make oneshots from time to time, if u want anything specific about a character just hmu and ill write about them! Also im taking free art commissions atm! ( ˘▽˘)っ
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Here's some of my art work if anyone hasn't seen :)
I'll be honest my art style does tend to change depending on my mood and whatever but ofc if anyone's not happy with the art style of the sketch I can change some things about it but I won't redraw the whole thing !
I do prefer to do waist up drawings too, so please keep that in mind >w<
Dude I have like 30 unfinished stories/fanfics in my notes or on wattpad☠️☠️🙏 I don't even know whether I should just publish them and see what people think at this rate..
The problem is I only write when I get inspired. Otherwise, I have like the WORST writers block ever. At the minute I'm continuing my handsome Jack x reader fanfic rn because I'm back in my borderlands phase lmao, but I've lwk realised NO ONE WRITES ANY GOOD FICS ABT MY MAN😭✌️
Like omg there's only one decent handsome Jack fanfic I've ever read and I always go back to it at least twice a year bc its so fucking good( I am heavily biased on this btw and I do not care😭🙏🙏)
But idk if I should post my story ideas on here to see if anyone would actually care to read them or what..
AI Yandere 🩵 Yandere AI Handsome Jack X Vault Hunter (☠ Him) Gender Neutral Listener (Borderlands)
AI Yandere (Scenario/Headcanons) Yandere AI Handsome Jack X His Killer Vault Hunter Reader (Borderlands/Tales From The Borderlands)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another video! this one is from Borderlands. Handsome Jack AI gets found by the vault hunter that killed him. You are that vault hunter and well handsome Jack was yandere for you once before and he still is! So good luck! Please enjoy this chapter here, muffins!]
(Disclaimer: Handsome Jack and AI Handsome Jack are not Yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons with AI Handsome Jack From Borderlands/Tales From The Borderlands X The Vault Hunter Who Killed Him Reader-
handsome jack enlists the services of bottle girl reader with some unique requirements.
fem!reader, drug use, daddy kink. suggestive 18+ mdni.
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He leaned down, and you watched the reflection in the slip of mirror kiss his skin, sharp nose running along the smooth surface.
Jack groaned, threw his head back and thumbed at a nostril, eyes rolling behind closed, fluttering lids.
“Want you to call me daddy, can you do that for me pumpkin?”
You watched the column of his toned throat bob, watched the light catch on the metallic clips of his mask for a moment before his head tilted forward once more, and then his eyes were on you. Hazed half-lidded electric blue and green burning a searing hole into you, dizzying color dwarfed by hungry black in the dim club lighting.
Sniffing, he wiped a finger along the mirror, collecting remnants of pale powder before he stuck his finger in his mouth, running the pad along pink gums, hollowed his cheeks a little to suck.
“Yes, daddy.” You responded, blinked up at him through dark false lashes, specks of glitter eyeshadow reflecting with each pass of the laser light over your face.
Jack slid his finger free with a ‘pop’, and fixed you with a lazy grin. That sharp, animal smile that had bandits and CEOs alike scrambling for their lives, and you weak in the knees. From either fear or desire you weren’t sure, maybe both.
The most powerful man in the entire galaxy, looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.
“That’s a good girl.” He all but purred.
Then his hands were on you. One big palm wrapped around the back of your skull, fingers looped through wild strands of hair to tug you toward him into a heated, open mouthed kiss. The other slipping it’s way between your quickly parting thighs, running rough over torn tights.
And when his tongue hit yours - teeth clashing, feral and obscene, biting and sucking like he aimed to devour you - your tongue buzzed, turned a little numb from the remnants of powder rubbed along his gums.
he's handsy, very much a 'needs to be constantly touching you' guy. his arm is wrapped around you, or his hand is on your leg, his hand in yours or shoved in your back pocket as you stand together. his elbow is brushing yours or he's entirely wrapped around you at home.
when he hugs you he's got his arms practically wrapped around you double, he squeezes you tight and it can be hard to get him to let you go. when you're on the couch together or in bed, he's similarly tangled around you. no inch of available skin not touching, sorta deal. he likes the reminder that you're there. that you're his.
so, in the aspect of kissing he's the same. all consuming, almost. his hands in your hair or around your waist or beneath your clothes even in chaste passes of affection. he's stopping you mid sentence to peck you on the cheek or the lips because all of a sudden he's overcome with the need to touch you.
