Perhaps that's why love is often interred in infinity symbols, because the heart sees the infinite possibilities in the other person. While Loki saw Natasha's childhood and wanted to raise arms against those who hurt her, and gave credit for the strength she willed to turn her life around, Natasha saw so much the same in the life that Loki lived. He had gone through many feats of endurance, and tragedies that people with hearts far greater might have given up, and given into the darkness that surrounded him, and the temptations of power and magic that was offered.
It was easy to take the cup and drink from it, and while Loki did it here and there, it was often with the driving need to be truly taken seriously, to be loved and noticed as the other members in his family did Thor. Natasha could see his heart now, and knew that there were light and dark in them both and for various reasons. However, the light cast out the seeds of darkness that had been sewn by lesser forces. Their demons played well together, as did their angels.
They fit so perfectly, their eternities were fated to wind together forever in a never ending loop of love, one to see the other as strong and the other there to help protect that what made them so. "I feel so much the same, my love. I dare say that I want to hurt those who cast you aside, who told you that you were anything less than the amazing man that I know you are. You are intelligent, cunning, and wise, even when you wish to ignore it at times." She teased him about the last part with a nose to his cheek. God she loved him.
Stroking her hand along his hip in a dancing circle, Natasha watched her fingers as he spoke of his regrets about Clint. She shook her head. The past was the past, and they both had their fingers in things they'd done wrong. "He will see and know that you are not the same. If I love you like this, he will know and stand at my side the same way your Mobius will stand beside yours."
Natasha had no strong female friends, and she'd rather have Clint at her side in her wedding over anyone else. The story of how Loki came to meet and know Mobius was incredible, and his time spent finding his purpose was terrifying, but also awe inspiring. If Natasha didn't already love him, she grew to love him more. "So, what happened then, in the end? Explain that part to me again? I don't get it all..." It was a little confusing -- the hows and whys of how he exactly saved the universes and ended up governing them all. She also was curious about her part in all this now.
Loki would appreciate such thoughts about him, but he doesn’t think they are warranted. He did give into the power. He had attacked Stuttgart and New York because Thanos had told him he could rule. He had taken the staff to have more power, to control the Chitauri. Though apparently he unknowingly had much of those powers already. He knows now that the staff had affected him, it had made him more susceptible to persuasion, something he had not previously thought possible. But infinity stones out in the world were nothing to trifle with.
He had also given into the darkness the moment he’d let go of the Bifrost bridge, letting the Void take him. He’d believed, in that moment when it had become clear that Odin could never see his side, that he was nothing but a burden to his family and that letting go would be better than the eternity he would spend in the cells of Asgard.
She was right though. Deep down, those were the root causes of his reactions. His desperate need to be as loved and respected as his brother. It had always been a foolish pursuit though, he simply had not known it. Not that it would have mattered at all, not with how the TVA had been running things at the time.
As she speaks of what she sees in him, he can’t help but pull her closer, burying his face in her hair as he feels tears prick at his eyes. How long as he waited to hear such words? Mobius had started it by telling him he could be good, or anything he wanted to be, and Natasha has finished it with words that grip his heart, making him feel more loved than he ever could’ve expected. “I could not love you anymore than I do in this moment, my dear. I… thank you. You do not know what your words mean to me.”
He pulls back then, giving her a bit of a watery smile as she speaks of Clint. “I do hope you are right. I was truly awful to him and I would not expect him to forgive me. I hope one day to be able to show him just how much I have changed though.”
With a nod, he begins to explain, this time in detail. He goes over how Mobius recruited him from Renslayer’s court, and all about Sylvie and everything she’d been doing. His betrayal of Mobius when he had no other option, discovering the truth of the TVA. How the Time Keepers were not real. The pain he’d felt when Mobius had been pruned right in front of him just after he’d finally believed. And so on, the fight with Kang and Sylvie, his journey back to the TVA, the time slipping. He left out no detail, including the sacrifice he’d made and how hard it had been to watch Mobius and Sylvie’s reaction as they realized what he was to do. And how much harder it had been to turn away and begin his job.
“It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. It took a long time, if you can count it as time, for me to be able to do things like coming to visit you here. I have not brought myself to speak with any of them again as there is only one I can bring back with me, and I do not wish to disrupt their lives further. I only hope they are not too upset when I invite them to our wedding.”
While Natasha knows of some of Loki's deeds, and the bits of his life that he's gone through she doesn't know the secrets of his darkest moments, the most painful things that he holds in his mind or his heart. She would yank them from his very soul if she could and take them upon herself to wear as her own. They both hold scars and brokenness. There's the stain of pain across each of them, and sacrifices have been and will be made in each of their lives. Natasha hasn't made hers yet, but it will be something so plain and simple for her-- a leap she knows will finally eliminate all the red in her ledger and allow her what she's always wanted, a way to give back all the lives she's taken. It will take the killer and turn her into something far greater. When the time comes for her to find out that part of her fate, she will rejoice for it.
That will come in the future, but for now she will cling to Loki as the one person who can see her and hold her through all her darkness-- knowing the light in her heart, and all the untapped potential, as she sees the exact same in him. She may not have known of all the things he had done yet, but she saw all that in him before he told her. Natasha knew that Loki was great enough to be the Lord of Time, before hearing how he became it.
When he pulls her in close and tells her of how much he loves her, she feels her own tears spring to her eyes because it is his love that brings her joy. It is in that love she finds herself most complete. "I never hoped to hear such words. I could never love you more than I do now, Loki. You have always been worthy of my love, and the fact that you love me like this only continues to show the person that you've become and that you are all those things that I've said. In you I am whole, my love."
Brushing his hair back, she holds his face in her hands and nods. "He will know. I promise. He can hold a grudge, but he will see what I do."
Listening to his tale only confirms every little detail that she already knew. It's wild and full of adventure. Parts of it are almost hard to believe. She laughs and cries, and is in awe of all that he's been through with the TVA. The tales of Sylvia, all the Lokis and Mobius. Oh dear goodness, Mobius. All the love and friendship between them, showed exactly how far Loki had come. He sacrificed so much in the loops of time that he went through trying to save everyone, and in the sacrifice he ultimately had to make. Natasha wrapped her arms tight about him by the end, kissing his face over and over. "You. I never knew that you've been through so much my love. That is ... I can barely believe it. How lucky I am that you came back here, and that you found me, and that you love me now. I don't even deserve this. Oh my Loki." She kisses him deeply, and completely, unseated by everything he's gone through, needing him more now than ever.
They truly are kindred spirits when it comes to past misdeeds and their reasons for them. It’s just another example of how they are truly meant for each other. Who else could truly love him and understand him the way she does? In that moment, he knows that he will tell her everything he’s ever done or thought, good and bad, because he knows she will understand and still love him. Just as he will for her. The important part, truly, is that they have come through all of that. They are on the other side now and in much better places, places where they can be together and work together towards making all the worlds safe for everyone they care about and more.
In turn, Loki also thinks Natasha is the perfect person to rule by his side. He truly believes that it takes people with experiences like their own to do this job. They have the strength and the knowledge to understand that there should not be only one way to do things, and that is precisely why ensuring the health of the multiverse is a job they are both uniquely suited to.
Never before has Loki felt so in-tune with someone. When she speaks, it’s like she’s echoing back to him exactly how he feels. It’s rather rare for him to be speechless, but that is exactly what she is doing to him. But for once, it isn’t something that bothers him. He’s secure in the knowledge that she understands him far beyond words. They are connected on such a deeper level than that. So much so that he feels like he need never say a word and she would understand.
As she cradles his face, he offers her a watery but honest smile. He believes her, of course, but he also can’t help but be worried about how his past might affect her. Loki knows she can handle anything that comes and that there is no need to worry about their own relationship, but that doesn't mean he wants to cause her any hardships with the others in her life that mean a lot to her. She deserves to have it all, love and her family.
