#relentless!loki

WARNINGS: slight NSFW, minors DNI; relentless raspberries hehe

Ler!Loki 

2,247 words | Enjoy~ <3

The night was still, lest for the sounds of your screams echoing through the halls of the vacant Avengers Compound. The mattress sunk with Loki’s weight as he fell beside you, pulling your sweating skin against his. 

“I love you,” he panted hoarsely into your neck, quivering like a puppy left in the cold. 

You, having come down from your high relatively fast, you giggled, “Aw, I love you too, my king.” With a toothy smile, you kissed him sloppily, letting your limbs tangle in his as you hid under the den of pillows and blankets. 

His clammy hand shoved your naked waist playfully as Loki’s lips, soft as clouds, shook against yours. Teasingly, you bit down on the soft tissue of his bottom lip before finding yourself forced onto your back, a thoroughly flushed prince of stubbornness gawking down at you. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” he glowered, “Are you trying to suffocate me?” 

“Ah– what’s with the attitude?” you smirked, taken aback by the sudden shift of mood. 

Like a snobby school-child, Loki shut his eyes and perked up his sharp little nose, “I don’t remember consenting to breath play.” 

Eyeing him up and down, you scoffed, “I seriously cannot believe you’re arguing with me buck-ass naked.” Your smirk widened. 

“I’m serious!” he pouted, his swollen lower lip protruding endearingly. 

His petulance struck you as uncharacteristically ironic, given this was the same man that held you in submission just minutes ago. The brooding God of Mischief, hovering over you would have had any mortal shivering. Yet here he was, literally collapsing at a single caress. You had to laugh. 

Shoving away your hand that grazed his side, he whined, “S-stop laughing! Look, my lip is bleeding!” 

So dramatic. 

“Why are you so helplessly sensitive,” you taunted, visible goosebumps growing along his arms as you brushed his taut bicep. “Was I too rough, my love?” 

“Stop,” he warned with his teeth clenched. 

“Oh,” you growled, “but you don’t want me to.” 

The ridges of his spine met your fingers as you ran them up his back, hitching Loki’s breath the moment you met the nape of his neck. “F-fuck you,” he hissed, ears turning a deep shade of red. 

You bit your own lip involuntarily, “Again? Haven’t had enough of me?” Digging your nails into his shoulder blade so you could pull his ear to your lips, you whispered, “You want to fuck me?” 

“Eerg,” he growled frustratingly, cupping his hand over your mouth. “You’re mocking me…”

 Mustering your strength, you managed to flip Loki under you and straddle his waist. Locks of your wavy hair tickled his chest as you kissed his neck hungrily, a jaguar to its prey’s jugular. Slowly, you ground your hips against his abdomen and purred, “Such a brat.” 

It was almost comical, the way Loki trembled, his deep baritone pitching up to a whimper. “You’re s-so–MH–i-irritating,” he rasped, digging his nails into the sheets. You nipped his jaw in response, drawing another guttural gasp. Despite your fervor clearly begging him for silence, Loki pressed on. “A-ah, I expect an a-apology. R-repent t-to your lo-lover f-for–su-such dis-respe-pect—”

“Fucking shut up before I make you,” you snarled, sliding your heat down his torso. 

Loki’s chest heaved, spilling out quick, shallow gasps as he desperately grasped your forearm. “F-fuhck y/n, s-STOP!” he yelped. 

You jumped back without hesitation, “Oh my God, did I hurt you?!” 

His tensing overstimulated body seemed to gripe, veins jutting out in every direction as sweat collected at his brow. He looked so beautiful, so pathetic. “N-need a br-reak, p-please. It’s t-too much–” 

His grip around your heart was vice-like. Your expression softened as you sat up and fell beside him to let your lover recover. 

Though the corners of your mouth still curved upwards with mischievous intent. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in such a state, your Highness.” 

“Mh, stop with the shitty formalities,” he sighed, his breath finally returning to a normal rhythm. 

Your shoulders shook with laughter, “Seriously Loki, what happened? You never take this long to come down.”

“I-I’ve just,” he paused. The deep blue depths of Loki’s eyes met the concrete ceiling as color creeped up his neck. “I’ve never pe-eaked with such…intensity–”  

You burst out laughing, “I-I’m sorry, you’re fussy because you came too hard?” Giggles hammered your head and ripped your chest. 

“I’m never expressing any of my feelings to you ever again,” the moody teenager of a God scoffed and snapped his neck the other direction.

“I-hehe, I’m sorry for laughing,” you wiped a tear of mirth from the corner of your eye and shook his shoulder, “I really am, Loki.” 

“You were mocking me for being weak,” he muttered.  

A rogue bout of soft laughter rocked your chest, “No no! Loki, I just thought you were cute! I mean, who knew the God of Mischief, the formidable sorcerer, could experience sensory overload?” Tone pitching upwards, you snaked your arm around his toned back, letting your fingers squeeze the flesh of his cheek. “Look at youuuuu!,” you cooed, “My big, tough monster had enough?” You peppered kisses into the crook of his neck, smiling as he began to giggle.

