#explore and worship 😘

[rosicheeks]

omg I’m so happy for you!!! congrats on the sex, queen!!!!! 😘💖 and uhm uh if you really want it to be gay sex next time i know a certain girl (me) who has received rave reviews in the past such as “good at head” and “has a pretty dick” who would be more than happy to have marathon gay sex with you, hopefully in a more private place where i get to hear your adorable voice moaning for me 😘💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰

-🌸 (awkward dorky trans girl secret admirer)

[sarahscribbles]

First of all, I love you 💜

Second of all, I have a drabble idea!

Loki and reader have been in a romantic relationship for a bit and everything’s been pretty vanilla so far. How would Loki react to reader telling him that she’d like to explore more kink in the bedroom? Specifically that she wants him to be in control?

Can’t wait to see what you do with it, if it inspires of course 😘

I'm rereading this after just finishing the fic and realising that it doesn't touch on the reader wanting Loki to take control. I'm sorry! But I hope this is enjoyable nonetheless!

𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 & 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟑𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞

��𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Six months, three weeks, and four and a half days. And counting,” you breathe out so softly that you don’t think Loki hears you. 

He’s tangled around you tightly in a warm cocoon of cream sheets, as he has been for the past few hours. You had other plans for this afternoon, but when Loki coaxed you back beneath the blankets with those big green eyes and award winning pout, those plans suddenly became very unimportant.

He’s good at that, you’ve come to notice, but you’re equally as good at knowing when to push and when to bend. An unfolding crisis somewhere deep in South America? He’s on his own. A Sunday afternoon of grabbing a coffee and wandering around your favourite second hand book shops? That can wait. 

For Loki, nearly anything can wait. 

The heat of your lovers body is seeping pleasantly into your own, as is his endless affection. That head of beautiful black curls is dipped beneath your jaw, errant strands brushing lightly over your exposed skin, and the low, quiet sounds of content that have flowed from him in an unbroken stream have only placed more of your heart in his capable hands. 

It’s difficult to focus on anything but the warm, heavy weight of Loki on top of you. He’s safe and solid and as familiar to you as the beat of your own heart. His hand has been gripping one of yours for as long as his cock has been hard and brushing against your stomach, desperate to take you, but not without first fulfilling his promise to worship you.

Your beautiful, benevolent god.

You take a shaky breath in, preparing to try and speak again, but the words get lost in transit between your brain and mouth when Loki’s warm lips latch onto the sensitive skin below your jaw. It pulls a ragged moan from deep in your chest, and makes your fingernails curl into the soft skin of his shoulders. You have no idea how many bruises now cover your neck and collarbone, but you know that it’s not enough. 

You want everyone who looks at you to know that you belong to Loki body, mind, and soul. 

“I hadn’t realised you had been keeping count, dove,” Loki replies, running his tongue soothingly over the area he’s just marked. Already, you can feel the first petals of a bruise begin to unfurl beneath your skin, and it makes you thrum with need. 

There’s an undeniable smile in his voice, which you mirror happily against him. His skin is warm and flushed when you press a chaste kiss to his temple, and you swear you hear him purr when you tangle a hand in his hair to lightly scratch his scalp.

“Of course I have. I’m calling it my longest spell of unbroken happiness,” you reply through a grin, unable to stop your hand running down his naked back to squeeze his ass. 

His hair tickles your collarbone when he lifts his head. Loki says nothing as his eyes find yours, but you watch - almost transfixed - at how they sparkle above you. He’s looked at you like this countless times before, yet butterflies still erupt joyously in the depths of your stomach.

It’s a feeling of joy that mingles with a quiet sadness that he’s so unused to being loved. He’s not familiar with being loved on and adored and treated like the most important thing in the universe - something that you fully intend to change. You’ll love him for as long as he’ll have you; you’ll love the good, the bad, and everything in between.

You’ll love him exactly as he is. 

You notice the faint tinge of pink that creeps beneath his cheeks even in the golden half light of your bedroom. It’s endearing, really; this stoic and aloof god blushing because of a few soft words. 

Because of you. 

“Darling thing,” Loki whispers eventually, and presses his lips gently against yours. 

His mouth is warm and soft, but it’s still insistent and you yield easily to his touch. He’s almost flush against you - so much so that you can feel the steady thump of his heart in his chest - but you still need him closer. You pull your hand reluctantly from his to twist it greedily into his raven curls, clamping him firmly to your lips like it’s the last kiss you’ll ever share. Before long, you feel the warm press of his palm against your cheek and the silken softness of his thumb on your chin, gently pressing down so he can kiss you deeper. 

This is what heaven is, you imagine; lying beneath the man you love more than life itself while he worships you so ardently. He looks at you like you hung the moon and if your sands of time ran out tonight, you would greet death happily.

You whine weakly when Loki’s lips leave yours, but it melts to a moan when those same lips find your jaw once more. His hand stays curled around your cheek for leverage as his lips press to your skin again and again, and you can’t help but to gasp at the dull drag of his teeth as he continues lower. 

Loki begins a lazy trail of wet kisses along your collarbone and between the valley of your breasts, but ignores how your nipples harden and beg for his attention.

“Lovely, lovely thing,” he murmurs quietly against your stomach, sliding his hands to your hips to hold them firmly in place when they lift upwards in search of more. 

“Bastard,” you say airily.

Loki silences you easily with a slow drag of his tongue from your navel to the crease of your right hip, something you know he’s chosen to do intentionally. Your cunt aches madly for him, for his fingers, his tongue, his cock - whatever he’ll give you. You only want him. 

You’ll only ever want him. 

He starts to suck bruises into your inner thigh so attentively that you swear you could cum from that alone. His hands are still locked firmly around your hips to keep you pinned to the bed and, no matter how much you squirm, there’s no way to escape his vice like grip. 

It’s an intoxicating thought - having Loki be in control - and a long held fantasy that you know he shares. It’s one you’ve both tiptoed around for the past few months, one you’ve spoken about only the other night, and one you no longer think you can ignore. 

“Wait,” you say softly, quickly, when two warm hands begin to press your thighs further apart.

Those same hands are off you in an instant and you try not to protest at the sudden loss of their familiar, comforting warmth. 

“Alright?” Loki asks, that smooth, deep voice laced with concern and apprehension. 

Quickly, you cup his cheeks in your hands and trace your thumbs soothingly over his flushed skin. “I’m fine.” You promise with a small smile. “I was only thinking about something.” 

The worry etched in his face slowly melts away as he studies you, and he eventually raises one elegant eyebrow in question. “Oh? Do continue, dove,” he replies, turning his face to place a kiss to the palm of your hand. 

Your skin tingles pleasantly in the wake of his touch, as though your soul recognises its mate from the briefest of caresses. “I was thinking that I’d like to try something different, like…like what we talked about the other night,” you say quietly, feeling your cheeks begin to burn. 

