#tom hiddleston!sub x reader

[lokischickadee]

HE IS ADORABLE!!!!!!😫😫

#loki imagine #loki x reader #loki fluff #loki drabble #loki god of mischief #loki x reader fluff #loki headcanon #jotun loki x reader #loki headcanons #loki tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddleston #loki #sub loki #sub!loki

[ladyhiddlestoner]

The New King

Part One

Part two is here

Summary: Loki wins the New York battle and becomes the king. He wants to play with his newest toy

Note:This is my first writing I hope you like it.

Warnings: Smut,(Well, there are a lot of warnings. Please don't read this if you're under 18.)

"Do you know who I am? Do you comprehend how little you are compare to me, human? You should be in awe of my mere presence. I am Loki, the god of mischief, your king."

He said this with a dominant voice as he was sitting on his throne with his scepter in his left hand, while she was kneeling in front of him with her hands tied behind her back. She felt so nervous, and her heart was racing.

She looked around. The room was full of guards.

"Look at me, midgardian girl. You know why you're here, don't you?"

She looked down and whispered quietly, "Yes."

He hummed in approval. "Say it. And make sure to be loud enough for everyone to hear. "

She paused for a moment and said, with a shaky voice, "I'm... I'm here to serve you, my king."

"That was good, my toy, but that wasn't loud enough. Louder. " He commanded.

She closed her eyes and repeated, this time louder. "I'm here to serve you, my king."

The god of mischief laughed and sat back on his throne. " Good girl!" he says as he sipped his drink.

"But I don't want your empty words of politeness. I want your fear. And your submission."

He sat up and started to walk towards her. He put his hand on her neck and squeezed a bit at first, but he started to increase the pressure. She yelped from the pain.

"I'll let you go on one condition, human. You submit completely and absolutely to me." He laughed at her tears and watched her in amusement.

"Say it. Admit that you are mine, and I am your master. Say it. I command you." He squeezed her neck even further. She started to choke, and then he loosened his grip a little.

She cried and begged, still couldn't breathe. "Please, I'm yours."

"Good, then say it louder. I want to hear you say it. " He squeezed her a little harder, just enough to remind her of her situation. She didn't know how, but she managed to speak louder. "I'm yours." She said it with a trembling voice, tears running down her cheeks.

He smiled with glee and released the squeeze on her neck.

"That's a good girl. I will reward your submission greatly." He kissed her cheek and stroked her neck.

She gasped as she tried to breathe.

He took her into his arms.

"Shh, shh, now, my pretty little toy...everything is alright." He stroked her hair and smiled at her, "You will be treated well."

He whispered to her, "It has been centuries since I have had my way with a human. You should be...thrilled about the honour of being my plaything. Now...kiss me."

She panicked, moving slowly towards him and blew a light kiss on his cheek.

He smirked and pulled her closer, kissing her lips passionately, "Good girl… That's it…"

She panted as her heart was racing.

"Now you're getting the hang of it." He smiled seductively. He looked over at the royal guards, who were watching with intrigue.

"Your body is mine now, pet, to do what I please with." He whispered in her ear.

"I am going to show you what a god can do to a mortal woman." He pulled her closer and whispered his intentions as he kissed her neck lightly. She gasped as his lips touched her neck. Her cheeks started to turn red.

He bit softly down her neck and started slowly untying her hands.

He whispered back to her, "You will give me much pleasure, pet, You have nothing to fear. This night is going to be...epic." He stroked her hands softly. Then he put his hands on her dress, starting slowly to undress her. She pulled back and whispered shyly, "But sir, the guards are here."

The god of mischief snickered and grabbed her hand to stop her,"Shhh, My Toy. They are here to watch us. They want to see what a god can do to a mortal woman, and you will show it for them." He gave her a seductive glare and sided his hand down her cheek.

"You are mine, girl." He whispered back to her, "and I will do as I please with you now."

"Please, maybe they can leave, sir." She pleaded.

"No, pet, they will not leave. They will stay here, in awe and envy of the great Loki's powers with a mortal woman." He took his hand and sided it past her ear and started caressing her. "There's nothing to be afraid of my toy, They enjoy it." He smirked. 

"But I've never been naked in front of anyone, sir. I can't." She looked down. 

He smiled seductively,"You don't have a choice now, girl. You're mine." He started slowly to took her dress off.

"Let them watch." He whispered to her.

