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Baby boy coming home from the NICU today 💙

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Baby Jackson arrived today 4lbs,9 ounces but otherwise we are all in good health ❤️

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Update.... emergency c section at 34 weeks because my BP won't go down...

Not how I planned today to go

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I'm alive - just pregnant and overworked. Here is a chatgpt story of a daydream I had when I was craving a mcChicken like a crazy person.

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In the heart of the Avengers Tower, Loki found himself facing an unusual dilemma. His wife, Y/N, was pregnant and had developed a sudden, overwhelming craving for a McDonald's McChicken and a sundae. It was a request that had left her nearly in tears, and Loki, the God of Mischief, was determined to grant her wish.

As he stood in line at the nearby McDonald's, his green eyes surveyed the colorful menu overhead, and he wrinkled his nose in disdain. "What curious mortals they are," he muttered to himself, his cape billowing with regal disapproval.

Approaching the counter, Loki had to suppress a smirk as the cashier's eyes widened at the sight of him. "I shall have a McChicken and a sundae," he declared, trying to sound as serious as possible.

The cashier fumbled with the register, struggling to process the order. "One McChicken and a sundae, got it. But I'm sorry, our ice cream machine is down. Would you like something else instead?"

Loki was not one to be easily deterred. He leaned forward, his emerald eyes locked on the cashier. "I demand that you repair your accursed ice cream machine immediately."

The cashier stuttered, "I, um, can't do that, sir. It's a complex piece of equipment."

With a sigh, Loki waved a hand, conjuring a soft glow around the machine, causing it to spring back to life. Ice cream began to flow smoothly into a cup, and the cashier blinked in astonishment.

"I am the God of Mischief, and I shall not be denied a simple sundae," Loki declared with a wry smile.

The cashier nodded vigorously, still in shock, and handed Loki his McChicken and sundae. Loki took the food and left the establishment, determined to return as quickly as possible.

Back at the Avengers Tower, Y/N eagerly awaited her unusual meal. Her eyes lit up as Loki walked in with the McChicken and the sundae. She looked at him with a mix of delight and astonishment. "You got it! How did you...?" She trailed off, realizing that it was better not to ask questions when Loki was involved.

Loki presented her with the meal, a regal flourish accompanying the fast-food presentation. "For you, my dear, and our unborn child."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she took the McChicken and the sundae. She took a bite of the McChicken and let out a contented sigh. "You are incredible, Loki. I love you."

Loki grinned, feeling a warmth he couldn't have imagined from indulging in fast food. "I love you too, Y/N. Even if it involves these... curiosities."

As they enjoyed their unconventional meal, they shared laughter and stories, making the best of an extraordinary situation. And Loki couldn't help but admit that sometimes, even in the oddest of circumstances, love could be found in the most unexpected places—like a broken ice cream machine at a fast-food joint.

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“You and your father cast large shadows, I had hoped that by sharing my gifts with Loki that he could find some sun for himself.”

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Shrink - P7 | Finale

Avenger! Loki x Just Reader 😁

18+ | contains smut

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Finally gathering the courage to ask you out without the worry of Loki’s boner scaring him off, Bucky gathered the flowers Loki had abandoned in the kitchen and slowly made his way to your room. His mind raced wondering what he’d say to you and worst of all, what you’d say back.

“Hey, just wondering if you’d like a drink sometime?” Bucky spoke to his reflection in the mirror of the elevator before nodding to himself proudly. “That’s it.” He fist bumped, stepping out and taking a step down the corridor before his eyes rounded, taking in the scene in front of him. He quickly stepped back into the open elevator and fled the scene, mentally scolding himself for not taking down the address of Ethel’s nursing home.

“Take me to your room, I want to be in your bed as you properly fuck me.” You panted, breaking the kiss as you looked up at Loki, completely unaware of the fact that you had been seen.

“You really are naughty, Doctor.” Loki smirked, not even pulling out of you as he made his way to his bedroom, your legs around his waist and your arms draped around his neck. “My naughty doctor.” He snickered, laying you back against the bed and standing up to his full height before his eyes roamed over your unclothed body, a coy smile forming on his lips.

“Loki?” You broke the silence, interrupting Loki’s quiet appreciation. His gaze snapped up to yours before he lowered himself to the floor leaving you confused, your confusion turning into shock as he pulled you further down the bed, your legs spread before him. You tried to sit up, watch his movements, but your body sunk further into his comfortable mattress as you felt him flatten his tongue against your cunt licking a stripe up from your entrance to your sensitive clit. He hooked his arms underneath your thighs, keeping you open, available to him as he feasted on you in delight. “Yess Loki.” You moaned, his lips wrapping around the bundle of nerves before he suckled against it gently. Your hips lifted slightly, Loki pushing them back down as he alternated between sucking and licking lazy circles around your clit. Any ounce of tension you had about being intimate with him dissipated with every slow lick. Any shred of doubt melted away as he pressed kisses to your moist sex, showering it with adoration. You could barely keep your eyes open as he switched between devouring you and savoring you. Sometimes his tongue was so light it could have been mistaken as a phantom sensation and then he’d be back to engulfing you, sucking your pussy harshly into his mouth. The mix of sensations were euphoric.

“Look at me” Loki spoke between licks “I want you to look at me as I make you cum.”

You lifted yourself slightly, obeying him, obeying the lustful god that lurked beneath Loki’s usual mundane persona. Your eyes bored into one another’s as he sucked your clit into his wet mouth once more, only releasing you as he heard you yell his name, thighs shaking in his hold before you fell limp, breathing heavy.

It wasn’t long before you recovered, craving more. You looked up at Loki who had stood again, lips still glistening from your arousal as you spread your legs further, inviting him inside. Taking your invitation, Loki gripped his erect length and lined himself up with your entrance before pushing inside. You almost yelped, forgetting his size as he threw his head back, filling you completely as he bottomed out. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he fucked you deeply, a plethora of praises leaving his lips. Your heavy moans filled the room as well as the sickly sweet smell of your sex as his hips met yours in rushed thrusts. You were both so close again, both so needy, both so hungry for another frenzy.

“Justt like that Lokii.” You spurred him on, your walls clenching around him.

“Norns you’re so” Loki spoke through gritted teeth as he circled his hips into you “tight.”