Loki is silent for only a moment, but you watch his eyes gradually light up with desire and sparkle with excitement. Against your stomach, you feel his cock twitch. “Are you sure?” he asks intently, curling his fingers around your wrist. 

You nod quickly, already feeling the first twists of anticipation deep in your stomach. “Yes. I trust you.” 

Something in his eyes softens and he leans in to kiss you slow and gentle, like nothing in the world matters to him more than tasting you. “I do so love you, my darling girl,” he murmurs, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. “You remember the system we discussed, yes?”

You nod again. “Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for ok,” you repeat back, already thrumming with excitement. 

It’s something you’ve wanted from the very first time Loki took you to bed. You trust him more than you’ve ever trusted anyone. You trust him to be careful and considerate. You trust him deeply enough to submit to him. 

At hearing you repeat his system, Loki smiles widely at you. “Good girl,” he says, and kisses the tip of your nose. 

You wriggle with anticipation beneath him. Loki sits back on his knees and reaches to take both of your wrists in his grip. He holds them loosely and slowly strokes your skin with the pads of his thumbs.

“This may feel a little odd at first,” he says before a gradual soft tingle courses through both your arms.

It feels like a warm summer rain shower, like the first pleasant lick of a fire after a day in the cold, and then you watch as your wrists are encased in shimmering ropes of green. It’s bewitching to watch Loki’s magic at work. So often, you’ve seen it in the throes of battle and watched how easily he can bring an enemy to their knees, how ruthless he is in wielding magic as weapon of torture when the lives of his friends are at risk. You’ve seen first hand how it can destruct and destroy.

To then watch as he creates something so beautiful…

Gently, Loki then folds your arms back until they touch the headboard and another pleasant surge of warmth locks them in place. You tug experimentally at your bindings, but your arms don’t move. You’re fully restrained to the bed.

And fully at Loki’s mercy. 

He drinks you in as you lie bound before him. There’s a new intensity to his gaze that makes you ache for his touch and burn for his kiss. Sparkling green eyes run slowly over the length of your naked body - like a predator eyeing its prey - and you have to swallow a moan when the tip of his tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

“Colour?” Loki asks softly, ghosting his fingertips along the outside of your thigh. 

“Green,” you answer immediately. 

He gives you a devastating wink. “That’s my girl.”

The pride in his voice is so palpable it almost makes you weep with love for him. The list of things you’d do to make him proud, to be his good girl, is endless - something you have no doubt that he knows. 

Nervously, you wait for what’s to come next, but Loki seems in no rush to move things along. Your arms flex impatiently against the headboard, making the wood creak quietly, and it pulls a smirk across Loki’s handsome face. 

“You aren’t going anywhere, dove, not until I say so.” His voice rolls over you like liquid silk. 

He sounds menacing tonight, like you’re his captured prisoner, but your love for him is burning through your blood. Despite the restraints binding you securely in place, you know that you’re safe. Loki would sooner see the world burn than let any harm come to you - it’s one thing you’ve never been surer of. 

“You’re making me nervous just staring at me,” you say through a laugh. 

Loki begins to slowly trace the tip of a single finger along the inside of your thigh, and it’s enough to make a trail of goosebumps erupt in its wake. His touch is soft and sweet, yet somehow still menacing enough to make your heart rapidly pick up speed. 

“Good,” Loki purrs. “I want you to be nervous. I want that brilliant mind to run wild with the possibilities of what I might do to you next.” 

His finger stops just shy of where you’re throbbing for him and he throws you a wicked smile. It’s dazzling and seductive and pulls a near guttural groan from deep in your chest. Hot arousal is searing through your veins and blazing ferociously through your core. The man before you is sin and salvation, he’s thrill and torment, and you aren’t sure you’re going to survive this night. 

Before you can reply, Loki is silently leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. “We’ll take this slow, dove. Colour?” he murmurs against your flushed skin. 

You breathe in shakily because the raw need to have this man has all but robbed you of the ability to speak. “Gr…green.” 

Loki lifts his head to catch your lips in a deep, chaste kiss. “I love you, my darling.”

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s said those three words in the past six months, but each time you hear them a golden glow of warmth expands deep in your stomach. This beautiful, wonderful man loves you, an unremarkable little mortal. 

He sits back on his knees again and you take a moment to appreciate the beauty of his body. The defined chest, the tight stomach, and those firm thighs that are slightly parted atop the bed.

He’s also achingly hard. 

You drink him in hungrily until your attention is pulled to his hand where that same shimmer of emerald green is dancing softly in his palm. When it fades away to nothing, and you take a few seconds to study the scrap of black silk that remains in its place, you realise that Loki is holding a blindfold between his fingers. 

It sends a shiver down your spine. 

“I’m going to place this over your eyes. Alright?” he asks, intently studying your face. You nod your consent, but Loki doesn’t move. “I need you to say it, dove.”

His voice is so gentle that it almost makes you weep. How did you get so lucky as to call this man yours?

“It’s alright,” you assure him quickly. 

Loki moves closer and leans forward to raise your head off the pillow. With care, he slips the blindfold over your head and, in only a matter of seconds, your entire world goes black. You stiffen at the sudden darkness, but quickly feel Loki’s lips press firmly to your forehead. 

“I’m right here,” he soothes you, cradling your head to his lips in one large hand. “Tell me your colour.”

Your answer doesn’t come immediately. You hate the dark - always have - but you can feel the heat from Loki’s body as he holds you close, you can hear his steady breathing and the beat of his heart in his chest. You haven’t been cast adrift into some endless void - you’re in your bed and safe in your lovers arms. You’re ok. 

“Green,” you tell him honestly. 

Loki places one last kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”

He lays your head back on the pillow and you hear him sit back on the bed. There’s a sudden coldness from the absence of his body, but then his hand is curling around your hip in silent reassurance that he’s still right there. 

“Oh, my darling girl, you do look so beautiful like this,” Loki says, lightly running his thumb back and forth over your hip bone. “So beautiful and all mine.”

Mine. 

His.

It’s all you ever want to be, it’s all you have been since the very first time he kissed you. Your heart belongs to Loki, and you know now that it will belong to Loki until it beats its last. 

“Kiss me. Please,” you half whine, suddenly overcome with the need to have his mouth on yours. 

You hear his quiet laughter and feel the soft tickle of his hair over your breasts as he leans back in. “How could I possibly deny you that, my darling.” 

Seconds later his warm mouth is on yours. He kisses you deeply, so deeply that you try to wrap your arms around him before you remember. Loki grins against your lips and you squeal into his mouth when a finger and thumb then flick your nipple. 

“You’re such a fucking tease,” you goad him breathlessly when his lips leave yours. 

“And you’ll take every second of it,” he replies easily, and you can hear the smirk that’s spread wide across his face. 

You feel his lips at your neck again as he continues adding to his patchwork of bruises, and each time he sucks at your skin, you become increasingly aware of the searing need burning between your thighs.

