eatingcroutons:

7ns:

Tonight’s midnight snack is dish best served hot. It’s filthy, sticky hate-sex topped with heavy frottage and served with a side of dual vibes. Extra cream.

Oh god this is only the second time I’ve ever written porn in my life and I’m kind of mortified that I’m even thinking about posting it and I really hope you don’t mind because I’m new to Tumblr and not sure if this constitutes stepping on toes or taking liberties of some sort but this art pushes ALL THE BUTTONS and I just COULD NOT RESIST

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Thor can’t help tensing as he feels a slick finger press against him. His brother’s other hand rubs soothingly up the nape of his neck.

“Relax,” Loki whispers as he presses inside - not a finger after all, something finger-sized but cool and solid. Thor stills and tries to obey as the thing slips into him, flinches as the tip brushes his prostate, catches Loki’s almost inaudible hmm of approval. Loki nudges the thing back and forth, back and forth over that perfect spot, and the slow burn of it drags a shaky exhale from Thor. “Just here?” Loki asks, and Thor grunts his agreement, hips twitching for more. Loki chuckles, and maddeningly, his hand slips away.

“A little space, please,” he murmurs, pushing up at Thor’s hips, and Thor looks down just in time to see Loki pressing another object into himself: pink and shiny, apparently Midgardian plastic, with some kind of string attached to the base. He watches his brother’s hips rock minutely as he positions it within himself, finding the perfect angle, and bites back a groan at the sight.

Once he’s satisfied, Loki reaches up to pull their bodies flush against each other again. “Move,” he breathes against Thor’s ear, teeth closing over the lobe as Thor does. His cock slides against Loki’s, both of them hot and hard and panting as they slip back into their rhythm. Thor feels the object shift within his body, and it’s just large enough to exert a tantalising hint of pressure in all the right places. It feels good, and he can’t help grinning as he rocks his hips harder, lifting his head to meet his brother’s eyes.

The expression on Loki’s face sends a jolt of adrenaline straight through him: the wicked spark in those green, green eyes means trouble, Thor’s seen it a thousand times before, and he has a fraction of a second for his fight-or-flight instinct to kick in before fire surges headlong through him.

His muscles turn to jelly, his arms collapse under him, and his forehead thunks down over his brother’s shoulder as that damnable thing sends wave after unrelenting wave of sensation through him. It’s moving somehow, buzzing, pulsing, and his entire body trembles with it. He can’t think, can’t move, can’t anything with the flood of sheer pleasure overloading his mind. He’s dimly aware of Loki’s breath, ragged his ear, of an arm wrapped tightly around his neck, of fingers clutching and scrabbling at his back, of his brother arching up and frotting desperately against him. Thor tries frantically to gasp in enough air to stay conscious, to adjust to the sensation, to cling to some vestige of his sanity.

Then Loki’s arm slips from his neck to do something, and the buzzing of the thing inside him actually intensifies. Thor abandons sanity to the wind, sinking his teeth into the meat of Loki’s shoulder to stifle a scream. He recognises the taste of blood but doesn’t care, doesn’t care about anything except wrapping his arms around his brother and holding on for dear life as the pleasure builds and builds. It’s too much, too much, and suddenly he’s shaking and whimpering and coming harder than he ever has in his life.

There’s no relief from inside him though, the vibrations sending spasms through his oversensitive body as Loki continues to gasp and curse and shove up against him, choking out Thor’s name as he finds his release an eternity of agonising seconds later. Finally Thor hears a faint click, and the device inside him lapses into merciful stillness.

His mind is reeling, cold sweat prickling his back, hot seed smeared between his stomach and Loki’s. His full weight rests on top of his brother; he thinks it might be hours before he’s able to move again. Cool fingertips skim around his thigh, and Thor shudders all over again as he feels the device dragged out of him. He doesn’t resist as Loki pushes at his shoulder to roll him over, can barely keep his eyes open as he feels a soft kiss planted at the corner of his mouth.

“Sleep, brother,” is Loki’s final command, and Thor doesn’t even care about the undercurrent of magic that compels his body to obey. He falls into blissful unconsciousness.

