NYEH HEH... EHEHEH... ONE MOMENT PLEASE, I NEED TO COLLECT MYSELF NYEH HEH...
W-WOWIE! THAT WAS... THAT WAS CERTAINLY A KISS! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!!! W-WELL IF THAT WAS AN ATTEMPT AT GETTING A REFUND I APOLOGIZE BUT PLEASE READ THE SIGN! THERE ARE NO TAKESIES BACKSIES HERE THE SAME WAY YOU CANNOT TAKE BACK THE KISSES YOU HAVE PLANTED! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!!!
OMG THE HUMAN KISSED ME!!!! W-WAIT DID THEY THINK THIS WAS A KISSING BOOTH AND NOT A KISSES BOOTH... C-COULD I HAVE BEEN SHOWERED IN KISSES SO MUCH SOONER AND ALL I NEEDED WAS A POORLY MADE BOOTH AND CHOCOLATES? NYEH HEH... THIS WAS SURELY A VALENTINE’S DAY TO REMEMBER NYEH HEH HEH HEH...
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💗 💗 💗 Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone! 💗 💗 💗
Remember you are loved and appreciated! Treat yourself to something sweet or savory today if you can! I wish you all a very wonderful day of friendship, love, and more! ╰(*°▽°*)╯
You rolled your eyes when Thor lifted his hammer in one hand, a glass of wine in the other as he toasted to something or other for the thousandth time. He was so drunk off alcohol and attention that it was bound to happen again in the next fifteen minutes. After 472 years of witnessing party-Thor, you were getting a bit annoyed.
Crossing your arms as you leaned against the nearest pillar, you grumbled at the uncomfortable armour digging into your shoulder. It was a formal event, hosted by the King so you were compelled to wear your gold armour over your red formal gown, signifying your role as a royal healer and princess.
“Bored, pet?”
You flinched at Loki’s warm breath as it ghosted over your ear, nudging him with your elbow as he went to wrap his arm around your waist. “No, I absolutely love watching the Thor Show all day and night.”
Loki chuckled, not so subtly eyeing you in your armour and dress. “You and I both.”
“Quit it, Loki,” you grumbled, throwing up an energy shield with a flick of your wrist as you felt a tendril of his seidr attempt to caress your arm.
“Shouldn’t you be calling me ‘your Prince’, darling? We are in front of the whole court,” Loki purred, reaching out with a finger to brush an invisible thread off the neckline of your armour.
You knocked his hand away, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention to you two. “Fuck off, my Prince.” You blushed when you saw one of the men from Odin’s council eyeing you. A few centuries as Loki’s wife and you still were chastised for publicly showing affection.
Loki laughed, ignoring your warning and taking your hand. He gracefully pulled you through the crowd, who’s attention was luckily again on Thor as he toasted to yet another pointless declaration. You stayed close to Loki’s side, getting a whiff of his smoky, sandalwood scent as he led you to an empty hallway in the palace.
“Where are we--”
He cut you off with a kiss, a hand on the back of your neck as he tilted your face towards his and slowly licked into your mouth, warm and soft. You moaned quietly, hands gripping his waist as he deepened the kiss.
“I need you. Right now.” Loki whispered as he pulled away, eyes darkened with desire. It made you shiver.
You smiled, tongue flicking out at his bottom lip. “Such a bad boy, my king.”
A red glow enveloped you both as you used your magic to transport you to your shared chambers, your back hitting the wall almost immediate as he pushed you and started nipping at your neck.
Loki licked at your skin, grinning as he cupped your breast over your gown and earned a low groan from you. “You will ruin me, love.”
“Thought you needed me ‘right now’,” you teased, biting back a gasp as Loki slotted his thigh in between yours, his hands drifting down your back to rest on your ass.
“You just look so ravishing in this armour,” Loki murmured in your ear, tongue flicking out at your earlobe, causing you to buck up against his thigh. “Don’t want to rip it off of you just yet.”
You smirked, reaching a hand down and cupping the growing bulge Loki was pressing against your abdomen. “You look pretty good yourself, my Prince. All that’s missing is the crown.”
Loki growled, leaning down for another punishing kiss. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against his muscular thigh, a whimper leaving your lips as he pressed himself harder against you.
