Warnings/Promises: hastily written smut, suit!Dean, some dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluffy-ish ending, no cut and NSFW (no gifs, just the text is SUPER smutty)
Word Count: 590
Note: It was move-in week, so this is super short. But it’s also very to the point. Enjoy!
Case-forced celibacy was the worst. It made everybody antsy and short-tempered. Mistakes were made. Things were said that weren’t true. Other things were left unsaid. So when those cases ended, you welcomed the idea of not being able to walk for a week.
“Come here.”
You did as Dean told you, stepping to the spot on the floor he was pointing to. It brought you chest-to-chest with him. He was clothed in his suit while yours had already piled on the floor. You hissed as he yanked your head back by your hair and sucked at your neck. He walked forward until your back crashed into your bedroom wall making some pictures rattle. Your hands frantically pulled at his suit shirt, but he batted your hands away. When you persisted, he tossed you onto the bed and pinned your wrists above your head.
“No,” he growled. “It’ll be better if you don’t try to move. Because I am going to make you cum and cum and cum until you can’t move anyway.” He silenced any rebuttal by ravaging your mouth until you couldn’t breathe. His hands gripped at your hips while his bucked. You could feel how hot and hard he was through the cloth. “Y/N,” he moaned against your skin. Rough, nipping kisses crossed down your body as his hands traveled up to your breasts. Those bright green eyes stayed on the placement of your wrists, smirking when you grabbed onto the headboard.
You shrieked. Dean dove int your sex. He lapped and sucked and hungrily did everything in his power to make you arch off the bed. His hands abandoned your breasts to control your thighs. He kept them from clamping around his head, spreading them as wide as your sore muscles could handle. Dean growled into you as you begged.
“Keep talkin’, Y/N. It’s the only voice you’re going to have for a while after this.”
Already he was making good on his promise. You were crying out when Dean curled two fingers into your heat. Whimpers. Screams. Mewling. Groveling. He wanted it all. And he took it all in exchange for mind-blurring pleasure. By the time he was crawling up your body again, you had come at least three times and you could barely feel your legs. At some point, he had shed his shirt and you could see his sweat-glistening muscles from under lidded eyes.
The sound of his zipper brought you back from faded consciousness.
A wrangled puff of air was all you could give as he thrust into you in one breath. You held onto the headboard for dear life as Dean fucked you as hard as you needed it. As desperately as he needed it. The headboard thumped wildly against the wall. Skin on skin was occasionally overcome by Dean’s grunts or your hoarse screams. Your body was raging. Your toes, fingertips, and nipples were cold. Dean’s eyes were still watching you. Blazing and intense enough to make you come at his bidding. He fell forward and took your hands, bringing you almost nose to nose. His eyes finally closed while his hips stuttered.
You were crushed under his weight, not that you cared. Your hands were your own once again. Dean gasped as you clawed down his back and flexed your walls, not that he cared. Neither of you cared what had been said or unsaid during the case.
Prompt: “Could you write some smutty stuff with Alexa Bliss? Female reader. No other specific. Thnx!”
The competition of who can win their match while distracted has another victor. The loser is at their beck and call. Not that either would complain.
Pairing: Alexa Bliss x Female!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: use of toys while working, oral, mutual thigh riding, begging
Word Count: 1080
Note: Had to do a little smut research for this request. I hope it came out like you wanted, anon! Thanks for sending it in. It’s my first Alexa fic, and my first w|w fic, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If you’ve got an idea of your own or a tag list you’d like to join, just let me know. Enjoy!
You had a love-hate relationship with Alexa Bliss. To the WWE Universe, you hated her. Despised her. Did everything in your power to keep her from winning another championship. Once the cameras were gone and ring was packed away, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Love in the shadows. This lead to innovative ways to show affection.
Which is why you were already sweating bullets at the beginning of your match.
Alexa was leering at you from the other side of the ring, backing up her partner. Mickie was unaware of your predicament and showed no mercy. You rolled out of the way of a kick but stumbled when the vibrating in your gear jumped. It was in two places: your panties, and over your nipples. Originally, you had come up with the bra inserts (made from other pantie sets). You liked that most remote systems ran on the same frequencies. It had since then backfired. Mickie continued to chase you around the ring, grabbing your hair and slamming you to the mat. Your groan of pain out higher pitched than usual. You hoped Mickie wouldn’t notice.
