~Marvel: Loki X Listener NSFW: Fluid~ {Patreon Exclusive}

You just want to be considerate, but once again Loki turns your expectations on their ear.

Contains: Fanfic Style Audio, Gender Conversations, Comfort, Intimacy, Genderfluid!Loki, Magic, Shapeshifting, Kissing, Dirty Talk, Genital Shapeshifting, Explicit Reference of/to Genitals (Cock, Pussy, Vagina), Frottage

Literally my thought process when creating this audio was, "I want to do something with Loki being Genderfluid and also able to shapeshift." Then it went to, "What if the listener wanted to be considerate about what to call Loki's genitals as to not offend him." and that turned into, "Loki doesn't mind and uses magic to show the listener how much he doesn't mind" lol. I also wanted to go with a more fanfic/podfic style audio, and I really like how it turned out! Also, this is just fair warning in case you didn't get it from the content warnings: Loki shapeshifts to have a vagina in this one, but still goes by he/him. If that's not your cup of tea, then I wouldn't listen to this one.  


~Audio Transcript Below~

"I just want to know.....if I'm allowed to touch......and....if I am......how you want me to touch. I also......I just want to know if there's anything I shouldn't call your.......genitals..........I just want you to be comfortable......"

The clarification seems to give Loki pause. You asked out of concern because well......the relationship that's been building between you, it feels......appropriate. Sex is something that's on the table now......and while most of the time you've seen Loki as he is now—tall, lithe yet strong, masculine—you knew there were moments where he wasn't that: where he'd change into a more feminine form, or something more ambiguous, or he'd look the same but not want to be called, 'he'.

It didn't particularly matter to you......well no....that's not the right way to say it:

You did care. Obviously you care about Loki.......the thing is, however he presents himself, whether it's masculine, feminine, something outside or in between, it doesn't affect how attracted you are to him.

You're simply worried that now that you know that he wants to have sex with you and vice versa—very much so—you want to make sure he's as comfortable as possible. You want him to be ok, and want the whole experience of sex with him to be......good.

The idea of calling him the wrong thing or God forbid turning him off to the whole situation because you call his genitals the wrong thing at the wrong time terrifies you, but looking at him now after expressing that, he looks rather.....unamused.

The look only lasts for one moment more, his eyes sweeping up and down over you with a critical eye. Before, with quick movements, he straddles you in the chair you had forced yourself into—to resist the urge to pace while you tried to explain what you were getting at with the questions—leans down over you and reaches to cup your cheek in one of his hands.

You swallow roughly and stare up at him with wide eyes at his sudden close proximity.

"I understand now, you're doing that thing where you're being overly considerate again......"

You open your mouth to protest softly, but the hand on your cheek quickly moves to press a finger against your lips. Loki hushes you softly, before shifting his hand again and rubbing his thumb gently across your lips.

He looks at you softer now, his eyes roaming across your face. After a few moments—or minutes, you can't honestly tell—you find yourself relaxing more into his touch, and you simply let him touch you.

A smile quirks his lips. "There we are..........."

"Now......if I do some explaining of my own," he tilts his head, "Are you going to let me without interrupting?"

You nod, and his smile widens. Just the sight of it makes your own lips spread into a smile, even as he continues to trace them, and he lets out a huff of laughter out of his nose. Warmth flushes over your face at the small, private moment even within this conversation you're having, and you feel yourself relax even more. You find that the more time you spend together where it's just the two of you, that you can simply relax, and let the cares that plague your mind slip away, even for just a moment. You don't know whether it has something to do with Loki's magic, or just his presence in general, but every time it happens, it takes you by surprise for only a moment, and then you find yourself leaning into it further, chasing that comfortable space.

Comfortable space, that's what you create for each other........at least.....that what Loki creates for you.......and you want to do the same for him.

A soft brushing of lips brings you out of your head and you jolt only for a moment before you realize, and melt into him, sighing through your nose and allowing your eyes to slip closed.

When Loki pulls away, he doesn't pull too far away from your face. "Out of your mind and ready to listen now? You seemed to have locked yourself up just as I was about to explain something important to you," he chides.

You open your mouth to apologize but he simply kisses you square on the mouth again, slipping his tongue against the seam of your lips so quickly you almost don't register it until he's already pulled away again.

"Listen..." he implores.

You nod again, and you exchange that same secret smile and laugh once more.

