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Loki x plus size reader

Sex with Loki isn’t boring but it isn’t exactly spicy either and you’re craving something more

Warnings: breeding kink, ownership kink, smut, mentions of other kinks, fluff, established relationship, rough sex, no real foreplay, implication of the beginning of a d/s dynamic, safe word mentioned WC: 1.4k

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“Oh come on! We all saw the way he was when we handcuffed him, Loki is kinky as hell and you cannot tell me that you two just do missionary shit!” Natasha’s words were slurred, courtesy of the half dozen mimosas she had devoured before her meal had actually arrived. 

Heat radiated off your cheeks though it wasn’t from the alcohol. “So what if we do? It’s fun!” You insisted, making Wanda roll her eyes.

“You’ve been together for almost a year and you’re saying that you haven’t even dabbled in tying him up?” You shook your head, “Tying you up?”

“No! Ok, we haven’t done anything,” you lowered your voice and glanced around the bustling restaurant, “kinky per se. But c’mon it took us years to even admit we liked each other and over two months to even get to heavy petting. We just move slowly is all.”

Natasha scoffed. “Yeah right. That man wants to utterly destroy you, he’s just being sweet because you don’t have as much experience as him. He doesn’t want to scare you off. If you want to get properly down and dirty with the man, you have to go to him first.” She said matter-of-factly as she took another swig of what was now just champagne.

You looked to Wanda for backup but she just shrugged. “She’s right. You have to make the first move.”

“But where do I even start?” 

They looked at each other before turning back to you. “Tumblr.”

——————

You wondered if they ever got tired of being right. Pet play, CNC, BDSM, anal, the world was laid out in front of you and all you had to do was to find one (or two) that you really liked and beg your godly boyfriend to indulge you.

Your laptop was propped up on a pillow in front of you, a little notebook beside it that you were using to jot down anything you found even vaguely interesting. The list continued to grow as you scrolled but nothing had jumped out at you as something you desperately had to try. 

“What are you up to my love?” Loki slid onto the bed beside you, his lips immediately finding your cheek. You cringed as a drop of sweat landed on your bare shoulder.

“Just doing some research. How was your workout?” He rolled his eyes and snuggled closer, his body slightly warmer than its usual icy temperature. A slim arm wrapped around your waist, his fingers just barely grazing the swell of your ass. You shifted your hips so that his palm dropped further, now fully cupping your backside. His lips curved upwards against your temple.

“I would much rather have worked out with you, love.” You shivered as his voice dropped and he squeezed your ass. “Especially when you look so delectable in this thin top.” The tip of his nose brushed against the strap of your tank top which you had paired with some thin panties.

“You are insatiable,” You suddenly smirked, turning your head so your lips were barely touching, “my king.” The last syllable had barely passed through your teeth then Loki’s eyes darkened and his lithe body tensed around you. Blunt nails dug into your ass as he held his breath for a moment, before he released it with a growl.

“You’re playing with fire, little one.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Then it’s a good thing I have you to cool me down.” Your tongue darted out and you quickly licked at his lips before Loki could digest your words.

“Oh you naughty thing.” Your laptop and notebook were shoved to the side as your boyfriend pushed you onto your back, quickly settling himself between your soft thighs, pinning you to the bed. You couldn’t help but internally preen at the god’s wavering composure. “You do not know what you’re asking for.”

Your hands trailed up the length of his back, dragging his tight black shirt up with them. “Oh but I think I do.” The way he loomed over you, the savage look in his eyes, his heaving chest, his weight keeping you down. You knew exactly what you wanted at that moment.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and tugged him against your core, the bulge of his cock knocking against your covered clit. “I want to be owned by you. Entirely.”

“But do you know what that truly means?” His hands creeped down to your hips, grabbing them with greater force than he had ever used on you before. You gasped and arched your back but he quickly pushed you back down. “It means that you’re mine, every single piece of you.” His fingers curled into the top of your panties and tugged them down with a swift roll of his shoulder.

“Loki.” He tsked, his shirt now discarded.

“Your thoughts will be mine. Your body. Your soul. Your pleasure” Your shirt soon followed, discarded on your bedroom floor then his shorts. An evil look creeped onto his face. “I will be your king, your god. You will take no other ever again.”

“Please.” You felt like you could barely breathe, the weight of his words falling heavily on your chest. 

His cock throbbed against your lips, slowly becoming coating in your wetness. “This perfect, tight cunt is mine to do with what I wish.” His hips rocked back, letting his cock drop down to your entrance. Your eyes widened and you clutched at his forearms. 

The thick head pushed against your opening, sending a pleasant burn through your pelvis. “If you wish for me to stop at any time, just say so.” His voice softened just enough to urge you to acknowledge him before you were plunged into his possession. You nodded quickly and raised your hips from the bed as you attempted to suckle him in.

“Mine.” He snarled, and without any warning, buried himself to the hilt, forcing a scream of pleasure from deep inside you. You clutched at the hard muscles of his back, desperate for any way to keep yourself grounded as he pulled out half-way and then slammed back in.

“Fuck, I should’ve done this the moment I met you. Wasted too much time not buried in this cunt, not claiming your womb.” You gasped, your pussy clenching down on his thick cock. Loki’s lip curled up. “Oh you liked that didn’t you? You want me to put you to use.” His hips tilted, hitting that spot inside you that made your mind go fuzzy. 

“To breed you.” Your moans bounced off your bedroom walls, spurring the god to thrust into you even harder. “To show the entire world that you’re fucking mine. You belong to a god, you carry his seed in your belly. Who am I to ever deny you?”

He grabbed your wide hips and leaned back onto his heels. Your eyes rolled back as his tip suddenly slammed against your cervix and his heavy balls slapped against your ass. “I’ll fill you every chance I get, just to make sure it takes and you know that you are mine forever.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders, surely drawing blood, but you were too lost in pleasure to even care. Your body drew tight as you found it harder and harder to breathe. “I’ll give you what you want, little one. I’ll give you everything.” 

“Loki!” Your legs locked around his hips, forcing him all the way into your spamming cunt as you finally came. He groaned and dropped his head to the crook of your neck. Shallow thrusts worked you through the powerful orgasm as he raced towards his own.

“All mine.” His teeth sank into your shoulder as an icy chin spread through your stomach. You could feel his cock twitching deep within you even through the fog of ecstasy. 

Loki slumped down onto your chest, finally releasing your hips as he softened inside you. 

“Holy shit.” You giggled breathlessly. “Knew that list was a good idea.” 

As gently as he could, your boyfriend pulled out of you and flopped onto his back, dragging your spent body on top of him. “What list?” He mumbled into your hair in between soft kisses.

“Made a list of kinky stuff I wanna try.”

“Oh? And what else was on that little list of yours?” You propped your chin up on his sternum.

“Knife play?” Loki groaned and tugged you closer.

“Gods what have I gotten myself into?” He laughed.

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summary. You are the visiting princess of a kingdom in need. Instead, Loki will come to the aid of your needs. Having been searching for an element of sweetness for a spell, he finds himself drawn to you, especially when he senses a dark aura shielding your true self.

characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader

word count. 7.4k

warnings. Asshole Parents, Death of a Sibling, Fatphobia, Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage

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It was yet another frustrating day for Loki. He’d been trying for weeks to perfect a new spell, but for the life of him he couldn’t determine what the issue was.

The recipe in the tomes called for an element of sweetness. He’d tried every sweet element he could think of from every realm, but nothing worked. And now there was this visitation from an allied kingdom to deal with. Dawning his helmet, he took his step on the dais, next to his brother and behind his mother.

                “Everything alright Loki?” Frigga asked.

                “No worse than usual. Just a finicky spell.” Loki replied.

                “I noticed my supplies were disappearing faster than I was using them.”

                “My apologies, mother. I’ve been searching for an element of sweetness and cannot figure out exactly what the spell needs.”

                Frigga smiled a knowing smile and gave Loki’s hand a squeeze before resuming her royal stature. Loki glanced at Thor, who still looked fairly hungover from the previous evening’s rabblerousing revelries; despite it being long past the morning hour. Loki rolled his eyes and resumed his stoic-ness to prepare for the visitors.

                A visiting king and queen were appearing before the All-Father. He knew not why, only that they needed help with their daughter. Loki knew nothing about her. Nobody seemed to have anything to say besides 'Her eyes are nice.' He was half expecting her to just be a giant eyeball. Far stranger creatures had walked the halls of Asgard.

What he was not expecting was the goddess who entered the great hall behind her parents, looking only at the floor. Her rubenesque figure had Loki's hands clenching into fists at the thought of her thighs wrapped around his head. But Loki also sensed a dark, sad energy. This girl carried a true heartache, but why? Loki could not resist looking inside her mind.

Smile. Stand straight. Don't speak unless spoken too.  You repeated all this to yourself while trying to make yourself smaller; not an easy feat to do with your wide hips and round tummy. Your parents were the king and queen and it was your duty as a princess to represent the future of your kingdom. Especially after the reputation your older brother had set.

He'd deserted the throne, choosing instead a life of debauchery, opium, and in the end, crime. 2 years ago, news had arrived that your brother, the once crown prince, was found dead in a tavern; leaving you the only child of the throne. Now, with your parents growing older, there was talk amongst the kingdom of what would happen when their reign ended.

Your father and Odin spoke for some time, with Odin expressing condolences for your brother and your father explaining the depth of your kingdom's now precarious situation. But your father was not entirely truthful, choosing instead to weave a story of how your brother died heroically in battle.

"All-Father. We seek your council. We have always been good allies, a healthy tradeship, and now… we seek the hand of one of your sons for my daughter. To carry on our legacy." You looked between the two princes. Prince Thor, who seemed only half paying attention and had barely glanced his eyes at you before your father’s request, was now eyeing you with distaste; something you were used to.

The other prince, though, his face was set and his eyes were calculative, planning. But something about him seemed to draw you in; Almost in a warm and comforting way. You knew less about the younger prince, but you felt connected to him, if only because of his position as the second child. You wondered what his reaction to you is…

A husband?? For you??? Loki's heart raced at the thought. Surely your parents would most likely want Thor. Loki turned to the great oaf who was looking at you like a bug beneath his boot.

Loki however, couldn't help admiring you like art. He kept his face controlled and regal like a proper prince, but inside he felt something drawing him towards you. Maybe it was the sadness he felt coming from you. Your face was very neutral but he could feel an aura of sadness around you. But something was looking to escape; Loki could not determine what, only that it made him feel lighter than air.  Loki turned to Odin, awaiting his decision.

"And what does she have to say?" The All-Father asked, inviting you to speak for yourself for the first time since you’d entered the hall. His question surprised you, but your father beckoned you forward; a stern look on his face, reminding you not to say anything stupid.

"I want…what is best for my kingdom" You said, speaking the truth. There were many other things you wanted. You wanted to spend your days drawing, painting, reading, indulging in all of life's pleasures, as you believed all in the kingdom who wish to do so should be. And you weren't dumb by any means, you could easily engage in conversation for hours about literature and philosophy, even policy. But still your parents believed you were not disciplined enough to rule. Especially not with how people talked about you, particularly your figure.

Your mother and father were not exactly small people, and somehow their genetics had combined to give you broader everything, hips, waist, though not as much your chest. This all meant you often drew comments about selfishness; especially with your parents ever increasing taxes.

You truly wanted what was best for your people. And your parents decided this was it. To marry a strong king whom your parents trusted to rule the kingdom while you played the role of silent wife.

The All Father considered you a moment before nodding "Very well. I would like your daughter to stay here in Asgard for a week and allow my sons to court her. So long as everything goes well, a marriage will be arranged." Hearing this, your parents were overjoyed, holding each other closely; but not looking at you.

"Oh thank you All Father!" your father cried. Odin stood up, declaring "Tonight, we will celebrate with a banquet." You froze.

Oh no. Not a banquet. A loud noisy party with too much food. You swallowed your dread as your mother said to you.

“Come, we’ll get you dressed.”  You looked back to the younger prince before you exited the great hall, seeing what looked like a smirk playing at his lips.

As soon as the doors closed, Loki had a sudden spark of inspiration in the back of his head. Even though your parents did not see, he'd seen your eyes light up, and the darkness around you flashed…green.

“And where are you off to, my son?” Frigga asked.

“To prepare for banquet, of course.” Loki replied mischievously.

An hour or so later, you were tucked into a slightly ill-fitting purple dress, a corset making you appear somewhat thinner and pushing your chest up (though nothing hid your voluptuous behind). Your mother did her best to comfort you, but she was still in mourning of your brother. Her moods fluctuated between looking through you and criticizing you. Tonight unfortunately, she’d chosen to criticize.  

“There will be a lot of food tonight. Remember you do not need to sample anything.”

Your father also took his chance to get a few harsh words in “You may not be able to reel in Prince Thor but the younger son would work too. I’ve heard he’s smart. And strategic.”

“What is his name?” you asked.

“I don’t remember.” Typical of your father, never remembering the details. “I will advise you to be wary though. The younger prince is a master of magic, I’m not sure whether it for bad or good.”

“Stop fidgeting.” Your mother said as she smoothed out your dress, trying to hide anything she deemed ‘too fat.’

“The maids said he had a nickname…Silver Tongue? They said it’s because he is…well, charming.”

“The maids are a bunch of whores and gossips.” Your father said, rolling his eyes. “They call him Silver Tongue because he is a master manipulator. So keep your wits about you. …what little you have. Now, be down in the banquet hall in 25 minutes.”

Your mother gave you one sympathetic pat on the shoulder before they left you alone with your thoughts.

Once again you’d been fooled and your father made you feel like you were mentally incompetent. It wasn’t really your fault though, you just wanted to try to make friends and couldn’t tell when someone was deceiving you. It came from your good-natured heart.  But Loki, there was something about him that made you want to truly open up. You wondered where he was, how he was preparing for what you were sure was going to be a disaster of a night.

Loki looked around corner into the kitchen; and the only person there was the head cook, stirring away at some pot for the banquet, muttering about how Odin would throw something like this on her at the last minute. Perfect, so focused on her own issues she never saw Loki sneak up behind her and wave his hand, opening up her mind to suggestion.

“My prince, is there something I can do for you?” She asked him, a faint green glow in her eyes.

“Yes actually. I believe that extravagant chocolate cake of yours would be a perfect desert choice for tonight. Don’t you agree?” Loki said.

“Of course, my prince.

“Oh, and make sure this makes its way into the princess’s serving.” Loki handed her a small green bottle. A concoction of his own brewing.

“Of course, my prince”

“One last thing, forget I was ever here.”

                The cook blinked and she was alone in the kitchen, with no memory of the last few moments. All she knew was she had to get to work on chocolate cake for the banquet. And ensure wherever this potion had come from, it was in the princess’ dessert.

The banquet looked immaculate, given the last-minute plans. Banners of your kingdom had been hung alongside those of Asgard, hoping to bring good luck to a potential union. And as you’d dreaded, the food all looked so exquisite and tempting.

                Asgardian diet was very protein and fat heavy. Meats, cheeses, mead. There were more grapes in the wine being served than physically on the table. There were a few lighter options, but they were more meant as palette cleansers than actual food. You’d taken the smallest serving of meat and potatoes possible, but your stomach growled and your mouth watered at the delicious sights and smells; longing to partake in every one of them.  The food was certainly the highlight of the banquet so far.

                You’d danced with Thor before dinner, though he barely engaged you in conversation. He had asked about your kingdom, but when you’d started to talk about the kingdom’s people and the cultures, Thor rudely interrupted to know about your country’s resources, their exports, and you clammed up. Thankfully the dance ended there, saving you from having to answer.

While you knew the country’s resources, you believed more in the sharing of cultures, rather than just buying and selling of things. You couldn’t even enjoy the feeling his strong arms around you because he moved you with no care, as if loading a cart.

                After dinner was dessert and then you were supposed to dance with the other prince. He hadn’t come to ask you to dance yet, leaving you to sit and stare at what had to be the most amazing chocolate cake you could ever dream of. It was 3 beautiful layers of sponge with crème in between each layer and fresh raspberries on top. But you knew if you had a bite, you’d never hear the end of it from your parents.

 Somehow it seemed your piece was almost double the size of the ones of your parents, making them stare at you accusatory, but you hadn’t done anything. It wasn’t as if you’d asked for a larger piece.

                “Why, my lady, you haven’t touched your desert.” A smooth voice broke through your thoughts and you looked up into piercing green eyes. The prince was staring at you. He was dressed as he was earlier in the great hall, including his golden horned helmet and his flowing green cape.. You stared in awe at the way his helmet shined in the light. Until you realized you’d left him unanswered.

                “N-no, your highness. It’s alright though. I’m not hungry. And I owe you a dance.” You insisted.

                “Oh, princess. I wouldn’t dream of taking a woman from her desert. Especially a chocolate cake as delicious as this.” He said, temptingly. He came around the side of the table to sit in what was now an empty seat to your right. He took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, making sure to meet your eyes so you could see the fire burning in them. “Prince Loki, at your service.” You gave him yours, feeling your face heat up as he repeated it back to you, rolling off his tongue like poetry.

                He picked up one of the golden forks, and taking a generous sized bite.

                “You…you’re going to feed me?” you asked, astonished.

                “I am at your service, after all.” When you didn’t react, still hearing your mother’s voice in your head. He took a kinder smile, his eyes softening. “Entertain me one bite, princess. I simply have to the see the look on that face when you indulge in …something sweet.”

                Loki was watching your face indeed, and your aura. He knew if you took one bite of the cake, the potion he’d mixed would release your inhibitions and you would be your true self, the self that Loki was dying to meet behind your beautiful eyes and bountiful curves.

                You looked around, seeing your parents were busy talking to the All Father and Mother.

                “I suppose one bite would be alright.” And you weren’t sure you could deny Loki, the name was different to you but it seemed playful and fun, certainly as much as the man looking at you now. He hadn’t asked you a single question, hadn’t even asked for his dance but was instead urging you to…have cake? You opened your mouth and he slipped the fork between your lips.

The taste was anything far better than you’d imagined. The cake was made with rich Asgardian chocolate that legend said was the aphrodisiac used to conceive the gods. The sponge of the cake itself was pillowy soft. While the tartness of the raspberry managed to cut through all the sugar to compliment the edge of bitterness that gave way to a sweet aftertaste as the silky frosting melted in your mouth. You couldn’t stop the moan that let loose from your lips.  

                You covered your mouth in shock. “Please, forgive me your highness. That was highly inappropriate.”

                “Perish the thought darling. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did.” Loki said. You looked at him confused. Surely he was jesting? “Come, I believe I’ll have that dance now.”

The feeling of Loki’s arms was much different than that of Thor’s. While Thor handled you like a bag of flower, Loki held you with great care. Making you feel safe and secure. While not as bulky as his brother, Loki seemed to possess a different kind of strength. One meant to fight to defend, not necessarily attack.

                A sweet soft song filled the room as the musicians began to play. You’d never considered yourself a dancer, always worried what someone would say of your form. But now, with Loki, you felt like a leaf drifting in the wind. With Loki leading, you felt free to just enjoy yourself in the movement.