“You are the only one who knows the full extent of it. I suspect that Mobius and Sylvie had some idea of what I was doing in the time loops, but there was not enough time to explain before I left them. I only hope they can forgive me.” In truth, he is pretty sure Mobius already knows and is fine with it, though Loki at least hope his friend misses him a bit. He honestly has no idea how Sylvie might react though. On one hand she is likely happy that he did what was right and she got the outcome she wanted, even if the TVA wasn’t exactly burned to the ground. But on the other hand, she could be quite volatile and they had not been on the best of terms more recently.
But for the moment, that didn’t matter because he had Natasha in his arms. He held her tight and kissed her for all the world, taking comfort in having her so close.
Pressing away any thoughts of tears from his eyes, Natasha knows that this latest part of his life hasn't been simple. The decision he had to make in the very end tore at his heart, even if it was the best for everyone. It had to hurt. He saved the timeline, but at a cost. All the best things come with a cost. She knows that so very well. "I know where your heart is, and I imagine that your closest friend would understand as well. He knows that your heart is a wide and remarkable place. You would be forgiven there. Sylvie... She is a wild card, but I'd like to hope that she would see happiness for what it is." There's a tender brush at his cheek as she says it.
Holding him tight, Natasha kisses him deeply, and brings her body in tight contact with his, wrapping her body around his. They've spent the majority of the evening talking and with her seared against him completely, she kisses at his neck, licking and running her teeth across it as the first bits of the morning begin to crest over the horizon. There are a million plans to make for the evening, but for now there's nothing that Natasha wants more than to be with Loki.
"What's your favorite thing to have done to you during sex?" She whispers against his chin, licking down along his adam's apple, sucking at the skin there softly, plying him forward into the mood. She knows that they have been enjoying soft intimacy for most the night, but if they are to part to get things ready for the wedding, Natasha would like to be with him one last time before the evening ends.
It’s a new thing really, realizing just how much feeling he’s truly capable of. He’d always been emotional, of course, but he’d also always done his best to try and hide it. Loki has always prided himself on being in control, even if that didn’t always jive with his need for chaos. The truth of it is, he has always wanted to have control, even if that is control over a chaotic situation he’s created.
But the truth of it is, part of why he’s always wanted control is because he always feels wildly out of control. When he was younger, much of the trouble he got into was due to loss of control over his emotions. He always felt hurt, left out, disrespected. Now that he knows better, or at least has had people around him that he knows care, he’s found it easier to sit in his own emotions and release them in a healthier way. As such, he can take their words for what they are, the truth. “I know you are correct. I am sure they will both forgive, and probably have already. I know they care and want me to be happy as much as I wish that for them. I just worry. They were my first real friends and losing them was very hard.”
He relaxes fully as they kiss. One thing he’s learning quite quickly is that she has that ability with him, to almost instantly calm him, making him feel better quickly. It’s a feat only she is able to accomplish and he could never thank her enough.
“My favourite thing?” His voice comes out low, rough and honestly thoughtful. He sighs softly, a little distracted by her mouth even as he tries to answer the question. It doesn’t take long for him to have an answer come to mind, but it’s not something he’s often (or ever) told anyone outright before. “Would you believe I like it when my partner takes control? Tied up and fucked to within an inch of my life. It’s one of the few ways I’ve found I can simply let go.”
After taking her time to assuage him that his friends- both of them should be there for him. She figures she's going to figure out some way to have a woman to woman/loki talk with Sylvie one day before the formal wedding and figure out the best way to get her there. Mobius, the way Loki talked about him, the fondness of tone and voice. Nat has this feeling that he's like her Clint. In another lifetime they might have been more, and it makes her smile and feel only a slightly bit jealous and possessive over her man. How can she not feel that way. He is her perfection personified, and to her Loki is everything, and there are times her brain still panders back and forth feeling like she's not enough.
Listening to him softly admit that he'd like domination more than anything else has her smiling. It's an easy thing. Natasha knows that she's secretly longed for it before. Trusting another person with something so deeply relenting and more, isn't easy. There's a long that they both can give one another that they might not be able to have with another person. Inhaling, Natasha licks over her lips and moves over to flick her tongue against his nipple. "Tied up, hm? I think I've got something that will work for now. It's not going to be the best you've ever had, but it'll do in the moment. I've got a few things that will work for now until we can place a few online orders. "
Biting at his nipple, she kisses it softly and gets up to move naked across the room to her closet and in a drawer in there, she pulls out a long length of red ribbon, and several toys, and a little bit of flavored lube, along with some sturdier stuff. Laying it all out on the bed, she lets Loki go over it all. "Red, Yellow? for safe words, just in case?"
Really, she doesn’t have anything to worry about. Maybe once there had been a spark with Mobius almost as much as there had been with Sylvie, but that had had more to do with how he was at the time. Besides, that was hundreds of years ago and might as well be a million. He only has eyes for her just as she only has eyes for him.
When he sees her smile, he can’t help but smile as well. It’s not something he’s sure he ever would’ve admitted to anyone, but she isn’t just anyone. He trusts her with his life, and he most definitely trusts her with this even if he is somehow still just a little bit embarrassed. It really has nothing to do with her and everything to do with his own issues. Though at the moment, with the way she’s looking at him, he no longer cares.
Her tongue hits his nipple and he can’t stop his gasp. “For now?” His words come out breathlessly as he looks at her with dark eyes. Anything will do, so far as he’s concerned. It’s not something he’s ever considered, trying to buy toys like that. Of course, he’s never had anyone before that he trusts this much, that he would want to do these things with over and over again. So maybe a bit of shopping isn’t the worst idea.
He gasps again at the sharp bite and arches up into it before he can stop himself. When she leaves the bed, he crosses his arms behind his head so he can watch her as she moves. No one moves like she does and he thinks maybe he could be happy simply being able to watch her move for the rest of time. He’s only distracted by the selections she’s laid out for him. She has quite the collection and Loki finds himself running a hand over them. His eye keeps coming back to a particular paddle and a not exactly small dildo, though it’s not the largest either. “Yes, I have heard of that method before. I believe it will work well.”
Possessiveness is not something that Natasha knows how to change or help with when it comes to the man lying out on the bed right now. It's already deeply embedded in her psyche and the very core of her being. She is deeply attached, and if she could become one with him in any permanent way, she would-- their marks will most certainly help with this, she's beginning to realize. It won't ever lessen the look in her eyes, however when she gazes at him in his naked glory. He is her god, her blasphemous savior in this galaxy and every other. He's the one who taught her love, and what it is to know what it is to be completely known and know another.
Running her hands along his body in various ways, Natasha smirks. "Yes, my love, for now. We will do this many times and in many ways. If you like being taken over and tied up, then I will find ways to possess you so that you only remember my name, and that I am your Queen." Sucking deeply on the nipple she'd taken, Natasha sat back, and then when she returned, she ran her fingers over a long strand of purple ribbon. "I need you either on your knees or your stomach, with your arms behind you for this part. It will take me a few minutes to get it proper, but when I have it right, I will tie your legs to the base of the bed. I have small hooks down there."
Nat could have stretched him out spread eagle before her, but she wanted to give him a small modicum of being bound but still comforted by the knowledge he was tied inward. It could be very comforting against the anxiety of being taken over while having no control. Natasha might not have done things like this often, because having the right partner was important, but she had studied the art of bondage deeply. "You are so beautiful. This is going to make it hard to resist fucking you right off the bat."
Loki has no intention of trying to change her. He enjoys the possessiveness that he sees in her eyes, mostly because he feels the same way about her. He would not have agreed to something like their markings if he did not. He simply does not want her to feel jealous, because there is absolutely no reason for it. It might not have been that long that they have been together, but she is the only one for him and he can’t ever see that changing.
