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galionne-speeding · 4 months

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What are their dynamics like with each other?

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Aw HELL YEAH group dynamics!

I've simplified them into 5 categories that sort of speak for themselves, though I should specify that everyone here gets along great so the 'Friends' category is for close friendships specifically. As for the 'Siblings' category, it's for siblings and 'sibling-like' relationships.

Scratch and Grounder already viewed each other as siblings as we all know, but after some time of D.U.F.U.S. living with them and looking after them in different ways, they started to see him as an older brother figure. Both of them are terrified of thunder and Doof was the first to try to help them with it. He has watched their Edgar Eagle VHS tapes with them countless times and lets them talk about the show at length. The twins look up to him ; and he's grown to care about them like family.

Coconuts was somewhat jealous of this relationship for a time, but when others joined the Sanctuary it greatly eleviated those feelings.

The other family unit is Bocoe, Decoe, and Bokkun. Shocking, I know. Bocoe and Decoe have been a couple for years at this point, long before they were abandonned and kicked out by Eggman. They're deeply affectionate towards each other and are very rarely seen apart ; if ever. They also built Bokkun! Eggman wanted a messenger robot but couldn't be bothered to build one himself (he'd much rather work on his giant fighting mechs), so he drew up some quick plans and handed the task off to his two underlings. Bocoe and Decoe took a few liberties but Bokkun was eventually born and they instantly grew attached to their little boy.

Speaking of their little boy, Bocoe and Decoe are lucky to have quite a few people in the Sanctuary who enjoy looking after him. Scratch and Grounder particularly like the little guy ; and so does Cubot once he joins the group. D.U.F.U.S. occasionally helps with the babysitting as well.

Finally, the friendships!

Scratch and Bocoe' friendship was born from something the two agreed on a long time ago. They both have people they care deeply about ; people they cannot let anything happen to. So Scratch and Bocoe agreed that if something happened to either of them, the other would help take care of their family. From there however, this simple agreement grew into a a close friendship: they could understand each other ; what it's like to have a family to look after.

Coconuts was always a bit of a loner- while a part of Grounder and Scratch's family, he never considered them as his siblings and they never considered him one either. He appreciates Bocoe and Decoe, but doesn't relate to them in terms of their relationship to one another or their roles as parents. But when Orbot- someone who had been hurt by their creator in similar ways and still struggled with remnant feelings of loyalty towards him ; something Coconuts himself had experienced in the very beginning ; joined the Sanctuary, the two naturally gravitated towards each other. They can spend hours talking about nothing and while Orbot can't eat, he greatly enjoys helping Coconuts cook.

Cubot and Grounder have a much more lighthearted, fun kind of friendship. They're two dumbots just out to have fun. Cubot thinks Grounder's many integrated tools are sooo cool ; and Grounder thinks Cubot's ideas are genius and amazing (which... compared to Grounder's... Yeah Cubot probably is capable of genius-level thinking). They particularly enjoy walking through the yet unexplored parts of the Sanctuary and try to map it out to see if they can find anything useful.

#ask #anon #robo roommates au #scratch aosth #grounder aosth #coconuts aosth #d.u.f.u.s. aosth #bocoe #decoe #bokkun #orbot #cubot #sonic the hedgehog #sth #aosth #adventures of sonic the hedgehog #sonic x #bocoe and decoe #bodecoe

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springdandelixn · 2 years

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For the smut prompts can I get 4 and 35 with Loki please?

The Bet

Summary: You're determined to win again your on-going bet with Loki. But what happens when it's his turn to claim victory?

From the following prompts: #4 - Let's see how many times I can make you cum tonight. #35 - I’m gonna handcuff you to the bed so you can’t push my head away after I make you cum.

Characters: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, bondage, oral (f receiving), Loki is cunning.

Thank you for the request! Kinda sloppy, so I apologize but I hope you enjoy! 💚

“He’s not going to die.” You say with much conviction as you take the popcorn out of the microwave. “He’s like the strongest and smartest character in the show. How is he going to die when he’s practically 10 steps ahead of all of them?”