                “I suppose you want to talk about my kingdom’s resources? Thor certainly did.” You said.

                “Believe me I am nothing like my brother.” You could relate to that. “And you don’t seem all that interested in talking about resources, though.” He looked at you inquisitively. And though your instincts ordered you to clam up and nod, you couldn’t help yourself from saying

                “No, I believe we should use our resources to help our less fortunate. Keep some to trade as needed, but I believe we should exchange cultures, not currency, first.” You froze in disbelief; you couldn’t even imagine how stupid you sounded.

                “I agree.” Loki’s velvet voice shook you from your self-doubting. “Royalty must think of the people; otherwise they’re likely to lead a short rule with a bloody end.”

                “Something my family has had to re-learn; for example, ignoring a kingdom to focus on one royal member.” Despite your newfound willingness to keep talking, you did give pause when the conversation started to shift to your brother.

                Loki sensed your usual instinct weighing out his potion and decided to change the subject. “I completely understand. Tell me about your kingdom instead.”

                “We were once a society that valued great art.” You explained, wistfully.

                “Once? No longer?” Loki inquired.

                “No; our kingdom has unfortunately turned selfish and judgmental, choosing to value a high standard of beauty, not just passion and creation for passion and creation’s sake.” Your angers and frustrations flowed so willingly; despite the years of repression your parents had forced on you.

                “I see.” Loki pulled you closer to him. You two were quiet for a minute, letting you admire his face. You knew plenty about his eyes; sparkling like a thousand emeralds in a dragon’s hoard. But now you were close, you could see the pink plushness of his lips, the angular jaw of his chin, and you could feel his inky black hair tickling your fingers as you moved your hand up his back slightly. Not to mention the solid muscle you felt underneath his fine Asgardian leather.

“It’s such a pity that a kingdom who cannot see beauty when it’s right in front of them.” He certainly lived up to his nickname. You were sure he was just being polite, playing his part as royal prince. “Tell me, princess, do you value great art?” His question caught you off guard.

                “I-I certainly do. In fact, one reason I was excited to come to Asgard was to see the great gallery.”

                “Perhaps you will allow me to give you a tour of them?” he offered.

                “Allow? Your highness, it is my understanding that you are to be in charge.”

                “And it is my understanding; that I am far more interested in what you want, princess. And I’ll hope you want to call me by my name. It sounds so lovely coming from your luscious lips.”

                “Y-Yes Loki.”

                “Good girl.” Those two words; you’d read them plenty of times in the books you squirreled away from the royal library (grateful that the elderly librarian was your confidant). But you’d never dreamed that someone, especially someone as handsome and with a voice like Loki’s would actually say them to you. Hearing them sent a shiver down your spine that settled in your core, making you clench your thighs.

                “Are you an artist yourself, princess?” Loki asked, carrying on as if nothing happened. But he knew, Your aura was glowing a brilliant bright green. You were his element of sweetness.

                “I…I do like to paint sometimes. But I’m not very good.” You admitted, finally finding your voice again.

                “I’m sure they are lovely, princess. Even so, if you enjoy something, good or bad does not matter. Only that you have enjoyed it and put yourself into it. That is what makes ‘good’ art. I’d certainly love to see it.”

                Loki’s words were a far cry than what you’d always heard. People mocked your art, believing it childish and unprofessional.

                “What else do you enjoy?” he asked.

                “Well, I read.”

                “What exactly do you read, princess?” Loki asked with a waggle of eye brows that had you giggling like a school girl.

                “Poetry, preferably. But anything and everything I can. At least when I am able.” You caught your mother’s eye across the room and though she looked approving, she still gestured at you to keep your smile “gentle” as she called in, meaning not too big. Your smile faltered and Loki noticed, as well as the reason why. In an attempt to re-lift your spirits, he said

                “Well, I shall have to show you the library on that tour as well.” His voice sounding genuine and full of promise.

The song ended and Loki escorted you back to your seat, pressing his lips back to your hand one more time.

                Your mother took your other hand and squeezed it lovingly, seeming proud that you had somehow managed to intrigue Loki; which also left yourself in a slight state of disbelief. You weren’t quite sure how’d you’d done it, but all you knew was that you were craving more of his touch and presence.

                Loki had left you, not by choice but nature called even to royal princes. As he returned to the dining hall, he made eye contact with you instantly; and was more than delighted to see you rise, say a few words to your mother and start to come towards him. But his mood changed as Thor moved into his field of vision

“Loki I’m surprised. You cannot be genuinely interested in that princess, can you?”

“And why would that be, brother?” Loki replied, his voice tense on the last word.

“Surely you see her Loki? She’s not worthy of being a queen. A queen has to present a beautiful image to her people and she’s…not.  I suppose if you were king you could take a consort. Or perhaps a COW-nsort.” Thor said, starting to laugh boisterously at his own joke. Loki was going to brush Thor aside when he saw you standing right behind the brute, and knew that you had heard every word. Your aura, which had been shining brilliantly green when Loki had left you, returned a dim grey. Even though your face showed no reaction.

Loki however, reacted before he could stop himself, drawing his arm back and landing a solid blow to Thor’s face, knocking him back and onto the floor. All eyes were now on the scene; including your parents, who were looking at you accusingly and you wished the floor would just swallow you up.

                Instead, you felt Loki grabbing your hand.

                “Come with me, princess.” Before you could say a word, he was pulling you out of the banquet hall and through the corridors of the palace until he pulled you into corner. Now that you were alone, the last few moments finally caught up with you.

“Loki, you punched your brother.”

“Trust me, it is taking all my strength not to go back and doing it several more times. And a few other things.”

“But why? I’ve heard far worse about me.” You explained and Loki’s eyes seemed to fill with sadness hearing this before they lit up with an idea.

“Would you like to see my garden?”

“What?”

“Would you like to see my garden? It might be best if I hide for a little bit considering what I’ve done and my garden is the most secret place in the whole palace…except maybe my mother’s.” You could hear what sounded like guards coming towards you and nodded quickly. Loki took your hands and you felt a warm gust of wind blow over you.

When you opened your eyes, you were not standing at a garden but at the edge of a forest. Loki waved his hands and the trees seem to part.

“My garden has a secret entrance at the end of this pathway. I could have teleported us directly, but it is such a lovely night. I was sure the moonlight would make you look even more beautiful.” He offered you his hand and feeling as if you were in a dream, took it and allowed him to take you down the road. The full moon overhead cast everything in a dim light, along with some bioluminescent plants, bathing the scene in a romantic mood.  You couldn’t believe it; things like this didn’t happen to you.

Along the way, Loki continued to ask about your passions and interests, Even when you rambled too much about your favorite books, or at least what someone else might’ve called talking too much, Loki hung on your every word. And you in turn were intrigued by his stories of Asgard, answering every one of your questions, even if he had to pause his story to do so, but showed no annoyance.

Finally, you two came to a large clearing. In it were all varieties of flowers in a rainbow of colors; including a group of roses that grew in an actual rainbow. The flowers emitted such a strong aroma that it made your hear feel light as a feather. Several small bushes bore exotic fruits and what appeared to be an herb garden caught your eye. A small hut sat next to a river at the far end of the clearing.

 “I built a small workshop out here for when I need to get away from the palace to research magic.” You came to a beautiful wooden bench at the edge of a river, with lavendar growing along banks. The bench itself was surrounded by glowing flowers and it seemed to have formed between two trees. The backside was carved intricately with Asgardian designs and runes.

      ��         “Come, sit.” Loki offered you a seat which you gladly took, admiring the breathtaking view. Before Loki sat, he removed his cape and wrapped it around you, leaving his arm over shoulders. He waved his hand and a beautiful golden rose grew up towards you. A small gasp in awe passed through your lips as Loki smiled.

“Tell me, darling what would you do if you were the queen?” Loki asked you.

“What does that have to do with defending me?” you asked In return.

                “Well, would you not expect your husband to defend your honor?” That last word took you aback.

                “I suppose but…”

                “So, what you do if you were queen?” And you paused for a moment, never having given a lot of thought, because you thought it would never be.

                “I don’t know. Make sure the people were happy?”

                “How would you do that?”

                “Let people do what they want, so long as they’re not hurting each other and the kingdom is not in flames.” You shrugged half-heartedly.

                “And what would you do to punish those who were hurting other people?” There you had pause. You wanted to be fair and just; wanted to take care of your citizens. But you knew there were people like your brother out there; those who would hurt just for harm’s sake, no matter how anyone tried to help.

                “I’m not sure, honestly. I suppose the obvious answer is jail, but it’s more complicated.” You sighed. “It’s always more complicated.”

                “You speak from experience?” Loki asked. The pause was pregnant. You could reveal the truth now, but would it bring shame on your house as your parents worried? 

                “My brother. The story my parents told is not entirely true. He is dead, but not from battle. From a life of debauchery. He cared for nothing but his own selfishness, no matter who it harmed. Leaving me to bear so much responsibility." Loki squeezed your hand.

                “I can understand that. You might’ve noticed Thor is not exactly the most graceful.”

                “That’s putting it mildly.” You smiled weakly. Loki cupped your cheek with his hand, gently guiding you to look into his emerald eyes which gleamed in the moonlight.

                “I know my apology does not seem much in the way of things, but I want to tell you how sorry I am. Not just for Thor’s behavior, but for how life has treated you. And that I see you; And I wish to give you everything you have ever deserved. You have a thoughtful brain, a strong but warm heart, and a passion that is simply intoxicating and admittedly contagious. I want to indulge you in every of life’s pleasures.” Loki cupped your other cheek and brought his lips to yours in an amazing kiss.

                You were stunned at first, but as what you’d been thinking about all night suddenly became real, you let yourself melt into it. His kiss reminded you of the winter snows back home, brisk but it made you enjoy the warmth of his hands on your face all the more. Finally he pulled away and you could not help the tears that sprung to your eyes. Loki’s faced was instantly concerned.

                “Are you alright, pet?”

                “I am. I just…I’m convinced this is a dream. I’ve never been, wanted like this before.”

                “Does this mean you are a maiden?”       

                “Not…exactly. There was a member of father’s guard once. But he never spoke to me again afterwards. Left the guard entirely. And told all his buddies I ‘wasn’t worth it’.” Loki’s temper flared, but he focused back on you.

                “Forget about any past experiences, pet. I cannot wait to spend hours making you moan and quiver at my touch. I want to explore every inch of you with my hands…and my tongue.” He said, his voice low and raspy and you squeezed your thighs together. “Do you like that idea pet? If we were to wed, maybe I’d have you sit on my lap during court sessions. After all you do want to let people…do what they want, don’t you? So long as they’re not hurting anyone.” You bit your lip, considering the idea. It was almost as if he could read your mind. He placed a kiss to your forehead.

                “I can pet.” He said with a smirk.

                “What? For how long” You asked, covering your face in embarrassment.

                “Since you were hiding behind your parents.” Loki cupped your cheek, bringing your face back toward his.  “And I heard all your pain and heartache. But beneath it I saw a guiding hand, needly only a strong sword to wield. Or…perhaps a dagger.” Loki smirked. “If you’d like, I could be that dagger. I know Thor is destined to be All-Father, but I could settle for being a king with a beautiful queen. What do you say?”

                What did you say? You could hardly believe what he was saying. It was all too good to be true, but as you looked in his eyes, searching for any hint of malice, and finding none, decided to throw caution to the wind and you leaned in to kiss him now, wrapping your arms around him. “I say your father was right about planning a wedding.” You and Loki both chuckled.

                “It would be more proper if I sent you to bed, but I am afraid before I become king I must throw propriety to the wind at least once.”

                “You don’t seem the type to care for propriety, kinghood be damned, Loki.”

                “You’ve caught me. But that only means I will have to show you how fun being improper truly is.”

In a flash you were back in Loki’s chambers. A beautiful bedroom with a massive wooden frame and green silk sheets. There was one door that must’ve led to a bathroom; and two double doors that probably led to the rest of his space.

                “Now, I promise I did not dig too deep into your mind, darling. But I could certainly tell what you were thinking when you look at me." Loki waggled his eyebrows, and your face warmed. "I think I know exactly what you need. And if you are uncomfortable at any point, I will stop. But I think you desire someone to take charge in the bedroom. Not to control but to take care of you. Is that right, pet?”

                “Yes, please…my king.” You said, smiling sheepishly. Without warning, Loki bent down to scoop you up and throw you over his shoulder, making you gasp. “Loki! No, you can’t…”  But your words were cut off with a yelp as Loki brought his hand down upon your ass in a sharp spank.

                “Can’t what, darling?” Loki asked, incredulously.

                “P-pick me up. I’m…I’m too heavy.” You whined as Loki spanked you again.

                “I’m sorry kitten did you say something?” Loki’s tone daring you to say something else bad about yourself.

                “No, my king.” You whimpered, the blood rushing to your head making you slightly woozy.

                “Good, because if I thought you were doubting my abilities to take care of you, by say, suggesting I am not strong enough to support and love every inch of you, I might have to punish you.” You got the message from his tone and tampered down any further injections.

                “Yes, my king.”

                “Good girl.” Loki carried you over to his bed, and you certainly appreciated not just the feeling of being carried, as you’d read about in so many books but only imagined for yourself, but the great view of Loki’s backside. Since he’d shed his cloak you could see how the fine Asgardian leather clung to his back. He was not nearly as bulky as Thor was, and you were glad of it. Loki’s strength wasn’t for show, but he still made you feel safe and secure.

                You landed on his bed with a soft oof but could barely relish how soft the sheets were before your arms were tugged above your head and your ankles spread wide. But Loki wasn’t even touching you. He waggled his eyebrows playfully.

                “Did you know your king was a master of magic, pet?”

                “I had heard you had some powers…and I’d heard your nickname…Silver Tongue.” You said the last words in a hushed voice, scared of finding out people had been messing with you again.

                “Oh you have heard correctly.” And I’ve been thinking about showing you why since I first laid eyes on you” Loki crawled on the bed, making the top half of his armor disappear, leaving him only in his trousers. He was kneeling between your legs. “First, I need to see what is hidden beneath this beautiful dress. I can’t wait to see you bathed in my colors.” He waved his hand and your dress suddenly vanished. Leaving you only in your corset and silken panties.

“Fuck, you’re better than any yuletide gift.” Speaking to his metaphor from earlier, Loki summoned a dagger into his hand and slowly ran the blade up your chest, slicing off each individual button to release your flesh. The sight of the blade in his strong hand as he held it so carefully, combined with the freedom as the corset fell away you sucked in a deep breath made you try to clench your thighs. But Loki’s magic bonds held strong. 

“I promise my pet, from now own, corsets will be your choice to wear; not so you have to hide this luscious body from me.” Loki’s hands grabbed your hips, and you were half hoping he’d leave bruises, then ran over your stomach, tickling you slightly, before moving to your breasts.

                Your nipples had perked up at exposure to the air and Loki’s hands were now cold as he tweaked them into even harder peaks. “Loki…my goodness…your hands are like ice…”

                “Sorry pet, I couldn’t resist playing with you just a little bit. You’re so adorable. And there is one more thing I must confess to you. You are familiar with the frost giants of Jotunheim?”

                “Just in name only.” Loki let out a small sigh in what seemed like relief. Before your eyes, Loki’s glimmer faded for a moment, revealing blue skin with rigid marks all along his face and chest. “I too know what means to be judged by appearances.” Loki paused, scared of your silence. But his fears washed away when you spoke.

                “I only wish I were untied so I could trace every one of those markings on your chest, my king.” Your kind heart, the innocent way you looked at him, without a hint of fear or disgust. Loki could feel his magic flare and he felt something feral within him snap. He returned his Asgardian glimmer.

                “Fuck darling I have to make you mine, now.” Loki growled, pressing his face between your legs. He tongue was indeed cold as silver, but it only made you moan louder as he seemed intent his promise and explore every inch, starting with your pussy. “Your little cunt is absolutely dripping for me, pet. And you called me improper.” He resumed his ministrations, moving his tongue to circle your clit and pushing two fingers into you and curling them up, causing your hips to buck into his face

                “Someday soon, I will have to make you show me how you touch yourself, my pet. So I know how to better please my queen.”

                “Y-yes my king.” You panted out as Loki added a third finger; the utterly sinful noises coming from between your legs were only driving your arousal further. Not only did Loki seem determined to make you cum, but to make an art out of it.

                “Good girl, pet. You will have two thrones. One in public,” He grinned wolfishly at you, green eyes flashing with power. “and one in our chambers.”

                “Uhm-I don’t…I don’t think…” Loki’s other hand smacked your clit hard, making you cry out.

                “If you can still think about denying me, or worse, INSULTING what is mine…I clearly haven’t done my job right.” Loki growled as he withdrew his fingers from you, making you clench around nothing. He brought his fingers his lips and made a show of lewdly slurping your juices off them. “Oh yes, far sweeter than anything I have tasted in my lifetime.”

Loki leaned down to kiss you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You were amazed at how powerful and confident his kiss made you feel. It was almost like you could feel his magic flowing through you. And it was driving you crazy with want. Especially with the way Loki was rolling his hips against yours.  He moaned into the kiss. “You can feel my energy can’t you, my powers? That’s you, My sweet little pet.”

“Wha- what do you mean?” your head was swimming in pleasure you’d never experienced before and here was Loki speaking in riddles.

“You’re the final piece to my latest spell, my element of sweetness.”

“What spell?”

“To make my siedr stronger; allowing me do things like keep you pinned to this bed and much more. There’s a spark inside of you that I’ve been able to draw out.”

“I have…magic?” you asked

                “Not exactly, pet. But you make a wonderful conductor. And I know what’ll the sparks really fly.” His lips found yours in a kiss that made you understand true passion. Your toes were curling and you were pressing your body against his as much as you could against his magic bonds.

                “Whatever your heart desires, it is yours pet. I shall pluck every star from the heavens, raze any planet to ash, I am your dagger, my queen. Wield me at your command.” Loki promised, his voice heavy and lustful.

                “Loki, please…fuck me.” You whimpered out, his words, the feeling of his cock grinding against your cunt, it was all so overwhelming and you were beginning to feel like you needed him like you needed oxygen.

                “Since you begged so sweetly.” With a wave of his hand, his trousers were gone. You gasped when you saw his cock. It was twice the size the guard’s had been, and far thicker. Dribbles of pre-cum ran down the side. You found yourself licking your lips, having never been a fan of the act before, now you were imagining Loki using your throat to warm his cock while sitting upon a throne.

                “Another time, pet.” Loki chuckled. “Right now, I must claim you as mine.” He leaned in to kiss you again as he pushed his cock inside you. He moved slowly at first, gently rolling his hips and allowing you to adjust to him. When he pulled his lips away, your heavy breaths turned to moans as you relished in the feeling of him. It was far better than your fingers had ever been able to reach and when he finally bottomed out, Loki used his thumb to rub small circles around your clit, making your pussy clench around him.

