The💠ᙖᒐᙀᙓ ᗣᖇᖇOᙎ ᙖᗣᖇ💠is closed for now! I've got five cocktail requests and I'd like to work on them first before I take more orders - otherwise I might get overwhelmed and I don't want that.
HOWEVER, I'm definitely going to reopen the bar again. Just give me a week or two.
Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+, Seduction, dirty talk, implied oral sex, suggestive tension
Words: 298 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 30th - “I know what you’re thinkin’.”
“I know what you’re thinking.” Loki’s voice slid over your shoulder like silk.
You did not turn around at first. You let him stand behind you, close enough for his breath to stir the small hairs near your neck, close enough for the heat of him to press into the quiet space between wanting and restraint.
“I doubt that you do.” You mused.
His laugh was low. Pleased. Dangerous.
“I know that face better than you think, darling.” His fingers brushed your waist, “Especially when you are thinking of me.”
You turned then, finding his eyes, that pleased arrogance, mouth curved like he had already won something.
“You’re in front of me,” you offered. “Hard not to think about you.”
“No.” Loki leaned closer, crowding you back against the edge of the table. “I can practically hear the filthy little ideas spinning inside your wicked head.”
“Can you?” You asked faking innocence.
"You are thinking all those deprived sensations. Those darker needs of yours.” He purred at you, his nose brushing along yours.
“Am I?” You questioned back, playing along as your hands along his chest. His holding your hips.
“About my hands.” His gaze dropped deliberately, “My mouth. How prettily you might tremble pinned under me while I fill you, over and over..”
Your breath shifted, heavier.
Loki caught it. His smile sharping. “About how I might make you scream.”
“Ah.” You tilted your head, letting your fingers drift to his collar, smoothing over the dark fabric until his smugness flickered. “See, that’s where you’re wrong.”
Loki stilled.
You tugged him closer by the collar, close enough that your lips almost touched his.
“I was thinking about doing something entirely different with my mouth.”
Loki paused.
Your smile turned now. “And I’m not the one making noise.”
Hi guys, long time no see! It's been a while and I'm sorry about that, but I'm here to announce that next Monday, I'll be uploading another one-shot to my Spellbinding series! I know that it's been well over two years since I've updated the series, but I promise you that in all that time, I never forgot about Loki and the Cosmic Sorceress, and I hope you'll check my new one-shot out 💖
Warnings: kind of angsty, blame shifting, hints of rekindling the relationship
Wordcount: 300
For the June Jukebox Scribbles challenge, hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles | June 28th: Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (with Hozier) / “If I get too close”
A/N: lose your wifeeee (get her backkkk)
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While most people suffered from the boiling heat, you had another gripe about summer – the very persistent loneliness that decided to pair itself with the humidity.
It was in the late summer nights that life hid trepidation, when the minutes seemed to stretch, only to remind you how fleeting all of this really was, how the world would keep spinning after you’d–
“Ah,” Loki breathes, his steps halting.
You lower your head from the sky splattered with countless tiny light flecks, your peaceless contemplating interrupted.
“I didn’t think anyone was out here at this hour.” He muses, casually leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
You know nothing about this is actually casual but you hold your tongue.
“Missed being outside, been cooped up in the tower hiding from the sun,” you shrug.
“Still convinced you hate summer?”
“I do hate it.” You deadpan.
“No, you don’t,” Loki huffs a laugh and it travels all through you like it always used to. “You’re just bored out of your mind.”
You shoot him a skeptical look across the balcony, refusing to give him the satisfaction of still knowing your inner world. “You gonna sit?” You nod to the spot beside you.
“If I get too close… you’ll run.” He replies tentatively.
“Last time I checked neither of us made an effort to stay.” You scoff.
“That’s not how I remember it,” Loki frowns. “It wasn’t as simple–”
“Please, spare me your excuses.”
“How are you angry with me? You left.” He accuses sharply.
“I used to worship the fucking ground you walked on, I ‘left’ because you wouldn’t settle.”
“Was I supposed to read your mind?!”
“You could’ve asked!”