Her dress fell off her chest as he tried to hide herself, She was glad that at least she still had her bra on.

He smiled and took her hand, making her stand in front of the royal guards with nothing but her underclothes on.

"This is what you want, isn't it, my pretty girl? To be adored? To have them envy your body? And me, as the owner...the master." He grinned.

She closed her eyes and shook her head in shame. Her cheeks were so red and her body was trembling. She looked at the god with pleading eyes. 

"Shhh, no shame, little mortal. This is why the gods took mortal girls...so they could serve them in very way." He said slyly, enjoying her embarrassment and shyness.

He chuckled and put his hand on her chin lifting her head up. He put a finger on her lip.

"Listen. You can hear them wanting it and enjoying. But you are mine to possess." He grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

He could feel her warm breath now. She put her hands on his chest and looked into his eyes,"But I've never done this before, it feels weird and wrong."

"That's what makes it interesting, my plaything. He smiles as he caressed her chin, and whispered right by her ear.

It's not wrong when you are under the protection of the god of mischief. You don't know it yet, but you crave this."

He kissed her throat again and whispered mischievously,"You're enjoying this...you're letting me take care of you... aren't you?"

She loved it when his lips touched her, and his voice and words were doing magic to her. She didn't know how, but she was convinced. Well, it wasn't like she had a chance against the god of mischief. She stood there and let him do what he wanted to her. And she nodded in defeat.

He smiled, he was amused, and he stroked her hair with his hand.

"That's it... That's a good girl. You are doing so well, my little courtesan." He looked at her, licking his lips.

"You are learning quickly that you can let go...submit...let me control you. It doesn't feel wrong, does it?" He asked seductively.

She didn't say anything, she just stood there obediently.

Loki caressed her cheek and pulled her face towards his. Somehow, she was trying to hide herself with his large figure, but he noticed that." You can't hide yourself away like this. I want to see you." He caressed her neck." And I want them to see it happen...okay?"

He whispers seductively. He gave her goosebumps each time he whispered in her ear. 

He leaned back and looked at her half naked body and admired her. He caressed her skin and ran his tongue across her neck. "My, my. What exquisite skin. Like gold under the moonlight. Such a delicacy." He smiled seductively. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to see this..." He bit her neck gently and whispered. 

She jumped a little from the pain.

"Shhh, that's okay." He bit down even harder, drawing a few trickles of blood. "I like it when you're in pain, my beautiful human."

"Does it hurt?" He whispered to her. "Or does it feel more like pleasure...?" He looked at her closely with a smirk on his face as she feels his hot breath on her neck. She felt herself grew wet, it felt so good. She let out a quiet moan. "Umm... It's kind of both." She said hesitantly.

He bit down harder than before, smiling as he saw the pained expression on her face.

"Oh…so the human body is quite sensitive to pain? And in such a pretty place, the neck? Do you know what happens when you mix pain with pleasure?"

She gasped at the pain and shook her head. She was scared by the way he was treating her. 

He saw the fear in her eyes and his smile grow to a wicked smile.

"Oh...but my toy...if I enjoy causing pain...and you enjoy receiving it...that means we're both winners...don't you think?" He said as he bit down harder, drawing more blood. She whispered from the pain and pleasure. 

"You like that, don't you?" He asked with an evil smile, then bit down harder, holding her still. "That's right...your pain turns you on, doesn't it...?"

She nodded. 

"Use your words, pet, and address me as your master." He ordered. 

"Yes ,master." She said with a low voice.

"Good girl...that's exactly what I like to hear." He saw the red bite marks covering her neck and felt her body shaking from terror. "Hmm...what else can I do to you?" His voice dripped with excitement.

"Why don't you just close your eyes..." He placed his hand over the bite marks on her neck." And wait... I will surprise you."

He put his hands on her breasts, and cupped them gently. Then he started to unclip her bra. "Hmm. ..Let's move on to something more ...interesting." He whispered in her ear.

"We'll see what happens when your body is fully exposed for the world to see… " He chuckled and whispered to her.

He caressed her body up and down.

"Good girl!"

She kept her eyes closed while her breath was heavy and her heart was beating so fast.

He moved to her lips and kissed her softly. While he was touching and stroking her breasts, he rolled his hands slowly around her nipples and said, "Yes, that's right...just give yourself to me, my dear." He whispered in a husky voice. 

He smiled slyly as he pulled her body closer, his voice still whispering in her ear.

