tongues played together and caressed each other in a sensual game. When he broke our kiss because we needed to breathe, Loki looked at me directly into my eyes and I felt naked. As if he could read my soul with that intense gaze of his.

“Do you trust me, my princess?” Loki asked in a husky voice. I was so lost in his gaze and the sensual way his voice sounded that I needed to take some minutes to answer him.

“With my life, Loki.”

“I shall make you feel the most pleasure you have ever felt, my princess. I promise you shall never experience more pleasure than the one I am about to cause you. I beg you to let yourself experience all the pleasure and leave the rest to me, my lovely wife.”

His green eyes intensely looking into mine, his husky voice, his promises; it was all too much for me to bear. I just let myself go, relaxing into his arms and letting him do what he wished with me, as he had asked me to. Loki kissed me again, passionately and his hands caressed my body again. Without breaking our kiss, he took off my brassier, throwing it on the floor. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious because Loki’s lips kept attacking mine. His hands slowly moved up my body, from the sides of my waist until he was able to cup both my breasts in his big hands. He let go of my lips to look me in the eyes as he caressed and squeezed a little my breasts, making me moan softly. I blushed but he just smiled at me, nibbling my lower lip. He grabbed my nipples in between two of his long fingers and pinched them, making me gasp and move my hips involuntarily. Loki kept playing with my nipples until they were both hard and I was heaving. One of his hands stayed where it was, playing with my nipple, and the other started to caress my skin downwards. He kissed my neck as his hand followed my stomach until he reached my underwear. He moved it below my underwear until he reached my core. He caressed it, causing more gasps to escape my mouth as I let my head rest on his shoulder. Then, he started to rub my clit slowly. I moaned as he kept rubbing my clit, playing with my nipple and nibbling my neck with his teeth. It was all too much. I didn’t know how much I was going to be able to tolerate. Again, it seemed as if he could feel my feelings due to his ministrations. He didn’t go on torturing me with that endless but pointless pleasure.

Loki grabbed my hips and lifted me up, laying me on the bed next to him. He stood up to take off his trousers as he kept his gaze on me. He kissed my inner thigh as he got rid of my underwear. Then, he positioned himself on top of me, opening my legs and resting his arms right next to my head.

“You are the most precious gem I have ever laid eyes upon, my beautiful princess.”

Loki gave me a short, sweet kiss and then he entered me, our bodies becoming one, finally. I moaned highly, partly from pleasure, partly from pain. It was my first time with a man and I knew from others’ words that it was probably going to hurt. Loki breathed hard, staying still to give me some time to adjust to this new intrusion into my body. He kissed my temple, my cheekbones, my cheeks, my chin, my neck and everywhere he could reach. It was distracting enough for me and I could only smile at him for showering me with so much affection.

“Are you alright, my love?” he asked as his green eyes looked deeply into mine, showing his concern. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No, not at all,” I took a deep breath. “I want to be your wife in every sense possible, Loki,” I caressed his hair, kissing him again. He smiled softly at me.

“You, my dear Jade, are my wife. No matter what anybody says or thinks, you are my wife, my princess, my love and have been since we first met.”

I smiled again and kissed him. Our lips joined in a sweet kiss and Loki started to move slowly, out and inside of me. I moaned against his lips and he moaned back. I put my hands on his back as he embraced me tighter. We started to make love passionately, our moans becoming higher and more frequent as Loki moved faster. I felt him inside me and there was no better feeling than that one. I wanted to feel it for the rest of my life. And I may be as lucky as that.

As Loki kept moving, he kissed my neck, biting it softly. Then he moved down my collarbone, my neckline until he found my nipple. His tongue played with it, making the pink bud get harder and darker again. I kept moaning as his hands expertly caressed my body, his tongue kept teasing me as he kept moving inside and out of me. It was the most exciting experience of my life and it was just the first time.

I moved my hands to his front, on his chest, and brought his lips towards mine to kiss him again. I couldn’t help myself, it was as if his lips were my addiction. Suddenly, I felt a rush of sexual adrenaline inside of me that was so pleasurable that my moans weren’t enough to express it. And then, it was all out. I screamed Loki’s name in my extasis, not knowing what was happening to me, but letting myself enjoy it. If Loki was causing me to feel this rush of adrenaline, then I would embrace it and enjoy it fully. After some more minutes, Loki smiled at me softly as he embraced me tightly, and nuzzled my temple with his nose.