kissing you is the first thing he does in the mornings, the most frequent thing he does all day, and the last thing he does at night. it's constant, almost, suffocating; his love for you. his reminders of his love and his ownership, both being the same in his eyes.
sometimes he's gentle, in quiet moments that call for it, but theres always that feeling of hunger beneath that. like he wouldn't stop if he didn't have to. unfortunately things like bodies and the need for air and general public opinion get in the way of that.
when jack kisses you, you can feel the love behind it. in the force and the feel and the tension that bleeds from him as he does it.
so its kinda like he's trying to eat you, i guess, but it's romantic
Hi! I was just wondering if I could request a handsome jack x awkward reader headcannons, if that's okay?
YESSS thank you so much! I tend to keep head canons short and sweet so this is very much appreciated with my currently tired self. I'll put this in the fluff section cause I don't want this to be anything angsty as of right now.
Borderlands #1 - Imagine (? Kinda?)
Character/s: Handsome Jack, Awkward! Reader
Warnings: Well it's Borderlands so you should prob be prepared for anything relating to that, but it's not focused on all that. Fluff (I know the Horror!)
Masterlist
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First off let's start with how you met. He, the show off big boss of Hyperion, and you, a low level worker just minding your own business, just happened to cross paths. Him being absolutely shameless just had to say something as he passed by you, "You're hot."
I know, he's so elegant with his words..
From then on, he kept noticing you pop up in communal areas. His eyes often scanned over crowds to find your face. You on the other hand, we're trying to avoid him. Assuming he was messing with you.
He got so fed up with looking for you, that oh! Look at you go, you suddenly got a huge promotion to the CEO's secretary.
From then on he's always trying to get your attention. Anything just for you to look at him. You, however, struggle to keep your eyes on his when he's talking to you.
He's the star of the show and you hide from the spotlight, and surprisingly he let's you stay in your shadows. He doesn't push you after a while and he actually treats you like a person, a friend.
He's secretly a nerd (as in its not part of his whole persona) so he will have an hour or two around lunch time ish and nerd out about some cool designs that he's gonna take credit for or some adjustments to the Loader bots.
You get a different Jack to everyone else.
You get Jack. The programmer, the space nerd, the hero. Whereas everyone else gets Handsome Jack, a massive jagoff.
(But we love him either way)
He's definitely been scary to you once or thrice. When he's screaming his head off with idiots that don't understand his 'genius', he's definitely snapped at you. Your shocked face usually snaps him out of it.
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That ended up going a bit longer than I originally expected but I wanted to try and not make it too long but not too short either. :)
Summary: For the girl who’s spent her life overlooked, he’s the one who sees everything.
Loki is not used to the quiet.
He had grown up with chaos—Asgardian politics, whispers of betrayal behind golden doors, the constant struggle to be seen. On Earth, chaos came in another form: traffic, coffee orders shouted over baristas, the strange human obsession with small talk.
But with Y/n, everything slowed down.
Until it didn’t.
Until he noticed—like he always did—that something had shifted.
“You stopped listening to your late-night playlists,” Loki said one evening, his voice barely breaking the silence between them.
Y/n looked up from her laptop, blinking at him from the couch. She’d been curled in her favorite blanket, the one with little embroidered constellations, typing half-heartedly at her thesis. “What?”
“Your music,” he clarified. “You haven’t played it in over a week.”
Her brows drew together, and he could see the moment it clicked.
“I guess I haven’t been in the mood,” she admitted, lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. “You really notice that kind of thing?”
Loki tilted his head. “Darling, you create a world with your music. I notice when that world goes quiet.”
She stared at him, stunned by the poetry in his words, and that familiar heat pooled in his chest again—the kind that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with being known.
The first time she caught him noticing, really noticing, had been over something impossibly small.
Her nail polish.
“Is that obsidian?” Loki asked, eyes narrowing as she flipped through a book at the kitchen counter. “Your polish. It’s not just black—there’s shimmer in it.”
Y/n looked down at her nails and let out a breathy laugh. “Wow. You’re right. It’s called ‘midnight magic.’ How did you know?”
He leaned in, pretending to inspect her fingers with casual interest—but his voice gave him away. “I know how your hands look when you’re wearing ‘espresso dusk.’ I liked that one. But this… this feels like armor.”