With a deep breath, you leapt to your feet and started an attack of your own. The buzzing of your system interwove with the adrenaline, making you move faster and lighter on your feet. Even then, the hits you took made you moan instead of puff in pain. Mickie was beginning to give you looks.
She caught you in a headlock. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She cried out as you twisted out.
“I’m… fine.” You turned to glare at Alexa. Things had gone up another notch.
By the end of the match, you were more focused on not cumming in the middle of the ring than winning. You were eventually pinned, with Alexa whooping in triumph for more than one reason. She at least turned everything off before she left up the ramp.
She was waiting for you in her dressing room spread out across the couch. You couldn’t tell if she looked more like an unimpressed cat or some princess in a Renaissance painting. Either way, Alexa curled her finger and drew you into the room. The click of the lock was surprisingly loud. Or maybe you were just super on edge.
“You lost.”
“That I did. With your help of course.” You smirked. “Are waiting to get to the hotel, or-“
“When am I ever that patient?”
You nodded and kneeled in front of her. She leaned up so you could remove her shorts and get to work. Her fingers wove into your hair and guided you. From the corner of your eye, you saw her twirl the remote. You worked faster. The quicker you could get her off, the sooner she would let you cum.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” Alexa grinned as you froze. “I’m not patient enough for the drive, but don’t rush it, honey.” She tapped the back of your head for you to start again, but slower.
The focus now wasn’t to be fast. It was to be torturous. Like she had played with you in the ring. You lived for her whimpers and her sighs. Bumps raised on her skin as you trailed your fingers up her legs to her slit. You were just adding them to giving her pleasure when a shock jolted through you. She clicked the settings on the remote up to mid-power and hummed as you panted against her thigh. You squeezed your thighs together against the onslaught. Her legs fought against closing around you too as her release drew nearer.
“Not yet.” She tugged you away and fell on top of you on the floor. Sitting on your waist, she undulated her hips to match your bucking. Her fingers worked up under your top. “You should get rid of your gear.” She helped you remove it, then leaned forward and latched her lips around one of your sensitive nipples. All the while she kept moving her hips, chuckling as your movements became more frantic. She nipped between your breasts. “You’re still wearing too much gear.”
You gave a sigh of relief as you were stripped bare. Alexa perched on your thigh, pressing one of hers into the juncture between your legs. She sat up straight with her hands on your breasts. Roughly she squeezed and kneaded them, making your mouth fall open for breathless panting.
“You look so delicious like this, Y/N,” she cooed. She started to slide back and forth, shuddering with her own sparks. “My personal toy. It’s so easy to work you up. I wonder if anybody would have noticed if you had cum tonight.” Your groan hitched as she clawed her nails down your stomach. “Bet you want to cum now too, huh?”
So that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to beg. You could fight it for a while but knew the game would be up soon when she sucked her thumb into her mouth. It made you arch when she began to lazily circle your clit with it.
“Any time you want to start, honey.” When you bit your lip, she shifted so she could curl two fingers into your heat.
“Alexa,” you drawled out in a sigh. With a whimper, you bucked harder onto her hand. “Please-“
“Please what, Y/N?”
You moaned. “Please let me cum. Let me make you cum.” On a whim, you mirrored her earlier action and sucked your thumb into your mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss as you hurried to convince her. The way her lips parted made you want to taste them, so you tried harder. “So beautiful. Alexa, please.”
She nodded. “Then keep going. I’ll take care of you.” Her fingers pumped faster. She had all the control except of your thumb. In reckless parallel abandon, you both raced for the finish. Alexa’s praise descended into cursing as your walls contracted around her fingers. Your leg was slick with her and she squeezed your thigh between her own. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” Her voice sounded as wrecked as you felt.
When her nails scrapped down your side you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your toes curled to cramping and the bow of your back angled your thigh just right. Alexa screamed and shivered. Even though your arms were like jello, you braced against them as Alexa pulled you up for a kiss.
“Now we can go to the hotel. And I’m going to finish what I started.”
Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess
Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 1430
Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.
“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”
Heaven help you.
“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.
“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.
“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”
He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.
“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.
“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.
“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.
“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“
He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”
“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”
Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”
Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess
Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 1430
Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.
“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”
Heaven help you.
“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.
“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.
“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”
He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.
“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.
“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.
“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.