“How bad do you want me?” Loki panted, letting out a moan when your hand slipped underneath his ridiculously tight leather pants and began stroking his cock, already leaking pre-cum into your palm.
You chuckled, hitching your leg around his waist and sucking a bruise onto his exposed pale skin on his neck. “So bad, Loki.” He was thrusting up into your hand, the movements only bringing you closer to your own peak as you bit back a cry, running your fingers through Loki’s hair.
It was embarrassing how close you were just by rutting against his thigh, but Loki didn’t seem to be faring any better judging by the sounds he was letting out, face tucked into your neck and breathing brokenly.
You felt your orgasm approaching, tugging on Loki’s hair as it washed over you in waves, the echoed throbbing causing you to stop your movements on Loki’s cock for a moment.
“Fuck, Loki...” you sighed, your head falling back against the wall as you sunk down into his arms. When you opened your eyes, he was staring down at you with a gaze filled with lust, the ever-present cocky smirk on his lips. You slowly pulled your hand out of his pants, bringing your fingers up to your lips and sensually licking his pre-cum off of them. “Mhmm.”
The smirk slid off his face, the look turning predatory as he hoisted you up and into his arms, walking you towards the bed. With a swirl of both your red and green seidrs, both pairs of armour and formalwear disappeared, leaving you both naked as he lay you carefully down on the sheets.
You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, tracing your tongue up his neck and whispering, “Come on, silvertongue.”
Loki growled, sitting up and staring down at you like he was considering eating you alive. You smirked, stretching your arms above your head and licking your lips. “What, no clever comebacks?”
“Shut up,” he murmured, tickling the side of your ribs and causing you to shriek in surprise, bucking up into him and laughing. That caused your wet folds to inadvertently slide against his cock, pulling a moan from both of you.
Loki hovered over you and let his cock drag through your wetness again, panting into your neck. You ran your hands down his back, cradling him in between your thighs and digging your nails into his flesh when he unexpectedly bit down on your shoulder.
“Please, Loki--”
“Who do you belong to?” He asked lowly, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes. You felt yourself get even wetter-- you loved when he was like this.
“You, my Prince,” you gasped, tossing your head back when Loki began to trail kisses down your chest, taking a nipple between his lips and cupping the other with his hand, sending sparks of arousal down your spine.
But he wasn’t finished. “Say it again,” he demanded, pressing a kiss to your stomach before he settled between your legs, eyes locked onto yours as he waited.
You groaned, back arching when you felt his warm breath against your core. “I belong to you, Loki. I’m yours.”
“Good girl,” he grinned, dark and knowing, before his talented tongue licked at your slit and had you moaning again, hands tangled in his hair.
By now he knew exactly how to bring you to the edge, his long fingers and quick tongue hitting all the right places. You gripped onto the sheets, pulling at his hair harder than you would normally have if you had any capacity for thought. You moaned loudly, feeling his thumb expertly toy with your clit until you forgot how to breathe.
“Loki! Loki, I-don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cried out, the finally stroke of his tongue sending you through a full body orgasm that had you seeing stars. You finally breathed out when the waves of pleasure began to subside, feeling like you couldn’t move your limbs even if you wanted to.
Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled softly down at Loki as he pried your fingers from his hair, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looking up at you like you’d hung the stars and moulded the moon with your own hands.
He crawled back up your body, leaving gently kisses as he went, ending with a sweet kiss on your lips that still tasted of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing. “That was... okay, I guess.”
Loki laughed against your lips, rolled you until you were above him now, straddling his hips. “You’re right, I can do better.”
You smirked, grinding your sensitive but still wet folds against his cock, hard and leaking at the tip now. “My turn.”
You lifted yourself slightly and reached down, pumping his cock a few times before you guided it to your entrance and sunk down, letting out a moan that Loki echoed. He looked up at you, letting you adjust, sweeping a lock of hair off your forehead and memorizing the look on your face as you wiggled back until he was fully sheathed inside you.
“And who do you belong to?” You whispered, slowly grinding down, keeping him as deep inside you as possible. Loki’s grasp on your waist was sure to leave bruises.
Loki moaned into your neck, panting, “You, my princess, my love, my wife. I am yours, forever.”
