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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Final Bids: Love Wins [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: (20) A loved-up Loki has a surprise or two for you in his chambers. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Hostile Fluff. Language. Biker! Loki 'fit cameo. (w/c 3.8k)

You and Loki hadn't stop kissing from the moment the elevator closed to the moment it slid open on the sixty-fifth floor. You had run out the main doors of the event suite with the stares of bemused looking spectators following you, the crowd parting. There was no looking back as Loki’s fingers grasped your own, knitted tightly.

He was still bare-chested, the button of his trousers still undone. Hair was wild, cheeks hot, smiles wide as cat-calls and ringing shouts of ‘finally’ followed far beyond the lavish foyer.

Your searching hands clawed at his naked back as he pressed you against the glass wall of the lift. Floor disappeared below, winding higher as you moaned into his open mouth.

“Come on…” he muttered, eyes flashing with mischief before yanking you out the open elevator doors and around the corner towards his rooms. His sanctuary. He strode ahead, making you teeter on your heels as you tried in vain to keep up. With an impatient growl, he spun - lifting you effortlessly around his hips. You gasped, a giggle escaping as his features retained their set determination. “You were taking too long. As usual. ” he growled, taking several more strides before slamming your back against his front door.

Loki’s hand at your back blanketed the impact as his lips ravenously enveloped your own. The god’s tongue swept inside your mouth, a mewl sneaking from your throat as you turned to messy putty beneath his possessive wiles. Somewhere, there was a low beep. The door fell open. Loki stumbled inside, holding you steady with one strong arm. His tongue never left your mouth as you groaned against him, his furiously hard cock pressing eagerly against your inner thigh. Reluctantly, he lowered you the floor, spinning you gently to face the room beyond the entryway. You gaped, taking in the lavish dark furnishings you had only imagined as you touched yourself beneath your bedsheets in the dead of night. Thick velvet curtains hung closed against the windows; green, of course. The scent of rich mahogany filled the air, shy curls of smoke wafting from dozens of candles set on the bookshelves which lined the living room. A fireplace that you were entirely sure wasn't to code suddenly roared to life in the corner. To your right, you could just see a sliver of a majestic bed-frame through the crack of a door. Looking back to the room at hand, you suddenly realised you had company. Of sorts. Nine mannequins were placed in a semi-circle at the far corner of the room, giving them the look of some sort of macabre council. Loki’s warm breath fanned your ear as he stooped to speak, noting your interest. “Do they bring back fond memories, darling?” he purred, making you shiver. The wetsuit, the biker ensemble, the kilt, the fencing pants, the captain’s uniform, the slutty caftan, the Tudor king, the wolf fur, the holy vestments – they were all here. “I thought you would appreciate a reminder of our journey together on this auspicious occasion.” he whispered slowly, measuring your reaction. You giggled, throwing a glance over your shoulder before moving towards them to investigate. “What would you have done with these if I’d not...you know, done what I did downstairs?” “Burn them, obviously.” “Obviously.” you replied dryly, pinching the edges of the wetsuit and running your fingers down thoughtfully. It feels like so long ago. “Although I was quietly confident that my masterplan would yield fruit.” he smirked, perching elegantly on the armrest of hi sofa. “Master-plan...” you scoffed derisively, gravitas quashed by the unshakeable grin stretched across your face. “Keep telling yourself that, Laufeyson.” Minutes passed as you inspected each piece while Loki watched in silence, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I thought I would allow you a choice of attire for us to consummate our truce.” he said, slowly rising and circling behind as you paused in front of the ravaged kilt hanging on its holder. "Truce? How romantic." you murmured sarcastically, hearing the tap of his dress shoes against the mahogany floor. The mannequins were an exact replica of Loki’s frame, you realised, running your hand down the rough woollen sash. You shivered, remembered the sight of his war-stained features surfacing between your spread thighs on the wet battlements. Loki’s hips pressed against your ass, his hard stomach moulding to the shape of your spine as he loomed behind you. “Can’t you see which one I’d choose, the whole mindreading-whatever-it-is?” you said absent-mindedly, snapping a long strap of the fencing pants for effect. Loki chuckled. “Oh, that." Loki drawled. "With some difficulty, I fashioned an enchantment so that I cannot see too deeply. I have cut myself off, as it were. It is only an aura of your mood that I have access to – and nothing to be done about that. Unless your love for me wanes, of course.” You turned, unable to disguise your shock. “What?! Since when?” Loki's features twisted in an apologetic grimace. “At the faire...I began to delve too deeply. I knew that you did not approve, I felt...guilty." He paused, surprised at his own revelation. "Was I wrong?” he added, brows slanted. “No I just…” you started sheepishly, biting your lip. Your eyes widened. “But some of the things you said in Rome, the little comments, the-” “About you wanting me, you mean?” Loki scoffed gently. He shook his head. “Any fool could see that, darling. My brother, for one.” You turned away, closing you eyes as you tried to process how unbearably in love with him you were. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest. He really is full of surprises. “You could have told me.” you said with a feigned air of annoyance, fingering the intricate embroidery of the sheer caftan. “And lose my advantage in our little tirades? I think not, Agent.” Loki purred, eyes burning with mischief. “Besides, I do not need magical abilities to read you.” You could feel his soundless approach, the warmth of his bare chest inches from your back. “Now choose, please.” he whispered, a wandering hand slipping around your waist. Your palm slid up his cheekbone from behind, pressing him against the crook of your neck. “I don’t need a costume, Loki” you whispered, turning. “I just need you.” The god chuckled into your hair. “Are you sure they didn’t help pave the way to your heart? I thought it would be...romantic.” You rolled your eyes. “Well they didn’t hurt.” You ran your eyes down the white captain’s uniform pressed neatly against its mannequin. “But really…” you said, sliding your palm over Loki’s shoulders. “I just want you, Loki. All of you.” The god’s brow furrowed, a bob in his throat as his mind fought to catch up. “I see.” he managed to say, catching on his tongue. There was a pause, as Loki’s stare searched yours. “Is it really so hard to believe?” you said, cupping his jaw. “That I love you?” Loki nodded once, his gaze lowered, lashes spread in a perfect fan against his skin.