When he wakes, he finds a small, unmarked box next to him on the bed.

i swear the thorxloki porn people write me is the best smut out there, hands down.

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7ns:

What do I do instead of my homework? Be inspired by Ina’s art and write porn. OTL

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Moans, low and pained escape his gaping mouth. His eyes are shrouded in an overbearing dark from the tightly, well-knotted blindfold, while his hands strain against their cold, metal bonds. 

His cock itches, aches, as something that feels sheer, thin, and silky teasingly rub and dig into places that make him keen and arch. The vibrations that run alone his spine and along the shallow, most inner-linings of his body are already driving him insane, driving him to strain as his senses are overwhelmed. 

His brother had made him do this. His brother had snapped up the white stockings to his thighs, had placed the sheer tortuous scrap of cloth to his cock, and had slipped in two circular objects into his body. 

Thor had been the one to pet his hair while he tied the knot to the blindfold. Thor had bitten and suckled at the back of his neck while the cuffs were cinched across his wrists. Thor had pinched, pulled, and toyed with his nipples while he leaned his free hand down to casually flick once, twice, the switches to turn on the suddenly vibrating objects in his body. 

And now Loki was helpless to the pleasure, to the sensations of itch, toy, tease, silk, burn, and he sobs because it is too much, it’s hardly enough at all. 

“Thor?” he asks blindly, clenching around the vibrating toys drumming against his inner walls. “Brother? P-please…please, brother!”

A dark chuckle. Loki sobs as he feels the faint presence of his brother, and he arches his body to show his desperate state, his lewd, tempting body being ravished by overpowering emotions. 

“Loki,” his brother breathes, heavily. Loki writhes, undulates, and squirms in his bonds. Large hands settle to pet his hair. Loki gasps as nails dig into his scalp and as dry, chapped lips brush against the placement of his hidden eyes. 

“Brother, how broken you look. How utterly devastated you lay before me, ready to be taken and opened by my cock,” Thor murmurs, grasping Loki’s flushed face. 

“…please,” Loki pleads, and he shrieks as the vibrations intensify, and as his brother drops to his own knees in order to push the thundering toys deeper into his body. 

“Yes,” Thor hisses, and he grabs the meat of Loki’s ass to drag the whimpering god across his lap. He settles his broken brother until the head of his cock is teasing the cleft of the clenching ass. 

“Please, please, now,” Loki begs, shoving his body against the leaking head of Thor’s cock. 

With a low, guttural moan, Thor surges his body up in order to plunge his own aching length into the heat and tightness of his brother’s body. He grits his teeth as vibrations dance along his cock head from the toys still within his brother’s body. 

“Ungh!” Loki exclaims a noise of surprise, a noise of relief. A noise of hurt that fills Thor in extremely satisfying ways. 

And he thrusts up, grinding and rocking into the vibrating, clenching, and convulsing body. Loki goes mad as his senses are shot, as his head fills with pleasure, burning white and hot continuously, and as the sweet, sharp bite of pain just heightens all feelings. 

And the pleasure stems from the lips crushing his own. From large hands lifting and dropping his body. From the heat, the burning, the branding. 

It’s the itch of cloth on his cock, legs, and eyes. It’s the enveloping darkness that makes it impossible for Loki to see his brother’s sweaty, taxed face. It’s the bite of metal grinding the bones in his wrists. 

It’s the low wail that signifies the punch of pleasure. And his orgasm is inevitable, but it is lengthened, is lengthening as Thor pounds away, as the toys vibrate maddeningly inside him, and as words of meaningless love and lust fill his ears. 

Afterwards, when Loki is free of his bonds, he clings unto Thor and shivers for the bruises he wishes will stay on his body forever. 

so i want this back on the forefront of my mind because its willow and her porn completes me.