                “Oh my pet, you feel so warm and perfect around my cock. Like you were made for me. Made to be my beautiful queen, and my slutty fucktoy.” Suddenly he grinned and his eyes flashed with an idea… “In fact…” He snapped his fingers and your shoulders felt instant relief as you were able to move your arms; but only for a moment as Loki leaned down to grab your wrists in each hand. Before you could question him, you found yourself being turned over so you were looking down at loki now. “Now, my sweet little toy. Bounce for me.”  

Your wrists were tugged behind your back again by his magic, leaving Loki’s hands free to fondle your curves. When you didn’t move, he gave your waist a playful pinch. “I said, bounce, little rabbit.”

                “But won’t I…hurt you? I mean, I’ve never had a partner want me in their lap cause I know I’m…” your words were cut off by Loki squeezing your cheeks. He brought his face so close to yours you could smell your cunt on his breath when he spoke.

 “My gorgeous, beautiful, queen; If I hear another word from these perfectly plump lips that is detrimental to your shapely figure; I shall be forced to keep you bound to my bed until you can’t remember a single thing but your own pleasure. Is that understood?”

                “Y-yes, my king.” You said, not sure whether you were more scared of his threat, or how pleasurable the idea sounded.

                “Now, I believe I gave you a command, little bunny.” Loki reminded you, pressing a surprising chaste kiss to your cheek before resuming his hands’ ministrations.

                You slowly started rocking your hips to move up and down. The position wasn’t easy on your knees, but when your clit brushed against the hard chisel of Loki’s body, nothing else mattered. Loki kept one hand on your hip to help guide you while the other rolled your nipples between his fingers pulling every now and then and making you grind down on him hard.

                “That’s it, my pet. I shall show you how to walk the edge between pain and pleasure.” His hips were rising to meet yours as he chased his own pleasure. “Your quim is perfectly fit for my cock; and you are a true call to motion. I will have to have you painted like this.” His words were poetry that only drove you towards your climax faster.

                “Loki…my king…I need to…”

                “Yes, yes my pet! Cum for me and feel me filling you up. The first of many times to…come.” He said before his own orgasm grabbed hold of him; contorting his angelic face in pleasure while crying out your name and pushing his hips up, somehow forcing his cock even deeper within you.

                You swore you were seeing genuine stars behind your eyes as your climax crashed down over you. You could feel Loki’s cum inside you and running down your thighs as he rutted into you a few times, riding out his own orgasm. When you both were stilled, your arms came free and you were able to let yourself fall onto his chest.

                Loki’s arms engulfed you and he held you close to his chest. Your mind raced as your finger absently minded drew shapes on his chest.

                “Pet, I promised I wouldn’t read your mind, but I still can hear the thoughts twisting around.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before using his index finger lifted your chin to meet his eyes. “What troubles you?”

                “I just…I have never been the chosen favorite, the one actively pursued, But the way you look at me… I suppose I still worry that the rug will be pulled from beneath me.”

                “Oh my pet, When you move, I could never define all that you are to me. You are the rite of movement. When you move, I move. And your movements drive me to do impossible things, all for you.” Loki promised with another passionate kiss.

                “Rest now, darling. When we wake; we will have a wedding to planned.” He drew you in and you considered his words. When you move, I move. You smiled, allowing the truth of Loki’s devotion to you to wash over like the ocean and you resolved to be as devoted to him.

                “Yes, my king.”

[plussizefantasia]

hey lovely i was wondering if you could make me a loki x plus size girl insecure?

Pairing: Loki x Wife!PlusSize!reader ... word count: 1.5k .... Loki is a simp for his wife and I stand by that.

It was hard enough being married to a crown prince of Asgard, especially given your less-than-royal birth. Add to that being the complete opposite of your husband and people are bound to talk. Loki was devastatingly handsome, tall, and lithe with muscles wound tight underneath his skin. You were all sensuous curves and softness. Where he was rigid you bent, where he was cruel you were compassionate, where he was beautiful you were… not.

You didn’t always think so poorly of yourself. You used to admire your strength and the way that your body worked for you. When you were a baker’s daughter being able to heave large sacks of flour and having strong arms that were able to mix for hours was an asset. One that you didn’t need as a princess. Loki had sought you out, coming into the shop day after day just to see you with the excuse of getting breakfast.

“You’re the only one who seems to be able to make these delectable treats correctly darling.”

You would smile and bat your eyes, he was handsome and charming but way out of your league. He would be miles out of your league even if he wasn’t a prince but the fact that he was made the little fantasy that built up in your heart practically impossible.

It worked out though. Loki was relentless in his pursuit of you and eventually, you caved, his sweet words and whispered promises giving you the reassurance that you needed to take the leap into his waiting arms. You were married a few months later and you were a shopkeeper’s daughter one moment and a princess of Asgard the next. It was jarring and you were wholly unprepared for how drastic the change would be.

Whispers followed you for months, sneers and malicious words echoed in your ears and bounced around your brain. It seemed that the only person who had faith in you was Loki and even then he wasn’t around much to how it. Thor’s departure from Asgard had led to your husband getting an increase in duties which he loathed but needed to attend to regardless. Being a prince was one thing, being the only prince and one of the best warriors in that realm was another and it was taking a toll. Not only on your husband but your marriage as well. 

In the courting phase, the two of you didn’t go without talking to one another for more than a day, but as of today, it has been eight since you said anything more than hello and goodbye to your lover. Your days recently were busy, for both of you. Loki had decided to get you a governess, someone who could teach you the ins and outs of being a royal. 

Your lessons took up most of your time nowadays and leading the kingdom took up most of his. 

You can fully admit that you’re slipping. You can’t remember the last time you were this tired, this overwhelmed and this despondent. You had your days, of course, everyone did. But normally you husband would be there to soothe the ache in your soul, to kiss your bad thoughts away, and hold you in his arms until the storm brewing inside you quieted down. You wanted him, no, you needed him and he was nowhere to be found.

You didn't realize that it was midday until there was a pounding on your door. The sun streamed through the balcony and if you focused you could hear the bustle of the city in the distance. You had been awake for a while but your mind was far disconnected from your body and you had let time slip past you apparently.

You push yourself up from the plush warmth of your bed and make your way to the wooden door that separates the safety of your chambers and the real world that awaits you. Expecting a maid or Gods forbid your governess you opened the door slowly, peeking around the side of it. You weren't expecting your husband, nervously pacing and with a furrow in his brow. 

“Darling? Are you alright? Your handmaiden says you didn’t respond any of the times she tried to call for you and when I spoke to your governess she had said you missed your morning lesson. What is it? Are you ill? Should I send for a healer?”

He pushed past you and into the room, running his hands up and down your body looking all over for a sign that something was wrong. He studied your face for a good while as he shot out question after question.

“Dearest, relax. I am fine, simply tiered. I shall apologize my Madame Astrid when I go to my evening lesson.”

“Are you sure? It’s not like you to disappear for a day.”

“I promise Love, I am okay.” You shot him a smile, one that you really tried to make reach your eyes. Apparently, you failed because he placed his hands on either side of your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“Do not lie to me, I can always tell. Please, do not feel the need to hide anything from me my darling.”

“It is nothing I cannot take care of by myself.” 

‘You do not need to take care of anything on your lonesome, that is what I am here for. We promised to be there for one another, through perils and joys until the end of eternity. There is nothing that I would not do for you, no burden I would not help you carry if you only ask.” He kissed your forehead.

“I- I am so tired Loki.”

“Have you been resting enough? I can ask the kitchen to start preparing a soothing tea for you at night?”

“It is not my sleep, it is my mind. I am constantly thinking, and feeling and it is exhausting. I am not fit to be your princess, I'm so sorry my love.”

Loki sighed deeply and the sound carried the weight of the world within it. You were looking down and unable to see the tears welling in the trickster God’s eyes.

“Hush Darling, I did not marry you for your ability to be a good princess. I married you because my soul called for yours. I married you because your smile made all the darkness depart from my mind. I married you because you are my refuge. You do not need to be a perfect princess, I am sorry that you ever thought you did.”

“I love you Loki, and nothing in this life has made me as happy as you do but I fear that it is not enough. I cannot be all the things I need to be for you. I cannot be thin and lithe, I cannot spend hours a day studying how to be a fair and just ruler, and I certainly cannot keep waking up to an empty bed every morning and return to a sleeping husband every night.”

\ “My love, why have you not told me about any of this? It pains me to know that you are feeling such anguish.”

“When Loki?  When am I supposed to tell you? I am so happy that you have been able to step up and be the ruler you always wanted to be, and I understand that our warriors need someone to lead them, I wouldn’t dare ask more of you than that.”

“A king is nothing without his Queen, and a warrior has nothing to fight for if there isn’t something to come home to. I can never tell you how sorry I am for not being there for you these past few weeks. It is not something I will ever let happen again I promise you my love.” 

“Loki I do not mean to-”

‘I do. I mean to spend every waking moment thinking about you. I mean to take care your wounds, whether they are visible or not. I mean to be the husband you need and from now on that is all I shall devote my time to.”

“But what about your royal duties? What about the Army?”

“The advisors are more than capable of keeping things running smoothly and they’ll know where to find me when they need me. As far as the armies, Sif has been wanting to take over for a while now anyway. “

“Are you certain? I could never live with myself if you grew to resent me.”

“It’s not possible my darling, I could never hold anything but love for you in my heart. Now, I think it is high time that I show my beautiful wife how astonishing I find her.”

As Loki pulls you into his chest and begins to kiss you passionately you can feel the clouds in your mind departing. You relax into him and the storm brewing in your mind calms if only for a moment. You are not cured, not completely but with your husband by your side you think you might just get pretty close.

[bloomingfaes]

Yes please Thor 1 Loki smut….maybe with plus size reader 👀👀👀

Your wish is my command 😈

Devotion

Summary: After returning from a vigorous battle, Loki finds solitude in your welcoming company. Tending to his minor wounds, your hands are not the only thing that gives him pleasure that night.

Pairing: Thor 1 Loki x f!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: plus size reader, body worship, breast fucking, no use of y/n, praising, mentions of wounds, pre-established relationship, usage of old norse sayings

Music that inspired the writing

Smells of various floral arrangements filled the air with an intoxicating aroma, the room's golden hue glittering against their petals. You have prepared the room for your lover's return from battle, the brutal onslaught lasting for many suns and moons. It had begun to weigh heavily on your mind, each night causing you to lose more and more sleep from anxiety. But you had to remind yourself that your significant other was not a mere mortal, but a GOD of pure strength and cunning wit. It would take a lot more than a mere blade to bring him down to lay upon the earth.

He was unstoppable.

Heavy gilded doors began to slowly open as you turned towards its sound, your heart racing in your caged chest wildly in anticipation. There, your beloved stood with sweat upon his forehead, his usual clean leather attire covered in dust and crimson shades of his enemies essence. A small cut formed on his upper left brow, his raven short locks tousled around his chiseled features as he released heavy breaths. It made your breath halt in your lungs, his lithe form moving towards you in a graceful motion.

" Elskuga ... " ( old norse for lover )

You could not hold back your wide smile, hands outstretching in his direction before finding home in his damp hair. His soft lips trailed along your heated cheek, nostrils flaring while giving a pleasing sigh in relief.

" Have you missed me? ", he murmured sensually, your fingers moving to cup both sides of his pale face while gazing in those eyes that haunted you for days.

" More than you know... "

Your brows furrowed with concern from the cut upon his forehead, a tender finger lifting to graze along it curiously. You could've sworn you heard a small hiss in response, his eyes never leaving you as you gazed him over.

" Come, let me tend to your wounds my love. "

Loki held back his protest with self control, settling upon a fur covered chair with a gentle huff. Your smile never faltered as you began to brush a damp cloth against his wound, blood staining the white cotton with each motion. It reminded you of the many times you would clean his cuts from your adventures as children, always after a long day of rough housing with Sif and the Warriors Three. You were often the healer of the group, Thor insisting that it was your path in life. Perhaps it was, though you would rather join them on their outlandish escapades.

However now you have found purpose in the arts of mending.

" Are all these flowers for me? "

A small giggle escapes your lips, his head lifting to gaze into your eyes with mischief.

" Only if you came back victorious, which you have definitely proven to be true. "

The Prince released a small hum in approval, a hand lifting to gently graze along your thigh against the silk of your dress.

" And would you have done the same if I came back defeated? "

You pause your movement, eyes glittering with playfulness before finishing cleaning his cut.

" We all know that would have not happened, my love. "

You both chuckle in earnest, his smile causing your heart to clench in your chest with pure adoration.

Loki gazes upon you as if you were a beacon a light, entranced by your beauty and utter kindness. The two of you haven’t engaged in this romantic relationship until the year prior, your hearts intertwining the moment you confessed your love to him. Since then you have been inseparable, and of course this spurred on gossiping within the palace's halls of the scandal between a prince and a commoner. But neither of you seemed to find a care in the world, often blocking out those whispers with shared kisses and giggles in front of their stares.

Love often found it's way.

" Ek ann þér .. " ( I love you )

Those words slithered from his lips with a lustful tone, the verbiage causing a heat to stir deep within your belly. It was a siren calling, your body moving to settle upon his lap with a soft sigh in acceptance. You needed this more than anything, your body craving for his touch since the moment he left Asgard's walls nights before.

And perhaps, he needed this more than you.

" Take me, my love... "

It was all he needed to hear, a pained gasp emitting before crashing his lips against your own. He was starving for you, tender hands lifting to trail along your curvy frame with purpose. Every touch caused a hitch to form past your lips, the noise swallowed as he drove deeper with his tongue. Loki settles his hands to cup your tender breasts with vigor, hips pulsing upwards as you both moan heatedly in response.

" - ... Loki ... "

You pull away for air with short pants, his mouth slack whilst moving to ghost along your sensitive throat wantonly. You could smell the dirt and grim upon his leather attire, nostrils flaring with the intoxicating aroma. It was causing your mind to melt within your skull, unaware of the sudden change in movement before you were snapped back into reality from the gentle lay upon the bed. He wanted to absolutely devour you, pupils blown from his arousal as he panted above your frame.

" I need you ... Need you ... ", he begged under his breath, shaking hands moving frantically to pull upon your silk intricate dress.

He needed this off you now, as if you would suddenly disappear if he wasn't fast enough. You arched your back to give him better access, the fabric unveiling your gorgeous form for his eyes to swallow greedily. To him, you were a GODDESS, each dip of your body and each little plump area a pure masterpiece. His hands couldn't help but softly kneed everywhere, to the softness of your hips to the roundness of your belly.

Loki released a gentle groan in anticipation, your breaths sounding lightly as you gazed with pure adoration. Your long locks tousled around your features like a halo, a perfect fitting for an angel such as yourself as he thought to himself. The both of you could stay this way for eternity, never once hearing the outside world. Only the two of you, basked in each other's love.

If only it were that simple.

Your needy whines snaps the prince back to reality, his jaw slack as he tenderly massages your chest with a pleased moan from the fullness. It feels divine, each motion causing your heart to flutter in response. But you wanted to feel MORE of him, and with this thought your hands trail downward towards his trousers in hunger.

His eyes snap in your trailing, chest heaving with excitement before lifting to your blown pupils with uncertainty.

" A-Are you sure? You don't... "

A small hush escapes you, fingers finding their purpose to dip within leather. You grasp his heated manhood with a gentle embrace, his lips parting to emit a wanton moan.

" I want this more than anything, my love.."

It was all he needed to hear, that confirmation. Those words were his utter demise, as if a mask cracked and began to unleash his true potential. A guttural groan escapes him as he quickly moves to unveil his cock, your hands still grasping it's hardness as it twitches with excitement. You guide it to lay between your heavy breasts, his back arching forward while pushing the twin flesh together.

" ... Open your mouth .. "

Gods you could die right here and now, your brows knitting together in concentration as you open your plump lips willingly for his pleasure. Tonight, this was for him, all this pent up energy from his previous battle to all be released. The Prince couldn't be more lucky to have you in his stead.

" That's a good girl... just like that... "

With a twist of his hips, Loki begins to thrust between the mounds of flesh with slow sensual movements. The tip of his cock brushed along your bottom lip gently, your tongue occasionally popping out to catch a taste of pre-cum that dabbled on the head. He was so beautiful above you, once slick raven hair now tousled around his flushed features. His mouth slightly open with tight brows in concentration. He can't get enough of you, each roll of his hips causing a gentle moan with a clench of his jaw.

" So beautiful - ... f-fuck... "

It was not often you heard the Prince of Asgard say such vulgar words, but when you did you could not help but smirk in victory. You, of all people were bringing royalty to fall upon his own knees.

That was all you needed to feel that success.

Your hands moved to wrap your fingers around his wrist encouragingly, his hips moving more into a frantic pace.

" That's it my love... I got you ... ", you whisper softly, your eyes never once leaving his as your mouth begins to suckle upon the tip of his reddening cock. He's an utter mess, small whimpers escaping him as the base of his member is nestled between your tits. His hands are almost painfully grasping you, not that you mind of course but actually edge him on. Your cheeks hollow to suction more firmly, each roll of his hips driving the tip deeper into your willing mouth.

" I-I'm gonna ... ", he cannot breathe as he snaps his hips with a final thrust, body convulsing with a loud wanton whimper as he spills his seed on your plush tongue. You've missed this taste, a moan of your own emitting while you continue to suckle every last drop. His fingers are digging into your breasts, head rolling forward with heavy breaths. He is utterly spent before you, a smile forming on your used lips before releasing with a lewd pop.

" Norns -... "

It was then that he pulls away from you, finally falling to lay on top of your soft frame with heavy gasps in relief. Your hands lift to brush lovingly in his short locks, the side of his cheek resting on your chest to hear the quickness of your heartbeat.

The Prince has found solace in your company, and that thought alone was enough to send you into pure contentment.

[lexluvswriting]

♛ Princess Treatment.

“Ain’t it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain’t it exciting you, the rumble where you lay?”

- NFWMB; Hozier.

-> Pairing: Loki x plus-size! princess! reader.

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader (she/her), fem genitalia used, plus-size reader, allusions to low self-confidence and harmful behaviours, mentions of fat shaming, princess reader au! Loki is a doting, loving, lowkey-obsessed partner who loves to see us shine! Breeding! DON’T be like these dummies, regardless of what timeline ur in. Wrap. Before. You. Tap.

-> TW: porn with slight plot; no use of y/n; soft-ish dom!Loki x sub!reader; unprotected p in v sex; oral sex (f receiving); face-sitting; praising (f receiving); body worship (f receiving); dirty talk; breeding (lol); mirror sex, mirror sex, mirror sex!

W/C: 4.8

╰┈➤ Lex's note: thanks to this anon’s req, you all have this!! firstly: i am so sorry for ghosting, and being super late in my fic posting!!! it wasn’t intentional at all 😔 (uni is hard & mental health takes a toll T-T). second: Loki! Likes! Thick! Girls! anyway- Hozier did inspire this, HOW DID YOU KNOW?? indeed, NOTHING fucks with Loki's baby. I hope i did this request justice AND i hope we all giggle & squeal at this beautiful God the way i did. TYSM ANON for requesting <3 <3

“I do not believe this to be a fair council if we are not considering the voices of the people.”