“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“
He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”
“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”
Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”
“Strip.”
Your clothes dropped to the floor of your hotel room as fast as you could fumble out of the buttons and zippers. For whatever reason, your bra clasps got stuck. Your heart jumped to your throat as Drew stepped towards you.
“Allow me.” He stared down at you, reaching behind and freeing you. His hands grazed down your sides to your hips. With the slightest touch, he sent the last of the fabric to the floor. His breath caught in his throat and he reached up to thumb over your nipples. You closed your eyes in bliss, leaning into his touch. He stepped back and smiled as you whined. Drew palmed at the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips, then flicked your eyes back up to his face. Where they were supposed to be.
He sat down on the bed and tilted his head so he could appreciate your form better. You stayed as still as you could, despite the buzzing under your skin. Again, your eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants.
“Do ya want it?” He caught your eye with a bemused expression on his face. When you nodded, he leaned back on the bed and motioned you over with two curling fingers. You took slow steps, trying not to seem too eager. “I asked, do ya want it?” You quickly closed the distance and reached for the buckle on his pants. He unbuttoned the top button of his suit shirt while you lowered his zipper. You reached through the slit in his short for his length, brushing your thumb along the vein while pulling it out.
Bracing yourself on his thighs, you leaned down and gave his head a test lick. Drew groaned and let his head fall back. His thighs tensed under your hands as you ventured further. You licked the underside of his length from base to tip, pleased when he gasped in surprise. You took a deep breath. With one last lick of your lips, you began to wrap your mouth around him. Hollow. Suck. Lick. Batt your eyes. Repeat. You found your rhythm and gave Drew what you knew he liked. Behind it, you hoped you were telling him how much you preferred to be there with him than anywhere with Dolph.
You whined as Drew gently took hold of your hair and pulled you away.
“Nu-uh. I’m in control.”
“Yes, Sir,” you said without hesitation.
Drew couldn’t hide the dimple that peaked out. “Good girl.” He moved you to one side so he could stand and shed his pants and shorts. You took the initiative to unbutton his shirt. When it was open, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself into his warm chest, breathing deeply. His fingers combed through your hair and his chest began to rise and fall to match your breathing.
With a shrug, he dropped the shirt to the floor. You squealed as he fell back onto the bed with you trapped in his arms. He guided you up to sit on his stomach. Automatically, your hands splayed open across his pecs, which rippled under your touch. His hands came to rest on your hips. With a smirk, he began to guide you to slide back and forth. His cock was trapped beneath you. Your hips bucked each time the tip bumped into your clit. You tried to rush back for that sensation, but he maintained the pace. The longer he controlled you, the wetter you became.
Finally, he helped you up to sink down on his cock. You wiggled your hips at the bottom, feeling him fill you up so perfectly. A sigh fell from your lips. Your eyes snapped open from their hazy relaxed state and you slapped a hand over your mouth. Drew reached up and brought your hand back to his chest.
“I want ta hear ya, love. An’ by the time I’m done with ya, the whole floor is gonna know who you belon’ ta.”
Next thing you knew, you were on your back and Drew was holding your legs up and wide for him. You screamed his name as he thrust roughly into you. You saw stars. Clawing at the sheets, you fought to keep your eyes open because the view was spectacular.
Drew’s eyes were blazing. His hair had fallen over his face, and it swung as he rocked his hips forward and back. His skin was shiny with sweat, which dripped down between the curves of his abs. His chiseled jaw was taunt. You were mostly drawn to his lips, pursed tightly together though occasionally opening to let out a puff or a shout. Drew’s eyes drooped shut as your walls clamped around him.
“Cum, lass. Don’t worry; it won’t be ya last tonight.”
Your toes curled as he leaned forward to bury himself further in your heat. The blood rushing in your ears gave way to ringing when Drew flicked at your clit. You arched as far as you could go, then fell back into the sheets. Drew followed with a shout of his own, followed by moaning your name.
One he had eased out of you, he fell to lay beside you. You curled yourself into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. You were fighting off sleep when he started to stroke your arm.
“Rest, love. Just for a bit,” he hummed. “Dolph’s gonna be in ta next room in a few hours, probl’y alone. And I plan on making sure he hears who ya belong to as well.” He made room for you as you wriggled up to lay next to him on the pillows.