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7ns:

probably absolutely nothing like you intended, but I was still ~inspired~

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They dress him in the back, cover his body in paint, the touch of anonymous hands sculpting him into what they want. They’re careful around the neck to avoid the collar, but Loki feels it, thick leather that’s just tight enough to be uncomfortable, maybe cut off his air supply if he tried to speak. Not that he could with the stitches on his lips. They touch him everywhere, but he’s used to that by now, and their hands are cold, but Loki is used to that too. 

When they push him on stage, he can’t see anything at first, blinded by the floor lights, by the paint dripping into his eyes and stinging. He waits on all fours, staring at the ground, the shame as heavy as his cock feels between his legs, exposed. Then the lights dim and the leash pulls and his collar tightens, forcing his head up unless he wants to choke and now, now he can see them, the crowd, with their blank faces. Watching him. Most have the same expression - vacant and gray eyed.

The music starts now, a thick pulse that vibrates Loki’s whole body, a rhythm he can feel all over. The leash pulls again and he’s forced upright onto his knees, back arched, genitals exposed. They leave the collar just loose enough so he can start to move with the music, and he does. His movements are like static once he starts dancing. This is what people come for. Loki can still lose himself in this, almost as if the crowd weren’t there. But every second that goes by he can still feel their gazes on him, and the hot shame when he starts to enjoy it. Their eyes on him. Watching his impossible limbs bend and move, the crooked corners of his mouth, sewn shut with black thread.

And when the music stops, the leash goes limp and so does Loki, collapsing back onto the stage floor as the lights go back up, blinding him once again from the faces of the audience. 

He still thinks he sees him though, in the back, hidden by the neon pillars, blonde hair and fierce blue eyes. The leash tightens again to pull him off the stage and Loki can longer see him, but he opens his mouth just enough against the stitches to whisper his name.

“Brother.“ 

The taste of blood accompanying it seems fitting. 

_______

Thor how did you get in there

okay i know i said i was going to sleep, but i took a quick shower and came back to this stunning gem

what i love most about the fics people write me is, once again, that intimacy. writers take a part of my world and use it as a key to open a dimension of their own, where instead i am lead and shown around.

this piece is absolutely stunning. i can feel the grit, the essence if you will, behind the words and it sweeps me off my feet.

and here, in this brief expanse of space, we have a complete dimension. words, images, and music, all expanses of art collapsed into an nearly-tangible universe.

this is exceptional my friend. i can never thank writers enough and i truly mean it because the intimacy between ideas is one like no other. i can only hope that my gratitude and my audiovisual projects bring as much fulfillment to you as it did to me.

thank you so much

eatingcroutons:

7ns:

The more I stare at this pic the more Thor’s face reads: “Hey. Hey babe, hey, check this out. It’s my dick.”

And then Thor just rubs his cock on Loki’s ass like a horny teenager and they come in their pants right then and there because that’s just what happens nowadays.

okay i need to go to sleep.

I’m just gonna… leave this here

Ina clearly your art brings out the worst best porn in me

———-

For a second Loki thinks he’s misheard, but the pressure against his lower back is impossible to mistake. Thor’s grip is firm on Loki’s shoulders, his breath hot against his ear. Loki swallows and steels himself.

“Brother, I hardly think this is the ti— mmph!” A broad hand covers his mouth, cutting him off mid-protest. Loki reaches up instinctively to tug at Thor’s wrist, but he has never been able to match his brother’s strength. He twists his body, trying to break free - but Thor gasps at the movement, and the sound, the involuntary clench of Thor’s fingers, the jerk of his hips, have Loki shuddering with lust. Suddenly he’s clinging to Thor’s arm just to keep on his feet.

All right then. Maybe he can spare a minute. Loki can admit to himself that this is hardly going to take long - not with Thor’s body and scent wrapped all around him. Not with the hot palm sliding down his chest, his stomach… there isn’t even the pretense of uncertainty as Thor palms his cock, and Loki moans against his brother’s other hand, eyes sliding shut.

