i write for loki, tom hiddleston, and miguel o'hara, not taking requests right now sorry đ MINORS DNI IM 21 DONT U HAVE A CRIME AND PUNISHMENT ESSAY DUE AT 11:59
can you guess what musical inspired this lmfao (NSFW)
loki breaks away from the kiss, growling filthy praises as he fucks his cum back into you.
underneath the candlelit chandelier, she's trembling, and he relishes in the shy, dazed look on her face as his cock thrusts in and out of her twitching, dripping hole. shaky hands grab anywhere they can on his chest and back, and while he loves that she's too blissed out to even know what to do with herself, he can't have her losing her mind so early into the evening.
"fuck, you're perfect," he hisses, leaning down to capture her lips once more.
the nobility can't do anything but stare as he pulls her down tighter onto his lap, littering kisses all over her already marked neck as she whimpers out his name like a prayer. he gives them all a terrifying glare that freezes them all in place in spite of the debauchery happening before them.
"you all said she was incapable of giving me an heir," he hisses out. "well, she's doing a good fucking job taking it all right now, isn't she?"
loki flips her over, pressing a little kiss to the side of her hip as a silent apology for being so rough. but rough is all he can be when someone has sullied the name of his bride.
"maybe you rich scum need to remember who you're spitting this nonsense about."
he snakes a hand around her waist, pulling her up to her knees, her back against his bare chest. her eyes widen as she comes face to face with the men of the nobility.
loki smirks at her flustered expression, slowing his thrusts and holding her still against him, leaning in to drawl in her ear softly. "still with me, angel?"
"u-uhuh," she whines softly, trying to close her legs. but loki has none of that and gently traces two fingers over her spread, twitching folds. "ah- loki- they'll see-"
"let them see." he whispers darkly, and the lust in his voice makes her whimper and sink into his touch obediently; he rewards her with a little kiss to her nose.
he turns to their audience, and his voice becomes loud and commanding. "i couldn't care less if you respect me, but i suggest you respect the princess of asgard should you wish to keep your sorry heads."
his finger work their magic on her little bud and the wettest noises echo through the meeting hall along with her song-like sounds of pleasure. her eyes water from the intensity of the pleasure he's giving her with every inch of his being.
"l-loki-" she gasps. "s-so much-"
"i know," he chuckles, groaning in pleasure as her tight cunt milks him for all he's worth.
loki lifts his hand up to his mouth and licks her juices off his fingers. she hears a loud thump-- one of the nobles fainted in shock. and the elder next to him mumbles something about the new royals turning the palace into a brothel. big mistake.
the words are barely out of his mouth before an enchanted emerald dagger flies right into his heart and he doubles over, good as dead. the rest of their audience stares at his bleeding corpse in horror, thankfully not witnessing how for some twisted reason, that made her body warm and her eyes glaze over in lust.
oh gods, he just killed for me.
she scraems his name as her climax rains down on her at that exact moment, her cunt clenching helplessly and her body slumping against loki's as she orgasms for the nth time that night.
loki growls, holding her twitching form still against him as he breeds her full, his cum leaking out of her used little hole. he slips out of her, and pulls her into his lap, kissing her deeply to soothe the aftermath of their passion.
"i think they've seen enough," he whispers cockily, and she hides her face in his neck shyly. "maybe we could continue this without some leering old men in the equation~"
the nobility are snapped back to reality as loki comes down from the throne with her in his arms-- wrapped in his cloak with a dazed, blissed out look on her face, kicking the elder's body as he walks past it without a second thought.
he turns back around, and with a sinister green glow in his eyes, whispers the last words these pathetic men will hear, as the massive chandelier falls just above where the horrified nobility stand.
"this will teach the kingdom not to insult the royal family... especially the princess."
