Mischief in a Mask | An Explicit AU Loki Oneshot

Summary: You never imagined a late night confession of your dark Halloween fantasy would turn into the God of Mischief making your wildest dreams come true...

Female Reader X Loki, pre-established relationship, cannon divergent. 

TWs: look it's literally just booktok inspired smut and I was in a mood and Tom Hiddleston makes me feral. If you look for cannon you won't find it but you have found filth. And also smut, degradation, dirty talk/NSFW language, light knife/blood play, primal/stalking, teasing/edging, spanking, spitting, ghostface role-play, rough sex, fingering, oral (female giving), male ejaculation, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, shadow play/shadow bondage, biting/marking. 

Notes: Happy (Belated) Halloween to all who celebrate! <3 I had to work the whole week of Halloween sooo I'm late, but hey at least it's a oneshot so I can't torture you with a cliffhanger.

Maybe. 

I hope you enjoy. Hopefully more one shots to come along with the last few chapters of Irrevocable. <3

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"Darling...what exactly has you so captivated?"

The sound of Loki's voice next to you snapped you out of your thoughts. Or, more accurately, the fantasy the book in your hands was making you dream up. It was one of the last titles you'd grabbed before joining him on Asgard; your God of Mischief boyfriend only tolerated Midgard for your sake. 

You turned your head, forcing your eyes away from the Halloween themed smut to find his striking blue eyes watching you curiously, his own book, some ancient text about battle strategy that made it both hilarious and humiliating that you were laying in bed with a prince reading pure filth, in his hands but seemingly forgotten. You watched his gaze flicker towards the cover, brows raising slightly at what he saw. 

You could feel your cheeks warming the longer he studied you. "Just...fiction. All of us can't curl up with an encyclopedia of how to disembowel our enemies." You teased, giggling when he poked your side. You were curled up against the green and gold silk pillows on his bed while he laid on his stomach, not fooled by your distraction tactics. 

"Are you going to tell me the truth, little one? Or will I have to persuade you?" Clearly having decided that teasing you was far more entertaining than his late night research, he let the cover of his book close and before you could blink he seized your ankle in his large hand, pulling you down on your back. 

You giggled as you slid down the silk sheets and he climbed over you, hovering there close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek as he leaned in, but he kept most of his weight off of you. Always a gentleman where you were concerned. 

Well...most of the time. He knew by now you had no desire to be treated like something breakable in his bed...or against the wall...in the gardens...on the floor...honestly it was a wonder you hadn't been exiled from Asgard for your total lack of restraint when it came to Loki. 

"Tell me." He commanded softly, his hand that had released your ankle now moving to your hip...sliding up your stomach as he continued to murmur to you, leaning in closer to rasp in your ear, "You were blushing," You knew he meant a few moments ago when he'd interrupted, but you could feel warmth blooming over your skin again, forgetting about the book you'd held on to as he shifted, slowly wedging his knee between your legs, "Your thighs were clenched." He accused as your breath hitched in your throat, your free arm moving around his back, urging him closer as you arched up towards him.