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Ok, WinterBaron prompts are currently open. I'll try and fill some small things. 😘😘😘
Oh!! Or my OT3: Sam/Bucky/Zemo. >:3
Just send me an ask!
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September 2020 MTH fills part 1
Anddd creator sign-ups are closed! Only a few more weeks until we open for bidding! We’re so excited.
The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups, but you can also check out the MTH 2019 tag on our Tumblr, “Marvel Trumps Hate 2019” collection on AO3, #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, or our monthly roundups at the end of this post. To find specific content, use our completed works tag list which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type.
You can see 2018 fills by checking out the MTH 2018 tag on our Tumblr, “Marvel Trumps Hate 2018” collection on AO3, #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, or our monthly roundups below. To find specific content, use our completed MTH 2018 works tag list.
@astudyinsolitude-writes & @gottalovev
- “the way a fool would do” (Bucky/Steve/Tony WWII noir 'verse sequel to "with heart and soul") by gottalovev for TeganJ42, beta’ed by astudyinsolitude for gottalovev (MTH 2018 & 2019)
Attolia/@untowardsnark
- Podfic of “That Bit of Electricity,” a Steve/Bucky soulmate AU fic by @wolfiefics for @juuls
@beformista (formerly morcabre)
- English translation of “People Help People” (Russian-language Bullet Points/Ultimate Iron Man Steve/Tony fic where Steve is Iron Man) for @magicasen and @sineala
- English translation of “The Difficulties of Deciphering Cultural Code” (Russian-language Steve/Tony Vorkosigan AU fic) for @magicasen and @sineala
@beyond-myreach
- “You’re cordially invited” (Steve/Tony fic where Tony befriends Loki and Steve worries) for @wilmakins
@crubdraws
- Steve/Tony comic where a touch-starved Tony tricks Steve into holding his hand and then wraps himself like an octopus around Steve for @t0nystark1er
@fadefilter
- Art of Steve and Bucky lying in bed with cats for @bookgeekgrrl (also on Tumblr) (posted in February)
@flightinflame
- “Powers and Control” (Charles/Erik fic where Erik rescues Charles who is struggling to control his powers) for @athletiger
- “Leaves Fall (and trees withstand)” (Charles/Erik fic where a tree starts to leave Charles gifts) for @ruquas
@ironlawyer
- Podfic of “Nothing Important,” their Pepper/Tony break-up fic after a serious misunderstanding for kjady
@ktspree13 & @sofreakinmanyfandoms
- “Love Across Realms” (Bruce/Loki fic where they're dating but only start falling in love via text/calls when they're apart) by sofreakinmanyfandoms for chOAswithacause, beta’ed by ktspree for sofreakinmanyfandoms
Leshaya
- English translation of “The Quantum Jump” (Russian-language Steve/Tony fic where Steve likes Tony talking science a little too much) for @festiveferret
lomku/@oluka
- “Stark’s Moving Castle” (Steve/Tony Howl’s Moving Castle AU fic) for @ishipallthings, miniraven, leshaya, and bluegenius
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Two word prompt: Frigga knows.
Loki was bent over on their own bed, Thor’s considerable bulk weighing them down as his cock slid in and out of their tight little hole.
“Should I go harder, brother?” Thor grunted above them, the whole bed shaking with his movements.
Loki’s poor cock was trapped between their body and the silk sheets beneath them, the fluid-like friction causing them to whine and moan each time Thor jostled them in just the right way. “I fear you may break the bed.”
They cried out as Thor’s hand connected with the already rosy skin of their ass, pushing back just a little more towards Thor, trying to chase the hand upon their stinging cheeks. Thor’s hand came down again, on the other side, before Loki understood their disobedience.
“Yes! Harder, please!” they panted, gripping tightly to the sheets. They screamed into the mattress with each hard slap of skin on skin, Thor’s cock rearranging their insides to mold Loki to his liking. They could feel their belly being pushed out with each thrust.
The bed scooted along the floor, making grating, scraping noises with the force of Thor’s full strength being poured out into Loki’s body.
“Fuck, fuck!” Thor moaned above them and Loki could tell he was close to spilling deep inside their belly.
They whined and wiggled their hips, getting the needed stimulation to their body any way they could. Sometimes their brother was a forgetful oaf…
They were right on the precipice, drooling, their entire body vibrating in pleasure...
The door opened just as Thor let a heavy hand down on their ass, lightning taking over their senses, the both of them moaning as they crested their peaks.
“Mother!” Loki shouted in near horror, eyes rolling back in their head as their mouth dropped open, unable to stop just how good Thor made them feel, spurt after spurt of cum hitting the sheets on the bed and splashing against their skin. Their entire body reddened in shame as they orgasmed with her name on their lips.
They guessed, now, Frigga knew...