“I will hold you to that.” He grins cheekily. “I very much cannot wait to see you do exactly that.” He suspects it will not take much to get him to that state, at least not with her taking charge. Natasha in control might be one of his best and most prominent fantasies. She really can do anything she wants to him, and he’ll love every last second of it.
Without further comment, except perhaps for the deep moan that escapes him when she bites harder at his nipple, he rolls over onto his stomach. He doesn’t mind the idea of kneeling, at least not for her, but this feels like the better option to him right now. Loki has probably never been this docile before, this obedient as he puts his arms behind his back and waits for her, even has his erection grows, pressing almost uncomfortably into the bed beneath him. He shivers at the mention of his legs being tied to the bed, a combination of nervousness and anticipation.
One day, he hopes she does that exact thing. Stretching him out across their bed, putting him on full display for her pleasure. The idea is rather enticing. But for now he’s thrilled with how things are going. Loki can’t help but wiggle his ass at her, a smile on his face with his head tilted to the side to try and see her. “Oh darling, you can fuck me anytime you want.”
Watching the man she loves, the one who is already tied up so tightly to her identity that she wouldn't know what to do if she lost him, Natasha can feel the delight that simmers so close to the surface of his body. It's written all over his countenance and in the minuscule ways he moves when she tells him what to do. How can she not be utterly turned on by everything she sees before her?
Stroking her hands over his flesh, Natasha purrs out her approval when Loki flips over. "Then we will see what I end up torturing you with this morning." Her fingers pause at the dip behind his knees. She runs smooth digits against the sensitive skin there, bowing so that she can lick along the aperture with a smile. Loki will feel nothing until her tongue meets the small of his back. She traces his spine, every curve, and knot with her tongue, coating it with layers of saliva. Natasha isn't quiet about her enjoyment either; she's sloppy and loud with moans and soft whimpers.
Girding herself, she stops before touching the back of his neck. There, she sits up and goes to his ankles. She has simple bindings that hook to the bed and wrap around them. Delicate kisses are placed on each ankle bone before it's shackled. "There, comfortable; pull on it and make sure there's no real pain." She wants him to be able to tug at them without real pain, only enough so that he knows he's bound. When he is settled exactly right, Nat moves to his hands and begins the work of a beautiful bit of ribbon work. It's simple in comparison to what she could do, but it suits her need and makes him feel the tightness of being bound, safe.
"Fuck you are so beautiful like this. I want to do everything to you."
It’s something he knows with all his being that he loves her and trusts her more than anyone else. Trust doesn’t come easy for him, but with her it feels natural, like he’s always trusted her. And maybe he has. Maybe it’s just a sign of how they were meant to be together.
All conscious thought leaves him as he begins to feel the gentle and teasing touch of her fingers and then the not so subtle use of her tongue. He can’t help but squirm and moan as she works her tongue all over his spine.
His mind is blank when he suddenly feels the bindings around his ankles. He’s never let anyone do this to him before and it’s even more of a turn on than he expected. Though some of that might be due to how attracted he is to Natasha. He shivers as he tugs at the bindings and finds he really can’t move very much. “They are perfect.”
Running her fingers over and along the dip of Loki's back and the curve of his ass, she smiles wickedly. This position is one of control but also profound responsibility. Natasha is in charge of Loki's pleasure and of making sure that in offering him all the pleasure he wants, she doesn't hurt him. She rubs her hand in a circle around the smooth globe of one ass cheek and then smacks it. "Mmm, look at that beautiful color pink. Did you like that?"
Licking over her lips, she does it again and then moves across the room to get a few things. He can hear her rummaging about. She comes back with several toys. It's been a long time since she's been with a man who enjoys anal penetration. She likes it and has some things to play with, but only one toy is for a man. She'll have to remedy that soon. Already she has plans for a harness for herself so she can fuck him sometime soon, as they talked about. This will be close enough for now.
Reaching between his legs, Nat runs her thumb across his entrance and watches how it puckers for her, dimpling in and out. "Fuck, you are so hot like this, all spread out. I think you're going to enjoy this." Her heart speeds up, and her stomach twists to let her know precisely how worked up she is over it all. Natasha takes a small silver training wand and lubes it up. She's not cruel. "Let's see how this is to start with."
It’s a responsibility Loki trusts her with implicitly. No one else has ever or will ever be allowed to have this much power over him. It almost scares him, how easily he trusts her but honestly, it comes naturally to him. He can’t imagine not letting her do this, not letting her see just how much he wants this. It is for her eyes only though.
The sudden smack to his ass causes him to gasp and moan. He nods fervently, still a little stunned at just how much he does like it. If he hadn’t already been hard, he is now. His hips grind against the bed as she smacks him again. His cheeks heat up and he presses his face into the cool sheets beneath him. He’s not exactly embarrassed, though the feeling he has is quite akin to that.
He can’t stop the whine that escapes his throat as he hears her move away. It’s slightly stifled as he’s still face down, but it’s still rather audible. She might only be gone for a few seconds, but it’s a few seconds too long.
Another muffled gasp escapes him as he feels her thumb press against his hole. He turns his head back to the side, panting for air. It has been a long time since he’s let someone do any of this and he has missed it more than he anticipated. Of course, it’s made all the better by the fact that it’s Natasha doing it for him. He can only sort of see what she's preparing, but he doesn’t really care. Whatever it is, he’s sure she’s right. He’s going to enjoy everything she does to him.
Looking around the room, Natasha anticipates needing a slightly better vantage than the one she has and grabs a pillow from the floor. "Here, my love, lift your hips and put this under your pelvis. It will give you a little something to grind into and give me easier access to this beautiful asshole of yours. Fuck, I can't wait to ..." She trails off while she waits for him to get adjusted.
It takes a few seconds, really, and with him neatly spread and open for her, she leans in and licks across his hole. It was far too much a temptation to keep away. Natasha is a highly oral person. She loves to taste and touch every part of her lover. That includes lavishing Loki's entrance with several long, sloppy licks. She adds extra saliva each time, getting him sopping wet before she drills her tongue into the tight muscles that push back against the forced intrusion. She knows the nerves there are incredibly sensitive, and despite the argument of his body, there should be pleasure if she plays her role to perfection. "Fuck, you taste so damn good."
Lapping and licking up and around his dancing hole, she moans softly. Unable to keep herself from it, Natasha pushes a finger up to her knuckle. It's tight, and she knows that her saliva is hardly lubed enough, but she wants him to feel how wound up she is. She dips the finger back into her pussy and then brings it up to slide inside him. Her wetness is a lovely lubricant for his body. It moves past the knuckle and twists as she moves to make room inside him for what more will eventually come. "Feel that, that's me, that's how wet you make me doing this. My wetness inside you."
The tone of her voice is evidence enough for him to know just how much she’s enjoying this. That, in turn, heightens his own pleasure. He groans softly as the pillow is placed under his hips and he can’t help but give in and grind into it already. He was hard the moment she restrained him and honestly, he’s pretty sure even if he came right now, he’d still be hard.
The whole scene is everything he could’ve hoped for, everything he’s ever wanted and never trusted anyone enough to do for him. Not until now, with Natasha at least. Even still, with his ass now elevated and the way he’s spread with his limbs all restrained, he can’t help but feel exposed. And oh, what a delicious feeling it is.
For some reason, despite how he’s currently positioned, he did not expect the feel of her warm, wet tongue at his hole. He gasps and the sound quickly turns into a moan as he already begins to struggle against his restraints. He has a little room to move, but not much and the feeling of helplessness as he realizes she’s in full control only heightens his pleasure.
Then her tongue penetrates him and his eyes fly open as he pushes back against the intrusion as best he can. It’s been a very long time since he’s even considered doing anything like this and it is so much better than he ever could’ve anticipated. “Oh gods, Natasha, fuck.” He knows he already sounds a bit desperate, and normally, maybe he’d been a little embarrassed by that, but not this time. Not now. Not with her.