“Why?” you whispered, knowing the answer. But it seemed important that he say it. He swallowed.

“You must understand I have never been most people’s favourite person. In this realm or any other. ” he said bitterly, avoiding your eyes as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Anyone’s favourite person, in truth. To be loved. It is rather a strange concept to me.” His eyeline staggered upwards, reluctantly meeting your gaze. “But I am trying.” “I know. I’m sorry about all the red stuff – the dress was an accident but the bra and the g-string I didn’t know-” Loki’s finger pressed to your lips. “Do not apologise.” he murmured. “Just promise me that you shall not lie with him when you tire of me.” You couldn’t help the gasp of laughter that erupted against his finger. “Tire of you?” you choked. “I don’t think that’s likely.” Loki raised an eyebrow, making your features straighten. “But I promise, I will not…” you wrinkled your nose, “...lie with Thor.” The god nodded regally, accepting your pledge. The tips of his cheekbones had flushed palest pink. “I love you.” you said softly, capturing his fingers as they brushed your collarbone. “I love you.” he replied with a shy smile. His voice was rich and warm, the tenor sinking into your soul like salve. “But it is more than that…” he added mysteriously, his tone deepening. You felt the familiar zing of arousal between your thighs, the eroticism of his power building in earnest. “I have burned for you, every cell of my being yearning uncontrollably since the moment you first cut me with that sharp tongue.” he murmured, sweeping hair from your neck. “It is a need, an obsession. And the obsession of a god is not easily swayed. I hope you are prepared for that.” His parted lips danced across your shoulder, as your hands slid beneath his armpits and between the muscled blades. “I could not bear to think that you would never be mine-” he growled, “not after all the times before, and never like this...never as-” “-Real.” you gasped, as he placed a gentle bite on the curve of your neck, a deep moan filling the space. “Real.” he echoed quietly, before placing a soothing kiss on the mark he had left. “I could not bear it.” His eyes met with yours, glassy with emotion. “I thought...that the only way to harvest the passion I desperately craved from you was-” “-by being an asshole?” you postured, raising your brows. Loki smiled sheepishly. “You gave as good as you got, darling.” he murmured, his hand beginning to toy with the zip of your dress. “Better, some might say.” you gasped, feeling the tug of your seams coming loose. “In your dreams, Agent.” Loki whispered, as your dress pooled around your ankles. “And besides…” he quipped, walking you backwards through the living room towards the king bed next door. “One cannot accuse us of being predictable.” “Perish the thought.” you said, as the back of your knees hit the firm mattress. Loki lowered his chin to his chest, the fire in his eyes that burned right before he fucked you smouldering with new intensity. “My love…” he hummed, possessively sliding his hands over your ass and squeezing. “My love.” you responded with a gasping groan, the curve of your lips cresting each vowel like a breaking wave. “Choose one.” he growled, a ragged moan vibrating in his chest as he slipped his hand inside your panties. “I must insist. For old times sake.”

Your eyes flickered to the row of mannequins just visible outside the door. “The b-biker…” you stammered, as Loki’s digits began to play lazily against your soaking slit. “Mmm” he hummed, knowingly. “I’m sure the garments for that particular ensemble isn’t the only thing you desire from it, my love?” My love. You would never tire of those words from his lips. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as Loki’s suit trousers began to turn to scuffed black denim beneath your touch. The fingers digging into his back suddenly had a thin layer of fabric between his flesh and yours; the scent of old oil wafting from the cotton. Cool, heavy metal swung against your chest as he shoved you playfully back onto the bed, watching as a familiar vintage leather jacket unfurled over his torso. The god chuckled, seeing your legs widen as you drew your feet onto the mattress; sinking into the thick crispness of his duvet. He ran a hand through his hair, a trail of seidr rendering it wild. Your breath skipped as you saw the outline of the deep scar through his eyebrow form, ink flourishing on both sets of his knuckles. C.H.A.O.S. You shuddered, ass clenching. The crossed daggers flourished in all their glory over his heart, the edges faded as old tattoos do. Loki’s fingers toyed teasingly with the buckle of the studded belt, hanging sluttishly around his hips. “Do you want me to be a bad boy, Agent?” he growled, untamed hair falling in waves against his sharp cheekbones. “You’re always a bad boy.” you purred, making Loki wink before he cleared his throat. “Well, I better not disappoint then.” he postured, sinking into character as he lowered himself on top of you. The leather creaked against his biceps as he braced, the stretch making you clench as he descended on your mouth in a mess of teeth and tongue. You thrust upwards, the thin fabric of your wet gusset colliding with his belt buckle. Loki chuckled, scooping you upwards. He knelt on the bed, ass resting on his worn combat boots; shifting so only one of his denim-clad thighs sat between your spread legs. “Use me.” he rumbled, lowering his chin as he began to rock your hips back and forth. Friction made delicate skin sizzle as he set your pussy alight, every whimper met with enthusiastic sighs of pleasure and praise. “That’s it, darling…” he groaned as you grasped at his hard cock beneath the tight denim. Searching.