You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “Nothing like hearing how it should be done to get the lesson through his thick skull. I’m yours. And nobody is going to take me away from you.”
Drew nipped along the underside of your jaw to your ear. “Yer damn raight.”
Prompt: Hi could I please have a Loki fic where he and reader make love in various public places in Paris ending in the top of the Eiffel Tower dom!loki please? {And:} Hi may I have a dom!Loki fic where he and reader are in Paris and he takes her in very public places?
Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, public smut, smut protected by magic, risk of being seen, language, Loki being Loki, slight overstimulation, fluff ending
Word Count: 2560
Note: This is an incredibly naughty fic. It may be the city of romance, but I do not condone trying out these places in such a way. Except maybe the first one if it’s dark enough outside that you are hidden. Thank you to the anon(s) for this request! As always, my requests and tag lists are open, and I hope you enjoy the fic!
When you woke up the first time, your face was smashed into an unfamiliar pillow and Loki was tightly hugging you from behind. His breathing was even, still in the clutches of blissful sleep. You breathed deep and turned too curl into his chest. The glance of the room wasn’t enough to tell you anything more about your location, but Loki was there. You were safe.
The second time you woke up, Loki was stroking your face. His whispered voice humming your name finished pulling you out of your sleep. You hummed back and buried your face further into his chest. It was brighter. You were not ready to deal with it just yet.
“Come, love. I have a surprise for you.”
“Does the surprise explain why we’re not at home?” You suppressed a smile as Loki swallowed covertly. Busted.
“It does. And I think you will like it.” He pushed a curl out of your face and waited. When you still refused to open your eyes, Loki made do.
“Ow!” You glared at him and rubbed at your forehead where he’d poked you.
“Next will be the covers.” His grin promised that he would stay true to his word. He chuckled when you groaned and sat up against the backboard with you.
It looked like an apartment. It was painted light blue with gold accents and there were bright red roses in the various vases around the room. The matching drapes fluttered in the window, drawing your attention to the cool breeze wafting into the room. A Loki double shimmered nearby and pulled back the fabric. Outside you could make out a faint skyline, though the distance obscured your vision.
“Is that?” You gasped. “Is that Paris?” Before Loki could answer, you toppled him over in the bed with a flurry of kisses. You both laughed as Loki tried to speak through your delighted interruptions.
“You. Said. You always. Wanted to come.” Loki flipped you and pinned your arms beside your head.
“I like my surprise,” you said, beaming. A confused squeal erupted from your lips as Loki tugged you from the bed and carried you to the window and stood you against the outside wall. The confusion turned to fright as he tugged down your sleeping shorts. “What are you-“ Loki silenced you with a nip to your inner thigh. You knew exactly what he was doing. “We’ll be seen.”
Loki growled. “Your surprise is not complete. Now take it like a good girl and stand there. If you can manage it.” He didn’t let you argue and continued nipping at your thigh. He scratched his nails up your legs to your hips. When he had you pinned firmly to the wall, he nosed your stance wider and began to lap at your center. You moaned and bucked down towards his ministrations, clamping your hand over your mouth. He stopped. “We are several floors above the square. If they hear you, it will mean you are truly enjoying yourself. Relax. It’s all part of the surprise.”
You uncovered your mouth just in time to sigh something along the lines of ‘Yes sir’ as Loki added his long fingers to your pleasure. He curled and twisted them, relishing in the squelching and your breathless sighs. Your thighs began to tremble on either side of his face. To balance you, he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, steadying you with his kneeling position. His slurping grew louder as you clawed frantically at his shoulders. At the edge of your vision, you could see the Eiffel tower, but your vision rolled into the back of your head as Loki roughly thumbed at your clit. You quaked against the wall as the orgasm washed over you. He hummed in delighted success and carried you back to the bed once your shivers had receded.
With a snap of his fingers, you were cleaned up and dressed in the matching set of underwear that was his favorite. You got up and swayed your hips on the way to the closet. “Did you happen to bring any clothes for me to wear?”
Loki leaned against the headboard. “I considered only bringing this beautiful selection and then clothing you with magic for the day. But if you drive me to distraction, as you do, I don’t want to share the sight of you with the other tourists.” He chuckled as you opened the closet doors to reveal a few of your sundresses. “Lady’s choice.”
