#jotun loki lemon

[mane--attraction]

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

A/N: I FORGOT I STARTED WRITING THIS. I created the draft on October 16, 2020 :,) I think the last time I edited it before this week was like 2022.

 A bit different than what's been on this blog so far, but I've had this concept for years and figured I'd put it out there in my own way. :)

MINORS DNI

Regardless of how “bestial” they are or not (the Asgardians are not exactly reliable narrators), the Jotuns are creatures of the cold; this much is clear. Therefore, one might assume that physical activities that generate too much heat would be less than ideal, especially ones that require skin-to-skin contact, even if they want to engage in it. So, for the continuation of their species, biology might have given them a further incentive: aphrodisiac sexual fluids. Ingesting it (both male and female fluids) is the most immediate way to gain any effects, although the chemicals that create the aphrodisiac portion can also be absorbed through the various membranes during sex (male-giving), although the results aren't as pronounced as swallowing the fluids.

So. Back to Loki. :)

Similar to how he is unable to cause frostbite and other Jotun things in his Asgardian illusion, the effects are less pronounced when Loki appears Asgardian. That isn’t to say it doesn’t work, because it definitely does, but not to the same extent as when he is visually a Frost Giant; in general, the effects double (at a minimum) in his true natural state. Asgardians are not affected much: they just get essentially a buzz, a little push; they may grow warm, a little extra arousal, but nothing major. Humans, being far removed from the conditions of the rest of the Nine Realms (magic and other various things that I have no knowledge of), are far more susceptible to its effects: even a fraction of fluid is enough to start something—a heat in the loins, quickening of the heart, an increased desire...and a full “dose”? Burning need, stronger than the most turned on a person has ever been, enough to take over their thoughts entirely, if it's allowed to get that far. And such an all-consuming desire can only be fulfilled in one way: engaging in sex with the one who caused this altered state. And, even then, it's a bit of a cyclical thing, because the more fluids enter the body, the longer the effects last...but if one does not fuck, then one will be incapacitated for at least a day or few, if not more, depending on how much has been consumed. And this is just the baseline from his Asgardian default; from his Jotun form, expect to become delirious with a need that nothing on Earth could even hope to instill in a person, enough to feel like one will go mad.

Side note: There is no such thing as "a little bit of cum" for male Frost Giants. Naturally, they're typically, well, giants, so it's proportional (mostly). This means that Loki produces an...excessive amount when compared to an Asgardian or a human, regardless of which form he takes. Not typically enough to overflow as an Asgardian, it's a bit more within believability then. As a Jotun, prepare to have him leaking down your thighs. Y'know, if your mind isn't leaking out of your head from wanting him so badly. :)

Did I write this whole thing just to excuse the fact that I wanted Loki to have aphrodisiac cum to write a couple particular scenes that may or may not ever be posted? Yes, yes I did.

[lokisrealpurpous]

hiii ‼️‼️ i was wondering if i could request these two prompts:

“your eyes are really pretty up close.” and “you’re not okay, you’re shaking. what can i do? please, let me help you.” for loki ?

you absolutely don’t have to do both and can just take ur pick from the two also :)

ty 🫶🫶 !!

all I need is you

loki x female!reader

warnings: none really, fluff, reader gets ill from being out in a snowstorm

description

(y/n) and her todler, "Aroura Lokisdottir" go to the shop during a snow storm to get dinner and some snacks for a Christmas movie marathon. When they come out, the car has broke from being out in the frostbitten weathers leaving the only choice but for the two to walk home. Aroura was lucky to have her fathers Jotun genes however (y/n) wasn't as fortunate.

prompts:

"your eyes are really pretty up close"

"you're not okay, you're shaking. what can I do? please let me help you."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Loki had been at the compound all day leaving you with your little girl at home. The harsh winds gushed outside and the scene from the window was as white as a canvas, the heating was failing you as you sat huddled in blankets, 3 hot water bottles by your sides. Your jaw ached from chattering and goosebumps painted your pale, frozen skin.

"mama what's for dinner?"

a soft voice broke through the room.

"and remember it's movie night!"

aroura squealed as she ran up to my side, frantic hands attempting to climb the sofa that loomed over her tiny frame. You grabbed her from under her arms and she crawled onto your lap, kissing your foread as she giggled childishly.

"mama you's cold!"

she grabbed more blankets of the floor and chucked them onto the chair, then started to scrunch her nose

"a...achoo!"

as she sneezed her small character pained blue, her crimson eyes glowing in the dark room. It wasn't long before this first happened. You and loki has figured that as the weather grew colder every cough and sneeze switched Aroura into her frostgiant form, you found it absoloutly adorable having a mini ice cube running around the house from time to time. Loki worried of it, but loved his little Jotun to pieces.

You sat slowly up on the chair and then walked over to your daughter, lifting her onto your shoulders and using your magic to wrap her in a hat, scarf, coat and gloves, as some for yourself, and grabbed the keys before leaving the house. Aroura clung onto your hair as she giggled on your shoulders before you lifted her into her baby seat in the car, strapping her in securely then walking to get in the front.

The car faulted as you twisted the keys, but you shrugged it of, driving across the icey roads to the shop a few streets down.

Once you got out you were quick to get Aroura back on your shoulders, she was getting tired as she rested her head against the top of yours, her small hands wrapped around your hair and neck gently. She picked out her favourite snacks and threw them in the basket, and chose pizza and star chips for her dinner, which was the best dinner for an evening like this. (y/n) brought some lemon sip for her aching throat and stuffed nose and then walked to the till, placing aroura on the bench next to the bagging area.

She was eager to grab all the items, begging you to let her scan the doritos, which you did in the end give in to, then she helped take the bags to the car, in the end needing you to take it as she dragged the items across the frost coated floors.

When you were both finally settled in the car you let out a sigh of relief, but as you turned the keys to hear a screeching, unpleasant sound from the engine your head fell onto the horn.

"Mama what are you doing!"

Aroura shouted over the loud beeping noise, her fathers attitude twisted in her voice. However grew worried as she watched her mother run her hands through her hair anxiously, muttering as she kicked and hit the car.

"Blasted weather!"

You groaned, opening the door and getting attacked once again by the deadly weather that penetrated you to your bones.

"Come on angel, we gotta walk home"

you say in a gentle however exhausted tone, holding onto your daughters small hand in one hand and 3 bags of shopping in the other.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You slammed the door behind you, your little girl clinging onto your arm. The freezing wind had taken its toll on your body, but you mustered a smile for your daughter's sake. As you entered the warmth of home, your legs trembled with exhaustion. You tried to hide your growing weakness, not wanting to worry your precious girl. She giggled and kicked off her snow-covered boots, completely oblivious to your struggle.

You watched as she ran off to play, her laughter filling the room with joy. However, as you started preparing dinner, you couldn't ignore the worsening fever and flu symptoms that were taking a toll on your body. Your head throbbed, and a chill ran through your weakened frame. You glanced at the clock, hoping that your husband Loki would arrive soon, wanting to hold him tight and snuggle up to him in the warmth of your bed. You continued chopping vegetables, pushing through the discomfort, it was just a bit of cold.

As you continued to prepare dinner, a throbbing headache began to intensify, adding to your already weakened state. Just as you were starting to feel overwhelmed, you heard the familiar jingle of keys and the creaking of the front door. Relief washed over you as Loki entered the house, bringing in a gust of cold air. The chill served as a reminder of the harsh winter outside, but it also brought a sense of comfort knowing he was home.

"Hey there, sweetheart!"

Loki called out, his voice filled with warmth and affection. Aroura, who had been waiting eagerly for her fathers return, rushed into the hallway, her arms wrapping around his legs as he chuckled deeply

Loki made his way to the kitchen, his eyes full of concern as he noticed the fatigue etched on your face. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, knowing how much comfort you seemed from his embrace.

"I'm here, love. How was your day?"

he asked, his voice gently as he rocked your frozen body side to side, gently kissing your neck as you hummed in his arms.

"m.. the car broke at the shop.. m. me and aroura had to walk home and... c..cold."

You took a moment to lean into his comforting presence, grateful for his understanding.

"It's been a long day lo."

you replied, feeling a sense of solace in his arms.

Together, you and Loki finished preparing dinner, the aroma of the meal filling the house. As you all gathered around the table to enjoy the delicious food, you couldn't help but notice Loki's caring gaze on you, he looked worried yet loving, just wanting to make sure you were okay, in his own sweet way.

But in the midst of his gaze, our daughter couldn't resist having some fun. She started playing with her food, making silly faces and creating a mess. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, trying to balance Loki's watchful eye on me while also keeping an eye on our mischievous little one.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Aroura had gone of to her room to read as you and loki tidied, you went to go wash the cutlery until some playful hands stoped you in your tracks, resting on you tense shoulders.

"Go prepare the movies pumpkin, I'll clean up."

loki hummed as he wrapped your in his jumper, going of to begin cleaning.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The clock next to the bed wrote "22:20" and you rested your head against the tall stack of pillows behind you. Loki had just gone to put Aroura into her crib who had just fallen asleep during the 4th movie, throughout the hours your body grew weaker and colder, loki rubbing you thigh with every sniffle and shiver thay escaped your ill form.

After Aroura was huddled up in blankets loki came back into our room and lifted your cold body, resting you in between his legs and kissing you forehead, wiping you teary eyes as he began to braid a few strands of your hair. You looked up at his gentle eyes.

"you're eyes are so pretty up close"

he whispered as he gazed back at you. Loki has always admired your eyes, a beautiful rainbow of pastels.

He couldn't do much to help your shivering state, being a frost giant, however he piled you in blankets and hot water bottles and had made you a lemon sip which sat on the beside table, he stroked you hair as your bead rested against his chest, every shake his heart ached.

"my love are you truly well"

he asked knowing the answer

you simply hummed in response, till shaking in his strong arms.

"you're not okay, you're shaking. what can I do? please let me help you."

he practically begged as he drowned you in affection and kisses.

"all I need is you"

you whispered, turning as you wrapped your arms around his waist, a hand on his chest beside you head, tangled around your lovers form.

"you'll always have me my darling.."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 2 Coherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki, plus some bonus spoilers for Thor: Love and Thunder.

"Is your mom coming to pick you up?"

Broke: (but also kind of woke) Sylvie is reciprocating a vague, distant sort of care for this kid, in response to his asking if she's okay.

Woke: Sylvie has driven this boy home before and is asking with the intent of giving him a ride if he needs one.

Bespoke: Sylvie has a thing for his mom, and is asking because she wants to flirt with her later.

Hey remember when Tumblr got all collectively horny for Jotun!Loki during What If? Umm, yeah I get it, I see it, but I'm having repeat symptoms with this episode. I am ACE, and a sexually repulsed one at that, but y'all, I actually had to tone back some of my more obsessive reactions, because I usually insist that while I've imprinted pretty heavily on Loki I'm not romantically or sexually attracted to them, but oh shit, we may have found the exception this week. Just the suit (the ruffles), all the magic, the MULTIPLE times he stalks menacingly toward Wolfe, the big dopey grin he gives Mobius in the automat??? Fuck, guys.

Loki smiling about something Mobius does oh my god: first the little smile at the door when Mo tells that dumb joke. And then that full-face grin he gives when Mobius gives him his blessing to turn on the full god of mischief on that fucker!

Head empty, no thoughts, just "Do you remember that time I was so angry at my father and brother that I went down to Earth and I held the whole of New York City hostage with an alien army?" Because Mobius knows his entire life backwards and forwards, so he just goes "You know" and then casually slips in part of the underlying reason why he did it??? (He conveniently forgets the part where he was TORTURED FOR A YEAR FIRST, but whatever.) And Mobius's little laugh while he speaks like he knows this is ridiculous and not at all the same thing (and I think Loki does, too, and he's doing it on purpose) but he knows what Loki's trying to do so he lets him get away with it.

Was the last time Loki slept when he took that nap back in episode like two (season one) when he and Mobius were researching? Please someone put him in a BED. (For REST first, please!)

Unrelated to the episode, but Mobius has to know about Thor's back tattoo in Love & Thunder, right? I mean, he must. It's Loki's life adjacent, technically. I know the stakes are high right now, but I desperately want him to share this little tidbit of information with Loki because I think the sour-lemon look on his face would be priceless and we all deserve to witness it.

[tarithenurse]

On my mind, in my soul - 18

Prompt: This will be the last chapter and is based on a prompt by @liesje86: “Uhm. “Simple man” the cover with Jensen Ackles, a white sandy beach on Hawaaï or something, and two identical daggers.” Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Swearing as usual, angst, mention of god and bad parenting, hints of loss, nervousness, fluff, lemons, anger. All sorts of good stuff. A/N:  This is the last chapter! o.O Thank you all for the lovely prompts, it won’t be the last time I’ll work like that. I hope this ending is all you guys could wish for...except the spelling etc because I just REALLY wanted to share it, so I’ve not proof read it, meh. Please, reblog etc. if you did enjoy <3

Satisfied

…   Loki’s PoV   …

There are moments in a child’s life when they look upon their parents and wonder “what if”. What if the parents had never met? What if they never had decided to have children? Then the kid wouldn’t be in the world or maybe they’d be an only child or…

Thinking back, Loki’s thoughts had often been related more to the question of “why”, as in “why did his parents love each other” or at the very least why the love between them was so different and apparently impossible to spill over onto the youngest prince. No, that wouldn’t be fair to say, because Frigga did love her son and she did her best to make sure he knew that. Just like she would comfort him when he was sad or guide him when he felt lost. Frigga, queen and mother, was the one person Loki could come to for support or philosophical discussions. She was the one that saw his future as something bright and blessed, and she would spin tales rivalling the best penmanship to instill a longing within the heart of the young prince for all that was to come.

