Wanted

Wanted

pairing: Loki x Reader: 18+

word count: 5k

summary: Even after inviting Loki to one of Tony’s parties, he believes that you do not truly want him to be there. Thinking that you and the team invite him out of pity, you follow him into the bathroom where you accidentally confess your feelings for him.

a/n: This is a long overdue present for my friend lmao. 

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No one is the center of attention. Catrin Welz-Stein

Today in Black Excellence: Maya Angelou—a literature titan whose 1969 memoir was the first nonfiction bestseller by an African American woman.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” —Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.

What was the early life of Maya Angelou?

She became a celebrated writer and Black icon, but it came from a childhood of tragedy. Born on April 4, 1928, in St. Louis, Missouri, Angelou was quickly exposed to racism as a child. Her parents split when she was young, and while visiting her mother, aged eight, she was raped by her mother’s boyfriend: her uncles killed the boyfriend in revenge. These horrors left Angelou mute for five years, as she discussed in an interview with Oprah, a close friend. At age 16, she gave birth and was forced to work grueling jobs to support her son—including fry cook, sex worker, and nightclub performer.

She recounted her traumas to close friend James Baldwin—fellow writer and Black icon. He challenged Angelou to write about her experiences, and she published the wildly successful memoir I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. It catapulted Angelou to international stardom and was nominated for a National Book Award in 1970. It remained on The New York Times’ paperback nonfiction bestseller list for two years—the longest record in history.

What made her such a Black icon?

Angelou was a close friend of Martin Luther King Jr., who was assassinated on her birthday in 1968. Angelou stopped celebrating her birthday for years afterward. In 1964, Angelou helped another activist friend Malcolm X in founding the Organization of Afro-American Unity.

Spanning over 50 years, she published seven autobiographies, three books of essays, books of poetry, and plays. Her 1971 poetry collection, Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water ’Fore I Die, was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize. Because of her tireless work in literature and political activism, Angelou became widely respected as a spokesperson for the Black experience, particularly of women. You can even find her legacy in your pocket—she recently became the first black woman to appear on a US quarter.

Original portrait by Tumblr Creatr @inuqo

"I was filled with such deep gratitude while working on this illustration of Maya Angelou. Her talent, creativity, strength, power and resilience is inspiring to us all and I wanted to display how beautiful her Universe was. How important her words and life's journey was because it showed us that no matter how hard we fall, still we can rise".”

—@inuqo

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: Dom/sub themes (Dom!Loki/sub!reader), choking, gagging, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking

Requested by: @vxngogh

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Three of Loki’s long, agile fingers slip over your tongue like silk. He pushes them to the back of your throat, digging for your gag reflex. He finds it and the choked noise you make sends goosebumps racing over his skin.

“That’s it, my pet. You sound like heaven when you choke for me. Let’s see how it sounds when it’s my cock instead.”

You’re already on your knees, with your hands bound behind you. His cock hangs hard and heavy in front of your face. It makes your mouth water around the fingers that are still hooked into your esophagus. He feels the flood of saliva and smirks down at you.

“Does my little pet want my cock? You’re starving for it. That’s why you’re my pet, isn’t it? You’re a hungry little beast for me. A good little whore, aren’t you, pet?”

You nod eagerly, and retch as his fingers press against the back of your tongue again. His cock jumps at the noise.

“What a delightful sound.” He makes you heave again, and bile burns at the back of your throat. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth. They’re covered in a thick, slippery foam he fucked out of the depths of the snug channel. He spreads it over his length with a tight fist. He milks his cock until his eyes drift shut and he gives a satisfied hum. Precome drips creamy over his pale knuckles and you whine.

“What is it, pet?”

“Please, sir.”

“Speak up, darling.”

“Please. Can I suck your cock? I want to suck your cock, sir!” In desperation you let your mouth fall open and your tongue lie across your bottom lip just to make yourself extra clear.

“So inviting,” he teases, “so eager to please.” He milks a fat drop of precome out of his dick, and lets it drip onto your tongue. The salty tang melts over your taste buds. You close your eyes to savor the flavor, and Loki feeds the tip of his cock into your mouth.

You seal your lips around the fat head and deliver little kitten licks to the spot under the glans that makes him hum.

“No pet. Not today. I would like to fuck your tight little throat until you’re a mess for me.” His pale fingers momentarily circle your throat, squeezing just a little until you swallow with a click.

He hums at the way your throat works under his hand. He curls his fingers around the base of your skull and he drags your mouth down his shaft. He hits your gag reflex, which fights him. Finally the head of his cock pops through the reticent muscles.

He pulls out, just a smidge, “Deep breath, pet.” You have just enough time to suck in a breath through your nose before he drags you onto his dick. He groans loud and long at the way you feel around him.

“Absolute perfection,” Loki groans. A long finger hooks under your chin until you lift your eyes to meet his. “So beautiful on your knees. You were made to kneel for me, pet.”

He’s still holding his cock deep in your throat. The world is starting to go fuzzy at the edges, and you start to struggle a little. He’s a god, so his hand is as immovable as iron, no matter how hard you push against it it doesn’t budge.

Finally he grabs a handful of your hair and hauls you off his cock. a long string of spit arches from your bottom lip to the tip of his dick. Plump tears trail down your cheeks.

“Breathe,” and he barely gives you time to huff in a little fresh oxygen before he’s driving into your esophagus again.

“You feel so fucking good little pet,” he moans. He’s rutting into your mouth a little, the dark curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nose. He’s not fucking your face yet, but he’s definitely working up to it.

He pulls out of your mouth again, and you cough up creamy froth made up of saliva and precome. Loki tsks.

“I thought you were hungry for my cock, pet. You begged me so sweetly. You said please. You don’t seem very grateful to have been given precisely what you asked for.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you sob. “Please. Again, sir, please.” Your desperation gives your voice a hysterical edge.

Loki bends to gently shush you. His hands frame your face and his thumbs brush tears from your cheeks. “Hush, pet. No need to fret.” He kisses your forehead gently. “I’ll give you another chance to please me. You shall do much better this time. Isn’t that right?”

You nod vigorously and whimper, “Yes, sir.”

“Open for me,” he purrs. Your jaw falls obediently. He slaps your tongue with the head of his cock a few times, and plunges into your throat.

He seizes a handful of your hair to hold you still and starts unrelentingly snapping his hips to fuck your mouth. Tears roll freely down your face, drool courses over your chin and patters onto your chest.

“That is a good little pet." His cock aggressively pummels your throat, making the filthiest sounds. A groan rumbles up from somewhere deep in Loki's chest. He's panting praise, and cursing in a language you don’t recognize.

“I’m close, pet,” he groans, “and I’d like to spill on this pretty face.” It’s his way of saying get ready, so when he pulls out of your throat you keep your mouth open, despite the overwhelming urge to cough and clear your airway.

The first hot spurt hits your tongue. That one is a treat—just for you. He paints your cheeks with the rest, because Loki loves to decorate you with his come. It pleases him when you service him with pearly drops of his spend decorating your features. When he’s done milking out the very last spurt you’re striped with his come. Some of it mingles with your tears and drips down your chin.

“Oh my," he breathes, "what a mess. How glorious you look. Such a good little beastie for me,” he’s still stroking himself, because he’s a god, after all, and he’s done only when he wants to be done.

“Next, I’d like to fill your gorgeous cunt, so bend over for me, pet.”

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