You smirked at him and chose one of the longer ones with a heavier hem than the rest. Hopefully, today wouldn’t be too breezy. A hum of excitement settled into your skin. You were in Paris. And you were wearing clothes that could be ‘easily accessed.’
After pulling your hair back, Loki whisked you out the door and began your tour. He knew your list well. He promised the trip was going to be for multiple days, so places like the Louvre could happen later. Around mid-day, you arrived at Versailles. When the majestic palace drove into view, you gripped Loki’s hand tight and didn’t let go for most of the tour. It was everything you had hoped it would be. Beautiful and with a sad story, and so filled with a history that you spilled out to Loki with every chance you took.
The Hall of Mirrors came into view. It was crowded but emptied out by a lot as a tour group left. Loki tugged you into a corner and pinned you between him and the mirrors. He placed a finger on your lips and closed his eyes in concentration. A bubble like a two-way mirror surrounded you from floor to ceiling. Outside of it, you could see doubles of Loki and yourself reading a pamphlet. Inside the bubble, Loki sucked on your neck.
“You will have to be quiet here,” he whispered. “This magic is not soundproof. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” You in return angled your head up to give him more access to your throat.
“Good girl,” he hummed. “You are allowed to make yourself cum, though I suggest you do it quickly. Your dress has been an inspiration.”
He put light pressure on your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. You reached up and undid the front of his pants and helped his length out into the open. With an arched eyebrow, he encouraged you to take it into your mouth. His jaw clenched as you followed his silent command and he gripped your hair tightly. Looking up past him, you could see yourself reflected all around you in the mirrors protected by the magic. Outside, the crowd was oblivious to your actions. You reached under your skirt with the thrill of it, moaning around Loki at how wet you were.
Loki growled in pleasure and warning. A patron standing outside looked around for the noise, then continued on their way. You moved faster. It was a bit of a challenge to keep quiet bobbing back and forth on Loki’s cock. You swallowed as you grazed over your clit. The jolt almost sent Loki off balance, but he didn’t seem to care. With a start, you wondered if his magic would hold if you ‘distracted’ him. You moved your fingers under your skirt faster. Loki’s grip on your shoulder and your hair tightened and his mouth was parted with silent panting. Your movements on him slowed as you reached your second peak of the day. His green eyes were bright and stayed on you, glinting with delight. They clamped shut as his cum filled your mouth. You swallowed it down, careful not to spill a drop.
When you were finished, he helped you to your feet and straightened your dress. He took your fingers into his mouth and sucked your essence off them. With another snap of his fingers, your hair was righted, his clothes were straightened, and the juncture of your thighs were warm as is he had cleaned you up with a warm towel. The doubles turned their backs to you and you walked into them, them fading into you as Loki’s magic ended. The rest of Versailles was the same as the beginning, but Loki’s hand on your hip or the small of your back reminded you of what else the day might hold.
It was getting dark. While there were still a few days to get there, you were kind of disappointed that Loki hadn’t led you to the place at the top of your list. You trusted his plan but still wanted to have that moment on the first day.
You were finishing a midnight dessert when Loki took your hand and led you into an alley. It was too dark to see where you were going, but you felt he ground change beneath your feet from stone to metal. When you emerged from the other side, the skyline was below you. You stepped away from Loki and moved around in the space. After a few seconds of observation, you ran back to him and jumped into his arms.
“You didn’t forget!”
“Of course not, love.” Loki kissed you on the tip of your nose, smiling as you scrunched up your face. “We’re coming again tomorrow so you can see Paris in the daylight, but I wanted to give you the nighttime view without the crowd. Enjoy.”
He let you go and tried to keep up a you hurried from one view to another on top of the Eiffel Tower. Eventually, he gave up and stood in one corner of the platform. Though you couldn’t see it, he watched you with a blissful smile as you rushed to absorb the view as much as possible. It amused him that you couldn’t seem to see enough of the lights of Paris. Normally the light pollution would prevent seeing the stars too, but that is what magic is for. He chuckled as you crashed into him; your breathing was rushed, and your face flushed despite the cool night air.
“Do you like your surprise?” he asked. You could only hum in delight as you continued to soak up the experience. He stood behind you at the railing, watching the city below while resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand resting on your hip trailed forward over your stomach, making your breath hitch. “Do you have enough for one more?”