“I just know it, Darling.” Loki grins at you from the couch, remote in hand as he searches for the show you both have been binging for the past month and a half. “That’s what the show does. It’s very predictable.” He explains like he’s an expert on the show, though you don’t question his passion for it either. “They set up the strongest players for everyone to love only to kill them after.”

“They won’t kill my boy.” You grumble as you sit beside him on the couch. A bowl of popcorn in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other. You hand him a bottle and bowl. “He’s different. He’s strong.” It’s like you’re convincing yourself more than him. You push on. “He’ll live.”

“We’ll see.” He smirks as he turns to face you. He leans forward, his face only inches away from your cheek. “And when he does, when I win this bet, I’m going to handcuff you to the bed so you can’t push my head away after you come.” His voice is low and full of determination. The surety of his promise makes your knees weak, your spine tingle, and your core tighten almost in an instant. “And I’ll make you come again and again and again.” He places a light kiss on the side of your mouth before pulling away, the smirk on his lips seeming permanent as he plays the final episode on the television.

It has been an ongoing bet you both have. Watching the series and predicting who will die in the season finale. The winner gets to choose their prize and so far, you’ve won a spa day, a new pair of sneakers and to your surprise, one you didn’t actually expect him to get, a Millennium Falcon Lego set.

“I’ll never understand your fascination for this...this thing.” He said as he held the Lego pieces in his hands.

“If you watch Star Wars with me, then you’ll understand.” You grinned at him and began reading the instructions in the booklet.

So far, it’s either you’ve been winning the bets or no one wins at all. Loki has never gotten his chance to ask anything. And now, with how he’s certain of his prediction, it makes you want to win even harder. To prove him wrong and win once again. And you have to, there’s a new pair of shoes you really want to get and you have no qualms about him spending his money to get it.

“Noooooo!” You shout in shock as the blade of the dagger meets the neck of your favorite character, watching his body writhe on the cobblestone floor as the life seeps out of him. “That can’t be! No!” You sit still on the couch, mouth still agape from what you’ve witnessed. You feel the tears brimming in your eyes and fight back hard for them not to fall.

You whimper slightly when you feel Loki’s arm encircle you, leaning against him as he holds you to his chest. His hand lightly rubs your shoulder in comfort and latch unto it desperately.

A light hum leaves you when you feel his lips press lightly against your hair. “You know what that means, Darling.” He mumbles and you turn your head to face him, eyes wide when you see the mischievous grin on his lips, green eyes glowing with desire and want, and most of all victory. “I win.”

You don’t know why Loki owns a pair of handcuffs. You don’t even know why they aren’t the fuzzy kind that’s usually sold in the pleasure shops downtown. They’re real. The metal restraints rubbing against your skin as you tug on them lightly, not too tight to hurt you yet not loose to let you escape.

The room is dark except for the dim lamp that shines at the bedside table on your left and the window with the curtains thrown back, allowing the silver of the moon to shine into your room. You’re naked on the bed, not even a blanket to shield you from the cold. Nipples going stiff and pussy dampening with anticipation. Completely bare for Loki to see and helpless against the plans he has for you.

“I must say, you look delectable like this, Darling.” You turn your head to the side and face him, seeing him leaning against the threshold of the door, naked from the waist up. The contours of his abdomen and the muscle cuts on his arm glistening against the faint light of the room. “It makes all those times losing so much worth it.” He smirks and watches him slowly walk toward the bed.

“You don’t have to goad me.” You try to feign annoyance but it’s useless with how much he makes you squirm and he hasn’t even touched you yet. Only walking and talking and god you hate how much power he has on you. That you don’t doubt he knows of with how much he smiles that naughty smile of his. One you want to purge with your own mouth.