“That, my beautiful princess, is what lies ahead of you for the rest of our eternity together.”

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki friggason #god of mischief #mcu #loki of asgard #loki of jotunheim #loki smut #loki x female reader #loki laufesyon x reader

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lokifantasies · 1 year ago

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so i've made a decision

because i want reader and loki to have more of a prominent relationship (and i want to write more smut between them tbh), i've decided that jade will get her own series within the series where she can get up to her own mischief and more characters can be introduced in her story.

if you would like to take part in the rp with any of the characters, you can follow them below:

Follow Jade here

Follow Loki here

Follow Bucky here

Follow Jade's best friend Lucille here

#loki fanfic #loki fandom #dad!loki #requests open #send requests #loki x reader #mischievous life #loki x you #loki laufeyson #jade lokisdottir

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green-nerd-showdown · 6 months ago

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WE HAVE NOW 82 UNIQUE SUBMISSIONS!!!!

However! Only 26 have more than one submission. And If i get more than 125 unique submissions without reaching the 32 characters needed. I will increase the amount needed to join the bracket to 3.

anyway! HERE ARE THE MOST SUBMITTED CHARACTERS!

No collage because I AM TIRED

STARTING OFF WITH 5 UNIQUE SUBMISSIONS!

WE ONLY HAVE ONE!

PIDGE FROM VOLTRON (specifically legendary defender)

4 SUBMISISON

(aka I am really petty please do not submit this or i will have a comedic frown)

WE HAVE 5

the characters

Donatello from teenage mutant ninja turtles

Riz Gukgak from Dimension 20 fantasy high

The riddler from batman (Gotham TV show)

Marina Ida from splatoon

Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives (anyway if you are a fan artist who wouldn't mind having their fanart used for the bracket, hit me up)

3 SUBMISSIONS

we, have 3 characters here

Peridot from Steven Universe

Izuku Midoriya from my hero academia

N. Brio from crash bandicoot

2 submissions

we have 17 unique characters!

ROLLCALL!

Plankton from spongebob

D’Vana Tendi from Star Trek: Lower Decks

Komachi Akimoto / Cure Mint from Pretty Cure Precure

Futaba Sakura from persona 5

Cilan from Pokemon

Jade Harley from homestuck

Geronimo Stilton from Geronimo Stilton

Loid Forger from spy x family

Ashe Bradley from Witch's Heart

sheldon shellendorf from splatoon

Harvey from Stardew Valley

Trey Clover from twisted wonderland

Loki from the MCU

Satan from Obey Me

Luigi from MArio

Victor Frankenstein from Code: Realize

Sasuke Sarutobi from Ikemen Sengoku

also most fandoms submitted

Splatoon, 2 characters

Pokemon, two characters

Fire emblem, two characters

Persona, two characters

twisted wonderland, two characters

the muppets, two characters

DO YOU WANT TO SUBMIT A CHARACTER? HERE IS A HANDY FORM TO SEE IF THEY HAVE GOTTEN SUBMITTED OR NOT

ALSO HERE IS THE SUBMISSION FORM

#green nerd updates #green nerd stats #tournament #character tournament #bracket tournament #voltron #tmnt #fantasy high #the riddler #the magnus archives #luigi #geronimo stilton

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blueikky · 1 month ago

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Summary: Lady Hilda didn't always have the best ideas, but slapping Prince Loki was, without a doubt, the worst of her choices. Or the best.

Pairing: Loki X Fem!Oc

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: +18, suggestive language, obscenity without much context.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue, so there may be mistakes here and there. Maybe I'll post this text in full ^3^

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Lady Hilda didn't always have the best ideas, but slapping Prince Loki was, without a doubt, the worst of her choices.

Or the best.

The crack produced by the blow echoed in the air, filling the golden hall. The few maids who passed by the place widened their eyes, stunned, paralyzed between one step and the next. Hitting a prince was bad enough, but hitting the god of trickery was infinitely worse.

Loki, taken by surprise, felt the impact. His head turned slightly with the force of the blow, but he quickly turned back to face Hilda, his eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and something that could almost be admiration. And then, at the corner of his lips, a smile appeared. Not a sneer, but something more complex — an acknowledgment of her strength and courage.