You groaned and leaned back into him. “Yes, Loki.” You jumped as he lightly slapped the top of your thigh. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now stand still.” He reached under the front of your skirt and teased his fingers at the top of your panties. His touch grazed over your clothed sex, making you buck into his hand. His breath was hot on the back of your neck. You keened as he kept his touch on the outside of the fabric, still managing to work you up until he could feel your arousal through it. He nipped at your neck and sucked on your pulse point. Already you were so close. Loki knew you so well and knew how to play your sensations like a lustful instrument.
When he finally touched your heated skin you gasped at his freezing touch. “Loki,” you said, biting down on your lip. You gripped the railing hard enough for your knuckles to lighten.
“Be loud for me darling. Let go as much as you like.” His voice dipped into a promising growl. “Tell me how much you are enjoying your pleasure.”
You let out a surprised squeak as he snapped his fingers to make your clothes disappear. A shiver of thrill shot through you, making you giggle. You were naked on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Leave it to Loki to take your wildest dreams to greater heights.
He had your full attention once again as his skin pressed against yours. His length was pressed into your backside. You arched under the touch of his lips kissing their way across your shoulder blades even as he dipped his fingers into your sex. He chuckled at your sad cry as he pulled them away. The emptiness was replaced by a series of short thrusts until he bottomed out. Your grip on the railing almost failed as your body fluttered around him.
Warm shivers spread through your body as Loki ran his hands down either side your spine to grasp your hips. The first collision made you both cry out. He kept his pace erratic. Random. Even as you attempted to push back against him to find some rhythm, Loki kept control. The pace stayed slow for what seemed like an eternity. Loki reached around and played equally slow circles into your clit.
“Please,” you moaned.
“Oh, do you want something, pet?”
“Fuck me, sir. Need you.”
“Is that so?” Loki’s laugh rumbled as you whimpered. “Ask again. Nicely.” He gave a swat to your ass, then kneading the sting away.
“Please, sir. Fuck me. Like only you can. Please, please, please.”
You broke off with a mangled breath. Loki did what you asked, setting a ruthless pace. That icy fire raced from your heart through your body, jolting with each touch to your clit. The lights of the city below blurred and blinked in and out as you fought to keep your eyes open. Loki’s breathing was ragged above you. Though your legs threatened to collapse, you did your best to push back to meet him. His grip tightened to the possible bruising point on your hips. Leaning down, he bit at the top of your shoulder and sucked hard enough that there would be a bruise in the morning. Your heart was pumping so fast it felt like it might fly out of your chest at any second, but your orgasm ripped through you first. With your walls clamping down on him, Loki’s high-pitched whine mingled with you shouting his name. He kept moving, chasing his release even as your body tried to wriggle away from the overstimulation. He finally stilled, coating your walls with his cum, making you shudder with each spurt.
Both of you fought to catch your breath. When you had found yours, Loki turned you around and stole it away again with a deep kiss.
Loki lifted you into his arms and carried you in the direction of the portal. For a split second, you worried that he was going to walk back into the earlier alley and come out with a still-naked you at the same café. You sighed slightly in relief as the apartment came into view. He placed you on the bed and joined you a few minutes after cleaning you up by hand and making sure you had some water.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
You were confused. “Shouldn’t I be saying that? You were the one who gave me the surprise.”
“You gave me equal joy in letting me be a part of your excitement for this city. You are one of a kind, darling.” He kissed your forehead and helped you wiggle closer to his chest. You were asleep soon with your steady breathing giving warm puffs to his chest. Loki watched you sleep with a small smile on his face. He stroked your cheek with his thumb for a while before dropping off to sleep too.
Loki awakens to find himself tied to the bed and under the reader’s control. But in the throes of passion, magic bindings are fickle.
Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: bondage, oral (female receiving), wax play, ice play, orgasm denial (game), Master/Mistress dominating (switching back and forth), in other words: super kinky [and I am not sorry]
Word Count: 1950
Note: This fic incredibly inspired by Gaelforce’s “Revenge” recording. I highly recommend his other works; visit his patreon too. I put my own spin on it, so please let me know what you think whether you listened to Gaelforce’s audio or not. If you have a request or would like to be added to a tag list, shoot me a message! Now please enjoy!
It was hard waiting at the end of the bed. Loki was still asleep, surprisingly. The late hour of the morning was one thing. That he had not stirred while you used magic around him, quite another. You were growing impatient, so you magicked his clothes away, though leaving the sheets in place. You weren’t a cruel goddess.