As best you can, you turn your head to give him more access and he happily obliges. “Mine,” he says firmly before running his tongue along the column of your throat.

You moan shamelessly beneath him, arching off the bed and locking your legs tightly around his hips. “Yours,” you reply easily, digging your heels into his perfect ass. 

“Good girl,” Loki purrs, beginning to move further down your chest. “Very good girl.”

His lips are featherlight as they explore your skin, and the gentle caress of his hair along your abdomen keeps you grounded in the darkness. It’s all too easy to get lost in the haze of his worship, to fully relax into the soft sheets while he lavishes you with attention. You’re so blissfully drunk on this man and the love that he drowns you in…

“Fuck!” you yelp when Loki decides to sink his teeth into an erect nipple and pinch the other between his thumb and forefinger. 

There’s a quiet roll of amused laughter, and then his warm tongue darts out to soothe while the pad of a thumb runs softly over the other. “Sorry, my darling. I couldn’t resist.” 

You wish more than anything that you could see his face, especially when he repeats the previous action over and over. You want to watch his beautiful face and sinful tongue, you want to run your hands over him and twist them in his hair, but no matter how much you tug at the restraints, your hands remain frustratingly locked to the headboard. 

“Ah, ah, darling. That isn’t going to help you at all tonight,” Loki teases, and you feel him stretch up to kiss you again. 

You allow it, but still whine desperately into his mouth. “Please. I need to touch you, Loki. Please.”

He only kisses the tip of your nose. “Not yet. Colour?”

You huff out a sigh, but eventually mumble, “green.” 

“Good girl.”

There’s a quiet rustle of sheets as Loki sits back on the bed, but the soft touch that you’re anticipating doesn’t come. You’re aching for the caress of his hands or the teasing brush of his lips, so much so that you can almost feel their phantom touch if you concentrate hard enough. It’s easier in the darkness the blindfold provides - the cool silk acts like a film screen for all the filthy scenes your mind plays on a loop, each one more depraved than the last. Loki, you’re coming to learn, has a deliciously filthy mind, and he’s all too content to leave you thrumming and squirming at the endless possibilities of what he’s going to do next. 

His silence continues, making you strain to catch even the quiet sound of his breathing. You can’t and it makes your heart begin to race unpleasantly. 

“Loki?” you call out, hearing the hitch in your voice. 

Instantly, a large, warm hand is settling over your knee. “I’m here. Forgive me, I lost myself admiring the beauty before me,” he murmurs, running his thumb soothingly along the side of your knee. 

“Oh, fuck off,” you say through a smile. You can’t see him, but you know he’s gazing at you with those soft eyes that never fail to make you blush. 

“I don’t believe you truly want that,” he replies quickly, a smile evident in his own voice. His palm slides easily round to your inner thigh and you feel the other mirror it. Slowly, he pushes your thighs apart on the bed, opening you fully to him. “All for me, dove?” he purrs, shifting on the mattress so you feel it dip beneath you.

The sound of his voice - deep and dripping with desire - has you slick and aching for him. Your need for him is so fervent that your hips roll off the bed in a desperate search for him, but the only thing you hear is Loki’s quiet, amused laughter. He runs his fingertips teasingly along the inside of one thigh, pulling a groan from deep in your chest and lighting a blazing fire in your blood with just a simple touch. 

Such is the power of a gods touch. 

You whine loudly and yank at the magical bonds of Loki’s restraints. They haven’t budged an inch all night, yet you still pull at them ceaselessly. You desperately want to see your lovers face, to see the intent look in his eyes that promises pleasure you can only dream of, but Loki doesn’t move, doesn’t make any sign that he’s ready to free you just yet.

“Please,” you whimper pleadingly, feeling so wildly aroused that the simple brush of his fingertip could send you hurtling over the edge. 

“Patience,” Loki purrs smoothly. 

A string of curses slips swiftly from your lips in tandem with your hips bucking off the bed in frustration, but Loki’s warm hands move quickly to pin them back against the mattress. 

“I believe a gag may be in order next time, dove,” he says. His voice is teasing, but there’s a quiet undercurrent of warning running beneath that he will gag you.

It sends a fresh rush of heat straight to your aching cunt. 

“Fuck. Do you promise?” you breathe out before you can stop yourself, already close to dizzy at the idea of Loki gagging you. 

This time, Loki’s laughter is wholly unrestrained. “I love you, my darling little minx. You have my word that there will be many nights of exploration after this one.”

His hands are still curled around your knees, and the next thing you feel are his lips pressing to your inner thigh. He works slowly, methodically, kissing and sucking and nibbling your sensitive skin until your eyes roll back in the darkness. It’s something he’s done countless times before, but the addition of the blindfold only amplifies the sensation. 

In the darkness, you focus on the warmth of his lips and the wetness of his tongue as they move along your thigh. You feel the tickling caress of his hair and the way his fingers push your thigh closer to his lips. You feel his love for you in every sweet and teasing nip of his teeth. 

This man loves you, and you couldn’t ask the stars for anything more. 

His lips continue a warm path along your thigh, making you tingle beneath each touch. He takes his time sucking bruise after bruise into your willing flesh, ensuring that you’ll be covered in his marks tomorrow. His touch is intoxicating and you can’t help but to part your thighs wider as he edges closer to your aching cunt. He’s so close that you brace for the first electrifying feel of his warm, sinful tongue. 

But it’s a touch that doesn’t come.

Instead, you feel his lips press to your other thigh to begin the same slow, torturous ascent.

“Loki, for fuck sake!” you groan with another frustrated buck of your hips, but it’s so perfectly Loki that a laugh is soon to follow. 

You feel him grin against your thigh. “Perhaps a lesson on patience is needed tonight, yes?” he replies smoothly and nips gently at your skin. 

Loki doesn’t wait for your answer and, purposefully slowly, works his way along your thigh. This time, though, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of your impatience. You moan his name shamelessly and sigh blissfully at each warm press of his lips. As expected, it doesn't take him long to finish marking you. 

“You’re going to be the end of me, you little vixen,” Loki teases, though now his voice is heavy with lust and raspy with need. 

Although you can’t see him, you know exactly how he looks on the bed before you. You know that his usually immaculate curls are now falling haphazardly across flushed cheeks, and that his eyes are glittering with desire. You know his cock is stiff and aching to be inside you, only made bearable by swift, short strokes while he’s ravished you. 

You don’t need to see him to know that he’s craving you just as desperately. 

“I have no idea what you mean,” you reply innocently. “You said - oh, fuck!”

An affectionate taunt had been taking easy shape on your tongue, but the words fall into the air when Loki finally presses his sinful tongue to your cunt and licks a slow, firm line all the way to your clit. It pulls your back off the bed and makes the headboard groan loudly with how forcefully you yank against your restraints. You need more. 