He stands at the side of the bed. His eyes staring down at you, boring into your own before he trails them down to your body, watching his pupils dilate with desire, with want, with lust for you. He reaches over and rolls his forefinger against your nipple, making you fidget on the bed and release a soft moan from his ministrations.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Darling.” He breathes before pulling his hand away, making you arch your back from the loss of contact, your mind turning into a puddle and wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your heated body. “So helpless and mine to do as I please.” He continues and you gasp when he kneels in front of you, grabbing your thighs to wrap them around his clothed waist and pressing you flush against the growing erection within his trousers.

A soft moan leaves your lips when he leans down to trail kisses on your collarbone, his hand holding him up on the side of your head while the other grabs your waist, kneading your side with his deft fingers before running them up to cup your tit and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Loki—” You moan out his name, your hips bucking instinctively as you try to rub it against his crotch, your pussy crying to be touched, to be kissed, to be fucked. “Please,”

“Patience, my love.” He whispers against your skin. “I have waited so long for this.”

He presses his lips on the tops of your breast, a kiss on each before he runs his tongue against your skin. Your breath then hitches and you pull on your restraints quite harshly as he wraps his lips around your nipple, rolling the tip of his tongue around it while his hand caresses the underside of your breast.

You’re panting and arching your back, wanting more of his mouth on you as he begins to suck on the stiff nub. Mewls and moans bounce through the walls when his teeth graze against your skin, the cuffs jingling against the metal bedframe each time you pull on them, the metal biting on your skin deliciously and you wouldn’t be surprised to find marking on your wrist after.

“Please, Loki—” You beg. And you hate begging. But you’re left with no choice. Your body sings with each lick and flick of his tongue on the stiff peaks of your tits, throwing your head back when he gives the same treatment to the other. And how it drives you crazy, your body shivering and tightening deliciously in desire when his hand runs down to the apex of your thighs, his thumb barely skimming against your clit that makes you whimper out loud.

You whine when his lips leave your skin, running his tongue down your sternum and to your abdomen, swirling it around your naval before he pushes himself away and grins up at you after pressing a kiss just above your clit.

He traces a finger along your folds, teasing you as he pushes the tip of his digit just past your entrance, lightly rubbing the walls, making you pant heavily, his teasing slowly pushing you to the edge that makes you lift your leg up to his shoulder, wanting to lock him between your thighs.

But he’s fast and places both of his hands on your inner thighs, pushing your legs apart wide and exposing your cunt to the cool air of the bedroom. You whimper his name when he leans down and gives your lips a long and slow lick, stopping the tip just at your clit and rolling the tip of his tongue against it.

You’re desperate. You’re needy. Your legs are shaking in anticipation for him to take you, to claim you again and again. To imprint on your skin that you are his and no one else’s. He sucks on your clit lightly and you moan incoherently, wanting to call his name but the words come out garbled from his frustrating ministrations.

“Nooo—” You whisper when he pulls away, looking down at him as you try to follow his lips with your pelvis. But his hands keep you pinned on the bed and you shiver when you see the way he’s looking at you. Like a predator ready to devour his prey.

“Now, let’s see how many times I can make you come tonight, Darling.” He says with a smirk and you turn into a moaning mess when his lips latch onto your clit, tongue swirling around it as he sucks on it hard, pushing your head back against the pillow as you succumb to his power.

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disventurecamptakes · 13 days

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Defending Alec isn’t enough I need a gun

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#disventure camp #disventure camp alec #coconut anon #🥥 anon

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real-total-drama-takes · 1 year

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During a challenge, Bowie starts speaking in jockey lingo and someone asks 'What?' And Bowie goes 'Sorry I've been hanging with Raj a lot.'