Her breath caught.
She didn’t say what it meant to her—that someone had actually paid attention without expecting something in return. That someone wasn’t trying to break her apart and analyze her, but simply… admire the way she came together.
He didn’t mean to make her cry.
It happened two weeks later, when she came home from class, the air heavy with exhaustion. She dropped her bag by the door and headed straight for the bookshelf, but stopped mid-step when she noticed what was sitting in front of it.
Her sketchbook.
Open. To the page she hadn’t touched in months.
A soft, steady voice drifted from the kitchen. “You used to draw here. Every night. I thought maybe… you forgot how beautiful your work was.”
She turned around, eyes glassy.
“Loki…”
He stepped out of the shadows with two mugs of tea, pausing when he saw her trembling.
“I wasn’t trying to push,” he said gently. “I just thought—if the reason you stopped was because you felt alone in it… you don’t have to be.”
She crossed the room in three steps and threw her arms around his neck.
He let her cry into his shoulder, hands holding her like he’d crumble if he ever let go.
Y/n had never dated someone like this before.
There were no grand declarations. No constant need to be the center of attention. Loki didn’t fight for spotlight—he thrived in corners, in observation, in presence. She’d once joked he was a ghost haunting her favorite places, but she hadn’t expected him to respond with:
“I only linger where I’m allowed.”
She hadn’t laughed. She had kissed him.
Now, months later, she realized that attention—real attention—was a kind of love language she hadn’t known she craved.
He noticed when she started journaling again and quietly replaced her empty pens with her favorite kind—.38mm gel, black ink. He noticed when her boots were hurting her and left a pair of worn-in slippers by the door. He noticed when she was fighting tears in the shower and sat outside the door, reading softly until her breathing evened out.
Not once did he ask for praise.
But gods, did he melt when she gave it.
“You’re impossible,” she whispered one night, fingers brushing his jaw as they lay in bed.
He looked at her from under heavy lids. “Why?”
“Because you know things no one else does. About me. And you never make me feel weird for it.”
Loki smiled, tired and real. “That’s because you don’t make me feel like a monster for being curious.”
Her heart cracked open in the most beautiful way.
He found her crying one morning over an old birthday card.
She looked up, embarrassed, wiping at her eyes. “It’s stupid. My dad wrote this before he passed. I forgot I had it.”
Loki knelt before her, reaching out slowly—always giving her time to pull away.
She didn’t.
He took the card from her hand and read the message, lips moving silently.
Then he looked up at her and said, “He called you ‘little light.’ Did you know that’s what I call you in Old Norse?”
Her breath hitched.
“I noticed,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, “that you always carry the people you love in everything you do. I think that’s why I fell for you.”
She kissed him like he was the only real thing in her life.
And for the first time in a long, long time, he felt like maybe he was.
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A/N: sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted, I’ve been so busy with work and applying to grad school but I got in!! Here’s a quick celebratory one shot for you freaks <3
Summary: when you’re exposed to a classified bioweapon, Loki assists with relieving your symptoms.
Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (do not do that), creampie, dubious consent if you squint, ye olde sex pollen fic

Your fingers twisted themselves into the thick fabric of your comforter, your opposite forearm burning with the effort of mercilessly working your clit.
After damn near half an hour of desperate and fruitless attempts at achieving relief, you were ready to sob.
You knew messing around in the Tower’s lab after a full day’s work was a bad idea but you had been so close to a breakthrough in your work with Dr. Banner that you convinced yourself you could push through the exhaustion.
Until you had shattered a specimen jar and exposed yourself to whatever the hell was in it.
It started with your heart rate rapidly increasing, followed by hot flashes and an incessant throbbing between your legs.
But despite your best efforts, it would. Not. Stop.
You continued to rub harsh circles over your clit, your back arching off your mattress as that familiar tension began to build low in your stomach.
And quickly dissipated.
Throwing open your nightstand drawer, you frantically dug through it in search of your vibrator, tossing various items haphazardly out of the way before finally spotting the bright pink silicone. You switched it on and quickly started working your aching clit, biting down on your lip at the contact. Your hips undulated unconsciously as you chased a climax that wouldn’t arrive.