#thorki#two word prompt#ktspree writes#thunderfrost#thor#loki#genderfluid loki#but thor is always allowed to call them brother#parents find out#whooo what a reveal#whoops
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In light of recent events, I found this handy graphic. I hope it helps. I've been seeing people wondering why politics is such a dividing force right now, like it never has been in the past, confused on why we can't just agree to disagree.
In case you missed (or intentionally ignored) our current political climate, it's not about politics. It's about basic human rights. This is why so many want Trump out of office and why many were hoping for an easily uncontestable Biden win. Not because of politics, but because the current president, those he surrounds himself with, and the GOP applaud taking away basic human rights to targeted groups of people.
It makes me sick to see how many people voted for him, and it has nothing to do with his politics.
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Thorki Jóly!
Well, my fellow thorkis, the time is here! With temperatures on the rise, let’s hearken back to memories of the cool, wintry weather.
It's Thorki Jóly!!! The collection link can be found: here.
Any kind of creation & word count can join. Post to AO3 or use #thorki_joly here! I'll be reblogging all the ones I can find tagged here. You can even repost old works!
This event is very low-key. Doesn't matter how you choose to be a part of this, just join in & help us cool off w/ thoughts of winter (or heat up as our boys' blood boils over for each other).
Spread the word! Reblog, like, share with other thorkis. Let’s do something fun together during this crazy time.
(For me, I plan to post something I had up on Tumblr only in 2018 and I ended up collaborating with an artist to create a piece to go along with it. It's old, but has something new! Any way you want to participate, we'll be happy to have you.)
#thorki#thorki jóly#thorki joly#ktspree writes#thorki event#christmas in july#join in#lets have fun together!
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Thorki Baby Bang Fic!!!
Hello all!!!!!!! Stop the presses, it's HERE! My @thorkibigbang baby bang 2020 has arrived! I hope you all enjoy & a HUGE thank you to everyone who helped make this happen! Tw: @TheAngryKimchi1 Tu: @theangrykimchi especially!!
Read me here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26996215
I partnered with @thekushikatsu for a fanmix. Link 2 come!
#thorki#thorki big bang#thunderfrost#thor#loki#marvel#mcu#thorki big bang 2020#ktspree writes#my fic#there's a shitton of breeding in this baby#enjoyyy
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I had an AMAZING conversation with someone tonight who not only lifted my spirits, but told me just how much my writing has meant to them in their life. And I’m just...so touched and honored to have brought that to them. <3 <3 <3 @fahrlightloki your art and cosplay is AMAZING and you are a beautiful light in the world. :) <3 Thank you!!!
#ktspree writes#so blessed#fandom love#just when you're feeling invisible someone goes and gives you the most amazing compliment#please#you're too much#no keep going#;)#next year in scotland
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Get ready!! My @thorkibigbang piece is coming out sometime today!! 👀👀👀👀👀 Spread the word!
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baby boy :)
From my “send me a two-word prompt” post. :)
Ship: thorki
Rating: E
Tags: AOA Loki, King Thor, shibari, anal fingering, magical lube, light humiliation, candy gag, sex toys, getting sexed by a servant, enby servant
Word count: 1,449
Inspiration: ‘baby boy’, King Thor, AOA Loki, but also, AOA Loki and Thor that @miao_drew draws on Twitter!!!
Listening to: “Little Boy” by Barns Courtney
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Loki sobbed around the gag, naked and alone, tied up on the bed. Thor had set a trap and he’d fallen right into it, somehow. He was still a little fuzzy on that.
It felt like he’d been tied up for hours. His muscles ached from being forced into their position for so long; arms reaching out towards the corners of the bed, face mushed against the mattress, chest pressed down, ass up, legs bent, spread wide open… Worshipping the bed, essentially, and the longer he laid there, alone, the more annoyed he became.
If this was a trap, wasn’t his captor meant to come and find him?
The door clicked open and some non-descript servant walked into the room, walking straight towards the bed. Loki’s face burned with humiliation. Oh, his brother would surely pay for this.
Eventually, he could make out that the servant carried a tray with an unfamiliar object on top of it, as well as a small jar of some sort and a...well, it was another object he was unfamiliar with, but he hadn’t fully recovered all his memories… He felt like he should know that last one; like it was familiar in some kind of way.
The servant stood right beside him, pointedly not looking at Loki, like they were unsure if this should really be their job.
“His majesty has sent me to prepare you. He sends his apologies that he was not here sooner. Apparently he did not…” The servant paused, then pulled something from their pocket, reading from it, “...expect you to be caught so soon.”
Loki held back a snarl, but with great effort, glaring furiously out at the room.
They put the tray down just barely in Loki’s line of sight. It was a jar, some clear tube-y thing, and a large phallus shaped object. Surely it was too large to put anywhere inside him. Thor wouldn’t dare… Especially not when he, himself, wasn’t going to be the one to put it inside Loki’s young, little body!
Loki drooled around the gag in his mouth. It was a large rainbow colored candy ball, he’d determined. Candy. Like he was some kind of baby given sweets to pacify them.
