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britishserpent · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Mr President (Loki One Shot - Smut)

Author's Note

18+, Sexual Content

Smut central - you have been warned.

First-person perspective, thoughts are in italics.

Loki x Female

2000 words

Anything NSFW is below the cut. Which is unsurprisingly most of the story.

"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday Mr Preside-"

Your singing is immediately halted as the toy magically affixed to your clit sparks to life, intense vibration tearing your mind from the words that should be leaving your mouth. Your panicked eyes glare through the stage lights and meet the mischievous green orbs fixated on you. The corners of his mouth are twisted upwards into a knowing grin.

That bastard.

He is sitting confidently in the front row with his legs astride, eagerly awaiting your next move. You finally tear your eyes from his tightening pants and cast them across to his clenched hand. Though discreet, he's clearly holding something. A speck of gold glints back at you from between his slender fingers. It's the remote control that should currently be sat on his bedside table, as he had promised. You had only agreed to wear the toy to excite him with the knowledge that he would soon be in control behind the locked doors of his presidential suite. You are furiously aroused.

He could have at least waited until after the televised performance. Play it cool. Play it cool.

Over your dead body would you get off in front of an audience of millions.

Fuck, millions watching, how exciting.

His hand now shifts down to adjust his growing erection, and he clicks his tongue behind his teeth, challenging you. You bend forwards slightly, further revealing the slopes of your chest to him, and suggestively glide your fingers up the length of the microphone stand. Finally, you gently reach your target, the microphone itself, and bring it close to your full lips.

"Happy Birthday. To. You."

The thunderous sound of applause bounces around the auditorium as you step from the stage, your thighs tightly clenched with each careful step.

Do not squirm.

The flash photography is blinding as you are led through the crowd and into the adjacent room that sits prepared for the birthday meal, and you cast your eyes over the countless name plates and menus.

Five courses. Fuck, he's going to love this.

His security detail was swift with his relocation from the auditorium, and he's already sat at the head of the table impatiently waiting. You tentatively make your way over to take your reserved seat next to him. He eagerly grabs your hips before your arse meets the chair, and drags you onto his lap. "Not so fast, don't be shy darling" he teases. You teeter on his muscular thighs, and he leans in to whisper into your ear. His deep voice sends a shiver up your spine.

That silver tongue of his.

"That was magnificent, how lucky you are to have earned the best seat in the house, perched on my knee like the pretty bird you are." The vibration intensifies further and you stiffen against his touch. All eyes are on the both of you, and you feel a tightly wound knot forming in your core as your pleasure mounts.

Fuck.

"Did everyone see the wonderful show?" he coos, ensuring everyone's attention on you is not lost. You're hurtling at lightspeed towards the edge of release, longing to dive into the pools of pleasure you know he can provide. Your long red painted nails dig into his arm that's snaked around your waist, holding you firmly in place. "Give her another round of applause everyone, I don't think she's had enough praise." He knows of your praise kink, but this is taking things to a whole new level as the grand table bursts into the second applause of the night.

So close.

Your mind is spinning, and your breathing is sharp and fast. The intense vibration becoming impossible to succumb to, and your thighs are now shaking against him. The toy grinds to a halt.

No!

You are now burning with a desperate desire to feel relief from your frustration. You can't help your thoughts as you drift away to the idea of him tearing the cloth along with its contents from the table before he throws you atop to fuck you senseless. Hell, he could even leave the plates and glassware on there. Though it seems impossible, you are further aroused by the thought of a sharp fork digging into your delicate skin as he ravishes you in front of the crowd.

Your skin is slick with a light layer of sweat, and the pheromones you are secreting are driving him insane. His cock stiffens beneath your arse cheek and firmly pushes against you.

Hello.

You want nothing more than to swivel round and sit astride him, riding both of you into the release of an intense orgasm. And he can tell, your moisture is now seeping onto the expensive fabric of his tailored black suit. He cuts your racing thoughts short as he harshly pushes you from his lap. You fall into the awaiting chair next to him. "Don't make a mess now darling, we've not eaten yet."

You can eat me instead if you like.

The first course of the meal is served; a creamy warming soup. You lift the golden spoon towards your lips, but before the liquid reaches your mouth, the toy bursts into life once again. The spoon falls back into the bowl with a clatter, soup splashing onto the tablecloth and your lap.

Game on, two can play this game.

You slide your heeled pump from your foot and slowly glide it up the length of his leg until you meet the hard mound constrained within his pants. "Don't be bratty now, behave" he sternly warns, and the vibration ceases.

How boring.