“I’m going to cum.” You almost cried, securing your legs around his waist.

“Fuck!” He grunted, thrusting deeply one last time before stilling his movements, hips shuddering as he came. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you left you hurtling into your orgasm as you released a breath before relaxing, eyes falling closed. You were both still as you floated down from your highs.

“Needless to say, you have cured me.” Loki joked, breaking the silence as he began to soften inside of you.

“And I am definitely no longer your shrink.” You laughed, looking up at him.

“So just y/n from now on then.” He winked as he slowly pulled out of you leaving a mixture of your arousal spilling out of you too.

“Yes.” You smiled, trying to ignore it.

“Well then y/n, would you like to join me for a shower?”

“You didn’t even need to ask.” You grinned before you and Loki made your way to his en-suite.

The rest of the weekend consisted of you and Loki almost never leaving his room as you made up for his century of missed sex. When Natasha was able to steal you for a moment, she was happy to see that you had finally found someone who was able to remove spiders and pin you against the wall. It wasn’t until Monday morning you found out you were able to go back home.

“This is good news” Loki assured, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you snuggled against him.

“But what if another stray bullet ricochets from the building opposite me and you’re not there to save me?” You sighed.

“All illegal activities happening there have been stopped, you’re safe, I made sure of it.” He smiled, kissing your head again.

“So I do have to go then.” You sighed even deeper.

“Not if you don’t want to.” Loki grinned.

“What do you mean?” You sat up, intrigued.

“Let’s just say I managed to pull a few strings, mostly pieces off of an iron man suit but strings nonetheless and you can stay.”

“Lokii.” You beamed, hugging him.

“Who’s helping who now.” He teased before pressing his lips to yours.

Why do I feel like I’ve never seen this gif before 😂😂 only variations. Thank you all so much for reading this silly thing!! 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favourite Costume: The Great Escapo

Hear me out. This costume is of a guy who knows his assets, but doesn’t need to flaunt them. Yet he still makes you look. He is badass (the boots and tattoos), but also ready to snuggle in bed. You can check him out, but can do so while the kids are watching. Those that love a beard can enjoy him, while the others just rip of the fake moustache. It’s ridiculous and sexy at the same time. Ridiculously sexy.

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Shrink | P6 - Mutual decision

Avenger! Loki x Therapist! Reader

18+ | same previous warnings, smut etc

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You couldn’t stop thinking about Loki. Thoughts of him plagued your mind; you knew it was time to end therapy with him, besides, he was dating now, he was better or at least getting better. You decided that the best thing you could do was confront the situation head on, tell him to his face that you were deciding to terminate his treatment with you so that when you eventually left the compound, you’d do so a new woman, Loki free. You didn’t want to wait until you were back at work, you thought that’d hurt him more. This was the best way. Taking a deep breath, you left your room and made your way towards his.

As you stepped out of your room, you were surprised to see that Loki had just done the same out of his and was facing you. You felt light under his gaze, you couldn’t end things with him, potentially never seeing him again but you also couldn’t continue therapy. You needed him gone but you couldn’t get rid of him. You paused, feeling as though you were in a bubble as he walked towards you.

“I think we should stop see—” he began, bursting your bubble as your eyes rounded.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You quickly interrupted.

“Wait, what? Why do you think we should stop seeing each other? I thought we were making breakthroughs? You’re my therapist, we can’t just stop.” Loki spiraled.

“Alright Mr hypocrite, why do you think we should stop seeing each other?” You questioned, crossing your arms as you awaited his reply.

“Because” Loki paused, looking into your eyes “because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Really?” You smiled, uncrossing your arms.

“Yes” Loki nodded “and seeing as we are being honest here, the thoughts are wildly inappropriate and I am a respectful man, you know I am a respectful man so we should end this now because—why are you smiling?” He stopped, noticing your smile widening.

“I have inappropriate thoughts about you too.” You beamed.

“You do?” Loki grinned.

“So inappropriate.” You added sultrily, biting your lip as you looked at one another. There was a thick silence between you both as you allowed each other to explore one another with your eyes. You worked your ways down slowly before your gazes met again, both of you daring the other to make the next move. Before you could work out who bit the bullet first, you found yourself engulfed in a feeling of warmth that spread through your body as Loki’s lips met yours in a zealous kiss. It ended quickly, your eyes opening as you took a breath.

“Wow.” You exhaled before Loki was kissing you again, this time with his hand at the back of your head as he pulled you into him. Your tongues moved against each others, both of you groaning into the kiss.

“Norns.” Loki murmured as you broke the kiss, both of you catching your breaths back. There was another beat of soundlessness, both of you silently agreeing that after doing what you both so desperately wanted to do, there was no going back. You glanced past Loki, a signal telling him that he could turn around, he could leave, forget about this before your eyes met again. He subtly shook his head no, only a little, maybe subconsciously. He wanted this too.

Before you could protest, saving your own moral compass, Loki pressed you against the wall, kissing you with ardor as one of his legs settled between your own. You rolled your hips against it as he teased your centre with his knee. You moaned into the kiss as he sucked your tongue, your moan turning into more of a plea for more as his hand cupped one of your breasts. Feeling your hips moving eagerly, Loki’s hand dropped from your chest before inching up your shirt and cupping your breast again, only this time the only barrier was the thin material of your bra. The atmosphere between you both could only be described as electric as your hands roamed each other's bodies. Reaching out to touch Loki, you lifted his shirt up over his head before discarding it on the floor. Your eyes widened as you took him in.

“What?” He smirked, noticing your ogling.

“You are—I mean-you really take care of yourself.” You rambled, eyes moving across his muscular chest and down his sinful torso.

“Why thank you.” He answered coyly before pulling you into another kiss you quickly reciprocated.

Wordlessly he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you against the wall. You could feel his cock straining against his trousers, taunting your needy cunt as you tried to press yourself further into Loki. His lips met your neck, your eyes closing as they moved across it. You could tell he was growing more wanton for you as he rutted against you in a foolish attempt at taming his desire.

“Stop teasing.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. Narrowing his gaze challengingly, Loki raised one of his brows in amusement before he answered.