“Ha! Stop it!” Loki giggled, crinkling his nose with a snort. His reddening shoulder nearly crushed your jaw. “ACK!” 

“Gods, you’re such a brat,” you snarled in his ear, “what will I ever do with you?” Your fingers ghosted his side, eliciting another yelp. 

Loki grabbed at your wrists, but your nimble hands bested him. “Thihis is CRUEL!” he cried, hiding his face in the pillow.

Suddenly, you latched onto his sides and attacked relentlessly, blowing unceremoniously into his neck. Everything drowned in Loki’s hysteria as you explored his body with your wicked fingers, exploiting every inch of vulnerable skin. “HAHAHA NG–” 

As a literal God, Loki's strength against yours was unparalleled. However, try as he might, he could not turn the tables and overpower you. 

At least not yet. 

You shifted quickly to his ribs, counting between the spaces and driving him mad. His thrashing became so violent that at one point, he nearly punted you off the bed. 

"Y-YouHuUuU ahAre In SO MUHUHUCH TROUHUBLE!" Loki threw his back to cackle anew.

Grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat, you jumped onto him and shot your hands under his arms, leaning down to whisper seductively, “Oh, I’m terrified~” 

Immediately, Loki crushed your fingers with his arms. His laughter raised an octave before turning silent. “P-pleEASE!” he whimpered, chest shaking with breathless giggles. The poor God, lying limp under you, began to turn a deep shade of scarlet. Noting his hiccoppy gasps, you finally relented, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

Suddenly, Loki’s hand clasped your side and sent you tumbling onto his chest with a thud. You squealed as his threw his arms around you, trapping you in a sweaty death hug. “L-Loki!!,” you squeaked, “nonononoNO you’Re sO sWeaTY!” 

Using the momentum he gathered, Loki intentionally slammed you into the hot sheets. He snarled as he jumped to his knees and pinned your wrists beside your head. Before you could protest, he devoured your lips, chuckling through his nose every time you squealed. He rendered you completely immobile, legs straddling your hips, heaving atop you. You opened your eyes, admiring his adorable red face as he pulled away and rasped, “Must I put you back in your place, darling?” 

Your cheeks burned. Though, you were quick to quip, “Says the one who laid helpless, BEGGING for mercy.” You giggled and shook your head, “I mean, come on Loki! You were whimpering!!” 

“Alright that’s it—” Loki shot his head to your neck, presumably to destroy it as you had to him. 

You jerked fruitlessly against his rigid palms, “NO! P-LeHeheEasE! LoKi we c-can tALK about thihihis!!” All of your excuses soon melded into a drone of incoherent babbling. 

Loki kissed your stubborn lips to shut you up. “Shhhh shhh,” he hushed, “you’re lucky I feel merciful today.” 

“No tickling?” 

“No tickling,” he assured. A breath of relief cooled your senses.

With a smile, you welcomed another slew of rapturous kisses. He shifted his lips down your jaw before nipping your neck, leaving fiery skin in their wake. 

Your legs slackened along with your other muscles, pushing against Loki. The whole room became nothing but weightless wisps of color and matter in your periphery. Being so distracted, you missed the moment he slid down your body, placing his feather-like lips on your most sensitive areas. His kisses reignited the spark between your legs, arching your back eagerly. Loki vanished under the sheets, nipping your thigh and sending another delicious shiver down your spine. 

But of course, your bliss was ephemeral. You could feel his lips curl into a smirk as he peppered playful kisses to the center of your belly. 

The sensation made your heart flutter. Squealing, you muttered, “L-Lohohkiiii no!” You were met with a growl under the comforter as Loki roughened his kisses, now attacking just below your ribs. Vulnerability peaking, you frantically reached for the sheets to unveil the devil and run away. Though your opportunity was shattered when two arms shot out from the blanket and pinned your wrists to your sides. 

Your ears pricked and your cheek burned. The notion of not being able to see and predict his next attacks left you restless, worsening the anticipation. “LOKI p-PLeAHAHA!” 

“Hm?,” he hummed, muffled by the comforter, “What was that, darling?” 

“N-AHAHA!!” you screamed as his kisses became soft nibbles just above your waistline. 

Loki chortled, “Hmhmh, who’s sensitive now?” Your skin tingled with every soft bite. Desperately, you wriggled your hips to evade his gnawing, though as you pulled yourself onto your side, the struggle worsed. 

What once was a soft, featherlight sensation became harsh and relentless. Loki snarled in victory, snaking a hand behind your back to push his lips further into your skin. Wickedly, he indulged the skin in the center of your naval, shaking his head wildly and blowing softly. 

“AAAAAAAAHH NO!” you screamed as your body curled in an effort to protect your poor belly from his terrible lips. “LOKI IHIHI WILL–AAH–FUHUHCK–” 

You could hear Loki laugh against your stomach as he cut you off with a harder raspberry. “Oh my, I beg your pardon?” 