He was a mess of adulation, words unsaid for too long spilling from his lips with every flame of climax blossoming in your belly. “I’m for your pleasure, now.” he gasped, gyrating his hips as you rocked against his thigh. “Always...take it. Take i-it, my love. It’s y-yours. I’m..f-fuck, I’m yours.” Your nails dug into the leather covering his shoulders, marking the soft material as you came undone against him. “Loki...y-yes..uhhh” you moaned into his open mouth as he gazed up at you, rough ebony curls thrown back. One of your hands fell to his chest, catching on the loop of the pendant hanging against his heart. The slicing angle of Loki’s jaw was poised, lips parted. His eyes were wide, brow creased as you came with a grateful cry of his name. He continued to guide your hips back and forth while your grip tightened and then relaxed. You burrowed your face in the curve of his neck, noting the musk of Croatian alcohol and smoky bars that still clung there. “I do so love watching you cum…” he murmured shyly, as you began to pull wantonly at his belt buckle. “Well I love watching you cum” you said, pressing your lips together in a coy smile. “So I guess that works out, doesn’t it?” Loki’s hand ran through your hair, tugging your head back before he placed a messy suck to the pulse point. “Mine.” he growled breathily, as your fingers raced to undo his belt. “Leave it…” he muttered, making your hands fly to his leather jacket, forcing it roughly over his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, the low thump of his combat boots hitting the floorboards making your whole body shiver. He shuffled backwards, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Are you ready, love?” he muttered seductively. You nodded, your feral desire barely contained as you bounced on your knees. Instinctively your fingers rubbed his violently hard cock through the rough denim, feeling for metal. The god hissed as your fingers caught against the tip. "Oh, it's there." Loki purred knowingly, whipping the belt from its holster and slowly rolling down the zip. You licked your lips, seeing the majesty of his pierced cock bob into view. Wordlessly you leant forwards, sucking the moist head of his manhood against your tongue with a calculated swirl. You tugged the silver barbell, flicking. Loki whimpered, steadying himself against the bedpost. “F-fuckk, darling…” he gasped quietly. “I shall n-never be prepared for that.”

The metal balls of his piecing were cool against the heat of your mouth, rolling them against your searching tongue as he groaned above you. A metallic taste rose against the warmth of his sweetness, the god's musk swirling intoxicatingly against the sharp tang of steel. Saliva leaked out the sides of the join, letting it coat his cock as you slid back and forth, sucking gently. Your lips tightened, the stroke of your hand against his thick, slippery shaft making his hips jolt. “Won’t l-last l-long…gods-” he rasped, gently winding the hand not steadying him into your hair.

Your own whoreish moans burned deep in your eardrums, mouth stuffed with his girth as you felt him begin to tremble. “D-don’t stop…” he panted, as you increased your pace. “Do you w-want me to cum in your...fuckkk-your mouth, p-precious one?” Loki stammered with difficulty, his breath catching as his hips began to tremble. You groaned enthusiastically, vibrations making his balls tighten. You heard a low crack of wood, Loki’s grip making the wooden bedpost split beneath it. A thundering moan ripped from above, hot cum flooding your tongue; dripping down your throat as you swallowed against the tip of his thick cock.

You released him with a messy pop, tugging once more at the piercing while gazing up at the dishevelled god with pure love. His bliss-drunk eyes lazily searched your face, hovering on the slick of his delicious cum coating your lips. He licked his own. “We can do the rest later, don’t worry.” you cooed, sitting up on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki chuckled, delicate skin creasing at the corners of his eyes. “Ah! About that-” he smouldered, before falling forwards and pinning you beneath him on the bed. “Gods have a very short refractory period. I’m delighted to inform you that we can fuck endlessly, if that is your desire.” There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched your jaw drop.

“You mean all this time we could have done it twice?” “More than twice, darling.” he jibed, feigning offence. “But to be frank, typically the mood had been ruined by one of your mid-coital insults by that point.” “My insults?!” you huffed, feeling his cock growing hard again against your thigh. Loki kissed you deeply, making your back arch as you felt the tingle of his seidr evaporate the rest of his biker clothes. He slid a finger through your folds, moaning appreciatively. “Wet, warm...perfect.” he muttered, curls grazing against your cheeks. You felt the metal balls of his piercing on the wide tip nudge against your entrance, the coolness tingling against your heat. Twin moans filled the air as he squeezed himself past the tight opening, Loki’s eyes rolling back before they fluttered closed. He bottomed out with a low pant of pleasure, a final thrust of his hips making the metal spheres tug against your deepest walls. The metal stud fastened to Loki’s pubic mound pulled gently against your clit, every slow roll of his hips making you rock into him. “Loki...f-fuck, I’d f-forgotten-oh god..oh g-god.” you panted, as his knees widened on the bed. The base of his flat stomach was pressed to your own, the thick veins running along his biceps bulging as he thrust into you in mind-altering waves. “Let yourself go, my love...there is no limit anymore. Not with us.” he praised, as your fingertips sank into the taut muscle of his ass. Effortlessly, Loki raised himself from his forearms; angling his hips so only the tip of his cock remained inside your wet cunt. “Loki...please” you begged, squirming beneath him. He smirked, beginning to make small thrusts against your g-spot. Your head slid back against the pillow, back arching. “Fuck-Loki...y-yess oh-god.” It caressed the swollen spot inside you, tingling with the urge to burst while the piercing rubbed on either side. It was heaven. “Cum for me, lov-ve.” he murmured, his voice breaking on the final syllable. Your hands fell back against the pillows, fingers curling around the antique brass railings of his bed-frame. Loki growled through shallow pants, his large palms cupping the joint of your hips as he guided you back and forth on his mighty cock. “C-come in me, Loki…” you whined, chin pointed to the ceiling as every muscle in your body screamed for release. "Own me, you fucking own me."