Mama told me when I was young: Come sit beside me, my only son

…   Reader’s PoV   …

This. Is. Quality. Stretching towards the cloudless sky above you, it’s all you can do not to spontaneously start giggling at the feel of the ocean lapping over your feet and caressing your ankles. Cool on your hot skin but not too cold that a swim would be anything else than heavenly tomorrow…today’s too late because the jet only touched down an hour before earlier and now the sun is setting across the endless ocean.

For more than a year now, Loki has been escaping with you to the most wonderful places on earth (so far) between working on missions with the Avengers. It’s not a life you expected even with the Asgardian as your partner in crime. Crime. Yeah, not a whole lot of action’s been going on on that front, obviously, and still somehow…you’ve got more than enough challenges to keep your mind occupied. Heists have been replaced by rescue operations; artifacts replaced with weapons. At least the way of working is still relatively the same in terms of intel and planning.

Cool hands snake around your waist, pulling you backwards against the hard planes of muscle of a similar low temperature, making goosebumps spread across your skin.

“I should have known you’d abandon me with the unpacking in favour of this,” Loki mumbles into you hair.

You turn partially in his arms, wanting to be able to kiss him but not wanting to give up the scenery beyond the glittering sea. “Can you blame me? Look at that view!”

Leaning back from the embrace, the god’s attention isn’t on the sunset. “Breathtaking.”

Then he holds you close, preventing you from saying anything until the sun finally disappears beneath the horizon in a display of orange and purples and anything in between. Breathtaking, yes.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

Unpacking had, in truth, been a simple task for the god who simply had left the butler with that responsibility (with the exception of one specific piece of luggage) and as the chef was already preparing the lavish dinner, Loki had found himself pacing. Restless. Nervous.

That very same insecurity still hunts the pale man all through dinner. He dotes on [Y/N], feeds her bites from the ridiculous amount of tiny dishes that have been prepared and offers her cool wines. But Loki can barely swallow a morsel himself.

His gaze is locked on the softly coloured lips that send him a shy smile. They are small talking, and it’s a challenge to stay focused on the subject when joy sparkles in the [Y/E/C] of the perfect woman’s eyes. Nimble fingers fidget with glass or delve into the silken hair that by now has become messy from the travelling. Messy, but oh so right, bringing attention to the wildness that bubbles just below the surface of her.

That’s who she is. His wild kitten. Intelligent, fierce, approaching any challenge with a calculative silence until she succeeds and lets go of the inhibitions for a while. Morals? [Y/N] never claims to be an angel, yet she has managed to show the god a different way – the way Frigga spoke of hundreds of years ago when Loki was a child in need of comfort and hope. Life had indeed turned out slightly different than what his mother had predicted because there is no Asgard and royal life (even as nothing more than a prince) and no plans of ruling or being distinguished beyond the scope of mortal man. It is…simpler.

“Hon?” [Y/N] manages to get through the fog of thoughts.

Her furrowed brows don’t relax until he has promised that everything is fine. “I was merely thinking…of you, in fact.”

“Oh?” A coy smile dances on her mouth. “Am I in trouble?”

“When are you not?” Loki can’t help but laugh. “You could be the Goddess of Mischief. Do not feign innocence when we both know it was you that swapped out everyone’s underwear.”

[Y/N] disguises a grin behind the wineglass, and when she moves the glass from her lips a seriousness has returned. “But what were you thinking? I know it was something serious…”

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else

…   Reader’s PoV   …

You watch with both wonder and concern as the god they call Silver Tongue struggles with his words, opening and closing his mouth several times as a faint red sheen crawls into his eyes where the pupils are blown. That bad? Reaching for his hand, you’re afraid he’ll pull away, but he doesn’t. Cold and slightly damp against your palm…and trembling.

”Please, Loki…” you begin softly, stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

The cold spikes and he pulls away, breaking a piece off your heart. ”Excuse me.”

He doesn’t even stop to pick up the chair after he topples it over in his eager to get away from you. Why? A cold, his cold, has gripped your chest so hard you have to struggle to breathe. What did I do wrong?

You’ve wanted to deny the signs, but this can’t be unseen. For weeks now, he’s become increasingly withdrawn, preferring solitude or simply losing focus, and it’s been getting worse even with a short respite after he and Thor had been away to some other realm or planet or whatever. For a few days things had seemed normal, then it started all over. This is the worst yet.

Bit by bit, lessons you’ve let from your new co-workers (especially Natasha) start to surface, diluting the self-deprecation with a healthy amount of anger and determination. Trucker turd! Your own chair screeches across the marble floor. I’ll be damn if I let him make me feel crappy on a vacation like this! And with that in mind, you march off the way Loki had gone.

You find him in the bedroom, crouched by his suitcase with the back to the door.

“Okay, listen up, mister!”

Hands on your hips and a solid footing, you plant yourself a few steps behind him. Gorgeous bedroom. The thought zips through your mind unwanted and you push it aside for now, ignoring the probably gorgeous view from the huge windows and balcony beyond…and the grand bed to your left which you’d been hoping to “break in” tonight rather than scold a god. But that’s life sometimes.

“I know, [Y/N],” Loki admits quietly, the tenderness in his voice catching you by surprise, “I’ve been…absentminded and distanced lately.” His back is still toward you, but you know the sort of pain showing in his eyes anyways. “You deserve more than that, I know, because you are…you have changed my life and me for the better.”

“Darling…”

The distance isn’t even reduced by a single step before he motions for you to stop. To wait. His shoulders rise and fall before he finally straightens his back and swirls around to face you. Still on his knees. Oh… Turquoise eyes root you to the spot. Big hands holds a footlong box.

“I wish could tell you all the reasons I love you…but there’s not enough time in the universe for it.” A dextrous tongue swipes his bottom lip. “Lady [Y/N] [Y/L/N], will you allow me to be your husband?”

With those words, he flips the box open to show the contents, but the world is becoming a blur to you, spinning the room slowly. Oh. Oh no. Not…how…

“But Loki…I’ll die from you!” You can hear it yourself, how broken your voice is.

As the first tear falls and your vision clears a bit, you see the man you love put the box aside and stand. His strong arms encircle you, holding you tightly against his chest. A part of you wants to push away, to save him from the real pain later by leaving him now because after all: it had been your plan to leave him eventually, so he didn’t have to see you grow old and die.

“My dear, I know your reasoning,” he whispers in your ear, soft kissing landing on your cheeks and lips, “I would not want to miss out on even a second of your life, I’ll be by your side forever because nothing can change what I feel. Please let me…if you truly love me.”

Pulling back as much as his embrace allows, you frown at him indignantly. “I do love you!”

“Then please…” He guides you to sit on the foot end of the bed before retrieving the box once more and kneeling again. “Please let me be yours.” The dark wood is padded on the inside with golden silk, cradling two nearly identical daggers perfectly. “I know of the Midgardian customs with the rings…however I thought you would appreciate the tradition from Vanaheim where the betrothed couple each carries a twin dagger, bound by magic and echoing the heartbeat of the person that carries the twin…”

“I’d always be able to sense you…”

He nods, proffering the box. And they’re gorgeous too. Of course he’s right in thinking you’d prefer this over a ring. The handles appear to be frosted glass with smoky tendrils of Jotun-blue at the centre and a bead at the very end while the blade itself is silvered and perforated by runes.

Those spell out Loki which means the other dagger has your name on it. Lifting the Loki-blade, you recognise the quality of the craftmanship.

“That would be the one you would carry…if you choose to…” the god trails off.

Carefully, you return the weapon to its place. Then you close the lid and set the box aside before sliding onto the floor.

“I hate the idea of breaking your heart…but I hate the idea of being without you too. If one day you realize you can’t watch me grow old, then promise me we say goodbye as friends.”

“You mean…that –”

“– is a yes.”

Mouths clash cold yet passionate, the fervour growing with each stroke of tongue tips or nibble at the other’s lips and soon Loki’s pushing the straps of your dress aside gently. Every inch of skin is lavished with kisses that make goosebumps break out and you nipples harden against the lace (which is all that remains as cover). Once the soft cotton hangs from your hips, the god’s roaming hands come to rest at your waist. You know what he’s about to do, but it amazes you regardless. It always does. Lifting you to your feet as though you weigh nothing at all and standing you on the bed. Loki’s nose presses against the skin of your belly or, if he stretches a bit, the cleavage where he can inhale your scent while his hands bring the dress the rest of the way down. Probably holding it back rather than letting it fall for the simple purpose of enjoying the slow reveal of your body.

“My love.” Kisses are peppered onto your hips. “My queen.” Hands roam the back of your thighs. “My fiancée.” A long arm reaches up along your back to release the hooks on the bra. “Mine.”

You vaguely hear where the lacy clothing lands, but not really because Loki’s mouth and hands are at your breasts, the Silver Tongue of his working the kind of magic that’s reserved for you only. Moans fill the room as the god slides down your panties to allow access to a hand, fingers skimming through the folds and teasing you in just the right way by adding pressure with the hell of the hand whenever possible.

Even with your fingers entwined with Loki’s black hair, it’s hard to keep balance on the soft bed and you’re grateful by the time he lays you down and positions himself to continue the work between your legs. Languidly. Broad licks supplemented by pressure administered by a thumb to your clit to have you pussy aching and clenching helplessly around nothing. You on the verge of cumming when his lips close around the little bundle of nerves.

“Please, Loki.”

“Hmmmm?” The sound sends vibrations into you, but he detaches before it sets off a climax. “Not yet, my love.”

Fuck! It wouldn’t be smart to say that out loud. The man thrives on teasing to the point that it nearly becomes torture, so you adopt a different tactic and suggest with a purr that he be the one to be treated.

Obviously, he can’t resist to see your lips wrapped around his cock and soon, Loki’s the one to groan and beg for release either in your mouth or deep within the needing cunt. Oh, the delicious revenge is sweet. Now you’re the one to move slowly, crawling up his body and trailing kisses (and bites) along the way until your straddling him with his erection sliding between the slick folds in a manner that stimulates your clit just perfectly. Fingers digging into your thighs, he lies and watches as you succumb to an orgasm, juices dripping onto his balls and the throbbing shaft.

“Please…” he nearly whines as you start to come down.

A nod is all he needs before he’s flipped you both around and sheathed himself fully in you, setting off a new wave of ecstasy which he somehow manages to wait out, still as a statue. But you see his struggle. You see it in his eyes that are turning crimson, and you feel it on his body temperature which is dropping.

“Let me see you,” you whisper hoarsely, “the real you.”

Loki knows how attractive you find the Jotun form and happily complies with your request. Each body part enlarges – some parts more than others, thank goodness, but you still feel the swell of his cock within you, stretching your walls a bit more.

“God, yes!”

Rolling his hips, the partner in crime pulls out almost completely before thrusting back forcefully, making you scoot up the bed until you can reach and stem against on the headboard, and each stroke Loki gives is met by a tilt of your hips. Teeth find the crook of your throat, latching on hard enough that it will bruise tomorrow and softly enough for the pain not to be too much.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

He sees [Y/N]’s eyelashes flutter as she arches against his blue body. Heat against cold. The walls of her cunt clench and pulsate, sending tremors through her perfect shape and breaking the cry that falls from her lips. And Loki is right at the precipice with the woman, toppling over the edge and into a sea of bliss. It is all he can do to keep himself from collapsing onto [Y/N], rolling off instead to lie panting next to her.

She is still shivering, when the god regains his strength enough to focus his seiðr to care for her before finally pulling the light of his live into his arms.

“I love you,” she smiles drowsily, “all the time.” She doesn’t bother to stifle a yawn,

Her temple is hot against his lips. “I love you too. Always.”

There is no answer save for the gentle breathing.

Always.

Baby be a simple kind of man Oh, won't you do this for me, son, if you can

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

BOO! My ask for kinktober:

Character: Jotun Loki from the Mcu

AU: *covers eyes so I can't see you judge me* Tentacles...??

Prompt: 10, 40, 48

I LOVE YOUR STUFF!!!

A/N: No shame this month. I said let's get weird, so let's get weird. Also, slight change to one of the prompts, hope that's okay.

Prompt: “Cum all over my face” + “I wanna fuck you right up against the window.” + “I’m in heat./ I’m horny. ”

Warning: Pure flith, this is dirty, sweaty fucking with tentacles. You guys read the prompt. Also, oral sex (female receiving).