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A/N: yes im still alive im not a healthcare ceo lol
sa totoo lang ang gusto ko lang naman para sa pilipinas ay maging isang bayan na di nililisan. na sana ang mga pilipino hindi umaangal dahil sa mababang pasahod, mataas na bilihin, nakakapanlumong gastusin sa gamutan, at di makataong buwis na parang wala namang pinatutunguhan. ang hirap hirap iromanticize nang pagsisilbi sa bayan kung kahit saan ka tumingin, kahirapan at korapsyon ang maoobserbahan. ilang pilipino pa ba ang maisasakripisyo dahil sa kasakiman ng mga may kapangyarihan?
Today is a mass mobilization of the Filipino people against the widespread corruption of the nation which has robbed millions of homes, education and healthcare. I stand with my people and against the leaders who have stolen the money that we worked with sweat, tears and blood. May my country find leaders who value the people first rather than themselves.
Corruption thrives when silence becomes the easy choice, when eyes are closed to the truth, and when fear outweighs the courage to demand what is just. But the youth were never born to be silentâthey are the fire, the pulse, the voice that echoes change. To stand firm against corruption is to stand for the future, to fight not only for ourselves but for generations yet to come. Every chant, every step, every refusal to bow to dishonesty is a declaration that we will no longer be fooled, that we will no longer let greed define the destiny of our country.
So rise, young ones. Raise your fists, raise your voices, and raise the banner of truth higher than the lies that try to bury us. The streets are calling, the nation is waiting, and history is watching. Let courage lead your steps, let hope guide your cries, and let love for your country strengthen your resolve. And as we march forward into the storm, may the heavens guard every heart that dares to fightâa prayer of safety for every soul that will walk the rally, a shield of light for every brave spirit standing for what is right.
summary: with a mind so pure and eyes so genuine, loki knows there will be lecherous men who will take advantage of your innocence. he may shield you from the dangers of the realms, but behind closed doors, when the stars shine down own the kingdom and no one can hear your sounds of pleasure, heâll be the first to ravish you.
a/n: so many anons [like, eight (8)] requested virgin!reader!!Â
cw: 18+ below the cut, friends to lovers, some creepy dude, virgin!reader, sub!reader, wholesome smut, luv luv luv <333 [also letâs assume heâs on some birth control spell :| ]
the night you first met, the first thing he did was wrap his cape around you.
to loki, not everybody at this certain ball seemed to show decency, for they stared you down, practically stripping you of your dress in their imagination. how could they show uncivility to such an unknowing damsel, and one who doesnât seem to understand their leering gazes?
he strode towards you and cleared his throat.
âexcuse m- oh!â you yelped a bit in surprise, turning to see who had approached you. prince loki stood there, a cape in hand, wrapping it around you and clasping the ends together with a yellow butterfly brooch.
âcareful, darling,â he lifted your chin up to meet his eyes. âi appreciate your radiating beauty, but some men here might not show the same respect in their advances as i.â
âyour- your highness,â you gave a miniature curtsy, âthank you, but why? is the dress too much?â
âthe dress has no problem, little flower, donât fret,â he drawled. âwhy donât you accompany me to the tables for a drink?â
he held his hand out, and you took it, following the prince, not noticing the envious stare of a certain brown-haired soldier.
A/N: My public apology for going dormant on Tumblr for nearly 5 months.
tw: jotun!loki dom!loki, sub!cottagegirl!reader, lokiâs cock is big but his size kink is bigger, corruption kink, praise kink, manhandling but very cutely if i may say!!, unrealistically fast paced because loki is horny ) >:D
read it on ao3!!
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The grass tickles your ankles as you step through the bushes, careful not to step on any pretty flowers in your path.
Sunset is nearing, and you've only gotten so much as a few ferns. But you don't mind. The forest will bloom when it wants to, and even if you haven't collected any flowers for your work you're having a wonderful time looking around at all the birds and the deer and the butterflies and nature; just getting away from the busy life in the village is enough of a treat.
Stepping through a clear patch, you look around for any deer traps. What deer traps? The ones that have hidden nets that burst out from the ground like flytraps and scoop up any poor being that just happened to be there, leaving them trapped up in the air by a rope tied to a tree.
Now that you think of it, a clear patch in the middle of the forest means one thing: a deer trap has been set off already.
Right above where you stand.
Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, youâre ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net thatâs filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.
And dangling out of the net is a legâ a leg that looks less like a deerâs⌠and more of a personâs.
You gasp in horror. Someoneâs caught in it!
Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.
When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.
You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.
Itâs a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts heâs sustained. The linen top heâs wearing is littered with twigs.
Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.
And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.
Almost as if he were a corpse.
âSir! Sir! Please wake up!â
When Prince Lokiâs eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sunâ and the silhouette blocking it outâ his breath hitches.
Is this Valhalla? Am I⌠dead?
Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, itâs definite that youâre an angel.
âHello? Sir? Can you hear me?â
An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.
âOh, thank goodness!â You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. âI thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, theyâre dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?â
âYes- Yes, Iâm fine. Thank you.â
Itâs as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.
âHow long have you been up there?â
Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. âI'm not quite sure-Â ah-â
He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.
âProbably not long, I'm still bleeding,â he shows you his hand, and you gasp.
âOh, no,â you take a closer look at his face. âMy house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmersâ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...â
Loki honestly canât concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.
As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.
Now, he's found somethingâ no, someoneâ better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.
âI just realized I haven't introduced myself."
Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.
âLoki,â he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.
âLike the prince?"
He recoils a bit in surprise. âYes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"
âHow are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.
âThey don't hurt if I don't move."
âOkay. Let me know if it does.â
Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.
You flinch, pulling away. âOh, I'm sorry-"
âYou really don't know who I am?â Loki asks.
A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.
âI can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"
âYou run a flower shop?â
âYes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.â You tilt your head. âWhat were you doing in the forest, anyway?"
âI was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.â
âHunting⌠Is that what you do for a living?â
âWell, no. My brother and I do it for sport."
âOh."
Loki stares at you blankly. âMy brother, Prince Thor."
You nod.
Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.
He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:
âI'm Prince Loki."
And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.
But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.
âYour Highness!â you squeak. âI'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-â
âDarling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. âThat isn't necessary-"
âI'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-â
Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.
âPlease, donât stress yourself. You saved my life.â
He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.
âThank you, pretty angel.â
Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, arenât you the most adorable?
âI donât think you believe me.â He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.
âNo!â you cry . âI mean- I do believe you! Itâs just- I was surprised, I didnât think-â
âDidnât think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?â He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. âThatâs alright,â he steps back, âyou just need a littleâŚÂ evidence.â
Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that heâll hear more of those cute noises very soon).
When heâs done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.
Dear Norns.
He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. Youâre much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.
âYou are-â you blink a few times in shock. âYou are the Jotun prince.â
He smiles even wider. âThatâs right.â
âAnd⌠I⌠just saved the Jotun prince.â
He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
âClever girl.â He knows heâs downright cruel, teasing you just because youâre so cute. âAnd do you want anything in return for âsaving the Jotun princeâ?â
âWell, I donât know-â
Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.
âYou deserve somethingâŚÂ special. Something downrightâŚÂ pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that youâll remember for the rest of yours.â
He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.
He wants to make love to you.
âWhat?â
He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.
âYouâll feel undeniable bliss. Iâll take you over and over and over again until Iâm sure youâre truly satisfied, because youâre such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.â
You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.
âAll you have to do is say yes. You donât even have to do anything~â
His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.
âUse your words, angel,â he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.
It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. âOkayâŚâ
He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like youâd asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.
He had to make you his.
Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.
The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.
He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.
Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, âDid that hurt?â
âNo, no.â His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.
âIt doesnât, angel. Itâs just that if you keep doing that, I wonât be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until youâre dripping with my cum and you canât think.â
He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.
âI will be doing that, mind you,â he teases. âBut I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~â
Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.
âOh," Loki chuckles. âYou're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"
You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.
âStop teasing..."
Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. âOnly if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until thenâŚâ
He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.
â... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.â
Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.
âPrince Loki..."
Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.
He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.
You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.
âYou're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?â
He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.
âAww,â Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. âLittle angel canât take it anymore?â
He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.
âP-PleaseâŚâ you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.
He sighs, forgetting youâre just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.
