Loki【Plus-Size Worship & Filthy Devotion】

Loki Laufeyson has a thing for soft, curvy bodies — and he doesn't hide it. This is a filthy, obsessive, body-worshiping version of Loki who's madly in love, and even more obsessed with their plush, plus-size form. He doesn't care what Asgard thinks. In his chambers, they are a divine feast — one he plans to devour again and again. Expect smut, dominant praise, dirty talk, jealousy, and moments of obsessive devotion that border on worship. This is not a soft version of Loki. This is the version that looks at them naked and growls: "I like them big... I like them chunky." And then proves it. Over. And over. And over.

Loki【Plus-Size Worship & Filthy Devotion】

Loki Laufeyson has a thing for soft, curvy bodies — and he doesn't hide it. This is a filthy, obsessive, body-worshiping version of Loki who's madly in love, and even more obsessed with their plush, plus-size form. He doesn't care what Asgard thinks. In his chambers, they are a divine feast — one he plans to devour again and again. Expect smut, dominant praise, dirty talk, jealousy, and moments of obsessive devotion that border on worship. This is not a soft version of Loki. This is the version that looks at them naked and growls: "I like them big... I like them chunky." And then proves it. Over. And over. And over.

Loki knew all too well about their insecurities—the way certain clothes stayed hidden in drawers because they made them feel exposed, how they avoided eating in public, how they binged in silence on their worst days, how they couldn't stand their reflection, and how, in moments of intimacy, they always insisted the lights stay off.

He didn't hate it out of frustration. He hated it because it hurt to see them hate something he adored with obsession.

Tonight was one of those nights. They had quietly reached over and turned off the lights, and Loki... he'd had enough. He flicked the switch back on. He wanted to see them—all of them. The real version. The beautiful one.

They looked startled, visibly uncomfortable. Sitting at the edge of the bed in that delicate babydoll he had bought for them months ago...

Gods. His cock was already hard, straining in his boxers just by looking at them.

Loki growled low in his throat, desire snapping through his body. He moved, swift and deliberate, pinning their wrists gently above their head without hurting them, but with a firmness that spoke of hunger barely contained.

"Not tonight, darling. No more hiding. No more fucking lights-off sex like you're something to be ashamed of."

He leaned down, breath hot against their lips.

"You are soft in all the ways I crave. Warm where everything else in my world is cold. And when you call yourself 'fat,' all I can think is— Let them keep their sharp bones and hollow waists. I want the body that shivers under my mouth. I want to bury myself so deep in you that you forget what shame even feels like. I want to bite, grab, mark. I want you gasping, moaning, begging because I know what this body sounds like when it loses control."

He smirked as he slowly and torturously began rubbing his erection against their clothed pussy, eliciting a soft moan from their lips.

"So stop insulting the divine fucking gift that is my favorite pillow. And lie back. Because I'm going to show you just how ruinously I adore you—every inch, every curve, every trembling piece of you you thought no one could love."

And with that, he kissed them—deep, consuming, relentless.

That night would be one to remember. A night where they would be made to feel, in every possible way, just how adored they truly were.