"Good, toy. I'm so proud of you, little girl. You'll learn to enjoy being my plaything. And you'll learn to make yourself useful for me."

He ran his fingers across her lips.

"There's something more I want."He whispered suggestively. "Will you give me that for this night?"

"And what is that, Master?" She asked nervously. 

He chuckled; his voice was full of excitement. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun…"

His smile grew wider as he motioned for one of his guards to approach. He looked over at the guard and nodded. The guard moved closer to her and touched her cheek.

She looks scared and confused. She tried to avoid his touch, but he grabbed her waist.

Loki asked the guard while he was holding the poor girl in place, "Have you ever been with a mortal woman?" 

The guard said, as he was looking at her with lust and desire. "No, my lord, I haven't."

She blushed, she was really confused. Didn't he say that you are mine? She thought. 

The other guards envied his luck so much. Wanting to be in his shoes. 

"Oh, that's a shame. They are such fun. Look at her, so young and pure, ripe and ready." He smirked and turned to her. 

"Look at her, guard, have you not wanted to have a mortal woman before?"

 He gestured at her, and looked at her with a lustful glance. "Look at those curves, look at those eyes, and her lips, so, so kissable"A smirk formed on Loki's face, and he nodded at the shuddering girl indicating that she should give her body to the guard.

She was scared now, and it only became worse as he asked the guard to continue to touch her body. 

She looked at the god and protest. "But, please, you said that I'm only yours." She shuddered. 

"Only to me? Well, what kind of god would I be if I took ownership from others? You...my dear girl...are to be shared with my warriors." He smiled mischievously. 

#tom hiddleston #loki #loki smut #dark!loki #dom!loki x reader #dom!loki x sub!reader #loki x reader

[peachyjinx]

The Coffee Date

Relationship: Dom!Loki x Sub!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You meet up with your boyfriend Loki after some time away on a mission. Established Dom/sub relationship. No safe words, but assume they have a signal or something. This is pure smut.

Warnings: 18+!! This is filthy, sorry I got carried away. Sort of cockwaming if you squint, public sex, rough bj, throat fucking, cum play. Thirst for Loki's amazing jawline, inspired by this thread.

You thoughtfully look down at your clothing options laid out on your bed. Your eyes glance outside again, seeing the trees swaying with the mild breeze, and the brightly colored leaves swirling around in the air. The autumn season is at its peak, and the colors on the trees pop vibrantly against the bright blue sky. New York is especially gorgeous in the fall, and you love that about living here. 

You decide to choose a very low cut t-shirt with a warm flannel over top, and a pair of your tightest jeans. You smile as you check yourself out in the mirror after changing- you’re sexy without trying too hard. Perfect. 

The cool breeze hits your face as you step out of the tower and make your way to the meeting spot. You walk quickly, eager to see your dark God at the coffee shop you had agreed on for a rendezvous point. You haven't seen Loki in over two weeks, having just arrived back from a tedious mission. As soon as you landed, you immediately texted him. He was out at a meeting with Stark - Loki wouldn’t elaborate- and the two of you agreed to meet as soon as he was done. 

When you weren’t fighting alongside the Avengers during this last mission, you thought about Loki waiting for you.  You had been together for a few months now, and the sex had been intoxicating. The two of you were fully in lust with each other, and every sexual encounter seemed more intense than the last. You quickly discovered that Loki loved dominating you, and that you just can't get enough of it. You loved the freedom of letting Loki take control, bringing you to new realms of ecstasy when you came together. 

Your mind wanders as your legs speedily move you through the crowded streets, and you can feel the heat in your body rising, picturing all of the ways the two of you fucked each other whenever and wherever you could. You no longer feel cold as your mind is consumed with lustful thoughts of your handsome boyfriend and his perfect body on top of yours. 

Your impure daze is broken when you see that you’re close to the coffee shop, and see the tall man standing out front. A huge smile spreads across your face as you see Loki, dressed in a sharp suit with a long coat, looking unnecessarily handsome. 

He sees you and mirrors your smile, and your legs speed walk up to him, as you practically leap into a hug. Your heart races as you wrap your arms around his firm waist, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders. 

“So happy to see you Darling,” he beams down at you from your embrace. Loki pulls you in for a kiss as the two of you stand on the busy sidewalk. The kiss is gentle and slow, full of affection and longing. You feel an urge to climb him like a tree, but instead break the kiss before you escalate things. 