“Yes, dove?” Loki asks, an unmistakable smugness dripping from two words.

You swiftly shake your head against the pillows. “Not important. Do that again. Please!”

Every inch of you is crying out for him, burning for him, and you don’t think you can stand another second without some part of his body inside yours. You need him.

“But of course,” Loki murmurs.

You don’t have time to entertain how easily he obliges you because he buries his tongue back in your cunt, licking and sucking and teasing until that coil of arousal begins to wind tighter and tighter in your core. 

The blindfold is still snugly around your eyes, but you can perfectly picture your lover in your minds eye as his head bobs between your thighs. You want to pull him closer as your climax builds, or have the simple, reassuring feel of him beneath your fingertips, but all they caress is the night air of your room. 

Between your thighs, Loki continues to expertly propel you towards release, and the sounds of his contented moans only adds fuel to the flame. His name slips easily from your lips in a breathless chant as your orgasm crests and, quickly, your entire body tenses in preparation, read to fall through the freefall…

But then Loki’s tongue is gone. 

You flail wildly on the bed and your hips buck desperately in a fruitless search for Loki’s mouth. “Loki, what the fuck!” you whine. 

“Shhhh,” he soothes you quickly, laying a warm hand across your thigh and stroking your skin with his thumb. “Tell me your colour, darling.”

Despite the absolute frustration he left bubbling in his wake, you can’t deny that you enjoyed it. “Still green,” you answer after only a moment of hesitation.

The bed frame creaks beneath you and then you feel the warm press of Loki’s lips on your forehead. “Good girl,” he whispers, then moves to position himself back between your legs. “Then consider this your lesson in patience.”

His mouth returns to your cunt and this time he takes his time building you back up. You want to roll your hips against his tongue in encouragement, but two hands pin them firmly to the bed, forcing you to endure whatever he decides to give you. 

Loki does everything he knows you love - every pattern and every rhythm - and when he then slips two fingers inside you, you feel the beginnings of what promises to be a cataclysmic release.

“Loki…,” you whine out a warning, balling your hands into fists so tight that your nails pierce your skin. 

Just as you’re about to tumble over Loki stops again, ensuring that your orgasm slips from your desperate fingertips. A frustrated sob catches in your throat, but Loki soothes and praises you through it, peppering your face in sweet kisses and cradling your cheek in his hand. 

“You’re sick for making me enjoy this,” you half laugh while he continues holding you. 

He laughs freely and deeply and presses yet another kiss to your temple. “I’m terrible, I know. Only twice more, my darling, I promise,” he murmurs softly in your ear. 

Easily, you allow him. 

By the fourth time, your thighs are shaking and a single tear of frustration leaks down your cheek from behind the blindfold. 

“Loki…please,” you beg him softly as the pad of his thumb gently brushes it away.

Little more than a second later, the familiar warm shimmer of his seidr trickles through your body, effortlessly dissolving the silk of your blindfold and the dancing green glimmer of your restraints. You lower your arms gratefully and blink a few times until Loki’s handsome face comes into full focus before you.

“There she is,” he says quietly, taking both of your wrists in one large hand to bring them to his lips. He runs the other gently over your skin until the dull ache that had settled into your bones fades away to nothing. “I am so very proud of you, my darling girl. You were magnificent,” he continues, swiftly dipping his head down to kiss you deeply. 

You pull your hands from his to greedily wrap them around him, taking in every inch of him beneath your roaming fingertips as though you had never touched him before. 

“Please,” you repeat, twisting a hand into his hair as he rests his forehead against yours.

He captures your lips in another quick kiss. “No more begging, dove. I am yours.”

Loki holds your gaze as he lines himself up and finally, finally, inches inside you. You’re more than ready for him, and he groans deeply at the feel of your cunt clenching around him. 

“Perfect,” he grunts. “Fucking perfect.” 

He shudders as he bottoms out and you see how his fingers dig into the mattress at your side. He’s as pent up as you are - perhaps even more - and you know that neither of you are going to last long after the last hour. 

Brazenly, you run your hands along his muscled back to squeeze his ass, biting back a smirk at the look that crosses his face. It’s the final straw that breaks him, and finally his hips begin to roll against yours. 

“Mine,” he rasps in your ear, arching his back to roll into you in long, deep strokes that have you moaning his name like a prayer. 

“Yours,” you breathe back, clutching him to you like a life raft as your orgasm begins to crest. 

All it takes is a few more thrusts of his cock to send you soaring off the edge. You grasp at him wildly and cry out his name so loudly that it rings off the walls. Your climax consumes you, makes the edges of your vision dance white with stars, and it drags Loki under only seconds later. 

Your name is an unbroken melody on his lips, a prayer of adoration to the goddess who granted him his salvation. Through half lidded eyes you watch how he loses himself to his release - jaw slack, eyes closed. The sight of him consumed to pleasure because of you is enough to have a second wave of your own pull you deeply beneath its surf. 

Vaguely, you feel Loki bury his face in your neck and you stretch a limp arm over his shoulder to hold him to you. He’s panting hard and you place a lazy kiss to his temple as you both bask in the golden afterglow of love. 

You smile as Loki nuzzles in closer and traces nonsensical shapes along his back. By all accounts you should be exhausted, but you’ve never felt so invigorated and hungry for the man lying in your arms. 

A turn of your head prompts Loki to lift his and glittering green eyes lock lovingly with yours. 

You smirk up at the man who you fall more in love with every single day. “Again?”

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[dominatecharlotte]

Im Sure, Like Most Of You, I Am On A Journey Of Self Discovery When It Comes To Kinks & Establishing My Domme Style. Exploring With Submissive’s Who Want To Be Part Of That Has Been Well Received.

Naturally I Have Always Had A Domineering Demeanour. During My Time Making Saucy Content Online I Found Myself Drawn To The World Of BDSM. I Studied For A Long Time Before Creating My Own Domme Portfolio & Like Most New Dommes, Began Following Others And Putting My Own Twist On Other People’s Style Until I Found My Own Way.

I’ve Since Established A Great Network Of Dommes & Subs Who I Enjoy Building Relationships With & Continue To Learn & Explore More About Myself With. What I Have Learned Is What Works For Me Doesn’t Always Work For Every Sub That Comes Into My DM’s. I Have A Natural Way Of Building Trust & Bonds But This Will Only Go As Far As The Connection Allows It To. We Weren’t Made For Everyone & That’s Ok.

So Many Subs Think That Findom Is Paying A Domme But It Really Is Not Just That. Findom Comes Under An Umbrella. Financial Control Is Hot If Done Correctly & Again It Isn’t For Everyone. There Are So Many Layers To Me That People Forget To Understand That Requiring A Payment Isn’t Just Findom. I Put A lot Of Time Into Engaging, Being Active, Making Content & Getting To Know My Subs. All Of Which Should Be Paid For Like Any Other Job That Requires All Of The Above. Giving A* Customer Service Comes With A Price Tag So You Can’t Expect To Acquire This For Nothing. You Have Other Platforms For Free Chat Rooms.