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#coconut anon #total drama #total drama 2023 #td spoilers #td raj #td bowie #bowraj #rajbow

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thatsuccubabe · 14 days

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

1- all the big and small souls that live in my house

2- laughing so hard with someone else

3- my hobbies (sewing, crocheting, reading, hiking, yoga, music)

4- driving with the windows down on a warm day

5- trying new places to eat

#added bonus- smelling like coconut #thanks for the tag!#asks and anons

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senditothemoonn · 1 year

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literally enamored with the way you draw scotland, i want to bury my head in his chest and i’m not even kidding. he’s hard as a coconut shell, only to be sweet and tender at its chore. a manly lad with a sensible heart ❤️ francis is a peach in comparison. a soft skin yet a strong inside as you get to know him

the way you draw scotland literally enchants me, i want to bury my head in his chest and i'm not even kidding. he's tough as a coconut shell, yet he gets soft and tender on the inside. he’s a manly boy with a sensitive heart <33 the way you draw him is flawless. francis would be like a peach in comparison. a soft, pleasant skin hiding a wild beast as you get to know him

‘A manly lad with a sensitive heart’ and ‘soft skin with a strong inside’

My god. MY. GOD.

You don’t understand how much I am crying over that description. You are so RIGHT! That is so true and correct and honestly I couldn’t have put into words better how I see them myself.

Alasdair this big lumbering man with a rough exterior and a scowl that would make babies cry but who’s really just a giant softie (I mean you guys know how much of a teddy bear I love to make him 😭)

And Fran! So elegant, graceful, demure - even appearing guileless at times but to people who know him at all, he is anything but - his exterior is soft both emotionally and physically (he wears his heart on his sleeve but he’s also got a fat ass and thick thighs (¬‿¬) but when you bite into him, he is hard as rock. For me, he’s incredibly strong willed which can be a good thing but he’s also very stubborn and petty and honestly rather pompous so for however much he will fight for what he believes is right, he will just as resolutely hold a grudge over the most trivial shit like you wouldn’t believe (especially if it’s against Arthur)

#thank you for this love message anon!#seriously made my day I had to draw sth silly and cute because the coconut/peach metaphor really did something to me #in a good way #💖💞💓💗💘💕#scotfra #ask #my art #francis bonnefoy #alasdair kirkland #its a very furry coconut i know but it needed to match alasdair okay

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thxnks4themrms · 5 months

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i am not a coconut specimen /lh

Hey >:(

You’re a coconut fossil speicmen killjoy lego everything :)

#vampy asks #vampy loves 🪓🖤#🪓🖤 off anon #🪓🖤#how does one even obtain coconut flavored things #I’ve seen strawberry ones #AW I WANT LIME N GREEN APPLE ONES #hold up #I gotta go on Amazon

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just-bendy · 1 year

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((Can I suggest a name for the... Reverse color bendy clone?... I had an oc like this once, I'd named it "Bendo", to reference that it was like a reverse bendy! White skin with black accessories, as opposed to the usual black skin and white accessories of our beloved little guy))

(( thanks for suggesting a name for the white colored bendy clone! however, he does have a name, Coconut!

he's not entirely a "reverse color bendy" so i couldn't really give him that name even if i wanted 😅😭😭but thanks for the suggestion! ))

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#bendy clone #bendy clone 59/coconut #ask #mun #anon #(( my sister made fun of his name by comparing him to a t1kt0k dog 😭😭 ))

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galionne-speeding · 4 months

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What jobs do the robo roommates perform to keep the place running? I'm running under the assumption that they all have their own lil niches

You're right! Everyone has their own little specialty and role in the base!

Scratch and Grounder are essentially handymen. They're not good with the more complex and capricious tech, but they know how to keep the lights and heating and plumbing and any of the other basics of the Sanctuary running- Grounder's many integrated tools are a great help with that. Additionally, the twins have a deal with Coconuts to take on all of his cleaning duties, as a peace offering after the many not-so-nice things they did to him before Robotnik abandonned them.

Coconuts is the house cook and by Gaia his cooking is good. Now yes, the robots don't need to eat. But they can. No one really knows why Robotnik/Eggman gave so many human-like features to his robots like being able to eat and cry and feel cold ; maybe he was bored. Or lonely. Or both. Either way, Coconuts picked up cooking because no one else was any good at it and not only is he a great cook, he thoroughly enjoys it.