He slowly raised his hand, touching the cheek where the slap had left its mark. Loki's smile was subtle, but it carried a universe of emotions: irony, pain, and a kind of reluctant respect. His jade-green eyes fixed on hers, and for a moment, it was as if the full weight of her actions and choices passed between them without words.

"Well, that was... intense," he murmured, his voice silky and full of dark humor.

Hilda, breathless and surprised by her own audacity, stared at the prince. Her eyes gleaming with fury.

"I suppose I deserve an explanation," he added.

"And Lady Liv deserved respect," she shouted, her chin raised. "You were cruel and mean, no one deserves to be treated with such..."

Loki, with furrowed brows, interrupted her. "Who is Liv?"

Hilda, who thought she had reached the peak of irritation, bubbled with anger.

"Lady Liv is a young maiden who made the mistake of falling for the prince.” She said through gritted teeth. “But it's all just a joke to you, isn't it? Always having fun at the expense of others, you didn't think twice before hurting her feelings!”

“Ah, that Liv,” he gestured dismissively. “A wretched creature, without a trace of fun or grace. A waste of time. I'm afraid I haven't found another efficient way to discourage her advances.”

“Oh, you…!”

Hilda raised her arm, her open hand ready to meet his face. But before she could slap him, Loki grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her roughly until the distance between them was drastically reduced. Enraged, she raised her other hand only for him to immobilize her, pinning her arms behind her back.

It was easy to forget that the studious and mischievous Prince Loki was as strong as his brother. Under his steely grip, Hilda felt small and subdued.

The prince's fingers closed on her jaw, forcing her to look up. A wicked smile curved his lips, certainly enjoying the situation.

"You can't catch me off guard twice," he said, his tone dangerously low.

"Let me go!" she demanded, writhing wildly until he grabbed her with more force, crushing her against his hard, warm chest. "Let me go right now... oh, oh... you terrible..." Sighing, Hilda stopped resisting, her face flushed with effort.

“Isn’t it easier this way?” he asked sweetly, leaning in until everything that separated their faces was just a breath away. “Surrender is part of your nature, after all. Haven’t you ever been taught to kneel before your sovereign?”

Hilda had never been so close to the prince. His presence confused her senses and made her weave foolish ideas. An aura of power surrounded him, chaotic and effervescent. Overwhelming. It made her knees weak.

“You are not a king,” she hissed, needing great concentration to put together consonants and vowels that made sense.

Surprise sparked in her green eyes, but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared.

“I am Loki of Asgard, and I am charged with a great purpose.” The fingers on her jaw ran down the side of her neck, the prince's gaze fixed on her mouth. “And you could be by my side… or, even better,” he began, opening a devilish smile. “On or under me.”

Surprise was stamped on Hilda's face at that insinuation. Images appeared in her mind before she could contain themselves. Of Loki above her, kissing and caressing her, stealing her breath, claiming her until every inch of her knew who belonged to him. That wicked mouth would make her desire unspeakable things, make her forget her own name. She would beg for more. And then he would touch her, leaving a trail of fire wherever his fingers passed, marking her so deeply that it would leave a mark on her soul.

“Oh, you can imagine, can't you?” He questioned, pouring the words into her ear “I would make you feel so good, Hilda.”

With her face burning, she tried feebly to free herself, all too aware of how hard his body was in all the places where hers was soft. Without strength, she pressed her face against his shoulder, feeling a terrible discomfort in her belly. It was as if the blood in her veins had been replaced by liquid fire.

“Let me go,” she asked, her voice trembling like a candle flame.

“Is that what you want?” She shivered as she felt his touch on the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. “I don’t think so. In fact, I would say it’s the opposite.” Hilda almost tripped over her own feet when he pushed her back, making her take a step back, then another, and another until her back hit the wall. The impact knocked the air from her lungs. Loki pinned her wrists to the sides of her head, leaning toward her, rolling his lips languidly along her jaw.

“Tell me to stop,” he demanded, nibbling on the soft skin of her neck. “Tell me.”