The sudden silence is rigid. You hold your breath, anticipating him to storm off, instead…
summary. A trip to Provincetown, MA to celebrate pride leads to an unexpected meeting...
characters. Loki x Plus Size!Reader
word count.
warnings. Dirty Talk, Use of Magic for Bondage
an. HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!! <3
Masterlist
Growing up, the closet door for you was made of glass. You’d learned quickly not everyone dreamed of dating both Anne Hathaway and Heathledger. Luckily, your family had been nothing but supportive and you found a close knit circle of queer friends all growing up in a small town.
However, while your friends were lucky enough to go off and move to places bigger and more accepting/diverse, you’d chosen to stay behind; teaching the theater classes at your old high school. It was an extremely rewarding experience, keeping the same welcoming space your teacher had been before she retired. The day she happily handed you the keys to the auditorium, telling you to break a leg, was one you'd remember forever.
Now the school year was over and you’d managed to scrimp and save enough to do something you’d always wanted to; visiting Provincetown, MA, marked as "The Gayest City in America." And in a stroke of luck, the weekend after school ended was the same weekend as Provincetown’s Pride Fest.
You’d arrived yesterday and stepping off the dock alone was liberating. This must've been what it was like for Dorothy to step out of Kansas into Oz; stepping out of the boring monotony and into a literal rainbow. Pride flags waving in the breeze of the gorgeous June afternoon made you smile wide. Walking past the town hall, the streets were filled with people of all types; elderly retired couples who've probably lived here for years, vendors busking, you smiled big at a beautiful black women trying to entice customers into a restaurant.
You decided to stop and take a quick look the menu. A new city, a schedule of events in your head. Tonight alone you had tickets to a new drag trivia show, "Are You Smarter than a Drag Queen?" And now…dinner plans. You asked the woman for directions to your hotel. Finding it fairly quickly, and walking past a bookstore that you had seen pictures of online. It was once a standard beach shack, nothing more than a place to camp out near the beach; set back a ways from the sidewalk, covered in ivy and wild flowers. You knew inside the books were stacked floor to ceiling. But the bookstore was closed; it would have to wait til tomorrow.
Your first full day had been as fun as your first night. The bookstore was perfect, easily finding a whole bunch of books, including some new plays for next school year. Now, you were dressing for a Pride weekend kick off rave hosted by a club known as the “Red Room” and the theme was Beyonce vs Gaga.
Your new pink dress almost shimmered, matching well with the platform sandals you’d found in a vintage shop. You’d been studying makeup tutorials and decided to go with a slightly Wicked-esque makeup design, pairing emerald green eye shadow with bubblegum pink lipstick. Your trans flag colored fan making a perfect accessory to the pink dress and fake tiara you’d won last night; your knowledge of queer TV/movie trivia proving you WERE smarter than a drag queen.
The club was everything you’d ever thought a gay nightclub could ever be. Low red lighting mixed with flashing highlights in all different colors, bodies pressed against each other.
You were able to get your order to the bartender over the loud remixes of Beyoncé’s and Gaga’s greatest hits. Sipping your drink, you nearly dropped it as someone caught your eye. You weren’t sure if they were a boy, girl, or neither.
Their dark raven hair was plaited on the sides, with a few silver beads in the strands; the rest tucked up into bun. A green mesh shirt revealed a beautiful wolf tattoo that stretched up their arm. It also paired well with what looked like black leather shorts and platform boots that made their already tall form seem giant. Their face seemed to sparkle with a golden shimmer and a slight green highlight to their cheeks. Black lipstick matched their nails and their eyeliner wings were surely sharp enough to cut any homophobe down.
You got a good look as you suddenly realized they were making eye contact and strolling over to you. They leaned against the bar next to you and were pleasantly surprised you were able to hear their deep masculine voice order an old fashioned. Classy. You flashed them a wry smirk which they returned with a wink.
You bit your lip nervously. Sometimes you truly felt like a wallflower, clinging to the sides but once someone saw you, you could bloom. It was just getting started you struggled with.