D.U.F.U.S. having the ability to shapeshift into anything ; he can do just about any job. The main one is disguising himself as a Mobian (his mobiansona(??) is a green gaur named Duffy) and going shopping for food and batteries in the nearby towns (Coconuts sometimes accompanies him, wearing a very non-suspicious black cloak). When not out on errands, Doof helps wherever he can and mostly sticks around Scratch and Grounder doing upkeeping and basic repairs.

Bocoe and Decoe brought the biggest change to the Sanctuary as they were not only designed to be pilots ; but also and most importantly mechanics. They're essentially robot doctors ; in charge of keeping everyone else "healthy" and functionning properly. They also try to give the other bots upgrades that might make day-to-day life easier (for example, upgrading Scratch, Grounder and Coconuts so they can run on more efficient rechargeable batteries instead of big, clunky, non-rechargeable batteries). They also take care of the more complex tech in the base like the Eggnet computer and surveillance system and build new equipment as needed.

Bokkun's only job is to be a kid and be cute and eat junk food. He's very very good at all three. Occasionally he also gets asked to do "deliveries", which is pretty much just bringing someone a wrench or announcing that dinner is ready across the base.

Orbot and Cubot don't really have a job yet as they've only just arrived in the Sanctuary. Cubot does seem to like hanging around Scratch, Grounder and D.U.F.U.S. while Orbot prefers working with Bocoe and Docoe as well as Coconuts, so this might continue in the future.

#ask #anon #robo roommates au #scratch aosth #coconuts aosth #d.u.f.u.s. aosth #bocoe #decoe #bocoe and decoe #bokkun #grounder aosth #scratch and grounder #sonic x #adventures of sonic the hedgehog #aosth #sonic #sonic the hedgheog

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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15 & 19 for the Loki smut prompt please!!

Study Buddy

Loki x F!Reader - University AU

From the following prompts: #15 - Keep moaning. It sounds beautiful. #19 - I can’t count the number of times I’ve masturbated to the thought of you. Warnings: 18+, smut, a little haha moment, Loki is a sweet boyfriend

So this request actually fell in sync with the idea I had for Secret Serenade pt2. If you haven't read Secret Serenade, the link will be here. Also this became longer than expected haha but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

To the one that requested this, thank you! This will be my last request for the time being. And to everyone who sent them requests, you are all amazing. Thank you for taking me on this rollercoaster ride with the god of mischief. It has been a blast!

Your comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated. And as always, may you guys enjoy this piece. Love you all 💚

Waiting outside the lecture hall, Loki leans against the wall. Your favorite beverage in one hand and the other gripping the strap of his bag that’s slung over his shoulder.

Countless times he’s done this. But he feels even giddier this time for he is no longer your best friend; the title was left buried in the sand of the beach he first kissed you. He’s now your boyfriend. Boyfriend. How the word still feels surreal in his mind yet he clings to every letter of it, his heart singing just at the thought of you being officially his.

He stands in attention when the door finally opens. His eyes vigilant, scanning the faces of the students filing out of the room and then smiling when they land on yours. But his smile seemingly fades when he sees the sour expression on your face, weaving through the students as he tries to get to you immediately.

“Darling—over here.” He calls over the crowd as he tries to get your attention and he feels the pull at the pit of his stomach when you turn to face him. It’s the first time he’s ever called you that and yet you somehow knew that it was you he was calling for.

There’s a smile now on your face and he meets you halfway, his eyes blinking when you greet him with a peck on the lips and a sigh soon after, your head leaning against his shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” He asks then remembers himself, holding your drink out to you. “I got you your favorite.”

“Thanks, babe.” You mumble and reach for the transparent cup, humming after taking a sip of the iced beverage before resuming to lean against him. “We have a quiz on Wednesday and my body is still on vacation mode.” You whine before looking up at him. “Study with me?”

He doesn’t know why you’re asking. His answer will always be, “Of course. Library or your dorm?”

“Let’s study at yours.” He takes your hand and nods, lacing his fingers through yours as he walks you down the hall and to your next class.