Thor pulls his head back, opens his mouth against Loki’s neck, scorching lips and tongue and teeth. Loki’s knees buckle, but Thor keeps their hips pinned and rocking together, driving Loki steadily out of his mind. The feel of Thor’s hand between his legs is indescribable, and his brother’s cock is digging into him with every movement. For a second he dares to wonder what it would feel like to do more - how it would feel to have that hot, hard length inside him —

He comes with a cry that’s smothered by the hand still over his mouth, trembling through it as Thor shoves against him once, twice more, and then muffles his own shout of release against Loki’s neck. For long seconds they stay tangled together, catching their breath.

Finally Thor releases him. Loki’s legs are shaky, but they hold. He looks up into Thor’s flushed and grinning face.

“See you at supper, brother.”

He’s gone before Loki can reply.

For how short this is, this is ridiculously hot oh my god. I honestly re-read your porn 3 or 4 times, I-I…I love it so much * v *

andrastesflamingarse:

7ns:

And I’m so sorry that I’ve fallen, help me up, lets keep on running.

This is like, 5 seconds long, but it’s about 2 am and the music is so pretty I had to do something. Sorry Ina. Also, Thor can just settle for modern speech ‘cause I don’t sdklfksdfsd. Sorry guys.

——

Everything hurt.

Loki’s mind screamed for him, voice shattered after the monster lumbering over him caught him by the leg and bent it like a twig. In the wrong direction.

With air difficult to come by, his throat thick with tears and blood from his own tongue when he bit it, black started to pool in his vision, offset by bright twinkling bursts.

He choked on the ground, coughing, and barely hearing the screams of battle erupting around him.

Had he been successful? Had the ritual worked? The clever little godling of Mischief had powerful magics at his disposal and items that’d amplified them - items that were now burnt and shattered around him from the final spell he had cast. Had they been enough, though?

His arm hurt, shattered when the stave he’d been holding blew up in his face. The agony had been the reason the monster caught him in the first place, stunned and unable to immediately return to the All-Mothers as he’d been directed to do.

Would he die, then? Trampled under the feet of these monstrous minions with the rest of Asgard?

Leaving nothing but ash and lost hope for the rest of the Realms. 

His small body stills as he does his best to calm himself. The Trickster does not cry, but briefly. A giant clawed hand was raised and he lifted his head to meet the creature’s eyes - he would not die with his face in the dirt like common vermin.

And he watched as that fist was brought down. And caught by a slightly smaller, but far stronger one. The monster howled as its hand was crushed in a vice grip and then lifted, spun almost comically and thrown into the midst of blood-thirsty Æsir. 

It barely had the chance to scream a death song.

Loki felt himself starting to shake again. Was he so overcome with pain that he was hallucinating? 

…Had he died?

The god before him was glowing - too bright, too much, it hurt to turn his gaze upon him. Loki could not bare to look at him anyways, lest he disappear into nothing the moment the young one blinked.

“Loki.”

That voice. Loki’s heart clenched in his chest, forced it’s way up his esophagus to lodge of the back of his throat. Had success truly been his?

The glowing was fading now and a slight raise of Loki’s eyes revealed plated boots standing before him. Moving, lowering down, down to a knee that made an audible clink as its weight pressed against the stone under him.

A solid, real hand settled on his back and then moved, careful - gentle - wrapping around his waist and rolling him over, mindful of his limp arm the entire time. What Loki’s back hit was not blackened dirt, but smooth metal. Eased into the crook of Thor’s arm and then carefully scooped under his legs.

Loki bit back the cry that tried to escape his mouth, a stumbling sort of whimper slipping out from behind pale lips instead.

“Th-Thor…?”

His tears flowed freely, fully, and he didn’t even think to try to stop them. He had been successful. He proved everyone wrong. He proved…He proved that HE was willing to risk everything. All for his brother. All for Thor.

All for the smile being cast upon him and him alone.

“I…I did it, Thor, you’re back, you’re—”

And he coughed, swallowing down tears and snot and remnants of blood. A small shush came from his elder brother, soothing his soul even if pain still wracked his body.

“Yes, Loki, you did. I heard your call and followed your pull here. Thank you, truly, brother. No doubt whatever means you had concocted had been opposed by many…but still you succeeded. I’m proud of you, Loki.”