Loki shouted around the gag in his mouth, trying to get the servant to release him, to loosen the bonds, something. He couldn’t even use his seidr like this.
“I’m sorry, Prince Loki, but I have orders from his majesty.”
The servant picked up the clear tube, sticking it into the jar, then pulling up, sucking up the contents into the tube. Loki was getting nervous about where it was going to go.
Almost as expected, he started to feel some kind of slick being shot into his hole. It was warmed and, from the smell emanating from the jar, heavily scented. Sandalwood and ginger. Cinnamon. Bergamot. Orange? It was heady and intoxicating, filling his senses, his body feeling heavy, causing his eyes to droop, like it was hard to hold them open. And yet, a prickle of arousal was making waves in his belly, something in the scent seeming to wake certain parts of his body and relax others.
His insides tingled as Loki clenched around the slim, tubular object, moaning against his gag as the end of the tube popped free and started squirting down his hole. The fragrant slick dripped down his perineum, tiny rivers flowing over his balls and down his small cock.
Thor had assured him he was still growing, but Loki wasn’t so sure anymore.
As he felt the servant’s hand on his cock, his entire body shook, drool pushing its way around the gag as he shouted in protest, clenching around the liquid inside him. He could feel it flowing deeper into his body, making him more and more wanton as it ignited within him.
If only he could speak! He would beg for mercy, or maybe just beg for more; he wasn’t really sure what words would fly from his mouth at that moment.
“Hhhhhhnnnnn!” He moaned. His whole body was on fire and the slick was only getting warmer and more charged. He was going out of his mind and Thor wasn’t even here to witness it… It was some servant! Some stranger playing his body like a fiddle.
Soon (too soon), the fingers on his cock moved away, rubbing and rubbing the slippery liquid against his small little hole until a single digit popped inside. Loki slurped and swallowed against the sweet and sour candy forcing his mouth open wide, cutting off his ability to speak. After what felt like hours of nothing, suddenly there was too much (much too much) stimulation.
An onslaught, just like Thor; exactly like his big big brother.
A second finger slipped inside and Loki nearly choked around the gag as the servant behind him stimulated that magical spot inside. To them, this was a duty; needing a coldness and efficiency to stay focused on the task. To Loki, it was humiliating pleasure coursing deep into his bones. He was mortified at just how desperate he was for a complete stranger to touch and stimulate him so, but he truly was desperate. There was no fighting how badly he needed to cum. How badly he actually wanted that giant phallus inside him.
“Hllleeeeessss!” he shouted, as close as he could get to forming the single most demeaning word in his vocabulary. He was asking “please” of a servant that was finger fucking him to a happy ending. “Hlees! Hlees! Hlees!” He begged them again and again and again as two, three, four fingers passed his prostate, pushing, prodding, stretching, scissoring until he thought he would burst with how painful his need was to cum.
There was no way he would debase himself so low as to cum in front of a servant. He wouldn’t do it… Thor would never make him...
He hated himself for the loud sobs that escaped him when the servant’s fingers slipped free of his abused little furl.
“I apologize, my prince.”
Loki’s body shook as he wailed. My prince… The servant was taking far too many liberties for his majesty and when Loki finally got free (did he really want to be free?) he would make the both of them pay.
The servant pushed another two tubes of liquid inside him and the need from before was now a constant, buzzing, screaming yell. His eyes rolled back, drool pouring from behind his gag as Loki tried to hold onto himself.
When that big phallus breached his sloppy hole, though, he was gone. He could feel his cock twitch and pulse as strong ropes of cum sullied the bed and his sweaty body.
He sobbed in earnest then, hiding his shame as thick tears rolled down his eyes. How dare Thor let someone else see him like this. A debauched, sluttish thing. A servant, no less, free to tell the entire palace how Prince Loki was tied up for the taking. How he’d begged for more.
It didn’t take much more coaxing before the whole toy popped inside of him, only the flared base sticking out the end. He hated how good it felt.
The servant’s job was not yet done, it seemed, attaching something to the toy to hold it in place, then tying it to Loki’s legs, then around his cock. There was no way to remove the toy with his hands, of course, but now there was no way for him to push it from his body, either.
The liquid inside him sloshed around, ensuring a quick return to his arousal as the servant pushed against the toy, turning something on inside it so it began to vibrate and thrust in and out of his hole, as much as it was able.
Loki swallowed again and again and again against his gag, trembling as he tried so hard not to make any more of his whorish sounds. He wanted to cum again, but not for servant’s purview. His inhibitions were being slowly eaten away by the power of the toy and that specially scented lube as his body tried to thrust back and forth against the bed, gearing up for another powerful orgasm.
The servant put the tray on a nearby table. Clearly Thor had plans to make use of it later. Then, there were two small, demeaning pats to his ass as Loki squealed and writhed beneath the servant’s hand. They said only a few words, quietly, awkwardly, clearly reading from a script. “There’s my baby boy.”