“Very well, your wish is my pleasure to grant.” He spoke, lifting his hand and clicking his fingers as you watched him in confusion before noticing a green shimmer engulf you both. Gasping as it dissipated, you realised you were both naked. Your immediate thought should have been to scold him, to cover yourself up but instead, your pussy ached to be touched by him, your body craved him urgently. You didn’t care that the two of you could have easily been caught. In fact, the thought was thrilling, it made you want him more.

Hand dropping between you both, Loki’s name fell from your lips as you felt his fingers against your clit. He drew small circles there, your clit throbbing as his long digits moved through your folds, gathering your slick. Before you could sink in the pleasure, Loki retracted his hand before bringing his fingers up to his mouth. You bit your lip as his tongue darted out before he smirked.

“So that was the sweetness in the air” he confirmed before licking your arousal off of his fingers “you naughty naughty girl” he tutted, gripping his cock and palming himself as he lined himself up with your entrance “tell me” he began, running his cock through your folds before meeting your entrance again “did you think about me as you touched yourself?”

Before you could answer, Loki was inside you, stretching you completely as he filled you leaving you almost crying out in pleasure. You were shocked at his words and his actions, this didn’t seem like the same Loki you had been seeing all these weeks. He pulled out a little before thrusting inside of you again, your eyes meeting before you realised it wasn’t the same Loki, this one had a determined gleam in his eye, this one was raw, animalistic. This was him, relieving the sexual frustration you told him he had, the sexual frustration you both shared.

“Yesss.” You answered with your own smile knowing that tonight was going to be the best sex of your life.

It’s happening. I can’t believe I’m dragging this out to another chap 😂 I just don’t wanna say bye to them. Plus 7 is a nice number. I’m sorry

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Hilarious series to bring me out of my hole

Shrink | P2 - Arms for days

Avenger! Loki x Therapist! reader

18+ | probably bad language, mentions of sex etc - pretty much the same warnings in each part

“So, Loki, how has your week been?” You asked politely after welcoming him inside. As usual, he sat down, poured himself a glass of water and slouched a little in his chair as his gaze wandered around the room before settling onto you.

“Decent” he shrugged “same old routine.”

“Have you—” you questioned, hoping he knew that you were alluding to having sex.

“No.” He exhaled.

“Okay” you nodded “any particular reason?”

“Well for starters” he began looking at the floor, eyes clearly following something before he tossed his water out into the small plant pot next to him and knelt on the floor, placing the glass over a spider “I just haven’t found anyone that—sorry do you have a piece of paper?” He asked, glancing up at you. Taken aback a little, you handed him the paper, watching as he slipped it underneath the glass and lifted the spider before walking towards the window where he released it. “I wonder how that got in here?” He smiled to himself as you recalled your previous conversation with Natasha. Clearing your throat, you rid yourself of the thought as Loki sat back down. “I haven’t found anyone to be intimate with yet.”

“S—so what about online dating?” You queried.

“I wouldn’t know where to start.” He chuckled.

“Or maybe your brother could set you up with someone.” You suggested.

“I just—shh, did you hear that?”

“No, wha—” you started before Loki dived towards you, knocking your chair backwards as he settled above you on the floor, shielding you as something shot through the window. “Loki, what's going on?” You shrieked, glass hitting the floor from the broken window as Loki remained silent, eyes wide.

“I think you’ve just been shot at.” He eventually spoke as silence settled between you. Breathing heavy, you looked up at him with a mortified expression as he began to stand up. “Stay down here, I’m going to check to see if the coast is clear.”

“Loki be careful!” You warned.

Lifting himself up, he looked outside, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Stepping away from the window, he picked up the bullet that was on the floor, inspecting it.

“I’ll have this traced back to the shooter, in the meantime I think it’s safer for you to stay at the compound in case someone is targeting you.” He proposed, kneeling to your level.

“Why would someone want to target me?” You spoke just above a whisper, mostly shocked and a little frightened.

“You’ve counseled many important people over the years including half of SHIELD, if I wanted to take the organisation down, you’re someone I’d definitely torture answers out of.” He explained, an unfamiliar glint in his eye that strangely stirred something in you. “There’s nowhere safer for you than at the compound and I’ll make it my mission to ensure your protection Doctor y/l/n” he smiled “and who knows, maybe I’m mistaken.”

After completing the necessary paperwork granting you leave from work pending further investigation, you and Loki made your ways to the compound. Luckily for you, it wasn’t your first time there so you weren’t nervous however Loki practically shielding you with every step you took did make you nervous and not in a fearful way. Unfortunately for you, Natasha was on a mission so you weren’t able to just bunk with her.

“There’s a guest bedroom at the end of my hall, I’ll walk you to it.” Loki spoke, leading you to the elevator.

He pointed out his room as you passed it before you reached the guest bedroom. He showed you inside before leaving you alone to process what had actually just transpired the past few hours.

After a while, you decided to make your way to Natasha’s room which was still where you remembered it and grabbed a couple of things to wear. On your way back to your own room, you knocked on Loki's door. He quickly answered, leaning against it as he looked at you.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” You simpered.

“For what?”

“Saving my life.”

“Y/n” Loki began, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he looked into your eyes “I couldn’t bear the thought of anything bad happening you to, I’m glad I was there, there’s no need to thank me.” He insisted, dropping his hand as your gazes remained fixed on one another’s.

“Well I-I better go.” You broke the silence, stuttering as you tried to look away.

“Of course, goodnight.” Loki bid kindly leaving you wondering where the hostile Loki everyone kept speaking about was.

“Night.”

“What the fuck was that?” You huffed to yourself, closing the door behind you once you reached the bedroom again.

The following day, Loki excitedly approached Thor in the common room after returning from his walk.

“Thor, I believe I have found the one.” Loki grinned.

“The one for what?” Thor questioned.

“To do the sex with.” He almost exploded with excitement.

“Right, sex, relations, the deed.” Thor listed uncomfortably.

“Would you like to meet her?” Loki offered. Before Thor could answer, Loki called her inside. “Ethel” to which he received no reply. “Oh Ethelll” he sang this time to no avail “ETHEL!” He hollered before an elderly lady trudged in. Thor’s smile fell as he looked between the two.

“Um-Loki, can I have a word?” Thor asked.

“Sure.”

“In private?”

“She can’t really hear anyways, you can speak freely here.” Loki dismissed.