Hysteria crept into your frantic screams, inching them up another screechy octave. Your feet to his shoulders, you pushed until to your relief, you crashed onto the bedroom floor. Leaping to your feet immediately, you bolted to the door. 

You assumed Loki conjured your pajamas for fear of unintentionally dashing out naked. However, before you even reached the door, Loki materialized in front of it. You stopped in your tracks. 

“Darling,” he growled dangerously, his voice just over a whisper, “you wouldn’t want the entire campus to note your little weakness, hm?” 

God, his rich, velvety voice made your knees weak. Though, you stood tall and kept your composure. An idea popped into your head as you lips curved into a smile. Hands outstretched, you threw yourself at Loki, ready to capture his ribs and revel in your revenge. 

Then his apparition disappeared into nothing more than wisps of green magic. 

Your jaw dropped, “The AUDACITY–HEY!” Two ticklish shocks shot through your sides, making you double over.

“Loki, who leaned over to mock your scarlet face, drawled, “Seriously. Fell for it again?” 

He hoisted you violently over his shoulder before sauntering back to the bed. “You’re a goddamn cheater!” you cried, pounding your fists into his back. 

“I,” he grunted as he threw you onto the sheets, “am The Trickster.” Laughing as he wrestled with your hands, he panted, “It’s my job.” 

“NO!!” you screamed, suddenly helpless. Loki had pried your hands from your stomach, pinning them under his knees and slowly lifting your shirt. There was a high possibility that your heart would leap out of your chest and leave you dead by the end of this. The anticipation only made it worse, sucking in your belly as if that could stop him. 

“You have the most adorable little tummy, princess,” Loki purred, letting the cool air waft over your stomach. 

Your feet disheveled the sheets behind him, arching you back as he uttered ‘princess,’ “LOKIHEHE!”

“Crying my name won’t make a difference, my love,” he teased, falling onto his elbows.

“N-NONO!,” you squeaked at his sudden proximity. “LOKI J-JUHUHUST GET ON WITH IHIHIHIT!!” 

“You’re asking me to blow,?” he gasped, feigning astonishment.  

Cackles shook your entire body to the point that you couldn’t form coherent words. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Loki took a breath and blew the biggest raspberry directly over your belly button. 

Another scream racked through your chest. “You’re loving this, aren’t you princess?” he seethed through his teeth. 

“P-PLEAHA–NA!” He blew again, just as hard to the side of your stomach. “N-NO MOHOHOHORRREEE!!!” 

“More?” he rasped, his grin widening. Your hands came loose from the friction. Instinctively your hands rushed to grab his, giggling as he pinned your hands above your head. Loki’s deep laughter melted into your mouth with his kiss. He wouldn’t relent. 

While Loki kissed you, he dug his fingers all over your torso. You squealed into the kiss until his lips finally broke away, only to blow several, merciless raspberries over your belly button. 

Working on a lil request from @crimson25 hehe:

Bidding her goodnight, you snuck out of the room and tiptoed to your quarters, which were much less golden and glamorous. It was quite late, your steps guided by the white moonlight that seeped through the arched windows.

However, a warm glow emanated in your periphery, calling you to investigate. Curiosity peaking, you turned left and cautiously slipped through the door left ajar. No one should be up at this time, for it was nearly dawn.

Upon entering, you found yourself in another exceptionally luxurious room, yet this one was different from the rest. It was much more tasteful, contrasting with the overt display of wealth everywhere else in the palace. To your right was another open door from which steam plumed. Every cell in your body told you to go back, but you placed a foot over the other.

The steam carried lavender, rosemary, and leather that wafted harmoniously into your nose, drawing you even closer. You hid beside the door frame and slowly peered past the threshold.

Your jaw dropped.

Lounging in the boiling tub was a man chiseled out of stone, features sharp as daggers, green veins running down his taut forearms and webbing over his hands as he gripped the dripping porcelain. He exhaled, the sound of his velvety voice erupting butterflies in your gut. You suddenly felt weak as if your knees could give out at any moment. Shamefully, you begged, beseeched the man would stand up so you could admire his form fully.

As if answering your sinful wish, the man stood up. You admired his skin, slightly reddened from the searing hot bath, watching as droplets of water fell from his lean body. Clenching your thighs, you could feel your ears burn as you blushed. He stood to his full height and stepped out of the bath, reaching for a towel. The man most definitely towered over you…like Thor. You heart skipped a beat as your imagination took flight. This man was gorgeous. What a dream, to have seen the God of Thunder like this, until…

@crimson25

But you couldn’t turn away. Each time he drew his soap-frothed hands along his forearm, up to his shoulder, across his chest, you swore you pooled between your legs. Loki leaned his head back to sigh contently, the low grunt sparking a cascade of lewd fantasies in your mind. The soft gurgling of the water from his mesmerizing movements drowned out all other sound. His skin glistened, the ligaments of his neck meeting his protruding collarbone that welcomed his heaving chest and defined abdomen, lower and lower until your eyes conquered the conquest of his drenched body.