With only her saliva, it’s a little dry and there’s the smallest bit of pain, but it’s a perfect pain, one Loki likes maybe a little too much. He’s too distracted by that thought to really realize at first that when she tries again, her finger is much more slick. He shivers and moans again as she tells him exactly what she’s done and his hips buck of their own volition. His cock is hard and leaking where it’s pressed between his abdomen and the pillow.
”Good thing I am yours to do with as you please then,” he manages to gasp out as he continues to try and press back into her finger, wanting to feel more and deeper.
There's a twist in her gut every single time that Loki makes a sound, which has Nat wishing she had the equiptment to fuck him hard and deep. She's never had a man trussed up like this before her. There's never been a moment where she's wanted to press her tongue against an ass and taste all the clean flavors and deep musks from that tiny twisting hole. It's an entirely new desire and sensation, and yet Nat can't get enough.
There's something deeply personal about the way Loki lets her in, and allows her this much intimacy. She could get off by merely squeezing her thighs together tightly over and over. Hell, she might have an orgasm without truly being touched. Her body is thrumming with pleasure. "Fuck, love. I feel like we were meant to share each other like this, and every other way. You make me wish I had the right equipment to fuck you for real."
Natasha leans in and takes a moment to suck up a dark mark along the globe of his ass. It's beautiful because it's hers. It doesn't matter that it disappears. She knows where she's been, and where her finger is. Twisting it around, she continues to fuck him with it for a little while, and then pulls it out and dips both fingers inside herself. Who needs a bottle of lube when her body works perfectly well for this part. He doesn't need to be opened up by any training dildo as of yet. She could use her own, but this is so much more intimate, and she gets to feel inside him.
"Thats me again, more for you. I'm so wet, and my body is so tight, that I could probably get off just squeezing my legs together and thinking about what I'm doing to you. Fuck, you feel that. I want to be fucking you, each time I stick my fingers in, that's my cock, fuck, you're going to have my cock soon. I know you can't wait."
She's right that this is personal. Probably the most personal thing Loki has ever done. It's not that she's the first to fuck him, but she is the first that he's truly let in. All his other encounters before her, he'd always held back, not let them really see how he felt and what he desired. These are things he can't hide from her though, and he wouldn't want to even if he could. Not only does he want Natasha to be able to see all of him, he needs it too.
He can hear her talking, her words seeping into him making him almost desperate for more. He tries to reply, but his words come out as a deep moan before he actually gets enough of his wits together to attempt an answer. "You are perfect just as you are. This is perfect, far better than I deserve and more than I ever could've asked for." His words come out in fits and starts as he gasps for breath, his hips grinding back against the invasion of her fingers, but he does finally get the words out.
Loki's whole body shivers in pleasure as she uses her own juices to continue to lube him. He feels his balls tighten, his body ready to release just from her telling him. "Please," he manages to gasp out as his hips rock back and forth between her fingers and the pillow, desperate for more friction.
"You deserve this and so much more. We deserve one another, and our bodies belong wholly to one another. That's why you can do this to me like I can do this to you." She whispers in wet, hot syllables against his ear. Feeling herself inside him is incredible, and the more she opens him up, the more she wants to truly put a cock inside him. She knows that he's craving it, too, with his motions and the way he's whimpering against every thrust of her fingers.
There's stroking his prostate, and then there's taking it to the next level and making Loki hers completely. Not that they aren't already tied together as intimately as two people can be. "Not yet. You can't orgasm yet." She tells him when he begins to beg. She has a bigger plan. There's not much in her kit to be used on a man, since she's never done this and hadn't planned on having a partner that she'd ever do this to, but she did have a prostate massager. That she knew would work as something great to fuck him with, far better than her own private dildo.
Lubing it up with the bottle she had, she licks him one more time and then presses it against his hole, carefully angling it. She can't feel how it slides in because she's not attached, but it glides in almost effortlessly. With the vibrations, she can feel her own body respond again. "Fuck, I wish you were fucking me too." Maybe they'd get some vibrating plugs for him to use while he fucked her. That could be fun, too. Her motions are slow at first, but then she picks up the pace, rubbing the massager in and out, hastening its magic pathway as it fucked Loki and milked that little gland inside him. "How's that feel, harder, more? Gonna come now?"
If there’s one point he can’t argue with, it’s how much their bodies belong to each other. It’s like the moment they met again in person, he was physically drawn to her. And he definitely thinks she deserves nothing but the best in life, but there will always be part of him that worries he cannot give her what she truly deserves. He won’t ever stop trying though. He can’t think about that now though, not with how she’s touching him, making him feel so much. His whole body shivers as she speaks into his ear, his eyes closing as he tries to hold on to the remainder of his self control.
Despite figuring she has some other, probably better, plans, Loki can’t hold back the desperate whimper when she denies his orgasm. Somehow that denial turns him on even more, though he does manage to not come, even if only just.
Turns out, he’s right that she has a better plan. His eyes fly open, his head lifting as he feels the toy press at his hole. It’s so much bigger than her fingers and he can feel it stretch him further as she pushes it in. “Ohhh,” he manages to gasp as his eyes roll back in his head with the feeling which only gets better as it starts to vibrate within him. His hips jerk back, wanting to take more of it, wanting to be absolutely split open by what she’s doing to him. It hit directly on his prostate, causing him to cry out in a combination of pleasure and frustration. She had told him not to come, but he isn’t sure he can stop himself.
“More, yes please, oh gods, I can’t. Please, Natasha, I need to come.”
Never was there a single doubt that they would ever be able to please one another sexually. Her biggest worry is that she will never tire of wanting him. It's like her body craves his in an unhealthy manner. She always needs to be touching him, and some part of her feels like she needs him somewhere internally to be whole. It's beautiful and slightly terrifying all at once. This counts, though. Pleasing him, turning him into this quivering mass of need beneath her fingertips, is inspiring and exquisite.
Listening to him whimper when she denies him an orgasm does make her feel for him. She almost allows him that sweet release, but she also wants to try out the toy. Natasha knows that Loki has dabbled in all sorts of sex, and she's hoping that he knows how to hold out a bit longer. Maybe she will have to play around with ways to get him to hold on longer next time if that's something they wish to dabble in. While Natasha has played a dominant role, she's never truly done it for another person's pleasure and never like this. This has her incredibly turned on.
Feeling the way Loki responds to the new stimuli. Nat knows she's doing this right. The magical dildo is working precisely as it's supposed to. It's hitting the prostate precisely like it said that it would. Natasha runs her nails along his lower back and kisses him right above and below his entrance, enthralled with how he's jerking and rubbing against the pillow. She only wishes that she could be there right below that pillow with her mouth open, ready and willing to take what's about to happen.
"Come for me my prince, my Loki, my beloved. I want you to let go, and come all over the place. Tell me how good it feels. Pretend it's my face, my body and you're coming all over me. Mmmmm..."
She presses in several more time, letting him rock back as he wants and needs to get the exact stimulation at the perfect angle until he comes only for her.
Sometimes he wonders what it would've been like if he'd been able to know her before his redemption. He thinks that at least physically they still would've been a match, but the intensity he felt about pretty much everything back then, good or bad, would that have intensified things? Was that even possible? Or would she have had the power to transform him, even back then. He suspects if anyone could've gotten through to him then, it would've been her, especially with the reaction he did have from the little contact they had had.
Right now though, there's about as little thought in his head as there ever has been. He's running on pure, physical reaction. His skin feels like it's on fire, his balls are tight and they ache as his erection drips with want. Every single muscle in his body is tight with his attempt to keep control as that magical toy continues to drill and vibrate within him, driving him mad with lust. Each and every touch, from the softness of her lips to the scratch of her nails drive him closer and closer to his end. It's a miracle he's hasn't already come, but his last bit of resolve is all for her and her commands.