Loki sighed as the cool air hit his once covered shoulders. He tried to reach for the covers, then his eyes snapped open when he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, glancing over your invisible form.
“Y/N?” he called out. The slight twinge of panic in his voice faded as he recognized your sigils on the cuffs keeping his arms spread to the bedposts. “Y/N, I am sure you have exquisite plans for this, but the bindings are unnecessary.” He dropped his voice to the low growl he knew would make you rub your thighs together. “Let me go. You know how well you will be pleasured if you do.”
You sucked in a breath, feeling the first pools of arousal. With a red shimmer, your invisibility faded away. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw your dark green lace apparel that really hid nothing but sheltered the important parts. It had a plunging neckline, no back, and a short skirt that ended at your mid-thigh with a slit to one side. The outfit he knew had repairable rip-able seams. He moved to say something, but you hurried to place your finger on his lips.
“Are you up for a challenge, pet?” His head tilted at you using his name for you, but he nodded. “Do not cum. I will not either. The first to do so loses.”
Loki grinned. “And what will I win?” he said, kissing your finger.
You leaned in close to his face and licked the shell of his ear. “Whatever you desire, my love.” Loki growled and turned to kiss you but you moved away quickly. “Do we have an accord?”
“Yes, pe- gah.” Loki flinched as you materialized a riding crop and lightly tapped him on his chest. He caught his breath. “Yes… Mistress.”
You smirked and began.
With a sigh, you brought the crop up under your skirt. Loki’s eyes watched it while you ran it through your folds, obscured by the lace. When you brought back into the open, the black leather was glistening with your slick. Loki arched an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly and held out his tongue. He eagerly sucked on the leather until he had licked it all away, moaning and licking his lips.
“You taste divine, Mistress. May I have more?”
You obliged, this time pulling the skirt up so he could watch exactly how the crop parted your folds and collected his next taste. Again, Loki made pleased sounds until he was finished.
Loki eased into the mattress as you magicked away obstructing pillows and lengthened the chains on his wrists. After pulling the sheets back to his waist, you slid the crop up his stomach, flicking it lightly between his pectorals. Loki grunted. His chest heaved with shuddered breaths as you tapped him again though closer to his nipple. You grazed your nails along the same path the riding crop had taken, ending with gripping his chin and leaning down for a kiss. Though you were supposed to be in control, you allowed his tongue to dominate in your mouth. You moaned, then remembered the role you were playing.
You broke away and ran the crop along the side of his face. “Would you like a taste from the source, love?”
Loki gripped at the chains. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.
You smiled and mounted his chest. Loki’s eyes gleamed. You could feel how his muscles contracted under you while you stayed just out of reach.
“Please?” he asks.
Close enough. You slid forward so he could flatten his tongue against your lips. He gave your clit a chaste kiss. You moaned and gripped the headboard until your knuckles changed color as he began to suck and lap his way into making you lose the challenge. It was difficult to keep a reign on the sensations coursing through you, but you managed. Even as Loki licked as deeply as his tongue could reach into your pussy.
Your eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips forward into Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, you felt your defenses wavering. Your grip on the headboard was soon no longer in your control as your magic failed on Loki, and his shimmered around your wrists.
“Loki?” you panted.
He did not move at first. Instead, his eyes glinted and he ran a cold finger up your thigh. With a gentle push, he rolled you onto your back, the magic keeping your arms above your head and immovable from the headboard.
“It is a challenge, pet. Surely a challenge includes advances from both sides?”
“I thought you were doing fine with me riding your-“ you fell off into a whimper as Loki harshly groped at your breasts through the fabric. Loki continued his ministrations, gentler, until your nipples were stiff peaks. He pushed the lace to one side and dipped down to take one into his mouth. He leaned back with a chuckle as you arched closer to him.
“Do we have an accord? Pet?” Again he used his cold touch, running it up your stomach between your breasts, touching nothing that would satisfy you.
“Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrow arched. “Yes, Master.”
He hummed in approval and cupped his hands one over the other. When they separated a minute later, there was a small cube of ice. He held it up so you could see it sparkle in the morning light.
“Let’s see how quickly it melts,” he toyed.