My Domme Style Is Genuine, Kind, Nurturing & Guiding. Helping Subs Better Themself Mentally Is Really A Strong Positive Of Mine. It Allows Them To Focus Better Which In Turn Creates A Far Deeper & Meaningful Connection. I Find The Service Of Those Subs Far More Impactful On Me & Tbh My Happiness Is Important. I’m Not Disregarding Filthy Little Quick Kink Drains Because They Are Also A lot Of Fun For Both Myself & The Sub, Plus They Always Come Back. There Are Some Things I Enjoy More Than Others. Likewise There Are Some Kinks That Though I’ve Dabbled, Just Aren’t For Me.

I Have A Very Extensive List Of Kinks But Domme Style Wise I Enjoy

• Control

• Nurturing

• Mental Stimulation

• Findom

• Chastity

• Roleplay

• Guidance

• Instruction

• Confidence Building

• Denial

• Mild Humiliation

• Teasing

• Worship

• Service

• Kinky Games

• Controlled Forced Intox

• Blackmail & Manipulation Roleplay

Things I Don’t Care For

• Brutal Humiliation

• Lifestyle Damaging

• Exposure

• Realtime Blackmail

• Hard Intox

• Cruelty

• Extreme Pain

If You Think This Talks To You Then Hit Me Up (Domme Or Sub)

Love Polly 😘

[prejac-life]

How to make women climax??😘

Worship her. Explore her body. Make love to her.

Remember: it isn’t about you. Sex is about her. True betas get that.

[just-my-fantasies-nsfw]

Should probably make a pinned.

Hello, this is a kink blog. As such, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Go away. Shoo.

Irl I'm a feminist fella, this is an exploration of my darker desires. (As such, if you're an actual "trad" (as in wants to force it on everyone), terf scum or an irl misogynist, fuck off all the way to outer space. I will block you.) Consent is the most important thing! And please remember that even behind this blog is a human.

I'm straight, with a bit of a belly, well over 180cm, with a 16/6'4 uncut love muscle.

I don't require anything except basic respect you'd give anyone else. But of course I like it if you call me Sir.

Next about what I'm into and what I'm not into.

Love:

Facefucking/receiving oral, especially cock/balls worship. Also it gets me absolutely wild if a woman gives lots of kisses to my cock, or hands. Fave position is woman laying on her back on bed, head just out, and me fucking her throat while groping her tits ❤️‍🔥

Obedient sluts

Women who degrade themselves for my pleasure

Face slapping

Spanking

Big, round tiddies. What can I say 🤷🏼‍♂️

Redheads ❤️

Dykebreaking/corrupting a feminist. This includes having you admit, freely, that you love all this patriarchy stuff 😘

2 or more women servicing me

Gender traitors! 🩷 And girlies competing for that sweet male validation.

Teasing and orgasm denial/making you edge, or on the other hand overstimulating.

Like:

A little bit of humiliating, but this isn't a strong desire by any means.

The woman riding me while I lay

Doggy style

Wlw.

Petting/giving scritches, also receiving them

Getting to freely grope

Just kissing! If your mouth is clean.

Cumming on the woman (face, tits etc)

Praise, but only in moderation. Too much makes me uncomfortable. I don't mind you praising me for this blog, though.

Good butts. I'm a tiddy man first and foremost, but I can appreciate a booty too.

Somewhat like cnc?? Not super into it, but could do it.

Neutral:

A lot of things, obviously. Can't name anything specific rn. Might update.

Dislike:

I'm a fan of hygiene, so butt stuff is.... eh. Not really my thing. Might negotiate it at least though with the right partner.

Anything too harsh. Doms have limits too.

Ropes. So much trouble for something you can easily do with chains.

Knifeplay. This is very close to a hard limit, because of the risks.

Choking, same reason as above. If it's light choking, ie. only gently pressing from the sides, I'm more ok with it.

Partner getting too much attention from someone else. Yeah I'm kinda possessive, sue me 🫶🏻

Absolute no:s:

Sharing with a man. Nope. Hands off dude, this one's mine. I'll cut you

Actually, permanently hurting someone. No, I won't.

Making my partner cry. No matter how "in-scene" it might be, it'd make me too uncomfortable. I'd feel horrible.

Feet. Watersports/scat. Basically anything disgusting or downright filthy. No. NO. Not ever.

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

hi!! i must ask you!!! are there any WIP ideas that you have not yet posted/shared/published that you would one day like to maybe write? 💕✨

OMG HI 💖💕😘

Hoo boy, you shouldn't have asked.

I have so many it's not even funny I just want to cry, so I'll just share a few? (I've got seventeen separate docs for started unfinished stories and then another document that is just a list of ideas 11 pages long)

Most of them are for HTTYD. I have

an AU in which Stoick chooses to bow down and follow/worship Drago in exchange for help, so Hiccup grows up in this tyrannical totalitarian reign, and of course overthrows it with the help of Toothless. It's really dark and I know it's super long, so I'm still brainstorming and would have to finish the whole first draft of it before I ever dreamed of posting so I could do it justice. But it has lots of killing and making the heroes morally gray in order to win a war, and I have a playlist I like to listen to while I daydream about it, so yeah

after reading this really good MHA fic (rated E for you children), I was inspired to do an au in which Astrid is born a few years after Hiccup in some weird glitch in the timeline. And on a subconscious level, Astrid is aware of it, so it's Astrid trying to get back into the place she thinks she's 'supposed' to be in, but she's young. As a teenager, a three year age difference is a lot growing up, when you're in high school and at different stages, so I want to explore Astrid feeling out of place and also learning to forge her own story that isn't parallel to Hiccup's. I also think it'd be fun to explore how certain things change in regards to Hiccup's journey without Astrid there as much - and then of course, there is a whole lot of pining ;) And then I have aus of that au

There is an Arcane au I totally want to do as well, but like with the Drago au, it's too huge in my head so I'd have to outline and rough draft it before thinking of really posting it.

I also really want to expand on my Dragon Racing au, both with how Hiccup and Astrid came to their arrangement, and then resolving it (with maybe some steamy scenes in between if I ever get brave enough)

in terms of little oneshots/ficlets I also really want to do a band au for KamiJirou, a few high school aus for Hiccstrid, an appreciative character introspection of Ruffnut, explore a few small idea for rarepairs like Heather/Eret, and dabble in the multiple different RotBFTD etc aus - and that big fight I asked you for writing tips about

I kinda have time now so I'm trying to finish up little oneshots and that age difference au so that I can build up my stamina to writing another long fic that'll actually be long. Let's hope I actually do it?

thank you thank you so much for the ask!!