They leaned in close and were glad you could hear them whisper in a velvety steel voice, “I need a smoke. Care to join me?" You nodded in response. Taking your hand, you found their touch cool, but in a refreshing way. Even more so as the two of you stepped out into the welcoming night air. Bringing the small paper tube to their lips and lighting it, you were surprised to smell not the usual tobacco, but weed. They turned to you
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not so long as you share.” You joked back and they passed you the joint. You took a deep inhale as the alcohol and THC mingled in a wonderful cocktail of bliss.
“My name is Loki," they introduced themselves. You told them your name as you passed the joint back. Taking it, they brought your hand to their lips, pressing a kiss to it.“I actually saw you last night at the drag show. I’m pleased to see you here tonight.” They said. Their eyes sparkled in the street light like two emeralds.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, you were absolutely adorable on stage. And I was impressed at your knowledge of queer media."
“Thank you, kind of a passion of mine.” You admitted, shyly. As much as you found it all interesting, you were used to people rolling their eyes. Loki on the other hand, took a hit from the joint, and actually managing to blow a smoke heart into the air.
“I wonder what else you’re passionate about.” They purred. Feeling a surge of confidence. You plucked the joint from their lips and took the final hit.
“Follow me and I’ll show you.” The two of you descended the stairs back into dance club where your fears seemed to disappear into the darkness while your confident side emerged. Leading you into the crowd, a remix of Telephone blasted through the speakers.
You understood why fans became not just as tools for artistic expression in ballroom culture but helping to keep cool in the tight dance spaces as you started to move your body to the rhythm of the song. Your back to Loki's chest, they leaned in close and their voice was so clear, you'd swear it seemed to echo in your mind "May I touch you, pet?"
You turned your head and nodded at them. Their hands started at your hips, somehow seeming to pull you even closer. Moving up your waist over your soft tummy, their touch was that same coolness from before, which brought its own sweet relief. Their hands just grazing your breast, their teasing touch driving you crazy with desire.
As the evening stretched on, the crowd was treated to a drag queen dressed as in cowboy garb as she danced and lip-synched a mix of Beyoncé’s hits from Cowboy Carter. Afterwards was last call and the crowd began to move out into the street.
“Maybe it’s the weed, or the booze, but I am DYING for a piece of pizza.” You said, giggling. Loki smiled.
“I know just the spot."
Even though Loki was a bit taller than you, the two of you seemed to lean on each other as you strolled up the main street of Provincetown in the glow of not only the streetlights and the moonlight, but the town hall was light up in a rainbow of spotlights.
“Wow, it’s kind of amazing to be in a place so open and …well, prideful.” You joked. Loki chuckled.
“Let me guess, small town?”
“Yeah, is it that obvious?”
“Don’t worry. I actually find it admirable. Your eyes lighting up with the passion and pride inside you.” Your face heated up at their words, feeling not just seen, but admired. “Sometimes in a big city, people can get lost and even being different starts to feel the same.” They explained, then paused and giggled. "That didn’t make much sense, did it?"
"In a drunk way, it did.” You joked back.
“Good.” Loki led you up the block to a place that a neon slice piece of pizza called 'Twisted Pizza'; a tall building tucked on a corner. Inside, 4 different pizzas sat in a display. You ordered a slice of sausage/pepperoni pizza and Loki ordered a veggie; they also insisted on paying.
"My treat for your company." They said, coolly.
The two of you found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence as you ate. The pizza was absolutely delicious; the crust was sprinkled with a hint of paprika, making the tomato sauce seem even more robust with a perfect amount of cheese.
“Gods.” Loki groaned. “Some may say New York has the best pizza, but I’d choose this any day.”
“You sound so sure."
"I live in New York, darling. Trust me, this is better."
“Fair enough. What do you do in New York?” You asked, making Loki pause, their smile seeming to falter for only a moment.
“Oh, this and that. What about you? Surely something of extreme importantance.”
“You could say that. I’m a theater teacher.”
“Ah-ha! A role of great importance. Who do you teach, the bard I’d hope?”
"Of course. He’s a definite, and then I have a rotating cannon of absurdists, and I’ve even introduced theater of the ridiculous to my high school seniors."
“Fascinating.” The two of you sat discussing theater for easily another hour, that is until you started yawning.