“Loki—she”

“Is a stunner right.” Loki interrupted.

“Where did you meet her?”

“She had fallen down outside and as I helped her up, she said I had big strong arms and you know I don’t really get told that often, usually it’s you who—”

“Get on with it.”

“Well one thing led to another and now she is my mate.” Loki chirped as Bucky entered the room, looking for something.

“You haven’t.” Thor almost gasped.

“Not yet.”

“Look Loki, why don’t I set you up with one of Jane’s friends?” Thor offered. Turning to look at Ethel, Loki’s smile fell when he watched her touching Bucky’s arms.

“You have such big strong arms.” She complimented causing Bucky to smile as Loki narrowed his gaze, turning back to Thor.

“Alright.”

Ethel was a player 🥺🤣

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Loki's Diary Journal Entry 19

Dear Journal,

I have been officially released from my cell. Tony came the other day and told me I was free to leave, and he has a room in the compound made up for me, right across the hall from Promise.

Allow me to backtrack and tell you all of what happened since my last entry. Promise, when she's not in, I believe the word the Midgardians use is physiotherapy, or when she's not in meetings, she was with me. Her hands are so soft and delicate compared to mine - holding her hand makes it feel like I am holding the most delicate of roses.

She told me about how she felt when she was clinging to life - as she spoke of it, it was all dark. She could hear very muffled sounds, but that was all - until there was a light and warmth. She was sure it was death coming for her, but when we were discussing when that feeling happened, it correlated to when I was called upon to keep watch over her.

This confirms my theory about her condition improving when I was around; she knew I was near. We do not know if she has abilities yet, but that will come soon. Now that I have my own private space, I feel I may become emboldened to do something reckless - kiss her, but I worry that will ruin what we have, so perhaps not.

For now, I must go. Promise wishes to help me get acclimated to my room some more.

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A Long Shower [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: You become an unwitting voyeur to Loki's post-workout routine. (w/c 2.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Voyeurism. Awkwardness. Thirst. Smuttish. M*sturbation. Language.

Shit shit shit shit shit You hurriedly crouched behind the row of lockers. Hunched and contorted to an inch of your life. If you were honest, you didn’t think you were going to fit. And right now, you sort of wished you hadn’t. The air you’d sucked in felt like granite, holding your breath as Loki Laufeyson padded obliviously over the heated tiles. Why am I such an awkward arsehole, you thought; lungs starting to burn. Can’t just say hello, excuse me; like a normal person. Need to hide behind the feckin’ lockers, Jesus.

The unmistakeable sound of his sultry singing had wafted down the hall like a hymn. 'Der ligger hun i sjøen, min elsker, Jeg hører henne rope når månen er høy' He was so absent-mindedly perfect, in every way. Fuck. You’d only come in to grab forgotten headphones, there was nothing untoward. And yet, when you’d heard his hypnotic gravelled voice– you had panicked. And now, it was too late. 'Hun kjenner ikke ledningene hun holder... som binder hennes hjerte til mitt' Silence. You opened one eye reluctantly, half expecting to see his magnificent form looming with sceptical disdain. But, no. He was bent on one knee facing the opposite wall, untying his trainers. I didn’t think he’d tie his own shoes, you frowned. That ass, though. Loki was dressed in skin-tight black workout clothes that left just enough to the imagination. And boy, had you imagined. That gym gear of his clung to every carved inch of his body like a second skin. Alongside the way that he growled and grunted through inhuman workouts, it was a miracle you had survived this long in the team. Lord above, the filthy things he had done to you in your head in the dead of night as you touched yourself beneath sweaty sheets. It might even make him blush. You bit your lip, blowing air gently, silently, through your nose. You suddenly felt twenty pounds lighter. The thought had often crossed your mind about just who Loki was behind closed doors. He was charming and polite, a bit extra – kind of an asshole sometimes. And he was always on. There had been a sign hanging in the hallway of your old high school which had read, ‘who you truly are, is the person you become when you think nobody's watching’. You thought about that sign a lot. Your gaze tracked up from Loki’s ankles, over the curve of his bulging thighs tight beneath the shorts; a sheet of damp curls hanging down past his neck. And who are you, Loki Laufeyson? He unfurled, the muscles in his calves hardening as he pushed up. The shoes were kicked aside as he ran his hands casually through that gorgeous hair with a sigh. Oh god, you realised with rising horror. Is he going to… Still facing the wall, Loki began to strip.

The damp lycra top was the first soldier to fall. It peeled away beneath crossed hands which raised achingly slowly above his head. With every inch of skin revealed, you felt the blood drain from your face. I’m going to pass out, you thought, pushing yourself back against the tiled wall and hoping it would absorb you. His broad, triangular torso was inescapable. You should close your eyes. Avert your gaze. Protect his modesty. But oh, god - Loki tugged the training top from his head with a strained grunt, wild hair falling in waves between shifting shoulder-blades. He stretched to the side, freshly pumped forearms bulging with sickening definition. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his iridescent skin. Fuck, how you wanted to lick him. Taste the virgin sweat that was gathered in every dip and valley. In the soft lighting of the changing rooms, every dented curve of his arms were visible, each breathe making the landscape of his back flex as he rolled his head from side to side. He has fucking...back-dimples. You realised you had been holding your breath again. Long fingers began to toy with the waistband of his shorts. Jesus take the wheel, not the shorts. They caught on the curve of his ass, elastic grazing sluttishly down taut skin. You pressed your lips together painfully to stop the whimper building behind your teeth as the shorts fell in a heap around his ankles. I’m fucked, you thought. He’s naked. And I’m fucked. All he had to do was turn around. But he didn’t. Loki took a step to the side, positioning himself with ceremonial purpose in front of a small square mirror. Blessedly, it was too far to the side to reveal your hiding spot. You watched as his brow furrowed, looking deep into his own eyes. If there was one thing more hypnotic than Loki’s body, it was his face. As deep and inscrutable as the galaxies themselves.