Your voice was clear as you stood to say your piece, smoothing one of the ruffles along the waistline of your dress as you did so. Your head was held high as you spoke, commanding the attention of all the others who were part of this monthly council- the royals from the territories surrounding Asgard would convene at certain locations routinely to discuss oncoming threats, or other diplomatic concerns as ‘equals’, with today’s meeting taking place in one of King Odin’s many conference chambers.

“Malekith’s constant threats put strain on our territories, yes, but also on our citizens. Pulling more tithe from our villages will not warrant greater victory- I believe that it will worsen the tensions that are already rising.” As you continued your advocacy, you glanced around to ensure you held each attendant’s attention, before your eyes settled on blue irises that twinkled with usual cunning charm. Your mouth was on auto-pilot- this speech rehearsed to the point where you mumbled it in your sleep at times- allowing you to focus on the beauty of the prince across the table. His eyes of blue, like Jotunheim ice, watched you with a fondness only you could recognise while he reclined in his chair, flipping his dagger as he listened to you. Each time you felt flustered, you’d look back to him, for his eyes to soften and his chin to dip in the smallest, softest of encouraging nods, flushing out your nerves and leaving a sensual warmth that started in your chest and leaked into your lower stomach. You could do this. You could do this, then retreat back to the comfort of your lover’s room and let him coddle you like he loved to do.

“As lovely as your attempts are, princess, we do not have time to shed wasteful tears over a few peasant bodies.” A dry, dismissive voice cut you off before you could conclude; the callousness in his mention of the ‘peasants’- including your own people- made your fists curl. An older man from a neighbouring kingdom waved his hand dismissively as he sat back in his chair, swirling his goblet lazily. He barely spared you a glance, shaking his head as he continued with a bored expression,

“We deploy soldiers to protect these peasants. What do they need to fear? They are expected to provide mass harvests, and we deploy mass protection. If they do not know how to serve their kingdoms, why should we prioritise the preservation of such useless people?” 

Your breath stopped, eyes widening as you turned to him directly, yet you sensed Loki go deadly still in your peripheral, noticing the way he caught the dagger, blade facing up, holding it a little tighter as the lord spoke.

“Their families are starving enough as it is. They do not control the weather, nor the integrity of the soil! We cannot possibly place more expectations-”

“If they were worried about providing for their kingdoms, they would not be so reckless in their breeding, princess. If they were smarter, they’d sacrifice a few of those runts to gain more supplies. That, my dear, is why the rich stay rich, and the poor stay poor.” He droned on, the lord’s beady eyes finally looking at you, up and down slowly before his lip curled in a sneer,

“Perhaps their ‘starvation’ is simply a thinness they’ve earnt from working as hard as they have. Not that one might expect you to understand, princess.” The comment left a bitter taste in your mouth, making your throat tighten as the room suddenly went cold. You felt as if every pair of eyes watched you- scrutinising your rounder, curvier appearance compared to others. Granted, you weren’t the most ‘conforming’ to society’s beauty standards as far as princesses went within the nine realms, but you had believed your curvier body type was representative- beautiful- despite the criticisms. Yet the current whispers that swirled from around the room, the stares that your paranoia sucked in greedily, it made you want to crumble in a little heap and wither. In that moment, your stomach tightened, as if it would never eat again, and you felt yourself sucking in, straightening your posture subconsciously at his twisted, barbed retort.

“What exactly are you trying to imply?” The voice that spoke up was not your own but rather, the God of Mischief who stayed reclined. You watched him, slowly twirling his dagger between his fingers again- a calculating, threatening display of dexterity that made the bystanders in the room stiffen- while he cocked his head the way a beast would before devouring its prey. You had been on the receiving end of that stare many a time, but his eyes would not gleam with murderous intent; rather a hunger, as if you were a Goddess offering your nectar to a starving man. Yet even that memory couldn’t quell the uneasiness you felt as you slowly sat down, still silent.

“I did not say you could sit, princess.”

Your thighs had barely touched the edge of the chair as you froze, eyes flicking up to meet Loki’s who watched you with that mischievous gleam; plotting, planning, the way he usually was. You tried to shake your head, not wanting to be in the spotlight any longer, but he nodded, pointing his dagger at you as if it were a goblet- finally stirring something in you at his protectiveness,

“I’d like to hear you finish,” Your thighs squeezed together at the implication, “Your ideas seemed very promising- far more fulfilling than the vitriol I’ve heard during the earlier half of this forsaken meeting.” Huffs and murmurs of protest started, before being hushed as Thor- a supporter of your’s and his brother’s private relationship- cleared his throat, nodding at you to continue.

You hesitated, swallowing thickly as you slowly stood up again, voice considerably less confident than before as you completed your proposal, which had left the other participants nodding or murmuring contemplatively to those next to them. The lord who had insulted you simply rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his goblet before chiming in again- as if he couldn’t help himself-

“Ah, yes. The people’s princess. Forgive me for being so ‘out of order’,” His sneer told you the exact opposite as he sat back with a sigh, “At least they’ll know who to come to for meat if your lands are ever amidst a siege.” He muttered under his breath, earning a few malicious sneers and snickers, and as Loki snarled, Thor banged his hammer against the table,

“That will conclude this meeting. We will return later, when we have remembered how to behave like proper royals, and not barbaric animals.” He growled, the threat evident in his voice. You didn’t meet Loki’s gaze as you ducked your head, the first one to leave the meeting hall with tears that welled quickly.

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“I never want to go to another meeting again.”

“Oh, my darling, don’t say that.” He murmured, pressing kisses to the crown of your head as you buried your face against his torso. He had been laid back against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you after the meeting with his arms out wide as soon as you entered, and you crawled into them with teary eyes, sniffling as you lay in between his legs, face nuzzled against his torso as you cried a little.

“I feel absolutely humiliated!”

“My darling- my little Goddess- your father sends you as a representative to these meetings because he sees your brilliance, as do I-”

“Yet they all laughed at me!”

“Nobody would dare, my love, not unless they wanted my daggers carving out their insides.” His voice had remained soothing as he cooed praises, one hand rubbing your back while the other loosened the ties of your dress, letting you relax more, breathing freely as the corset underneath the bodice stopped crushing your chest and compressing your internal organs.

“He was right.”

“Who, love?” He hummed, barely listening to your vent, more focused on soothing you and your body- his vice, as he’d tell you whenever he was in between your legs, or looking up at you as you’d ride him- only to pause at your next words.

“The lord.” You sniffled, looking up at him with teary eyes as you shuffled slightly, climbing up him to rest your head against his chest.

“The lord? The lord is an insignificant fool- a worm who has been left alive to wriggle for too long. You are wonderful, beloved-”

“Loki.” You groaned, sullen as you hid your face against his neck, not in the mood for sympathy- regardless of how sincere it may have been.

“Be honest with yourself!” You snapped, the anger not even anger at all, but a storm of self-doubt, harsh self-criticism and insecurity,

“All these nobles see is a frumpy pig in pearls & frilly dresses, alright? So let us say it for what it is. I am fat. I am fat, and hard to look at, and I don’t even look like a proper princess-”

“Never,” He had flipped you both over faster than you could blink, his snarl protective as he grabbed your face with his left hand, pinning your hands above your head on the pillow with your right, rearranging your positions with that unfair godly strength he possessed, “Utter that filth again.”

Your tears had stopped in their tracks; doe eyes wide as you looked up at him, pouty lips parted in shock, face slightly flushed from crying.

“For as long as the sun brings day, and the moon calls night, I never want to hear you utter such horrid curses. Not a damn word. Do you hear me?” He growled, fingers holding your chin firmly before his hand cupped the side of your face instead, thumb brushing away the tears that lingered before he rubbed at the soft squish of your cheek. His index and thumb pinched at the apples of your cheek- the only apples he’d crave as long as he lived- gently, before kissing either side of your face.

“You are the only woman in all nine realms I love. You are the only woman I want; be it above me, beneath me or by my side. You may be the people’s princess, but you are a queen to me. The only woman I would kneel for- be it in the comfort of our bed chambers, or in the middle of the damn courtyard. Understand?” His words reverberated in your ears, rattling around your puddle of a brain before slinking over your heart and straight down to your core. The warmth he had triggered when he defended you during the meeting came back again in full force, your breathing hitching as you gawked up at him, before finally nodding dumbly, as if you had lost all ability to speak.

“If this is truly how you feel, then I must be punished for failing you.”

You blinked, trying to understand where he was going with this- your sulky voice a mere squeak as you echoed his words,

“P… punished?-”

“Oh, yes. Severely punished, for failing to present just how infatuated I am.” He murmured lowly as if this was a grave offence, his cock stirring in his pants as he saw your brain working behind your eyes; the way the words clicked and the way your thighs squeezed together, making your cheeks redden as your lips quivered.

“If I have to fuck my love into you for you to remember how beautiful you are, then I will make sure neither of us leave this bed until I have done it successfully.” His voice had taken a husky dive, your stomach coiling as your chest puffed up, nipples pebbling beneath the layers of fabric making up the bodice of your dress. Your body responded for you, tears drying to accommodate the curious twinkles of desire that began to shine through instead. His hands moved slowly, grabbing at the clothed flesh of your shapely hips, before slowly moving up over your body- your heart racing, even skipping a few beats from the intensity that he stared at you with- before his palms cupped your breasts. The soft mounds of your body could not simply be contained by a God’s measly palm, as if testament to your beauty, and he groaned at the sight, before grabbing his dagger impatiently, making you squeak,

“Loki!” You grabbed his hand, “I like this gown.” You mumbled, the lust glazing over your irises, making him huff softly before discarding the small weapon, only to pull you to sit up right on the bed with him, ridding you of the garment as he pulled it off.

“I could have bought you ten more. Ten more dresses to adorn this heavenly body.” His praise was a hungry growl- the timbre of his voice becoming more and more telling of his lustful desires- as his lips found purchase against the top of your breasts, making you gasp as his hands grabbed at the globes of your rear- his cock twitching at each whimper, straining unbearably against his pants as he beheld you. His princess. His darling. 

And he’d happily slaughter anyone who threatened your comfort.

“Look at yourself, princess,”

His hands turned you around like you were a ragdoll, squeezing your hips as he pressed his own against the flesh of your ass, making you whine softly as you shut your eyes, knowing exactly where he had positioned you both. He knelt behind you on the bed, making you sit on your knees while he peeked over your shoulder, resting his chin on the surface, his icy eyes meeting yours in the mirror in front of his bed after a soft squeeze of your breast made your eyes flutter open.

“Loki-”

“Hush, my darling. I know what you want… my needy little princess. My precious girl.”

His praises only made your cunt clench eagerly, the emptiness making you whine as your eyes followed the way his hands roamed over you in the mirror. Where you saw cellulite and stretch marks, he saw health. Where you saw rolls of fat and pudginess, he saw comfort. Your breasts were his pillows, your thighs his ear muffs during the colder seasons; your body was his home, and he planned to show you just how much it all meant to him. How much you meant to him.

“You know, darling, in Jotunheim… where I was born?” A squeeze of your left breast, fingers gently capturing your nipple between them to toy with while he murmured in your ear between kisses,

“The male giants believe that the bigger their mate, the healthier their children would be. And for you, my princess, the giants would see curves like yours and go to war in your name.” He hummed, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck while he teased your body gently, your breathy whines and heedy noises making him feral. Your eyes widened at his words, before his other hand cupped your mound, barely giving you time to adjust before his teeth marked your skin, making you moan abruptly. You saw the way he smiled wolfishly in the reflection of the mirror, his low chuckle alluring to your senses as he purred in your ear,

“Does that appeal to you, princess? Wielding the knowledge that your body alone appeals to my base desires- my primal needs?” He growled the word accordingly, and you bucked your hips back into his clothed cock while his fingers sampled the wetness pooling in the apex between your thighs. 

“Loki-”

“Allow me, my love, to make you feel like a queen tonight.”

As if he didn’t do that anyway.

He pulled away, before lying down with his head near the foot of the bed, so you’d see your reflection as he pulled you up to straddle his chest.

“My face is your throne, beloved. And I’d like to taste everything you have to offer.” He murmured, making your heart leap up to your throat, before plummeting straight down to your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your pillowy thighs, the sensation of him handling you making you squeak. Once your dripping cunt was hovering over his face, he groaned softly, as if he had been starving, and your hands braced his arms gently as you mumbled his name, before inclining your head. He watched curiously, before realising his mistake and let magic dissolve his clothing, leaving you both equally bare, his cock jumping at the way your thighs squeezed slightly, enjoying the sight of his nakedness.

Without further ado, he pulled you down- the movement making you squeal lightly- until your lower lips connected with his. He pressed a loving kiss to your mound- the feeling making you shiver- his tongue poking out at your glistening folds, tasting your honey greedily as he lapped at you. The taste of you made his cock jump, combined with the string of moans and mewls you released while his tongue wrote a love letter between your legs. You cried out his name in a strained moan, hands immediately grabbing at his silken locks for some sort of stability while he smothered himself in your nectar, absolutely drinking you in like you were his last meal. Every single time he did this, it always managed to get better and better- how? You had no damn clue.

“Look at yourself for me, pet.” His voice sounded in your muddled brain, despite his mouth being occupied, making you look up towards the mirror in shock, only to notice a slightly greenish tinge to your eyes- green from his magic as you realised he was looking through your eyes, both of you watching the sight of yourself atop his face. The both of you enjoyed the way your body jerked and jumped in the mirror as his head moved eagerly, hands squeezing at the plump fat of your inner thighs as he ate you out eagerly, like it was his favourite activity.

“You know it is.” His wicked, wicked voice of liquid sex appeal reverberated, making you whine, unable to even scowl from the way his tongue kept your eyes fluttering shut; only to feel his teeth nip at your inner thigh, a silent reminder to keep them open and on the mirror.

“You’re going to watch yourself, and watch the beauty that I am blessed with, as I make you come. Do you understand me, princess?”

You nodded dumbly, giving in to his demands as you weakly rode his face, his hands moving your hips along as he groaned into your mound, nose nudging the top of your wet cunt while his tongue stroked you, delving past and into your hole, making your gasp break into a weak whine as your head lolled back. Your brain was fuzzy, and you found yourself whining his name- which only made him harder and harder while he moaned at the taste, feeling and sound of you. If fate were to have him at your feet, only to serve you, he’d happily give up his titles to do so; especially with the way you looked above him right now. Soon enough, he was pulling an orgasm from you- your voice increasing higher in pitch, cracking more and more as you grunted and whimpered between moans, your breathing uneven as you tried your best to watch yourself, or more importantly, him between your legs. His neglected cock wept with beads of pre-cum from the blissful torture of hearing you, yet not being used to please you. He could have come from your moans alone, but he held back, determined to drive his point home- as well as drive into you.

“Oh, Loki- Loki I’m- mmm- I- ah-”

“It’s alright, darling. I’m right here.”

“I’m so close- so close-”

“Come for me, princess. My beautiful, beautiful princess.”

His coo made you squeak, before crying out as your release slammed into you, warmth flooding your lower stomach and gushing out, with Loki groaning happily as you sated his hunger yet again. You watched yourself, the way your eyes were half-lidded, the way you had some sort of blissful after-glow after he pulled such an orgasm from your core. You trembled slightly, whimpering as he gently guided your legs back, helping to shuffle you until you were resting against his painfully neglected erection- flinching slightly as he hissed upon feeling the warmth of your plush thighs snug against his hips, and the warmth radiating off your needy cunt.

“There you are… there’s my girl… my beautiful girl.” 

He groaned huskily, pushing himself up to kiss you, making you mewl at the taste of yourself on his lips, on his tongue as it swirled against yours in a hedonistic display.

“Are you convinced yet, my love? Or shall I continue until you have no choice but to agree?” He was absolutely drunk off of your essence as he asked it, his hips lifting up into you lightly, rubbing himself against your wetness as he watched your eyes flutter shut for a moment to enjoy the feeling of himagainst your slit. Seeing the way he was so determined to please you, it made your mind reel; the fondness in his gaze as he watched you come, the tenderness he showered you with as he kissed you, before leaning back on his elbows, looking at you like that? It certainly made something in your brain switch.

“I…” You bit your lip, before nodding as you mustered up the courage, “I want to watch myself ride you.”

As soon as you said that, you could have sworn Loki whimpered- your eyes widening as he grabbed at your hips- pawing at you like he was some desperate concubine.

“Please- please ride me, my princess. Please, let me watch you- let me see through your eyes.” He murmured, leaning up to latch onto one of your heavy breasts, his tongue warm against your hardened nipple; the sensation making you gasp a breathy “Yes,” earning a hungry groan as he shifted, aligning himself with your entrance. You glanced down at where his mouth found purchase against your chest, his eyes on you as he pulled away, probably to kiss you, only to freeze as he felt you begin to sink down on him slowly.

You both gasped softly, before moaning together at the sensation- as if you two didn’t do this many times before- his head tilting back and his eyes screwing shut.

“Oh, my princess- my beautiful girl- Norns, you feel so good-” He growled out, hands grabbing your hips like a lifeline as he let you set the pace. Your attention, however, was focused on the mirror as you watched yourself, from the way your curves rippled with each moment of impact, to the way his hands grabbed at your soft, comforting flesh; fingers digging into the comfort of your skin for solace. Your warm, tight cunt gripped him for dear life as you rolled your body against his, hands splayed against his chest as you bounced so nicely.

The fat head of his cock found your spot easily- his sensitive tip prodding against your gummy walls over and over- eliciting gasps of his name as you watched his shaft disappear into you over and over.

“Who’s my princess?”

He cooed, his voice like velvet, making you clench more around him- to which he chuckled at- before flexing his hips up into you, helping you feel all of him as you impaled yourself on his wide cock. You could only whine at his praise, your cheeks warming as your hands flinched up to hide your face, only for his hands to catch your wrists and pull them back to his chest,

“Ah, ah. That’s not what I asked, darling. I said,” His hips bucked up into you to prove his point, the harsh, sudden thrust making you moan,

“Who’s my princess?”

Your brain was practically a gushing puddle of matter, your face the epitome of raw, unadulterated pleasure. You had stopped watching the mirror, eyes blurring as you lost yourself in the pulses of that warm, wonderful feeling he gifted you with every time the tip of him hit your spongy walls, yet you mumbled out an almost incoherent, “I am,” earning you a growl of approval and

More.

Hard.

Thrusts.

Thrusts that left you moaning and whining helplessly as you grabbed at his hands, fingers interlacing together as your body tightened again from the sensitivity of your recent orgasm, and the sensation of your wonderful body clenching around him made the God groan your name, along with curses in an old language that sent warmth thrumming for you. Your mewls joined his groans in a raw melody of love and lust; his infatuation with you seeming to grow stronger with every thrust, every beautiful, sinful noise you made.

“Tell me darling, do you like what you see?”