There were days when Loki just could not be articulate. Most of the time this state came with the assistance of alcohol. It was it's own entertainment to see the usually eloquent prince brought down to the level of a three-year-old as he tried to get everyone in on a song. But then there were those other days when his body reverted back to its most base instincts leaving the need for flowery language at the door. Either way, you were left with the same result; a wild night that left you blissed, sweating and desperate to just stay in bed.

You knew you were in for it when Loki knocked on your door. His body was tight with tension, his brow already forming sweat he looked down at you with hungry red eyes.

He didn't even give you a warning before he scooped you up into his arms and pulled you into a desperate kiss. You clung to him, instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso. He at least had the foresight to shrink himself down. Nine feet was much more manageable than twelve.

You could feel the heat of his bare skin against your legs. His massive hands supported you, but were still light in their touch even as his lips consumed you. He took in your skin and air, scattering his kisses across your face before settling into the crook of your neck.

"Loki..."

"I'm horny," he was his only explanation. "If you want me to stop, tell me now."

You tightened your fingers into the base of his neck, keeping him exactly where you wanted him. "Don't you dare."

You felt him smile against your skin. "Good, I've been wanting to fuck you against the window all night."

Your laugh was muffled by his mouth as he kissed you. In barely two strides, your back pressed hard against cool glass. You let out a small hiss of pleasure at the contrast between it and your lover.

You broke away just enough to start pulling your night shirt.

Loki took the hint, kneeling as he allowed both your feet to land on solid ground.

In a moment both your night shirt, bra and panties were thrown across the room and Loki's hot mouth was sucking breast. He nipped and moaned against your skin as his hand grabbed the places his tongue and teeth weren't.

You could feel the wetness begin to leak between your legs as the ache grew stronger.

"Take off your pants," you groaned. "I want you inside me."

"Soon," he panted. "Need to get you ready."

And with that, he hulled your legs over his shoulders and stood.

His lips were around your clit before you knew which way was down and by the time you did, you didn't care.

You grabbed at Loki's hair and back, needing something to cling to as he ate you like a man possessed.

There was no technique but thick enthusiastic tongue made up for it. He growled against you, the vibrations leaving you quaking.

He barely seemed to notice the way you thrashed and moaned on top of him.

Even shrunk down, he was still strong. You might as well be a bushel of grapes dangling over his head, using his tongue to pull each one into his mouth.

It was too much. Your vision was going hazy as your dug your fingers further into his hair.

"Loki, I'm..."

"Cum all over my face," he growled.

It didn't take much after that. One deep suck of your clit and you were falling over the edge. Loki's large hands and impossible shoulders were the only thing keeping your up right.

Loki held you against him, kissing your pussy and thighs as you came down from your high.

Vaguely, you felt yourself moving. The cold hard glass was replaced with warm soft blankets.

Loki's head was no longer between you legs, but resting on your stomach.

He looked up at you with a hungry grin. His lips and chin were shinning with your slick and his red eyes filled with nothing but trouble. This man was going to kill you.

"Don't tell me you're done already."

It was a challenge, one you were glad to meet.

You took his face and pulled him up your body, kissing him hard. He tasted like sex. Fuck, he smelled like it. Just the touch of his lips was enough to leave you aching all over again.

"I said, I wanted you inside me," you growled.

Loki grinned, pulling away from you body to finally do as you asked.

You sat up on your elbows. No matter how many times you saw it, you were compelled to watch it unfold.

He was already starting to poke out of the slit between his legs. The head already beading with cum.

You watched as his slid his hand down, coaxing the slit to widen further and further.

You wet your lips. Unlike human men, Loki's cock wasn't a harden stick connected to a pair of balls. His cock was a pulsing tentacle, thick and malleable. There was a reason Loki had to get your ready. Surrounding it was a mass thinner appendages, each moving as if of its own free will, but all in search of one thing.

Loki looked down at your, his eyes darkening as he crawled back up the bed.

The moment the first feeler brushed your skin, it was over.

Moving in sudden sync, the feelers grabbed at your thighs, pulling your closer. They wrapped around you, forcing your legs open and keeping your body down. You couldn't move and Loki's hands hadn't even touched you.

His cock slide over your entrance, flicking your clit as skillfully as his tongue had.

You laid you head back, letting out a pitiable moan at the sensation.

"Tell me," Loki said in a rasp. "Tell me what..."

You rolled your head, finally looking.

All you could see was him. The only break in the endless blue of his skin was the lust in his red eyes. The feelers tightened around your skin. His cock pressed against your entrance waiting to tear you in half. He could take you now and there would be nothing you could do about it. Still he waited, his mind barely even to form words with the promise of you.

"I want you to fuck me," you whispered, you tone smooth and confident. "And I want you to keep fucking me until one of us taps out or passes out. Can you do that?"

Loki's chest rumbled with a feral growl. His hips surged forward, his cock splitting you open in one hard thrust.

You let out a cry, uncaring of who might hear as your body succumbed to the pleasure.

Loki wasn't exactly articulate when it came to moments like this. Luckily for both of you, there comes a point when words are no longer needed.

[lokispettigerr]

Swimming Amongst the Stars: Jotun!Loki x Reader (NSFW) SMUT

Summary: While vacationing at a mountain cabin, reader traverses the mountainside. Against warnings from a neighbor, she goes where danger is sure to ensue and sparks fly until they melt away a heart shrouded in ice. 

Warnings: Depression mention. Way too many kinks that even I do not understand. The characters wanted them there. BEWARE!

Word Count: 3362

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A/N: I almost didn’t release this fic after asking you all about Patreon; all I wanted was a response not any pledge of a first born child or anything. I literally got one response. I feel used and completely obsolete- that people only care about me when I give them fictions. Who knew being a tumblr Dragon was oh so lonely. Yet, here I am, depressed as ever. At least I have my writing. 

“You need a break,” they said. “It’ll be fun,” they said-- Relax.

How can I possibly relax? I’m staying in a 200-year-old mountain cottage without any modern insulation in the dead of winter. 

There wasn’t even a word to describe how I felt. In short, I was miserable-- a lightweight and someone who is far more cold-natured than not. I needed heat to thrive, where others may die of heatstroke, I reveled in it. 

The phone rang shrilly and I fished it out of my pocket, my cold fingers moving clumsily. The caller ID read, “Kendra.” 

“Hey, sis.”

“Still alive I see,” Kendra said, our connection distorting her voice. 

“Barely, I’m beginning to think I might lose a few fingers.”

“That would be a disappointment,” she laughed. 

“Mom and Dad wouldn’t see it that way.”

“Sh, you. Speaking of Dad, he thought you might enjoy a trek up the mountain.”

“Kendra, you can’t be serious! It’s covered in snow and wild animals.” 

“Well, he thought the mountain air might do you some good.” 

“Spoken like someone who wants to get rid of the family low-life,” I teased. 

I knew my Dad, Kendra, and my Mom were just trying to help-- looking out for me as it was. I was depressed and not only had it taken a toll on me, but it had also taken a toll on my family. They watched me suffer and I watched them suffer for it. 

I wanted to come to the mountain cottage if nothing more than to give them a break and escape from the worried looks and concerned whispers. 

Dad was right; I needed to do something and maybe hiking up the mountain would make me feel better. 

I resolved tomorrow would be the day I would hike my way up the mountain-- depression be damned. 

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Early that evening, before the sun went down, I ventured out to the covered shed. 

The snow was falling lazily in fat flakes that clung to my hair. I was mesmerized by the crunch of the snow beneath my boots when a voice sounded out.

“Need some help?”

I looked up and was met by a friendly and familiar face.

“Hey, Mr. Bill! Naw, I am just taking some logs in to feed the fire.”

“You look well. Just let me know if you need anything.” He paused, looking down at his boots, “Nancy was wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner tomorrow.”

“Really, I’m fine.” I knew my Dad had likely called Mr. Bill to tell him to keep an eye on me, like I was some invalid unfit for basic survival and make no mistake, I was, but I didn’t want my family or Mr. Bill to know that. 

Squinting, I looked up at the sky, “I would, Mr. Bill, but I was planning on hiking up the mountain.”

“Then Thursday night,” he persisted.

“Yeah, okay... That sounds nice. I’ll see you in two days.”

“If not before! Don’t be a stranger.” Mr. Bill turned to walk back towards his home but stopped in his tracks. 

“Oh and uh.” Mr. Bill removed his cap to scratch at his bald head underneath, “Just be careful out there. There has been talk that a bear is up on the mountain causing chaos and mischief.”

“I’ll be careful. I always am.”

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I had awoken early. I wanted to hike with as much daylight as I could so as not to get lost or encounter any angry, furry foes.  

Before heading out I decided to warm up in front of the fire, holding my hands towards the growing flames-- it was the warmest I would be for several hours. 

I had made sure to put enough logs on the fire to keep it burning until my return. 

I opened the door and was met with a brutally cold blast of wind. Slinging my pack over my shoulder, I stepped outside. 

The snow was mushy underneath my boots and I sank slightly with each step. 

My fingers closed around the straps on my pack, snuggly and I walked away from the solace and cozy warmth of the cottage into the alien world beyond. 

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The sun had begun its creeping cadence of descent across the sky and I knew it was best if I turned back and started my own descent back down the mountain. 

It had been an eventful hike. I’d witnessed twin does frolicking and other  manner of peaceful wildlife thriving in the cold. 

I arrived at the edge of a snowy cliff, taking in the view all around me. While the frigid air cut to the bone, the sight before me warmed my heart. 

A beautiful frozen stream lay below-- it was as smooth as glass and shined bright like a tumbled crystal. 

I sat on a nearby rock that jutted out from the snow and slung my pack around. I had packed a heated thermos just for this occasion.

My numb, gloved fingers closed clumsily around the lid and I unscrewed it. The liquid steamed with the air as I poured it into the top and gripped it tightly. 

A shadow fell upon me and I glanced up to find a bird of prey drifting in a lazy circle. 

I lowered my gaze, bringing the steaming tea to my lips and took a long sip.

Everything seemed so serene until it wasn’t. 

In my periphery, a shadow moved and a sentience crossed my own. 

However the energy I now felt was unmistakably lethal. 

Mr. Bill’s warning of the ferocious, chaos-rampaging bear came into my thoughts. 

On my way here, I had seen no signs of such a creature, yet I had found myself repeatedly shaking the unnerving feeling that I was being watched. 

The next seconds would be vital. I needed to know where the foe was to quickly plan my escape. 

I scanned the close outcropping and trees that were my surroundings hoping to catch a glimpse of the menacing bear. 

A white bear pelt was before me, almost invisible in the swirling drifts of snow. 

I squinted, hoping to get a better look at the bear Mr. Bill had warned me about-- instead, I saw a man. 

He was the most captivatingly beautiful creature I had ever seen yet his otherworldliness was a warning and a shock to my system. 

I felt as frozen as the river below me-- mesmerized by the man’s hypnotic, blood-red gaze. 

Fear enveloped me in an instant as I took in his midnight blue skin covered with what appeared to be intricate tattoos. 

What was most shocking, more than his tattooed skin or his red eyes, was his state of near undress. 

The man’s chest was bare and the setting sunlight glinted on his sculpted skin like fire reflecting off of a piece of volcanic glass. 

A white pelt covered his back, which was why I mistakenly thought at first glance he was a wild animal-- and I remained not entirely convinced he was not. The pelt was held together in the front with flashy, golden medallions inscribed with ancient and ethereal symbols. His legs were covered with the same white pelt as his cloak.

I slowly backed away. The heel of my boot thudded against my pack causing it to jostle. I knelt, stretching out my hand to grab at the strap, my fingers flailing frantically in the air. 

The man stepped towards me-- his red eyes burned like two ferocious blood moons in his skull. 

The pack would have to wait. 

I turned, dashing away, a prey animal desperately clinging to the hope of life away from the deadly predator. 

My hair fanned out behind me as if the wind was raking its fingers through it-- trying to pull me back to my destiny. I ran as fast as I was able, my arms pumping back and forth, my breath puffing out in a heavy mist-- a ghost leaving my body. 

With a backward glance, I checked to see if the man was in pursuit.

While my head was turned to analyze the situation, I tripped. My toes stubbed hard into a rock. I went down, bracing for the impact. 

The snow did not soften the blow from the jutting stone slab. A splitting pain ignited my skull. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remain conscious.

Before everything went black, the beautiful monster’s face loomed before me-- swimming amongst the stars and in truth, it looked like he belonged there. 

Yet, he was arguably more captivating than any constellation. 

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I drifted, slow as the snow, through wake and sleep. 

I felt as if I was floating or dangling between to dangerous precipes. I would see the man before me, his eyes cutting through the darkness that enveloped us like the cool touch of the dead.   

His bare chest was against me, solid as a wall, feeling both like frigid ice and an erotic, white-hot, soul-searing heat that radiated from within-- two extremes that felt unholy together.

As he carried me further into the dark and through the flurries of falling snow, I was gently rocked back to sleep. 

I woke to the sensation of heat on my face. 

For once on this god-forsaken mountain, I was warm. I wanted to drift back to sleep but my head throbbed painfully, bringing back the memories of what had happened. 

Images flew through my head unwarranted, my cheek against a man’s chest, a white pelt that glowed as bright as the moon tickling my skin, a rhythmic swaying that felt like a safe place to rest. 