Tears slipped down your face, a sob escaping your swollen lips. You rubbed your thighs together as you lay there, staring up at the ceiling and ready to scream. Despite your best efforts, your body felt achingly empty and your nerves were beyond raw.
It was well passed midnight at this point and you were out of viable options.
You knew in the back of your mind who would still be awake at this hour.
Just ask him, you internally scolded yourself.
Absolutely not. I can’t.
Why not?
You paused, realizing you didn’t actually have a reason.
Gritting your teeth, you forced yourself to sit up and pull on a rumpled t shirt from your bedroom floor, hissing between your teeth at the sensation of the cotton fabric against your overly sensitive nipples. You debated throwing your underwear back on for the sake of decency but decided against it, already overwhelmed by the oversized shirt.
Slipping out of your room and into the dark hall, you made your way to the all-too-familiar door.
Knocking quietly, you rubbed your thighs together and silently begged him to answer. An overstimulated whine escaped you as your shirt clung to the layer of sweat that had gathered on your skin, your arousal flushing your entire body with heat.
Just as you were about to knock again, you heard his footsteps on the other side of the door before it finally opened, revealing his towering figure.
“Loki, I’m—“
“You caught it too?” he interrupted, his voice low and rough. The sound made your core clench.
“I— what?” you asked, your confusion adding to your frustration.
Looking up at him, you finally noticed his disheveled state. His normally sleek hair was mussed, his face was flushed, and his breathing bordered on panting.
“Banner’s specimen. It got to you as well,” he stated plainly, his dark gaze locked on yours.
Your eyes dragged down the length of his body, taking in his shirtless torso and the hardened length straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, mouth beginning to water at the sight.
Meeting his eyes once more, you nodded frantically.
“Have you been able to…?” he trailed off, his breathing growing more erratic.
You shook your head, your thighs squeezing together to contain the slickness between them.
He opened his door just wide enough for you to enter and you quickly pushed your way inside. Before you could even turn around, his hands were on your hips, pressing you flush against his chest as he walked you backward against the door, pinning you against it.
You damn near keened as his mouth found your neck, licking and sucking your overly sensitive skin. Your back arched, pressing your chest up against his, drawing a husky groan from him.
“I won’t be able to stop,” he warned, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“Please just give it to me,” you whined, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes. He grunted and hiked your thighs up and around his hips, picking you up as though you weighed nothing before walking you to the bed.
His large form pressed you down into the mattress, his stiff cock brushing your thigh. You couldn’t help but moan as his mouth met yours, his tongue already working expertly against your own.
Your hips grinding together, you slid your hands up into his hair and pulled and felt him twitch in his pants. His hands found the hem of your shirt and yanked it up over your head, the sight of your exposed body drawing a groan from him. His head immediately dipped down to your chest to suck harshly on your aching nipples.
“Loki!” you gasped, back arching off the mattress.
He slid his free hand down to his waistband, pushing his sweats down his hips to expose his throbbing length, thick and flushed with need. He released your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and looked down at your dripping pussy, pumping himself desperately.
“You’re fucking drenched,” he grunted, slapping his tip on your swollen cunt.
“Just shut up and fuck me, please,” you whined, lifting your hips up to give him access.
Too desperate to come up with a quip, he pulled your knees up to rest on his broad shoulders before slamming his full length into your pussy. A lewd, high pitched moan escaped your lips as his thick cock stretched you open, arching yourself up into him for the umpteenth time.
You grabbed a pillow from beside you, pressing it against your face to stifle your cries of pleasure as he thrust into you, finally starting to relieve the ache.
Reaching one hand down between your bodies, you rubbed tight circles over your clit, pussy clenching around him. He slapped your hand away, replacing your fingers with his own. You were too far gone to snap at him for it. Your eyes rolled back as his tip brushed against your cervix ever so slightly.
“Fuck-,” he grunted, his breathing heavy.
Shifting his angle, he pulled your knees from his shoulders and pressed them up against your chest and hooked his legs around your thighs, folding you into a mating press.
His hips continue to piston into your own, the new position making your vision swim and your tits bounce with every thrust.
“Holy shit, Loki,” you gasped, throwing your head back against the sheets.
That familiar tension began building in your abdomen once more, your breathing becoming shallow as he pushed you closer to the edge. His pace quickened and you knew he was close behind you.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed between grunts of pleasure, his thrusts growing impossibly deeper.
