Clear TagsAwwww, somebody loves Mangled!Loki.
Somebody loves Mangled!Loki? Don’t you mean every body with a pulse loves Mangled!Loki? I mean, goddamn, even horses can’t resist him!
Hahaha! Oh, he is the perfect monster indeed. Just look at that grin. Ugh, to have him on top of you, fucking you slowly, begging you to look at him, to take it all in… Listening to his moans, tasting the sweat on his skin, feeling his cock deep, deep inside of you. Ugh.
…There go my pants.
Thanks.
That’s right, you don’t need pants when he places your legs over his shoulders, his thumb massaging your clit as he fucks you harder and deeper than ever before, his hand gently on your throat, feeling your pulse against his palm, and you still can’t take your eyes off of him…
He bends down over you, still with your legs across his shoulders, forcing him to reach new depths inside of you, tormenting you in the most pleasureable way. You can only squirm underneath his sweaty body as your hands are tied above your head, leaving you entirely in his possesion. You can see the pure, sadistic lust in his eyes as he stares down on you, breathing heavily, increasing his pace and intensity.
Ohmygod. What’s…I don’t….what. Is it hot and wet in here, or is it just me?
He suddenly pulls himself out of you, and you let out a sigh of disappointment, wanting more, and more, and more… He straddles you, you can feel the muscles in his thighs against your breasts as he leans slightly forward, the tip of his cock touching your parted lips. “Don’t ever think that you can predict me… Suck it!” He wraps your hair around his hand, the other firmly placed around his cock, and you taste yourself as you take in as much as you can. His climax is near; you can see it, you can hear it, you can feel it… He looks down you on as he comes; a deep groan emerges from his throat, hoarse and ecstatic. You can only watch as he kisses his way down to your throbbing clit, licking it with his slippery tongue, sucking it with his surprisingly warm and soft lips, his hands on your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples. You can’t stop looking at him, and his eyes meets yours as you come against his mouth.
;)
Dear Plomma,
Just take it. Take everything.
I don’t deserve to have nice things like these troublesome ovaries.
They’re yours. You’ve freaking earned them.
Just let me live…
Hopelessly yours (and by default, Mangled!Loki’s)
LizBathoryThe only thing better than mangled!Loki is his blood-thirsty Overlord counterpart.
Now there’s a man who knows how to suck. ;D
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GUESS WHO STILL EXISTS.
I promise that this weekend, I will give all the lovings to Sam, Gem and Violet.
Courtney has the most dazzling eyes I’ve ever seen.
Helga is fierce and independent - who doesn’t love a woman who can handle a weapon?
And I hope you didn’t just call me a Ho…I did not. But I can if you want me to.
You do own me after all.
So, you’re my bitch for the next hour, how shall we start this? *evil grin*
Up to you… Mistress.
Hmm someone’s thinking naught? I like that ;)
(OOC- I’m probably going to waste my hour, I’m busy at the moment D: So you may have to find someone else)
Orrrrr we could take a raincheck on this hour ;D
And I hope you didn’t just call me a Ho…I did not. But I can if you want me to.
You do own me after all.
So, you’re my bitch for the next hour, how shall we start this? *evil grin*
Up to you… Mistress.
And I hope you didn’t just call me a Ho…
I did not. But I can if you want me to.
You do own me after all.
(Source: dailyask, via thegoldenbeacon)
And I have been claimed. HO DAMN.
Next person in my ask box gets to own me for an hour.
Why not?
… fell asleep, still a bit drunk. WHY THE HELL NOT
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Quorra stepped closer even still; close enough that she could feel Gem’s light breath against her cheek. It was cool, invigorating almost. Smiling a little, she did her best to relax. “I do just fine in regards to getting attention,” she lied. “It just so happens that the attention I receive stands outside the business sphere.” She placed a finger under Gem’s chin, and drew the Program’s face inches from her own. “Remember that.”
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I am crying.
I forgot how to breathe
THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE XD
dead))
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Quorra entered the elevator, pressing her back to the door until Gem waltzed in past her. Once both Programs were within the space, Quorra let the door close as she began to hurriedly override the controls. The lights inside the elevator flickered, and grew dim; the ISO turned, and stood inches from Gem.
“We have five minutes, if that,” she said with finality. “Best get down to business.”