I stirred, blinking to clear my double-vision. 

Before me, two red eyes, blood moons engulfed in flames, glowed. I had seen them before. 

I jumped, the man from earlier was watching me. My breath puffed out as my back thudded against solid rock. 

My palms stretched out behind me to feel at the wall of a lichen covered cave. 

The man continued to watch me from the other side of the dancing flames between us. 

He had brought me here, laid me down, started a fire, and covered me in fur blankets-- seemed harmless enough despite his unusual and slightly alarming appearance. 

“Where am I?” My voice echoed off the walls. 

He continued to watch me, “You’ve not left the mountain you found me on.” His voice was smooth yet muted, making it seem like he had not spoken in centuries. And what did he mean, “found him”? I had no desire or plan to get kidnapped by a half-naked man, regardless of how devastatingly attractive he was. 

One thing was certain, the longer I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed-- it was a painful feeling that caused my heart to beat erratically with ache and my lungs feeling fit to burst. 

“Who are you?”

“A ghost from your past; a clouded memory of your future.” A sad look came into those red eyes and I fought the urge to reach out and stroke his cheek in an attempt to chase the shadows of sorrow away. 

My confusion continued to grow. 

“Who are you?” My voice softened and for a moment I wondered if the man had even heard me. 

“I have gone by many names, but you would know me by the name Loki.”

The name shot like a fuse across the darkest recesses of my mind, a lightning strike in my memory. 

I tasted the name on my lips, “Loki.”

My eyes widened with an overwhelming realization. Saying his name seemed to have lifted a block from my memory-- a magic spell that fashioned a key fit to unlock a single door. 

I said it again, missing the taste of it on my tongue, “Loki.”

Each time I spoke his name, he relaxed into the sound of my voice and the hypnotic supplicance of my lips. 

He moved around the fire, his hand reaching out towards my temple. As his fingers lightly brushed against my skin, visions flashed within my mind. 

Of bare skin tangled up together.

Of laughter shared and tears shed.

Of a heartbreaking separation bridging to a union and giving birth to love that was infinite. 

Over and over, time after time until it reached this very moment. 

“I remember you… How is this even possible?”

“You remember now, but you will not remember later.” He paused, “You are lured here each year.”

“Lured?” I asked, but he continued. 

“Each year since our first encounter with one another, you are slowly overcome with a consuming melancholy until you return to me.”

“But you make me forget,” I interjected, anger making my blood pressure rise. I was tired of his riddles.  

He was right, each year since childhood, I’d made my way up the mountain in search of him. First as friends and later as lovers. 

And each year when I would leave, he’d wipe my memory of him. 

He has explained to me numerous times his convictions and reasons and knows his own heartache by remembering me until I return to him. 

“I don’t want to forget.”

“But you must.”

I shifted towards Loki and all the while he watched me, pupils dilated. 

“Not anymore.” My lips found his and as they locked together fireworks burst beyond my vision, my skin burned and my womanhood was overcome with a hungry, insatiable, wet heat that made my clitoris swell. 

Something stirred in me and made me no more than an animal with desires of the same. 

“Not anymore,” I whispered against his lips. 

“Evermore.” His icy breath was a frigid blast that felt like a threat. 

His hand went around my throat, to display his dominance and I submitted. 

“You smell like cinders and smoke,” he whispered. He released my throat and grabbed at a lock of my hair to twirl it around his finger. 

“How fitting,” he reflected, “the only thing to melt the ice of my soul.”

“Take me,” I breathed. 

My flesh held memory of his touch and my breath became ragged as his hand slid along my skin. 

Like fire and ice the world ended, completely consumed. 

Loki climbed above me. His fingers traced the edge of my skin until he found my nipples. He tugged and pulled as arousal swirled deep between my hips. 

His warm lips caressed my neck, drawing lower to my collar bone. His kisses and icy breath caused a trail of goosebumps to raise on my skin. 

With each kiss, each moan, each bump of his hard cock against me I grew more impatient and excited.

His teeth closed around my nipple, and he bit down until I cried out from the sharp pain and then swirling his tongue around them soothingly. He had me. 

All the while longing grew in my belly and I could feel my opening becoming wet for him. 

He continued to suck on my nipples and kiss my heaving breasts while his fingers danced their way to my clit. 

As soon as his fingertips began to caress me, I hissed with pleasure-- the sensation was a riptide that rolled through me. 

His fingers moved around my clit and I came embarrassingly fast, my abdomen tightening until I rose up off the floor of the cave, crying out his name and demanding for more. In the midst of my release, Loki’s hand grabbed his cock and directed it to my opening. 

I could feel it stiffen harshly as it pushed against my inner thigh and then with urgency against my labium. 

My core swelled with arousal as Loki slid into me. 

The sensation that followed was such a complete fullness that made me feel as if I would burst-- the pressure caused a moan to escape my lips. 

“Oh, please,” I begged, “Don’t stop. Fill me up.”

Loki grunted in response and his thrusts deepened as his hips curved and ground against my ass. 

“Take my seed in your slick cunt and I’ll save some for your mouth.”

His words sent me spiraling, the skin around my vagina grew slick with arousal. 

His head bowed towards my breasts and his teeth closed around my nipple-- my eyes watered and I cried out, but it only made him rougher. 

He pushed deeper and his pace quickened. 

A growl rippled through his chest and I felt his cock convulse inside of me as he filled me. 

I hadn’t thought I could feel much fuller, but his cum was heavy in my already full-of-his-cock belly. There couldn’t have been much room but he continued to pump into me. 

I glanced down, sure that I would visibly see the head of his cock buried deep in my lower belly. 

My eyes widened, pupils dilating. 

Loki withdrew himself, dripping wet with the concoction of our combined juices. 

“Open your mouth, let me mark you there.” 

I pushed weakly against him. 

“I’m too full, I couldn’t possibly take anymore,” I pleaded. 

“Open your mouth,” he repeated, his red eyes glowed with a fury that dared me to defy him. 

I parted my lips and he put his index finger my mouth, hooking my jaw up, and elongating my throat to better take his long length in. 

Nothing about Loki’s next movements were gentle. 

His fingers knotted in my hair and he shoved himself over and over again deep in my throat, my saliva coated his length and dripped from his tip whenever he withdrew, his sides heaving. 

My eyes watered, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying myself. 

I glanced at Loki’s towering form before me.

When my eyes met his I sent him over the edge-- a sorceress sucking his soul from his body. 

His abdomen flexed and he bowed over me, his mouth opening while his eyes closed from his pleasure. 

I swallowed him, fighting the urge to spit out what he poured into me, knowing my belly couldn’t take much more-- the pressure from earlier was too intense. 

Amazingly, as if reading my mind, Loki reached down to stroke my swollen-from-arousal-and-cum belly. 

It felt like some immaculate touch; he prodded and massaged it until the feeling of being close to bursting dissipated. 

I sighed with contentedness as Loki settled down beside me. 

“Please, don’t make me forget,” I pleaded. 

I had decided that remembering him and being without him, no matter how painful it was, was better than not at all. 

“I’m truly sorry,” he said as he gathered himself and stood, walking away.

His skin glowed in the firelight, like a ghost flame of the deepest blue. 

If I was ever to remember, now was my chance. 

I searched around for a weapon and ended my search on a nearby smoldering stick cast into the fire. 

My hands closed around it and it shook in my grasp. 

Pain was the only way. 

I grasped the end of the flaming stick within my palm and held back a scream as it ate through my flesh, sizzling. 

When I was sure it had done enough damage I threw the stick back into the flames. 

Loki returned, his arms full of firewood to replenish the flames. 

He reached towards me and I grabbed his outstretched hand. 

I stood and hugged him, hearing his heart, my cheek flush against his bare chest.

“Until we meet again.” His voice rumbled like muted thunder in my ear.

Loki’s cool fingers went to my temple, as he cradled my head to his chest, all the memories he had given to me before, my most prized possessions, he took away. Just. Like. That. 

I awoke the next morning in the cottage, tucked underneath several blankets. 

Out of habit, my hand went to the nightstand fumbling around in search of my phone. On it were several messages from Mr. Bill about missing the dinner and his fear that something had happened. 

My hand throbbed. 

Something had happened and though it was fuzzy on the edges it would become clearer with time. 

I was certain, as it was my fate, that I would soon find my way back through that path among the stars until I was in Loki’s embrace once more. 

***** Hope you all enjoyed this fic. Please take a moment to leave some feedback, reblog and like.  If you would like to be tagged in any future fics please send me an ask.  Peace, Loki’s Pet Tiger

PS thank you @tehgvicious​ for beta-ing! 

[cami-chats]

Well Deserved

Title: Well Deserved

Link: AO3

Square Filled: Praise Kink

Ship: Tony Stark/Loki

Rating: Explicit

Major Tags: None

Summary: “Tony and Loki thoroughly enjoy their wedding night, even if they had their doubts about it at first-- what with just meeting and all.”

Word Count: 3101

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Full text also below

Tony had gone through a little series of up's and down's while he and Loki were talking. Not emotionally, just about whether or not they were going to sleep together during this twenty four hour interim between getting married and officially being a married couple-- or however long Asgardian days; Tony quite hoped they weren't longer than thirty hours because he wouldn't be able to have sex that long and he'd probably get bored being shut up in their room for that long.

It went like this: they started talking once the door was closed, and Tony thought that they wouldn't have sex. Loki started complimenting him, and he thought that they would. Then Loki went all self-deprecating about how he wasn't good enough for Tony or something, and Tony thought they'd be working on becoming friends so sex was off the table. The simple fact of the matter was this: Tony wanted to tap that, and he was pretty sure that if he asked, Loki would let him. After all, he sure as hell hadn't turned him away when Tony kissed him.

"So," Tony said, "what do you say we get started on this 'rest of our lives' business?"

"I don't think either of us has much a choice in the matter by this point."

"Maybe not, but that's no reason to be miserable. You like me, I like you, you're fucking gorgeous and I want to see what you look like naked, so what do you say we at least get started on that part of this relationship?"

"You're a strange one."

"So I've been told. Normally I'd strip down and show you how good a bed partner I can be, but I kinda need your help to get out of this mess," he said, referring to the wedding outfit that made him look like a wedding cake-- seriously, it was just layer after layer of ridiculousness. "Want to lend me a hand, beloved husband?"

He'd said the epithet as a joke, but something warm and possessive flashed through Loki's eyes. "If you insist." There was already one layer on the floor of their room, and Loki worked to get the rest off. Unlike Tony, he apparently didn't have any trouble figuring out how it worked, which made it all the easier for Tony to sneak kisses. He nibbled at Loki's bottom lip, traced the seam of his mouth with his tongue, and curved a hand around his neck when he thought he could get away with it. Hint: Loki always let him get away with it. He never initiated a kiss on his own, and it was a good thing they'd already talked about Loki thinking he wasn't good enough because otherwise Tony would be feeling rejected.

"If you don't stop that," Loki breathed as Tony pulled away from a deep kiss (that he hadn't truly meant to initiate in the first place), "you're never going to get all these clothes off."

"Shouldn't it be motivation to get them off quicker?"

Instead of that having the desired effect-- i.e. Loki kissing him or saying to hell with the clothes and ripping them in half so Tony could get naked pronto-- he gave a little smile that conveyed quite clearly that Loki thought Tony had no intention of having sex with him. That was more than a little insulting because Tony was a lot of things, but a tease with no intention to deliver was not one of them. He figured that saying that would only slow down the process, so he bit his tongue and waited. When it started to feel like he was no longer wrapped in a smothering blanket, he trailed his hands up Loki's arms to his shoulders.

"Mmm," he hummed, taking a half step closer so he could glide his hands around to Loki's back, then down to his waist where Tony could easily reach, "much better."

Loki huffed out a laugh and took Tony's hands from his waist, going about removing his garment quicker than before. Maybe he believed that Tony was interested now? No matter, he clearly wanted it, and Tony was the opposite of shy. His body could finally breathe, but of course that meant that when he was down to the translucent blue shift, he was shivering. "You should um-" Loki stopped, coughing to get rid of the rough timber his voice had taken. "You're probably cold. You should get under the covers."

"I'm sure you could warm me up," Tony said, stepping into him and resting his head on Loki's chest. It was impossible to describe what his skin felt like, but that wasn't going to stop Tony from trying to figure it out. Humans were warm, no two ways about it. Loki's skin was cold on the surface, but there was a deep heat to it. It meant that the first press of skin to skin was cold, but then Tony sunk into it, like sitting on a heated chair. "See? It's working already." Admittedly it wasn't comfortable, but that was mostly because Loki's necklace was sharp and pointy and he wasn't hugging Tony back so it felt a little weird to be clinging to him. "This is the part where you kiss me, you know."

"Is it? I don't remember reading that book."

"Yep. I get to make the rules, and I say yes, you have to kiss me."

"Can't argue with that," Loki mumbled, leaning down.