And Loki smiled. Though weak from pain and exhaustion hitting him hard, he was happy. Thor was happy with him. Thor was proud of him.

“Now rest. Asgard must be saved…and fear not.”

And Loki’s eyes closed, Thor’s profile burned into his mind as the Thunder God faced the battlefield before them.

“I will keep you safe.”

Kae oh my god 5 seconds long?! This is such a delicious little fic, I just want to wrap it up and keep it in my pocket forever. His limbs breaking like twigs, asdflkasjdla, these details!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much! Kae, my wonderful sweetheart! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!

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7ns:

If Thor pulls Loki’s hair, it’s because that’s how Loki likes it. It isn’t for Thor’s pleasure, but for his own. And Thor knows it. He respects his brother too much to treat him otherwise. In this way, they are both top and bottom~

Okay I think I’m going to take a nap.

Cool silk curls his fingers. They wrap themselves around his appendages like needy lovers and their inky, seducing bodies entice him to kiss at the roots. 

“Thor,” Loki begs and Thor feels his already throbbing cock twitch inside his brother and with trepidation, Thor yanks Loki’s hair with brute strength. The sharp cry that spills out of Loki’s mouth fills Thor with arousal, with a sense of animalistic glee that is tainted with shame. 

“Yes~” Loki hisses, arching his upper body into into the pull. 

It’s a burn, a lasting sting that sends pinpricks of pleasure throughout his body. Loki revels in this, in the way Thor continues to use his hair and head as an anchor to continue his harsh thrusts into Loki’s body. He feels used, defiled, wanted. 

“Harder Thor, harder,” Loki orders and Thor does not wish to comply, does not wish to feel the burn of shamed pleasure course through him to see his brother reduced to the position of a whore. But, it is Loki who has demanded and Thor complies by practically wrenching Loki’s hair out from their roots. 

Loki just sobs and his cock leaks, dribbling pre-come heavily off of the tip of his cock unto the carpet below. His hands are behind him, tied and bounded by his command. It is a rush, it’s own twisted joy of knowing that Loki is somewhat helpless to Thor. To his brother. 

“Bite me, mark me,” Loki demands.

Thor groans and speeds his thrusts, increases the force of his pull, before biting down savagely at the left crook of Loki’s neck. The sensitive spot is punctured and blood wells from the wound. With that, Loki gives one final piercing scream and comes, rutting madly like an animal in heat as sudden, electrifying orgasm overtakes him. 

“Loki,” Thor swears and he licks at the blood as a guttural noise escapes his throat. “Loki, Loki.”

Loki whimpers and clenches, making noises of pleasure as Thor’s thrusts sends jabs of heat throughout his body. His cock is still spilling come and Loki shudders as Thor goes through his own orgasms with a hoarse shout and a final tug of his hair. 

“…Brother…” Thor whispers, mouthing the wound on Loki’s neck. He repeats the word with fervor and Loki closes his eyes with a satisfied smile on his lips. 

willow if I were not about to collapse into sleep, I would draw all the dicks. Right in his faceeee

dream-cock:

7ns:

Extremely fast 20 minute sketch with colors. My internet is gonna cut off in 5 minutes so I wanted to leave you guys something before the night was over. 

Uhhhh, Loki. Is. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s not very decent. 

At least Thor isn’t around to see it. /chokingsob

He bites unto a leather-clad finger to muffle his noises of pleasure. His other pumps furiously at his erect cock and he screams because there’s not enough slickness on his leather gloves but it’s too good, too good, and the slight burn pushes him closer to the edge.

He can’t stop moaning, can’t stop screaming because the leather is just a touch too dry, not slick enough to slide smoothly, but it’s alright, it’s fine. The pain makes his cock twitch and taste of it settles in his mouth like a lover’s kiss. 

“Aaah!” Serrure shudders, canting his hips desperately into the tight hole of he made with his leather-encased hand. He sobs behind the leather and his fingers and he going to come soon, he’s going to come soon and he…

Serrure screams and arches his hips up with a jolt, feeling shudders wrack his body. He’s coming with a certain god’s name spilling from his mouth while his seed spills out of his cock, and tears have gathered at the edges of his eyes.