“Hi Loki, I missed you,” you smile up at him, unable to hold back your excitement about seeing him. 

"I have missed you too. Shall we go inside?”, he cordially asks. Nodding, you follow him as he takes you by the hand and into the building. 

“Hey Loki, I’m going to grab us a table. Can you order for us?”, you ask as you see the bustling crowds in the cafe. 

“Of course, and what does my date require?,” Loki coos, while bringing your hand up to his lips, planting a chaste kiss. You feel butterflies in your stomach and notice that people around you are watching, the handsome God having caught their eyes.

“The biggest cafe latte you can get,” you cheerfully reply, then make your way past the line into the lounge. 

Scanning the crowd, which has thinned near the rear of the building, you spot an empty large couch in a back corner and make a break for it, ducking and diving behind people. 

“Aha!” you happily exclaim to yourself, plopping down in the middle of the soft couch, claiming it for you and your boyfriend. Around you are a couple tables, some occupied and some not. It feels like you have the corner to yourself, perfect for you and Loki to catch up. 

As you settle in, you realize the heat in the cafe is on full blast and you feel like you’re going to melt. Removing your coat, you adjust your shirt and top, pulling the t-shirt extra low just for Loki. You smirk to yourself at your subtle way of tantalizing him. He loves it when you wear low cut shirts. 

Loki emerges from the shuffling crowd, coffees in hand. Your eyes are able to take in his tall frame as he walks towards you in long, confident strides. Was he always this tall? You feel so small compared to him, and want nothing more than to leave right now and beg him to fuck you. A wave of heat crashes over you, but you try to ignore it. There will be time for that later. 

“Thanks, Loki,” you watch him as he gracefully removes his coat, neatly folding it over the side of the couch. You’re momentarily distracted by his beauty as he sits next to you. His jawline, as sharp as the daggers he loves to wield, is accented by the dark locks he has pushed behind his ears. The dark blue bespoke suit he wears perfectly contrasts his beautiful pale skin. Your eyes are drawn down his neck, where normally a tie would wrap around. Instead, his crisp white shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and the dark suit and his hair perfectly frame his neck and jawline, showing a glimpse of the perfect body underneath.

 Loki's piercing blue eyes are now fixated on you. They’re different than when he first greeted you. Filled with dark intentions, they slowly rake over your body, and hover on your chest. He looks at your cleavage hungrily, and you feel a rush of slick in between your thighs. Your thighs clench together, feeling flushed under his lewd study of your body. His eyes snap back up to yours, and you can see the arousal that is lingering in them. Loki subtly moves his lower jaw, and you notice a slight flare of his nostrils. You know he's fighting his own lust, you've memorized his tells. A thrill runs through you, knowing he's already bothered. 

Loki sets your drinks on the coffee table, and moves himself closer to you. He reaches forward, cupping your chin and kisses you, and you reciprocate immediately. The kiss starts off slow, gentle. Quietly exploring each other’s mouths, the pressure begins to build. You find yourself moving closer to his body as he begins to run his hand down your thigh. His addictive smell, of warm spices and pine, is putting you under a lustful spell.

Loki’s tongue pushes into your mouth and yours massages his as he intensifies the kiss. His hand wanders down to your ass, pulling you closer to him and you moan into his mouth.Your hands wrap into his soft hair and you gently tug it like he likes, and Loki moans quietly. You find yourself nearly climbing onto Loki’s lap, passion taking over as you continue to express your affection for each other.  Everything around you has disappeared as you continue to wantonly make out.  His cock, hard and ready for you, is now pushing into your thigh, which is sprawled across his lap. You thrust down onto his erection that is strained against his perfect suit. A low growl emanates from deep in Loki’s chest, and you feel an ache of need in your cunt. 

“aHEM,” a gruff gentleman’s voice rings out, directed at you. You pause for a moment and you and Loki break your kiss. Embarrassment creeps in as you realize you and Loki are dry humping each other on a couch in the coffee shop. You turn your head and see the older man staring over his newspaper at the two of you with a scolding look.  

You take a deep breath and attempt to move backwards, to slide back onto the couch to give the two of you space. Strong hands hold you in place, your leg across Loki’s lap as he tuts at you with a sly grin. He moves your free hand to his taut stomach, while your other becomes pinned between your bodies and the couch as Loki shifts.

“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going, pet?”, he slowly shakes his head with a disapproving look. His hands are now cupping your ass and thigh, fingers digging in harder. 