Tony tilted his head up to accept it, but it was a bare press of lips to his, there and gone in moments. He frowned but went back to hugging him. He could push it, but that wouldn't end well and pretty much all he wanted, was for this to end well. His mind wandered as he looked for a solution, and it hit him. Loki wasn't making a move, because he didn't think it possible that Tony wanted him.

It had been a while since Tony had been in charge in the bedroom, preferring a more submissive role-- to the point that Pepper had asked if he officially considered himself a sub-- but he could change that if it meant making Loki more comfortable. Getting up on his tiptoes and putting one hand on the back of Loki's neck to pull him down, Tony kissed him again, and this time he didn't hesitate. He wasn't coy or playful or any of the dozen things he usually pretended to be to get a reaction. Loki kissed him back, meeting him inch for inch but never going further.

Tony was getting hard in the thin slip, his cock trailing precome across the smooth fabric and staining it. He stepped back and stripped out of it before he could ruin the material further. He was going to step back in and see about getting Loki's skirt off, but he stopped when he saw Loki looking at him hungrily, eyes taking in every inch of him and being delighted at what he saw. "You know, Frostie, I'm all yours. You can touch as much as you want."

"I think, perhaps, that I am more yours than the reverse."

"Well in that case..." Tony grinned, walking back up to him and kissing him again. His hands fumbled with the skirt for a minute before he pulled back with a frown. "Is this some sort of test to see if I'm worthy of getting fucked? Cause I'm not a fan."

Loki chuckled and reached to one of his sides, pulled a few times and then the garment fell to the floor in a puddle.

"It was on the side?" Alien fashion was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. The universe at large was working against him, but not like they were trying to get him killed, just drying to drown him with inconveniences. "Fucking figures," he grumbled, hoping it would distract from the blush now bleeding across his cheeks. The blush was made worse by the fact that he wasn't actually embarrassed, but his blood was pumping and he was getting excited, so his body decided that blushing was the thing to do.

Tony couldn't wax poetic about anything, but Loki's body? Wow he wished he could. Like, seriously WOW. That's all his mind was doing, saying 'wow' in big, flashing neon lights. He was six and a half feet of pure wonderful, and Tony needed that dick in him stat. "So do we leave this on," he said, fingering the golden necklace, "or what?"

"Whatever you want elskr."

His finger trailed down the chain to the loop and up again on the other side. "Tempting," he admitted. "But not right now. Does it come off like a normal necklace or is there a trick to it as well?"

"I don't know what is considered a normal necklace," Loki said with a raised eyebrow, "but the clasp is in the back."

Tony nodded. "Normal, good." He tucked his fingers at the back of Loki's neck, and was surprised at how warm the skin there was, some byproduct of his hair, Tony guessed. It came undone easily under Tony's fingers, accustomed as he was to dealing with minute latches in metal. He was careful as he set it aside because it might get permanently damaged if he flung it to the side with as little care as he'd shown the rest of their clothes.

He took a minute (again) to appreciate the way Loki looked, then looked to see if there was a bedside table; there wasn't. "There has to be lube around here somewhere," he mused, jumping a little when Loki came up behind him, putting his hands on Tony's stomach.

"Lube?"

"Something to, you know, ease the way. Slick maybe?"

"Ah, yes. Over there," he said, and instead of pointing, he shuffled so that they were turned to face the table. It had various items on it, and what Tony had assumed was a large vial of ink, was what Loki was referring to. It made far more sense for a vial that large than the small size an inkwell usually was, so Tony kept his original assumption to himself.

"How about I get on the bed, and you go grab that," Tony suggested, tilting his head back to look at him. He noticed, now, that the red in Loki's eyes had thickened. Akin to widened pupils for humans, maybe?

"Okay." He brushed a kiss over Tony's forehead before he let go, going for the jar of slick.

Tony walked over to the bed then crawled up. Who needed beds that high off the ground? he thought uncharitably, but his annoyance evaporated when he remembered that this was a Jotun bed and was therefore made to their size. He reached for a pillow, then paused. Would they be upset when they got dirty? Giving a mental shrug, he laid on his back and tucked the pillow under his hips. If they wanted it to be in pristine condition, they shouldn't have put it in a newly married couple's room.

Loki joined him uncertainly, hovering beside the bed instead of getting on it like he should have.

"Come here," Tony said, holding out his hands for him and making a grabby motion. He spread his legs and guided Loki to sit in the v between them. Thor had been helpful in one respect, and that was him telling Tony about that time he'd bedded a Frost Giant. He called it a mistake of his youth and talked more about how angry his father had been than the actual sex, but it was enough that Tony knew the mechanics were the same inter-species. He pulled Loki down for a kiss, using more tongue than was strictly necessary to get him to relax. It worked, and when Tony whispered, "Please," he opened the vial and coated his fingers.

He pressed the pad of his forefinger against Tony's entrance, sliding inside with no resistance-- or at least no more than was expected. He slid in slowly, giving Tony ample time to get used to the sensation. He looked so uncertain though, that Tony decided it was time to be vocal. He let out a low moan, twitching his hips towards Loki's hand. "God that feels good. Will you give me another?"

He pulled out his finger, then pushed back in with another.

"I am so glad you're good at this," he groaned.

"I haven't done anything," Loki mumbled in embarrassment, but there was a darker blue filling his cheeks in what Tony could only assume was a blush.

"I've had sex with a lot of people-- believe me I can tell."

Loki twisted his wrist and Tony's back arched, trying to get those fingers deeper as he cried out. He pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring a little before taking his fingers out to add more lube. He pressed in with three fingers, and this time Tony felt a low burn at the stretch. It was impossible to feel uncomfortable with Loki's mouth on his thigh, sucking blood to the surface of his skin then soothing over it with his tongue.

Tony's hands went to his head, fingers twisting around the braids just so he had something to hold onto so it didn't feel quite as much like he was drifting listlessly. "Oh my god," he breathed. "Loki."

He shuddered at the way his name sounded falling from Tony's lips sounding so worshipful, and worked on sucking another mark on his thigh.

"Fuck that feels good, so good, oh my god." Admittedly Tony wasn't quite sure what he was saying, but his mouth was running as Loki worked him open, and the only thing that got him to pause was when Loki started to push inside. Three fingers was plenty for most people, but for Loki even four fingers was decidedly not enough. Proportionally to his own body, Loki was fine, but that was a good foot and a half taller than Tony. It didn't help that it had been a while since he'd bottomed, so right now Loki felt huge, splitting him in half in the best way possible.

"Are- are you okay?" Loki asked worriedly, having to stop to swallow because he was barely breaching Tony and it was already the best thing he'd ever felt.

"I'm fine," he said, taking shallow breaths. "It's just- been a while. Keep going. Slow?"

Loki nodded, moving at a glacier's pace until eventually he was bottomed out, the sharp jut of his hip bones pressing against the swell of Tony's ass as he panted.

"You-" Tony stopped, licked his lips and shifted his hips minutely, groaning. "You feel so amazing inside me." He felt Loki's cock twitch and smiled. "I can't believe you tried to talk me out of this, this is the best I've felt in ages. I should ask this now before I get too jealous, but you must have gotten around before getting hitched to me, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that," Loki said, bending down to kiss around the arc reactor and stretching Tony's legs further in the process. The blue light looked white against his skin, like a spotlight on his face especially for Tony's viewing pleasure.

"How's that possible? I might be an alien, but even I can tell how gorgeous you are. And when you feel like this," he shifted his hips again, "there's no way word didn't get around."

"Perhaps to you I am special." He trailed his tongue to one of Tony's nipples, and, when he heard Tony's gasp of pleasure, gave it some attention. "But to my people, I'm an outsider."

"Aren't you a prince?"

"Yes, and if you met my favored older brother, you would understand."

Tony moaned, pushing his chest into Loki's mouth as he sucked on his nipple. "Was he not at the wedding?"

Loki snorted, working his way to the other side of Tony's chest. "He couldn't be bothered. He'll be at the feast tomorrow, but he didn't want to waste his time at the ceremony in case you rejected me."

"He sounds like an asshole, and I am very glad you're the one I married if he's the one people like."

Loki gave an unconvinced hum, and Tony clenched down around him experimentally. It made Loki's breath catch-- which was always a plus-- but the better news was that he felt loose enough that Loki could fuck him.

"You can move," Tony said, rolling his hips against Loki's so there was no doubt what he meant.

Loki didn't pull out and immediately start fucking him, he ground his hips against Tony, winding Tony tighter so that when he did start thrusting Tony just about screamed as his back arched off the bed. "Oh- fuck Loki. Oh my god that's so good-- so good- ah!"

He kept babbling praise, and he was pretty sure it wasn't his imagination that Loki was breathing just that bit harder and was gripping his thigh just that much tighter because of it.

Loki spilled inside Tony, his come shockingly warm as compared to what Tony was expecting. The head of his cock was rubbing against Tony's prostate, and he saw stars as he came, mouth dropping open.

Neither of them moved for a minute, catching their breath. For his part, Tony was blinking, trying to get the black spots from his vision to go away. He hadn't come that hard in years, and he idly wondered if it would be like that every time they had sex. He wasn't sure he was sturdy enough to handle it if it was like that every time, but he could handle every once in a while.

Loki carefully climbed off of him and cleaned them up, then laid down next to him, lifting his head after a second to get his hair out of the way. "Still sure about this?"

Tony rolled over, indignant and half a second from ripping Loki a new one because there was no way that had been a one-sided event, then stopped. Loki had a teasing glint in his eye, and Tony huffed, scooting closer. "You're such a dick." He was feeling what would be the beginnings of a magnificent ache in a few hours' time, and he found that he did not mind.

"Is that an insult?"

"Usually, yeah."

"But not right now?"

"Definitely not right now."

Loki hummed, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist and pulling him closer. "Are you cold?"

He snuggled against his chest. "Nope."

[ohhhmyloki]

Blood and Mischief

Reposting this lil fic cuz Tumblr quietly removed it from my blog without telling me.

Summary: A woman stranded and alone in post-apocalyptic Manhattan is taken prisoner by the King of Vampires.

Loki x OFC

genre:  SMUT, lemon, non-con, post-apocalyptic, vampire Loki, Jotun Loki, mean Loki, sexual slavery, domination

length: approx. 8,500 words 

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Short excerpt below the Readmore cut.

He had me there on the floor for what seemed like ages, pinned roughly beneath him, bruised by his thrusts, his hands. Coming, and coming, and coming again around the broad, pistoning column of his cock.

He bit me several times: on my upper arms, both breasts, once on the left side of my jaw. And each time he drew blood, but didn’t drink. Instead he licked, rubbed the coppery trickles with his lips and looked at the marks with blazing, animal gratification.

I didn’t like the biting-–it fucking hurt. Each time he showed his teeth I bucked and fought, twisting helplessly in his iron grip. Fighting ineffectually to avoid that hungry mouth.

And he liked it. The bastard liked that I fought, even as his relentless thrusting brought me again. He liked that I whimpered with orgasm and denial at once, clenching around his cock as I tried to shrink from his teeth.

He could make the biting painless-–I wasn’t sure how I knew this, because I didn’t have the presence of mind to think much of anything-–but I did.

He made it hurt because he liked it.

And when he finally came, it was with his teeth clamped around my right nipple, growling so low it was almost inaudible and thrusting hard enough to make my teeth bang together.

But I came again, too.

In a blind, screaming haze, pleasure burning in every nerve, I came.

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[christinebloodwrittings]

Bad Aim part 2 was good and it got me thinking Jotun Loki deserves some love and pampering too. Here's a request for how Y/n would pamper Loki . How would she do it ? Give him a massage, get him some fancy Sweets perhaps? I imagine Loki would blush like mad and be happy that his partner wants to pamper him. This can be a part 3 to Bad Aim or its own one shot whatever you prefer.

You're becoming my favorite, you know? XD Here it is, it will be considered a one shot from Bad Aim, also sorry if it's a bit long XD.

Again, thanks for the request 💚💚 I hope you like it!

Previous part: Bad Aim Pt2

*My requests are open*

(Also if you want to be added to the Taglist, let me know 👌😉)

Pairing: Jotün Loki x Fem!reader

Words: 2107

Summary: You've seen Loki more and more tired from all the duties and missions he has to attend to, so you decided to take care of him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood. NSFW (And diabetes level of sweet fluff)

Loki Taglist: @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek

Bad Aim Oneshot.

You were on Loki's lap, leaving soft kisses on his broad chest, the contact made him moan and purr with pleasure. But you noticed something, all the blackened areas from the previous missions, and the neck pain that all the meetings he had to attend that week.

For him it was more than enough to have you in his arms and spend the weekend with you, but you weren't convinced, he fell asleep in each cuddle session you had that month, so you grew concerned.

"My love, let's get you to bed" he opened his eyes lazily and let you pull him softly by his arm to the king size (Jotun king size) bed you two shared.

On that subject, you remembered what a mess you two made while getting the bed inside the room, you let a giggle out.

The big blue man dropped almost dead to the bed, 'My sweet love' you thought, stocking his long black locks, watching his body rose up and down as he breathe. He wasn't relaxed, so much stress probably still accumulated in his head.

Monday in the morning you planted a soft kiss on his temple before carefully slipping out of the enormous bed. You showed and got ready to go out, the giant still sound asleep.