Serrure chuckles dazedly, and strokes slowly, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible. The white fluids juxtapose against the inky black color of his gloves and Serrure smiles lazily, full off the contentment of his orgasm. He stares at the seed spotting his gloves before bringing them to his mouth to suckle and lick at the cum-covered leather.

He sucks each digit clean and moan. 

Serrure sucks and wishes it were Thor’s cock, Thor’s seed, that defiles his mouth and lips. 

Willow.Willow.Willow. Are you made of perfection or…?

/lip bite

dream-cock:

7ns:

bb!Loki gets his first kiss.

uguuuuuu~

Thor does not like it when Loki ignores him.

In fact, Thor absolutely hates it when his brother ignores him.

They had a fight. Again. And ok, so, maybe Thor shouldn’t have tried to take away father’s present for Loki, but the stupid thing had made Loki ignore Thor all day. All. Day. It felt like forever for a child like Thor. Especially for the a child like Thor.

So he had stolen it and hid it in his room.

He had not expected for Loki to fly into a flight of rage and anger. And Thor had felt even more bad when Loki fell into a state of despair when the young, usually cheerfully mischievous boy accepted the fact that the little trinket father had off-handedly given to Loki was really gone. 

Thor had not meant to be caught by Loki sneaking the trinket back into his brother’s room. Thor had not meant to see the look of betrayal and hurt in Loki’s eyes. 

Now Thor was equally saddened and chagrined because Loki was ignoring him.

Scratch that, Loki was pretending that he even knew a child named Thor. 

“Loki. Brother. I am sorry, I sincerely did not mean to cause you such grief,” Thor pleaded, following a fuming, sulking Loki down the hallway leading to the library Loki preferred to frequent when in emotional turmoil. Thor winced because this time, he was the one causing Loki to hide away.

“Loki, please,” Thor called once more, snagging unto Loki’s arm. Loki still before he violently slapped Thor’s arm away. 

“Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me,” Loki snarled, and Thor flinches back at the unshed tears in Loki’s eyes.

“Brother…” Thor whispers and he’s hurt when all Loki does is turn away to run towards the library.

———————-

“Stop your sulking,” Sif demands, poking at Thor with with one of Thor’s wooden practice swords.

“No,” Thor mutters, whining and burying his face within his pillows.

“You should have then, not stolen Loki’s present. You know that he cherishes all the things your father gives to him,” Sif states, matter-of-factually. Thor grumbles and turns away from her, clutching his pillow tightly to his body.

Sif rolls her eyes and throws another pillow at Thor’s head. It hits him with a dull thump.

“Get up and apologize to your brother Thor. Be sincere, be kind. Tell him that you were envious and feeling petty due to the fact that an inanimate object was  hoarding all of Loki’s time. Grovel if you have to. Stop this nonsense and this sulking at once,” Sif commanded, poking at Thor’s back with the wooden sword.

“Graaagh!” Thor grunted, heaving himself up. Sif rolled her eyes and pushed Thor along, jibing and poking Thor with the wooden sword every time he stopped and looked ready to chicken out.

“You are a most cruel and cold friend, dear Sif,” Thor muttered darkly, staring intently at the door to the library in the West Hall. 

“I am a most helpful and kind friend dear Thor,” Sif corrected before opening the door and shoving Thor inside. 

“That sly little wench…” Thor mumbled darkly, rubbing at his throbbing nose as he had ungraciously landed on when Sif shoved him in. 

Thor sighed and picked himself up, scowling and dusting at his clothes. He glanced around and made his way to the back, to the small section nestled away from practically the rest of the rather minimum library where Thor knew the sorcery books were kept.

Where Loki usually hid himself.

Thor walks towards the section and sighs deeply when he does not see Loki. Of course.

“Loki, please, reveal yourself to me,” Thor states out, trying to see through Loki’s illusion. 

Loki does not reveal himself.