Dessert is finally served. You are feeling needy and ignored. He failed to satiate you during the previous courses. Strawberries drizzled with cream sit atop a platter placed before him, and the guests surrounding you are handed their own individual portions. You look down at the empty space your own plate should accommodate. Without the spotlights of the stage on you, you feel yourself slipping into irrelevance at the table. Your moment of attention is now over.

Oh, they've forgotten about me, how nice.

He's now holding the stem of a plump strawberry dripping with cream between his thumb and slender fingers. You're not looking at him, and you're startled to find he's now shifted towards you, dragging your attention back to him as his empty hand grabs your jaw and turns your head to face him. You meet those glinting green eyes once again, and he firmly instructs you "Open wide for me." You eagerly oblige and lick the drop of cream from the tip of the strawberry, before gently nipping the tip. You lock your lips around the soft fruit and suck, its sweet juices dancing on your tongue. "Good girl," he says with a sultry growl. The toy flickers with life once again, a reward for your obligation. You clench your napkin against your mouth, holding on for dear life. He finally addresses the table after watching you squirm in your seat for an agonisingly long time. "I'm done, you can all fuck off now." He carelessly waves his hand through the air and looks greatly unamused as he impatiently waits for the crowded room to disperse.

Finally, we're alone.

"You didn't eat your dessert, Mr President" you tease. He laughs, he's now stood and towering over you. "Strawberries didn't seem so appealing tonight when I have such a fine piece of fruit sat next to me". He grabs your wrist and pulls you up to stand with force. You teeter in your heels, and he furiously throws you atop the table.

So dreams can come true.

"And how can I please the president on his birthday, hmm?" you seductively whisper, and he wastes no time in opening your legs, satisfied at the sight of the small golden toy glinting back at him. "I want nothing more than to see you squirm. Be a good girl and lie back for me." He doesn't need to ask twice, you immediately lay back on the table, struggling to look at him through your open legs. He leans forwards over you, one leg now atop his chair. The toy furiously vibrates, and he eagerly watches your empty core beg to be filled as it twitches before him. There's nothing for your tight walls to wrap around, and his arousal grows as he watches you arch your back with pleasure.

"Please, Mr President" you beg. You don't need to ask him twice, he swiftly pulls his throbbing member from his pants and plunges into you, dragging your thighs towards him. Discarded glasses crash to the floor around you at the force of his entry, and you are alight with desire. You just about accommodate his intrusion, he's impossibly deep and you feel taut around his girth. He groans, and slides a hand up around your throat. "How pretty you in such a position, my dear. So wet already, naughty girl."

Fuck, oh to be a bystander with a bird's eye view of this.

His words further your arousal and combined with the lightheadedness from his hand tightly clenched around your throat, you're reaching your release at an embarrassingly fast pace. He's not moving and agonisingly holds himself deep within you, the toy continuing to provide overstimulating pleasure. You clench even tighter around him as waves of pleasure begin to drag you down into an ocean of bliss. "How sweet, minimal effort with maximum result. How desperate you are". The toy harshly stops once again, and you groan with frustration. You want to prop yourself up on your elbows, but you're pinned down.

Fuck.

You squirm desperately against him, feebly grinding downwards to relieve yourself. "I didn't give you permission to move" he torments with his now gravelly deep voice. "Please, I swear, I'm going to combust if you don't fuck me right now." He slowly inches out of you and responds; "Well, we can't have that can we." Finally, he slams back into you and continues to endlessly buck his hips at a furious pace. Your eyes roll back, and your back arches desperately once again. "Eyes on me, dear" he snaps, annoyed at your disobedience to look away from him. His brow is slick with sweat, and you want to grab onto his golden horns. Anything to anchor you. You begin to hurtle over the edge. His pace is relentless, and small specks of dust litter your vision from your lightheadedness as you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

Fuck, those eyes.

He rides you through your final release, providing levels of pleasure you didn't think possible as ripples of your orgasm flow through you, tearing through your very being. You're a mess against him, uncontrollably shaking as you become undone for him. "Such a pretty thing you are. All mine" he groans, as he reaches his own climax, filling you further with his release.

Heavenly.

He holds himself in place, completely bottomed out. The sight of his furrowed brow and heaving chest is enough to send you into the second wave of ecstasy.

Who needs drugs when there's this.

He watches you with glittering eyes as you become undone for a second time around him, granting you the pleasure of keeping himself within you as you orgasm again. You helplessly lay against the table, completely spent, and he harshly pulls out of you. You whimper at the loss. He looks completely satisfied as he watches his release slowly drip onto the tablecloth below you, pleased with how well you performed. He picks up a discarded napkin and throws it towards you "Now clean yourself up".