Your breath hitched as he ran it across your collarbone. He followed the trail of water with his mouth, warming you, then drawing the ice across your skin again. He pulled the cube down between your breasts, then under them, always following with his mouth. A shiver ran through you as he brought the cube up to your nipples, circling them and teasing them further. Loki shifted to keep one leg between your thighs, denying you the ability to relieve yourself. You found a way though by rubbing up and down on his thigh.
Loki chuckled. “Getting desperate, pet? Do you want more?”
“Please, Master. Yes.” Your breath caught in your throat as your garment shimmered away with a flick of his wrist. Loki cupped the cube, refreshing it, then trailed it down your stomach. The closer he got to your sex, the more sensitive your skin became. Soon you were shivering and covered in chill bumps. Loki’s warm breath did nothing but heighten the sensation.
He noticed your distress and took the cube into his mouth. Leaning across you and giving you his body heat, he kissed you. The cold passed on to your lips and your tongue. He kissed up the side of your face to the sweet spot behind your ear. You took the chance to roll your hips into hard length, reminding him of the prize.
“All in good time, pet.” Loki kissed you as the last of the cube melted away on your tongue. It turned from playful to starving.
You felt the magic on your wrists slipping away, but you held your pose until it disappeared completely. When Loki continued to be distracted by your lips, you dragged your nails down his back. He gasped, but you flipped him in the bed and pinned his wrists on either side with just your grip.
“My turn. But do not move.” You sat on the edge of the bed and summoned one of the candles sitting in your reading nook. With a snap, you had fire at your fingertips. You stood and poured the first drop of melted wax onto the inside of your arm. It made you hiss with pain and pleasure, and Loki to groan at the sight. You placed it on the side table within Loki’s sight.
While the candle began to pool under the flames, you summoned a bottle from your vanity. You spread some of the contents onto your hands, then began to rub them onto Loki’s torso. The Asgardian oil would protect him from the wax, but also once warmed by it would seep into his skin as an aphrodisiac. It would fill the air too, giving you the same soaring effects. The game had just gotten more difficult for the both of you.
His gaze followed your movements as you took up the candle. You tipped it enough for only one drop of wax to fall onto his chest. Loki arched with a groan. You let two more drop, one above the other making a line between his pecs. His breathing was ragged. The next few drops landed further down on his stomach, leaving small trails as they ran to either side of his torso. You moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting on his thighs. Loki’s breathing quickened further as the drops of wax sank closer to where his cock was sitting up on his stomach. It twitched as a drop landed centimeters from the tip.
You sent the candle to the nightstand and braced yourself on Loki’s chest. Biting your lip, you thrust your hips forward to coat his cock in your leaking arousal. You sighed and guided it into your pussy, sinking onto it slowly. You gave a cry as Loki thrust, finishing sheathing himself fully. He smirked at you but kept his hands where you told him to. You smirked back, rotating your hips. The build of sensitivity made you shudder. You clenched your walls around Loki’s length, making him growl, then began to move up and down.
Between the fullness within you, Loki’s grunts and pants, the aphrodisiac filling the air, the sound of Loki snapping his hips up to meet yours, and the ice-hot fire racing through your veins, your senses were overrun. You anchored through the frantic beating of your heart by digging your nails into his chest. His whole body shuddered, passing the sensation onto you.
Loki growled and refused to hold position any longer. He grabbed your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. You didn’t care; you were to far gone. You continued to not care as Loki controlled the pace, pulling you down to match his thrusts and repeatedly impaling you on his cock. Loki gasped in triumph when he twisted his hips and found your shrieking spot. Your vision blurred and your body shivered all over. Loki faltered into desperate erratic movements, lengthening his thrusts into deep draws that took your breath away.
With a guttural cry, your vision whited out completely. Loki’s mirroring shout sounded far away, but no less powerful than yours.
When you came back into a fuller understanding of consciousness, Loki was stroking your hair. His chest was heaving, taking your draped body with it.
“Who won the challenge, pet?” he murmured.
“I’m not sure. Too close to tell I think.” You sighed. Your eyelids shut like heavy gates, attempting to seal you inside sleep. But you were too cheeky at the moment for that. “When we have both recovered, shall we try again?”
Loki chuckled. “I shall never recover from you.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against yours. “Sleep, Y/N. I shall be here when you wake.”
You were half asleep when you heard the rest of his promise whispered into your ear.
“Whether your limbs will be free is yet to be seen.”
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