“Loki, brother, please, I came to apologize for my misconducted and childish act. I had not meant to cause you such grief when I took away Father’s present to you and you should know that-“

“Leave. Me. Alone,” a disembodied voice hissed before Loki appeared in a swirl of green cloth and fierce, rage-filled green-grey eyes. 

Thor bit his lips.

“Brother, truly, I had not meant to stir ill tidings between us when I took Father’s present away from you. I was merely envious and-“

“Envious of what? That you have Father’s attention, Father’s love, more than I do? That Father favors you and that you did not want even an ounce of his attention away from you?” Loki shouts, tears welling up in his eyes. “Thor, Thor, Thor, it’s always about you!”

“…Loki,” Thor whispers. “Loki, that was not my intention!”

“Leave me alone! You have already ruined my day this once. Go away!” Loki shouted, red in the face from his anger.

“Loki, brother, just listen to what I have to say…” Thor began but was once more cut off.

“No! Leave!” Loki growled, stomping a foot down in a petulant manner. 

Thor now felt a flash of irritation at the stubborn and childish way his brother was acting. He just wanted to explain, to tell Loki of his reasons why he stole the trinket, but could hardly do so when Loki was behaving, now, like a unruly child.

“Loki,” Thor stated warningly.

“No! I will not listen to you! Leave, leave, lea-!” 

Thor rushed forward to plant a kiss on Loki’s open lips. He had once kissed the pretty kitchen maid and another one of his servant and they had been average at best. Their lips were a bit too chapped and not too well taken care of so it was a pleasant surprise to feel Loki’s smooth, plush lips against his own. 

It was also quite pleasant when Thor slipped his tongue to swipe against Loki’s.

Loki gave a mewl of surprise and lurched back, clasping a hand against his mouth in shock.

“Will you listen to me now?” Thor demanded. 

Loki responded by punching Thor in the face.

The next day, Sif laughed for a very long time when Thor showed up to training with a black eye.

willow you are just a barrel and a half of pure unadulterated fun. 

dream-cock:

7ns:

Oh that’s just mean Thor. You came right in his eye, that’s really rude.

So yeah, remember when I said I was going to sleep. Yeah, that was not working out for me, so cumshot Loki with his helmet was the next best thing.

Honestly that helmet is all sorts of convenient. 

Ever wonder how it stays so shiny? ;)

Oh look, more fanfiction. 8|c Onlythistime,youknow,porn.

“Suck,” Thor growls, gripping the strip of hair and skin between the ice-cold metal edge of the helmet and cool silks of verde clothes. 

“Brother, please…” Loki breathes lowly, looking up with not a plea in his eyes but lust, burning and scorching. Loki’s body quivers not from fear or from the humiliation of being on his knees to suck cock like a whore, a prostitute, but with the filthy thrill of exactly that. Loki shivers with the anticipation, for the wait of Thor shoving his thick cock down Loki’s throat. 

Thor grunts and sinks his unforgiving hand into skin and fine, downy, thick hair. He digs his nails until he knows there are gleaming, vivid red welts rising on Loki’s pale skin. He yanks until Loki, proud, sly, beautiful Loki, has to strain his neck with the heavy weight of his helmet weighing him down. 

“Do not plead for something you do not want you wench,” Thor snarls and he’s pulling Loki roughly forward to paint his brother’s eager lips with pre-come. A thin glossy film is quickly licked and swallowed hungrily by Loki’s tongue. 

“I am not pleading for release…Thor,” Loki whispers and he licks a strip from the base of Thor’s cock to suckle on the head with a moan of pleasure. Release. It is gratifying, a rush of rightness for Thor to grunt and push his cock past what Loki is comfortably able to take. It is like coming home, almost like love, when golden pubes brush his stretched mouth and nose as the entirety of Thor’s erection fills his throat and mouth. 

“You are absolutely filthy Loki,” Thor goads, groaning low and tilting his head as Loki swallows and contracts his throat around the cock shoved in him. “By the gods, yesss~”

Loki hums as his eyes water and as breathing becomes a negligence, a thing that is secondly-important at best. He needs to take in Thor’s smell, Thor’s taste, and it’s suffocating, choking, as it envelopes him. Loki moans and suckles as best as he can just to feel droplets of pre-come slither down his throat. 