"My beloved, I'm sorry I won't be by your side this morning, but I will be back by your side by the end of the day! I love you so much!

Yours, Y/n"

You slid the note across the bedspread to put it in his field of vision, making sure it was barely splattered with a bit of your cologne, the one he seemed to love so much.

You left the house with a very special mission in mind.

Loki was really excited when he first tasted the treats, and he actually had a few favorites: strawberry pie, meringue kisses, macaroons, and lemon sorbet.

You couldn't get out of your head how cute he looked, so you were going to cook them all... or at least give it a try.

You spent the morning in the store, having everything bagged, you decided to go back, but a cosmetics and skin care products store caught your attention. You bought a verbena-scented body oil, face masks, a few bath bombs, and two liters of body cream, Loki's skin tends to dry up after showers.

After leaving a massive mess of flour and lemon juice over the counter, you had the strawberry pie and the lemon sorbet ready, only the macaroons were missing, which were a great challenge because of the egg whites, and the horrible amount of time you had to wait for them to thicken.

You decided to make the purple meringue cookie, with a few drops of vanilla scent. After having that ready, you filled them with a creamy white chocolate and mint based paste.

While letting the macaroons settle you used the meringue that you put aside earlier and made little drops on top of a non-stick baking paper sheet.

You were beyond satisfied with the final product, although the kisses ended up being a bit deformed.

Right on the clock, Loki arrived exactly at 7:30 pm, just like every day. You hid all the sweets and greeted him with a smile, "My love!" You hugged his torso tightly, making him slightly wince,, which drove you to let go of him extremely concerned.

"Hello, my queen" he spoke softly, "Loki what on earth happened to you?" You started to get rid of his armor to get a proper look of his wounds, the metal clattering against the floor.

"I'm fine, you know I heal faster than most humans, right now I only need you" he leaned to kiss you but you stopped him, "And you'll have me, but after I take care of you" he looked at you puzzled, "You are always pampering me, so it's time I spoil you a little, so get rid of the rest of your armor and get your robe" he had brought his bath robe from home and left it on your house, he used it a couple times when you two showered together and wanted to cuddle afterwards on the sofa while watching something on the tv.

"But I love showering you with love" he pouted as you took him to the bathroom, "I know, but now it's my turn" you gave him a mischievous smile and left for the kitchen, taking out everything you had bought and prepared, his expression when he came out would be the best what happened to you.

"What is all this?" he asked approaching the bench where you were sitting, placing his hands on your thighs, "Well, this week you have worked too hard, so after you eat I will take the tension out of your body and we will finish with a hot bath" his lips were barely on yours you finished talking, "I love you" he whispered as he took a spoon to give the lemon sorbet a taste, shortly moaning while the ice melted in his mouth, "This is so good" he kept repeating as he ate some of the pie and macaroons.

"Where did you bought these?" you gave him a bashful smile, "I cooked all of them" he widen his eyes, hurrying to take you up in his arms, you let out a yelp due to the sudden movement but he shut you up by kissing you in between giggles.

"Now that's why there's a bowl with batter" you took a violently fast glance at the sink, but there was no bowl, "Ha ha, cheeky smurf" he chuckled, sinking his head into your neck before leaving you down on the counter.

"Open up princess" he held up a macaroon, after you opened you mouth for him he gently placed it against your lips, slightly pushing it to grace your teeth, "Hold it" he commanded, and so you did. He leaned closer, bit the other end of the macaroon, leaving you with the part you were holding, and after he swallowed his he pushed your bit into your mouth with his thumb, gently caressing your lips as you chew.

"That's my good girl" it gave you goosebumps when he called you that, and he knew that. "You full?" you asked seeing as he didn't grabbed anything else, "Not quite, I still haven't eaten the most exquisite sweet" you looked at him confused, half of everything had already disappeared, "What do you mean?" He approached, with one hand he pressed your waist to his, and with the other he raised your chin slightly to meet his bright red eyes, "You" he said sensually.

"You will have me after the bath, for now, I only need you in your underwear and lying face down on the bed" long ago Loki had gotten sheets of an easy-to-wash material for when he made love to you when you were still on your period, so you wouldn't have to worry about staining and leaving a mess. Those same sheets were the ones you had put on for the massage.

He obeyed you, he went to the bedroom door and slowly took off his robe against its frame, "Loki stop, you know very well what you do to me" he turned to see you only to smile cheekily and discard the robe completely, giving you full vision of his toned back.

"I adore you" you said with a smile, entering the room behind him with the bag of products in hand, leaving it against the bathroom door, only taking out the body oil.

"I'm ready, my dear" you got on the bed and sat on his lower back, letting the liquid from the bottle run down his skin feeling his muscles tense when you spread the oil up to his shoulders.

"My love, relax for me ok?" You heard him mutter yes, you got up from him and removed your shirt and the jeans you were wearing, revealing the lingerie set that he had bought for you, the one that he had not seen due to lack of time.

Then you took his shoulders and massaged his skin using circular motions, adding pressure from time to time, hearing him moan with pleasure against the pillow.

"Does it feel good my love?" You watched him nod. After a while just massaging his back with your hands you wanted to level things up, you slid down the bra straps and the cups to expose your breasts, then you lowered your chest and pressed against his back, the ridges of the markings on his skin sending shivers down your spine.

"My life, can I turn around? I have the feeling that I know exactly what you are doing" you laughed at his excited tone, "Permission denied, be a good boy and let me satisfy you" you loved when he listened to you, he stood still, breathing hard .

"Y/n" he called you, "Yes dear?" He called you again, his mind imagining your naked body rubbing over his, "Please" he begged and you gave in, you knew how difficult it is for him to beg, so you gave him permission only when you had put the lingerie back in place, his eyes burning with lust when he looked at the outfit you were wearing.

"Do you want me to take care of that my love?" you pointed at his throbbing erection, he shook his head, offering you his hand, which you took to be promptly pulled flush against his chest, your lower half grinding against his thigh. "How is it that you manage to make me fall for you even more?" he asked you with love in his eyes.

"You bought it." His big hands found the elastic on your waist, which he lifted slightly and gently tapped your skin, making you let out a slight whimper. "You leave the lingerie to shame my love, without you, it doesn't shine a bit" you were supposed to be pleasing him, but again he was taking control.

"Love, come on, I'm supposed to take care of it" his erection begged to be released, and you gladly lowered his underpants, his member hitting his abdomen as soon as it was free, visibly throbbing.

"Can I?" you looked in his eyes for his consent, it was important between the two of you to always check with the other.

He nodded, holding the sheets tightly and letting his head drift back as soon as the tip was inside your mouth, your hands going up and down his thick shaft, making him groan and moan.

His hands took a trip to the underside of your laced panties, rubbing your slit with a single finger. The vibration your moan did against his member nearly made him cum. You took his dick off your mouth to let out a gasp, his fingers moved your panties to the side and entered your core with a powerful hand-thrust.

"L-LOKI!" you rarely screamed, but that time you were far too sensitive. Your competitive spirit took over and you were decided to make him cum first, he quickly picked up your intentions, so he moved his hand even harder on your pussy.

Both of you came together.

"Bath?" You asked breathless, "Way ahead of you, my love" you watched the steam coming out of the bathroom, he had prepared the jacuzzi for you, (Since he didn't really fit in a bathtub, you two bought a jacuzzi).

You dumped two bath bombs into the water, making it look all soapy and shiny. Then you two spent your last energy tending to each other. From getting soap all over, to comb and blow dry each other's hair.

Finally, when you two came back to the room, he had already had changed the bedsheets to the silky green ones, "Thank you my love, I feel ten million times better" he squeezed your body in a tight hug, "You still took control" you pouted jokingly, "Is my queen angry? does she want cuddles?" you smiled and let yourself be picked up by him.

You slept on his chest, according to his desires. Your head in between his pectorals, taking in the verbena scent of the oil still lingering on his skin.

"I love you Y/n, thank you so much for tonight, I needed it" you rose up your head and crawled to give him a kiss on his lips, "Anytime, my king". And so he fell asleep, with a wholehearted smile and the warmest feeling, you loved him to unlimited extents, he knew that, and he wasn’t going to let you go, never.

[riyawriteshermind]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

DRABBLES

That one camping trip

Fergalicious

Based on true events

Not so single lady

Not proud Sam & Bucky

Damn Teenagers

Panipaali- I’m Screwed

That one time Thor stabbed Loki

ARC Reactor

Jotun Loki

Familiar Situations

Peter All Along~~

Funny?.....Maybe not....

Too sus to be a coincidence

Nobody likes sharon

The serious case of the plums

Loki and his tesseract

Sexiest man alive

Summary of the hawkeye series

Family reunion

when life ‘hands’ you lemons?

The most imp question

2- PART STORIES

Remember ME? -1 (Avengers x reader)

HOME -2 (Avengers x reader) very random...

I’m Not Where You Left Me [ Steve x Ex! reader] [Heavy angst, satisfying revenge, fluff] [part 2 coming soon] ❤author's favorite

ONESHOTS

Frost In Love [ Jotun Loki x reader] [fluffy]❤

Sinister Intentions [Warning!!this is very cringe...i don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this -_-]

Go ahead and drive me insane baby(pure fluff)[Sam x reader]. ❤

Morning Menace [Steve x Bucky x platonic!reader] [crack fic]❤

COMING SOON

Gem from the days of Yore [Bucky Barnes x reader] [Meet-cute]

Can I go Where You Go? [Bucky x Tony x reader][angst]

A Memory Lost In The Current

Love Doctor [Loki x Dr strange x reader]

[mane--attraction]

Hello! (Masterlist)

Welcome to my parlor~ I am your guide tonight into the land that is my writing blog. Please, take a seat. Writing is divided by safety, then character. Most are in second person, gender neutral, and short unless otherwise stated. Since only a few have actual titles, I have included either the first line or the first few lines of the piece instead.

Reblogs are much appreciated and help more than just likes! (Although I appreciate them, as well.)

SFW works

Things that anyone can interact with. If you are a minor that has somehow made it here, these are the safest stories to interact with.

Silver Downfall - Rating: T, 1693 words You traverse into the demon’s lair to slay it. Whether or not you succeed is another story. (The safest of all my fics and I think the most popular.) (Darkiplier)

"His shoe presses against your sternum, and you hiss at the heat against your chest.” (Darkiplier)

"I used to make do with the rabbits and the deer...but then I realized: Why should I just barely scrape by?" (Vampire Murdock dialogue)

Suggestive/Lemonish

Technically some of these are probably at the upper level of what could be considered teen, but idk if I’d show these to a minor. Thin ice, this category.

Darkiplier:

"How cute. You think you can run?" (First person, female reader)

“Then, your dream changes, melting from one to the next rather than a distinct cut. You’re lying down, on a bed, but you’re not sure where. You rub the fabric between your fingers—it feels so real; oddly real, impossibly so. More than last night’s.” 

Damien:

You tilt your head. “Is everything alright, sir?” He coughs. “Yes, quite alright.”

Murdock

"of COURSE i want a big sopping wet man coming after me" aka you decide to pull a prank on Murdock at the pool

Lemon—MINORS DNI

Darkiplier:

Ramble about wanting Dark to hypnotize me lol

“Tentacles. Sticky, dripping with some black unknown substance (although you have your suspicions—). It leaves a trail as it curls around your leg and travels upwards.”

“You peer around the corner into the office, and there he is, just as you thought. Dark wasn’t usually one to take a break when he started working. And that was the problem.” (Female reader, 1318 words)

“No but like Imagine how squirmy he'd be”

Dark spanks you (using dialogue from ahwm) (drabble)

“Who are you?” aka Dark gets you to drop for him (hypno, female reader, use of “maid”)

Dark has gone away. Ego Manor is surprisingly quiet. You’re starting to get antsy.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

Hooked

Damien:

You are a servant, hired to clean the mayor’s office. Today is a tiring one, and you decide to take a nap. When you wake, you accidently hear something you shouldn’t. (1450 words)

Loki:

“Luckily, I can be very patient. The question is—”Loki leans in, smiling slyly.“—can you?” (First person)(I tagged this one as lemonish, but it’s really straddling the line, so it’s going here.)

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

Murderplier/Murdock:

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons

“Please don’t kill me!” (drabble)

“Murdock doesn’t ‘take naps’—or so he says.” (1201 words)

Experiment (660 words)

Murdock has a habit.

The Perfect Present (2066 words)

Haunted house fun :) (5k words)

Engineer Mark:

Technically

Miscellaneous:

The single Wilford x Reader/Dark x Reader hypno headcanon thing I wrote

Wilford hypno headcanon

“He pulls you onto his lap, gently but a bit too eagerly, and you barely set down the pitcher before you spill.” (Royal f/o x female reader)

Somno fic where you’re just waking up and mans be h*rny (male f/o x female/afab reader)

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

F/O somno prompt

Playfighting Headcanons (multi ego)

"Enjoying yourself, my little sex kitten?" (male f/o x reader)

F/O hypno dialogue prompt (uses "Master" and "little one")

"You didn't understand at first why your vampire f/o had a mirror above his bed."

