loki is well known to keep that divine godcunt soft, warm, and extra slick for loyal devotees to the god of mischief. ‘free use’? not quite. he likes to call it, open worshipping’. 💧

being a shapeshifter is such a blessing. he can look however he wants, whenever he wants. but no matter what form he takes, he’d always be the same pleasure-hungry god who folds the second someone wants to fuck. 🥀

all it takes is just a flick of a finger, a glow of green. loki can have you gooning like a lusting ape begging for release. have those cumbags churning up so much jizz you’d do anything just to empty them. go on, dear. stroke that log for your god. 🌀

is bruce not aware that a mortal’s intent is all he needs to summon a god? and loki’s definitely not one to miss the opportunity to terrorize one of his favorite mortals. “you called?” his voice was whispered right into bruce’s ear, the god of mischief appearing behind him.

there’s a proper way to reward your strategist who had been pocket healing your reckless ass the entire match. and it’s by taking them right then and there on the spawn lobby, giving that perfect little healslut the dicking they deserve. 🌀

“my eyes are up here, dear.” the sun perfectly shone off the god’s deliciously muscled body, slick with a mix of sweat and seawater, glistening like the supple, divine meal that it is. “you brought the sunscreen, no? then what are you waiting for?”

a little motivation for his team so they don’t even think about throwing the match, promising his divine godcunt to whoever manages to secure them the win. go on, then. show your god exactly what you’re made of. 🐍

𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. . . 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. . . 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ‼️ practically speechless , the oni drooled staring at the others body , eyes fixated on those 𝐖𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐒𝐒 😵‍💫🙏 “O-oops . . I’ve forgotten the sunscreen though I do have something . . 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 🐽”

loki thought johnny would be done after a round or two, three at most. the god of mischief basically became his personal divine pocketpussy for three whole hours and counting, loki a mess of tears, drool, cum, and desperate begs. 🥀

the god of mischief is a sweaty, sticky mess after making sure his idiot teammates lived long enough to repay him with gratitude. what? did they think all those heals were for free? time to open that mouth and get to worshipping. 💧

wraps his arms around the reader from behind, hands closing in on that meaty bulge. “good morning, dearie.” squeeze squeeze.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 ㅤ ㅤ

teasing loki is a surefire way to break the god’s confident trickster persona. try having that fat fuckmeat rub against his tight, greedy godcunt without slipping it in and loki would unravel like a thirsty whore, begging and desperate for that rod. 🥀

look how grateful his team is after the match, showering with gratitude (spit), affection (sweat), and love (jizz). 💦 go on, go thank your god for keeping you alive. stick that tongue out and give your divine master a fat, wet lick. x.com/Rikaruputo/sta…

watt.⠀ torn between horny-posting and gremlin-posting