âHave I thanked you enough already~?â He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.
Lokiâs heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.
âWell,â he muses, âI believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?â
âHuh?â you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.
âI said,â Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, âMy kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"
âMhm..."
âAnd they'll throw a week-long celebration...â he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. âAll for you~â
âR-Really?â you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. âA whole week? That's too much-!â
Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. âNothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"
Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.
âWould you like to come back with me to the palace?"
The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.
âMe?! With you?!"
âDo you abhor the idea of that?â
He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.
âNo! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"
Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.
âI know, I know. I was just teasing."
âDon't be mean like that!â
Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.
In a flash, heâs got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out whatâs going on.
âAnd if I do, what are you going to do about it?â
You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.
You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.
âYour highness-!â
Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.
âYouâre just a little mouse that canât hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.â
A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until youâre shaking with need.
âMaybe Iâll take you back home with me⌠and make you my wife.â
Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.
âYour-Â Your wife?â You ask, voice higher and breathier.
âYes~â he mocks your airy voice. âMy pretty wife, who wonât have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who Iâll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.â
Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.
When heâs gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angelâs momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.
Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.
âDo you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until youâre screaming for me?â
You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows heâs got you exactly where he wants you.
âReally?â he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. âDo you think Iâll fit~?â
And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.
âOh?â Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. âShe can take it, after all. What a good girl~â
Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.
âPlease-â you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.
His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.
His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.
And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.
âOh, you just feel so good around my cock,â Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.
Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.
Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Lokiâs decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.
Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.
âFeels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.
âOh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?â
Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.
âYeah," you sob.
Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.
âI missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.
âY-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.
âStill can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.
âSay my name."
âLoki...â
âGods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. âSurrender to me, darling."
His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.
Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.
âSurrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. âA pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.â
Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun princeâs tight grip.
âAwh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.
He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.
You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.
And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.
Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.
âWhat do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. âBe my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?â
âYeah,â you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.
âAre you close?"
âMhm..."
âCute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. âLet go for me now, angel."
Itâs a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.
Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.
It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.
A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.
âStay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.
It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.
But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.
You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.
A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.
âNext time?â you ask, lips parting.
âYes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~â
And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty holeâ then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.
But he's fallen for you already and the whole kingdom will burn in a blaze of sapphire dust if anything or anyone ever keeps him away from you.
can you guess what musical inspired this lmfao (NSFW)
loki breaks away from the kiss, growling filthy praises as he fucks his cum back into you.
underneath the candlelit chandelier, she's trembling, and he relishes in the shy, dazed look on her face as his cock thrusts in and out of her twitching, dripping hole. shaky hands grab anywhere they can on his chest and back, and while he loves that she's too blissed out to even know what to do with herself, he can't have her losing her mind so early into the evening.
"fuck, you're perfect," he hisses, leaning down to capture her lips once more.
the nobility can't do anything but stare as he pulls her down tighter onto his lap, littering kisses all over her already marked neck as she whimpers out his name like a prayer. he gives them all a terrifying glare that freezes them all in place in spite of the debauchery happening before them.
"you all said she was incapable of giving me an heir," he hisses out. "well, she's doing a good fucking job taking it all right now, isn't she?"
loki flips her over, pressing a little kiss to the side of her hip as a silent apology for being so rough. but rough is all he can be when someone has sullied the name of his bride.
"maybe you rich scum need to remember who you're spitting this nonsense about."
he snakes a hand around her waist, pulling her up to her knees, her back against his bare chest. her eyes widen as she comes face to face with the men of the nobility.
loki smirks at her flustered expression, slowing his thrusts and holding her still against him, leaning in to drawl in her ear softly. "still with me, angel?"
"u-uhuh," she whines softly, trying to close her legs. but loki has none of that and gently traces two fingers over her spread, twitching folds. "ah- loki- they'll see-"
"let them see." he whispers darkly, and the lust in his voice makes her whimper and sink into his touch obediently; he rewards her with a little kiss to her nose.
he turns to their audience, and his voice becomes loud and commanding. "i couldn't care less if you respect me, but i suggest you respect the princess of asgard should you wish to keep your sorry heads."
his finger work their magic on her little bud and the wettest noises echo through the meeting hall along with her song-like sounds of pleasure. her eyes water from the intensity of the pleasure he's giving her with every inch of his being.