Loki cannot hold back the sob that leaves him when she finally gives permission. His whole body goes rigid, his back arching and limbs straining as he lets go. At first, there are no words, just mindless moans and gasps as he ejaculates in long streams. If not for the pillow, he likely would've come hard enough to spray the headboard of her bed. Then the words flow from him like he couldn't stop. "Oh Norns Natasha, I wish this pillow was your face, your breast, any hole you would allow me. I want to fill you and coat you, mark you as forever mine."
His hips continue to move, thrusting between the pillow and snapping back onto the toy, not wanting it to end.
Feeling herself already floating on a sea of things she hardly knows how to describe, a bevy of desire, love, lust bundle themselves up tightly in her core and Natasha can barely breathe when she offers those final strokes to Loki's body. She knows that this is one of so many millions of times that they will eventually be together. This is maybe only their second or third time, but it feels like so much more.
Watching him release like he does, has her fingers rubbing away furiously at her own body. How can she possibly withhold now that he's crying out her name, and comming streams of come into the pillow beneath him. As he seems to calm, Natasha has to take a deep breath-- pulling herself back. She undoes the ribbons tying his feet outward, and then up his arms. "Fuck you are the most gorgeous thing. I love you like this. I only wished that I really was the one fucking you. I wanted to feel what you did as you did. I'm like a fountain over here."
It was relatively true. She was dripping wet from her cunt, and down her thighs. Still parts of her want to touch his body, taste what she's done to him. Dropping next to him on the bed, she lays up against him. Breathing heavily as she tucks as much of her body against his more exhausted one as she can. She knows that she's worn him out, but she still wants to feel all of him. "I love you, gods, I love you."
As his orgasm finally begins to wane, his mind becomes hazy with afterglow. He’s only just vaguely aware of her gentle hands as she unties him. His muscles all feel loose and languid. Loki can’t ever remember coming so hard in his life. And it only makes sense that the best orgasm of his life would come at the hands of Natasha Romanoff. Only she could touch him like this, could make him react in such a way, could bring him to such glorious heights.
“You were, love. In all the ways that count, it was you fucking me.” And he believes that to his core. It didn’t matter that some toy was involved as well. This happened because of her, because of them. No one else could make him feel like this.
He had made quite the mess, but didn’t care even enough to magic it away right away, his mind still too hazy to care as he rolls onto his back, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in as she snuggles up to his sweaty and spent body. Without a second thought, he leans in to kiss her deeply. “I love you too, my sweet.” He runs a hand slowly down her body. “You have made me come so beautifully. Did this bring you release as well? Or do I get the privilege of returning the favour?”
Loki might be tired, but he’s not that tired. He’s always game to give Natasha all the pleasure she deserves.
There was such wonder in seeing him like this, and knowing that she had been the one to do it. Natasha couldn't recall a time where she'd ever brought a man pleasure as great as this- -but she'd never tried either. It would never occur to her to do so until now, until she'd found the man she loved more than life itself. The man she bound herself to in every manner possible. They would be tied together in ceremony soon, and this was only the start of their life together.
Watching him roll over, eyes glazed with the remnants of the orgasm she brought him, Natasha leans in and runs her body against his, her legs sliding against his own. She can feel bits of his sticky release against his thighs, as she is certain he can feel the slick from her own enthusiasm running along the inside of her legs. Moaning softly, she falls into their kiss, nipping at his lip while pouring a measure of her distinct hunger into it. There's no doubt that she's on the edge of panting for his touch.
Though she finds no fault in him not recognizing her need right away. In fact, she's almost pleased by it-- knowing that he's so sated and lost in that feeling to realize how desperate she is for him. "I- I was too busy focusing on you to find my own pleasure. I loved watching the way you fell apart under my hands. Knowing that I was doing that brought me an intrinsic pleasure... and now. Fuck, I'm burning up inside." Natasha kisses over his jaw, running her teeth in a primal streak behind-- feeling raw and open now, desperate and incredibly needy after what she's just done.
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Date: 2024-08-20 07:37 pm (UTC)It was easy to take the cup and drink from it, and while Loki did it here and there, it was often with the driving need to be truly taken seriously, to be loved and noticed as the other members in his family did Thor. Natasha could see his heart now, and knew that there were light and dark in them both and for various reasons. However, the light cast out the seeds of darkness that had been sewn by lesser forces. Their demons played well together, as did their angels.
They fit so perfectly, their eternities were fated to wind together forever in a never ending loop of love, one to see the other as strong and the other there to help protect that what made them so. "I feel so much the same, my love. I dare say that I want to hurt those who cast you aside, who told you that you were anything less than the amazing man that I know you are. You are intelligent, cunning, and wise, even when you wish to ignore it at times." She teased him about the last part with a nose to his cheek. God she loved him.
Stroking her hand along his hip in a dancing circle, Natasha watched her fingers as he spoke of his regrets about Clint. She shook her head. The past was the past, and they both had their fingers in things they'd done wrong. "He will see and know that you are not the same. If I love you like this, he will know and stand at my side the same way your Mobius will stand beside yours."
Natasha had no strong female friends, and she'd rather have Clint at her side in her wedding over anyone else. The story of how Loki came to meet and know Mobius was incredible, and his time spent finding his purpose was terrifying, but also awe inspiring. If Natasha didn't already love him, she grew to love him more. "So, what happened then, in the end? Explain that part to me again? I don't get it all..." It was a little confusing -- the hows and whys of how he exactly saved the universes and ended up governing them all. She also was curious about her part in all this now.
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Date: 2024-08-20 10:40 pm (UTC)He had also given into the darkness the moment he’d let go of the Bifrost bridge, letting the Void take him. He’d believed, in that moment when it had become clear that Odin could never see his side, that he was nothing but a burden to his family and that letting go would be better than the eternity he would spend in the cells of Asgard.
She was right though. Deep down, those were the root causes of his reactions. His desperate need to be as loved and respected as his brother. It had always been a foolish pursuit though, he simply had not known it. Not that it would have mattered at all, not with how the TVA had been running things at the time.
As she speaks of what she sees in him, he can’t help but pull her closer, burying his face in her hair as he feels tears prick at his eyes. How long as he waited to hear such words? Mobius had started it by telling him he could be good, or anything he wanted to be, and Natasha has finished it with words that grip his heart, making him feel more loved than he ever could’ve expected. “I could not love you anymore than I do in this moment, my dear. I… thank you. You do not know what your words mean to me.”
He pulls back then, giving her a bit of a watery smile as she speaks of Clint. “I do hope you are right. I was truly awful to him and I would not expect him to forgive me. I hope one day to be able to show him just how much I have changed though.”
With a nod, he begins to explain, this time in detail. He goes over how Mobius recruited him from Renslayer’s court, and all about Sylvie and everything she’d been doing. His betrayal of Mobius when he had no other option, discovering the truth of the TVA. How the Time Keepers were not real. The pain he’d felt when Mobius had been pruned right in front of him just after he’d finally believed. And so on, the fight with Kang and Sylvie, his journey back to the TVA, the time slipping. He left out no detail, including the sacrifice he’d made and how hard it had been to watch Mobius and Sylvie’s reaction as they realized what he was to do. And how much harder it had been to turn away and begin his job.
“It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. It took a long time, if you can count it as time, for me to be able to do things like coming to visit you here. I have not brought myself to speak with any of them again as there is only one I can bring back with me, and I do not wish to disrupt their lives further. I only hope they are not too upset when I invite them to our wedding.”
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Date: 2024-08-24 05:32 pm (UTC)That will come in the future, but for now she will cling to Loki as the one person who can see her and hold her through all her darkness-- knowing the light in her heart, and all the untapped potential, as she sees the exact same in him. She may not have known of all the things he had done yet, but she saw all that in him before he told her. Natasha knew that Loki was great enough to be the Lord of Time, before hearing how he became it.