His voice was strained as he fucked up into you, his arms wrapping around your hips, holding you flush against him while he bucked his hips. The combined sounds of wet arousal from your cunt, and skin slapping against skin as his thighs smacked against your plush rear, made you squeak out his name, barely registering his words.

“So beautiful, my princess… My Goddess, my beautiful girl.” He grunted, his eyes glazed over with lust, yet the expression he gave you was nothing but adoration before he slowed his thrusts suddenly. You blinked, whimpering a noise of confusion before he repositioned you with careful movements, laying you across his bed and parallel to the mirror opposite, so you both could watch the scene that played out together as he slid back inside you again, hands gripping your hips as he restrained his thrusts to slow rolls, the gentle, consistent pace making you sigh, toes curling as he peppered your body with kisses.

“I should worship you properly, my darling- should fill you with my seed ‘til you give me a bunch of beautiful little heirs.” He groaned, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watched you, while your eyes watched the mirror, meeting his gaze for the moment to nod- the both of you like irresponsible teenagers as he humped into you desperately- your own lip caught between your teeth, eyes all wide and innocent-like, which made him growl and increase the pace of his hips.

“Do you want that, my pretty Goddess? Want me to worship you properly?” He grabbed your face, turning your head to face him as your lips caught in a searing kiss. He swallows your moans greedily, guttural noises sounding from the back of his throat as he kissed you over and over.

“Please, Loki.”

You barely recognised your voice, with how soft and whiny it was, and your body was absolutely sensitive- his thrusts sending jolts of pleasure so strong that it ruined the integrity of your muscles- your legs trembling as he cupped under your thighs, folding you over slightly and swearing as he felt your body tighten greedily, as if you were anticipating his release.

“Mm? Tell me, my darling, tell me what you need of me. How can I reward you, my princess?”

His voice had lowered huskily as he repeatedly buried himself within you. The action had you seeing stars, making you cry out for him before you pleaded weakly,

“Please, please- I want you to come-”

You pawed at his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as best you could while you kissed him. Your pleas fell on listening ears, and the God rewarded you with a guttural groan, one specific thrust forcing out an orgasm you didn’t even know was building- the action making you all but keen for him- as your body clenched. Your mound tightened around him with the intent to milk him dry, and he finally let himself come- slamming his hips into you with a sense of finality- while he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted, with his cock twitching and jumping as he drained himself, every last hot rope of white painting your pretty walls. He stayed in you until he softened, as if to make real on his promise of fucking his love into you, before he collapsed beside you on the bed with a hum of content.

You had both come down from your highs together, and he had wrapped you up in his arms to pepper your face with kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and that made you giggle.

“Shall I kill that lord, for you, my love?”

“Loki.”

“It is but an innocent suggestion, my princess. Only to work in your favour.”

“Loki.”

“Alright, alright. But you must admit, I did do what I said I would, no?”

“Gods help me.”

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: i hope you guys love this as much as i did! pls feel free to request any time!! <3 L'autunno ch:5 & 6 are definitely otw, as well as another req for (you guessed it) Loki!! hehe. thank you for reading, my loves!!

[witchthewriter]

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: nsfw included

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

INFJ

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral > Good

Gemini Sun, Leo Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Loki loves you no matter what size you are or how you look on the outside

・Even though your insecurities are valid, it doesn’t mean Loki sees them as such. They know how much your thoughts affect you. So they do the best they can, to make you feel comfortable in your own skin

・In different cultures beauty is recognised differently.

・What is known as "beautiful" on Earth, isn't the same everywhere else (hell, even different countries have a different view on beauty).

・And with Loki who has seen many things over the course of his life, what he deems as attractive is different to what others may.

・So when he saw you, he thought you were one of the most beautiful people in the universe.

・You didn't believe him at first, when he gave you compliments here and there. After all, he was evil in your eyes.

・You thought he was making fun of you, trying to manipulate you. It's just what you automatically thought - as you it's what you were told.

・Time had changed him, experiences and circumstances turned him from self-centred to compassionate.

・And so you were shocked when you overheard him defend you one afternoon

・You didn't believe in soulmates, it didn't make sense to have one perfect person

・But you felt it. That pull towards him, like a tether, or a piece of string.

・No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, you couldn't stop the gut feeling of needing to be around him

・Your relationship slowly started to turn when he asked about your interests

・And when you found something in common, you spent so much time together.

・One night, after spending all day together, he said something that solidified your relationship as a romantic one

"Y/n, I don't think I could live this life without you. But if this is all I get, this time we have spent together -then I am glad to have it." His voice wavered, and he whispered, "I would die a happy man."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

What We Thought Was Hate Was Actually Just Deep-Seeded Love

Beauty and the Beast

Soulmates

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Crown of Jaehaerys by Ramin Djawadi

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it. 

・Loves when you sit on his face. Just having your whole weight smothering him, surrounding him... the thought turns him on, on the spot

・A lot of the time it's Loki initiating intimacy. There's an insatiable need that he has for you.

・When you become comfortable in the relationship, Loki would open up about his fantasies.

・His biggest ones are actually very different. He still has a deep desire to be in charge; to sit on a throne and be worshipped

・And then his other is to be the worshipper, to be on his knees and told what to do

・Loves having his hair pulled. The feeling of fingers grabbing at his scalp, forcing him to look into your eyes.

・He needs to hear your moans, especially when it's his name

・Loki is ... quite a few years older than you. Which means he has a lot of experience. During those years, Loki was constantly trying to find the right person, but he soon found out that they didn't exist. Until he met you. Now everyone else is forgettable

・Intimate moments always have an element of playfulness. Loki's smirk is never too far away

・Loki also likes eating ass and having his ass ... ate

[star-crossed-sluts]

Could you please write a loki x reader. Reader gains weight on accident at first but loki likes it so he gets reader to gain more. Fem reader.

If not it’s okay <3

I love writing about men discovering they like reader chubby <3 This is my first time writing third person limited focused on the male lead, so any feedback would be cherished

Contents: 1.1kwords, love mentions, weight gain and associated body changes/insecurities, giggly sex

Minors DNI

You are responsible for your own media consumption

Loki’s never been… particular, shall we say? 

Sex was nothing to him. A means to an end, no care for any specific physical form for his partner to have, let alone prefer it. Love on the other hand was something he’d never dreamed of having for himself - some abstract concept that didn’t exist, at least not for him. He never thought for a second that love was something he would hold in his arms every dawn and dusk, or that he could taste it in homemade cooking and smell it in the bathroom after you’d showered. 

In that aspect, you’d managed to exceed all the expectations he’d never had.

“Fuck!”

Loki never knew how terrible love could be. How his heart could drop out of his body just from a vulgar word in the other room, or how he could be so worried he could completely forget about using magic to get to you faster. Not until he was running through your apartment (which he was slowly and methodically laying his own claim to, until he was so ingrained in your life you couldn’t get rid of him. Naturally.) Why would anyone subject themselves to something that could hurt so much?

And then he laid eyes on your half-nude form and remembered.

Because you were standing in the middle of your bedroom in your undergarments (“please just call them panties,” you’d always beg) and he had the absolute privilege to stare at you as perversely as he desired. If another man thought of you the way he did, he’d have to reconsider world domination. Put the fear of the gods back into those mortals. 

But when you spun around to face him, you had a sour look puckering your lovely features. “You,” you accused, jabbing a finger at him, “are at fault here!”

“Probably,” he conceded instantly. “What have I done?”

You threw some of your clothes at him. He recognized them. You called them the good jeans. He called them infernal invention that keeps me from your sweet pussy. “They don’t fit anymore!”

He tried not to show his pleasure too much. “Oh?” He immediately knew he’d failed, your glare furthering. 

“Oh,” you mocked, a thick British accent on the word. “This is your fault, y’know? Before you, I ate pretty healthy. Now I’m going out every other night to restaurants that smother everything in butter and wine-”

“You’re upset about going out?”

Loki could practically watch memories of the delicious food you’ve been sharing dance through your vision, inducing a small dreamy sigh. “No,” you decided, “no, I’m not. No, I just-” You huffed, falling against his chest and trusting him to both hold you upright and comfort you - which he did happily. “I’m just frustrated because now I have to actually put effort into working out or find new jeans.”

And, well, Loki was adamantly against more jeans, so he may have gently swayed you to the other option. After all, he wanted you happy, and he didn’t care what your form looked like to make that happen.

Until he got you undressed in a different circumstance. 

Until he was bullying his way into your sweet cunt with your soft form pressed against him. Your breasts bouncing against the hard plane of his chest, thick thighs hooked over his slim hips, heels pressed into the small of his back. You felt like velvet all over - from the soft skin pulled taut over wide hips in his hands to the wet heat wrapped around his cock. He hasn’t been so close to blowing his load so soon since his first time between your thighs. 

“Look so beautiful, my love,” spilled from his lips like a waterfall. He simply couldn’t hold it back, and besides that, he wouldn’t want to. His Queen deserved to know just how stunning she was, every minute of the day. Especially when it made you moan into his ear, hand snapping over your mouth like you could take it back, turning away from him even as your hips met his with every thrust. 

His Queen was so shy. 

Loki took the soft tendon on your neck between his teeth, gently working a mark onto the skin, groaning against you as your walls fluttered around him at the sensation. “Don’t hide from me, love,” he coaxed. Long fingers wrapped around your neck from behind, rubbing gentle circles into your hairline, completely contrary and yet perfectly befitting the way he hammered into you. His other hand traveled your body like he was discovering you all over again, caressing every new dip and pudge of skin like you were the most amazing sculpture. People across the world would marvel at your beauty, whisper that man wasn’t capable of creating such magnificence - that you were instead made by a god. 

“Stop,” you slurred through the pleasure, his rolling hips working your sensitive clit against his dark hair. Your hand on his back clawed the pale skin, leaving your mark on him as it curled into a fist, beating the breadth of his shoulders with no force. You giggled through the moans as his fingers danced over your sides, hissing, “that tickles,” at him as if that would ever implore him to quit. “Stop fondling my rolls!”

“What a cruel world,” he lamented theatrically, the only way he knew how, “when a man can’t even fondle his dearest love!” 

“Be serious when you’re in my guts!”

“I am serious, darling!” A sharp tug pulled you higher up on his lap, cock spearing even deeper into you, pushing out a whine from deep in your chest. “Don’t you feel how well we fit? You’re perfect, my love, and your body’s no exception.”

He let you hide away in his neck, nipping your own small marks onto him as his thrusts turned slower, more sensual. “Even when I’ve gained-”

“Don’t you Midgardians have a saying about that? ‘In sickness and in health?’” 

Your lips stretched against him, betraying the way you tried to sound less eager as your hips rolled against his. “Those are wedding vows, Loki.”

He guided you to his lips, devouring you with a smile. “I’m practicing for the future, then.” 

He delighted in the way you giggled as you came on his cock, holding him close as he fucked you through it. He craved the way you no longer shied away when he groped your waist, pulling you harder against him as he used the way your cunt sucked him in to chase his own end.

He had a standing reservation made before your legs stopped shaking.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

yay i cant wait so excited i have been waiting for a while to read this fic. its loki or tony!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 580.

a/n: i must admit that the plot got away from me on this one, the fluffiness practically poured out of my fingertips. it's been a while since i've written for loki, but it is always a pleasure doing so. thank you for your request!!

cw! insecure fic <3

Being with Loki made you nervous, and not in the way that many people would think. 

He didn’t make you feel threatened nor was he mean, it was just that most of the time you’re around him you can’t help but sink into your head like quicksand. 

Why did he choose you when he had so many other options? Was he settling? What did other people think when they saw you guys together? Your stream of thought was almost laughable, because you knew that Loki didn’t care about what you looked like or anything trivial like that.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

Your eyelashes fluttered, breaking your dissociative state. “Hm?” You hummed. 

“I asked you what’s wrong.” His tone was forever patient, his fingertips were featherlight against the skin of your arm. You were tucked into his side, the mood of your room domestic as a television show played pointlessly in the background. Loki was never really interested in human delicacies such as at home entertainment, he would much rather spend his free time with you.

“Oh… I’m just thinking.” Your voice was dismissive, almost like what you were saying didn’t really matter, which wasn’t true in the slightest because your boyfriend hung off of every word you said, committing it to memory.

He never forgot human holidays like christmas, birthdays or anniversaries, because those types of things mattered to you – and unfortunately he had to figure that out the hard way – but you bet your ass he never forgot it again.

“Please tell me what’s on your mind, dove.” Loki nuzzles his nose into your temple, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. A shiver shoots itself up your spine, and the sensation makes you melt in his arms. Leave it up to him to basically pry whatever he wanted out of you.

“I don’t know. It’s stupid.” You shrug. “Nothing you say will ever be stupid.” You groan and curl into him deeper. “Fine. I just… I’m getting into that weird place in my head, you know? Like… it feels like no matter how many times you reassure me that I’m gorgeous and all this other super sweet stuff, none of it sticks. It’s like my brain can’t believe it.”

Loki sits there in silence for a moment, stewing on your words before speaking. He knew how sensitive this topic was for you, and though he was the God of Mischief, he would never make a mockery of your struggles.

“I understand you, darling. I know that through your years of being on earth, many humans haven’t been kind to you, and I out of everyone know what it feels like to be different, but –” He hooks a finger under your chin and coaxes you to look at him. 

Though your gaze is shy, you steele yourself despite the way that your cheeks heat under his touch.

“I can assure you that I have not chosen to be with you to make a mockery of you. I am with you because you are beautiful. Your soul sings to me, my dove. You are kind and your heart is unyielding. You are true to yourself and others. That is what makes you shine.”

You feel unshed tears burn behind your waterline and you scoff wetly, but you can’t fight the smile that inevitably breaks out on your face.

“Loki?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I love you.”

He laughs, and his chest rumbles with the joyous tune.

“I love you too.”

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[fandomfics]

I loved your Logan x plus size reader and I was wondering if you could write a Loki x plus size reader

Hell yes!

You Hung The Moon

Pairing: Loki x Fem plus size reader

Description: You befriend Prince Loki of Asgard, but when he claims to want you as more than just a friend, you don't believe him.

Masterlist

Wc: 7k

⚠️Warnings⚠️

MDNI 18+

Fluff, angst, complicated relationship, past trauma lightly mentioned, implied noncon(not from Loki), partner abuse, betrayal, smut (oral f&m receiving, face riding/face fucking, unprotected p in v, sub/dom dynamics, light spanking, edging, cockwarming) not proofed.

. . .

Being a servant in the palace of Asgard has its perks, but it also has its downsides. You don't resemble many of the others, often being looked over for more public facing roles. You'd be lying if you said it didn't bother you from time to time, but the lack of attention also meant you had a little more freedom day to day.

Your younger self had fought many hard won battles over the appearance of your plush body. You could never share clothing with friends, or feel comfortable in your skin. The standards of beauty that Asgardians sought was far from your natural state, but over time you came to love yourself wholly. It became a way to see who truly enjoyed being around you for more than just your looks.

You spent much of your free time in the library or in the gardens tucked away in corners with a book in hand, diving into other worlds feverishly. Your insatiable thirst for a good story often kept you plastered to whatever spot you had chosen for far longer than you intended. One evening while you lay in the far side of the garden with a captivating new tome, you hear a noise that pulls your attention away from the story.

Your head pops up past the bushes and you see Prince Loki. A surprised squeak unleashes itself without your permission and his gaze immediately finds yours.

"Pardon my intrusion. I didn't realize that someone was out here. I'll leave you be." He turns to walk away but something in you yearns to call out to him, so you do.

"You don't have to go, I was just reading. You're welcome to stay." A smile graces your lips as you find a new seat at the fountain in the middle of the garden. The moonlight frames his features in an ethereal glow, you've always found him to be very handsome, but in this moment he's absolutely breathtaking.

"What brings a woman such as yourself out to the gardens this late?" He inquires as he takes a place a few feet from you.

"I get lost in my books. Lose track of time." You smile wistfully at him.

"I suppose there are much worse things to get lost in." A charming smile lights up his features.

You hum in response and look up to the vast night sky. From the corner of your eye you see that he continues to look at you for just a moment before looking up. Heat rises in your cheeks before you stutter out the next words. "I-I should be going, my lord. Enjoy the gardens."

He nods his head and his smile fades lightly as you leave.

. . .

"Well, I must say, it's a pleasant surprise seeing you again." A few days after your meeting in the gardens Loki finds you in the Library. You look up to see that he's carrying a stack of novels himself, "May I?" He gestures to the empty chair across from you.

"Of course, my lord."

"Just Loki is fine."

"Of course, my- Loki."

"I'm yours?" He says with a cheeky smile.

"No- I-I'm sorry, I -" Heat rises up your neck in embarrassment.

"Relax, dove." He chuckles, "I'm only joking. Unless that's what you want." He winks at you.

You bury your face in your book to hide away the crippling anxiety of your embarrassment. The mischievous Prince is known well for his flirtations, something you've seen from him time and again with practically anything that breathes.

As the time passes you relax again into the silence. You're fully immersed in the book in your hands, unable to put it down. When you've finally finished the last page you close the book in stunned silence, mouth slightly agape as you try and process what you’ve just read.

"I wasn't too keen on the ending of that one myself." Loki snaps you from your thoughts, looking at you over the pages of the book he's reading.

"Please tell me the next one has a better ending."

"Only marginally I'm afraid." He picks a book from his pile and passes it to you, "This one is absolutely wonderful."

"Thank you."

. . .

The next several months are much the same. Loki happens across you often when you are reading in your off hours. Sometimes you sit quietly and read, other times you talk about the books you've both read and the conversation morphs to other subjects. Eventually the pair of you decide on a more permanent schedule, meeting twice weekly. The friendship that blooms is one you come to rely on, confiding in one another often, engaging in stimulating conversations, generally enjoying each other's company.

. . .

"Can I show you something?" He breaks the silence in the garden one evening as you lay amongst the flowers reading.

"Yes, I suppose." You sit up eyeing him curiously.

"It's nothing nefarious, I assure you my lady." He raises his hands in surrender, "Come."

He takes your hand, helping you up, never letting go as he leads you to his chambers. Your face is hot and your stomach flutters, you're so focused on what you're feeling that you fail to hear him. He stops and turns to you expectantly awaiting a response.

"Hmm?" you meet his eyes.

"I asked if you trust me."

You nod, afraid words will fail to find you, before he turns back and opens the door of his chambers. One side of the room houses a massive cylindrical structure that shoots up into the ceiling, with an opening on the side revealing a platform.

He guides you onto it steadily before speaking, "Hold on." he says before snapping his fingers. You shoot straight upwards, grabbing onto him for stability as the platform ascends, only realizing you've done so once his hands hold you to him steadily.

Your eyes meet his and he offers a tender smile, "I've got you."

You return a shy smile just as the platform slows to a halt with a slight jerk. You break away when you see that you're at the top of one of the palace spires, impossibly high above the rest of Asgard. The small area is made comfortable by a large pile of pillows atop a floor pillow large enough to be considered a bed, a table beside it houses all manner of fruits and cheeses with drinks, all underneath a flowing organza canopy.

You gasp looking back to Loki, "This is lovely!"