"l-loki-" she gasps. "s-so much-"
"i know," he chuckles, groaning in pleasure as her tight cunt milks him for all he's worth.
loki lifts his hand up to his mouth and licks her juices off his fingers. she hears a loud thump-- one of the nobles fainted in shock. and the elder next to him mumbles something about the new royals turning the palace into a brothel. big mistake.
the words are barely out of his mouth before an enchanted emerald dagger flies right into his heart and he doubles over, good as dead. the rest of their audience stares at his bleeding corpse in horror, thankfully not witnessing how for some twisted reason, that made her body warm and her eyes glaze over in lust.
oh gods, he just killed for me.
she scraems his name as her climax rains down on her at that exact moment, her cunt clenching helplessly and her body slumping against loki's as she orgasms for the nth time that night.
loki growls, holding her twitching form still against him as he breeds her full, his cum leaking out of her used little hole. he slips out of her, and pulls her into his lap, kissing her deeply to soothe the aftermath of their passion.
"i think they've seen enough," he whispers cockily, and she hides her face in his neck shyly. "maybe we could continue this without some leering old men in the equation~"
the nobility are snapped back to reality as loki comes down from the throne with her in his arms-- wrapped in his cloak with a dazed, blissed out look on her face, kicking the elder's body as he walks past it without a second thought.
he turns back around, and with a sinister green glow in his eyes, whispers the last words these pathetic men will hear, as the massive chandelier falls just above where the horrified nobility stand.
"this will teach the kingdom not to insult the royal family... especially the princess."
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A/N: yes im still alive im not a healthcare ceo lol
A/N: ang sabi ko december matatapos hindi ko sinabi anong year đ
cw: smut, creampie, rough sex, things get đŻđťđŽđŞđ´đ
when you first moved into your tiny home, you had gotten most of your stuff into the house by yourself
and the last thing you needed to unload from ur dad's car was your night stand so you carried it since it wasnt so heavy
only you accidentally hit the doorknob with your elbow and it flew off đ
so you're standing there pacing nervously because you just locked yourself out of your own house LMAO DUMBASS
but to your rescue comes none other than miguel
having just returned from a minor save in his whole firefighter getup (somebody's stove caught on fire in an apartment somewhere but nothing fatal thankfully)
miguel looks to the house on his left
and suddenly believes in angels.
aren't you the cutest lil damsel in distress :}
u're pacing back nd forth and he's trying so hard not to stare at your cute lil ass in those pretty peach shorts đ
you see him and wave, "pls help, sir!! my door- like- uh- i dont know what happened please help me i have to get this inside huhu"
who is he to say no??
he cracks his knuckles and squares up, making you blush as he grunts and flexes his muscles.
BUT YOU DONT EXPECT HIM TO BREAK DOWN UR DOOR
KICKED IT RIGHT OFF THE HINGES
and strategically kicked it too bc both the door and the hinges were intact, the screws just came off
he brushes his hair back and raises an eyebrow at your wide eyes
too shocked to contradict, you take the nightstand into ur new bedroom and come back to ur porch with a glass of lemonade for him
he thanks you, smirking when you blush and look away.
fixes your door that quickly too like wow
a handyman! maybe u can switch that up and manhandl- *GUNSHOTS*
anyways
for the next week and a half you're out on your porch with ur fat little cat mochi, working on a crochet thing, it's a hobby you recently got into since you're waiting for your cable and internet to get hooked up
and the firetruck drives by and the firetruck guys are blasting music, having a laugh
but miguel oh he always makes it a point to subtly wave at you and wink
it always leaves you flustered bc a very attractive man is giving you attention??
but what if he does it to other girls?? but if he does it to other girls why did one of the truckies ruffle miguel's hair when he caught miguel doing that??
but you just leave it at that, maybe he just wants ur attention and when he has it he'll get fed up and find some other pretty girl :((
until mochi gets the genius idea to chase a screeching squirrel up the tree right between your house and miguel's
"OH MY GOD MOCHI!!!!" you yell. "mochi, please dont move!!"
miguel just got back from a boring day at work, wearing half the firefighter getup and a grey shirt.
his definition of fun is getting to show off why his nickname is "the spider". it's because he almost never uses ladders and climbs the houses with just some rope and his bare hands.
and today was just some fire drill at a high school nearby, and he's a little pissed that nobody was listening because the mic had terrible feedback.