“Loki…,” you glance around again and feel a need to make yourself more presentable around the strangers who are sitting near you. He smiles devilishly at your apparent unease with your current arrangement on the couch. 

Loki clears his throat, shifting slightly so his cock pushes up into your thigh,“So I trust that everything on your mission went smoothly?”. His voice is as cool as ever, as if he wasn't using your body to hide his erection from those around you. 

“Uh… yea, it wasn’t too bad, just a Level 5,” you reply nonchalantly. You try to focus on acting as if he wasn’t driving you wild, like the fact that his large cock is hard and weeping with neediness for you. All you want is to climb on top of him while he plunges himself up into your wet cunt. Why is he teasing you like this? It’s torture. 

"But I bet you missed me, didn't you, my pet?", He asks in a low voice, dancing a finger along your thigh. Loki, still casual in his demeanor, has a twinkle of mischief in his eyes and winks at you. He’s a predator, playing with his meal. You have no choice but to sit here at his mercy, not knowing what will happen next.

"Oh yea, of course I did..", you feel your heart race but send him a shy smile and look away. No one around you seems bothered now that you’re not actively making out. A bit of relief washes over you. 

Loki leans forward, his lips ghosting your ear, "Did you touch yourself during your absence? I think not, given the nature of your trip. I bet you're dripping wet and ready for me." He leans back, flashing a knowing smile as he lifts his coffee to his lips. He takes a drink and lets out a quiet satisfied moan. 

A whine escapes your lips as embarrassment washes over you, knowing he’s right, and that he knows how to play with you. The slick between your legs is beginning to soak your panties, and you feel your hips subtly grind into him. Your fingers tighten around his soft dress shirt, beginning to grasp desperately. 

You try to regain your composure and smile back at him, “Maybe,” you shrug casually but you know he knows he’s right. Smug bastard. 

“So who were you and Tony meeting up with?”, you change the subject, trying to prove to Loki he’s not affecting you and failing miserably.

Loki chuckles at your resistance, and reaches a hand into your hair to gently play with it. He smiles at you, knowing he's making you squirm under his touch. 

You remember your coffee and glance down at the table, and Loki follows your gaze. He knows you can’t reach it at this angle without moving off of his lap, but does not hand it to you. His wicked smile widens and he continues the conversation, while you let out an annoyed “hmph”. You know that he would hand you your mug in a gentlemanly fashion, but that he obviously has other plans in mind. But what it is, you don’t know. 

"Well, as usual, Stark was imbecilic in his attempt to gather information. I suggested a more clandestine approach to gathering information, but he thought it would be smart to meet with these financiers in person. Naturally I was correct, and we will have to infiltrate their headquarters at a later date,” Loki summarizes in a slightly annoyed tone.

He sets his coffee back down on the table next to yours, which is cooling off untouched. Confusion and arousal wash over you, not sure why Loki is still holding you in this position, not letting you drink your latte.

He pauses a moment, just looking at you. You watch as Loki's muscular jaw clenches. It is imperceptible by anyone else. But you noticed. The shift in his eyes has now changed to dangerous. You feel the blush in your cheeks as you try to remain calm, and try to continue your conversation. 

"So what did you have to do?," you ask, leaning forward towards him and running your free hand down his stomach, teasing the buttons with your fingers.

Loki leans forward, bringing his lips to your ear, "I want to feel those beautiful lips on my cock this instant. You are going to walk into the bathroom right now, and I will follow in a moment,” Loki demands in his low voice. 

A rush of heat runs through your body, and you feel your stomach drop. 

“What? Are you serious…?”, in a shaky tone.

"It is either that or I fuck you on this couch in front of the shocked faces of these patrons", his voice is darker, and you know he's not playing games anymore. 

Your eyes, wide with surprise, glance at the older gentleman engrossed in his paper, and the young women seating themselves at the table near you. Did they hear him? Would people know?

Doing as he commands, you stand slowly and abandon your boyfriend and latte. Your arm is sore from the awkward position, and your knees feel weak. Your pulse is racing, the anticipation making your arousal almost unbearable. You try to remain casual in your demeanor as you walk towards the restroom. 

As you enter the bathroom, you survey the area. It’s incredibly clean, with art posters on the wall and vanilla potpourri on a small table. You look in the mirror at yourself and primp your hair for just a moment, only to see Loki step in behind you. 

