I think tumblr is the last place I have not yet posted this to. Colored one of my older comics. Tried a little experiment here, haven’t done something like this before. Let me know what you think!
Today was going to be low key. It started out that way, getting vegan brunch with Buzz and Lioness. Then we went and hung out in the park. A couple hours in, Buzz asked if I wanted to go back to his place. Of course I did. That’s when it got less low key.
I ended up in their bed, Buzz’s hands on my cunt while Lioness hit me and choked me. She half put me out, and I said that she could totally do it again if she wanted. A few minutes later, her hand was around my throat again, my vision started narrowing, my head went fuzzy, and then I was half-aware, but entirely uncertain as to what was going on. Obviously Lioness had choked me out, and, as I started to come out of it more, I felt more comfortable. However, they were laughing at my reaction to going out, which, in the moment, was upsetting. That, combined with the fear and stress of being choked out made me start to cry. It was sort of bad crying, but at the same time, it felt good. I guess I’m kinda into being made to cry, huh?
They immediately switched to being nice, comforted me, and then Buzz ate me out some more and got me off with his hands, I gave him a blowjob, he came in my mouth, and we all took a nap.
Vegan brunch, being choked, being made to cry, getting off, getting someone else off, and a giant nap. A good way to finish off the weekend.
Summary: Loki muses over you, and the miracle of you, and when you wake up from a nap, it’s hard for him to think straight.
Warnings/Notes: I did put a specific reference to the reader being perhaps heavier than average in the first paragraph but that’s really the only place I’ve mentioned this. If you’re a teeny-tiny Loki stan, this can be you too.
A Soft Place to Land
Loki had never given much thought to the specifics of how his body differed from yours. He knew the basics, of course: his Asgardian physique gave him countless advantages over the average Midgardian. For one thing, was so much stronger than human men his size. He could lift you easily into his arms or put you over his shoulders, but you hated that. You insisted that he was going to hurt himself or drop you—or, more likely—both. For a long time, your lack of faith in him was painful. He tried to prove himself to you over and over again, but every time he did, he could hear genuine fear in your protests, and when he put you down, you always seemed somehow ashamed. Eventually, he did realize the actual source of your fear. It wasn’t that you thought he was weak; it was only that your experiences with human men made you think you were too large ever to be lifted so effortlessly into the air. So he did his best to push past his disappointment and accept the fact that you wouldn’t allow him to lift you into the air. He did stop picking you up, but he’d never stop sweeping you into his arms.