“Oh don’t, you’ll get me going-“ Loki said before they yawned. “I suppose it is rather late. Are you staying in town long?"
“Through Monday.”
"Excellent. Are you planning to go to the rally tomorrow, and the parade?”
“Yep! Though I have nothing planned for the evening. The after party for the parade I heard is a little lame.”
“I’ll be at the rally as well and can confirm the party is usually a let down. Would you like to go to dinner after the parade?”
“Sounds wonderful."
Wonderful was an understatement. It was perfect. Even though the clouds threatened rain all day; everything seemed to go off without a hitch. You found a little café to grab a coffee and muffin for breakfast; Deciding to settle in with a new book you'd bought, a script you’d picked up that you were thinking about teaching next year. You watch people, couples, families, crowds ebb and flow in the store fronts and the public square where volunteers were setting up for the rally. It truly filled you with pride, to see a community so colorful and friendly all together.
“Well, hello darling.” You turned. Loki was dressed what looked like a black tank binder, a vest covered in patches, black shorts with fishnets and platform boots. Not to mention sharp black eyeliner, and green eye shadow that matched their dark green lipstick with golden glitter gloss. their hair was partially plated and flowers and beads were tied into the braids.
“Hello yourself, beautiful.”
“Oh this old thing?” Loki smirked.
“It’s very well made, lemme see.” Loki sat next to you so you could further examine their patches. Your favorite was a toss up between one that said “My super power is throwing dildos full of wasps,” and another that said “Going to Hel on a Full Scholarship.”
The two of you talked further until the rally kicked off. A beautiful drag queen in a fabulous pink shirt that matched her hair, and white overalls splattered in paint the colors of the lesbian flag. She read her speech from a clipboard, speaking about trans rights, the history of pride in Provincetown, and how important community and solidarity are in unprecedented times. Her words moved you to tears, and Loki wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you a little closer towards them.
Your heart was racing, being able to be so openly emotional,and Loki made you feel safe to do so. The rally continued as members of the local select board, representatives, and members of the community talked. You were especially inspired by a black woman who read a beautiful poem entitled Lesbians.
After the rally was the parade down through the center of town. You and Loki happily strolled along behind a an elderly gay couple wearing matching outfits that looked like the yellow brick road, with red ruby sneakers. They were pulling a speaker, some of the best queer anthems playing loud, even louder with you and Loki singing along.
The parade lead right into the bar where the after party was held. But just as you and Loki were getting close, thunder rung out from above, and a few drops quickly turned into a torrential downpour.
“Oh shit.” You yelled, hoping not to get too soaked as you held your bag over your head Suddenly, you were sheltered as an umbrella seemed to open magically above you. You weren’t even sure where Loki had pulled from. But you eagerly huddled close to them all the same. You looked up at Loki, who seemed to roll their eyes but smiled.
“What’s that look for?" You asked
“Nothing. I just have to thank someone later before I smack him in the head.” Loki said.
Thankfully, the rainstorm didn’t last long; but even with Loki’s umbrella you could feel that your shoes were soaked, and god only knows what your makeup looked like.
"I think I need to freshen up, so I’ll go back to my hotel room and meet you for dinner?”
“Sounds lovely, darling." They said, voice filled with romantic promise. "Until we meet again.” They pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and strolled off whistling 'Singing in the Rain.'
A nice cook shower helped refresh you from the chill of the rain, and you were happy you’d brought one more formal sundress. An emerald green with matching gold gladiator sandals.
Applying a few spritzes of perfume, you saw out the window that the sun was just starting to dip below the buildings; the remaining clouds appearing purple against an orange sky as the last of the afternoon storms gave way to a rainbow.
The restaurant was a seafood place overlooking the beach. Loki’s hair was hung loose; Black inky waves flowing free but they’d pushed it back on side with a clip of a jasmine gardenia. A white button up shirt, with the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, black suit trousers and shoes helped present more masculine, but with a soft edge.
A friendly familiar greeting from Loki to the hostess resulted in the two of you on a rooftop deck, dining under the sky. Loki pulled your chair out for you, and offered their hand as soon as you both were seated.