"I'm delighted you think so, it's all for you."

Without a thought you turn back to him and wrap him in a tight hug, "Thank you, you're a wonderful friend." You kiss his cheek before trying to part. His grip on you remains firm as you lean back. Your faces inches apart as he speaks.

"What if I don't want to be friends?" A look of confusion crosses your face but he continues, "What if I want more than that?"

You feel the heat creeping up your neck again at his words. It takes you a moment to find your voice but when you do, you speak without thinking.

"You don't, I'm sure." You pull away again, this time he allows you to move away. "Come, let's enjoy this!"

You turn back to the comfortable set up and rush to it, before falling into the pillows. He joins you after a moment, laying close and searching your eyes.

"But I do." His whisper is almost inaudible, but you still hear it. You meet his gaze to find it searching yours before reaching up a hand to cup your face. You lean into him, craving the closeness. Your heart wants it to be true, but your mind says otherwise. Doubts swirl about and you close your eyes trying to will them away. Then you feel it. His lips are on yours, pressed deep as if to try and envelope your very being. Your eyes shoot open in surprise and you push away, leaving him laying there as you rush back to the platform.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't." You mutter. Once your feet are on the platform he snaps his fingers to allow it to take you back down. You refuse to look at his face, unsure of what you'll find there.

. . .

The following day when you return to your chambers for the evening you find a note on your bed.

"I deeply apologize for my behavior, I should have asked before kissing you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me. I don't want to lose your friendship.

-Loki"

You fall into bed and allow sleep to take you, you have no desire to think about the situation at the moment or the other thoughts it brings, you just want rest.

You don't want to think of the misplaced trust you had in other people that had told you they were interested in you only to leave once they got what they wanted, or the ones that took advantage of you when you couldn't fend for yourself, or the people you loved that left you without a second thought. You don't want to find yourself there again. You don’t want to think about the unnamed feeling you have when in the presence of your dear friend.

You avoid him for a week before returning to your usual meeting places. It's another week before you see him again while in the library, he approaches sheepishly with hands behind his back. When you smile up at him he holds out a small delicate bouquet.

"Forgive me?" You nod and take the flowers. He lets out a sigh of relief before continuing. "May I join you?"

. . .

Your head and your heart fight, feelings and logic dancing in and around you like a kaleidoscope hell bent on making you dizzy as the colors swirl. You catch Loki's lingering glances from time to time, further fueling your inner turmoil, still you remain steadfast in your quest to push it aside and enjoy the one thing you know you can rely on, his friendship.

Days turn to weeks, weeks to months. In this time a new servant called Bo has been added to the roster. He's quite a tall burly man, his short brunette hair a stark contrast to his well kept beard. An instant connection is formed when you are asked to show him around the palace. His kind demeanor and the easy flow of the conversation as you walk sparks something in you.

“Would you perhaps like to join me for a stroll in the garden this evening?” You ask boldly after you finish the tour.

“I would very much like that, my lady.” he bows to you and you part with a wide smile,exhilarated by your newfound confidence.

Time seems to slow to an agonizing pace as nervous anticipation builds in your body, the remainder of your day takes an eternity. Your mind is in a clouded frenzy while you wait, but when you finally come face to face with him, it all melts away. You lead him to the garden, the soft glow of the full moon casts long shadows in the foliage that sways in the gentle breeze. You sit at the fountain and talk for hours, all manner of topics pass between the two of you, and you feel like you've already got a strong grasp on the type of man he is.

"You're absolutely stunning." He suddenly blurts out, blush rising in his cheeks.

"Thank you." You smile shyly as your face warms.

His hand rests on top of yours with a nearly imperceptible hitch in your breath before he continues, "I would very much like to kiss you. May I?"

You're entirely unsure what comes over you, but you nod. You've never been so quick to dive into something like this, but the urge overwhelms you, like you'll cease to exist if you don't press your lips to his.

He leans in and captures your face between his large hands before brushing his lips to yours. You melt into him as it goes from tender to full of lust. In your frenzied state you lift the skirts of your dress and straddle him as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue.

The sound of a door closing breaks you apart and you see Loki, mouth agape before he stutters out, "I apologize." He rushes back into the palace without another word.

As Bo pulls you back into the kiss you briefly wonder if you should follow after your friend. The thought immediately leaves your mind as The man beneath you lets a small moan slip into your mouth as his hands start to wander your body. Your hips move of their own accord, craving the sweet relief the friction could bring you.

Your head tilts back as he trails kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping along the way pulling a low whine from you.

“Can we take this somewhere more private?” You manage to gasp out.

Without warning he stands, easily carrying you back inside, “Of course.”

. . .

“We should keep this between us for now.” Bo says as he readies himself the morning after your encounter, ‘Maybe we can keep meeting in the evenings?”

“Hmm,” You agree, thinking of Loki, “I think that’s a good idea.”

In a whirlwind you find yourself spending more time with Bo while the frequency of your meetings with Loki fall to once a month. You feel as though you’ve successfully pushed aside the conflict of your relationship with Loki in the midst of the budding relationship.

“You’ve been awfully busy as of late.” Loki states plainly, eyes still on the book in his hands.

“Yes, my duties have been expanded,” you manage to stumble through the lie, “and I find myself very tired in the evenings.”

“Oh, I thought it might have had something to do with the man I caught you with a few months ago… since that’s when it started.” His words are pointed as he looks directly into your eyes.

“I-I don’t-”

“It’s alright darling, I understand. As long as you’re happy.” He gives a small smile, “I just hope we can remain as we are.”

. . .

“What is this?” You blurt out one evening as you lay with Bo in your chambers. Your head rests on his chest as your fingers trace over his hairy chest.

“Hmm?” His eyes closed as he replies sleepily.

“What is this?” You probe. “Our relationship?”

“This is us enjoying each other's company.”

“I want more.” You say firmly. “We don't need to keep hiding.”

“Can we talk about this another time, I'm too tired for this.” He turns over and closes his eyes.

You drift in and out of consciousness, half asleep as you navigate the short bit of telling conversation you had with Bo.

As per usual, he's gone when you wake and you feel a pang of loneliness settle in your gut.

You're so desperately attached to the man that you can no longer stand the secrecy and uncertainty of the predicament you find yourself inextricably linked into.

After a particularly trying day you settle in the servants dining area nursing a bowl of stew, lost in thought. From the corner of your eye you see Bo enter the room with a beautiful woman, your heart sinks when you look up and see them deep in conversation. You suddenly feel sick when you see soft smiles and gentle touches between the two, and without thinking you rise from your seat.

Your feet quickly carry you as your mind spins out of control, you're unable to grasp a single thought until you stand in front of them.

“Bo, darling, will you still be spending the evening with me?”

The woman looks to Bo confused before he replies, “I don't know what you're talking about.” His eyes clearly denote the need for you to remain secretive about your nights with him.

“Well, last night you said you would, but you were gone before I woke this morning. I wasn't sure.”

The womans face contorts to disgust before she marches away in a huff, and Bo follows after her.

You return to your chamber and lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to think of nothing. After a time your door opens and Bo enters quickly, you're unable to keep the scowl forming on your face as you stand to confront him.

“What was that?” His scowl matches yours.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“We discussed keeping this private,” He surges forward and grabs you by both arms tightly, “you think it was okay to say those things in front of others?”

“I just want to know what this is, I-”

“This is nothing. You are nothing but a toy for me to use as I please.”

“Bo, I'm sorry, please don't say that. I-”

“Silence.” He interrupts you before he turns you around and bends you over, forcing your face down into the bed and lifting the skirts of your dress as you sob.

. . .

“Loki,” you whisper as you knock on his chamber doors, tears streaming down your face after your encounter with Bo. The door opens and Loki smiles briefly before seeing the state you're in.

“What's happened to you dearest?” The concern in his tone is nearly palpable as he looks at the bruises over your face and arms. “Who did this?” His eyes darken.

You're unable to answer when he pulls you in and you collapse into his arms. He guides you to the bed and sits you down gently, taking your hands and kneeling in front of you.

“Was this the man you've been seeing?” You nod in response. “What is his name?”

“Bo.” You whisper, barely audible.

“I need to go take care of this.” He stands determined to leave, anger burning hot in his eyes, but you keep a firm grasp on his hand.

“Please, don't leave.”

“You should rest, you may take my bed for the night, I'll sleep in the lounge area.“

You nod, you don't have the strength to protest, and you're sure he would insist anyway. You make yourself comfortable, surrounded by his scent, and stare deeply at the ornate embroidery of the bedding. You don't realize you've drifted off until you're awoken much later in the evening.

You look up to see Loki coming through the door, his face and clothing are wet with blood, the seething anger still apparent on his face. He quietly approaches the basin of water on the other side of the room and cleans himself thoroughly, a snap of his fingers reveals fresh sleep attire and he settles on one of the seats by the roaring fireplace.

He is clearly in deep thoughts as he watches the flames dance in front of him, but he still hears your approach.

“You should be resting.” His eyes are still on the fire.

“What happened?”

He turns to you, eyes softening before he speaks, “You won't see him again.”

You don't know how to feel, your mind races with the idea of what could have happened. Your eyes convey the frantic nature of your innermost thoughts and he sees the struggle.

“He'll live, unfortunately. He has been banished from Asgard for the remainder of his life.” His eyes return to the fire.

“Thank you Loki.”

. . .

Rumors of Bo’s sudden departure from the palace swirl endlessly. The majority are all based in truth, several other servants were witness to Loki’s outburst against him when they heard his screams from the corridor, Bo’s frightened and bloody form cowering in a corner as Loki verbally tore him to shreds for his treatment of the fairer sex.

You were eternally grateful to him for his comforting presence and quick action. You felt lighter, and entirely unhindered by thoughts of Bo as you spent more time with Lok againi.

. . .

“Loki,” you smile up at him from your spot at the garden fountain, “I-I want to thank you.”

“For what?” His brows furrow.

“Being such a wonderful friend.”

He smiles at you as he places a hand on yours, “Of course.”

“You are the only person that hasn't gotten close just to use me to get something they want. Like Bo…like all the others before.” Your head hangs down.

He tilts your chin up, the look in his eyes fierce and determined, “You never deserved anything of the sort. You deserve only the best, you deserve everything you want, and more.”

Tears come to your eyes and you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your head on his shoulder you burrow into him. His arms envelop you in their warmth and you feel truly happy in this moment.

“Did you know that I met my greatest friend in this garden a year ago?” He says as he rests his head atop yours.

. . .

"Come to my chambers this evening, I have something for you." Loki says when he sees you in a corridor one day.

"Another book I suppose?"

"It's one I went to midgard for." He whispers with a wink to you.

. . .

On your leisurely stroll to Loki's Chambers you hear something, from a slightly ajar door flows a conversation you can't help but listen in on.

"I don't know why Loki spends so much time with her of all people." The voice is that of Thor. "He's been moping around and complaining incessantly about her."

"Hmm. Well, he does keep other company my lord. Not just hers." Another voice replies.

"I'm sure he's got some underhanded scheme at play, using her to get something he wants, as per usual. Poor girl, won't know what's hit her until it's too late I'm afraid."

"I'm sure she's just another in a long line of heartbreak curated by the god of mischief himself."

You don't let it deter you until you approach his chamber. A woman fleeing as she fixes her garments, her hair is disheveled, tears stream down her face, and you hear a sob echo through the otherwise quiet corridor. Without another thought you turn on your heel and return the way you came.

"Wait!" You hear him call after you.

"I'm not interested in your games, my Lord." You spit, emphasizing the formality.

"What games?" He shouts out as he tries to catch up to you.

"I'm not a plaything for you to use, only to be thrown away when you've had your fun. As I'm sure I just witnessed with that young woman." Your insides twist as you think about the last night you saw Bo, reminded of yourself running through the corridor in tears. Was he just like him?

"I would never do such a thing, least of all to you. That's not what that was! She was upset that I wouldn't be with her."

"I won't be fooled again, my lord."

"Has our friendship not shown you otherwise? My intentions are pure, I assure you. I-I was going to -"

"Please, leave me be."

"If that is what you wish." Loki sighs, dejected, before turning back to his chambers.

A flurry of emotions flow through you, the pain of loss, the relief of feeling that you avoided further unnecessary pain, and something else you can't quite place. When he's out of earshot you break down, slowly walking to your chambers. You think maybe it's best to not develop friendships, clearly they only end in pain.

. . .

Over the next several weeks you mourn the loss of the one true friendship you thought you had developed. You keep to your chambers, opting to read and reread what you have there. When you've exhausted your selection of books, unable to stand the thought of reading the same ones yet again, you make your way to the library.

The smell of the old books is calming, something you've missed. You wander the isles until you find a new book before returning to the chair you always occupy here. Resting on the seat is a book titled "Grimm's Fairy Tales." You pick up the heavy book before sitting, resting your chosen book on the arm as you look over the one you've never seen in the library before.

You are sucked in by the short stories, eyes glued to the pages until you notice something strange. About a quarter of the way through the book you see single words, letters, and punctuations circled, pages apart. You immediately begin to write them down as you find them:

"You hung the moon and the stars that shine in my favor.

Your heart, your mind, your very essence is a striking beauty that leaves me weak in your presence.

I have cherished every moment we spent together.

I love you.

-Loki"

Your breath hitches as you read the note over and over. You have tried desperately to push down everything you've been feeling, but at this moment all you want to do is run to him. You wonder if it was actually meant for you, your doubt increases as you try to free your mind from the pain bubbling up to the surface again. He has a type, and it's not you, you decide. Still you take the book, unsure why you feel you need it.

. . .

Announcing the marriage of Loki Odinson and Astrid Andersdottir.

You're unable to read the rest of the parchment as your mind reels. It's been months since you've seen Loki, managing to stay behind the scenes in order to process everything properly. This however sent a twinge of pain through you. Maybe this was the last thing you needed to witness in order to fully get past everything that occurred since it all began. You needed closure.

. . .

The date approaches quickly, nerves settle in your stomach as you sneak into the great hall where their ceremony is to take place. The seats are full, the chatter of hundreds of people hush as music begins to play. Loki strolls in and ascends the steps from a side door, joining his father atop the large platform at the head of the room. His features hang heavy with disinterest as the bride walks down the long isle between the guests.

She is truly beautiful, a sight to behold in her long flowing green gown. You feel something wet on your cheek and you reach up to touch it, realizing that you're crying. Your stomach twists in knots as you witness her approach. You don't know what you want, but it isn't this feeling.

The music stops and he reluctantly joins hands with his bride to be as his father speaks. Minutes pass at a snail's pace as Odin continues his oration, lulling you into a deep boredom, leaving you with nothing to keep your thoughts from spiraling. You move behind another pillar as quietly as possible, when you emerge just enough to see the proceedings Loki's eyes lock onto yours. Shock warps his features as he stands there, until he is addressed by Odin.

"Is there anything you wish to say, Loki?" He questions, expecting a prepared speech about how this marriage will be a bridge between two kingdoms. His son's next words Leave him speechless at the altar.

"I can't do this." It's a whisper at first, "I can't do this." His tone is more firm as he drops the woman's hands and storms right to you, ignoring the gasps and chatter from the crowd. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you through a door that leads out of the hall and into the servants corridor until he finds an unoccupied room that he pulls you both into. With the snap of his fingers the door disappears, his intent clearly to keep Odin from finding him for the time being. When the door is gone he cages you against the wall.

He's never physically hurt you, you don't feel threatened, but you know that whatever happens next will take a toll emotionally.

"Why are you here?" His voice is weak and his eyes search yours. Everything about him in the moment denotes pure anguish.

"I-I don't know." You say looking down, "I thought it might help me."

"Help you what?" His eyes plead.

"Get over everything that happened between us."

He turns away and stays silent for a time, his head buried in his hand. You pluck up the courage to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder, wanting to comfort him, through everything you still didn't want to see him in pain.

"Please, you are nothing but torture to my soul. I agreed to this marriage so I could be shipped off to another kingdom and not have to be reminded of you every time I turn a corner in this cursed place. The moment I laid eyes on you I was done for, you haunt my dreams nightly." Tears stream down his face as he continues, "Please release me from this torment, I am in agony." He falls to his knees, grasping desperately at your hands as his eyes meet yours.

"What would you have me do Loki? Be another drop in the bucket of your indiscretions? Be left heartbroken by a prince who routinely uses others to get what he wants?" Your voice cracks as you look at the broken god before you.

"No. Please just let me go if you don't want me. I can promise you that I am not what others make me out to be, but you've made up your mind. I just need peace. Please."

"What about the woman I saw sobbing as she fled your chambers?"

"Thor convinced her that I was interested in her, but you were all I wanted."

"I heard him. Thor. Speaking of how you were complaining about me, moping around."

"It wasn't about you. I was feeling sorry for myself, knowing that you could never feel what I feel."

"I-" you're interrupted by Thor's thunderous voice in the hall.

"I know you're in there brother." In the same second Loki turns and pulls you away from the wall, shielding your body with his and the wall explodes inward, sending dust and rubble everywhere.

"I have worked too hard to arrange YOUR marriage." He growls pointing to Loki, "for you to come in and ruin it." He turns to you.

"Leave her out of this." Loki turns, keeping himself between you and Thor.

"No, she's the reason we're in this mess." He huffs.

"What do you mean?" Loki raises his hands and the rubble lifts in the air, when his hands snap together it all piles around Thor, leaving him immobile. He then snaps his fingers, causing his brother to talk until the truth is out entirely.

"I was to wed Astrid. I convinced father to arrange it with you instead under the guise of becoming a leader in another land rather than having her living here." He gasps for breath before continuing, "I then had a love spell cast on her when Bo came along, arranged for her to overhear a conversation about you that would sow doubt in her mind as she was on her way to catch you in the act with another woman. Even though you rejected her it still worked in my favor. I needed you to want to leave." He pants, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Truth spell, brother." His gaze seared into Thor's. "Father!" Loki calls out, sure Odin would be present at a moments notice. When he arrives he forces the truth from Thor once more to face Odin's wrath. He releases yourself and Loki with the promise of Thor owning up to his deceitful plans to the other kingdom.

Loki takes you by the hand and leads you to the garden. Away from prying eyes, away from the noise.

He speaks as he stands in front of a statue of a long passed warrior, "I understand if you still want nothing to-" you don't let him finish his sentence before grasping him in a tight hug. You rest your head on his chest as tears spill, unable to speak or control your weeping.

His arms wrap around you, a firm comforting grip that allows you to melt into him. His head rests on yours as he allows you both time to process. You're unsure how much time has passed when you finally pull away and look up into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it earlier, I-"

"This isn't your fault." His hand cups your cheek and his eyes focus on yours.

"Not Thor..." You struggle to come up with the words to describe what you're feeling.

“Take your time darling.”

You take a beat and close your eyes to find the words you’re looking for, "I was foolish. I didn’t trust you, I allowed baseless rumors to come between us and destroy what we had. You didn’t deserve that, and I don’t deserve your love.” You hang your head.

“You deserve the world.” He tilts your chin up to look into your eyes.