A book in your hands and your back against his chest as you both sit on his bed. His arms are around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder, listening to the passage you’re reading in your textbook.

He loves it when you read to him. He loves the sound of your voice. And it’s as if something ignites within him that he bravely moves your hair away from your neck and presses a kiss at the base of your nape. He tries to hear if your words would falter from such an intimate act, but when you continue to read, your tongue curling beautifully on the vowels, he pushes on.

You’re wearing his shirt. A green flannel you’ve stolen from him before which he never bothered asking back. His heart always skipped each time he saw you wearing it and how he wanted to always see you in his clothes. And it was indeed a delightful sight for him when not only his flannel graced your body, but also his sweater and one that shocked him one time, a pair of his boxers that you showed him by pulling at the garter from your jeans.

His lips trail a slow path down your shoulder as he slowly peels down the sleeve while his arms tighten around you, subtly pulling you flush against him to have his mouth sit perfectly on the junction between your neck and shoulder. He feels a rumble against his chest when you hum and your body shivering against his but all thoughts of caution leave him to even stop what he’s doing, poking out his tongue to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Loki—” He hears you whisper his name and it urges him to continue. His hand slipping through the fabric of your shirt, grazing his fingertips against your flesh and teasingly running his thumb on the edge of your bra, the desire to slip his hand through the cups to caress the underside of your breast pulling him strong.

“What are you doing?” You ask him as you turn your head to look up at him, his eyes boring into you as he keeps his hold around your waist.

“I’m simply admiring my girl.” Oh, how he loves the sound of that. My girl. He takes the book from your hand, folding the corner of the page, and setting it down on the foot of his bed. “You’ve been studying for an hour now, maybe a little break?” He asks, his eyes darting down quickly to your lips before lifting them back to your eyes.

There’s a smirk on your lips when he catches your eyes, your hand reaching up to give his nose a poke. “And what did you have in mind?”

He doesn’t speak. His mind to muddled with desire to form any words. Instead, he leans down, his free hand cupping your jaw as he presses his lips against yours, kissing you softly yet moving his mouth with intent. And before he even realizes what he’s doing, he pins you underneath him, his thighs nestling between yours, holding himself up with his elbow on the side of your head while his other hand runs up your side, caressing your soft skin beneath your tank top.

The moan your whisper into his mouth makes a shiver of want run up his spine. His hand reaches deeper within your shirt and with cautious hands, cups your breast through your bra and gives it a light squeeze. But when you moan once more, he knows that what he’s doing is alright, and when your hands reach down to tug on the hem of your shirt, he knows that you want him just the same.

He breaks the kiss and sits on his knees if only to help you take off his top, tossing the fabric on the floor. His hands then slide the sleeves of your—his—flannel when you sit up, leaving your shoulders bare, hunger filling him anew when you take your tank top soon after, leaving you in your shorts and your bra.

“Beautiful.” He mumbles and smiles when he sees the blush forming on your cheeks that has him leaning forward to capture your lips once more while his hands reach behind you, his thumb and forefinger twisting the clasps free and slipping them from your body.

And if he thought you beautiful then, he saw you as ethereal now. Your skin radiating against the light in his room, his hand carefully caressing the side of your breast and his thumb feeling the underside of it.

“You look amazing, Darling.” He couldn’t help himself. Thumb rolling against your nipple and watching with careful eyes how it perks up to his touch.

His eyes then meet yours when you let out a giggle, a smile forming on his lips before he catches your lips once more, kissing you softly at first then hard all at once, a moan leaving your lips as he lays you back down on the bed the moving his lips to your jaw, down your neck, nipping at the patch of soft skin while his hands continue to caress your tits.

He loves the feel of your hands on his hair, groaning when you tug on his raven locks as he moves his lips lower. He presses a kiss on your sternum then looks at you with wide eyes, as if asking for permission for his next task. When he sees you nod, he wraps his lips around your nipple and basks in the sound of your moans as he sucks and licks on the stiff nub, his hand tracing down your abdomen and cupping your sex through the fabric of your shorts.