He brought a hand across his chest to the opposite shoulder, massaging the dip as he appraised what he saw against some inscrutable criteria. Loki’s endless legs widened, ass clenching. Your stomach had a heartbeat, whirring with unspent adrenaline. Of all the ways you imagined you would first see Loki naked – this was not it. The digits slid to his jaw, thumb and forefinger tipping it to either side as he inspected himself. Is he checking for wrinkles? With mild horror, you realised you couldn’t feel your legs. Loki frowned again, ropes of hard shoulder muscle rolling as he sighed deeply. It was a tired sigh. It made you wonder if a god-level workout was the only thing wearing him out in the morning. He ran a hand through his hair, turning away. Your eyes flew to the wall before firing shut, a primitive freeze response. This was it. The rumble of a shower spurting to life broke the silence, strong pressure from the fancy waterfall head pattering to the tiles below. The showers were to the far right, outside your frame of view. You let out the breath you were holding in staggered, soundless relief. Maybe I can get out while he’s distracted. Crawl out. On my fucking hands and knees like a pervert. You waited a few seconds until the water’s rhythm broke, a contented growl from Loki’s throat that made your pussy hum signalling that his ritual had begun. Like the aforementioned pervert, you craned forwards, peeking around the corner of the lockers. God, how your legs ached. Your eyes widened. Goddammm, Laufeyson.

Loki stood long and lean, water cascading from where the stream hit the back of his neck, all the way down his legs. Even in the shower, his posture was impeccable. He tilted his head back, lips parted as he let the fresh droplets soak his front. The curls you adored from afar had turned to an inky slick, tendrils winding over alabaster skin like an intricate tattoo. There was a quiet beauty about him like this. This was one of his few private moments, an oasis of calm in his otherwise simmering façade. He’s so fucking…beautiful, you pined; realising that your eyeline was dropping unforgivably down his naked body. The rounds of his ass glistened in the soft light, lucky droplets rolling over the curves of muscle which dipped in at the middle of each cheek. He shifted on his feet, the slap of water making you jump as he swivelled his midriff to the side. The baritone hum began again, a hauntingly beautiful melody. From this new angle, every ridge and valley of his abdomen came into view. Fluffs of bubbles ran down his slick skin at a snails pace, each trail lapping over the deep crevices of his adonis belt. Your breath hitched, drawing back behind the lockers so only the tiniest sliver of him was in view. Fat drips of water slid down his legs from hip to calf, relishing each second they spent grasped to his ethereal skin. The undeniable slick in your panties was becoming untenable, become an itch that you didn't dare scratch. Heat seeped through the fabric of your leggings as you squashed further back against the wall. Loki raked a hand through the jet mass of hair, shaking a clump as he smoothed it to one side. His eyes were closed, a dark fan of lashes pressed innocently against the delicate skin beneath. I’m going to go into cardiac arrest, you mused, making your peace as he raised one arm to brace against the tiled wall. His profile was in full view now, and for the first time, you caught a glimpse of the legendary cock which haunted your dreams. It rose against his flat stomach, hard and thick and ready to be fucked. Oh god. You swallowed, mouth drier than sand. No. No. No, this is not happening. You shook your head, trying pathetically to wake. The dull ache in your thighs had grown to a roar, muscles screaming to be released from the stress position you’d be holding for what felt like three hours. You felt your parched lips part as the god placed his palm against his obscene manhood, wrapping each straight finger singularly around the shaft with formidable intent. He licked his lips, looking down at it like prey. Like a conquest. The arm locked against the wall, fully outstretched, sliding the foot nearest you backwards a few inches. It squeaked. His bicep tensed as he pressed against the tile, running water continuing its steady beat against his perfect skin. And then, he began to pump. In slow, torturous strokes. Oh god. Loki’s pinky finger hit the sudsy patch of public hair around the base with every journey, squeezing his foreskin out at the tip as it reached the summit. This was not a man in a rush. This was a man with relaxation on his mind. What the actual fuck am I doing here. Your eyes squeezed shut again, slinking back. To be fair, you had more than enough material in the wank-bank to last you the rest of your days. So the next five minutes, then; you thought bitterly, as low moans of pleasure began to sink from the god’s lips. I will not survive this.

The sound mingled with the heavy steam filling the air, a heady scent of bergamot wafting as his erotic sighs and breathy groans reluctantly transcended you to a higher plane. Loki’s moans vibrated, rising and falling. He was shameless. Anyone could walk in, you thought incredulously; before realising the irony.

The god’s hips rocked into each swipe of his hand; fucking rhythmically against his fist as water cascaded over his neck and down chiselled abs. Clumps of soaking hair hung around his cheekbones, layered down his neck, down his shoulders. You hadn’t even realised you were staring at him again, rocking on the balls of your feet as your sweaty fingertips pressed against the floor in a trance. He was intoxicating. The way his brow creased. The way he was sighing gently from glistening lips. Droplets clung to his cheekbones, pacing downward before fainting to the porcelain below. He was completely in the moment, completely lost in himself. Who are you thinking about, Loki? Your heart was thundering, the acid collecting in your burning calves, forgotten. Loki released a ragged groan, taut obliques clenching. The muscles in his femurs tensed, his palm sliding down the wall as his whole body juddered. Long fingers that you fantasised about slipping deep inside you curled against the tiles. Please cum, you hoped ravenously; breaths quickening. Please, for the love of god please cum. “I know you’re there, Agent.” Cold dread rose with each slowly enunciated word, eyes widening as panic expanded like barbed foam in your belly. “Honestly," Loki smarmed, his head falling back with a rasping moan as he released himself with a final squeeze. “How you ever manage to conceal yourself in any undercover operation with all that heavy breathing is beyond me.” With an ungraceful gasp you fell forward, splayed on the heated tiles. Your forehead was pressed to the floor, mind racing as you carded through every possible excuse. None of them were plausible. With difficulty, you turned your cheek to the side to face him. “I’m sorry…” you mumbled, reluctantly pressing up and dusting off your leggings as your cheeks burned hot. “I didn’t mean to-I was just...and then you-” “-Look at me.” he said sternly. Your eyes fluttered up, hoping that the way you were gazing at him was penitent and seductive in equal measure. But he was smiling. Sort of. One side of Loki’s mouth twitched, the pressure from the waterfall shower bouncing outward from between his shoulder-blades as he stared you down. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. In that standard regally panty-wetting pose that you had admired many times while you raked every inch of his leather-clad body with covetous eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, and closed it again. “I plan on having a very long shower, Agent,” he purred knowingly, the inky curls pasted to his jawline making your stomach flip. He widened his legs, reminiscent of a battle stance. Your eyes fell to his perfect cock twitching neglected against his stomach and then back to his face. The clothes on your body felt heavier with every passing second. “Would you care to join me?” he said politely, as easily as offering you a cup of tea. He already knew the answer. He had known all along. Of course he knew, you mug. Your thighs squeezed together, biting your lip. Loki did the same, before stretching to a wide smile. Mischievous fire simmered in his dilated eyes. There was a click as the lock on the door slid shut of it’s own accord while you pulled your t-shirt over your head.