"MOCHI BABY OH MY GOD STAY RIGHT THERE!!"
miguel's head perks up from his phone, brows furrowing when he hears you screaming. he rushes to the 3½ ft fence between your house and his to see you running to the large tree in your backyard.
"leave em', peaches," he sighed and leaned against the fence with his arms crossed. "cats naturally land on their feet, he'll come down in a second."
"NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" you turn to him, panic clear in your voice. "HE'S BLIND!!"
"oh SHIT" miguel jumps over the fence and runs over to you. "where's the bastard?!"
you gasp at him. "ONLY I GET TO CALL HIM A BASTARD!"Â
"fine, where is... it?"
"up there, MOCHI PLEASE DONT MOVE!! I'LL GET YOU BABY!"
"i wouldn't do that if i w-"
before miguel can stop you, you're already climbing the tree yourself. smirking, he lifts you off the trunk and into his arms, as if you were a cat yourself.
"peaches, you might wanna leave that to me," he chuckles riiiight up against your sensitive ear. "don't want your pretty little body getting all scratched up, mm?"
you whimper.
"miguel," you mumble, "p-put me down."
you squirm against him, but he growls and holds you closer.
"oh? and what if you're just going to do it again, mm? you gonna be a bad girl?" he asks, tracing his tongue over your earlobe, making you shiver and sink into his arms.
"m-miguel, what are you-"
"y'know bebita... you're terrible at pretending you don't look at me like you wanna fuck me..."
"wh-what?!"
the way he's carrying you reminds you an awful lot of this position you saw in porn. the full nelson. the tiny girl, all flushed and pleasure-dizzy, thighs quivering as she's pounded over and over, trapped in the thick veiny arms of her man as he subjects his little fucktoy to the roughest pounding until her brain is just as liquid as the sticky sweet potent cum leaking out of her -
"oh, look," miguel whispers, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. mochi, despite his lack of eyesight, somehow finds his way down and glares straight through the two of you as if he can actually see the lewd way you're compromised in the arms of your handsome, secretly obsessed with you neighbor.
"there he is, the little furball," he sets you down, his hand lingering on your inner thigh a second too long as he pets the snobby little cat on his head. "your poor mami can't always save ya, y'know. i think she needs me around a lot more, hm?"
he turns to your flustered figure and smirks at your wide-eyed look. "i think you owe me a thank you."
"r-right..." you mumble, scratching the back of your neck nervously, still out of it. "th-thank you..."
to your downright embarrassment, he laughs at your pathetic attempt of speaking, and corners you against the fence.
"i think i need more than just a whisper, peaches," he drawls against your ear, one hand wandering under your shorts as he grins at the way you melt with just a little teasing.
"i'm real thirsty, bebita, so why don't you be a good girl and make me something to drink?"
which leads to right now: you're avoiding eye contact with miguel as he sits on your couch, patting at his forehead with a towel.
you're also avoiding eye contact with the very prominent bulge in his cargo pants.
you hand him a glass of ice, before turning to the fridge and looking through it.
"i-i have some orange juice, water, uh, pepsi if you want-"
"water."
you gulp. "o-okay," you take the pitcher and sit down next to him, and pouring into his glass slowly, staring at his hands because you can't bring yourself to look him in the eyes.
"bebita."
you flinch as you realize you've been pouring too much. the glass is filled to the brim.
[what you don't know is that he wishes you were too]
"s-sorry..." you mumble, scooting away from him slowly. he grabs your wrist and leans into your ear.