[lokikingofasgardslover713]

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist

Masterlist

Series

The Ulfhednar {Finished}

Ch.1    Ch.2   Ch.3   Ch.4   Ch.5   Ch.6   Ch.7   Ch.8

Description: This was my first fic I posted on Tumblr. Robbing from the Avengers was a walk in the park. Or until the god of mischief ruins any plans of escape. A fight ensues leading to the discovery of who and what the thief is and it isn't a discovery she ever wanted known. Especially by the very gods she was meant to obey.

Warnings: Blood, angst, stubbornness (M/F)

Forgotten Gods {Finished}***

1  2   3   4   5   6   7   8

Description: What if the one in a million shots at stopping Thanos was Loki had to fall from the Bifrost into the titans hands? And, what if the reason had to be the kidnapping of said gods true love? Can Strange and the others pull this off, and keep the reader safe to return to Loki once it is all over or do they fail miserably and cause more damage?

Warnings: Smut, Inferred Non-con, Angst, Blood (M/F)

Sparkling Topaz & Mead {Finished}***

One   Two  Three   Four   Five   Six  Seven

Description: After learning her powers don't work on either god, the reader reluctantly surrenders and returns with the Avengers. Very reluctant to help, what she is intrigues the god of mischief who takes interest in her in more ways than one.

Warnings: Smut (M/F)

The Wolves Den    {Epilogue}

Description: Werewolf AU. The god of mischief finds himself entering Midgardian bar searching for the wolf he has tracked after a nights run. Not to keen on how he finds her, he begrudgingly gets the Avengers involved.

Warnings: Blood, violence (M/F)

Loki’s Gilded Pet {Finished}***

Description: What happens when Loki is brought a prisoner to play with when he is in the dungeons? Reader is a mortal, some how she is brought through a passage between Midgard & Asgard to be apprehended & treated poorly before being taken to proper authorities. To cover there tracks the guards that found her throw her to Loki in hopes he will kill her.

Warnings: Mentions of rape, Smut (M/F)

Prickly Master List {Finished}***

Description: Stemmed from and Inktober oneshot in which the god of mischief wants his own familiar that is ALSO a promised lover who is reluctant to give into the god and makes his life a living hell.

Warnings: Angst, Smut (M/F)

Havoc’s Worship   Dragon!Loki {Finished}***

Description: Loki is chaos, chaos is havoc & havoc has found a treasure, a jewel, a new being to worship other than himself!

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, Dark Loki and Thor, Smut (M/F)

Drooling Masterlist {Finished}***

Description: A female frost giant hiding on Midgard just so happens has the god of mischief land in her living room after the events of Avengers Infinity War. Little does she know, this causes her to come into heat long before her time.

Warnings: Smut, dub-con? (M/F)

Shattered Peace {Finished}

Description: During Thanos attack on the Statesman, the titan, instead of taking Loki’s life takes something more valuable. Leaving the god and a distraught lover in his wake.

Warnings: Angst, Heartache (M/F)

Savage Spite {Finished}

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3 

Description: Loki really makes a mess & it seems it will take longer for him to right the mistake than originally thought! Reader is a young celestial whose powers have yet to be known just how strong they really are. She and Tony Stark’s daughter, Morgan were raised together as sisters.

Warnings: Smut, Angst (M/F)

Shackled Babe {Finished}***

Description: After the events of infinity war and end game, both Loki and Thor seek a new realm to rebuild Asgard. The brothers remembering Odin telling them of a kingdom in the realm of Alfheim once ruled by a generous light elf. One who fell out of favor to have the throne handed to another, but it should be a safe place to rebuild.

Warnings: Smut, Implied Non-con, Angst, war (M/F)

Bitter Bonds {Finished}***

Description: After Loki is judged on Asgard he is immediately given/sold to the new king of Jotunheim, Helblendi, as a peace offering. 5 years later, two visitors journey to Jotunheim, a woman for trade talks and the other Thor,bargaining for Loki’s freedom. What happens when she bargains for the brother of her late husband?

Warnings: Torture, Panic Attacks, Angst, Smut (M/F)

Helot {Finished}***

Gore  Cryptic  Strange  Advance  Issues  Evocation  Relapse  Desperation  Home 

Description: In efforts to gather more intel, the recon goes to hell the instant a dying slave is thrown into the mix, leaving both Thor and Loki not sure what to do with her. Nothing is known of who she is or where she comes from.

Warnings: Smut, Torture (M/F)

Wolf Season {FINISHED}*** 

Description: This is the first time the readers heat is brought to her attention by none other than the god of mischief. How does she take to the discovery, but more importantly, how does Loki take it? Will Loki keep patience with her stubbornness or will he allow nature to take over? (This IS NOT ABO)

Warnings: Smut, Angst (M/F)

Sexual Healing & Godly Appetites {WIP}***

Description: Loki catches the reader looking for bad dragon toys (google it, you won’t be disappointed) Secretly he has wanted the team healer for a while and seeing her looking for a toy ignites a fire only she can extinguish.

Warning: Smut, BDSM (M/F)

The Auction House {WIP}***

Description: The team takes on a fine art auction that deal in super soldiers as the main prize. The key to the vault each individual is kept is inside the antique sold while encrypted data is scent out detailing the kill count of each soldier before hand to know who you are buying. The one up for auction tonight is top priority and Loki’s true soulmate and last love.

Warning: Angst, Smut in later chapters, Hints to a rough past (M/F)

Oneshots

Mermaids & Gods ***

Description: After the events of Infinity war are sorted out, the team takes a long overdue vacation and drags a certain “reformed” trickster with them.

Warnings: Smut, blood (M/F)

Christmas Praxis***

Description: This is sickly sweet and haven’t a clue where it came from & then it all went to smut! Reader is explaining Santa Claus to Loki who is having trouble grasping the tradition compared to what it once was.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (M/F)

Loki’s Sacrifice - Dark!Loki***

Description: Loki is brought a gift by the Jotunn to appease the new king of the realms. A sacrifice saved just for this purpose, or so it seems until he gets his first look at what she really is to the Jotunn people.

Warnings: Non-con (M/F)

I Will Not Kneel - Dark!Loki***

Description: Loki’s newest mortal toy isn't exactly as breakable as the ones before her. This intrigues the god who decides to keep her and not pass her off to another.

Warnings: Non-con (M/F)

Mischief's Teacher ***

Description: The general of the Valkyries leaves Asgard with Brunhilde, but not before training the princes to fight. Little did she realize the impact she had on one of the princes until he shows up in Sakaar.

Warnings: Smut (M/F)

Arcane

Description: Written with @starscreamloki - The newest addition to the team isn’t thrilled to be forced into joining the fight, especially when the God of Mischief himself shows up and threatens to reveal her secret she has kept hidden ever since her capture.

Warnings: Swearing (M/F)

Judas Kiss

Description: Loki stumbled across the reader when she was traversing between Jotunheim and Asgard, the god having taking to her after learning she was nothing but a Jotun slave. The intrigue of her had Loki deciding she was to be brought to Asgard to assure she was safe.

Warnings: Angst, War (M/F)

Sea Maiden- Jotunn Loki***

Description: The team, sent by Fury to recruit the reader, haven't a clue as to what she is, just that she is strong, fast, and unrelenting in a fight. Her secret is revealed by Thor and Sam who decide it would be fun to throw her into the water during their at the beach.

Warnings: Smut, Angst (M/F)

Faithlessness

Description: Reader has crashed to the barren lands of Jotunheim after she is tossed out of a space craft and left for dead. Though you can guess who is the one who finds her, taking her back to the palace it is discovered she is just not any mortal or alien race.

Warnings: Pain, Angst (M/F)

Sakaarian Heat*** 

Description: Jotun!Loki & Jotun!Reader - Upon attending a recent party at the urging of the Grandmaster, Loki finds a very rare creature and it turns out she belongs to him.

Warnings: Smut (M/F)

Six Steamy Sentences

Description: This was a writing challenge and a teaser!

Warnings: ANGST (M/F)

Keeper of Beasts***

Description: After Ragnarök, Loki, Thor, Brunnhilde and Hulk/Bruce escape the destruction of Asgard but not onto the Statesman. Instead they board the other craft that belonged to the Grandmaster and accidentally return to Sakaar. There, as luck would have it, they are bought by a frost giantess visiting the realm, but nothing is as it seems. 

Warnings: LEMONS, Angst (M/F)

Warring Loyalties

Description: The conquest for many Romans was more than just land. Taking what and who they wanted, a troop learn of a race of creatures, the selkie whose women are loyal to the end. This was the grand scheme of things when the general waited on shore for the OFC to return. Having come to shore, she never realized they were watching her patterns.

Warnings: Angst, dark things, blood, War (M/F)

Best Laid Plans of Gods & Shield Maidens

Description: After years of chasing after the reader, Loki finally gets his chance to show her how he truly feels. Though it takes a masquerade for the reader to understand just how much he has longed after her and only her when he could have anyone in the 9 realms. 

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Bullying, self-loathing (M/F)

[tarithenurse]

On my mind, in my soul - 14

Prompt:  Prompts are by Devilbat: “Lose you tonight” by HIM, Istanbul (cause I’m difficult), a fork. However, the originally suggested song had the ability to really get me down, so they suggested “Burning Desire” by Lana Del Rey. Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Swearing as usual (I think), so much lemon you won’t see clear for a day. Oh and a bit of feels. A/N: Alright, so I’ve updated twice within a short time. That doesn’t mean we’re back to the old routine, just that I’m procrastinating from thesis to avoid screaming at my project partner. Please! I need some kind words of encouragement, so comment and reblog if you like the chapter! And let me know if you want a tag.

Touch down

Tears are streaming from your eyes and your knees are weak, threatening to buckle under you. The cacophonic lightshow known as Bifrost has disappeared and all that’s left of it is a smouldering pattern on the ground around you and Loki.

Loki.

Turning in the arm he’s wound around your waist you finally have a chance to look properly at him since the morning days ago. He looks healthier. Maybe. It’s kind of hard to tell because he’s so pale from nature (or whatever it is that makes him look human) and of course he’s still pale. But there are no dark bags under his eyes, and his lips are soft and pink, begging you to kiss them.

All too son, he pulls away. “[Y/N]. I should not indulge you but chastise you.” Still he pecks a series of tiny kisses onto your face.

“You’d rather be stuck alone in a cell?” The words are mumbled, half swallowed by your quest to find his mouth again.

A chuckle and sharp bite to your bottom lip is the price you get. “It was risky.”

“I’d already lost everything.”

Turquoise eyes find yours, boring into your soul while managing to retain their own secrets. Almost. A shimmer collects and dances before spilling onto the perfect cheekbone. Loki allows you to kiss it away, but as soon as the salt has touched your lips, the god embraces you tighter than ever before. You can feel his chest heave. Feel the tremble of his shoulders underneath your palms that seek to cradle him in return.

“But…you would have…lived!” Hoarse. Broken. Each word contains more pain and desperation than you thought this controlled man could show. “Ris-sking your lif–“

“Shut up!” Surprisingly, he does as you tell him, backs strained to see each others’ faces. “What good would a life be if it’s spent in misery? Gods, I sound like your brother the way I talk! But you get it, right? You understand that I’d be missing a part?” The words are rushed, interrupted by soothing noises and kisses. “Maybe…maybe smarter people would call it Stockholm Syndrome…I dunno…an’ I don’t care! I just know that while I was dying, I was holding on for you. And when I woke…it was you I needed.”

“Please, don’t...”

“No, you need to understand this!” Why doesn’t he want to accept it? “My life is yours. I love you.”

It would’ve been neat to say the world stood still as you watched the words sink in, burn themselves into Loki’s heart.

But the way reality works, the only sudden event nearby is a bird chasing a cat away. Some insects are buzzing in the drying bushes on the other side of the grassy area, and at least the sun is shining hot and unforgiving, but the traffic noise in the distance continues relentlessly. And still, you wait for Loki to say something. Anything.

“[Y/N]…” he whispers, “nothing I can say will be enough…but I love you too.”

A breath you didn’t know you’d been holding escapes as a soft whine. All it takes to stifle it is to find the cool lips. Soothing in the heat. Oh, it’s warm alright, and dry too.

“Where are we?”

The place where Bifrost has dropped you seems to be a sort of park on top of a hill, but it’s so dry that most plants have either withered or are the type that might survive in an actual desert. Beyond the hilltop, a city sprawls in all directions, rising and falling with the landscape beneath the buildings towards a glittering sea and a sort of canal leading in through the very heart of the metropolis. Alright, metropolis might be taking it a bit too far for a New Yorker, but it’s obvious even for you that this is a big and probably old place.

“I know this place,” Loki smiles, “Although it has changed since my last visit.” Squinting up at him, you wait for an explanation. “Welcome to Constantinople!”

“We’ve been dumped in Istanbul?” Fuck, none of us have passports.

But Loki’s beaming, already weaving magic over the both of you to fix the appearance. “Is that what it’s called nowadays? Either way, no need to fret, my dear…I’ll take care of you.”