In the brief cover of darkness, you heard Loki moan again.

Loki's Song (aka nonsense I made up) There she lies in the lake, my lover I hear her call when the moon is high She does not know the cords she holds That bind her heart to mine

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Okay I’m sorry but nothing will ever beat the pure tragic poeticism of that one shot in Thor 2011 of Loki looking down at his hand in total shock during the battle of Jotunheim as he tries to rationalize why This Thing That Is Happening Cannot Be Happening.

(If I may…)

Like, just to reiterate, Frost Giants are able to burn Asgardians through touch alone with severe frostbite that even healing stones can’t fix completely (Or, technically, anyone who isn’t a Frost Giant I guess, but I imagine the results are far worse). And like fuck if that doesn’t say enough. Because those guys are made of some strong stuff.

But Loki fully expecting to burn, doesn’t.

Not only does he not burn, but his arm is forced into a form he’s never taken before, one that he didn’t cause or choose intentionally. It just did it. For him.

HE KNOWS. He knows what it must mean, but the fucking SHOCK of it. It can’t mean that. He must be thinking. It can’t be. But there’s no other immediate explanation!

And he doesn’t have time to think about it. He’s in the middle of a fight! This guys trying to kill him!So he has to snap out of it. And then he goes on to save literally almost EVERYONE ELSE!

But then.

But then.

This fucking tableau. This fucking tableau!!

Look at it! Actually, just stop reading this post and go watch this part of the movie! I won’t even blame you! Like holy fuck.

This shot gets me every time. It (unfortunately) goes by so fast in the actual movie but it is SO GOOD. This just. Dawning horror of taking a moment to process that that really just happened. The breathing. THE BREATHING. And he looks at his arm like it’s not even his. Like it’s something entirely alien to him. Because IT IS.

This kid is not ready for this information. He’s so very much not ready. He’s panicking, he’s in denial about it. He’s questioning absolutely everything he knows about himself and trying to make sense of it against this new reality that he’s just been dropped into. He’s wondering what am I? and formulating an answer that’s impossible to comprehend. And the worst part is, it makes sense.

It makes sense in the most awful way possible. And when that last bit of hope that he might be wrong— that last doubt— dies, when that thin steel rod holding him together finally snaps, he can’t even say that he doesn’t understand. Because, to Loki, this is the confirmation that not only are all his worst fears correct and 100% founded, but that they are a part of him he will never be able to circumvent. It’s all been in vein. And they’ve all known. They’ve known all along.

Everything he’s worked against himself for, everything he’s done, the way people have treated him his whole life, all the things that in his mind make him less than what he’s supposed to be…

And he can’t change a thing.

…Anyways, that shot of him looking at his arm might be one of my favorite cinematic moments of all time, and I’d just like everyone to appreciate it. That’s all.

(Also… how anyone can watch this movie and not view his attack/attempted genocide against Jotunheim as a metaphor for his own self destruction/ self hatred and a manifestation of his inability to accept himself as he is is completely beyond me. But that’s a post for another time.)

[lokiprompts]

Im telling you, books are coming back.

It’s inevitable…

People are exhausted with Disneys Marvel Machine plopping out 500 films a year, and beloved actors turning out to be monsters that are still allowed to dominate a screen. They’re sick to death of the 20 something love interest of the 50+ actor. They’re tired of the propaganda, they’re tired of the pandering, they’re tired of the horror stories about special effects teams being overworked and underpaid.

People are just tired of the same actors doing the same annoying shit in a different outfit, bad special effects, the blink and you’ll miss it “we’re so inclusive” moments, of having to guilty wonder if the cast and crew were treated well, and the Disney logo slowly creeping into everything like a sinister virus.

But they’ll still need stories… so people will come back to books. They’ll go back to novels, comics, fanfics etc. Most likely in ebook form. Still, the people in this world will always need to escape it. If movies and tv shows keep failing to do that for them, they’ll go back to imagining it all for themselves.

I just find it really comforting that even if people don’t flock back to reading, they’ll flock somewhere where there’s stories. I find so much peace in knowing that we like creative fiction too much to ever lose it as a species.

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[lokiprompts]

Asgardian Hero: Loki x Asgardian YN

Summary: After fighting amongst your fellow Asgardians to save your people, Loki awakens a deep desire within you and you reignite your centuries-old love affair with your battle-marred lover in the cabin of the Sakaarian ship.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: Smutty smut, mentions of blood and gore, praise kink, hero kink, quick-and-dirty.

AN: Inspired by the genuine experience of getting the horn watching Ragnarok!Loki fight on the Bifrost. And @lokisgoodgirl hearing Pavolv's squelch during the iconic lunge-and-plunge move.

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The sight of him lingered in your mind like smoke in a bar. Smacking his foe with the horns of his helmet. The backflip into a lunge, plunging his dagger into the chest of a reanimated Einherjah. The squelch audible over the crowds fleeing the doomed planet onto the safe haven of a Sakaarian ship.

The look in his eyes as he flipped his horns over in one hand. The tilt of his head when he caught you staring at him, the sword in your hand held aloft, his heroics freezing you to the spot. The gasp you made when he threw out a green orb, hitting the undead guard behind you, the one whom you hadn’t seen. The wink he gave before turning and kicking another assailant in the chest.

“Do try to make it a little less obvious, my darling.” He placed a playful hand on your shoulder, his voice causing you to shiver. You had been watching him from across the Sakaarian ship, tending to those in need, ensuring they were safe. Your mind had wandered. He knew this.

You cleared your throat, turning to face him. “Pr-prince Loki, perhaps I can show you to your chambers…?”