You were a writhing mess of pure sex, every swing of his hair; every harsh exhale of air from his throat a primal cacophony of lust and love. Both of your moans grew louder, the slap of his balls against your skin driving you over the edge as he unravelled. There was a sudden rush, a burning thrill of flooding climax as Loki’s shallow pants of praise blossomed to a thundering roar. The groan of his name from your throat was primal; threatening to shake his books from their shelves.

The god's breaths slowed, melting against you in a wet kiss before rolling to the side. His head hit the pillow with a muted thump. “Have I ever told you, that you're the best fuck I’ve ever had?” he panted. “No, I don’t think you mentioned it.” you quipped, resting your chin on his heaving chest. “That would be too complimentary, you were too busy trying to make my life hell.” Loki rolled his eyes with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “As I said on our first tryst, darling...indifference is the true insult.” He squeezed you tighter, before the amused smile faded. “There is one more past outfit I must show you.” he said tentatively, before frowning. “Return to you, actually.”

You sat up, propped on your elbows. “Oh?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Although I have made one notable alteration.” he added, raising a hand and waving it gracefully in the air. A bright shimmer appeared at the foot of the bed, rolling downwards to reveal silken fabric fluttering suspended in the air. “Oh my god…” you whispered, eyes wide. The red dress that Loki had ripped with his hands and teeth from your body while he fucked you to oblivion in a jealous rage the night of the shareholder’s party swayed in front of you. Loki flicked his fingers, making it dance in the air.

It was immaculate, even by his standards of repair. Except now, it was a rich emerald green. “Loki-” you started, feeling a lump in your throat. Gently, his fingers tipped your chin to face him. “You have made me a better man, Agent.” he said slowly, enunciating every word. “Are you sure about that? I’m not sure Clint would agree. Or Amanda, actually.” you smirked, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And enough with the ‘Agent’, you know how much it annoys me.” Loki laughed softly, sighing as he stretched his naked legs across the sheets. “Ah, so you heard about Barton.”

You let your eyes wander up his endless limbs, admiring the curve and dip of each perfectly carved muscle. “He put in a complaint with Tony.” you said, making Loki nodded sagely, lips pursed. The fact that Tony had, of course, told everyone, did not need to be stated to be understood. There was a pause. "And by the way, where is Thor getting a spare two million from to pay for you?" Loki smirked, rolling towards you with a fist propped innocently beneath his temple. "He's been putting off offers for a raunchy photoshoot with a well-known underwear brand for years, darling. I wouldn't worry." "Sorry, what was that you were saying about being a better man?" you goaded, holding back a laugh. “Well, our misplaced animosity may not have been the smoothest path to encouraging a reformation of my admittedly devilish character-” Loki said thoughtfully, nestling his nose against the tip of your cheekbone. “-but your love might.” You swung a leg over his hips, enjoying the exaggerated oof he released as you settled your core to his stomach. Your palm cupped his face, smoothing the silk of his jaw with your thumb. Loki tilted his head, raven curls a mess of tangles against the white pillowcase. “You’ll still always manage to irritate me, you know.” you said, as a smile played at Loki’s lips. "Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." In a flash, Loki had you on your back, giggling beneath him as the warm comfort of his solid frame pressed to yours. “Likewise, my love-' he sighed happily against your sex mussed hair. He placed a firm kiss on your temple, thumb pushing back strands of damp hair from your forehead. “-And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - Thank you SO SO MUCH for coming with me on this journey. What started with a humble slutty wetsuit has blossomed into our beloved arsey, impossible Loki and stubborn Agent and I hope you're as happy with this ending as I am :) There will be a lil Epilogue (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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theloveinc · 3 months

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Shinsou "I dont know why she's into me either" Hitoshi

ALWAYS on his "am shy and humble or actually just cocky" shit because sometimes this means he's holding your palms in his hands and getting all watery-eyed because he thinks you're WAY too good for him ... and other times it means cheers-ing someone when they get snotty about how you're out of his league.

They're trying to piss him off, meanwhile he's just raising his glass an tipping a shot back, kinda smirking, all: "cheers, I'll drink to that!" (then going home to make sure you aren't about to leave him--as if he doesn't have ROCK HARD ABS he wants you grinding against every night. why would you ever give that up????? adjflakdhj)

Not to mention all the times Denki asks him how he managed to score you and Shinso genuinely goes blank and has to take 20 minutes to ponder it too:

#shinso #staring out the window dead*ss only to come back like... idk man.#no im just kidding bc this is so real #same as always almost but he's so awed that he has you that he can't let anything disturb that peace #it's funny bc dudes are like 'ummmmmmm shinso is so mean and offputting..' and ur like 'THAT CUDDLE BUG? NO HE'S NOT????'#tbh everyone is confused lmao until they see him with u and u seem him with them #like u knew he was antisocial but u just forgot he was like. actually deadpan ignoring people he's not close with #but then he's kissing the back of your hand and your cheeks when it's just you too and no one's looking #like sir??? huh????#plus he's hot as all f*ck so whys he ..kinda... begging you not to leave him???? sir. be for real.#BUT THATS ANOTHER THING HE LOVES. U 24/7 but when ur possessive or out on a date he's so MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE #before getting all flustered at himself #lmaoooo dflajklehfjalksdjfoija .dfjhakljsdhfkjadfklsja #hdsjkf i want him #hope this was okay!#caitie things #gen #anon

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choitoru-toso · 5 months

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Ooooh yeeeeaah, he's fucking great and sexy!⏤͟͟͞͞★