I can’t, she thought. Feeling weak and feverish, Hilda sighed as she felt his lips touch her neck. A growl scratched the prince's throat before he finally decided to end her torment, kissing her impetuously. His mouth was soft and cruel, there was no gentleness when he moved his lips, invading her mouth, teasing her with his tongue until she moaned. With her eyes closed, Hilda leaned against the prince's chest, intoxicated by his scent, trying at all costs to get closer. When the lack of air made her lungs burn, Loki destined wet kisses on her neck and lap, venturing to the edge of her dress's neckline before returning to her neck.

"Let me touch you," he begged, gasping as his teeth dug into her skin. When he didn't let go of her wrists, she whimpered, "P-please... oh, I need to touch you."

She could feel his smile pressed against her skin. Slowly, he released her, lifting her face until their eyes met. The backs of his fingers brushed against her cheek gently, encouraging her.

"Good girl." From the tone of his voice, the meaning of his words was anything but chaste. But Hilda didn't think about them for long, because soon his lips moved against hers again.

Hilda opened her eyes, feeling her knees tremble and a terrible discomfort between her legs. For a foolish moment, breathing became an impossible task. She was not pressed between the wall and the prince, he was not even close to her. A meter away, Loki stared at her with orbs shining with malice, although his jaw was clenched. Perfectly composed, and of course, with his hands stupidly far from her. "Is that what you've been thinking about, Lady Hilda?" He clicked his tongue, shaking his head negatively. "I didn't know you had so much interest in me, in my lips and my fingers." An illusion. It had all been nothing more than a damned illusion. A punch in the stomach would have left her less disoriented. She didn't know to what extent he had influenced her mind. And she didn't know to what extent she wished that had actually happened. That thought haunted her, making her take a step back.

“You scoundrel, don’t come near me!”

“But isn’t that what you want?” Loki stepped forward, his gaze darkened. “You need to make up your mind, sweet Hilda. Don’t you want me to have you? It seemed to me that was what you wanted while I fucked you with my fingers.”

“Stop!” she shouted, feeling her eyes burn with humiliation.

“No, don’t cry.” He got close enough to hold her face, keeping it locked when she tried to pull back. “Do you know what the best part is?” his voice sweet as poison. “The illusion was mine, but you were the one in control of your decisions. You desired those things, Hilda. You.”

A lump seemed to have lodged in her throat. Cursed was the moment she decided to take Lady Liv’s pains. With the prince’s hands still on her face, she forced herself to hold his gaze.

“My prince, if I desired it, I was also desired.” I imagine it must be hard to deal with your brother's leftovers.

“Oh, what a sharp tongue!” He smiled, indifferent to the provocation. “I can imagine what she's capable of.”

“Let me go.”

“As you wish.” He finally let her go, taking a step back before looking her up and down, giving her a condescending smile. “Do you know what the best way to get rid of temptation is, Hilda? It's by giving in to it.”

#loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki #mcu loki #smut #oneshot #asgardians #fanfiction #fem oc

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year ago

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Not the gospel not the blanket statement but I don't like the way the Loki series, at least thus far, has treated either of Loki's queer identities. because guess what!! I happen to also be bisexual and genderfluid.

(also, this post has been in my drafts for enough days that I do not remember if I wrote before or after season 2 started, but I do know that 1: I wrote it before I watched that episode, and 2: I wouldn't made a damn lick of difference anyway.)

Okay so right off the bat, the bisexuality within the show is actually pretty decent. It's not a big deal, Loki isn't throwing himself at every character onscreen, that's pretty respectful. But I feel that (and this is simply my weary, jaded-at-the-MCU opinion) the writers decided to finally commit to him being canonically bisexual because it can be made more palatable for homophobic straight audiences. If you decide to say, okay, Character X is gay, they will then be shown in same-sex relationships or in a conspicuous absence of any relationship at all despite chemistry and history with same-sex characters, one of which pisses of the straights and one of which pisses of people like me. Now, I don't think Marvel minds hurting us, but it's still not a good look to say here's a canonically gay character but wait! we're not actually going to show a gay relationship onscreen. It feels like going for the cheapest of sucking-up options and ain't nobody buying. Therefore, the number of canonically gay characters in the MCU is low.

If you have a bisexual character, however, they can be in an opposite-sex relationship and the straights can pretend the character is also straight or going through a phase or some bullshit, and we can't say hey this feels like a cop-out because well we gave you what you wanted, the character is bisexual, and also because the biphobia card can be played against us immediately.