"Thank you Loki. Not just for dinner, but for making my first time in P-Town so special."
“It has been my privilege and my pleasure, darling. It’s been wonderful to spend time with such a thoughtful kind soul. My coworkers can get a little…egotistical.”
“Oh really? And what exactly do you do for work?” You noted to yourself that this was the second time you asked. And again, Loki gave pause.
“Oh uh...” Loki's eyes cast downward. But regained their confidence quickly. “Well, I work in public service, as it were. But I’d rather hear more about your work. Teaching must certainly have its ups and downs."
“Oh absolutely.” You accepted the deflection for now, not wanting to push something they might not want to talk about.
The rest of the meal was a romantic, wonderful experience. But every time you tried to ask more about Loki’s personal life, they seemed to deflect. You'd asked them again about their life and instead they redirected back to you, though they did it rather sweetly.
"What would you do if you could do anything at all?" Without a moment's hesitation, you answered
"Open a bookstore café! With a small stage to host like poetry nights, small scenes, a fancy table to play Dungeons and Dragons. And sections specifically for queer and banned books right up front."
"It sounds wonderful. I’ve never played but I find the whole idea interesting. You Midgardians-" Loki paused, biting their lip
"Midgard… wait…you're from Asgard?" With some of the new citizens moving out of New Asgard, you'd had one or two Asgardian kids in your classes.
Loki looked at you curiously, their eyebrows ached. "Do you really not recognize me?"
You studied Loki's face. They weren't wearing makeup, but you still noticed their jaw line looked chiseled from ice. Forest green eyes that seemed to twinkle with golden flecks in the low light of the restaurant. You shook your head, worried you'd upset them.
Loki seemed to sigh, whether in relief of amusement you weren't sure
"I am Prince Loki of Asgard."
Suddenly it all clicked in your brain, your jaw dropping
"Oh..my god..i mean your highness? I mean,oh goodness…" you were suddenly flustered and Loki smiled
"Just Loki is fine from your lips, pet. Though you're simply adorable."
Taking a breath and gathering your thoughts, the first question out of your mouth was "What on are you doing in Provincetown?" Making both laugh
"How about we go for a walk on the beach and I'll explain everything?"
The sun was almost fully set over the horizon, reflecting off the beach to crate a picturesque moment between the two of you. Loki offered to carried your shoes as you walked along the now cooling sand; and you enjoyed wrapping your arms around theirs. Feeling safe and secure, not scared to be alone with them. You'd heard of Loki's vicious attack on New York, but you also had seen them working with the Avengers; helping take out Thanos and save the universe.
"Asgard is rather open; but there's something about Midgard queer culture that is so…fun." They smiled. "Plus, coming out here gives me a chance to hide in plain sight from my brother and his friends. They're not…so awful, I've even gone to New York pride with Barnes and Rogers. But Provincetown is so charming; so much art and culture, vibrant and full of life. Other Midgardians are so…boring.
"Yeah, Loki, they're straight." You teased. "I'm surprised you don't find me boring," you admitted.
"Perish the thought, darling. You're so creative and thoughtful. I'm going to have a talk with Stark. I'm sure there's a school in New York in need of a theater teacher. You'd fit right in."
Your heart swelled at the idea. A big city school, living near the Greenwich Village, art and culture on every corner? It was a dream come true…except…
"I can't, Loki. I have students who need me. I've got students trying to figure themselves out; they deserve to have someone like them in their corner. Someone has to teach them about ballroom culture." You teased.
"I understand completely. Do you think I could at least convince you to come visit me in New York?"
"Perhaps, it's a bit of a trip though."
Loki took your hands. "Do you trust me, darling?" They asked. And you nodded. "Yes, Loki." Leaning in close, Loki kissed you fully for the first time that weekend, their lips fitting against yours so perfectly.
They wrapped their arms around you, holding you close to their firm, strong chest. You closed your eyes as a warm gust of wind rushed around you. Opening your eyes and breaking the kiss, you saw you were standing in a lavish apartment that seemed to combine modern and what you assumed Asgardian culture. A real stone fireplace, but a decent sized TV; a plush looking velvet green couch and a dark wood coffee table that matched bookshleves lined with books of all sizes.