“Loki—please,” You beg and god how your voice sounds wonderful to his ears, a motivation to have him push on, for you to elicit the heavenly moans you keep within.

He gives a final flick of his tongue on your nipple before giving the same treatment to the other, grabbing the courage that surrounds him and moving to slip his hand through your bottoms. A gasp then leaves his lips when he feels the dampness of your folds, his finger tracing them, teasing your entrance as his thumb presses against your clit, adding pressure to the bundle of nerves.

He hears you choke and when he looks up, you’re lips are clamped around your wrist, as if stopping yourself from making any noise.

He shakes his head and leans up to nudge your hand away with his face, his nose nuzzling against yours as he continues to caress you, touch you at your heat. “Don’t hold it in, Darling.” He whispers against your cheek. “Keep moaning. It sounds beautiful.” And slowly, he pushes a digit in your cunt, a gasp leaving your lips and your hands clamping down on his shoulders, Loki pushing forward even more til his finger is buried to the knuckle.

He keeps his forehead pressed against your temple as he thrusts his finger at an easy pace, slipping a second sooner that warrants him another whisper of his name. And the way you’re bucking your hips against his hand only urges him to go faster. His digits coated by your slick that makes him slide it in and out with ease, his thumb rolling against your clit, stimulating your further until your nails dig into his skin. And he won’t be surprised to find welts there when he’s done with you.

“Loki,” You mumble once more and he hums at the sound of his name, his eyes watching you carefully as he breathes against your face. Admiring how your eyes are hooded and it’s all because of him. “I want you—please.” You plead. “I need you inside me.”

It’s the only sign he needed, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and trailing the wetness up your abdomen before slipping it through his lips, humming at the taste of your nectar upon his tongue.

His eyes dart down between your bodies when he feels you fumbling with his jeans and he takes it upon himself to expel his clothing. He undoes the button then the fly, legs moving and bending on the bed to slip them from his legs, his boxer briefs leaving him all the same.

His attention then draws on you and he kneels down, taking hold of the garter of your shorts and slipping it free from your thighs, his breath shaky and his heart pounding loudly against his chest when he sees your cunt glistening with your arousal.

He wants to flick his tongue against your clit. Wants to drink your honey from the source. So he does just that. His hands press against your inner thighs as he spreads your legs apart, his eyes closing as he rests his nose just above the curls and inhales deeply, taking in your intoxicating scent.

Loki looks up at you once and smirks at the way you’re biting your lip, feeling you anticipating his next move. Then he runs his tongue through your folds, lapping up what little essence remains on them before finding your clit and rolling the tip of his tongue against it. Oh, how he could die a happy death right now as he finally knows what heaven tastes like, what heaven feels like.

Your hands find purchase on his hair and he holds your flush against his face, relishing in the sounds you make as he sucks on your clit, tongue licking and flicking, teasing the nub that fills his room with sounds of pleasure, sounds of desire. From his girl. From his love.

If given the chance, he’d do this all day. Have you come undone with only his mouth, drinking up your sweet essence and never getting his fill, wanting more and more and more. But then your tugging on his hair, a grunt leaving his mouth from the roughness of your actions and he knows what he must do, knows what you want and he’s but a lovesick man who wouldn’t dare refuse your desires.

He pulls away, but not after giving your clit a soft kiss. Then settles himself between your thighs once more, leaning down to press to kiss over your abdomen before he takes hold of his cock, hot, and heavy in his hand and slowly, he pushes himself through your folds, a gasp leaving his lips with how tight your feel around him, hugging him perfectly as he slides inch by inch.

He drops his hands on either side of your head as he stays still within you, his eyes closed and his muscles tensing at the surreal feeling of being joined with you. Carefully, he bends his knees, pressing his chest against yours and when he opens his eyes, he’s blown away with how you look, eyes glimmering with desire and he hums when he feels your hands reaching up his face.