#f★ck Strade #boyfriend to death #Strade #so fucking hot #fuck Strade mmh #STRADE SEXY #Strade sexy

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masked-artist-xp · 6 months

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*proceeds to simp*

Avarice(human ver.) belongs to @a-v-j

#artists on tumblr #art #traditional art #my art #human!avarice #avarice #im a simp #fr f*ck me mommy- /j #mommy mommy mommy #she'd easily trigger my masochism-#stfu lemme be a homosexual-#...this is why i call myself slurs...#im probably gonna draw more of her-#both skele and human-#just cuz she's hot-#love my messy shading #i need to get a new pen #my pen is falling apart #fanart

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hombresexual2 · 9 months

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😋

#shirtless.#six pack abs.#male model #modelo #michael yerger #handsome mf #handsome guy #v lines #hot gui #handsome gui #hot as fuuuuck #hot as f*ck

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iloveprettyboysblog · 2 years

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That White Henley, Tho🔥🥵

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fungusamongusblog2 · 1 year

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@polaroidsbycorey

#hot as f*ck

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kohimi · 1 year

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Please the sentence " It makes me wanna sneeze" ??!?

EXCUSE YOU, IT MAKE YOU "WANNA" ??!

Like, before you didn't want anything BUT NOW that there's this thing in your cutie little nose, IT MAKE YOU WANT TO SNEEZE ? FROM THE VERB "WANT" YOU WANT IT !?

I'm sorry but this is incredibly HOT.

#f-ck me for the love of god #you WANT #wanting ??#that's your wish #YOU WANT IT #pls it's too much for me #that's too hot #snezblr #snz #snez #snez kink #snztalk #snz blog #sneeze blog #snz kink #Himi's weird thought

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slutcoresblog · 2 months

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I’m usually a sub but right now I need my little subby boy who knows his place below me, who knows how to act and that he gets punished when he’s bratty.

#dom/sub #subby bunny #subby boys #f*ck me #bd/sm kink #dom/kitten #spankable bottom #I need a sub #subs are hot

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farmboymark · 7 months

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I love this hottie so much!!!!

#hot as fuuuuck #sexy af #sexy as hell #cougar #hot as f*ck #so hot 🔥🔥🔥

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Moan for Me: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (4) In the safety of his enchanted chambers within the Tower, you encourage Loki to be as loud as he wants to be. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Dirty talk. Noise-kink(?) Language. Teasing. Kinda fluffy. PV Sex. Established/secret relationship.

Loki stirred in his sleep as you lay propped on your elbows, studying him intently. Slow breaths rose and fell from his chest, half-covered seductively by the luxurious white bedsheets. Tendrils of raven hair were scattered around his head, a dark halo surrounding his godly face as morning light crept through the edges of thick curtains. You watched the lines of his forehead crease as he reluctantly awakened, your silent vigil to his beauty at an end. “Good morning, darling” he mumbled knowingly, his eyes still closed.

You kissed him gently before snuggling into the crook of his neck, your hand sliding over his torso. The skin beneath your palm was smooth and firm, stretched tightly over the landscape of his muscles beneath. You sighed, enjoying the moment. It wasn’t often that you allowed yourself to stay overnight in Loki’s 'chambers'. You could count the number of times you had on one hand. On one finger, in fact. The fear of discovery had been too great to leave to chance. At first Loki hadn’t understood why you were so resistant to the idea of sharing your budding relationship, but it frightened you. What if the pressure was too much? Or he got bored? The judgement, media coverage, the changes. You didn’t want anything to change. Loki believed that the team would keep your secret, but you weren’t so sure. You had seen Rogers after a few appletinis. He couldn’t keep a secret like this for shit. And besides, you reminded yourself as you snuggled deeper into Loki’s chest, inhaling him deeply, the clandestine fucking was pretty hot. “Did you just smell me?” Loki murmured, running his finger along the line of your jaw. You nodded shyly, the vibrations of his husky morning voice making you fizz with need. “What do I smell like?” he purred, nuzzling your cheek. You allowed yourself the luxury of drinking in his heavy scent, taking your time. “Like spice and pine...and…” you paused, trying to place it. “Leather?” he said, dimples flickering as he smiled tentatively, “everyone always says leather.” You frowned, a wave of jealousy rising in your belly “who’s everyone?” Loki’s hand reached to your shoulder with a theatrical sigh, flipping you easily to your back. You hit the plush mattress with a soft thump, his long torso rising over to encase you. Trap you. God, he was so fucking hot. His thick forearms rested on either side of your shoulders, those hard biceps flexing tantalisingly close as he lowered to gently suck your earlobe. His hair brushed your cheek. You shivered, feeling your hands rise automatically to grasp against his hardening cock. “Was that a little touch of jealousy, pet?” he whispered seductively, an amused smile audible against his warm breath. Before you could answer, Loki slid two long fingers between your soaking folds, teasing you. A small whine escaped as he ran them gently against your pussy, ghosting around your clit. You could feel the wetness that had been pooling between your thighs while you watched him sleep sliding against his fingers. “I want you, Loki” you whispered, hips thrusting upwards to tempt his fingers inside your core.

“Again?” he said incredulously, his eyebrows shooting up in mock-disbelief as he rose to his knees, re-positioning himself between your open thighs. “I suppose I can accommodate your needs...” he goaded, lowering his face to place languishing kisses downward between your breasts. You pressed your lips together, stifling a moan. “Remember darling, you don’t need to contain your cries of pleasure here…” he growled softly. A low moan escaped you as his lips reached your stomach, knowing that if you let him, he would eat you out for hours.