"I....appreciate the fact that you're attempting to be considerate........and perhaps I should have told you before now......but there's no way you could touch me in a sexual manner that would cause me any.......stress.....when it comes to how I'm presenting myself....." He says softly, and you gasp softly as he starts to gently grind his hips against yours. You reach to gently grip a bicep, but he continues, his smile turning mischievous the way it does when he's planning something, and he leans forward, to continue lowly in your ear. "There is also no terminology for my genitals that you could use that would upset me.....no matter what configuration that I have.......I have the lucky ability to be able to change my body how I'd like at will.......and I've found that it doesn't bother me to have my privates referred to as anything beyond average parlance........"

He shifts, and you gasp softly, as you feel his hardening cock push against you. He kisses the soft spot right behind your ear, and you can hear the smile evident in his voice. "I am however.......particularly fond of the common names when used in dirty talk......"

The grinding thrust of his hips now and the rhythm is entirely intentional. You gape and moan slightly. He's doing this on purpose, you realize. He's seduced you so quickly you find your head spinning. He chuckles lowly, before planting a harsh sucking kiss further down on your neck, drawing a moan out of you.

"You see.......my cock here.....is quite hard.....isn't it? I do quite love the feeling of frotting against someone.......my hard cock rubbing against them......the heat of it.......the feeling of pre-come beading at the tip......"

A blush wouldn't even begin to describe the heat that takes over your face at the words. It's a little overwhelming, all of this attention all of the sudden, but you find yourself unable to complain. You have been attracted to Loki for so long, and now, to finally be at a place where you're together with him like this? Where he's grinding on you and whispering what he likes into your ear? A shiver courses through you, and you can't resist moaning louder than before.

"The throbbing....." Loki continues, pulling aside your shirt to kiss and nibble at your collarbone. "The intense, aching need to bury myself into a hand—mine or someone else's—........or......."

He trails off, leaving the last thought ambiguous, but you know what he means, and you moan and buck your hips as well as you can against his weight and against his cock. God, it's so fucking hot.....the situation......and Loki's literal body pressing and grinding against you. He follows the grind, and the rough meeting of your bodies in just the right way causes a moan to leak out of both of you, and it's the first real vocal indication that Loki is enjoying this as much as you are. Sure, the dirty talk, but you helped drag that moan out of him, and that thought it as dizzying as the rest.

The two of you writhe together for long moments, Loki kissing across your collar bones, to the other side of your neck, grinding against each other with only mildly controlled abandon. You're taken by surprise when he kisses you, and your eyes fly open, only to flutter closed as Loki presses in his tongue and rubs it against yours in a facsimile of your groins that you [know] he's doing on purpose......but you can't find it in yourself to care.........

When Loki pulls away to allow you air, you moan softly at the loss, and he chuckles, leaning forward to peck a kiss on your forehead. "All in good time, my Dear......"

He looks at you, softly panting himself as you moan and let out panting gasps while your hips still undulate together, maintaining a rhythm that's frying your brain, just a little.

"Speaking of which....." he says, and if you were in the right mind, it would embarrass you how long it takes you to figure out that he's continuing his thought from before.

A rush of cold, tingling sensation prickles at the base of your skull, a phenomenon that always happens when you're in close proximity of Loki using his magic, and you gasp when you find that the hand that you don't remember placing on his—almost always leather clad—thigh, is now touching skin. Dazed, you glance down, and gasp sharply, heat blooming across your face with striking speed.

Loki simply chuckles in your ear. "What's the matter dear.....?" He teases. "Haven't you ever seen a pussy before?"

You nearly choke on your words as he shifts his hips forward so you can get a better look, and it makes you a little dizzy to actually see a vagina between his legs, especially considering how.....[wet]....it looks......

Loki hums and slots one of your thighs in between his legs, and you jolt slightly as he starts to thrust against it while murmuring in your ear, "you see.....one of my favorite parts about having a vagina is how [wet] it gets when I'm aroused........showing how much I want to be filled.......how it's practically [begging] for it......"

Moaning, you grip harder onto his naked thigh and press your own up against his grinding, and he hisses, then moans in your ear so sweetly that it sends a shiver down your spine that pools into heat at your own groin.

You swear softly under your breath as he keeps grinding against you. "It's a different pleasure than having a cock.........with a cock.......orgasms feel as though I'm building up to to one final burst......it's centralized mostly [on] my cock, and when that release happens, it's like all of the tension in my body leaves you in a rush of pleasure......but with a [cunt]—" he emphasizes the crude word, and it makes you jerk your own hips and screw your eyes shut for just a moment at the wave of pleasure that shakes through you. "When I feel it building, it takes up my entire body, whether I'm simply rubbing on the outside, grinding my clit against something—so similar to cocks that way, aren't they?—or whether I'm filling myself up with a toy or a nice, fat, [cock]—" he emphasizes with a harsh, slow grind against your leg, and a moan warbles out of you. "....Once that pleasure [crests].......it overtakes my whole body........I can feel the pleasure radiating out to my very fingertips. Both are unique and so very lovely in their own ways......"