“Forgive me?”

“Of course.” His smile is gentle.

“There's something else.”

“Yes?” His brow furrows.

“I want to thank you for the book of fairytales.”

“Oh, of course.” He hesitates before continuing in a whisper, “What was your favorite part?”

"It was a four sentence story hidden amongst the others… I can recite it for you.” your eyes search his and he nods for you to continue, “You hung the moon and the stars that shine in my favor. Your heart, your mind, your very essence is a striking beauty that leaves me weak in your presence. I have cherished every moment we spent together. I love you.” You cup his face in your hands, “I love you too.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

. . .

🔥

Two years later…

The soft morning light streams into your chambers, slowly fanning across the bed, waking you gently. You turn to find your still sleeping husband resting peacefully. You admire him momentarily before cuddling up to him and resting your head on his chest.

“Mmm, good morning my love.” he turns into you and wraps his arms around your plush figure pulling you tight against him as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and presses a soft kiss to the skin there.

“Good morning Loki.” You hum happily as you feel his hardened cock between you, “I think there’s something coming between us at the moment.”

“Not quite yet, but I absolutely aim to fix that.”

He continues kissing along your neck as his hands fall to your ass and squeeze. “You, my darling, are so very intoxicating.” he growls lowly in your ear, “your skin is soft, delicate.” His fingers lightly run up along your spine causing you to shiver.

“Your curves are so luscious,” He guides you onto your back and slots himself between your legs, his head moving down from your neck to your chest as he peppers you with kisses. He takes your nipple into his mouth while his hands run over your sides, gripping onto your love handles reverently. His mouth moves lower to worship your plump stomach, lavishing it with feather light kisses that send anticipation through you, pooling at your core.

“Your sweet nectar tastes divine.” He lays between your legs and licks a long stripe up your already slick slit with a moan that rumbles through his chest. You writhe beneath him as he fully buries his face into your needy cunt. You buck up and he wraps his arms around your thick thighs to hold you in place. He parts from you momentarily, “I’m going to feast, dearest. Would you like that?” You nod emphatically, “No, no pet. You know better.” He says with a stinging slap to your thigh.

“Yes, my lord.” you yelp.

“Mmm, Much better. Good girl. First thing’s first,” He moves to your side and lays on his back, “Sit.” You sit up and swing your leg over his lap. “No, here.” He points to his face.

“My lord, I-”

“Now.” He slaps your ass again. “And face my cock.”

You obey and sit with your knees touching his shoulders, “I’m going to enjoy my first meal of the day, in quiet, and to ensure that it remains as such, you are going to keep my cock warm in your mouth for the duration.” With that he pulls your cunt down flush with his face and immediately starts working you yet again. Your breath hitches and you lean down, enveloping as much of his cock in your mouth as you can to keep from making a noise. His mouth is suctioned around your clit as he moans into you, causing you to clinch around nothing. His tongue presses firm circles around the bundle of nerves, bringing you right to the edge of explosive pleasure before stopping.

You whine around his cock audibly, his hand comes down hard on your ass.

“Mmm, I think I've had my fill for now.” He flips you over and changes positions to lay next to you lavishing your nipples with attention again as a hand dips between your thighs. You let out a small yelp when two fingers slide into your slick channel, your back arches and you bury your hands in his hair.

When the pads of his fingertips languidly caress your sweet spot you roll your hips to elicit any additional friction. Loki bites down on your nipple as a warning to lay there and take what he gives you and you whine.

“Please my lord, I need more.” Your eyes screw shut.

He releases your nipple, “you'll take what you're given.”

You groan in submission just before he picks up speed. Suddenly his fingers are pistoning into you hard, your slick causing obscene noises to echo through the room. A loud moan is ripped from your throat as he brings you to the precipice of release once more. Your walls start to squeeze around him, a sure sign you're nearly there and he halts his movements once more.

He removes his fingers and admires the wet shine before taking them into his mouth. He hums in delight, “You've been quite whiney today, pet. You know what that means.”

You reluctantly stand on your knees as Loki sits up and rests against the headboard of the bed. You slot one leg between his and straddle his strong thighs before lowering yourself completely. His hand comes down on your ass again and your drag yourself back and forth chasing the friction you were so desperate for before.

“I wanted you to make me cum.” You pout at him.

“Good girls who stay quiet get what they want. You're left with one option, ride my leg until you're shaking with pleasure like the filthy little thing you are.”

His words send a shock of longing through you and you push yourself harder. Your hands are on his chest, bracing yourself, as your head tilts back. With one hand Loki strokes his cock, the other switches between the flesh of your breast and your thigh. He can't keep his hands off of you, softly kneading each area with reverence, desperately trying to sink into you fully, to become a part of you.

Slowly the coil in your stomach begins to tighten, your panting breath quickens with the anticipation of your release and your nails claw at his chest. You hear him moan your name as you do and the coil snaps, sending you careening over the edge. Your hips stutter as you ride out your release, desperately trying to prolong the pleasure. When you've finished you collapse against his chest, trying to catch your breath.

You sit up and lay on the bed, head hanging over the edge, knowing the second part of the punishment in your little game.

“Mmm, good girl.” You shiver as he stands. He lines his cock up with your open and waiting mouth, slowly sliding in and out, adding more of his length with each thrust. A sigh of satisfaction leaves him as he finally fully sheaths himself in your throat. He looks down to see you gripping the sheets desperately trying to busy your hands.

“You may touch yourself.” You moan around his cock in relief as you press against your sensitive clit. He continues fucking your throat until your face is coated in drool and pre-cum, and you find yourself again on the edge of relief. He flips you over, ass up, face pressed into the sheets and thrusts into you hard. A nearly deranged moan is swallowed by the fabric you're buried in, each noise you make brings the sweet sting of his palm to your ass.

His movements become chaotic as he nears his release. His grip tightens on your hips as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts, his breath comes in ragged pants as he calls out to you. “Are you going to take everything, be good for me?”

“Yes my lord.” You mutter.

“Mmm, I can feel how close you are.” He reaches around and firmly circles your clit with his fingers, pulling you closer and closer to the edge with him. Suddenly it hits you and you writhe and moan beneath him, tightening around him as you feel his hot spend coat your walls. His grip is still tight as he firmly plants himself inside you until he's finished completely. You both fall onto the bed, laying there, fucked out smiles on your faces, admiring one another.

“Come, let's bathe before breakfast, my love.” He smiles sweetly before planting a kiss to the tip of your nose.

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Just the assistant...?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Plus sized reader

Summary: [Y/N], Tom's personal assistant knows that she shouldn't have fallen in love with her employer but she just couldn't help herself. When she thinks that her biggest wish is about to come true, a third party arrives and makes her question whether she'd ever have a chance to escape her situation and simply be loved back by the person she loves the most...

Warning(s): NSFW, sex scene

Picture(s) found on: Pinterest/Google

Chapter four: Still riding on that high

It was late in the evening and (Y/N) was sitting on her couch. She already had eaten dinner and was currently letting her mind roam with all sorts of thoughts as she was still overwhelmed and so happy about the beautiful kiss she had shared with Tom.

After she had left to go grocery shopping, the assistant had barely been able to act decent. The taste of Tom`s soft lips, the softness of them along with his wonderful scent mixed with his cologne had left the woman floating on cloud nine. She ended up forgetting to buy half of the ingredients she needed on her list as she had realized that her world had now completely changed.

"He´s in love with me", (Y/N) whispered to herself, a content smile lingering on her beautiful face as the realization hit her. Her lonely days were finally over, the days where she was on the brink of crying herself to sleep because she craved the touch of another human being who loved her, appreciated her and saw her as the beautiful and desirable woman she is.

Too many times had she imagined what it would be like to end up falling asleep in Tom`s arms, have his soft breath linger over her shoulder as she´d rest her head on his broad chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. Have him moan her name as he´d be buried so deep in between her legs, that they´d shake at the intense feeling.

(Y/N) closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, her heartbeat was starting to increase and she could feel the adrenaline and lust slowly pump through her body as she was now yearning for Tom.

ding dong

"Saved by the bell" the assistant chuckled as she immediately shot up and made her way to the front door, relieved that that thought was now being placed back into the corner of her mind, where it belonged.

It took her a few seconds to unlock the door and be greeted by Tom standing there in a pair of grey sweats and a random black shirt.

"Good evening, (Y/N)", he greeted her while a wide grin slowly crept up on his face, making him even look more handsome than he already was. (Y/N)´s heart skipped a beat while she greeted him back and took a step aside to welcome the actor into her home, the place he already knew like the back of his hand.

Tom immediately got comfortable on the couch and patted the empty spot next to him while smiling at his assistant. His heart was pounding in his chest, he was excited and just happy to be back in her space. He had missed her very much and after the passionate kiss they had shared, the man was left craving for more and had been barely able to function. Hence, why he had taken it upon himself to visit the beautiful woman he couldn´t get enough from.

(Y/N) took a seat next to Tom and they immediately fell into one another´s arms, heavy sighs leaving both of their lips. The way the almost lovers held each other tightly made it very clear that the mood had shifted and something fresh and exciting was creeping through the air.

"Kiss me" (Y/N) pleaded while her head was nuzzled in the crook of Tom´s neck. She inhaled his wonderful scent one last time before moving her head so that the actor could immediately kiss her, which he did without hesitation. Both of them moaned while Tom´s tongue smoothly slid out of his mouth and tapped (Y/N)´s bottom lip, asking for permission to be welcomed in her mouth.

The permission was granted within seconds, making her head spin as her body was starting to react to the whole situation. Her nipples started to harden and press against her shirt, craving to be held, sucked on and gently tugged at.

Tom´s cock was already hard and throbbing, pressing against his underwear as it was yearning to be buried deep in (Y/N). "Words cannot describe how much I am burning for you", the actor huffed in between the long, French kisses. He gently pushed his assistant against the couch so that she was lying comfortably on her back, her big thighs already apart so that he could position himself in between her legs.

"I´m right here, just take me then" (Y/N) moaned, feeling Tom´s hard cock now gently rubbing up and down her clothed vagina. She didn´t need to open her eyes and check whether she was aroused as she felt the hot wetness already having drenched her underwear.

"I´m on birth control, just take me Tom" she begged before quickly getting rid of her shirt and wiggling herself out of the rest of her clothes. The actor copied her actions while his eyes couldn´t stop roaming all over her beautiful body. His cock hardening even more.

"Look at you, you´re perfect" he gushed while stroking himself, his head almost starting to spin due to the fact that he had never been this aroused in his life, had never craved a woman´s body so much that he was on the verge of just melting away and the simple sight of (Y/N)´s body.

She opened her legs and gave him a welcoming glance at her vagina, glistening with arousal and making it look even more desirable than ever. She cupped one of her breast and gently pinched the nipple, urgently needing some sort of release. Tom instantly shook his head before getting comfortable in between her legs again, leaning down so that his mouth was perfectly aligned with her left breast.

The man instantly took the nipple in his mouth and moaned while sucking on it, his other hand massaging and gently tucking on her right breast, his hips gently grinding his hard cock against her vagina.

The almost lovers moaned desperately, their bodies hungering for one another.

"Look at me" Tom whispered, finally having released the nipples and focusing on the most important thing. (Y/N) looked at him and smiled, making his heart flutter in his chest. He aligned himself at her entrance and smoothly pushed in, all while keeping the intense eye contact.

(Y/N) couldn´t help but whimper as she finally felt Tom entering her, his cock stretched in her inner walls out to the max and that feeling alone was indescribable. He went so deep until he couldn´t go further, the tip of his cock already leaking a few precum drops.

"Please, just please...." (Y/N) cried out as she instantly got addicted to the astonishing sensations. She couldn´t help but slowly grind her hips while placing her hands on Tom´s broad shoulders, her eyes clenched shut.

Her wished came true as the actor didn´t hesitate for a second and instantly started to move his hips, cussing in between every thrust as he couldn´t fathom the intense motions rushing through his body. That man was a trembling mess while forcing himself to not chase his high, this moment was too good to be selfish.

He quickly adjusted himself so that (Y/N) ankles were placed on his shoulders, the new position making her gasp loudly and let out a loud cry of pleasure as that man had found deeper spot inside of her. He weakly looked down at her crunched up face and felt a wave of pride and love overwhelm him.

"Take it", he whispered before snapping his hips sharply, almost screaming at the new sensation. (Y/N) couldn´t help but scream too as her head was now spinning, she felt the pleasure take over her body mind and soul, her toes were curled and her breathing came out in short, sharp puffs of air as the woman was being pushed towards the blissful edge.

Tom´s cock was rubbing against her sweet spot with every thrust, making the lovers break out in sweat while the couch moved along with their passionate love making. (Y/N) threw hear head back and clung onto Tom´s shoulders. A delicious knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

"I know my love, I can feel it" the actor cooed sweetly, making his assistant choke back on a another moan while her body started to tremble. I´m so close, I don´t want this to ever stop, she thought to herself while her cries became more desperate by the second. The noises that were being created in between her legs were so nasty, it turned her on even more.

(Y/N) felt the knot becoming tighter by the second, she knew shew as nearing the edge and felt more than ready to be catapulted into the abyss of pure please and ecstasy.

ding dong

The sound of the doorbell made the lovers freeze on the spot while both of their eyes shot open. They both looked at each other with a panicked look, their heavy breathing echoing through the whole living room.

ding dong

the door rang again, making Tom slowly slip out of his lover and quickly help her get on her feet, their clothes being thrown back on as none of them spoke.

(Y/N) tried to catch her breath while she shakily made her way towards the front door, already missing Tom´s cock in between her legs. She already had gotten addicted to him.

She cleared her throat and opened the door before gasping in surprise.

"Zawe, what are you doing here?

Zawe stood there with an uneasy look on her face as she had scanned (Y/N) features and immediately knew what had been going on, she had seen Tom´s car parked outside and now felt like crying.

"Tom and I kissed this afternoon, I couldn´t shake the feeling that there´s something going on between the two of you. I made the the stupid decision to follow my intuition and it lead me here".

The two woman stared at one another, glances of jealousy, anger and betrayal flashing between the two of them as they were not ready to face reality. The aching pain both of them felt in their chest made it hard for them to make the first approach of starting the next conversation.

Tom was now standing behind (Y/N), confessing that Zawe´s statement was the truth and apologizing to both women. His words felt like daggers to the heart as Zawe huffed in disappointment and shook her head, tears brimming her eyes as she was so furious but determined to get what she wanted. And that was Tom.

(Y/N) looked between the both of them, tears also brimming her eyes as she felt like throwing up, just a few minutes ago her dream was becoming true and now a nightmare had appeared.

"i am ready to fight for you Tom, I know you felt something during the kiss and this is why I am standing here. I will fight for my love".

(Y/N) let out a shaky sigh as she looked at Tom. he was starting wide eyed at his colleague, a mix of shock and excitement clouding his beautiful. She gently pushed him towards Zawe before closing the door.

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loki with prompt 26 pretty please?

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Loki x plus size reader 

You ride Loki for the first time

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of wax play and bondage, some self-deprecating thoughts, fluff, established relationship

Minors DNI

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“Loki, I don’t know about this.” You pulled your robe tighter around yourself, nervously avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who was currently lounging on your bed, his perfect naked body cradled by the mountain of pillows against the headboard.

There was no doubt that you were both incredibly sexually adventurous, experimenting with everything from bondage to wax play and everything in between but this felt so much more daunting than anything you had tried before, even if it was relatively vanilla. 

“There is nothing to be scared of,” he cooed, reaching an inviting hand out to you, “It’s just me my love.” You slid your hand into his, letting the god pull you into his lap. You tried to lift some of your weight from him but Loki kept you pinned to his naked thighs. “If you truly do not want to do this, then we don’t have to. You have the power.”

His touch was cool but comforting all the same. The silk material of your robe slipped on your skin, exposing more of your chest to your boyfriend, yet he didn’t let his eyes wander away from yours. “We stop if I say stop?” You knew the answer already but you craved the gentle reassurance he always gave before starting any scene.

“Always.” His eyes sparkled, knowing that he was already getting his way. Your legs parted, allowing you to straddle him comfortably as Loki’s smile broadened. “So, are you going to finally ride me or make me wait some more?” He teased, making you shiver with anticipation.

It was the one thing you were hesitant to do— be on top. To be so vulnerable and have your whole body on display as you worked for both your pleasures, it was terrifying. But the way that Loki looked at you, like you were worthy of worship, it made you want to give him this piece of yourself, even if it made a chill settle in your bones.

“Loki.” You whined but it soon bled into a moan as his hands journeyed beneath your robe, cupping your generous ass in his palms. His smirk sent fire racing through your veins and you felt his length throb against your soft thigh. You rocked forwards in an attempt to escape his firm grip but only succeeded in letting his length slide against your cunt, his tip bumping against your sensitive clit.

Your gasp bounced off the bedroom walls as it had done countless times before but this time felt so different. Loki’s blue eyes stared right into you, he refused to look away for a single second almost as if he were worried about scaring you off. With a gentle touch, he guided you to your knees.

“Take me.” His hand slid between your bodies and lined the head of his cock to your weeping entrance. Your lips pressed against his in a starkly gentle kiss as you slowly sank down, taking every glorious inch of him inside your cunt. 

Your moans and Loki’s quiet groans twisted together in a beautiful symphony of pleasure. His touch travelled across your plush thighs, up past your hips, grazing your breasts briefly before he cupped your cheeks. You relaxed on top of him, the burn from his thick cock now lessened to the deliciously addictive stretch you could never get enough of.

Loki’s tongue brushed against your bottom lip as your kisses quickly became more desperate. Your cunt squeezed around him making the god buck up into you forcefully. His chest rumbled with a pleased sound as he ripped his lips from yours. “Perfect girl, c’mon start riding.”

Tentatively, you rocked forwards onto your knees, rising up on his cock before slamming back down to the hilt. You could feel the way your flesh moved with the force but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about what you may look like, not when you could feel Loki everywhere. Your next bounces were more confident and quicker until your rhythm made the bed squeak beneath your bodies.

Loki looked up at you unwaveringly, his gaze a mixture of lust and adoration. His hands touched every part of you that he could reach, needing to feel your body move as you took your pleasure from him. “Good girl, that’s it. Give yourself over to ecstasy.” 

Your legs shook with the strain of the position. You huffed and sat back, trying to rest your poor legs but Loki had a different idea. His palm clapped loudly against the fat of your ass. “Keep bouncing like my good little bunny.” He growled through clenched teeth. You shivered at the power in his voice, biting down on your lip as you lifted yourself up once more.

You whimpered, the knot in your lower stomach steadily drawing tighter. Your thrusts down grew sloppier the tighter the knot became yet Loki didn’t relent his determination to have you ride him. “Please Loki.” You begged, tears gathering in your eyes as your orgasm seemed so close and yet so far.

Loki clicked his tongue as if he were annoyed but the delighted sparkle in his eye and the way his cock throbbed from deep within you said otherwise. “Is that right? Does my bunny need her god to make her cum? She’s too soft to do it herself?” You whined and ground your hips down, making Loki’s smirk broaden. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ll take care of you.”