He chuckled, his eyebrows knitted together as he examined you through hooded eyes. “How long have we known one another? Are we not past the pleasantries?”

“I suppose we are.” You blushed, recalling the many nights you had spent with the King of Asgard, his recent disguise of the Allfather melting away behind the secrecy of moonlight.

“You have chosen the large room with the windows as my chamber, I assume? I would know, having become intimately familiar with this ship when I single-handedly flew it from Sakaar. But then you knew this, my dear.” He leaned forward, inhaling the scent of your neck. “Come.” He slipped his hand around the small of your back and hurried you down the corridor of the ship and into the large corner cabin, index finger dancing across the keypad before a large rush of air indicated the opening of the door. It whooshed closed and he pressed you into the other side of it, lips colliding with yours.

“Gods,” he gasped between kisses. “The way you used your sword out there, love…”

You laughed, his lips on your neck now, his hands already gathering your skirt around your waist. “My swordsmanship? Was it not you who displayed fighting skills which could only be appropriately described as a foreplay to pleasure?”

His own laugh rumbled in his throat, fingers nibbling at the apex of your upper thigh. “It aroused you, didn’t it. Watching me take them.”

You moaned whoreishly, mouth open as he teased your underwear aside and toyed with your bud. “H-how many? How many, Loki?”

“At least a hundred.” He looked you dead in the eye, pleasuring you with his fingers against the closed door of the cabin. “But they were dead anyway. Does it count?” He cocked his head playfully, already knowing the answer.

The door you leaned against rumbled with a knock from the other side. Loki cursed.

“I’m tending to your wounds,” you talked rapidly, thinking as fast as you spoke, having created numerous excuses over the centuries. “I’ll find a ruse. Take off your shirt.”

His tongue poked out and whetted his upper lip. He looked up, seduction bleeding into every feature. Strong hands rested on the hem of his leather shirt. “I thought you’d never ask.” In one motion he lifted his armoured leather shirt over his head and tossed it to you. You caught it with ease. He turned, pressing a button to open the entrance to your love den.

“Oh, hey man.” The blue Kronan towered above the God, filling the doorway, paying no mind to Loki’s shirtless form. “We’re going to watch Thor get crowned as King. Wanna come?”

Loki sighed. “Not now, you imbecile.”

“Ah, no worries bro.” His shrugged affably, smiling, still holding his friend Miek under his arm. Korg looked beyond Loki and saw you standing in the foreground with the God’s shirt in one hand and a brown glass bottle in the other. “You use whiskey for wounds eh? Gotta watch out for those Asgardians man.” He chuckled light-heartedly. You looked at the bottle you had grabbed in haste. Norns.

“Look, we do wish to be present at the crowning, simply allow us – ” Loki turned around, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“Th-thirty minutes…?” You cocked your head with uncertainty.

“Thirty minutes?” His tone dripped incredulity. “Surely it will take longer than that to…”

“Clean your wounds.”

You both smirked. Loki turned to Korg. “Can you hold off the ceremony? We would like to… come.”

“Sure thing, man!” With another chuckle, the Kronan and his small insectoid companion left the scene where the scent of arousal so clearly hung in the air. The door hadn’t fully closed before you unscrewed the cap and swigged from the whiskey bottle. You wiped your mouth with your forearm, tossing it to Loki who enjoyed several large gulps. He shrugged. “He a moron, but he can be amenable. Right. Where were we?”

He scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder as you shamelessly yelped, bouncing as you hit the mattress when he dropped you on the large Sakaarian bed. He loomed over you, black hair hanging over his face, blood and sweat still fresh on the bare skin of his chest.

“Please forgive my lack of finesse.” Hurriedly he unbuttoned his leather trousers, holding his cock and rubbing it roughly to ready himself as you gathered your dress around your hips and slipped your underwear to the side.

“It’s quite alright. After all, you completed the most difficult work on the Bifrost – OH!” You gasped as he entered you, hips rutting back and forth desperately, breath already ragged. You arched your back, head pressing back into the pillows, looking up only to take in the sight of him marred with blood and cuts, bruises already forming on the solid marble of his torso. The trousers he wore as he fought now slung low over his hips, his boots still on, grinding dirt and all manner of filth into his bed sheets. He held himself up on the flat of his hands, arms trembling from the exertion of holding up his battle-weary form.

“You saved us, Loki,” you moaned between his thrusts. “You saved us.” He lay his torso down over yours, pressing himself into you, grunting his approval into your ear. “You’re a hero, Loki. You’re a hero.” He moaned, your nails digging into the tender flesh of his back. You whispered, words audibly only for their intended recipient. “We need you. We’ve always needed you.”

He lifted you up off the bed, sitting back on his knees and positioning you straddled over him. “Tell me more, love,” he panted. “More, pl-please.” You pushed him down onto the bed, holding him down.

“You’re our saviour, Loki.” You rode him hard, the fabric of your skirt pooling around your hips as you bounced your hips with vigour, ensuring the tip of his member almost but never quite left your heat. He groaned at the sensation, exposing his neck as his eyes closed of their own accord. Sweat pooled around your hairline as you leaned over him, placing kisses over his wounds. He hissed as your sweet torture continued, your hips increasing in speed. “You saved us, my King.” His breath became ragged, his mouth stuttering over words and sounds which were incoherent, yet their meaning obvious.

“You are the saviour of Asgard, Loki.” He came with a growl, throwing his head back as he emptied himself into you. His groans came to resembled sobs as his breathing returned to a normal rate. His eyes opened, fuzzy with delirium. He reached up and toyed with a strand of your hair, gently tugging it to encourage you to lean down so he may kiss you softly. He reached up, the backs of his knuckles grazing your cheek.

“My sweet love.”

“Do you always become this sentimental after pleasure?” You teased.

“No darling. I only become clear.” He gazed at you with the intensity of words unspoken. He sighed wistfully, looking to the door. “If I’m not mistaken, we still have a little more time to…. tend to my wounds.”

“Or to mine.” You arched your eyebrows. Before you could make another quip, your lover firmly grasped your waist and pinned you to the bed, hands gathering up the layers of your dress as his head slipped between your open thighs.