Loki screamed and sobbed and came, hard, as he watched them walk from the room.
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That Face
I got this idea in my head a little while back and I finally got around to writing a little blip about it. <3
Words: 430
Tags: thorki, body modification, shapeshifting, negative body image, hurt/comfort, Loki needs a hug
Loki was only three years old when he started to notice. His mother looked a certain way. His father looked a certain way. And Thor somehow looked a little like them. But Loki? He wasn’t like them. He wasn’t like his family.
When he was four, he started to wander the halls, staring at old portraits of the royal families, but he shared no features with them and he would lay in bed at night and cry.
He learned to shapeshift at five and from then on, he studied the faces of his family, changing himself as he grew so he held some resemblance to them. He was little. He couldn’t understand why he was different. So he made sure he wasn’t.
Every year, he tweaked a little bit more, so subtle about it most wouldn’t ever notice a difference. Each year he made himself look more and more like his parents, like how he should look. He hadn’t seen his actual face since those long, despairing nights before his magic had matured enough, and he planned to keep it that way. He could be whatever he wanted, now. Choose the face that most pleased him. It was a blessing, really. This way, no one would suspect he was an outsider. Some fairy changeling who replaced Frigga’s real baby.
For his 16th birthday, he gave himself a slightly different nose. His 20th, a more feminine mouth. On his 85th birthday, he thought he’d just about perfected the shape of Frigga’s eyes on his own face, and he started to finally feel that maybe, just maybe, he fit in.
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He was 995 when Odin let slip that he wasn’t even Asgardian…
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Thor stood behind him, arms around his waist as Loki peeled back his magic, like removing layers of paint, each a previous version of himself that he’d rejected as not enough. He was almost surprised to see himself laid bare, naked before Thor. No illusions, no distortions, no lies. His true face.
He laid a hand on his cheek, just to make sure it was real and watched in the mirror as Thor placed kisses all along his neck, his shoulders, his cheeks. This was real, this body, this face, Thor behind him, surrounding him. A tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, and many more as Thor held onto his shaking form.
For the first time in decades, he’d stopped lying to himself. He’d never realized how uncomfortable it had been to wear that false face. How draining.
And saddest of all, his true form...he was radiant.
#thorki#ktspree writes#my fic#thor#loki#body modification#shapeshifting#negative body image#hurt/comfort#loki needs a hug#writers#writing#writers on tumblr
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french kiss
From my “send me a two-word prompt” post. :)
Ship: thorki
Rating: T
Tags: kissing, jotun loki, tall Loki, teasing, miscommunication
Word Count: 1246
Inspiration: ‘french kiss’ but also, very much, THIS ART! (click it! click it!!)
Listening to: “Being Alive” from the Sondheim musical Company
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It was his first time meeting with Thor as his betrothed. They hadn’t seen each other since they were kids. By now, Loki was taller, but Thor was broader. Loki was thin and well accomplished in his seidr while Thor was stocky, an experienced warrior and general. It was a good match, even if it seemed strange to some.
With a wave of his hand, Loki could decimate battlefields. With a smash of his hammer, Thor could change its entire terrain.
Thus it was, they were sitting at the banquet table in celebration of their upcoming nuptials. Thor had plucked a particularly suggestive dessert off the table, resembling a woman’s breast. He’d called them Capezzoli di Venere, some fancy Midgardian dessert, he’d said. Loki stared, unamused as his betrothed held his tongue out towards the peak, placing a small kiss to it before taking a bite.
Thor offered one to him. Loki bit the tip off, staring Thor down. “You should not play with your food,” he grumbled before stuffing the entire dessert into his mouth. Thor’s face had fallen a little as he watched Loki.
“My apologies, my sweet. I only meant to entice you.” Thor placed the flat of his tongue against the little cake, taking the remainder of it into his mouth, chewing seductively as he stared into Loki’s eyes.
He felt his heart rate pick up and he cursed himself for it. Cursed himself and his blundering idiot of a soon-to-be husband.
“Perhaps I can show you a French Kiss later tonight,” Thor smirked, wrapping his tongue around another one of the ridiculous nipple desserts.
Loki shrugged off his heavy furs, trying to look intimidating as he stared back at Thor. He had not heard of a French Kiss. He assumed it was another obnoxious Midgardian dessert of some sort. Thor seemed to have a bit of an obsession.
“I do not know what this “French Kiss” is, but if it is anything so tacky as these breasts, I am sure I will not like it.” Loki picked up another of the Capezzoli di Venere, crumbling it in his hand, letting it fall to his plate.
Thor swallowed as he watched Loki. He had meant to seduce his future spouse, to excite him for their marriage, and he could see now how it had backfired. He tried one more time. He was nothing if not persistent. “I would not discount it so soon. You might find you enjoy it.”
Loki turned away from Thor to one of his party, a trusted advisor, angry and annoyed as he spoke in a dead Jotunn tongue, knowing the Allspeak would not be able to translate it. “I wish to know what a “French Kiss” is and if you cannot tell me, I expect you to find out before I leave this banquet tonight. I will not be made a fool of before this marriage has even begun.”