"Is this? Are we…?" You could hardly believe it. You knew Loki was a magic user but had no idea the extent of their powers.
"See for yourself, pet." Loki said, a smirk tugging at their lips as they gestured towards enormous floor to ceiling windows. Rushing over, you looked out and saw you were indeed overlooking New York City. You were in Stark Tower, in Loki's apartment.
"And you should see the bedroom…" Loki purred in your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping their arms around your waist.
"Would you care to show me?" You said back, biting your lip.
Guiding you down a hall lined with beautiful art, some that you weren't entirely sure were just copies of famous works, into a bedroom with a grand wooden four-post bed frame. Green sheets covered the surface, with gold trimming on the pillows and edges of the blanket.
"What beautiful craftsmanship." You breathed. Loki came up behind you, kissing your neck. "And helpful for…other things, if you're into that."
"I've been…curious. You admitted, feeling your face heating up. A few nips to your neck in between Loki's hot open mouth kisses had your knees shaking.
"I can take the lead." Loki offered. "Unless you're really curious about other things. I do have powerful transformation magic." The idea sent your mind reeling, and made your pussy even wetter, combined with feeling Loki's hard cock nudging against your ass.
"Perhaps…another time… Do we need a safe word?" You asked, breathily
"I'll go slow at first." Loki promised. "Let you see everything I do to you, and if you want me to stop at all, simply say frost."
"Yes…my prince." You breathed out, feeling their smile at the crook of your neck.
"I have to admit, hearing that from your lips does make me feel…" they let out a low groan "powerful…." Loki flicked their wrist and you felt the zipper on your dress slide down slowly as they pulled the straps down. Slowly, they let your dress fall, revealing A special lingerie set you'd purchased one of those silly Instagram ads; a black mesh bra and panty set with little rainbow embroidered all over.
"So adorable, my little pet." Turning you in their grip they kissed your deeply, their tongue running against yours, seeking access which you happily welcomed in. Even if your head was spinning a little bit
"Loki" you whispered, breaking the kiss. They let out a low noise to acknowledge you, continuing to kiss your cheek as their hands wandered up and down your frame.
"Is this...just for tonight?" You tried to keep your voice calm and level, not wanting to make more out of this than it might be. But Loki truly had you feeling SOMETHING special. Smiling gently, they pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing another soft kiss to your lips.
"I promise I will take care of you, however you need, pet. You didn't have to offer your hand, but since I've kissed it, I am at your command."
"Now I know why they call you silver tongue." You teased
"There's another reason, darling. Allow me to show you."
Lifting you, something that you'd never expected possible with your rubenesque form, and plopping you down on the mattress, which you found was soft as a cloud, leaning back against what felt like silk blankets and spreading your legs wide. Loki twirled their finger and suddenly soft ropes slid onto the bed like snakes, twisting in intricate knots to tie your limbs to the individual posts. They flicked their wrist again and slow jazz filled the room.
"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Or I shall prolong your pleasure." Unbuttoning their shirt slowly, then undoing their pants before pulling them down; their cock bouncing free from silk boxers. You were no stranger to toys of all sizes; though you had to admit a busy teaching schedule didn't leave much time to date. But Loki's cock had you trying to clench your thighs, the ties holding them wide open. Stroking it a few times, Loki growled.
"Such a desperate little whore. A perfect toy for a prince." The degrading words only heightened your arousal. Loki knelt on the bed between your legs. Still stroking their cock, they leaned down to kiss your inner thighs, getting closer to your cunt. "Absolutely soaking wet for me. I'm honored."
Licking a long stripe up your slit, your hips pushing up into their face as much as you could against the bonds. A low toe curling moan left your lips and Loki purred in return.
"Yes little pet. Dance for me." Focusing their attention with their tongue and lips on your clit, two fingers from their other hand came up to finger you, sliding in and out slowly. And that chill in their touch seemed even stronger now.
"Is that, your magic?" You panted
"Oh yes, pet. You'll find I'm full of surprises. All of which will drown you in unending pleasure."