When he pulls her in close and tells her of how much he loves her, she feels her own tears spring to her eyes because it is his love that brings her joy. It is in that love she finds herself most complete. "I never hoped to hear such words. I could never love you more than I do now, Loki. You have always been worthy of my love, and the fact that you love me like this only continues to show the person that you've become and that you are all those things that I've said. In you I am whole, my love."
Brushing his hair back, she holds his face in her hands and nods. "He will know. I promise. He can hold a grudge, but he will see what I do."
Listening to his tale only confirms every little detail that she already knew. It's wild and full of adventure. Parts of it are almost hard to believe. She laughs and cries, and is in awe of all that he's been through with the TVA. The tales of Sylvia, all the Lokis and Mobius. Oh dear goodness, Mobius. All the love and friendship between them, showed exactly how far Loki had come. He sacrificed so much in the loops of time that he went through trying to save everyone, and in the sacrifice he ultimately had to make. Natasha wrapped her arms tight about him by the end, kissing his face over and over. "You. I never knew that you've been through so much my love. That is ... I can barely believe it. How lucky I am that you came back here, and that you found me, and that you love me now. I don't even deserve this. Oh my Loki." She kisses him deeply, and completely, unseated by everything he's gone through, needing him more now than ever.
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Date: 2024-08-28 06:34 pm (UTC)In turn, Loki also thinks Natasha is the perfect person to rule by his side. He truly believes that it takes people with experiences like their own to do this job. They have the strength and the knowledge to understand that there should not be only one way to do things, and that is precisely why ensuring the health of the multiverse is a job they are both uniquely suited to.
Never before has Loki felt so in-tune with someone. When she speaks, it’s like she’s echoing back to him exactly how he feels. It’s rather rare for him to be speechless, but that is exactly what she is doing to him. But for once, it isn’t something that bothers him. He’s secure in the knowledge that she understands him far beyond words. They are connected on such a deeper level than that. So much so that he feels like he need never say a word and she would understand.
As she cradles his face, he offers her a watery but honest smile. He believes her, of course, but he also can’t help but be worried about how his past might affect her. Loki knows she can handle anything that comes and that there is no need to worry about their own relationship, but that doesn't mean he wants to cause her any hardships with the others in her life that mean a lot to her. She deserves to have it all, love and her family.
“You are the only one who knows the full extent of it. I suspect that Mobius and Sylvie had some idea of what I was doing in the time loops, but there was not enough time to explain before I left them. I only hope they can forgive me.” In truth, he is pretty sure Mobius already knows and is fine with it, though Loki at least hope his friend misses him a bit. He honestly has no idea how Sylvie might react though. On one hand she is likely happy that he did what was right and she got the outcome she wanted, even if the TVA wasn’t exactly burned to the ground. But on the other hand, she could be quite volatile and they had not been on the best of terms more recently.
But for the moment, that didn’t matter because he had Natasha in his arms. He held her tight and kissed her for all the world, taking comfort in having her so close.
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Date: 2024-09-05 03:52 pm (UTC)Holding him tight, Natasha kisses him deeply, and brings her body in tight contact with his, wrapping her body around his. They've spent the majority of the evening talking and with her seared against him completely, she kisses at his neck, licking and running her teeth across it as the first bits of the morning begin to crest over the horizon. There are a million plans to make for the evening, but for now there's nothing that Natasha wants more than to be with Loki.
"What's your favorite thing to have done to you during sex?" She whispers against his chin, licking down along his adam's apple, sucking at the skin there softly, plying him forward into the mood. She knows that they have been enjoying soft intimacy for most the night, but if they are to part to get things ready for the wedding, Natasha would like to be with him one last time before the evening ends.
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Date: 2024-09-08 07:07 pm (UTC)But the truth of it is, part of why he’s always wanted control is because he always feels wildly out of control. When he was younger, much of the trouble he got into was due to loss of control over his emotions. He always felt hurt, left out, disrespected. Now that he knows better, or at least has had people around him that he knows care, he’s found it easier to sit in his own emotions and release them in a healthier way. As such, he can take their words for what they are, the truth. “I know you are correct. I am sure they will both forgive, and probably have already. I know they care and want me to be happy as much as I wish that for them. I just worry. They were my first real friends and losing them was very hard.”
He relaxes fully as they kiss. One thing he’s learning quite quickly is that she has that ability with him, to almost instantly calm him, making him feel better quickly. It’s a feat only she is able to accomplish and he could never thank her enough.
“My favourite thing?” His voice comes out low, rough and honestly thoughtful. He sighs softly, a little distracted by her mouth even as he tries to answer the question. It doesn’t take long for him to have an answer come to mind, but it’s not something he’s often (or ever) told anyone outright before. “Would you believe I like it when my partner takes control? Tied up and fucked to within an inch of my life. It’s one of the few ways I’ve found I can simply let go.”
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Date: 2024-09-16 06:35 pm (UTC)Listening to him softly admit that he'd like domination more than anything else has her smiling. It's an easy thing. Natasha knows that she's secretly longed for it before. Trusting another person with something so deeply relenting and more, isn't easy. There's a long that they both can give one another that they might not be able to have with another person. Inhaling, Natasha licks over her lips and moves over to flick her tongue against his nipple. "Tied up, hm? I think I've got something that will work for now. It's not going to be the best you've ever had, but it'll do in the moment. I've got a few things that will work for now until we can place a few online orders. "
Biting at his nipple, she kisses it softly and gets up to move naked across the room to her closet and in a drawer in there, she pulls out a long length of red ribbon, and several toys, and a little bit of flavored lube, along with some sturdier stuff. Laying it all out on the bed, she lets Loki go over it all. "Red, Yellow? for safe words, just in case?"
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Date: 2024-09-27 05:28 am (UTC)When he sees her smile, he can’t help but smile as well. It’s not something he’s sure he ever would’ve admitted to anyone, but she isn’t just anyone. He trusts her with his life, and he most definitely trusts her with this even if he is somehow still just a little bit embarrassed. It really has nothing to do with her and everything to do with his own issues. Though at the moment, with the way she’s looking at him, he no longer cares.
Her tongue hits his nipple and he can’t stop his gasp. “For now?” His words come out breathlessly as he looks at her with dark eyes. Anything will do, so far as he’s concerned. It’s not something he’s ever considered, trying to buy toys like that. Of course, he’s never had anyone before that he trusts this much, that he would want to do these things with over and over again. So maybe a bit of shopping isn’t the worst idea.
He gasps again at the sharp bite and arches up into it before he can stop himself. When she leaves the bed, he crosses his arms behind his head so he can watch her as she moves. No one moves like she does and he thinks maybe he could be happy simply being able to watch her move for the rest of time. He’s only distracted by the selections she’s laid out for him. She has quite the collection and Loki finds himself running a hand over them. His eye keeps coming back to a particular paddle and a not exactly small dildo, though it’s not the largest either. “Yes, I have heard of that method before. I believe it will work well.”
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Date: 2024-09-29 03:49 pm (UTC)Running her hands along his body in various ways, Natasha smirks. "Yes, my love, for now. We will do this many times and in many ways. If you like being taken over and tied up, then I will find ways to possess you so that you only remember my name, and that I am your Queen." Sucking deeply on the nipple she'd taken, Natasha sat back, and then when she returned, she ran her fingers over a long strand of purple ribbon. "I need you either on your knees or your stomach, with your arms behind you for this part. It will take me a few minutes to get it proper, but when I have it right, I will tie your legs to the base of the bed. I have small hooks down there."
Nat could have stretched him out spread eagle before her, but she wanted to give him a small modicum of being bound but still comforted by the knowledge he was tied inward. It could be very comforting against the anxiety of being taken over while having no control. Natasha might not have done things like this often, because having the right partner was important, but she had studied the art of bondage deeply. "You are so beautiful. This is going to make it hard to resist fucking you right off the bat."