There is a loud click as Loki locks the door and walks over to you, his eyes leering over your body hungrily as he stands behind you. He grabs you around the stomach, pulling you up against him. You feel his firm body and hard erection as it pushes into your ass through both of your layers of clothing and a whimper falls out of your mouth. Your needy eyes scan your handsome partner and you gain a better appreciation of his perfectly tailored suit. He looks as powerful as ever, the jacket hugging his broad shoulders, but tapering at his waist, accentuating his perfect “V” shape. Heat radiates from his body against your back, making you shudder. His sharp cheekbones are accentuated under the bright lights, his features almost cold. 

“I know it has been but a few days, but I have found myself thinking of you while I pleasure myself. Every evening since our separation, bringing myself to completion while thinking of you. How does that make you feel?,” Loki’s dark voice asks as the two of you lock eyes in the mirror. His pupils are large with arousal, and you can just see the thin outline of his blue irises. Loki’s large hands wander your curves, dwarfing your midsection and making you feel small.

“Oh…I…,”your brain goes blank, unable to respond to Loki’s question as your mouth begins to water at the thought of him pleasuring himself. Your hips move instinctively and rub your ass up against his hardened length, letting out a breathy moan.

"I know you missed me as well. Craved my cock, needing every ounce of pleasure I deliver to you. But you will have to wait…" he looks at you with a devilish grin while his hand traces up to your cleavage, roughly grabbing your breast while he slowly thrusts his hips on you from behind again. A moan escapes your lips as you push back onto him. 

"On your knees, now,” he demands, his voice even lower than before.You feel hot all over, his command unleashing a fire in you to please him. Your cunt clenches, and you have a desperate need to have his cock in your mouth, to taste his skin on your tongue. 

“Yes, Sir,” you obey, your voice shaky despite your excitement. Your knees settle on the tile floor as you assume your position, resting your hands on your thighs with your back along the wall. Loki closes in on you, his large frame entrapping you between him and the wall. 

The look on his face is focused, the bright white light of the room reflecting off of his sharp features. He slowly unbuckles his belt and looks down at you with intense eyes, while his skilled fingers slowly unbutton and unzip as you watch. 

 Loki’s hard length pops out, inches from your face and you whine with want. His cock is already dipping with precum and the tip is bright red and flushed. Veins are pulsing with his lust, his need for you. Your hand wraps around the base while you languidly lick up and down the soft shaft, the salty taste of his skin like ambrosia to you. God how you missed him. A hum develops in your throat as you gently lick and suck, kissing and worshiping his cock like he loves.You dance your tongue around the head while you gently cup his balls, and look up at your dark prince. His eyes are still focused on you as you slowly lick and kiss up his length, taking your time. 

"I've had enough of your teasing, now suck on my cock like the whore you are," Loki commands while he grabs the sides of your head forcefully pushing you onto his cock.  He hisses loudly through clenched teeth as he feels the warmth of your mouth envelope him. His hips begin moving, and you moan in satisfaction of the feeling of having his heavy cock thrusting in your mouth.

You relax your jaw to take him further, while Loki entangles his hands in your hair as he pushes his hips further into your mouth.  Your panties are already soaking wet as his dominating presence surrounds you, cock drunk as a haze of lust clouding your senses. Reaching out, your hands move up his thighs, clawing at his pants and steadying yourself on the strong muscles underneath. 

“Oh how I’ve missed this perfect mouth, Pet. My perfect little whore, always ready for me. You need this, don’t you? Need my cock in your mouth, my seed on your tongue,” Loki grunts as he quickens his pace, his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You draw your eyes up to Loki's face, and you see his lower jaw jut out, exposing his perfectly white teeth as he breathes heavily. His eyebrows are knit together in fierce concentration at getting himself off. 

Tears begin to form in your eyes, and you feel your breath starting to become restricted as his large cock pushes deeper into your throat. You attempt to continue to use your tongue on his length, but his forceful thrusts are overwhelming as he increases his pace.

“Yeesss, take my cock, my Pet, I know you’ve missed it,” growls Loki while his hands tighten their grip on your head.

He groans as he fucks forcefully down your throat, not holding back his feral need. Tears begin streaming down your face, as you try to keep breathing. You gag, not being able to take all of his girth down your throat. Loki removes himself for a moment, pulling your head off of his length. You gasp for air, strings of saliva stretching from your mouth to his engorged cock while you cough and catch your breath. 