“I c-can’t, I’m gunna- ah!”
“I’ve got you, my love, just breathe. I’ve always got you.”
You did as he said, your core clenching tighter around his thick cock as his hips rolled into yours. His fingers returned to circling your swollen clit, the friction finally pushing you over the edge.
Your body arched up as you came, pussy pulsing around his dick as you cried out and tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. He groaned above you as he spilled himself inside, your orgasm only intensifying at the feeling of his hot spend coating your cunt with every thrust as he helped you ride it out.
Releasing your legs, he collapsed on top of you, his breathing deep and skin warm against yours. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him locked in place as you damn near sobbed in relief.
Loki’s eyes met yours, the concern evident on his face.
“Are you alright, darling?”
You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“I’m okay, I just… need a second.”
“I’m here,” he mumbled softly, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.
The two of you stayed like that for several silent minutes, catching your breath and enjoying the feeling of your bodies still pressed together.
When your heart rate finally slowed, he gently eased himself out of you, leaving you feeling empty at the loss of contact. He stood and you looked up at him quizzically.
“I’m just going to get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back,” he chuckled.
You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to revel in the relief he had just granted you, your body finally relaxing.
He return with a damp cloth and began gently cleaning the mess you had made together, his hands warm and comforting on your skin.
“You know, if you wanted me to fuck you, you had only asked. Infecting both of us with alien pollen is a bit dramatic, darling.”
You threw a pillow at him halfheartedly, too spent to react to his goading.
Loki getting creampied and bred by dom male reader that is my requests
Author's Note: It's always a good day to breed the god of mischief 😌
Warnings: male reader, dom top reader, established engagement, anal, breeding kink, creampie, handcuffs, multiple orgasms and crazy stamina for both of you, mild hints of mpreg (nothing explicit)
Green star divider created by @/pixopix
Trickery is his specialty — but that doesn't mean that you aren't capable of a little trickery of your own.
To even get someone like him into this position is a mighty feat in and of itself. Not because it's impossible, simply because it takes careful planning from a mind that's equally as devious and cunning as his own.
An offhand compliment about his appearance today. Fingers gracefully teasing down his arms, tickling the hairs in such a way that makes goosebumps materialize on his skin. A little peck on the cheek, then another, and another, confessing that you adore your lover's gentle expression when you kiss him. Loki's immediate suspicion, countered by your hands in his, gliding along each digit so tenderly, yet clinging to them as if you can't let go. A flick of the wrist and a cheeky bite to his lip, and the next thing your lover senses is a pair of metal restraints clamped around his wrists.
But, with your arms so lovingly wrapped around his torso, and that deceptive smile tugging your lips upwards, he finds himself willing to go along with your game for the time being.
Another bruising thrust has the man's vision blurring for a second; static invading the edges of his sight as the lengthy cock digging around in his guts forces yet another embarrassing noise out of him.
Every drag, every movement causes the wettest squelching you'll ever hear, partially from the lube, partially from two thick loads you'd already squeezed inside of his body. As Loki's forehead presses down on the table, his own twitchy cock prepares for a release he'd been denied twice before, drooling enough that it could already be mistaken for his release.
You promised him that he could cum, but only once you'd filled him three times. (And every multiple of three… but he doesn't need to know how much you intend to breed him upfront~) So, with your hips snapping forward in a broken rhythm, and soft grunts next to his ear, Loki greedily accepts your offer, awaiting the familiar surge of your seed before he paints the ground with his own, trembling all the way through.
“Gnngh… gods, you feel good…” you groan into the crook of Loki's neck.
He knows the words aren't empty praise — most of your weight is pressing him down, and you're drilling into him like a desperate mutt, with a grip so secure that he swears you're trying to embed your fingerprints into his sides. Whenever you aren't letting him know how deliciously wet he is around your cock, your praise comes through in whines against his shoulder, teeth grazing his pale flesh in tandem with your thrusts. Surely, it isn't all bravado.
The stickiness between Loki's legs gets worse as your wild pounding pushes more and more cum out of him, dripping down his legs and adding to the wet cacophony of noises. If you look down, you'd be able to see the myriad lines connecting yourselves, a sinful mixture of your own fluids and your lover's precum becoming one lewd mess. Were his hands not bound behind his back, he would be using them to add even more into the wet mix, stroking himself in time with your rough hip work.