[this-is-krikkit]

For the ask:

3²+2

24/3+6

18⁰+17

This is cause you called me a math nerd grrrrrr

(Or maybe because I'm just tired and icecubed and made myself a too strong drinkkkk)

😘

ahskfdmfgkdmsj thank you for the ask but also pls go see if it's raining?? i hate you ughhh!! (i'm sorry about the 🧊 hope you're better today love you 🫂)

send me more writer asks

11. do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

do i strike you as the kind of organized person who would do that, nube? really?? HONESTLY???? well, get shooketh, bc i do! i mean.. i have some vibes playlists for like angst, fluff and smut, but i only use em if i need to fix a part of a fic that doesn't feel right. usually, i link a fic to a song or two (whether i wanted to bc of lyrics or it just accidentally happens) and then i listen to that song endlessly until i'm done writing the fic and i can't stand it anymore x)

14. if you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fanfic would you pick?

oooh that's a great one. hmmm.. i guess i'd pick right as rain since it's so different from canon and one i clearly envision in my mind bc it's so long, or maybe no shortage of nutcases because it's hilarious imo and i would looove to see a snk x bsd x bd x yoi AU art/anime, like how fucked up would that look?? hehe

18. what’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

i'm gonna pick 4 (i got carried away, let me bask in the sudden self-appreciation ok!!!) and they're all smut-ish. who's surprised? not me. and not you, either, you know my mind lives in that gutter ugh

🔞 under the cut

i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies (bsd, soukoku)

He has half a mind to break the kiss, if only to remind Dazai he’s never going to be able to last long enough to make them both finish this way, not when he eats about three meals a week and doesn’t look like he’s properly exercised in years. But the wet heat of Dazai’s mouth mixing with the breathy whines he feeds him without restraint, the perfect fit of Chuuya’s hands over his shoulders and of his locked ankles over the small of his back are too good, too perfect to be worth such a low blow.

get off with you, chapter 4 (yoi, victuuri)

Yuuri’s free hand comes up to cradle Victor’s face, gentle caresses against blushing skin even as his tongue slides between Victor’s fingers and his pelvis rolls in excruciatingly lovely circles under Victor’s, that perfect mix of raw desire and infinite tenderness that makes up Katsuki Yuuri’s unique, irresistible brand of beauty.

we built this town on shaky grounds (snk, levihan)

Levi doesn't think he's ever going to get enough of this; of them like this. Of the strong, overpowering stream of desire he can feel leaking so easily from every pore on their skin and entering his body, heart and soul through their hungry exploring hands, through the hips that eagerly respond to his own deliberate thrusts, through the tightening grip the most intimate parts of them have on him that's making it so fucking difficult not to plunge into the abyss of his own pleasure before he's managed to bring them there with him too.

scars (snk, levihan)

His fingertips relentlessly follow the trail of these dozens of secrets mapped out on their skin, some he's intimate with as he witnessed the event that tattooed them into their flesh, some he longs to uncover. All the while, Hange arches every muscle they can to increase the contact with his hand, and they either snicker knowingly whenever he traces a defect they know he's familiar with, or hum like they can feel his impatience and are silently promising they'll fill him in later about the ones that are still a mystery to him.

[yourgoddesselise]

Mmmmmfmmmmpmmm-GASP!🥵 Oh Goddess I’m sorry but I can’t stop squirming!💋👅💦 Being this close, tasting a whole new part of you, it’s all too much!🤤😍🥵 I’ve only just started but I need to go deeper, I need to be surrounded by your beauty, sweat and everything else you have to offer!😍 Hopefully if I’m deep enough your amazing bum will protect me while you sit and while I worship it!🍑🫦 I want nothing more than to explore more but you gave me a task and I plan to finish it, no matter how long it takes!😘

Awww.. tiny your getting me all riled up 🥵💕!!!!

… How am I supposed to focus on the day knowing such a devoted little cutie is worshipping my ass like that 🤭🙈😈

Seriously though if you keep squirming I might accidentally think your an itch and you’ll end

up living lost under my nail like dirt 💕😅💕

Once your done licking it clean tiny you can do the other side too 🍑🥰❤️

Keep this up and your goddess might have another treat for you 😈💋 x

[chaoxfix]

Obsessed with your most recent fic! The way you write Sonic is just-- 👨‍🍳😘, and I'm foaming at the mouth at every mention of Robotnik being taken seriously... Do you have any personal HCs about Eggman, or ideas about how far his conquest will go in the future?

Ahh thank you!! I'm really glad you enjoyed it, this prompt week was really great for letting me explore a lot of the human v mobian v eggman empire lore thoughts i have! (and i have a LOT of those thoughts <3)

i guess, as much as we make fun of forces (and as much as it truly, genuinely deserves the mockery), forces does showcase a lot of what would happen if eggman successfully, fully took over. it shows green hill being taken over, as well as other areas, and how deforestation and destruction of the environment are tantamount to the eggman empire. and it shows how quickly he could do it without sonic, with the resources he's built up over the years. if he didn't have to spend all of his resources fighting one single goddamn blue rodent, he would've taken over the world many times over by this point. hence, six months. (i acknowledge this because even though i love my lore idea that eggman used sonic as a battery while in captivity, i also acknowledge it's just an au, a juicy what-if, and there's no canon support for it.)

i think he has plans to colonize space, and to basically enslave humanity wherever his empire intersects with humans... i don't think he's overly fond of humans, they just sort of exist to be ruled over in his mind. meanwhile, imo there's so much bad blood between him and mobians (or, non-human people in general, to group mobians and wisps together) that he just kind of wants to destroy them if they don't immediately bend a knee. early on though, my headcanon is that he generally treated mobians and humans the same. he wants control, and for people to basically worship the ground he walks on. (which is why IDW starline both fascinates and confuses me, as this is indeed someone who worships the ground he walks on, yet eggman is annoyed with him. but also it shows me that he doesn't care much for mobians regardless of their loyalty, if they have any sense of personhood or ambition beyond salivating over him).

i also think eggman's big on destroying nature purely because it can't be controlled. mobians without a real connection to nature would be easier to subdue, hence why in my opinion, he would have first tried to assimilate mobian cities into prioritizing technology over nature -- giving them convenience, having them take on human attributes like wearing clothes, eating fast food over growing your own gardens, etc. i think there are groups of mobians who grew up in and live in cities who are super comfortable using those sorts of things and would use manufactured items over handcrafted -- i headcanon these to be characters like charmy, rouge, and vector. meanwhile mobians who were born in non-human territories like islands would still interact with technology, but on a more infrequent-basis, and there would be more of a sense of harmony between making your own items and using what's already there, as well as prioritizing nature. that's what i headcanon for tails and amy, and to some extent sonic (though i headcanon his island was full of outdated, abandoned technology and settlements, but that's a theory for another day). and then there are some who are just truly born in the middle of nowhere and have little interest in modern tech (knuckles and big -- and imo, sonic has some crossover with this category too).