“I can’t count the number of times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you.” He mutters softly, lips grazing against yours before pressing his forehead on yours. “And now, such fantasies are now a reality.” He sees your blush creeping up your neck and cheek and it makes him smile with delight.

“I’m all yours, Loki,” You whisper and pull him down for a kiss.

You whine against his mouth when you feel him pull back, the way your walls contract deliciously against his cock makes a shiver run up your spine and through your veins. You want to protest, want to stop him from sliding out, but all thoughts leave you when he pushes back in, filling your once more, stretching your walls, and wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

He starts slow, with an easy rhythm that allows you to adjust to his size. But his pace increases gradually, in and out, his cock slides fast and you clutch on his shoulders tight, fingers digging into flesh and moans and mewls leaving your lips at the pleasure that he gives you.

You never thought this would ever happen, only in dreams and in the privacy of your dorms that the image of Loki taking you would come to life. But now, all those dreams have come true, and god it feels amazing to know that he’s been doing the same, touching himself as he thinks of you, fantasizing about you, making everything feel all too glorious at once.

You gasp when he picks up his pace, his hips snapping against yours, the sound of flesh clapping against one another filling your ears, filling the room and you don’t care who would hear. Of who would bare witness to your coupling as the only thing that matters is you and Loki and how amazing he’s fucking you.

He then takes your hands from his shoulders and holds them above your head, pinning you down to his bed as he thrust fast and hard, the gentleness gone and the roughness of his actions ever present. He’s frantic and so are you, hips meeting his thrust per thrust, wanting him to slide deeper, to stretch you wider and you call out his name when his cock pokes that sweet spot within.

“You feel amazing, Darling.” He groans against your lips before he captures them with his own once more, tongue and teeth clashing with each other, how he dominates the kiss and how you let him take control, to take you as he pleases, to spend his desire on you and it makes your heart flutter at the thought that he has indeed chosen you.

You feel the familiar pull at the pit of your stomach and you urge him to go fast, the heel of your foot pressing against his ass, pushing him into you further as you try to chase your high, feeling your body and soul soaring higher and higher into ecstasy.

He throbs within you and you feel that he’s close. You bite on his bottom lip and care for naught if you’d drawn blood. Your breathing ragged and your chest heaving as your muscles tighten and your pussy slickens by the second each time he penetrates you with intent.

He growls and it makes your body sing, gripping on his hands tight when he laces your fingers together, your legs parting further to take him, to allow him to pound into you unceasingly, his pace desperate and hungry and it makes you equally starved for both of your release.

You moan out his name and tilt your head back when he presses his face on the crook of your neck, breathing hard against your skin as he keeps moving his hips. Your stomach then clenches and you shut your eyes tight, gasping once again as you feel your heart in your throat, shouting his name as the coil within you snaps, your leg shaking at the sudden release that flows from within.

He latches his teeth on a patch of skin on your neck and he groans, feeling his canines dig into your flesh, his body shuddering as he stills and spills within you, your name coming out in whispers on your skin as his cock throbs further, feeling his warm seed coat your walls.

You’re breathless on his bed, sated and happy and when he releases your hands, you wrap them around him, cradling him in your arms as he continues to thrust in you, riding out his and at the same time, bringing you down from yours.

Neither of you moves when he finishes and you like it just the same. Relishing in the feeling of his naked body against yours and running your hand up and down his spine. When he looks at you, there’s a smile on his face and it looks stupid and you can’t help but feel love for this man that you smile back, equally as idiotic and pull him into a soft kiss.

“Yo! Will you guys keep it down?!” Someone knocks on Loki’s door and shouts, making you look in its direction when you break the kiss and laughing, your head dropping onto his pillow.

“Was I really that loud?” You ask him and he gives you another stupid grin. God, you love that look on him.

“Maybe. But I don’t really care.” He says and nips at your jaw. “You sounded heavenly.”

“You’re lame.” You tease and he only laughs at that, pushing his face back into your neck. But it’s what I love about you. You’ll tell him that one day but for now, you’ll keep it a secret.

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