#cuddleslutloki

[alissamarietart]

Patreon sketch of @cuddleslutloki’s half-orc barbarian DnD OC, Gale! Full uncropped on my PillowFort @ alissamarietart & my side twitter @ amtartnsfw (absolutely 18+ only!)

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[loki-stone]

@cuddleslutloki here’s a little mood board thingie for your fraternal Twins Thorki AU:

[fairy-changeling]

hey it's baylen i changed my main and now it's my marvel. :D

Baylen, this is the perfect username and I love you :D

[alissamarietart]

Colored sketch birthday present for @cuddleslutloki! This is Satug Sakor Hezsax, aka Gale, his Half-Orc path of the berserker barbarian. A jolly fellow despite being lorge and stronk.

Gale grappled my character, Tdi’or, into joining the party, but like, in a friendly way. 

10 years ago, Gale and Tdi’or met by chance. A 15 year old Gale got drunk and picked a fight with a whole lotta Kobolds while wandering the forest, leaving him incredibly injured. Drunk, and delirious from blood loss, he managed to stumble past the wall of illusory magic that hides Isilardholen, a city of Moon Elves, from the rest of the world. Startled by a large bleeding half orc suddenly in their sacred city, the acolytes at the main temple were alerted. Tdi’or healed Gale and sent him on his way.

Ten years later, the two met by fate once again, this time at an inn in the small fishing town of Pirth. With the vastly different aging process between elves and half-orcs, Tdi’or, embarrassingly, couldn’t remember Gale in the moment -but Gale remembered them, and assumed Tdi’or remembered him. He grappled Tdi’or into friendship and thanks to me cleric’s much lower strength stat, they could not escape, and were grappled into friendship and going on an escapade of killing spiders in the sewer with those who now make up the current party.

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[alissamarietart]

Fem!Thor commission for @cuddleslutloki based off one of his Thorki fics! :3

[alissamarietart]

Another drawing of @cuddleslutloki‘s Gale from our DnD party! This time in chibi form. 

One of our recent missions had Gale sort of overseeing it -rescuing a bunch of kids from the orphanage Aka grew up in. While not all the caretakers there were bad, the vast majority of them were, and the few good ones didn’t have the power to help to stop the dark and shady things happening there. We got the kids out and had them wait on a boat for a few days to bring to Gale’s tribe, and one of the genuinely good caretakers tipped us off to someone who could help us cut the poison out of the orphanage.

This wound up leading us down a much bigger, more deeply rooted path than we expected, bringing up old wounds and trauma from both Aka and Tdi’or’s past. Gale has been doing his best to keep everyone protected and safe, though he is filled with anger upon learning all the terrible things that have happened to his friends in their pasts. 

Luckily, Gale’s dad, a highly charismatic human bard, is around for a bit now to soften the blows and trying to lift everyone’s spirits, and Gale is clearly feeling a bit better and happier after seeing his dad for the first time in quite a while.

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[spacelabrathor]

hey do you ever think about thor being a little drunk and giggly and handsy and pulling you into his lap, biting his lip, whispering your ear about maybe finding a private place for a few minutes which turns into an hour bc he eats you out until you can't stand, fucks you until you're crying, then carries you around bridal style BECAUSE I THINK ABOUT IT

g o d

flirty, handsy thor at a party that keeps hovering in your orbit, tugging you against him and leaning down over you to press a kiss to your cheek, your jaw, then your lips until you playfully push him back and he goes with a cheeky groan. wordlessly handing you his drink to take sips from as his arm curls around your waist, as his thumb finds a hot, open sliver of skin on your hip and strokes it gently, edging softly under the edge of your sweater and making little goosebumps prickle down your arms as you feel the hot puff of his breath against the back of your ear, the soft brush of his stubble against the nape of your neck. 

and he’s all loose-limbed and flush-cheeked and so happy, all social and surrounded by people he enjoys, his hair a little sweaty around his temples, but he only has eyes for you over the thumping music. leaning into your space like he’s pulled by gravity, nudging his nose against the shell of your ear. pulling you into his lap whenever he gets the chance, letting his big hand curl loosely around the bare inside of your knee when your skirt rides up a little on your thighs. 