Pressing up into your g-spot had you crying out in pleasure; Feeling the pressure of an orgasm build.
"Not so fast pet, I want to feel my cock buried in your warm wet cunt as it clenches me while you cum." Pulling their fingers from you and bringing them to their own lips, they laved their tongue over them. Then they traced them along your stomach in some kind of design.
"This will keep you from getting pregnant until we can discuss that aspect further."
"You…you want kids?"
"Perhaps, but nothing that must be decided now. For now, I want to spend every moment exploring every contour of your soft, pliant form." The words made you whimper in pleasure. You loved your body, but it wasn't always what partners were looking for. Hearing Loki praise your curves, drove you wild. Especially with the bite of harshness. Somehow Loki seemed to push every button you didn't know you had
Leaning over you fully, bringing their hands to fondle your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples which pebbled instantly at their cool touch. Kissing you again, your longed to wrap your arms around them, dragging your nails down their back. The restraint though was even hotter though. Feeling Loki's strong body on top of yours.
Rubbing their cock up and down your slit, they looked deep into your eyes. "Tell me you want this, my pet. Tell me you want to be claimed by me."
"Yes, Loki. My prince, please. I want your cock deep inside me." You pleaded. Worried your pillow talk sound like some lame porno, you closed your eyes. Suddenly Loki's thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, bringing their face so close to yours that you could feel their words on your lips.
"I Said. Eyes. On. Me." Their lips thundered down on yours, kissing you deeply as they thrust their hips forward. Moving their cock in and out of you, breaking the kiss as you gasped out in pleasure, your toes curling and you pressed your body up against theirs.
"Fuck, pet. Your tight quim was made for my cock. I've been thinking about doing this since I met you in that club. Thought of fucking you against the wall in that alley."
"Loki, fuck… You feel so good. More, please!" You begged moaned. One of Loki's hands moved between your legs, circling your clit and alternating speeds. "Fuck Loki..right there…"
"Trust me darling, I know just the right spots to touch and love. Advantage of having a very fluid partner." Loki's face shifted just a bit appearing more feminine before shifting back. The thought of fulfilling your fantasies only drove your pleasure further. Every moment of Loki's touch pushed you further to climax.
"Loki I'm..I'm gonna…"
"Me too, pet. Can I come inside you?"
"Please please please!" You panted, the idea sounding so hot to you. In a moment, your hips bucked up, your pussy clenching Loki's cock. They gave one final hard thrust and you felt them cumming in you, the warmth spreading and mixing with your own fluids. Loki fucked you through both your orgasms, grunting and groaning.
Finally, your brain started to come back down to your body. Loki's thrusts slowed and they lay on top of you. Their body on top of yours made you feel so safe and secure. Especially since your mind was spinning from all the excitement you were feeling. An amazing weekend topped off with fantastic sex with THE god of mischief. The realization started to make you laugh at how insane it all seemed.
Loki rested their head between your breasts, smiling. "What's so funny, pet?"
"I just had sex with the god of mischief. Whom I met in Provincetown, during pride month. It's just a little wild don't you think?"
"It is, but I think it's also a bit…" they placed quick kiss to your lips "Mischievous." Both of you laughed again before Loki waved their hand and the restraints fell off your arms. You brought them to wrap around Loki as they positioned you to lay on your sides.
"I told you darling. I was rather impressed by your knowledge. I had to meet the delightful little spark I saw on staging voguing to 'Born this Way' You bit your lip, feeling your face heat up.
Part of the show had involved a dance competition with the drag queen. You hadn't danced on stage since high school, but you thought of how you encouraged your students and felt the confidence to dance. Knowing Loki was in the audience, it made you feel seen, in a way you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.
"Thank you, my prince." You pressed a kiss to their cheek. "You've made this a perfect weekend." Suddenly a thought hit you.
"Shit, all my stuff is at the hotel. And check out is in the morning." Loki once again waved their hand and all your stuff appeared in a neat pile in the corner.
"Feel like spending the summer in New York, darling? The pride festival is one of hell of a time."
You snuggled closer to Loki. This was going to be quite the summer vacation.