The advisor nodded, the conversation seeming to pass through the entire camp of Jotunns at the banquet before it finally made it back to him. His elder brother Helbindi came and kneeled down in front of him, his much larger size making it necessary. He had a jesting look on his face, as any elder brother would, when they knew they had the upper hand.
Loki rolled his eyes. “Yes, brother?” he asked, still in the language Thor would not understand. Loki was secretly pleased as Thor looked on, confused.
“A french kiss, my dear brother, is when one partner wishes to tongue the other.” Helbindi grinned, wolfishly, making what Loki assumed to be a gesture for cunnilingus.
His entire face turned beet red as Helbindi roared in laughter, moving back to his seat as Loki stood.
He delivered a swift slap to Thor’s stunned, stupidly gorgeous, golden face. It wasn’t fair how pretty he was. And the spoiled prince knew it, too. It made it even more infuriating.
“How dare you suggest such a thing before we are even betrothed,” Loki accused him, towering over Thor, enjoying the trepidation he saw in his eyes. The hall had quieted considerably, watching the drama play out between the two princes. “To think I would entertain you in such a thing before the traditions have been fulfilled is an insult.”
Loki threw a glass of wine in his face for good measure, storming from the hall as his two brothers laughed at his expense, great tears of mirth falling from their eyes. He hid behind a pillar as he left, trying to calm himself. His cunt throbbed at the thought of Thor’s tongue on him and it made him blush all the harder. Why on Helheim would Thor embarrass him like that?
He saw Thor rushing out from inside the hall, having dried the wine from off of his face. He spotted Loki almost instantly. Even as a runt, he was still a frost giant on Asgard… A simple pillar would not hide him from view. Loki cursed himself for his stupidity as Thor approached, holding out Loki’s heavy furs to him.
“Prince Loki.” Thor bowed as Loki rolled his eyes, snatching up his furs and placing his great cloak back over his shoulders. “I worry there has been some miscommunication. But even if it is not so, I apologize for my unsavory behavior.” Thor was still bowed low before him, seeming to be waiting for Loki to forgive him before he rose.
“You may stay like that all night, if you are waiting for me to forgive you.” Loki crossed his arms, looking away from Thor.
Thor sighed, straightening as he gazed up at Loki. He could see all the power rippling beneath those muscles and he wondered, briefly, if the thunderer might press him up against the pillar, use his strength against him, and simply take his French Kiss.
“I am unsure what your family told you, but I fear it is something much more offensive than what I meant,” Thor blushed. “I could demonstrate, if you like, and if you find my actions unseemly or nefarious, as taking advantage before we are wed, then you may demand reparations for my misconduct.”
Reparations… Loki arched a brow. Reparations could mean anything. Could even mean an end to sending “fealty” to Asgard; though, Loki planned to manipulate Thor into ending that anyway. He thought it over. “A kiss in exchange for potential reparations? It seems like a big gamble for you.”
“It is no gamble when you know your intended.”
“You hardly know me, Thunderer—”
Thor kissed him, sweetly, for a moment, their lips pressed together. And before Loki could pull away, Thor’s hands cradled his neck and face, his hot tongue probing inside Loki’s much cooler mouth. He moaned, weakly, as their mouths melded together, Thor’s tongue sliding against his own. It was an utterly new experience and when they broke apart, Loki was left panting against the pillar, staring down at Thor.
“Is that...what you had in mind?” Thor asked, softly. One of the few things soft about him.
Loki shook his head “No,” sure Thor could see his flushed face from where he stood. He turned away, shaky for a moment, before starting down the hallway. “I might prefer the nipples,” he called back at Thor, just to be contrary. Loki needed some alone time.
He smirked as he listened to Thor’s roaring laughter fill the hallway. This might be a fun marriage after all.
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whine
From my ‘give me a one-word prompt’ post. :) Thank you, anon. ;) This turned out quite spicy.
Ship: thorki
Rating: E
Tags: milking, overstimulation, cum collecting, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, nipple play, lactation kink, anal fingering
Word Count: 541
Inspiration: ‘whine’
Listening to: The sounds of my back alley from my deck
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Loki whined as Thor stroked his tired, sensitive cock. It had been hours, hours of this torture. His cock, poised over a priceless porcelain bowl shooting load after load of his cum inside it until there had been no more.
But had Thor let him go? Oh, no, it would have been too easy, he guessed. Thor’s fingers quested inside him, stroking and caressing his inner walls until he’d found that spot inside Loki that would drive any man crazy.
It was a guttural groan that slipped from his lips as, uncomprehendingly, a small trickle of cum started to leak and leak and leak from his exhausted length. And it all leaked into the bowl; Thor was determined. Determined for what purpose, he knew not. Perhaps simply to see how much Loki had inside.