His hands clamped down onto your hips and suddenly all the pressure was taken away from your knees. Your eyes went wide but before you could ask what he was doing, Loki lifted his hips from the mattress and thrust up into you with such power that you felt the air get forced from your lungs. “Did so good for me, bunny, so so well. You should be rewarded.” Your head lolled with each punch upwards, your stomach tensing as he bashed against the bundle of nerves inside you.

“Loki.” You weakly attempted to call out but he silenced you with a cold thumb connecting to your clit. You hiccuped as the pleasure mounted.

“Cum for me. Do it now!” He buried himself to the hilt, pulling your soft body completely against him. You shattered around him, your vision whiting out as Loki growled in your ear, emptying himself into your cunt. 

You slumped against your boyfriend and Loki laughed breathlessly, placing a soft kiss to your temple. “See, I told you there was nothing to be scared of.” Your sleepy smile made him cuddle you closer, exhaustion falling over you both like a thick blanket.

“I guess you were.” You muttered.

And as your eyelids fluttered shut, Loki whispered. “That’s it.”

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Shopping

A/N - Had my first day of school today, it was kinda exhausting but I got to talk to one of my friends from my photo 1 class from a prior year and we share alot of classes! So we'll be able to work together for the semester which will be super fun. I thought of this little blurb when I was out shopping with my mom and couldnt find things that were in my size. I hope others can relate.

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Cg!Thor x Cg!Loki x Little!plus-sized reader

(mentions of Little Peter Parker and Little Stephen Strange)

Warnings! ⚠️: Plus sized little, Thor and Loki each carry reader at a point, mentions of changing, Asgardian brothers as cgs (I love this), shopping with the brothers!! 🤭

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Thor and Loki follow closely behind you as you search for a new outfit in your favorite store. Your face lighting up when you find things in your size, and you little squeal when it fits exactly how you wanted.

Loki smiles everytime he sees sometihng he thinks you would like, but his face immediately turns when they dont have your size. He'd use his magic so you wouldnt be able to see the product and become upset over the lack of size options.

Thor would quietly and politely ask the workers for one of everything in your size, making sure to have it delivered to the tower, the extra clothing helping to replace your favorite pieces when they get older or they need to be retired.

You happily run up to loki and thor and hang off of them as they show you around the store, helping you to try on anything you'd like to, and making sure you dont touch things that might make you feel gross.

They even help you to pick up a few presents for Peter and Strange before Loki takes you out of the store while Thor pays, making sure you never see the price ever.

Loki softly smiles as you begin to fall asleep in his arms after such a good day shopping. Thor walks out and hands Loki the bags as he takes you from Lokis arms, carefully climbing in the backseat with you on his lap so he can protect you while you sleep.

Once safely in dream land, the two set you down in Thors bed as they unpack all the clothes and get them washing so you can play dress up once your up. The two high five as they sit back on the couch, a successful shopping trip in the bag. (Hehe)

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you.  "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need,  shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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Revenge

Flufftober Day 18: Teacher AU

literature teacher!Loki Laufeyson x math teacher!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: I actually love this one so much. I also just realized that we are over halfway done with Flufftober which is kind of sad. Anyway, we've got 13 more days left and I'm looking forward to the plans I have for each one. If you liked this story please reblog and I'll see y'all tomorrow.

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You are going to kill him. You are going to murder that man. You stayed after your last class yesterday so that you would be able to draw out the problems that your students would have to solve for class today. Now, written right on top of your trigonometry diagrams were the words:

“Mathematics may be defined as the subject in which we never know what we are talking about, nor whether what we are saying is true. -Bertrand Russell”

Written in the ever so familiar scrawl of the Literature Teacher, Mr. Laufeyson. Loki was a nice guy, a great teacher, and at times, a giant pain in your ass. You have no idea how this little feud of yours got started but you are certain that it has escalated beyond what it once was.

At the start, it was just funny little jokes between the two of you. He had once stolen all of the red pens that you used to grade your student’s quizzes and when you went to go look for them, they had all been taped together in one big ball and were sitting in your “Math is Fun” mug that you kept in the teacher's lounge. That was annoying and you also had no real way of knowing who had done it. Until he had brought it up the next day and asked how grading had gone.

You had retaliated by going in early the next morning and moving all of the furniture in his classroom an inch to the left. It had thrown him off just enough that he had tripped on his rug during a lecture and faceplanted. All of your students were talking about it two periods later when they arrived in your class and you were all smiles for the rest of the day.

So far, there has not been any lasting damage, and all of your coworkers find it more amusing than annoying which is a good thing because neither of you wanted to get the administration involved. 

You were not amused by the board graffiti you had found when you came in your class this morning, and while you were re-drawing the problems he had ruined you were thinking of how you could get back to him later that day.

Your plans for revenge had to be put on the back burner as students started filing into your classroom. Half of them looked so tired that you genuinely thought they might fall asleep at their desks and the others looked entirely too frazzled for 7:30 in the morning.

It wasn’t until after you had had your lunch break that an idea had come to you about a way to get back at Loki. You grabbed the pile of graded quizzes from your desk, ones that you were able to grade in red pen thank you very much, and started making your way upstairs to where Mr. Laufeyson’s class was located.

You knew that he was teaching his British Literature elective right now, as it was fifth period. You also knew that most of the kids in that class were also in your Calculus class at the end of the day.

You didn’t wait for very long before pulling open the door to his classroom and waltzing right in with a smirk across your face.

“Good Afternoon Mr. Laufeysoon, pardon the interruption but I have some quizzes I need to give back to some students ASAP.” Without waiting for a response you began walking up and down the rows of desks in his class passing out the graded quizzes to your very amused students. You noticed that he had stopped talking when you had walked into the room and hadn’t started up again. “Go ahead,” you had told him, “don’t want to waste valuable teaching time.” You continued to pass out the papers, all while trying to not burst out laughing at the look on his face.

“Um, yes right. Well as I was saying. Shakespeare was a minor god of his time. His ability to-”

“Hey Derek, I wanted to talk to you about this question that you got wrong, would you be able to stay a little bit after our class to talk about it.” You sent a small wink to Derek and put a finger to your mouth to indicate that he shouldn’t say anything. “I just don’t want to waste any class time going over it today, we have a lot to cover.” Derek just nodded and you could see his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.

“Are you done?” Loki asked, slanting his hips to one side and placing the hand not holding his open book on them. “Because I have a class to be teaching right now.” He lifted his eyebrows and you acquiesced. You wanted to mess with him, not ruin his whole class plan for that day.

“Yes, I’m done. Thank you for letting me hand those out.” You smiled sweetly at him and began walking back out of his room. Just barely hearing his mutter of “I didn’t let you do anything.” As you passed by him.

Mission accomplished you headed back down to your classroom and started gathering up the things you would need to teach the next period. You didn’t expect that he would have the time to be able to get you back today. But you were for sure expecting some kind of retaliation the next day.

It wasn’t until your last period that you were proven wrong. Everything seemed normal, your students filled in slightly ansty as it was the last period and everyone was ready to go home. They all pulled out their work and started on the problems you had written on the board. 

It wasn’t until you started calling on them that you realized what you had opened yourself up to.

You called on Derek first, he was one of the more academically inclined students you had but he was shy about answering in front of the class. You knew he had gotten the answer right, you had looked at his work before you called them all back to focus. But what you weren't expecting was for him to give you his answer in eh most god-awful British accent you had ever heard.

“I doth believeth that the answer to this problemeth is 42.3”. You were baffled. You had no idea what was going on and the fact that Derek had said all this with such a straight face made you think you were having some kind of hallucination episode in the middle of class. But instead of mentioning it you just decided to move on.

“Oh-kay. Um… Samantha what did you get for number 2.”

Again you were met with an awful accent and weird olde- english phrasing.

“Yes, Madame, the answereth I haveth arrived at was X equaleth 110”.

Now that you knew you weren’t just having a breakdown and something was actually happening you didn’t hold yourself back.

“What is happening right now? I don’t- why are you guys being so weird.”

You were met with utter silence, which was rare in your classroom of 23 teenagers. But you didn’t move on. You stared each of them down, focusing a little harder on trying to get the weak ones to crack. Finally, it was Abigail who let the cat out of the bag. She was sweet, but notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

“Mr. Laufeyson said he would give five bonus points to anyone who used a bad accent in your class today.” She let out in all one breath, “More points if you spoke like someone out of Shakespeare.”

You ran your tongue across the front of your teeth. “Did he?” You let out a sort of incredulous laugh and shook your head a little. “Well then, bonus points on the next quiz to whoever can steal the marble apple off his desk and bring it to me tomorrow.” Your students all began to laugh a little bit and some had a look of extreme determination across their faces at your words.

Your class continued sans silly accents and you sent your students home for the day without any homework. As you started cleaning up your desk, putting your laptop in your bag, and grabbing your sweater off the back of your chair you were interrupted by the voice of your arch-nemesis.

“You are positively wicked.” Loki was leaning up against the frame of the door to your classroom, his jacket also on his arm and his messenger bag slung across his shoulders.

“You started it with the Russell quote on my board. You knew how much time I put into drawing those problems.”

“Admit it, it made you smile when you saw it.” He began to cross across the room towards your desk,

“Maybe, but what really almost made me lose it laughing was Samantha’s horrible British accent.” You looked up at him and let out a small laugh at the memory. “So maybe, Mr. Laufeyson, you are the wicked one.”

“I might be, Mrs. Laufeyson but you were the one who married me.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” You chuckled once again and leaned up to place a kiss upon your husband’s lips.

“May I ask what plans you have concocted to get back at me tomorrow Darling?” He asked.

“You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself tomorrow, Love.”

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☆ Too Sweet.

"I think I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you're too sweet for me..."

- Too Sweet; Hozier.

-> Pairing: Loki x fem! chubby!reader.

-> CW: 18+ CONTENT! NSFW! SMUT AHEAD! MINORS, DNI. fem! reader! she/her prns used, fem genitalia used. chubby reader!

-> TW: Shibari! Consent discussed beforehand, (light) dubcon bc like reader is tied up, no use of y/n, porn with slight plot, p in v, gagging, bondage, praising and light body worship? Loki likes thick girls. argue w the wall. Mentions of sex in front of a mirror at the end !! <3

W/C: 1.8k

╰┈➤ Lex's note: okay... is this totally self indulgent? yes. have i gone down a massive Loki spree? yes. Hozier, the man you are. YES, fans, I HAVE been listening to 'Too Sweet' by Hozier on repeat for the last 10 minutes. How did you know aha ha. Erm, I hope i ate w this. i think i did? but if nobody reassures me as soon as they read this then ill probably die (joke). lmk how we feel about this!!

Your eyes were captivating.

The colour seemed to look correct only in your irises, Loki believed. He loved you. He loved every breath you stole, and every breath you gave. He loved looking at your lips and zoning out on them when you'd babble inanely on a topic you thoroughly enjoyed. Loved the way you'd bite at your lip when you tried to hide a cheeky smile. Loki loved the way you fidgeted with the jewellery you wore- the many necklaces layered, the many bracelets with charms that jingled and clinked together softly every time you waved your arms around. He especially loved the way you styled yourself- he was always thoroughly amused and interested in the way you expressed yourself through your choices of fashion. The colours you used seemed to look good on you only. As well as on the bedroom floor after he'd tear them off you.

There was once a time where Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief, thought you were too sweet for him. You were sweet cocktails, and milky brown coffees with a pump of sugary syrup. You were fresh fruits and cream, an innocent treat on a lovely summer's day.

While he was the absolute epitome of bitterness. Whiskey, neat. Coffee, black. Black as the hole in his heart every time he'd be distant from you. So he made you his muse- he became your shadow.

And he didn't regret it one bit- not with the way you currently looked beneath him.

Your glossy lips were smudged and puffy from being kissed before a ball gag split them apart, nestled comfortably in between to make your sentences a mumbled whine. The rope that wound around your body made your plush skin bulge slightly against the tightness of the confines, holding every bit of fabric from your clothing in place tight as possible, as if it was there for one purpose only. He was a firm believer in having a bit of meat in his meals, always. So when he saw the way the soft fat of your thighs, and the way the smooth curves of your breasts bulged against the snug of the shibari rope, his cock twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh softly. Look at him, cock jumping in his pants like a virgin. How laughable.

It was your fault, of course. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes as you happily squirmed while he pulled the rope around you carefully, the process slow and calculated, pressing his lips over every curve, every surface of skin like worship at a temple. The temple he was about to destroy.

"My pretty girl... my goddess." He couldn't help but gush sweetness when it came to you, cupping your face as he stood in front of you, his legs hitting the side of the bed. You were on your knees, calves tucked under you as you sat on your haunches, bound prettily with dark green rope that contrasted your skin with a soft glow- his choice, of course. When you suggested the concept of 'shibari' to him, he was sceptical at first. But when he saw why it was revered as an 'art', he practically frothed at the mouth, cock rising in his pants at the ideas that formed.

You, currently bound, gagged and absolutely loving life, hummed in response to his cooing praise, leaning into his touch as you wiggled happily on the shared bed, looking up at him with hazy, lustful eyes that were glazed over with adoration- and an insatiable need for him. Your cunt clenched eagerly around nothing, but his fingers running over the line of your jaw, down your throat, and over the rope that cut into your skin gently was promise enough that he'd give you the attention you craved so desperately.

"You drive me mad, darling. Do you like that? Do you like knowing this," He ran a hand down his chest, over his bulge, which was not discreet in the slightest with the way it tented in his pants, "Absolutely aches for you? This is what you do to me." He hissed as he pulled himself free from the confines of his trousers, and he inwardly grinned at the way your eyes widened in delight as you whined, watching him stroke himself.

He wore a dark green button down shirt, sleeves rolled up at the elbow with the two top buttons undone. His hair was mussed in that attractive messy way that you always talked about. He didn't know what you meant, but he figured it was something good if you were always 'jumping his bones' about it. He had set the scene perfectly for you both tonight, but the look in your eyes was enough for him to give in already. He felt warmth tingle through him as he stroked himself, glancing down at the way he leaked for you. Always for you. Such a spoilt girl. His girl.

Loki grit his teeth, before pulling you close by the rope harness around your torso, his cock nudging against your stomach, pre cum smearing against your skin, making you whine through the ball gag. Drool began to run down the sides of your lips, and the God let out a mirthful chuckle, stroking the side of your face before pulling your chin up, making you look at him. "Such a needy little thing. So spoiled. Shall I spoil you more, hm?"

He forced you around gently, your naked back against his clothed chest, your body squirming against his eagerly, your pretty eyes blinking up at him as you whined garbled pleas, rocking your hips back impatiently. Your restricted movement made Loki smile, and he chuckled as he pressed his lips to the back of your neck, before kissing straight down, over your spine.

"My sweet girl. My pretty goddess. A delicacy, all for me." He cooed, and you shuddered, eyelids fluttering shut as you keened softly for him, for the way his hands groped you, running over the soft pudge that shaped your body. Loki lost himself, almost completely forgetting his weeping erection as he kissed down your back, over your shoulders, around your neck. Then, with a wave of his left hand while his right hand pushed you down, the ropes shifted, freeing your thighs to be spread before you were tied again, ass arced up in the air on display for him.

His hands roamed over the globes, and he pressed his kisses- as well as a few loving nips that made you squeak, before he leaned down to what he was looking for. His eyes honed in on your glistening cunt, your folds wet and twitching prettily as he blew cold air before chuckling to himself, like you were an amusing little toy. He had to stop himself from being too cruel, and licked at the nectar that seeped from your slit, enjoying the way you whined for him. "Very vocal tonight, my love." He sighed mockingly, as if you were troubling him. Of course you were, when you tasted as sweet as you did. Almost too sweet.

He knelt in front of the bed and lapped at you hungrily, hands gripping at your bound flesh enough to leave red lines from where his large fingers marked you. He let out a soft growl that dissolved into a groan- how could something as sweet and gentle as you get him so riled up? The depravity that tore through him would scare away any normal partner.

He supposed he should've sent a little 'thank you' to whatever higher power decided you'd be absolutely perfect in creation then. His tongue was hot against your sex, and his soft pants made your toes curl and sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulled you apart with his mouth. He absolutely loved eating you out- loved the way he could feel you fall apart on his tongue. That was his power. Putting you on the throne of the world with his love. Your body flinched and twitched as he ate you out so desperately, and you whined in response to the image that procured in your head- chin glistening, lips smudged from how intensely he focused on his craft; the craft of making you cum. He licked and sucked, and from the way you got wetter, he could tell you were thinking about him. He toyed with you a bit more before finally letting you cum, directing his tongue to work and stroke

"Getting restless, my love?" He hummed, licking his lips and wearing a fox-like grin as he lifted his left hand, slipping two careful fingers into you to scissor and stretch your weeping cunt in preparation for what you had been craving for the past hour and a bit. His other hand was spent working himself, though he was stiff as a pole from the moment you had shyly offered him the rope and the salacious proposition. You both had been craving this for the longest time- of course, you had spent all day together anyway, but the magic in the intimacy that happened once night shrouded your part of the world as indescribable.

Usually, he could lovingly torment you for hours, watching you helplessly drip your arousal onto the sheets below, but tonight was all about you. You wanted him to be rough, and mean, the facade he usually liked to put on- but he couldn’t help but worship the curves that made up your body, his gentleness a refreshing buffer from the depravity you two usually indulged in. So when your garbled moans sounded, Loki immediately removed his fingers and aligned himself at your sopping wet entrance, substituting his digits for his godly cock, pushing himself in and releasing a guttural groan- one that came from the depths as he felt your cunt greedily suck him in, enveloping him in your warmth, as if you were seducing him to never leave as he sank deeper within you. He’s completely drunk on you, losing his cool as his eyes hone in on where you two meet, enjoying the feeling of your clenching as he repeatedly sinks into you with slow, deliberate thrusts.

He glances up to see your face, only to notice your head facing forward, your darling eyes transfixed on- Ah. He understands and leans forward to wrap a careful hand around your throat, holding it gently as he pulled you up, both of you watching the mirror that was ‘coincidentally’ placed in front of your bed- you had no regrets, and he certainly put it to use for you the first night you two shared the room. Your eyes met in the reflection, and his head tilted coyly, nudging the side of your face gently as he humped into you, while you were still tied up all pretty for him. Your gagged moans and whines were music, and he swore that with every thrust, he could hear the sound of wedding bells somewhere off in the distance.

Sometimes Loki wonders if you’re too sweet for him. But when he sees your perfect eyes rolling into the back of your head as his calculated thrusts send his cock stretching you out for him, he’s content. When he sees your sweet little cheeks flushed pink as you eagerly watch with glossy, lust-glazed eyes, the image of yourself being impaled on his cock over and over, Loki realises that you’re perfect.

╰┈➤ Lex's note 2: AH i didn't go too crazy w this pls forgive me, i was in the mood for somethin soft 🙂‍↕️ BUT ! i will HAPPILY take requests for more 😗