“I want to hear you, Loki” you said, running your hands through his hair, “I need to feel you inside me, I need to hear you moan for me...as loud as you can.” His eyes flew up to meet yours, hands sliding up the curves of your body as he cut you off with a ravenous kiss. “Was I too quiet last night, kitten?” he rumbled, a glint in his eye as he positioned his cock at your keening entrance, “did I not vocalise my enjoyment of your body to your satisfaction?” You giggled beneath him, his mouth flickering with a smile under his narrowed gaze. “I just love when you don’t restrain yourself, that’s all...” you murmured, feeling your cheeks heat under his stare. “Why do you love it Y/N?” he keened, edging his cock inside your tight, wet cunt as his mouth fell open slightly, “tell me.”

He bottomed out inside you with a low groan as your back arched off the bed to meet him. Your fingertips digging into the toned skin of his shoulders, scratching down the expanse of his back as you let out a twisted cry of his name. “You were saying, darling?” he said stoically, while his cock withdrew; tugging at every bubbling nerve of your channel on its way. “I love...uhhh, Loki” you moaned, as he thrust back into you. “when you sound like an a-ahhhh, an animal. Like you’ll die if you can’t fuckkkk – fuck me” you panted, your fingers desperately grasping the sheets. “Come on darling, you can do better than that. You know how much I like your pretty words…” he said coyly, a broken groan slipping from him as he rolled his hips in waves, tugging your clit against his pelvis.

Your eyes screwed shut. It was too distracting. The sight of his tousled hair hanging sluttishly around that chiselled jaw as he took you slowly with mischief in his eyes. “I love hearing you come undone from my mouth, my h-h-ahhhh, hands, my pussy...like you’re all m-mine” you moaned as Loki’s manhood buried deeper, pulsing with short thrusts. Your eyes fluttered open. His brow was furrowed, his lips twitching with the effort of staying closed. He was holding it in on purpose. Smug bastard. “When you’re loud...” you said confidently, thrusting your hips upwards roughly, making his eyes roll back; “it makes me feel like I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.” A primal growl rumbled in Loki’s throat as his hands slid under your waist, scooping you up to sit flush against his chest. His palms pressed down the curve of your back, gripping your ass to him tightly. “Be careful what you wish for, darling” he muttered.

You lowered your knees around his hips, calves tight to his perfect skin as he knelt on the bed, balancing you on his thick cock. “Ohhhh Y/N…” he groaned loudly, the sound making your pussy hum as it vibrated against your ear. Your hands wound in his hair, tugging gently as he released a soft hiss. He began to thrust upward, bouncing you rhythmically as you steadied yourself against his shoulders. He looked up at you with pure need, the longing in his eyes rising with each clench of his thighs. “GODSSS, darling uhhhhhhhh yesss...that’s it” Loki moaned wantonly beneath you, the angle of his manhood making your eyes water with pleasure. His eyelids fluttered shut as his head fell back, the hands guiding your hips pulling you needily; “that’s my girl”, he panted, “that’s my good fucking girl”. You rolled your hips purposefully, creating waves against the thick pillar of flesh buried deep in your cunt. He rumbled beneath you, dirty words thundering between desperate moans. "Ohhhhhh darling you know how to fuck me so well."

The timbre of his voice radiated through his chest as he claimed you– he really wasn’t holding back. Deep grunts penetrated the air as Loki’s thick thighs propelled you upwards, caught at every thrust by his palm square on your back. The other kept your hips snug against his; making sure his insatiable length caught every flex of your attention. The god’s face buried in your cleavage, licking a stripe up your skin to meet you in a hungry kiss. Every breath was ragged. Loud. His forehead creased with pleasure as he owned you completely. Or you owned him. You were never sure. "Ahhhhh-uhhhh you're uhhhhh...yessss... my insatiable god-slut aren't you...fuck.yes." Saliva covered your mouths from desperate kisses, your arousal smeared across his thighs, his lip quivering as he let himself be free. He was so beautiful. With every rise of his hips, he edged you closer to paradise, the syllables of your name dripping from his tongue like a feverish prayer to the gods of old.

The solid lines of his cheekbones flexed as his lips parted further; face tilted upwards to yours with hooded eyes and a creased brow. Loki was incandescent with pleasure. Knowing how much you enjoyed his verbal arousal had released something. "I want to own you...uhhhh...my fiery goddess, my oh...fuck....yessss" His needy, primal moans filled the bedroom like bass, escalating in volume with every thrust as he chased his release. The pitch wavered as he felt his climax approaching, hot breath fanning your ear from staggered pants as he tightened his grip on your hips. "Come around my cock, darling...ohhhhhh... gods let me feel that tight pussy sing..." You clamped down against him. The eroticism of his vocal pleasure turning to non-sensical breathy whines and moans made you feel light-headed. You bucked as you came devastatingly over his cock. Loki bit down on your shoulder with a guttural sigh as he felt the walls of your channel tighten around him, riding out your high with you. With a low grunt he flipped you to the mattress once more, leaning atop you without ever unsheathing his cock. His hair clung damp to his forehead, a mist of sweat forming on his back as you pulled him between your open thighs. “Moan for me, Loki...as loud as you can” you murmured into his ear between his deafening groans. “Claim me, my king.”

With a final realm-shattering roar he thundered into his orgasm at your words, the deep moan of pure lust searing through your body as he buried his face in your neck. His thrusts slowed as he panted loudly, tension leaving his body with every husky whine against your moist skin.