It was this slow, constant torture for what seemed like days. And still, Thor found more cum to be pushed out the tip of his tiny cock. It drove Loki mad and yet it still came, a small flow, a thin string attaching his poor ragged dick to the wealth of cum in the bowl.
His whines grew to sobs, to begging, to pleading and screams of pleasurable pain before Loki was finally, at long last, empty. Blessedly, blessedly empty, for it meant Thor’s searching, unending torture would finally let up.
“You’re doing so well, brother,” Thor praised him, pulling Loki’s exhausted body back into his lap, stroking down his sweaty sides, mouthing at his neck, hands questing higher and higher until they were massaging his chest, pulling at his sensitive nipples.
Loki’s head lolled back onto Thor’s shoulder, unable to hold it up, he was so tired; a ragdoll in his brother’s arms. “Doing?” he panted, mind panicking at that one little word. “I am empty, I swear it. There is no more, brother!” he protested, trying to move his limbs, to escape those questing fingers.
“Perhaps,” was all Thor gave him in agreement. “I fear you have more for me here, as well,” he revealed, leaning down to suck at his chest. “It wouldn’t be healthy to leave any more milk inside. We all must be cleaned out sometimes.”
Loki had never, not once, seen even a drop of milk from his chest. He couldn’t understand Thor’s insistence on it now. But he had no hope, not even a little chance of getting away. His muscles trembled in weakness, fingers pulling uselessly at the sheets, trying in vain to drag himself away as Thor pulled and sucked and massaged his fill of his “teats,” he’d called them.
He whined and moaned and shook apart as Thor’s fingers gently pumped his raw cock, bringing him off again and again, no cum left to shoot.
“Please” was a constant mantra that fell from his lips, each syllable greeted with a growl.
“How can my wicked brother ask me to ignore his needs?” Thor insisted. “We shall be done when you are empty,” Thor told him, swiping up one small drop of pearlescent cum from his slit, wiping it on the edge of the bowl before redoubling his efforts.
Loki whined as he felt Thor’s fingers on him again. He didn’t know how he would to survive.
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Sleepy Summer
Ship: thorki
Rating: G
Tags: art fic, art inspired, oyumi art, sleepy sunny day, thorki, napping on people, video game playing, lazy, indulgent
Word Count: 429 words
Inspiration: 100% go look at this masterpiece!!!
Listening to: Darlin’
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Loki laid back against Thor, skin sticky with warmth. He placed his hands on his belly, feeling uncomfortable. His stomach hadn’t been feeling well all day but just leaning against Thor seemed to help. He could never understand it.
“Must you play that ridiculous game?” he sighed, closing his eyes as he let the drowsy feeling take hold of his body. His muscles felt heavier than normal, like to move a single inch would take all his strength.
Thor kissed the top of his head as the game chirped and buzzed at them in their secluded little alcove. Loki was so tired he hardly took notice. Asgard used to get this hot, at least, if not much, much warmer, and it always took some kind of toll on him. He’d been having trouble sleeping the last few nights, unsettled in his own skin.
Thor made no reply, as he knew none was needed. Loki was complaining for the sake of complaining. The game didn’t actually bother him. And if it brought Thor some joy, all the better. He didn’t mind. All Loki was really looking for was his presence, his attention; the assurance that, if he had actually wanted Thor to stop, he would.
As it was, Thor paused his game to help situate Loki better against him, laying a hand over Loki’s stomach for a moment, letting his healing touch sink into him as he kissed Loki’s temple.
Loki sighed and burbled in relief, letting himself sink deeper and deeper into a nap before Thor unpaused his game.
He could feel Thor tilting the fan beside them to blow on him better. Truth be told, it was probably already fairly cool in the room, but Loki had always been more susceptible to hot summer temperatures. Even if it were cool inside, his body somehow knew it was hot outside and staged a protest.
The fan helped immensely, disturbing loose tendrils of his hair, blowing them back up at Thor’s face. He smirked at the thought. Even at rest, his body could still find a way to attack his brother.
Thor sputtered a few times as Loki’s body shook a little harder with laughter.
“Something funny, brother?” Thor grumbled above him, wiping a hand over his mouth, removing any stuck strands of his raven hair. Loki just smiled, turning to paw at Thor like a lazy cat lying in the summer sun.
“Of course not.”
He draped himself all over Thor, achieving maximum contact, before he finally settled again, warm in Thor’s arms, cool from the fan, and perfectly comfortable.
He fell asleep, drooling down Thor’s shoulder, before Thor finally gave up and put down the game, wrapping himself around Loki for a nap of his own.