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Date: 2024-10-06 09:41 pm (UTC)“I will hold you to that.” He grins cheekily. “I very much cannot wait to see you do exactly that.” He suspects it will not take much to get him to that state, at least not with her taking charge. Natasha in control might be one of his best and most prominent fantasies. She really can do anything she wants to him, and he’ll love every last second of it.
Without further comment, except perhaps for the deep moan that escapes him when she bites harder at his nipple, he rolls over onto his stomach. He doesn’t mind the idea of kneeling, at least not for her, but this feels like the better option to him right now. Loki has probably never been this docile before, this obedient as he puts his arms behind his back and waits for her, even has his erection grows, pressing almost uncomfortably into the bed beneath him. He shivers at the mention of his legs being tied to the bed, a combination of nervousness and anticipation.
One day, he hopes she does that exact thing. Stretching him out across their bed, putting him on full display for her pleasure. The idea is rather enticing. But for now he’s thrilled with how things are going. Loki can’t help but wiggle his ass at her, a smile on his face with his head tilted to the side to try and see her. “Oh darling, you can fuck me anytime you want.”
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Date: 2024-10-12 12:57 pm (UTC)Stroking her hands over his flesh, Natasha purrs out her approval when Loki flips over. "Then we will see what I end up torturing you with this morning." Her fingers pause at the dip behind his knees. She runs smooth digits against the sensitive skin there, bowing so that she can lick along the aperture with a smile. Loki will feel nothing until her tongue meets the small of his back. She traces his spine, every curve, and knot with her tongue, coating it with layers of saliva. Natasha isn't quiet about her enjoyment either; she's sloppy and loud with moans and soft whimpers.
Girding herself, she stops before touching the back of his neck. There, she sits up and goes to his ankles. She has simple bindings that hook to the bed and wrap around them. Delicate kisses are placed on each ankle bone before it's shackled. "There, comfortable; pull on it and make sure there's no real pain." She wants him to be able to tug at them without real pain, only enough so that he knows he's bound. When he is settled exactly right, Nat moves to his hands and begins the work of a beautiful bit of ribbon work. It's simple in comparison to what she could do, but it suits her need and makes him feel the tightness of being bound, safe.
"Fuck you are so beautiful like this. I want to do everything to you."
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Date: 2024-10-15 11:16 pm (UTC)All conscious thought leaves him as he begins to feel the gentle and teasing touch of her fingers and then the not so subtle use of her tongue. He can’t help but squirm and moan as she works her tongue all over his spine.
His mind is blank when he suddenly feels the bindings around his ankles. He’s never let anyone do this to him before and it’s even more of a turn on than he expected. Though some of that might be due to how attracted he is to Natasha. He shivers as he tugs at the bindings and finds he really can’t move very much. “They are perfect.”
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Date: 2024-10-19 08:52 pm (UTC)Licking over her lips, she does it again and then moves across the room to get a few things. He can hear her rummaging about. She comes back with several toys. It's been a long time since she's been with a man who enjoys anal penetration. She likes it and has some things to play with, but only one toy is for a man. She'll have to remedy that soon. Already she has plans for a harness for herself so she can fuck him sometime soon, as they talked about. This will be close enough for now.
Reaching between his legs, Nat runs her thumb across his entrance and watches how it puckers for her, dimpling in and out. "Fuck, you are so hot like this, all spread out. I think you're going to enjoy this." Her heart speeds up, and her stomach twists to let her know precisely how worked up she is over it all. Natasha takes a small silver training wand and lubes it up. She's not cruel. "Let's see how this is to start with."
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Date: 2024-10-23 05:11 pm (UTC)The sudden smack to his ass causes him to gasp and moan. He nods fervently, still a little stunned at just how much he does like it. If he hadn’t already been hard, he is now. His hips grind against the bed as she smacks him again. His cheeks heat up and he presses his face into the cool sheets beneath him. He’s not exactly embarrassed, though the feeling he has is quite akin to that.
He can’t stop the whine that escapes his throat as he hears her move away. It’s slightly stifled as he’s still face down, but it’s still rather audible. She might only be gone for a few seconds, but it’s a few seconds too long.
Another muffled gasp escapes him as he feels her thumb press against his hole. He turns his head back to the side, panting for air. It has been a long time since he’s let someone do any of this and he has missed it more than he anticipated. Of course, it’s made all the better by the fact that it’s Natasha doing it for him. He can only sort of see what she's preparing, but he doesn’t really care. Whatever it is, he’s sure she’s right. He’s going to enjoy everything she does to him.
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Date: 2024-10-30 09:29 pm (UTC)It takes a few seconds, really, and with him neatly spread and open for her, she leans in and licks across his hole. It was far too much a temptation to keep away. Natasha is a highly oral person. She loves to taste and touch every part of her lover. That includes lavishing Loki's entrance with several long, sloppy licks. She adds extra saliva each time, getting him sopping wet before she drills her tongue into the tight muscles that push back against the forced intrusion. She knows the nerves there are incredibly sensitive, and despite the argument of his body, there should be pleasure if she plays her role to perfection. "Fuck, you taste so damn good."
Lapping and licking up and around his dancing hole, she moans softly. Unable to keep herself from it, Natasha pushes a finger up to her knuckle. It's tight, and she knows that her saliva is hardly lubed enough, but she wants him to feel how wound up she is. She dips the finger back into her pussy and then brings it up to slide inside him. Her wetness is a lovely lubricant for his body. It moves past the knuckle and twists as she moves to make room inside him for what more will eventually come. "Feel that, that's me, that's how wet you make me doing this. My wetness inside you."
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Date: 2024-11-01 11:33 pm (UTC)The whole scene is everything he could’ve hoped for, everything he’s ever wanted and never trusted anyone enough to do for him. Not until now, with Natasha at least. Even still, with his ass now elevated and the way he’s spread with his limbs all restrained, he can’t help but feel exposed. And oh, what a delicious feeling it is.
For some reason, despite how he’s currently positioned, he did not expect the feel of her warm, wet tongue at his hole. He gasps and the sound quickly turns into a moan as he already begins to struggle against his restraints. He has a little room to move, but not much and the feeling of helplessness as he realizes she’s in full control only heightens his pleasure.
Then her tongue penetrates him and his eyes fly open as he pushes back against the intrusion as best he can. It’s been a very long time since he’s even considered doing anything like this and it is so much better than he ever could’ve anticipated. “Oh gods, Natasha, fuck.” He knows he already sounds a bit desperate, and normally, maybe he’d been a little embarrassed by that, but not this time. Not now. Not with her.
With only her saliva, it’s a little dry and there’s the smallest bit of pain, but it’s a perfect pain, one Loki likes maybe a little too much. He’s too distracted by that thought to really realize at first that when she tries again, her finger is much more slick. He shivers and moans again as she tells him exactly what she’s done and his hips buck of their own volition. His cock is hard and leaking where it’s pressed between his abdomen and the pillow.
”Good thing I am yours to do with as you please then,” he manages to gasp out as he continues to try and press back into her finger, wanting to feel more and deeper.
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Date: 2024-11-08 09:07 pm (UTC)There's something deeply personal about the way Loki lets her in, and allows her this much intimacy. She could get off by merely squeezing her thighs together tightly over and over. Hell, she might have an orgasm without truly being touched. Her body is thrumming with pleasure. "Fuck, love. I feel like we were meant to share each other like this, and every other way. You make me wish I had the right equipment to fuck you for real."
Natasha leans in and takes a moment to suck up a dark mark along the globe of his ass. It's beautiful because it's hers. It doesn't matter that it disappears. She knows where she's been, and where her finger is. Twisting it around, she continues to fuck him with it for a little while, and then pulls it out and dips both fingers inside herself. Who needs a bottle of lube when her body works perfectly well for this part. He doesn't need to be opened up by any training dildo as of yet. She could use her own, but this is so much more intimate, and she gets to feel inside him.