“LOKI. LOKI?!” You flinched violently as fists suddenly hammered at the door to Loki’s chambers. The god raised his face groggily from your shoulder, looking at you with bewilderment. “Don’t look at me darling, I’ve had the silencing enchantment on my rooms for months. You know that.” he panted smugly, “It’s my brother, it will be something ridiculous, he’ll go away don’t worr-” “LOKIIIIIIIIII…” Thor’s voice howled theatrically from the corridor, the sound of heavy footsteps departing before running towards the door at speed. Loki’s eyes widened towards you, sitting up straight with concern etched across his face. “Darling, I think you may wish to depart to the closet.” THUMP “The closet?!” your eyes widened. What was happening? “Unless you wish for my brother to find you naked in my bed, then yes darling. The closet. I think even he in all his oafish naivety could see through this particular scene, don’t you?” THUMP As Loki spoke you had already gotten halfway to the walk-in wardrobe, picking up your scattered clothes as you went. “Magic would really come in handy right now…” you huffed, as Loki opened the door and ushered you inside. “It doesn’t work like that darling, now hush.” he said, before closing the door. Right on cue there was the sound of wood shattering as Thor flew shoulder first through the front door. You heard his thumping footsteps cross the wooden floors, making his way towards the bedroom. “LOKI? LOK-” there was a pause as Thor turned the corner, taking in whatever scene lay before him. “Yes, brother?” Loki drawled, practised boredom lacing his voice, “Demolishing my entranceway is a novel way to get me to converse with you, I’ll give you that.” You heard a book snap shut. He must have seidred some clothes on, too. It doesn’t work like that darling. You rolled your eyes, pressing back further into Loki’s impeccably hanging suits, clutching your rumpled clothes to your chest. “Loki, what in nine hels...you...are you quite well? The sounds of your pained cries were echoing throughout the hallways, I came as quickly as I could...” Your hand covered your mouth as you silently grimaced. “Don’t be ridiculous brother, you know I have a silencing enchantment in place. Have you checked on Rogers? Perhaps he pulled down a shower curtain and became entangled” your lover said calmly, an air of superiority clouding his tone.

There was a loud creak as Thor perched on the bed, presumably facing Loki sitting on the chair in the corner. “That Strange fellow was doing his monthly spell-cleanse this morning, he must have removed the silencing enchantment too, no enchantments allowed at all now – and thank the gods brother. Otherwise I would not have known you were in peril…” Loki huffed, his patience wearing thin; realising he would need to concede to the farcical situation he found himself in. “Oh that. Yes I... fell over.” “Brother, your moans of distress could be heard from the floor below…” Thor said warily, obviously eyeing Loki with suspicion. “I hit my knee on the edge of a table...shoddy midgardian workmanship’ he said slowly, clearly gauging his brother’s reaction. “Look,...might I ask that you leave? I’m still in a bit of pain, actually” he said, his voice thick with theatrical malaise. “No, no...don’t get up” Thor said, his footsteps edging away, “but something about this situation does not sit well with me brother. I shall uncover the source of my discontent. This I swear…” You could almost hear Loki roll his eyes over the sound of the blonde god picking his way through the rubble of the front door. Just as you buttoned your jeans, Loki threw open the closet. He was now dressed in a tight black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, his face simmering with irritation. “It looks like we may have to restrain ourselves from now on after all.” he said moodily. You slid your hands around his waist, pulling him close and watching his stormy gaze soften. “Well if you ever feel like being that loud again...we’ll just need to get more inventive” you said, leaning up to gently bite his lip. “I like the sound of that” Loki murmured before catching you in a deep kiss, re-assembling the front door with a wave of his hand.

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♡ make me ft. nanami kento♡

a/n: i just couldn't stop thinking about nanami being a brat tamer. and his breeder balls

nanami kento x fem reader

w.c: 1.7 k words

warnings*: nsfw (minors DNI). degradation kink. praise kink. humiliation. choking .unprotected sex. vaginal sex. impact play. pussy slap. creampie.*

summary: rich brat gets what she deserves…omgg

playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3

“would you like something to drink, miss?” you hear a waiter voice behind you.

“what kind of question is that? of course i want something to drink.” you answer dryly, tired of stupid questions. you hated waiters wasting your time, but they had recently changed all the waiters in your favorite restaurant, so it was a disaster.

“yes, what would you like?” you rolled your eyes, and turned to see the idiot who kept asking dumb questions.

“bother someone else with your idiotic questions” you said, looking at the blonde man standing behind you.

“i’m sorry, i-” he started talking but you turned around to keep talking to your friends. you didn’t want to waste another second talking to someone inferior to you.

he left without saying another word. you laughed about it with your friends, he was so dumb. but you had to admit he was hot, and even though it was tempting to take him home as you occasionally did, you opted not to do it. mostly because you were already the talk of the country club, and you couldn’t ruin your last opportunity to marry a rich man. you couldn’t be seen going home with someone that wasn’t in the same sphere as you.

after a few more minutes, he finally came back with your drinks in a silver plate. you decided that maybe you wouldn’t be able to do something with him, but you could still have fun. you teased him, loving the way he got flustered. watching as he readjusted the bow tie he had to wear.

as the time passed you grew more and more bored, as usual. your life was not that interesting as much people thought. it was always the same parties, the same friends, going out and talking about shit that made you almost fall asleep. gossip. it was just a cycle, and it sometimes overwhelmed you that it was going to be like that for the rest of your life.

without saying anything you stood up, and disappeared through the tables and elegant ornaments that were spread all along the restaurant. then you found yourself going to the kitchen, and then to the alley on the back of it. you found him, he was sitting on some steps smoking.

“you came here for more?” there was a sudden change in the waiter.

“what are you talking about?” you stuttered at his words. he suddenly seemed confident, and not the nervous dumb waiter. he stood up, looking at you, his eyes roaming through the silk dress you were wearing. imagining how would you look without it.