Heavily panting above you, Loki only gives you mere seconds to gasp for air before he pushes himself past your swollen lips and into your mouth with a primal grunt. Your head is pushed back, only his hands cushioning you from the hard tiles. Your fingers grip tighter into his thighs while you try to remain still for him. 

Loki reaches a long arm out to brace his palm against the wall behind you, his jacket draping around you and casting a shadow. A loud moan erupts from him and he intensifies his movements and begins to thrust wantonly further into your throat. His black hair forms a curtain around his face as he looks down at you with his pupils blown wide, face contorted in intense pleasure. The muscles in his neck are taught with tension as he clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes, watching his cock disappear into your tight throat. 

The sounds filling the small room are lurid, full of pants and moans and the wet noises of his cock roughly pushing into your throat. You are completely in a submissive haze, loving that he is using you, taking from you what he wants. 

Loki pushes your head further onto his length, so your nose is pushed into his flat stomach covered by his shirt. His short pubic hairs tickle you as Loki pushes himself as far as he can go, rutting desperately into you. Grunts accentuate each thrust, while his grip pulls at your hair, and you feel the burn on your scalp. Your throat makes obscene sounds and you focus on breathing while Loki violates your throat. 

Suddenly his cock is pulled out and your eyes shoot upwards as you sputter and choke. Loki bares his teeth in a feral grimace as he comes with a feral growl, pumping his cock with his hand. Cum shoots onto your bare chest and you feel the warm ropes decorate your collarbone and chest, marking you everywhere with his seed.

Loki groans loudly while he holds his cock and tightly closes his eyes while coming down from his high, continuing to slowly stroke himself. As he stands over you, panting, you can't help but look up in awe at this beautiful God. A sheen of sweat covers his brow, his hair disheveled. A haze of pleasure settles over you as you watch Loki open his eyes and look down at you with affection. You smile up at him- your throat is raw and sore, but you are so thankful to be the one he takes his pleasure from. 

He reaches down, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. You lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock, making it jump. A low chuckle comes from Loki's throat, "That's my girl," he smirks down at you. 

He puts himself away and reaches a hand out to help you off of the ground. You take his hand, now gentle in touch as you shakily stand up and catch your breath while you wipe the edges of your swollen mouth with your fingers.

You look down at your chest and see that he has come a lot, and your eyes scan the room for something to wipe it off with. As you reach for the paper towels, you see his large hand grab you firmly by the wrist. Your eyes reach his as looks at you with warning, his face stern.

“Loki…”, you begin to ask what he’s doing with your raspy voice, confused by his stopping you.

“You are going to leave my seed on your chest and button up your shirt. I want you to remember who you belong to," Loki instructs you with an even tone while he gently gropes your backside. 

A new wave of heat spreads across your body again at his possessiveness, that he wants physical evidence on you to prove his claim to you.

"Yes, Sir,” you smirk at him, reaching for the flannel top and slowly button up while Loki watches with pride. 

The fabric of the flannel sticks to the cum that is now starting to dry. Cum seeps into your bra, tickling your breasts and makes you squirm. 

“Good girl. Now let us go order new coffees to go, so that I can bring you home and fuck you for the rest of the evening.” Loki swiftly opens the door for you with a roguish smile on his face. 

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Loki x Y/n

Summary: You are the new recruit living in the tower and you have your first interaction with Loki, what he doesn’t know is that you have a… special personality

Your powers are that you can control the elements and you can control and read minds

I'm sorry If there are any mistakes, English isn't my first language

 You were in the library reading a book that Thor recommended me about The Avengers when Loki enters

Loki seems slightly surprised to see you there “The elemental, you’re reading?”

“No, I just like hold books. You’re Loki right?” you say sarcastically, making a grin

He nods “Indeed I am. I’m the God of Mischief, and you are the elemental?

“Yeah but I prefer Y/n”

He chuckles “My apologies Y/n. But it is a mighty name isn’t it? Elemental” He says the word as if it were some riddle “Well, Y/n why not follow me and we can talk in somewhere more private?” Loki has a sly smile on his face

“Okay” you follow him, being a bit suspicious because of his background and what not. He seems a bit much enthusiast about being in private. Some minutes later you get to a quiet room. He smiles and closes the door behind the both of you

“So…elemental. What can you do” he says while looking you up and down

“I control the elements and minds, but I also can read them” you are alert for whatever might happen

“Read mind you say?” He looks at you chuckles “Well that should come in handy for spying and stuff” he smiles

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here”

“And do you control all the elements too?” he asks with curiosity

“Yeah. Fire, water, wind and earth” you answer

He smiles at you and nods “Maybe you could demonstrate them?”