You lifted up and began to ride him in earnest, hands on his chest for leverage as you found your rhythm. Loki was impatient, thrusting up into you as he chased his own release. You felt the sweat trickle down your back and in between your breasts, letting out a gasp of surprise when Loki suddenly flipped you.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, the change in position hitting a deliciously sensitive place inside you and causing you to shriek in ecstasy. The sound of your moans mixed with the slide of skin and the grunts from Loki had you clenching around him, so close you could scream.
“Yes, yes, Loki--!”
“Cum for me, my love,” Loki panted, a hand slinking down to rub at your clit and push you over the edge. You were coming all over his length, pulsing around his cock and muffling your cries by sinking your teeth into Loki’s shoulder, fingernails scraping down his skin as he let out an almost animalistic groan.
He followed you right after, emptying himself deep in your cunt and resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breathe.
He eventually slid out of you, his cum trickling down your thighs as he collapsed beside you and pulled you into his arms. You sighed, carefully licking at the mark you’d left on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the tender flesh. “Sorry about that.”
Loki chuckled, absentmindedly playing with your hair. “I doubt that’s the last mark you’ll leave on me tonight.”
“I could say the same about you,” you murmured, reaching between your legs and coming up with two fingers coated in his cum, bringing it to your lips and sucking them clean slowly.
Loki’s eyes darkened. “My dear wife. You are truly the best woman I could have ever dreamed of to be by my side.”
You laughed, sliding a hand in his hair and answering with a kiss, deep and messy. The night was only beginning.
BONUS- Morning after
Loki gently squeezed your hand as you walked with him to the dining hall the next morning, tugging at the collar or your dress in an attempt to disguise the bruises left on your neck. Loki noticed.
“Need to borrow a scarf, my love?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple before you hit his shoulder, making him laugh.
“Can I use it to strangle you?” you answered with faux-sweetness, leaning in to nip at his bottom lip when he went to kiss you.
Loki grinned, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Kinky.”
When you entered the dining hall, Thor immediately scoffed and threw a cheese biscuit in your direction, the pastry bouncing off Loki’s chest and onto the floor.
“Thor!” Frigga scolded, giving you an apologetic look as you took your spot beside her. Odin just stared blankly at his oldest son, second-guessing his decision to make him next in line.
“Your room isn’t right beside theirs, Mother,” Thor grumbled, still glaring over at Loki.
Frigga shook her head at Thor, turning to you and Loki with a smile. “They are newlyweds, let them be.”
“It’s been almost 500 years! At least give them their own wing in the castle already so some of us can sleep this century!”
Gotta go to work for ten whole ass hours today, and I’m closing too so I won’t be able to do anything but I’m off the next four days so whatever’s in the inbox, as well as follow backs will happen since I’m mobile bound and it’s a lil hard to read rules and about on app, and I’m super sorry about this!!! TvT but hey y’all mind if I cry over not BOTW game genshin impact super quick and over he??
18. How has their hair changed over time? What is their favorite hair style?
Tara has always liked her hair long! As a younging and padawan, it was almost always in a tight braid down her back, then as she got older she would tie the braid into a bun at the back of her head.
As a padawan especially, she would wear a partial head covering that covered the top of her head, but her favorite hairstyle is her traditional bun because it doesn’t get in the way!
23. Where would they fall on a politeness/rudness scale of 1-10 (1 being the most polite and 10 being the rudest)?
Honestly Tara would probably fall somewhere between a 2 or 3. She may come across as a 5 or 6 because of how stoic and serious she is sometimes, but she’s actually a deeply compassionate and empathetic person, and kind to everyone she meets!
The asks you’ve gotten the last 2 days are all me, I kinda got into PFW again so I ask a lot haha I’m happy you answer my questions I’m excited for future chapters^^
Also wow Sans is taller than I imagined :0 but thank you aaaaaaa
I don’t mind them at all!!! In fact they make me very happy because I don’t really get asks at all, so!!!! Thank you so much!!!! ;U;!!! ♥♥♥ I’m more than happy to answer your questions!!
And yeah, Sans is a bit taller than his canon sprite but uh... *eyes Grillby* ... *eyes ‘body logistics’* 👀💦💦💦💦💦💦💦💦