and it’s only halfway through the night, before the party has even really taken off, when he tugs you back more fully on his lap. settling you deep on his thighs, where you can feel the faint ghost of a press of him, there. and his palm spreads open over your knee, sliding between your legs a little, just enough to make them part over his thighs, and he’s leaning into you and tasting the shell of your ear with a hot, fleeting press of his lips. murmuring softly that he wants to slip away with you. find a quiet place. asking you on a soft, whispered hitch if you want to. 

and your legs are coltish when you stand a moment later, knees trembling together as he pulls himself up behind you and lets his hand fall to the small of your back. leading you up the stairs and down a hall, checking behind doors until he finds an empty bedroom. letting you in ahead of him and flicking on the small lamp on the far side of the room. pushing in the little lock on the door handle until it clicks. 

and you go to the bed on shaky legs, feeling slick gathering in your core at the promise of him. a little tipsy and overheated and rubbing your thighs together as you lay back on the cool, silky comforter. 

and he looks at you for a lingering moment from the door before he comes to you. you hold your hands out for him, thinking him to lay with you. to kiss your mouth and your neck and nose at your hair. 

but he kneels on the bed and trails the backs of his knuckles down the inside of your thigh, and when your knees part for him, he settles down on his belly onto the bed, until your thighs are pressed up against his shoulders. 

and your hands find his hair, fingernails scratching through the damp silk of it as he kisses wetly at the juncture of your hip and thigh, breathing his name quietly in the heat of the room. barely audible over the thrumming base downstairs. 

and the first press of his mouth to your cunt makes you moan, back arching from the mattress as his hands anchor your hips. snugging you tight against his face as he opens his mouth over you and eats you with soft, flat tongue and gentle, sucking mouth. breathing hotly against your sex as your skirt bunches up around your waist. moaning softly to himself as his mouth flushes with saliva at the taste of you. 

the sight of him between your legs makes your belly flare with a mess of emotion, warring desire and affection. seeing his eyes close as he laps gently at your slick folds, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the crest of your sex and groaning quietly against you when your fingers tighten in his hair in the way he knows means you’re close. 

he brings you to pleasure twice, three times, until you’re sweating under your arms and behind your knees, trembling against him and panting, and then he finally moves up your body. almost reluctantly as he presses a slick, messy kiss to your cheek, then your mouth as he draws your knees up over his thighs as he settles against you. keeping his eyes trained on yours as he takes himself in hand and rubs the hot, fat head of his cock against where you’re still pulsing from your last release. 

and it takes a whispered whine from you, a desperate, clutching plea to him, and then he nudges his hips, and finds his home in you. 

and it’s a slow thing, the way he moves between your legs. leaning down over you, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head as his hips roll against yours. plunging his cock into the hot, velvet clutch of your cunt over and over as he whispers into your neck and moans your name. holding you close as he finds his pleasure in you. in the warmth and weight of you below him, in the clutch of your hands and your whisper of his name that’s hot on your lips. 

[spacelabrathor]

i bet thor goes down on people for sport. like they have to physically haul him away otherwise he'd just eat them out all night

This is one of my biggest, strongest headcanons for Thor. He just settles in between your legs, in no rush at all. Taking the time to get comfortable as he drags his lips and beard over the soft inner skin of your thighs, grinning up at you all pleased when you shudder at the sensation. He goes down reverently, his eyes falling shut, his cheeks flushing with how aroused it makes him to taste you there at your center. How overwhelmed it makes him feel that you give him this, his most decadent pleasure, so freely. 

And he’s not on any time table. There’s no “I’m going to make you come so I can get off and not feel guilty.” No, he’ll spend the afternoon there, between your legs. Coaxing you gently up to a precipice of buzzing pleasure and working you over it, then soothing you back down with soft mouth and hands, and then slowly working you back up. Reacting to each shuddering orgasm against his mouth as if it’s a blessing from above, a sacred sacrament. An honor, almost. 

And he doesn’t come up from down there until you’re literally weeping with it and grabbing him by the ears and begging him in a broken voice to fuck you, pleading with him to give you what you need, knowing that he’s grown hard and aching between his own legs at the mere taste of you, at the opportunity to bring you pleasure and provide for you. Knowing that he will provide for you in this way, too.