eggman would use the first two categories (but especially the first) to make them easier to control. who wants to fight against convenience, especially if you've been raised without knowing how to make things by hand? and if you're destroying the environment, you're depleting the resources needed to ever switch back to old, traditional methods. thus making groups dependent on you forever. there are very real case studies on this irl, which feel cheap to utilize here by name, but it's impossible not to think of them in these situations.

it's also my longstanding headcanon that humans aren't even native to mobius (and call it earth as a awy to further cement it as theirs), but instead arrived a few hundred, maybe a thousand years ago -- they simply terraformed it and took over the continents. eggman would have been raised with that mindset, that this is their home and they took it by force and there's no sense in the locals fighting back.

i ALSO would like to talk about the robotnik legacy. gerald robotnik, ivo (eggman) robotnik's grandfather, was a famous inventor for many things, but what he was best known for was revolutionizing the world of first aid. he canonly invented heal units, which maria references as his most famous/best invention in shadow the hedgehog (2005). heal units can heal any wound, albeit not disease. an invention like that is ... extremely powerful. it must have given him a fortune -- which doubtless would have been passed down to his kids and grandkids. like eggman and maria.

the difference is maria grew up sick without a cure, and it was luck and her grandfather's connections that let her live on the ARK where it was safe. she wouldn't have grown up spoiled; there just wasn't the same access to prestige and fun activities aboard the ark. she grew up with hospital gowns more than designer clothes. she grew up caring about others, because she knew how important it was to go out of your way for those dependent on you -- she was in the position to be cared for, and she knew very well not every girl with an autoimmune disease would be as lucky as she was. she grew up practicing gratitude, and being resilient enough to fight through constant testing and sickness, and still had a good heart. she was also primarily raised by gerald aboard the ark; gerald, who we can assume was at least slightly more of a self-made man. he wouldn't have raised her the way his kids would have raised her, spoiled from a silver spoon in her mouth from day 1. he raised her in a science lab. a pragmatic man who demonstrated love to the point of invention.

eggman, though. eggman would have grown up with all of that wealth, with parents who probably showed love through gifts, not hard work, not invention. designer clothes, power, the access to bully other kids. he would have grown up extremely spoiled -- and extremely bright. he had the robotnik brain, and the funds ("a small loan of a million dollars" if you will) to his inventions with a bang. between his own patents and the robotnik fortune, eggman was in a perfect position to take over the world. first with convenient inventions (ignore how they spy on you and destroy the environment, thus making you dependent on them forever) -- then with buying it outright. and those that resisted, by force.

it's also worth noting that he'd have access to heal units in his early inventions; he used small animals as living batteries. i wonder if some of his technology was healing them just enough to keep them functional for longer? (and, i wonder, if thats a concept i can steal for battery sonic au...)

all this in mind, the only thing slowing him down was a means to power his inventions. to power his empire. living batteries worked for a bit, up until people started fighting back, and destroying his other power sources. that's what led him to desire the chaos emeralds -- as well as, imo, his grandfather's research into chaos energy. all his research into old gods. but unlike gerald, eggman grew up spoiled and then became the most powerful man in the world -- why wouldn't he think himself a god, why wouldn't they fascinate him? why shouldn't he use technology so advanced that ancient civilizations saw it as magic? and unlike gerald, he didn't seek this technology for its healing or restorative purposes (after all -- chao live forever in a perpetual reincarnation, doubtless gerald was interested in this as a man of scientific health-related breakthroughs), but to simply power his designs.

frontiers also showed us eggman is interested in digital consciousness in tech -- which is very scary for a man who already has conquered much of the world. if he could get into people's minds, or encase those who disagree with him into a digital torment dimension... what would he do with it? we've already seen research on the phantom ruby... so to go from the phantom ruby, then ancients' tech... this is clearly a man interested in extreme power, yes, but also interdimensional conquest, or at least imprisoning people who fight against him in pocket dimensions, separate from reality, where they will never be able to escape and defeat him. (though obviously he started researching these things based on their connection to chaos and the chaos emeralds, but the comments he makes on the ancients' technology set off a lot of red flags for me.)

eggman is a man of many interests; he clearly has an affinity for living batteries and AI (all his robots tend to have a personality and the means for intellectual/emotional growth). but im seeing a trend recently of him being quite invested in extradimensional travel and conquest, too.

...this is rambly and quite long. hopefully you enjoy it, i've just got a lot of feelings about eggman

[persephoneprincessx]

Hey cutie! I’m Persephone, and I’m a 32-year-old petite BBW with multicolored hair. I'm a goddess and I deserve to be worshipped as such. I love dominating weak men and turning them into my little plaything. Want a safe space to explore your femininity, or even your attraction to guys? I won't shame you for it; since when is being feminine a bad thing? Can you handle the power of women?

Some of what I offer:

🌸 Body worship 🌸 Strip tease 🌸 Gentle Femdom 🌸 Encouraged Feminization/Bisexuality 🌸 Pegging 🌸 Cuckholding 🌸 JOI 🌸 Dick ratings

Plus sexting, phone calls, video chats, and customs! I'm also open to discussing kinks not listed above.

If you like what you see, send me a DM or check out the link in my bio for more. Hope to hear from you soon. 😘

[myeolines]

still haven't finished totk bcs i keep getting busy w uni but i kinda just wanna rant about the main plot line lol

The continuity issues of this game is frustrating if you try to mince the main plot, shit just doesn't add up. As fun the open worldness is, being able to solve the puzzles any way you want, it feels as if they had to cut corners when it came to the plot 💀 Like it's some afterthought djsbdkwnkdns Having cutscenes fully voice acted has so much emotional power, like I kinda wish they made the most out of it jdjsbkwndke

I've read here in tumblr before about how it's as if the original direction of the zonai shifted, because I do remember Rauru's hand being creepy. And then the game releases and he's apparently a good boi! But it's fine, sometimes art do be like that it just takes a whole new direction. But the way they interweave things w botw is very inconsistent. Like they could have really did more with it yanno

Personally, it would have been better if we didn't start the game exploring the ruins ? the castle depths ? idk what's it called but like, we got to experience following Zelda as she puts in the effort of "restoring Hyrule". We get to see the glimpse of their life together after the calamity.