Your voice cracks as you feel yourself nearing yet another orgasm, sweaty hair sticks to the edges of your face, and you hold Loki's hips tighter while you warn: “Haah– close a-again… going to… mmfh-!! B-breed you, fuuuck!!”
That warmth floods his entire body for the third time this evening. A flush of heat, creeping across his skin and stirring deep in the pit of his stomach.
‘Breed’. What a choice word for you to use — and a filthy one at that. Implying a sense of ownership, or type of procreation. …He'd be lying if he said that the implications of that didn't make his heart skip a beat. And the reaction between his legs isn't lost to you either…
Loki's breath hitches upon feeling your body come to a halt, burying your dick up to the hilt. Between three fat loads and your tip hammering them further inside, he's starting to feel bloated… if his belly bulges, wouldn't it look like he's…?
It's not particularly easy to piece his thoughts together with the way you're rutting into him, grinding so deep that his feet lift off the ground, but Loki manages to ask his question while catching his breath.
“That word you used, darling…” he swallows thickly, turning his head so you can hear him a bit clearer. “what was that about?”
Still connected by the hips, your dick already becoming soft after so much overuse, you tuck a lock of silky hair behind your beloved's ear. “You'll have to be more specific, love. I'm drawing a blank here.” an exhausted chuckle follows your sentence.
“I heard you use the term ‘breed’…?” he clarifies. An air of uncertainty in his words that you're not used to.
Hearing him actually say that out loud, well, you'd be crazy not to be a little hot and bothered. An embarrassing flush spreads beneath your skin at the reflexive twitch in your cock, and the realization that Loki probably felt it. “Oh, w-well… yes, that is the word I used…” you trail off. Your mind becomes lost amongst the various thoughts of your future, the expectations placed upon both your shoulders and your fiance's, and your own selfish desires.
A slight jingle followed by warm fingers curling around your wrist pulls you right out of your daze. That familiar touch that always grounds you when you're floating off in space.
“Out with it then, something has been bothering that pretty head of yours for days now.” Loki flips himself on the table. His gaze is expectant and slightly annoyed — as it usually is whenever you keep things from him, good or bad.
His palms cup your cheeks, and it's as if those worries that plagued you melt right off into the ether (even if the handcuffs hanging off one wrist look a bit silly).
One look into your darling's eyes has a confession rolling off of your tongue easily. “It's just… we're going to be married soon, and with marriage comes certain expectations from our parents…”
“You're not talking about political status, are you?”
You shake your head, face burning up as the truth finally slips. “No, I'm talking about them wanting grandkids, sweetheart.”
Left without words, Loki blinks in astonishment. Grandkids. Kids. YOUR KIDS?! Together?!
Now this is something that genuinely stops the trickster in his path. You mean to tell him that you've been thinking about– no, fussing over the prospect of–
“Ah, I see,” he clears his throat, squirming as the fluid leaking out of his hole becomes undeniably more arousing than before. “and this is the only thing bothering you?”
You're quick to nod, alleviating your betrothed's worries on sight. “Besides a few pre-marriage nervous jitters, yeah. I'm just worried that I won't be able to deliver, haha…” the laugh falls clumsily from your lips, concealing a hint of insecurity.
But Loki won't have any of that. The handcuffs are back around both wrists immediately — you'd never know they were never off to begin with. His hands lift over your head and rest on the back of your neck, pulling you down into a gentle yet passionate kiss.
“Mm I don't know, if you ask me, I'd say you'll be quite thorough with this matter~” he purrs against your lips, spreading his legs underneath you. You're greeted to the sight of his already used hole presented just for you, and you easily take the bait.
A few strokes and the sight of your beloved so driven after your little chat is enough to get you hard again, easily sliding right back inside those warm walls.
You're yanked closer, buried in the crook of Loki's neck once more, trapped by his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist, rutting into him. He's still pleasantly tight, squeezing you in just the right ways that have your vision faltering.
On instinct, you keep your arms wrapped around your soon-to-be husband's body, dwarfing him in your shadow as your hips continue to pound him hard enough to leave stinging red marks. His body sucks you in without a second thought, eating up every inch. You tremble, and whisper 'I love you' into your darling's ear before cumming hard, turning the slick plaps from your bodies even sloppier as your seed overflows.