Well, some things never change.

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originaljediinjeans · 5 years

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Captain Marvel Spoilers discussion

Why ever would Dr. Lawson/Mar-vell name her top-secret project ‘Pegasus’?

Pegasus is the name of a constellation. Constellations are used by astronomers to segment the night sky into regions for study. Is this the direction you go to find Hala? Or the original home of the Skrulls? Or even a new home that Mar-vell was hoping to send them to?

In Greek mythology, Pegasus the winged horse came from the blood of Medusa when Perseus decapitated her. Here’s an insightful quote from greek-mythology.com:

A more detailed version of the myth said that [Pegasus was] born when Medusa’s blood mixed with the foam of the sea. The myth says that Pegasus was born as a winged horse because his father Poseidon had the shape of horse when seducing Medusa. When Pegasus was born, a huge thunder with lightning pierced the sky, and that’s how his connections to the forces of skies were established.

Note the physical elements: lightning (energy) mixed with blood and water. Carol gets her powers in a huge explosion and she is revived by a blood transfusion from Yon-Vogg. Also notice that the incident happened close to a lake. And there is the death of a woman involved (and the “death” of Carol’s human existence). Mar-vell wasn’t planning on this but this is how it played out. At at least one point during her ordeal of transformation, Carol is bleeding from her injuries.

(Also, in the Latter-day Saint tradition, being “born again” involves baptism by literal immersion with literal water, being cleansed by the blood of Christ, and receiving the Holy Ghost or baptism by fire (light, energy). I know it’s completely unrelated but the parallel elements of birth/death are something to keep in mind)

Pegasus was a servant of Zeus, however according to some accounts he served Eos, the goddess of the dawn. There are works of art depicting Eos (who is technically a Titan that may be based on an even older pre-Greek sun goddess) driving a chariot pulled by winged horses. Eos herself also has wings. In a fan edit I reblogged recently, someone linked the heroines of the MCU with Greek goddesses and paired Captain Marvel with Eos (Roman name: Aurora). Is that a coincidence? Maybe.

“Eos” receiving/using the power of Pegasus, hmm...Pegasus was the steed of heroes on their long journeys, the Project Pegasus lightspeed engine was meant for transport across space, and it was powered by the Tesseract or Space Stone, which can span astronomical distances...Carol in Binary mode produces a bright light, and in the comics she can even turn into a sun/star. So we have a flying sun “goddess”.

Pegasus was the steed of the hero Bellerophon until Bellerophon thought that his great deeds had merited him a place on Olympus and then somehow fell off as a punishment for his pride. The image of Bellerophon astride Pegasus was the symbol of the British Airborne Forces during WWII. Pegasus joined the night sky as a constellation as a reward for his deeds.

Lawson’s experimental lightspeed engine is used to power an airplane that can fly close to space. The film depicts a lot of males being punished for their hubris--by a “goddess”/demigoddess/female hero.The entire point of Carol being Captain Marvel is to subvert the traditional male hero role, which dates back to the Greeks and even farther.

For my own part, I made a fan edit a while back with Carol in Binary mode, and superimposed over it (and kind of paraphrased), are Galadriel’s words in LOTR when Frodo offers her the Ring and she considers using it to rule Middle-Earth (aka when she goes into Dark Galadriel(TM) mode. With the ring says dark!Galadriel (and Binary!Carol), she will be “beautiful and terrible as the dawn”. (The original text in the book is “as the Morning and the Night!”). I keep daydreaming/thinking about Carol becoming an all-powerful ruler of the Universe who wears a tiara with the Infinity Stones as decoration. Weird how these little things are lining up. Granted, this is a description of female characters in a theoretical all-powerful state. (Although with Carol it’s not quite as theoretical) Maybe Carol has some villains darker and scarier than Thanos in her future (she could use that kind of a challenge imo).

IDK how all that would connect to Mar-vell, the Skrull refugees, or Carol Danvers. I’m not an expert but I think there is something deeper to be explored here. I think maybe the writers/directors were drawing on Greek mythology. I have no proof of this but i will look for answers.

Greek mythology experts are welcome to comment or contribute.

TL;DR I have questions.

#spoilers #mar-vell #captain marvel #captain marvel movie spoilers #captain marvel spoilers #spoiler warning #i have questions #space #constellations #greek mythology #analysis #deep thinking #english major mode: activated #okay I think I officially like this movie #mythology #rebirth #goddesses #female characters #women of marvel

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