To avoid that, I'm saying right here and now I love opposite-sex bisexual relationships as a rule, whether it's bi4bi or one of the characters in the couple is straight. I'm bisexual and while the gender situation is complicated (we'll get to that in a minute) I'm AFAB and my only relationship ever has been with a cishet man, and I would throw hands with anybody who suggested that I'm not a real bisexual just because I haven't made that kind of a connection with a woman yet. (Trust me, I would love to date a woman.) Now, a wee bit of a caveat, the complicated gender also complicates that, because I am not female, so technically my relationship with that one man was not a straight relationship, but I also hadn't realized it at the time so it's difficult to parse what it was, and frankly I don't care.

The point is, it's the context, not the relationship, that really bothers me. The context is the MCU, which has proven itself pretty damn against having queer characters or queer relationships, particularly visibly same-sex ones, for the sake of the box office. Taking that into consideration Loki and Sylvie's relationship feels like a way to cop out of having to show a same-sex relationship with a queer character while also making queer people look bad if we say that it feels like a feeble attempt to score progressive brownie points. It also gives the straights in the room a reason to point and us and say why can't you be grateful, you've been thrown a bone, what more could you possibly want, you're so demanding. The MCU does the bare minimum, doesn't have to show a same-sex relationship, and we look like the badguys if we say what I'm saying right now.

But you know what I don't want? I don't want my identity weaponized against me, against other bisexual people who feel like we're being used as a not-really-queer statement for a character because not queer enough is something that I think is directed against bi people way too often. I don't want the MCU to use that logic in having a bi4bi couple, which I personally think is probably what at least part of their motivation was. I don't want to be accused of biphobia simply because I don't think an identity that I share with the character, and therefore have some experience with, is being used properly. Bisexuality is not a tool to say queer-not-queer about fictional characters, because using it that way I would go so far as to say can actually be detrimental to bisexual people in real life.

The gender fluid claim I hate with every ounce of my own gender. It's canon because what, it's showed on a file in the end-credits sequence? Lazy. Bullshit. I don't want it. Sylvie is treated like some kind of exception for being a woman and ostensibly a Loki; if Loki was actually genderfluid nobody would give a rat's ass. Our Loki could qualify as a woman and a Loki every now and then. Sylvie wouldn't be anything special...oh, wait. That would defeat the purpose of having her on the nice little pedestal the writers built for her. So they shoved in some quarter-assed claim (I say quarter-assed because it wasn't even enough effort to be half-assed) that's blink and you miss it, in fact don't specifically look for it and you miss it, to gender fluidity because...I don't even know. Because they want to bring MCU Loki closer to the comics version of Loki, who has been slaying gender fluidity for a darn while? Well, if that's why, they failed. Because they were looking for some more of those no-effort brownie points? If that's why, they've once again failed, because I am giving them none. There are no feathers for the MCU to preen here. Our Loki is a man and Sylvie is a woman, that's all there is to it, and putting that Loki is genderfluid in that stupid end-credits sequence doesn't change that. What would change that it actually depicting both of them as alternately male, female, nonbinary, etc., because that once again avoids the exceptionalism complex for one of them that would make gender fluidity look like a deviation for Loki when really it should be the norm. They tried to claim my gender identity for Loki and I'm not even sorry, I'm not having it. They failed. Of course it's not to say I'm the Almighty Keeper of the Gender Fluid. I'm not. But am I allowed to take full offense when someone majorly screws up at what they're barely even attempting to depict and it's my identity? YES. I am.

So the thing is, I'm probably overreacting a little bit. And as a member of a mistreated and marginalized part of society, and as a member of a fandom for something that feels sort of actively hostile towards people like me pretty often, I think I have the right to be. And as a person who actually lives with the identities that Loki is trying to claim, I also think I have the right to hold my opinion about it.

Now I'm not saying all genderfluid people or all bisexual people who watch the show will have the same reaction I did. That would be ridiculous. In fact, if not for the context of the MCU existing around it, I would be ecstatic about Loki being bisexual myself. But I am saying that these are the reactions I did have to it, and if you disagree, that's fine, but please do it as civilly as I am doing with people with whom I disagree. Queer representation is a complicated, messy thing, as is queerness itself a lot of the time, and different people will see different things in it.

Slay on.

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