Never in his life has Loki felt so stuffed. You've filled him multiple times, each load is just as thick as the last, and you kept fucking it deeper inside, leaving little opportunity for it to leak out. Even now, pulling everything except the tip out and watching your own sticky fluids gush out and dribble down Loki's inner thighs, you swiftly angle his hips so that the rest can't escape from his fertile hole.
And after your conversation, it seems a fire was lit within yourselves, dispelling whatever exhaustion would have followed. Surely Loki's parents wouldn't be too upset with their son getting knocked up before the wedding… it's only a few more rounds…
Reader and Loki get rough housing a little too much <3
﹛"Hey okay do i have an idea for you play fighting with loki he accidently hurts you then freaks out thaaaank you. Like he acts all big and mighty UNTIL he accidently hurts then he is a small worm trying to apoglize."﹜
I kinda sorta turned this into a mini oneshot since I liked the idea so much lol. Thank you, requester!
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You know, Loki, being a 1,048 year old nordic god, wouldn't make you think that he could have so much energy all at once, but that is a terribly inaccurate assumption. You see, he tends to get these random bursts of seemingly endless energy from time to time throughout the day. One moment, he could be peacefully sitting on the balcony reading a book in silence, and the next, he could be an absolute terror.
He's basically a cat prone to zoomies.
It was a random Wednesday at 2:47 in the afternoon when it hit him, that familiar feeling when he just can't sit still to save his life, and, naturally, you were his target.
Next thing you knew, you're in a wild sprint for your life, dodging furniture, and even other people, as he chased you throughout the gilded palace walls. He was hot on your tail. He could have caught you with ease or even used his magic to make you stop, but where would the fun in that be? He loves a good chase, especially when you're the prize at the end of it.
"You know you can't escape me, darling!" He called out in full confidence, a devilish smirk clear in that silken voice of his,
"If you give up now, I might grant you mercy... if you beg for it!"
Gods, he's head over heels for you. He never imagined himself, Loki, the god of mischief, to actually feel something so real for anyone. Even more than that, he never imagined anyone could feel something so real for him. All his life, he lived within his elder brother's shadow. For centuries, he searched and searched for anything or anyone that could make him feel...worthy. Seen. Important. Give him the love and care and attention he so desperately craved. Of course, that someone turned out to be you.
There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. If he could hold the entire universe in the palm of his hand, he would wrap it up and give it to you as a present just to see your eyes light up at the sight of it.
A shiver of nerves mixed with excitement traveled down your spine at his words that echoed behind you. Your heart thumped harshly against your chest.
Being chased by Loki whenever he was in the midst of one of his energy bursts was always a thrill, to say the least. He spoke as though he might either kill you, or devour you by the end of it, yet the result was always the same: a bit of rough housing, a couple (a lot) of stolen kisses, and ending up sprawled out on the floor in a mess of giggles and soft panting.
You didn't dare look back, knowing that if you did, you very well might trip and be forced to face the god's empty threats. No, you kept on going and going, which only served to motivate Loki to move faster yet, his long legs carrying him swiftly over the stone floors, almost as though he were gliding rather than sprinting.
It wasn't long until he had you cornered. You made the foolish mistake of running straight into his chambers, which he immediately followed you into and slammed the door shut behind him, locking it with a flick of his wrist and a small puff of green smoke.
You idiot.
"Well, it appears you've no escape now, my little vixen," he flashed a sharp grin as he strode over to where you were at the other side of the room, as though he were coming to collect what was his. Which... wasn't far from the truth.
You attempted to make an escape and slip past him, but that didn't slide. He instantly reached out and caught you by your waist and snatched you right off of your feet with a victorious "gotcha!", causing you to yelp as he pulled you back against his firm chest.
"Loki! Let go!!" You protested in a playful manner, squirming against his tight grasp. You pounded a fist against his hands that gripped your waist, not hurting or deterring him even a little. In fact, your actions only made him laugh.
"Ah! Trying to get away from me, are you??" He teased. Just then, he shifted and threw you down over the side of the bed, making you land and bounce on your back with an "oof!"
Loki then boxed you in with his body before you could move and held onto your shoulders, bouncing you on the bed while proudly announcing that 'he got you' in a tone that was almost hushed, yet excited like a child that's had too many sweets. He wasn't necessarily being rough with you, but his actions were a bit dizzying.