…

You ask me where I've been? I been everywhere

He hadn’t lied. Of course he hadn’t. As soon as the two of you had left the park, he somehow managed to hail a cab, and before you knew it, you’d arrived at a swanky hotel in the best part of town. It’d confused you for a moment that the concierge apparently knew Loki, but you were willing to forgive either of them when you were led into a mindboggling suite on the top floor.

Since then, you’ve showered and dressed (choosing from a selection of clothes that had been brought up to the suite) and now find yourself standing on the terrace. The rays of the descending sun have lost the bite and you revel in the breeze that carries a tang of salt and seaweed floating in the air over the low buildings or between the few wannabe skyscrapers. One of the first things you’d noticed were the minarets in the distance and you promise yourself you’ll use this opportunity to actually see some of the world.

“I find the view magnificent.” Loki’s voice drifts from the open door.

Turning, you see him dressed perfectly in his signature black-on-black suit, hair still damp from the shower. “Mmmm, I don’t mind looking this direction though.”

You return the grin even though a heat springs to your cheeks at the way he’s looking your over. Lazily. Devouring you with his icy eyes. He ought to, though, because you’ve taken special care to find a figure-hugging green dress with black and golden accents. Although the front is relatively modest with long sleeves and high neckline (ignoring the tightness, though) the back is bare, skin visible through a cut-out shaped like a kite that shows off exactly what isn’t worn underneath.

“It can’t be that long since you’ve been here since you know people,” you observe as you walk over to take his arm, allowing him to lead you away from the gorgeous lodgings, “where else can you expect a greeting like that?”

Rather than answer, Loki begins to tell you about the city and its convoluted history where diverse cultures have clashed again and again.

…   Loki’s PoV   …

There are many interesting people even in this measly realm known as Midgard. In fact, Loki might even go so far as to say that the world itself can hold a certain charm with the oddities there are to learn if scrutinizing the events of past and present. And the mortals? Naïve. For the most boring and grotesquely optimistic of their own importance. Of course, there are the Avengers which are entertaining in their own way. Nothing compares to you, my love.

[Y/N] is listening to every word, [Y/E/C] eyes glittering with fascination at the sight of the ancient city walls where long forgotten armies had held the ancient capital under siege. It’s not the first time Loki notices how eagerly the woman absorbs information. Not only history, but anything from the position of a chair, the movement of another person, or the writing on a building. Nothing escapes her attention but is evaluated silently.

Coloured lips cradle the edge of the glass before sending him a slight smirk. Loki feels his body react to the way [Y/N]’s tongue delicately licks a stray drop from the bottom lip and his soul screams in protest as she excuses herself, disappearing further back into the restaurant with a sinful swaying of the hips and the perfectly sculpted back exposed to the gaze of everyone in the place. Mine. Pride mixes with the sting of jealousy towards those that stare for too long. But he cannot truly fault them for looking.

Mine.

Memories resurface of the woman’s back arching, his own hands running trailing the spine and sides until his fingers dig into the flesh of the shapely hips to pull her closer. Hard and fast. Every movement met by a thrust of his hips that makes the feminine shoulder blades before him shift under soft skin and [Y/N] cry out in ecstasy.

The clink of cutlery against porcelain shatters the illusion, brining the god back to the present where his cock is straining against the trousers and his throat has gone dry.

Your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips Over over again, like my only prayer

…   Reader’s PoV   …

Dinner hadn’t finished before you started teasing the god. Maybe the wine had made you braver, maybe the intensity of the last many days had made you reckless. Whatever the reason, you found immense satisfaction in watching Loki’s eyes darkened with lust and fixated on you each time you swiped the tongue over your lips or when you withdrew the fork from your mouth, careful to slow the action enough that it almost became lewd. For a moment, the god’s hands had disappeared below the table and an idea popped into your head and after checking the coast was clear, you slipped off the chair and under the perfect hiding spot created by the tablecloth.

The fork was still dangling from your lips, freeing you to crawl to Loki’s knees and slide your hands up his thighs. You could feel the muscles tense as he shifted in his seat, but it’s his cock that quickly had your attention as it was freed from the confines of his pants. His balls too, just for good measure.

Muffled by the table, the god’s hiss still reached you when your tongue traced the length of his erection. Hand and tongue played across the thin skin, quickly ensuring glistening precum to be swept across the head of the cock with each motion. And you hadn’t even taken him in your mouth.

Steps approached, a waiter asking if everything was to the satisfaction, when you decided to place the cold metal of the fork on the cockhead. No reaction. A slow drag of the prongs over the delicate skin of his balls had the wished effect of a stutter in the speech. It also paralysed his movement, though…and how were you supposed to ignore such an opportunity. Taking him in fully, you felt the shaft throb against your tongue as the tip reached and passed your gag reflexes in one smooth move. A shattering of glass could be heard from somewhere above you.

You don’t know how you’ve made it all the way back to the hotel without Loki losing his composure. He’s shaking, eyes dark and there’s even a hint of red seeping into the sclera from the edges. Not a word is spoken during the elevator ride, but his palm never leaves your lower back.

The moment the door to the suite closes behind you, he spins you and press your chest up against the wood. Arms twisted behind you back and legs nudged as far apart as possible by his knee, it surprises you that no fear rears its head even now when Loki’s got you at his mercy although you can feel cold radiating from his body.

“My pet,” he growls, breathing heavy against your throat, “are you truly aware of what you have started?”

Tilting your ass slightly to rub against the bulge in his crotch, it’s impossible not to smile at his groan. “Oh…I know.”

The sound from Loki is feral and it’s a miracle he bothers using magic to rid you of your clothes before hoisting your over his shoulder. Hell-o! Golden sparkles dissolves his own clothes, granting you with a view worth all the riches you’ve ever stolen. Never in your wildest dreams (prior to meeting him, of course) had you thought you’d end up loving the colour blue as much as you do now, but it’s possibly divine on the perky ass of his that shows perfect definition with each step through the suite. Just out of reach. Wiggling doesn’t bring your any closer, it only buys you a slap that makes your own ass sting and every muscle in your nether regions clench. At least Loki soothes the sting by stroking gently. Then a cold stroke flutters along the part of the folds that are easy to reach.

Without any warning, the world tilt and spins to make sure you landing, bouncing, on the bed, but as you try to get your bearings everything gets flipped around once more and you find yourself on knees and elbows with your ass kept in the air by strong hands on your hips. Oh, is all you manage to think before you’re filled in one smooth thrust.

“Mine!” It’s a snarl, pulled from the depths of Loki’s chest.

Concentrating to formulate anything similar to a coherent sentence, you retort: “Your what?” You try to relax, hoping to acclimate yourself to the size of his cock.

“My pet,” he accentuates the nickname with a hard thrust, “my queen.”

Core clenches tightly around the ridged member, making you both groan. It’ll be a miracle if he can last much longer before blowing the load, because he’d been denied that pleasure at the restaurant partially for fear of getting caught…but mostly to torment him. Now you’re dealing with the consequences. Fuck yeah.

Perhaps there’s better sex to be had, but after seeing Loki so weak...after almost losing him…

“Ma-make me yours, my-y king!”

Your keening cry is the only argument needed for him to reach his high. His heaving chest against your back, the last few ruts of his hips are accompanied an almost painful bite on your shoulder that muffles his guttural growl.

I've got a burning desire for you, baby (I've got a burning desire)

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Okay I love your Jotun what if headcannon but like 👀 how would that work?? He's 12ft tall 👀

Sigyn is one of the most powerful sorceresses in the nine realms, I’m sure they’d come up with something. Besides, have you seen his fingers? Not to mention what that tongue probably do. 😜

What If…Thor Was an Only Child?: Sigyn Cut

[lokispettigerr]

Swimming Amongst the Stars: Jotun!Loki x Reader (NSFW) ***TEASER- a Pet Tiger Tuesday Addition

Summary: While vacationing at a mountain cabin, reader traverses the mountainside. Against warnings from the locals she goes where danger is sure to ensue. 

Warnings: Depression mention, Blood, NSFW

A/N: A Pet Tiger Tuesday addition. I am actually staying in a mountain cabin this week and gathered my inspiration from that and multiple works of Jotun!Loki fanart! 

Taglist: @njavezan @lovelyxserpent-br @kamaroon @britkane-shsl-librarian @not-made-of-glass @archy3001 @witch-loki @purplekitten30 @mad-doctor-mew @bakerstreethound @bingewatchingmylifegoby​ @fkngparadise​ @lucywindigo​ @little-moonbeam-666​ @screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms​ @chocolatealmondmilkk​ @mellowgirl01​ @fyeahlitaajpunk​ @drakesfiance​ @wicked-starlight-collector​ @kenzieam​  @sherlocksuperfan666​ @confessionsofastrugglingteen​ @joseyslo​ @ms-munchkin​ @saintwiz​ @thathedonistgirl​ @thegrandmasterschampion​ @this-side-of-midnight5​  @scorpionchild81​ @hanginbyadream​ @lokislilslut​ @vioietta​ @rainthekittycatsblog​ @fire-in-her-veinz​ @cutie1365​ @puff1408​ @joyofbebbanburg​ @brokenthelovely​ @tehgvicious​ @lovelylazerbeams​ @fyrecrafted​ @lilith-akemi​ @sarcsep​ @alexakeyloveloki​ @lotus-eyedindiangoddess​ @iris-suoh​ @brucesflightattendant666​ @station1485​ @disney-kingdom-hearts​ @bluestaratsunrise​ @devilbat​ @smolangstbean​ @dangertoozmanykids101​ @barelyreality​ @laochbaineann​ @steampowerednightvaler​ @shockwavee​ @wegingerangelica​ @nightrose64​ @wegingerangelica​ @calamity-queen​ @mischeviousliar​ @zainabmmm​ @micki-smiles​ @pinkzz123​ @rightfulkingofjotunheim​ @cyenakarma​ @holykryptonitekitten​ @majoringinlife​ @avenging-blackwidow​  @dragon--dragon​ @onelazy-cat​ @nothungry4humanflesh​ @doralupin01​ @hp-hogwartsexpress​ @cherrygeek86​ @fandoms-wither-me-away​ @pyewhackette​ @amberlokabrenna​

What was most shocking, more than his tattoed skin or his red eyes was his state of near undress. 

The man’s chest was bare and the setting sunlight glinted on his sculpted skin like fire reflecting off of a piece of volcanic glass. A white pelt covered his back, which was why I mistakenly thought at first glance he was a wild animal-- and I was not entirely convinced he was not. The pelt was held together in the front with flashy, golden medallions inscribed with ancient and otherworldly symbols. His legs were covered with the same white pelt as his cloak. If not for his sapphire skin and his black hair he would have been near invisible. 

I slowly backed away, fear gripping me. The heel of my boot thudded against my pack causing it to jostle. I knelt, stretching out my hand to grab at the strap, my fingers flailing frantically in the air. 

The man stepped towards me-- his red eyes burned like two ferocious blood moons in his skull. 

The pack would have to wait. 

I turned, dashing away, a prey animal desperately clinging to the hope of life away from the deadly predator. 

My hair fanned out behind me as if the wind was raking its fingers through it-- trying to pull me back to my destiny. I ran as fast as I was able, my arms pumping back and forth, my breath puffing out in a heavy mist-- a ghost leaving my body. 

I turned my head to look back, but looking behind me was a mistake. 

I saw the monster walking towards me as if he would not lower himself to chasing after me. What good would it do when it was obvious he was confident he would catch me anyway.

While my head was turned to analyze the situation, I tripped. My toes stubbing hard into a rock or stray root. I went down, bracing for the impact. 

The snow did not soften the blow from the jutting stone slab. A splitting pain ignited my skull. My eyelids fluttered as I tried to remain conscious.

Before everything went black, the beautiful monster’s face loomed before me-- swimming amongst the stars.

***** If you would like to be tagged in this upcoming fic or be on the General Tom and/or Loki taglist Please send me an Ask.  Lemme know your thoughts if you enjoyed it! Reblog and spread the loveeeeee Peace, Loki’s Pet Tiger

[vergoftowels]

An Unordered List of Things I Want to Accomplish, for Future Reference

Learn calligraphy; learn a specific style of calligraphy (potentially copperplate)

Make an illuminated manuscript of my gay, self-indulgent Hannibal fanfic

Learn how to do cross stitch

Lose 70 pounds and regain my fitness level while at at

Make portraits of my cats

Finish all of the art I promised to my mom (sorry, mum)

Make watercolors; make a watercolor portrait I’m happy with

Write a post-breakup Hannigram AU fanfiction where they get back together

Go outside every day

Read a book (any book, gahhhhhhhh)

Play Dragon Age: Inquisition again

Play Death Stranding again

Make a new cosplay outfit (candidates I have started and will surely ignore: Hamilton, Howl, Jotun Loki Advanced [TM])

Shake Mads Mikkelsen’s hand

Make a lemon blueberry cake

Travel around Europe (specifically France, Germany, Scandinavia, Ireland)

Go back to Japan

Make more amigurumi or a blanket or something i have so much yarn now SO MUCH YARN

Get back to using charcoal

Accept that how much I like my own art should not depend on notifications on this shitty shitty website