“you were having fun back there didn’t you, are you looking for more?” he took a drag of his cigarette. now watching as you were getting flustered and turned on. you didn’t understand, how could a few words from him could make you feel like that, you were tempted.

he came closer to you, his lips now almost pressed to your ear. “i promise you won’t regret it, princess” a smile drawn across his face, he knew exactly what he was doing, he had you wrapped around his finger.

you went back home with him, and asked not to be bothered.

you started taking his clothes off, his hands cupping your breasts through the soft fabric rubbing your nipples, as he kissed you desperately until you were gasping for air. he pushed you to the soft bed.

“fuck-” you said as your hand traveled all the way to his cock, feeling the hardness growing under his boxers.

“you like that don’t you? power…” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and making you whimper at the way he was looking at you, as if he was fucking you with his eyes. you managed to nod, not being able to speak. “well, i think maybe you need someone to give you a lesson then…” he trailed off as he started getting on top of you, restraining your movement.

“wh-what are you doing?” you had always been on top, never letting anyone control you.

“shut up bitch, you’ll do as i say from now on” the blonde man said, one of his hands held both of yours. “and if you try anything…you’ll regret it” his lips grazing your neck.

you whined at the way he was making you feel, suddenly feeling the wetness on your panties. you hated being told what to do. in general, you didn’t like being controlled, but for some reason you wanted to be controlled by him. you wanted to do everything he said.

his teeth sunk on your skin, leaving marks that wouldn’t be able to hide, he pinched and squeezed your nipples making you whine and whimper as how fucking good it felt.

he enjoyed the sounds coming out of your mouth, making his cock harder. knowing how much power he was holding, and how easy it was for him to get you to beg him for more, and make you obey. such a pretty slut he thought to himself.

you tried to free yourself from him, unable to control yourself. you wanted to touch him too. but his grip got tighter. he then slapped your ass, the pain stinging but you enjoyed it.

“what did i say? are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl?” he asked you, his hand now holding your jaw to force you to look at him.

“i’m going to be good…i promise” you said, as you stayed completely still.

“that’s my good bitch” he said, his hand now lowering to your throat, adding some pressure.

“now, are you going to take all of it” he said looking at his cock, now fully hard and begging to be released from his boxers. the print of it showed you how thick and big he was, making you unconsciously drool. thinking of how good it would feel inside you.

“yes, daddy” you said, not even thinking about what you had said. he didn’t expected that response, it almost made him dizzy. and as if he had transformed completely, his eyes filled with lust, he let go of your hands and gripped your thighs with such strength that it was impossible for you to move. then he got rid of his last piece of clothing, revealing the beautiful cock, his tip was pink and drooling with precum, it was slightly tilted to the right, it’s girth making you audibly gasp. he had breeding balls, you just knew it. you wanted to lick them and suck on them.

“i know you can take it all” nanami said, as he had a devilish smile drawn across his face. you looked at him, feeling a little bit scared but eager to fill him inside you, and if he could read your thoughts, he started to slip inside you, stretching you out completely like no one ever had and it was just the tip, but in one movement he slipped all of him inside you, impaling you. loving the feeling of being filled with his cock, some tears ran down your cheeks, as you could still feel the stinging burn.

“i know baby, i know…but you took me all, you’re so good for me” nanami said, cleaning the tears off your cheek with his thumb. he took a minute to admire you. you looked stunning under him, sweat making your skin glow, your fucked out face, your nipples perked up and hard. he couldn’t believe he had you like this. a woman who in other circumstances wouldn’t even dare to look at him, let alone fuck her.

he rammed into you with full strength, not really letting you miss his cock inside you. his thrusts hitting that spot that made you claw your nails at his strong arms as you gripped for dear life to them. he liked the stinging pain and the red marks your nails left on his skin, he would wear them proud as it would remind him of this night.

your moans filled the enormous room, echoing through the walls as well as your skin colliding with your lovers every time he thrusted deeper inside you. you could feel him twitch inside you.

“have you ever been fucked like this?” nanami asked, and there was only two ways on how this could go.

“no, i’ve been fucked better than this…”you said, knowing exactly how he would react.

“don’t lie to me, bitch” nanami said, slapping your cunt making you jolt from the stinging pain. you moaned, he then slapped you again.”tell me the truth, i won’t stop until you do it”

“ok..ok, you win” you said, giving up because if he continued, you would have cummed from just the way the pain he inflicted on you was turning you on even more. he smirked, his pace became slower, loving the way your gummy walls hugged his hardness. the torture was endless, as every time you were close to your orgasm, he changed the pace, as if he was just edging you.

“open that pretty mouth, slut” nanami said, ”now, suck on it” he continued as he placed his thumb inside your mouth, you nodded and started sucking on his thumb, licking it as drool smeared the corner of your mouth, imagining it was his cock.

“fuck-”nanami said as was getting close to his own orgasm, he couldn’t bear to watch you like that. it was just way too much, but he couldn’t look away.

and within a few more thrusts he came inside you, filling you up with his hot seed as he moaned your name and saying what a good girl you were, taking all of it inside you. he kept on thrusting, while he rubbed on your swollen clit.

“cum for me, now” nanami said, and like if he just turned a switch on you came hard on his cock, coating it with your juices combined with his cum, he had to hold you as your whole body was shaking. you were in a state of bliss, feeling as if you were fucked into another dimension.

#lol my teacher just changed the due date #so i was able to finish this other fic #onoaoidfhahdsh #i can't even #this is just so fucking hot #i can't stop thinking about this #nanami f*ck me #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen

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