Throughout the entire time he's been rubbing and bucking against your thigh, feeling and seeing the lips of his pussy spread over the muscle.....you've also been able to [hear] and [see] him getting wetter, the soft wet noises growing louder, an undertone to his dirty words, growing just like the wet spot he's leaving on your own leg and that thought, that he's so turned on by this situation, you can't help but lean your head against the back of the chair and screw your eyes shut, moaning sharply as you thrust your own hips, and find that he's shifted enough that you both can thrust and grind against each others legs.

You maintain that moaning and thrusting for long moments, Loki having followed you by leaning forward so he can moan and whisper filthy things that make your head spin.

"Do you see now?" He says, "Do you understand that there is no pleasure I would restrict myself from with you?" a particularly long grind causes a sharp moan to leak out of him. "I love having a pussy, just as much as I love having a cock......."

You groan, trying valiantly to open your eyes to look at him, but finding the pleasure too great to keep them open for any longer than fleeting looks at his flushed face, half mixed with sexual pleasure and pleasure at teasing you in the way he loves to do.

God of Mischief indeed.

While you lost your words what feels like eons ago at this point—so drowned in pleasure you are—Loki more than makes up for it, moaning and whimpering how good it feels to grind his pussy against you, how he can feel your own pleasure mirrored against his leg, and what feels like a thousand other filth laced whispers that you can't quite catch as your feel your orgasm building in the depths of your groin.

"Oh, faster.....faster...." he half begs, half demands. Then, with a deep guttural moan that looking back on it you half think he intentionally planned, Loki says. "Fuck me, I want you to fuck my pussy~"

And that's it for you. You're thrown over the edge with a gasping moan, gripping onto Loki's bare hips and grinding against his leg for all you're worth as your orgasm shakes you to your core. You can vaguely hear at the edges of your consciousness Loki egging you on. "Yes, that's it.....that's it My Dear.....come for me," he says, and you feel his own thrusts growing, before he stills suddenly, and comes himself.

"Oh f-fuck, that's it......oh~"

He shudders against you for what feels like long minutes, demonstrating his exact point that getting off with a vagina is a full body experience for him, and your hips buck up once more as a shiver of pleasure radiates through you.

Finally, both of your orgasms subside, and you're both left panting. You so more than Loki, and while you feel practically boneless and brainless, he seems to recover far faster than he should. Bastard, you can't help but think fondly.

Said bastard leans forward and kisses you soft on the lips, and you can't help the small smile that creeps onto your face as you kiss him gently back.

"I hope that was a good enough demonstration..." he says.

So blissed out by your orgasm still, you reply, "Of what?"

Loki gives you a look, and chuckles softly as he cups your face in one of his hands. "That it doesn't matter to me either what gential configuration I have. I'm confident in the pleasure my body gives me however I manifest it, so you don't have to worry about offending me."

Lazily, you ask him why he needed to demonstrate, and you smile fondly as he rolls his eyes. "Because sometimes you don't take my word for things.....and I've heard that actions can speak louder than words....."

"Well message received...." you reply with a soft chuckle. You reach up to sover the hand on your cheek and turn into him, your eyes slipping closed as you simply sit and breathe for a moment, focusing on the feeling of his skin on yours.

"I appreciate your concern, and I do find it.....rather charming....." Loki says softly, after a moment, as if revealing a secret.

Your eyes open and you give him a look, and he rolls his eyes back at you, pulling his hand away from your face. "However misguided it may be," he adds, but you can see the small blush tinting his cheeks. You almost point it out just to hear him try to explain it away as a residual reaction to the orgasms you just shared, but you decide not to, just to simply smile at him.

He can't look at you for a moment, and you find it rather cute at how suddenly embarrassed he is, for how much he even [gets] embarrassed. "I would definitely enjoy continueing to explore different types of sex with you," he says after a moment, probably just to change the subject. You only take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

"As long as you're happy and comfortable....." you reply. "Me too....."

Loki lets out a long-suffering sigh and suddenly leans forward to kiss you, and you hum happily into it. "Besotted fool," he whispers, mostly fond, against your lips when he pulls away.

He's right, you are a besotted fool.