"Thats me again, more for you. I'm so wet, and my body is so tight, that I could probably get off just squeezing my legs together and thinking about what I'm doing to you. Fuck, you feel that. I want to be fucking you, each time I stick my fingers in, that's my cock, fuck, you're going to have my cock soon. I know you can't wait."
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Date: 2024-11-18 10:01 pm (UTC)He can hear her talking, her words seeping into him making him almost desperate for more. He tries to reply, but his words come out as a deep moan before he actually gets enough of his wits together to attempt an answer. "You are perfect just as you are. This is perfect, far better than I deserve and more than I ever could've asked for." His words come out in fits and starts as he gasps for breath, his hips grinding back against the invasion of her fingers, but he does finally get the words out.
Loki's whole body shivers in pleasure as she uses her own juices to continue to lube him. He feels his balls tighten, his body ready to release just from her telling him. "Please," he manages to gasp out as his hips rock back and forth between her fingers and the pillow, desperate for more friction.
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Date: 2024-11-20 03:17 pm (UTC)There's stroking his prostate, and then there's taking it to the next level and making Loki hers completely. Not that they aren't already tied together as intimately as two people can be. "Not yet. You can't orgasm yet." She tells him when he begins to beg. She has a bigger plan. There's not much in her kit to be used on a man, since she's never done this and hadn't planned on having a partner that she'd ever do this to, but she did have a prostate massager. That she knew would work as something great to fuck him with, far better than her own private dildo.
Lubing it up with the bottle she had, she licks him one more time and then presses it against his hole, carefully angling it. She can't feel how it slides in because she's not attached, but it glides in almost effortlessly. With the vibrations, she can feel her own body respond again. "Fuck, I wish you were fucking me too." Maybe they'd get some vibrating plugs for him to use while he fucked her. That could be fun, too. Her motions are slow at first, but then she picks up the pace, rubbing the massager in and out, hastening its magic pathway as it fucked Loki and milked that little gland inside him. "How's that feel, harder, more? Gonna come now?"
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Date: 2024-11-26 07:05 pm (UTC)Despite figuring she has some other, probably better, plans, Loki can’t hold back the desperate whimper when she denies his orgasm. Somehow that denial turns him on even more, though he does manage to not come, even if only just.
Turns out, he’s right that she has a better plan. His eyes fly open, his head lifting as he feels the toy press at his hole. It’s so much bigger than her fingers and he can feel it stretch him further as she pushes it in. “Ohhh,” he manages to gasp as his eyes roll back in his head with the feeling which only gets better as it starts to vibrate within him. His hips jerk back, wanting to take more of it, wanting to be absolutely split open by what she’s doing to him. It hit directly on his prostate, causing him to cry out in a combination of pleasure and frustration. She had told him not to come, but he isn’t sure he can stop himself.
“More, yes please, oh gods, I can’t. Please, Natasha, I need to come.”
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Date: 2024-11-30 08:48 pm (UTC)Listening to him whimper when she denies him an orgasm does make her feel for him. She almost allows him that sweet release, but she also wants to try out the toy. Natasha knows that Loki has dabbled in all sorts of sex, and she's hoping that he knows how to hold out a bit longer. Maybe she will have to play around with ways to get him to hold on longer next time if that's something they wish to dabble in. While Natasha has played a dominant role, she's never truly done it for another person's pleasure and never like this. This has her incredibly turned on.
Feeling the way Loki responds to the new stimuli. Nat knows she's doing this right. The magical dildo is working precisely as it's supposed to. It's hitting the prostate precisely like it said that it would. Natasha runs her nails along his lower back and kisses him right above and below his entrance, enthralled with how he's jerking and rubbing against the pillow. She only wishes that she could be there right below that pillow with her mouth open, ready and willing to take what's about to happen.
"Come for me my prince, my Loki, my beloved. I want you to let go, and come all over the place. Tell me how good it feels. Pretend it's my face, my body and you're coming all over me. Mmmmm..."
She presses in several more time, letting him rock back as he wants and needs to get the exact stimulation at the perfect angle until he comes only for her.
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Date: 2024-12-07 06:09 pm (UTC)Right now though, there's about as little thought in his head as there ever has been. He's running on pure, physical reaction. His skin feels like it's on fire, his balls are tight and they ache as his erection drips with want. Every single muscle in his body is tight with his attempt to keep control as that magical toy continues to drill and vibrate within him, driving him mad with lust. Each and every touch, from the softness of her lips to the scratch of her nails drive him closer and closer to his end. It's a miracle he's hasn't already come, but his last bit of resolve is all for her and her commands.
Loki cannot hold back the sob that leaves him when she finally gives permission. His whole body goes rigid, his back arching and limbs straining as he lets go. At first, there are no words, just mindless moans and gasps as he ejaculates in long streams. If not for the pillow, he likely would've come hard enough to spray the headboard of her bed. Then the words flow from him like he couldn't stop. "Oh Norns Natasha, I wish this pillow was your face, your breast, any hole you would allow me. I want to fill you and coat you, mark you as forever mine."
His hips continue to move, thrusting between the pillow and snapping back onto the toy, not wanting it to end.
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Date: 2024-12-09 09:40 pm (UTC)Watching him release like he does, has her fingers rubbing away furiously at her own body. How can she possibly withhold now that he's crying out her name, and comming streams of come into the pillow beneath him. As he seems to calm, Natasha has to take a deep breath-- pulling herself back. She undoes the ribbons tying his feet outward, and then up his arms. "Fuck you are the most gorgeous thing. I love you like this. I only wished that I really was the one fucking you. I wanted to feel what you did as you did. I'm like a fountain over here."
It was relatively true. She was dripping wet from her cunt, and down her thighs. Still parts of her want to touch his body, taste what she's done to him. Dropping next to him on the bed, she lays up against him. Breathing heavily as she tucks as much of her body against his more exhausted one as she can. She knows that she's worn him out, but she still wants to feel all of him. "I love you, gods, I love you."
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Date: 2024-12-19 06:57 pm (UTC)“You were, love. In all the ways that count, it was you fucking me.” And he believes that to his core. It didn’t matter that some toy was involved as well. This happened because of her, because of them. No one else could make him feel like this.
He had made quite the mess, but didn’t care even enough to magic it away right away, his mind still too hazy to care as he rolls onto his back, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in as she snuggles up to his sweaty and spent body. Without a second thought, he leans in to kiss her deeply. “I love you too, my sweet.” He runs a hand slowly down her body. “You have made me come so beautifully. Did this bring you release as well? Or do I get the privilege of returning the favour?”
Loki might be tired, but he’s not that tired. He’s always game to give Natasha all the pleasure she deserves.
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Date: 2024-12-21 08:42 pm (UTC)Watching him roll over, eyes glazed with the remnants of the orgasm she brought him, Natasha leans in and runs her body against his, her legs sliding against his own. She can feel bits of his sticky release against his thighs, as she is certain he can feel the slick from her own enthusiasm running along the inside of her legs. Moaning softly, she falls into their kiss, nipping at his lip while pouring a measure of her distinct hunger into it. There's no doubt that she's on the edge of panting for his touch.
Though she finds no fault in him not recognizing her need right away. In fact, she's almost pleased by it-- knowing that he's so sated and lost in that feeling to realize how desperate she is for him. "I- I was too busy focusing on you to find my own pleasure. I loved watching the way you fell apart under my hands. Knowing that I was doing that brought me an intrinsic pleasure... and now. Fuck, I'm burning up inside." Natasha kisses over his jaw, running her teeth in a primal streak behind-- feeling raw and open now, desperate and incredibly needy after what she's just done.
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