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[lokiprompts]

Risk

No but imagine discovering Loki has a slight breeding kink 🤭

18+ | contains smut, breeding kink, nsfw stuff

There was nothing quite like the thrill of potentially getting caught whilst having sex with Loki that turned you on more. There was something about hushed giggles and stifled moans that just made you achingly aroused. It didn’t help that Loki was always in the mood to fuck you, it made sneaking away together almost part of your routine when having to socialise with others like now, during your parents barbecue. Loki had spent the last half an hour speaking with your dad and some of his friends about something otherworldly whilst subtly glancing at you. Everytime your eyes met, it felt like the first. You had to have him.

It didn’t take you long to pull him up the stairs into the bathroom before your lips were pressed to one another’s. His hands smoothed over the material of your slinky dress, settling on the contours of your hips as he pulled you against him, lips moving to your neck.

“We don’t have time Loki.” You urged, wanting to just feel him inside of you. When he continued kissing your neck, you ran your hand against his bulge, knowing that it’d make him harder, more susceptible to just burying himself inside of you giving you both what you desperately needed.

“I don’t have any condoms.” He admitted, lips moving to your ear.

“You didn’t bring any condoms?” You huffed in annoyance “just don’t, you know.” You answered, sitting on the edge of the sink as you pulled your dress up. Loki efficiency freed his length, palming it a few times as he guided it towards your entrance. Silencing your moan with a kiss, he pushed inside.

There was something different about this time, something that felt sensational. You couldn’t quite work out whether it was the way Loki was grinding his hips into you or the way you were positioned on the sink but this time felt titillating, more gripping, you didn’t want it to end. Wrapping your arm around the back of his neck, you pulled him down to kiss you as your moans grew louder. Your walls clenched around him, leaving him almost at the pinnacle of release as he pulled away from the kiss.

“I’m going to—” he warned as you continued clenching your walls.

“Don’t pull out” you murmured, Loki’s brows kitting in confusion “cum inside me.”

Loki’s eyes widened as he stilled for a moment at the request. Sure he had done things like that before, there were a fair few orgies in Asgard that he had attended in his centuries but not here, not with a midgardian, not with you. The thought surprisingly made him more aroused but before he could proceed, he needed to be certain.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes!” You accidentally yelled before lowering your tone “one time isn’t going to hurt anybody besides, I’ve just finished my period so I can’t get pregnant.” You assured.

“I’m not quite sure that’s how it works—”

“Please Loki.”

Between the sound of your whining, the feeling of your walls pulsating around him and the thought of risking that with you, he couldn’t help but fuck you with ardour as he thrusted deeper, pulling out before thrusting inside of you again. You could barely contain your moans as your head hit the cabinets behind you, bottles falling out and crashing into the sink. He thrusted a few more times before he hit his peak, stilling his movements as he ejaculated inside of you, teeth bared as he shuddered. He stayed like that for a few moments, unable to deny that this was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. He wondered if knowing that there was a risk, a risk that you could end up carrying his spawn was what made it better. No matter how unlikely, he enjoyed the excitement that it stirred in him.

Since then, you and Loki were back to always using protection despite how much he desired to have you like he had done that day. He didn’t want to pressure you into it but he couldn’t deny that it had awoken something inside of him. Something primal. Whenever you were away from him for the night, he’d stroke himself to completion, imagining his lubricated hand was the walls of your pussy. He’d blow his load, imagining he was releasing deep inside of you, filling you. Breeding you. It wasn’t until one evening when you found yourselves in the same position that he was able to give into his more carnal urges.

“We don’t have any protection.” You frowned.

“That’s never stopped us before.” Loki grinned, kissing your neck as he rubbed his fingers against your clit.

“Fuckk Loki” you mewled, eyes closing as your head fell back against the mirror behind you “but we c-can’t r-risk it.” You insisted. Practically growling, Loki’s kisses against your neck turned into a sharp bite as he sunk his teeth in, the pain leaving you even more aroused as he entered you with his fingers.

“Say that again.” He purred in your ear.

“We can’t risk it Loki.” You repeated, confused as to why he’d want you to say that again as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that perfect spot. His lips were sucking bruises onto your neck before it hit you, eyes rounding in surprise. “You like this don’t you” you smirked “the idea of impregnating me, the risk.” You teased.

Wordlessly, Loki’s eyes darkened as he pulled his fingers out of you. Your gazes met as he licked them clean before he moved his hand to hold his length. Moments later, he was entering you, your back hitting the mirror behind you as his hips pushed your body further and further into it. You watched him, sweat beading on his brow as he looked down at himself thrusting into you.

“Fuckk Loki, just like that.” You moaned, squeezing your walls around him.

“You feel so good” he praised, voice almost strangled “norns, I can feel your walls clenching around me, begging me to fill you.” He continued, pressing the palm of his hand against the mirror whilst the other rested against your hip.

“Lokii.”

“Are you going to let me pump you full of my seed? Mhmm?” He uttered in your ear “yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you.” He almost sniggered.

“Yesss.”

“Do you want my cum? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you.”

“Lokiii I’m so closeee.” You near cried.

“Tell me you desire my seed. Beg for it.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

“Please, pleaseee Loki—fuck, I want your baby—I want.” You moaned, words leaving you as Loki began playing with your clit “fuckk!” You screamed as pleasure engulfed you.

“I can’t wait to see you round with my spawn.” He panted, still fucking into you as his precum mixed with your slick “everyone’s going to know, they’ll all know ‘twas me who impregnated you, me who gifted you my seed, that you let me—norns, you let me cum inside this pretty pussy.”

“Loki.” You whimpered, approaching another climax. His thrusts grew sloppy as he reached his peak, entering deep inside of you before he came, shooting his hot seed into you. You clung to him desperately as your thighs shook, both of you overwhelmingly sated and sensitive as you caught your breaths back.

“We’ve got a lot to unpack.” You chuckled as your breathing steadied.

“Okay mrs can I call you daddy?” Loki answered, kissing your forehead causing you to gasp.

Meanwhile in meeting room 1A:

“So where’s Loki and y/n?” Bucky asks, sitting at a chair.

“They needed to use the restroom.” Steve answers.

“Together?” Natasha smiled.

“Yes.” Steve nods confused.

“You let them leave and go into a bathroom together?” Bucky chuckles.

“I don’t see the prob—oh.” Steve pales.

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