He then began to pepper chaste kisses over your face, starting with your cheeks, your temples, your nose, your lips-- just everywhere.
"You aren't so tough now, are you?! Look at you, you're like a pathetic little bug under me!"
The air was filled with giddy giggles and chuckles that were emitted from both his and your lips. It was a scene he wouldn't DREAM of allowing anyone else but you to be a part of. Heck, he wouldn't want anyone else to even have the knowledge of the fact that he's even capable of participating in such tender and wholesome activities.
Nope, these things strictly stay between you and him.
"Okay! Okay, You got me! I give up!" You finally gave in, raising your hands above your head in surrender. Loki paused for a moment, still panting and smiling like a idiot.
"Do you truly??"
"Yes!"
"I don't believe you!" He then roughly pulled you up to your feet by the fabric of your shirt and backed you up against the wall, not realizing how rough he was getting until...
Thud!
...your head bumped the wall behind you.
Ohhhh no. Oh no... What had he done??
"Ah...oh, Loki!" You hissed, playful demeanor now gone as you gingerly held a hand to the back of your head. You didn't want to be upset with him, but that hurt like Hel. He had quite the tendency to get carried away with this stuff sometimes without even realizing it.
His emerald eyes widened, and his heart sank at the sight. No, no, no, he didn't mean to actually hurt you. He was just playing around-- that wasn't supposed to happen! He immediately let go of you, body language shifting in an instant.
"Damn it..."
Loki reached out a hand to carefully touch your head, feeling the need to check you over and make sure you were alright, silently cursing himself for getting so carried away.
"Let me see, let me see..." he muttered, a sharp pang of guilt stabbing his side when his fingers brushed against the mildly sensitive spot and you winced slightly. He cursed under his breath and pulled your body a little closer so he could get a better look and make sure it was nothing too serious. It most certainly wasn't, but he wanted to make sure. He's a literal god, and you're just his fragile little Midgardian. It wouldn't take much for him to accidentally hurt you, as this recent event proved.
He continued to fuss over you, whispering reverent apologies as he took you into his arms and held you close to his chest, as if to protect you from any further harm.
The pain wasn't really that bad now. It had only lasted a few moments, but when he still continued to coddle you, you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a softened smile, knowing this was now your fate, sealed in his arms with no escape. Which, by the way, is not a bad fate, really.
"I'm sorry, love," he murmured as his lips brushed against your hairline, placing a feathery peck there. He was completely calm now, his previous burst of energy hibernating deep down inside for another day. He made a mental note not to let himself get so out of hand next time, as this resulted in a less than pleasant experience for you and a rather large case of embarrassment for him.
"You're sure you're alright? Because if the pain resum-
You abruptly cut him off by shushing him and pressing the tip of your finger to his lips, to which he was unsure if he should be slightly surprised or mildly offended. Either way, it made you chuckle.
"I'm fine, Loki, I promise," you reassured him with a small, almost teasing smile, "you just... need to learn how to be a little more gentle, that's all. It's alright..."
Loki couldn't help but be put a little more at ease by the lack of a grudge in your voice. He was honestly embarrassed that any of this happened in the first place, as well as for freaking out so much when your 'injury' was pretty much nonexistent, but he just couldn't help it. He's pathetic when it comes to you.
It had taken him many, many years to face that fact without letting his pride flare up, and he still struggles it from time to time, although that makes it no less true. You're his weakness, and that's just the truth.
He sighed and rested his forehead against yours, "yes, yes, I know... I'm sorry, darling..."
There were those words again. Those soft, genuine words.
A short silence stretched on as you both stood there, his strong arms enveloping you entirely. He soaked up all of the warmth and comfort that your presence could offer him, which is quite a lot. Tender words in an ancient translation of Norwegian fell from his lips and skimmed over your skin, sending gentle shivers down your spine...
"Tilgi meg, kjære... vær så snill, frykt ikke meg og mine lidenskaper..."
NEW HARLEY DRAWING!! 🥳🥳 I actually love how this turned out😭🙏 I've also just come to terms with that I'm not great at rendering stuff but yah at least my drawings aren't all flat colours I suppose I do add shading bc I'm too lazy to do anything else icl 😂
I drew ts last week as well I just forgot to post it so before everyone starts to think I'm some crazy speed drawer LMAOO