#thorki#ktspree writes#my fic#sleepy sumer#oyumi#plz go see their art#and listen to the song while you read this#it's such a mood#welp i spelled summer wrong but it's too late now#thor#loki#marvel#mcu#thunderfrost#napping#writers on tumblr#writing#i did it#finally#this is what happens when you get furloughed
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Surf & Turf pt. 2
Warnings: brief mentions of cutting, small allusion to suicide, domestic violence, mention of murder, illness, concussion, mention of pedophilia, underage characters
Word Count: 1,486
Summary: AU inspired by commission for @slamncram by @juls-art and a prompt on the thorki discord server. Prompt: slow burn surfer thor au where loki is spending the summer with laufey and his family at like. their summer home. and they’re pieces of shit yk. and he just hangs out at the beach all sad and alone and he sees thor, watches him because it’s pretty interesting and thor keeps catching him peeking. starting up a summer romance and then trying to figure out a way to keep it going past august.
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He was sitting on a bench at the boardwalk, staring out at the beach when it happened again. The mind-numbing pain followed by throwing up the entire contents of his stomach into the trashcan next to him. Then came the piercing ringing in his ears and a tilt to the world before he curled up on the sand and passed out for a few minutes.
The first few times it happened, there were people surrounding him, wanting to take him to the hospital, wanting to call the police, but he’d learned how to hide, how to manage.
That day on the beach, he’d come home with puke on his shirt and Laufey had beat his head in. When he was almost sent to the hospital the next day, returning to that damn Winnebago empty handed, his father hadn’t been much happier, slamming Loki into the metal shell of the RV, forcing him to sleep outside in the sandy dirt. Not that he had such great accommodations inside…
It hadn’t been much better the past two weeks. He walked around in a fog most days, had an episode like this one every so often.
This time, when he woke up, Thor was sitting on the bench and he thought his life was over.
His stomach lurched again as he coughed bile up, weakly. He tried to get his body to move, to flee, but he was just so tired and uncoordinated right now. He’d been too tired to cut, even, since he’d met Thor, and most days that felt like a lifeline.
“Hey, easy.” Thor had his hands up again, like he was in the wrong here. Trying to be non-threatening, Loki guessed. “I really think you need some help, Loki.”
“Mmm fine,” he mumbled. “Tired.” Loki coughed, trying to clear the awful taste from his mouth. He’d gotten some of the bile on his shirt and would probably catch crap again. “...Dad’s being shirt again.” He wrinkled his brow. Something in that sentence wasn’t right, but it hurt to figure out what.
“You aren’t fine,” Thor growled, lowly, like he was mad at him, a stranger, but trying not to be obvious about it. “I think you might have a concussion.”
Loki laid there at Thor’s feet for a few more minutes. It was a weird, tense silence. “What’s it to you?” he asked, wiping his face from the bile and tears. The headaches got to painful sometimes. “I stole your wallet.” He felt like he should point out the obvious.
“I gave it to you,” Thor sighed. Loki could hear him take a deep breath before letting it out slowly, like he was trying to calm himself down, like Loki’s response made him so upset he had to work to respond.
“I fuckin’ stole it you pussy,” he shot back. “Just forget my face, Thor. Forget me. I’m only supposed to slip in and out of here. We’re leaving when the tourist season is over.” He was probably revealing way more than he should. “Grow a pair and let me go,” he groaned, working to sit up.
The sun was sweltering today. He should’ve found a drinking fountain awhile ago. Stolen a few wallets by now. He shouldn’t be talking with blond surf gods who wanted to help him. Thor put a bottle of water down in the sand next to him. It was dripping in sweat, just like he probably should be.
He ignored it for a little while, but the longer Thor sat there, pointedly not leaving, the longer that water sat there crying, wore him down. His eyes welled up, stinging as he wiped them again, his dirty long sleeve clinging to his scars. He snatched up the water, struggling with the cap for a moment before he pried it open.
“Just go slow.”
He couldn’t help it. When the cool liquid hit his tongue, he gulped it down, drinking faster and faster until he could feel it getting torn from his hands.
“Jeezus, Loki!” Thor held the refreshing elixir out of his reach as he sat there, panting. “I said go slow, or you’ll throw it all up.” He watched Thor’s throat bob as he swallowed. Noted the way he bit his lip staring down at Loki.
“Are you some kind of pedo?” he shot at Thor. The blond stared back with a look of shock and revulsion on his face.
“Why would you even say that?”
“Because it’s true! Some 20 year old playing savior to a minor—” Loki coughed, stomach roiling a little. Ok, maybe Thor had been right. “Trying to fuck some tight young ass is more like it. He steals, he won’t narc. No one would miss him…” Loki coughed again, throwing up a little of the water. Thor was silent.
For a long time neither of them spoke. But Thor did hand the water back, and Loki drank much slower, moving to sit on the bench, finally, stare out at the ocean again.
“Am I right?” He was almost afraid of the answer. He mostly didn’t want it to be yes. He surprised himself by wishing Thor was actually just a good guy.
“I’m only 17.”
“How much cash you got?” He took another sip. “I might let y—”
“You’re sick, Loki. You need a doctor. I would never take advantage of you like that.”
He watched as Thor swiped a thumb over his eye. He felt a little guilty. He’d actually made the jolly green giant cry.