"can't we stop dancing around each other like we don't know where this is going?" he growls.
"wait- let me put this down!" you gasp as he pulls you onto his lap roughly, the plastic pitcher in your hands slanting and getting droplets ice-cold water down your chest.
and you have no idea how much it sounds like a dirty little moan when you go, "ngh! miguel!"
before you can even blink, you find yourself pinned down on the couch, the pitcher clattering to the floor. but your heart stops as you come face-to-face with miguel's lustful expression, his dark eyes staring into yours.
"do you have any idea what i want to do to you?"
you whimper shyly, and he curses under his breath, instinctively grinding his hips up into yours, making your breath hitch at the feeling of that right up against your crotch.
"oh you're so fucking cute," he grumbles. "think i'm really gonna break you when i put it in here..."
he torturously drags his palms up and down your legs and grinning like a madman when you whine from the sensations.
"wanted to fuck you since the moment you got here," he whispers darkly, his long fingers hooking under the waistband of your shorts and underwear. "do a little housewarming n' give you a nice, big welcome all over the couch, the bed, the shower..."
his voice trails off into a breathy shit, baby as he sees your wet pussy clenching around nothin. he looks up at your doe-eyed expression and grins.
"you gotta use your voice, pretty," he teases. "as much as i like starin' at you i can't figure out what you want~"
"i want you..." you whisper. "i want you to fuck me, miguel."
and fuck you he does. he presses his lips to yours and pushes you into the meanest mating press. "dreamed about this for so long," he growled into the kiss as he pulled down his pants. "cute little thing like you got a guy like me jerking off every night--" he starts nipping at your jawline "--ah, like a fuckin' teenager. why am i- fuck, y're so pretty- why am i so in love with you?"
he leans back to adore your flushed, needy state, and finally, finally pulls his dick out. you squeak as he rests over your bare stomach-- thick, veiny, and leaking all over you as if he can't wait a second longer.
when he pushes into you, god, the both of you feel heavenly. it takes all his strength to not plow into you like some ruthless beast. he just bites your neck, and rocks into you slowly as his thumb draws small circles on your clit, hoping to get you to adjust to his size.
it does way more than that, because within a few seconds, you're gasping and seizing under him, twitching helplessly as an orgasm washes over you, making your tight little pussy cream all over him sofucking good.
miguel's patience only lasts a few seconds after you come before his lust overrides him and he pounds you into the couch with every bit of his strength.
"miguel! miguel! oh, fuck- too much-"
you're screaming his name over and over, your walls clenching down on him as he hits the sweetest spots in you with every thrust of his hips. your nails run down his back as he fucks you like his life depends on it, and it hurts so good he can't bring himself to care about anything but you, you, you. cute, shy, innocent, cockdrunk little you.
he's addicted. and he's yours.
miguel feels himself getting close-- and knows you're getting close too, with the way your moans are getting breathier and your eyes are glossing over.
"fuck, i'm gonna fill you up so good, peaches," he groans. "cum with me, princess. make a mess for me~"
he swallows your moans of pleasure with a kiss, and fucks your through your orgasm as his tongue fucks your mouth. you whine and cry, and he spanks the side of your thigh, making you squeak and twitch under him. his thrusts get sloppy until his eyes roll back and he almost groans when he comes, thick, white cum filling you up like you're some kind of creamy pastry.
you shakily push at his chest, but he tsks at you, simply taking your wrists and pinning them to your side as he makes out sloppily, his hips moving slowly as he pushes more of his cum into you.
"take it all, peaches," he whispers hoarsely. "then i'm gonna clean it all out with my tongue~"
"miguel! that's nasty!" you whine, but he's got his mind set on it already, lifting you over his shoulder and heading to your bedroom.
he laughs, then sets you down on the bed, flipping you over with your ass sticking out. you gasp and shiver when you feel two of his thick fingers in your pussy.
"if you think that's nasty you'd faint if i told you what i wanna do with you on your kitchen counter, peaches."
i love reader. idc if sheâs a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.