The thing is, does Hyrule need to be restored? Most specifically, the castle. Also it makes me wonder how people reacted seeing what seems to be the princess of legend come back, the princess they've heard from their grandparents. But I guess it's easy to interpret it with Zelda being vital to their worshipping of Hylia. And Hyrule Castle seems to serve as a seal for Ganon, and for more generations to come

It would have been more meaningful to see beloved characters from the series intermingle with the new characters. Though the new characters look cool, they also feel so out of place. I get that Penn replaces Kass in terms of role but it would still have been fun to see Kass just chilling at home. It would have also been fun to see Zelda and Kass interact, after all Kass' teacher is the court poet that regularly accompanied the princess. They could reminisce the stories of the past... Kass going "Ah, my teacher used to tell me stories of (this and that)" and Zelda enthusiastically recalling these stories... It would also have been cool to see how the whole Zonai Survey Team was formed. Since Tauro was a solo explorer and his passion for field research is what made Zelda choose him to be the leader of the survey team, it would have been nice to have a neat little side quest of getting to know the guy. Same goes for Yona. It would have been less surprising if Link and Sidon were penpals and they'd regularly write to each other, Sidon would recount some childhood memories with Yona. If maybe we were there to welcome Yona as she arrived, her introduction would have felt smoother? I'm not against the idea of Sidon and Yona but their relationship feels so abrupt HABSJABDKANDK Would have been fun to see how Sidon slowly realized he loved Yona, something like that.

I'm really digging the idea that totk zelda should be playable. Totk's story is more about her dilemma. It would have been more meaningful experiencing the Dragon Tears memory as Zelda, we get to move around as her. I mean, she's apparently the strongest Zelda in the series I think it would have been so monumental.

But back to the actual story, it could have been more... Though it's fun seeing that Link isn't as alone anymore, teleporting to Lookout Landing always feels nice because I know that's where Link's friends are, I just wish Zelda had more screentime.

Thankfully the fandom has people rewriting the story to fill in the gaps so that's what I'll be busy reading once I finish the game to scratch the itch that is inconsistent storytelling sjbskdnsns that's my totk rant for today 😘

[growmydarling]

Hiii. I’m exploring more of the belly kink community. I’ve always been super turned on by someone touching on and admiring my fat belly. I’m not into feeding or being stuffed tho. Curious and anxious to find my place in all this so this is me saying hi and looking for any advice. 🙈

Hello and welcome to the fat loving community 😘 There are many different realms and aspects, ranging from aesthetic to romantic to sexual. Some people want to get force fed and controled, some people just want to be worshipped for their cute potbelly. Maybe soft feedism is your jam. I love the sapphic feedism tag and there's usually a lot of respectful and heartwarming posts there. Explore and hit other people's tags you haven't seen before, you may find something new that revs your engine 😏 Have fun!!!

[keijidraws]

Pliant

I lovedddddd playing with colors and textures on this one. Never really get the chance to explore like this. It took me more than a couple days but I’m pretty pleased with it. I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled naruto universe worship next then probably attempt a Miles pic. Enjoy! 😘 Follow for more!

[iammistressofmyfate]

54 pynch?

Ohhh, thanks Anon! I hope you like thisssss 😘 I've never written anything like this one!

54. Cum Kink

[Kink Prompts]

Ronan had not done much digging into what it meant to like things, sexually speaking. He liked men and that was about as far as he'd gotten at first.

Then he'd figured out that he liked hands, Adam's hands in particular. The long, elegant digits punctuated by knobby knuckles, the prominent veins, the boyish elegance of them.

Ronan loved putting Adam's hands to his mouth, sucking on his fingers, which was just as hot as sucking on Adam's cock.

Which was a whole other thing. Apparently Ronan liked having any part of Adam in his mouth. His dick and fingers specifically.

Exploring things with Adam had been one of the most enlightening experiences of Ronan's life. He hadn't even known where to start and the fact that Adam was down for anything meant the world was totally open to them.

Which was how Ronan had ended up on his knees, a willing supplicant before a benevolent god. Adam looked so beautiful; face flushed, lips parted, eyelashes quivering. Soft moans and pants issued from his lips as Ronan sucked his cock.

Ronan loved Adam's dick. The weight and warmth of him on his tongue, the salty-sweet taste, just the feel of him there. Ronan loved it.

Adam's hand rested on Ronan's skull, head lulled back, before he pushed at Ronan.

"Stop, Ronan," he breathed and Ronan did, pulling off of Adam slowly, looking up at him.

Adam's pupils were huge in his eyes, his lips red.

Ronan knew what Adam was thinking and he made a soft noise, hand on his own cock.

"Stay just like that," Adam murmured and Ronan moaned, knowing what was coming, eager for it. Adam has his hand around his cock, jerking himself off. Ronan closed his eyes, opening his mouth.

It only took a few strokes before he was coming all over Ronan's face, some landing on his tongue. He came, too, shuddering, having to brace himself on the floor.

"Fuck, Ronan," Adam murmured. "You're filthy."

Adam said it in a way that was awed and fond and Ronan looked up at him, worshipful and adoring. Adam kissed the top of his head.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

[bjcawke]

I’m curious and i hope it’s not an offending question…have you ever explored to BDSM lifestyle..?

I’m extremely hard to offend lol. So please ask me anything. 😘😘

Yes. I have very few limits and my passion is to worship men 🤤👅😈

[lostinforestbound]

My Gale, Wyll, and Halsin Body Worship request is so good! So sorry about requesting Astarion! I'll make sure to not request him again! I love it especially just how Gale loves giving everything he can for them ☺️, it applies in love making with some body worship 😉, he never thought much about being the one to receive since he's so focused on them, he's willing to give it a shot especially with how excited they are, he's experienced but it felt like his first time when they started kissing his neck & chest where the orb lays 🤭, I do love Gale being soft so there's plenty to kiss 😘, they nipped at his most sensitive spots so his breath hitches 😈, they can tell how flushed & riled up he is when he's normally isn't 😳, they weren't so merciless as they gave him the best oral which he didn't last long 👍, Wyll is more of a traditionalist including intimacy, he's surprised at their suggestion but is willing to try as long it's nothing too extreme, he's confused at first to being flustered when they meant for him 😳, I definitely think he would be more used to his infernal traits with time & them worshipping him 👍, them grabbing his horns for whatever reason gets him going 🤭, he enjoys it most when they worship him is while riding him, he loves their kisses & soft touches but he also wants to watch them 😍, he found it hard to refrain from worshipping them but he listens if they said to sit back, he wants his turn next time although he did enjoy it 🤭, Halsin has been around for a very long time so body worship is something he's familiar with, he's happy to let them do what they like, he would lean into their hands touching his neck & chest, he would sigh in contentment if they touch & rub his ears, he would groan if they pinch the tips of his ears, he won't be too flustered but he would let them know if he loves it by being noisy 😳, he would never tell them that he loves to tease them by embarrassing them a bit 😈, they would hear a lot of pleased sighs as they kiss & run their hands all over him 🤭, it's not something he would indulge often 😲, he got so excited that he took control while biting their lower lip O///O, and it's a good thing both of them aren't near the camp because of how loud they are 😳 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

Oh absolutely no worries about asking for Astarion! I completely get it, he's a wonderful character! I'm just not confident in writing for him, I believe there are other blogs that write for him much better than I ever could. Maybe I can try writing for him in the future! I'm glad you enjoyed what I wrote for the other characters though, I had fun exploring them!