And without a warning, Thor pulls out and Loki gasps in raggedly. Loki whines, desperately trying to find the thick flesh as Thor uses his cruel grip to keep his eager, slutty brother away. 

“Calm your greed brother,” Thor barks, yanking Loki’s head up at an angles once more so their eyes meet.

“Thor, Thor, please,” Loki breathes, straining against the grip on him. Thor feels a jolt run through as his brother, decked in the outfit meant for war, for a warrior, is reduced to nothing more but a begging whore. He groans and can’t help but guide Loki’s eager mouth, eager tongue, towards his saliva-slick cock.

“Take me, consume me,” Thor orders, and he’s thrusting now, feeling the warm welcome of Loki’s hot mouth and then the cool, unwanted feeling of air brushing his wet cock. 

“Mmm,” Loki moans through, choking every now and then when Thor is too rough, too forceful in his entry. But, that is what Loki wants, what Loki needs, and his own cock strains against the clothes of battle he had decked himself in. He shifts his body and his fingers twitched to dig themselves into the hard muscle and flesh of Thor’s hips and thighs. 

Instead, he waits, he takes, and Loki whines in lost as Thor pulls out once more to smear his cockhead all over Loki’s face.

“I will come on your visage, on your helmet, so all of Asgard will know how you had taken my cock into your today brother,” Thor states, coating Loki’s closed eyelids and the bridge of his nose with saliva and pre-come. “Do not wash it Loki, you may only let I lick it up off of you. And then, you will accept my seed into your body, you will accept my seed inside of you Loki.”

Loki gasps and begs brokenly, words of want and need spilling out of his mouth. He can hear the pull and thrusts of Thor’s hands on his own cock and Loki mourns the fact that Thor will not be coming into his mouth. 

But, Loki waits in anticipation for the first hot droplets to spatter his face. He waits like a man dying for Thor to take actions on his promise and feed him his seed through a kiss Loki knows will redden and swell his already abused lips. 

With a grunt, Thor is coming and he aims for the steep swoop of Loki’s helmet first before swiping his twitching cock at Loki’s forehead and on down. 

“One day, I will find an artist who will paint you like this Loki,” Thor moans, hungrily gazing at the white fluids dripping down Loki’s face. “With your hunger showing and my seed marking you as mine.”

Loki whimpers and opens his mouth in his silent plea. 

“Such an ache you have within you Loki, such need,” Thor muses before he lets go of Loki’s neck and swoops down to first lick the first droplet of come on the metal of Loki’s helmet before collecting the rest slowly trickling down Loki’s face.

Thor keeps his come within his mouth and sighs in pleasure as he can still taste the hint of salt and musk of Loki’s skin on the tip of his tongue. He then crashes down on Loki, bringing his aroused brother in an unforgiving kiss.

Dirty. Disgusting. Arousing. Their tongues entwine and flirt about and Loki swallows every drop of come he can lick and suck off of Thor’s tongue and mouth. He moans at the salty, heavy taste and flattens his tongue to the roof of his mouth in order to prolong the flavor. Thor’s flavor. The very though makes Loki moan. 

“Brother, brother,” Loki whimpers, opening his eyes into a slit as he finally snakes his hand down and desperately into his clothes to stroke at his hardened and desperate cock. He barely strokes once before Loki himself is screaming and arching as orgasm overtakes him.

Thor watches in pleasure and plots for another day, another conquest, when he will be able to come on Loki’s helmet and face. 

Thor smiles hotly and cannot wait. 

Okay, so, I’m about ready to burst. I don’t mean that figuratively either.

Wow, I-I was totally not expecting this and-you….you HUFFF. That was really really really fucking hot and now I’m like, honestly turned the fuck on by this. What talent for absolute filth and kink, wauhuhh!!

It was just so dirty, aahh!!!! Just the way I like it!

Thank you so very very very much wow. This is easily one of my favorite kink fics of all time now. Huwahh, I need some water.