He leaned his head on Thor’s shoulder, letting himself believe for just a moment that he had a real brother in this world. Someone to look out for him and take care of him. A real home. That he’d just done some kind of suicide jog with Thor and he was resting on the beach with him.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling Thor’s arm wrap around him.
“I’ve watched you all summer,” Thor confessed. “Even when it was hard to find you.”
Loki took another drink, staring out at the water. It really was a beautiful place.
“You don’t have to go back, you know. I have a hideout you can stay at. A buddy of mine built it when we were young. It’s secluded, fully stocked. No one would find you if you didn’t want them to. Or you could come to my place. My parents would be ok with it. My mom could take a look at your head. Or I could take you to the hospital...”
He let Thor talk himself out. It was a new feeling for him, someone wanting to help and not seeming to want anything in return. Strange. The last person to do that was his mother. And Laufey had beat the hell out of her before she died… Hence the Winnebago.
“What do you want Thor?” he sighed. He was just so tired. And hungry. He drank more of the water, slowly.
“I just want you to be safe, to not have to live like this, to—”
“Why me? Do you do this for all the street urchins?”
“Well, no—”
“Then why me? What do you want?” He sat up, staring over at Thor with a fire in his eyes. He needed to know. He needed to know what strings were attached, because he didn’t want the rug pulled out from under him.
“I like you, ok?” Thor blushed, like he was ashamed of himself. “Maybe I should pay better attention. Maybe I should be helping more people like you. I don’t know. But I saw you. And I wanted to help.” He sat there, like a dejected kid who just learned Santa Claus wasn’t real. Sad, pathetic, lost. And Loki had to believe him a little…
He finished the water. “How much cash do you have?” he asked, still feeling that fog inside his head. “If you got a few hundred the bastard might not beat me tonight.”
Thor handed over a brand new wallet. He could tell pretty quickly that there was more than a few hundred inside. It also contained a key and an address. Loki wanted to cry in that moment. He couldn’t go right away. He still had his things in the Winnebago. The lone photo album he’d kept hidden all those years. The only photos he had of his mom, and him. The few times he was happy. He didn’t want to leave it behind. One last night and maybe he’d leave for good.
Thor handed him a bottle of gatorade. He hated the stuff, but...electrolytes, he guessed. He sipped on the sugary beverage as Thor handed him a sandwich, too. “How do you drink this stuff?” he asked, scrunching up his nose in distaste.
“Open cap, pour in mouth, swallow.” Thor grinned, mimicking drinking for Loki.
“Asshole,” he rolled his eyes. But for the first time in a long while, he smiled.
#thorki#ktspree writes#my fic#surf & turf#pt 2#thor#loki#marvel#mcu#writing#writers on tumblr#surfer au#thor is gonna make things right#juls-art#slamncram#bless
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OK! Big Bang isn’t done, but it’s WELL on its way. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Had a setback today, but hopefully I will get this completed this week!!!
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So, Loki’s actually getting waxed in this pic, BUT, I definitely saw something different first. :P And it gave me another great fic idea that someone should definitely write...
Asgard has some weird tradition that, as a noble, when you come of age, you have a daily wank added to your morning ablutions (whether you want it or not). And Loki has to try and come to terms with this new routine. Bonus, if he esp. doesn't like it because he has a tiny peen he would rather all of Asgard not know about (like it looks like in the photo, even though that’s actually a stick with wax on it).
He's been assigned two handmaidens for the task, as he's a royal, but he'd much prefer no handmaidens (or, if really necessary, he'd prefer his regular butler be appointed the job). And what is he supposed to do when he feels more like a woman when he wakes? Share his genderfluid nature with the two fuck fairies as well??? Really, he should ask Thor how he got through it all...because this should not be normal, no matter how much it’s touted as the healthy thing to do...
Maybe they take your fluids for testing afterwards...like they use your essence to know how healthy you are... At first, Thor could tell him it’s fun. He’ll come to enjoy it. Maybe Loki’s demi and he would prefer not to do such things with strangers... Maybe Loki has a breakdown about everything and Thor is so distraught he offers to do the job instead. Thor becomes his official pleasurer, unbeknownst to most. ;) Loki’s still upset and unhappy about it until Thor confesses his feelings for Loki. Then he starts to look forward to his mornings. It’s fun, pleasurable, enjoyable. Getting Thor to himself, having him take care of him. Sometimes even in her lady’s form. They start having even more fun. Mingling their morning ablutions... And one morning, Frigga is knocking on Loki’s door asking how she’s gotten pregnant.
#loki#thor#shapeshifting#genderfluid loki#loki has a micropenis#>:)#weird asgardian traditions#women get their own pleasurers as well#because i say so#it's only fair#idk if asgard would be homophobic in this or not#or if you could request a sex change on who comes to your rooms...#but let's face it loki would be too private to want to say anything#big brother to the rescue???#thorki#ktspree writes#fic idea#somebody write this#plz
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