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Jotun Loki - Blog Posts
This is my third piece for the @lokibigbang event :)
It was inspired by chap 4 of cut me with you kiss written by the wonderful @davonysus and bettaed by the no less fabulous @zigzaglurkswag
NSFW VERSION UNDERNEATH THE CUT
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✨Jotun princess ✨
I really wanted to draw her again, and this pose seem liked the perfect excuse 💕🙏🏻
The original artwork 💕
You're god is suffering!
...No like please I am suffering someone else queue strategist with me I beg 🤣
Anyways- I like the frost giant skin a normal amount thehe
LOKI SERIES (2021) Concept Art | Mushk Rizvi
Loki: The Genderfluid God(dess) of Stories
I want (to be) them
I once drew this with a dry marker instead of doing the math😀
I was so looking forward to seeing Loki in his Jotun form, god. Too little of it in its original beauty! And where did the long hair go?(((
Helblindi, Loki, and Byleistr
Older Helblindi
Helblindi and Byleistr a.k.a Loki’s little brothers
IM SUCH A FUCKING WHORE
oh my jesus christ i just got the vision of jotun!loki holding you by your waist and using you like a fleshlight while he just moans wildly and you cry. he’s using you like he’d use his fist when he’s all needyyyyy. 🥵🥵🥵🥵
i think you should know that i was writing this and an ad for a christian podcast came on my tv, so the universe knows that i need some divine intervention after this one fkkfkdjd
𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 ‘𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓉 | ꠹!ꪶ. ꪶ.
fandom marvel
featuring jotün!loki x human!reader (f)
rating NSFW / MINORS DNI
content warning SIZE KINK, monster fucking, breeding kink, belly distension, dacryphilia
summary he’s never had a toy as much fun as you
word count 600 / drabble
attention not proofread. please reblog 💗 do not copy/repost/translate
his hands grip you like a constrictor’s strangle, fingers holding the power to fracture ribs if he were to squeeze too hard.
and you dangle— you dangle from his fist like a limp doll, arms and legs swinging wildly; you catch blurred visions of his massive feet planted on the ground beneath you, but you’re locked in suspension about six feet above them.
the only sounds louder than the squelching coming from your abused sex as he impales you with an overwhelming amount of cock is that of your sobbing, and his primal grunting above you.
“Mm,” the hum is guttural and devilish, “my sweet, diminutive plaything, master is so very sorry that he can’t be gentle with your warm, tight body, but inferior beings must learn their places before they are rewarded.” his words are slurred by a symphony of perverse moans, hardly holding you steady so he can desecrate you from the inside out. instead, he swings you back as powerful hips ram forward, driving inch after seemingly never-ending inch of girth into your body. it stretches around him, tension creating a protuberance in your midsection that presses against his fingers. “Yours is — ah, stretching around your new master’s cock, or trying to, at least—“ the giant’s composure is a fragile one, easily lost when your walls convulse around him in a frenzy. his moans reverberate against each wall of the room, all around you, reminding you that there was no escape from this ravenous beast. “I do love a nice, warm, human cunt but yours—“ he pauses, voice breaking, and throws his head back to expel a husky, lewd howl of pleasure, “—yours is by far the softest, little pussy I’ve ever conquered.” a hoarse chuckle follows his statement and the head of him, bulbous and throbbing, presses hard against your entry to your womb.
you squeal, eyes wide; the sensation of being more full in this moment than you ever had before wrenching the pathetic and shrill sound out of what air was left in your lungs. squirming in his grasp, the struggle only emphasizes your fullness, and makes your captor giddy with sadistic delight. “It’s too much!” you cry out. your arms haven’t the strength to fight him anymore, or to try and push yourself out of his clenching fist, they won’t even move an inch.
“Ah! Let me guess,” he gasps, breathy and excited, “By the sound of it— I’ve reached your cervix, yes? Tell me, little one, have you ever been so stuffed? So plugged with cock? I would wager you haven’t, yet your soft cunt spasms so welcoming and encouraging me to continue, I’ll bet you’re fertile and ready to breed right now and you didn’t even know it.” then, tilting your body upright, you slouch back against the coolness of his sweat-slicked abdomen, hands falling loosely and your sides and legs dead. perching you atop his shaft, you’re bouncing before you know it, filling you nearly to bursting with each descent, and you can do nothing but sag and take all that the monster was determined to give you.
tears streak your cheeks; the sheer velocity of his ravaging bringing you to your breaking point. “Now, now, there’s no need for tears, plaything.” Loki croons, but contradicts his statement by forcing a psyche-shattering amount of cock into you. “Be a good, little cocksheath for me,” he croaks, colossal chest heaving. his breathing is ragged like a beast when he ruts, base and merciless, “and perhaps I’ll give you the honor of bearing my Jotün royalty from your warm, Midgardian womb.”