You agree and make fire come out of your hand while you summon a burst of wind

He chuckles and smiles “That should be enough proof” he looks at you a bit more and then speaks softly “I like your powers elemental, they could be very useful. I wonder what I could do with you as an advantage”

“What do you mean?” you say suspicious and prepared to fight in case you need to causing to smirk

“You think I’m going to attack you? Me? I would never do such a thing. What I am going to do is offer you a deal…”

“Well you see Loki, you attacked New York and I’m sorry but I’m not that kind of things you know” you smile at him with irony

He looks at you annoyed “Not that again! Let’s forget that” he waves dismissively “You can help me with my future plans. Together we could accomplish things you wouldn’t expect. The gods themselves would bow before us!” Loki seems to get more and more excited while talking about this

You look surprised “But I don’t want that , I just want help the innocent people, I wanna defend them. Besides, I’ve heard your plans are lead the Earth and I’m not interested” you say, refusing to help him

He laughs a bit “So what? I could make things better for Earth if I led it. If I controlled it…I could achieve better things then this so called Avengers group ever could”

“But, like I said, I don’t want to”

Loki starts to get annoyed “Look, let me explain to you what you do don understand elemental. I am the master of mind manipulation, I could make you do things you would never dream of doing. I have this gift. I could change the world…And I could start by making you into being on my side and achieving my plans” Loki smirks “You may not want to join me. But as I will show you…You don’t have a choice” he thinks he’s the best, but I’m here to demonstrate him that his wrong

“I do have a choice, you know why? Because I can also manipulate minds, including yours”

He chuckles “You think I would be affected by your powers?” Loki smirks even more “Elemental… I am a God. I would laugh at your pitiful attempts”

“You sure? Let’s try” I control his mind, making him feel hurt

He starts to feel pain and his eyes widen “What have you done elemental?!” he stumbles back holding his head in

“You think I can’t control you, that I’m not strong enough, so I’m showing you otherwise. I think you underestimated me and my powers” you say looking at him angry due to he didn’t think you were capable of have power over him

He kneels down on the floor holding his head in pain “Aghh…you are not going to give me much choice with this are you elemental?” Loki looks at you

“Say I can control you, say that you’ll stop your stupid plans, and then I’ll stop” you say, looking down on him

“Okay, okay. You have a small edge over me elemental. But what if I told you that I can give you something that you’ve never felt before?” he says struggling to talk

“What?” you ask, still angry and faking interest about what he says

He stands up straight and smirks “If you work with me elemental, you’ll learn things. Knowledge that normal humans, and even other gods wouldn’t dare know. What do you say elemental?” Loki is still in pain but it’s going away. He looks at you with a serious face

“I don’t think I need to learn anything more” you say bored

He chuckles “But knowledge is the most powerful weapon that one can wield. I have the knowledge… and I can unlock your potential that you’ve never realised you had” Loki’s face turns from serious to a more calm tone. And I’m offering all of this to you elemental” he is still recovering from your mind manipulation and you think it has affected him more than you expected, because everything he says is more and more stupid

“I won’t collaborate in such plans as yours” you firmly and tired of his perseveration

He laughs slightly “Why don’t you trust me elemental? Don’t I seem like a nice and caring person?” Loki smiles “I am offering you the chance to unlock the most powerful version of yourself. Just take my hand elemental…just accept my deal”

You chuckle “First, did you really have to ask that? Let’s see, you attacked an entire town just because you wanted to, now you’re saying stupid things about Gods bowing before us and you’re the God of Mischief, that’s why I don’t trust you” you smile sarcastically at him “second, no you don’t exactly look like a nice and caring person, but I’ll accept” you are curious so you take his hand

He smiles triumphantly “You’ll see, I am the God of Mischief after all…I’ll treat you like royalty. You’ll enjoy the knowledge that I give you”

“I am warning you, as soon as you say something I don’t wanna do I’ll go, understood?”

He nods and smiles “Understood. I’ll be fair with you elemental”

“You’ll have to do something more, I can’t accept just your word, you’re the God of Mischief after all” you say, not trusting him

He smirks and leans in “Look elemental, if I wanted to make you do something you don’t want to, I would’ve done so already. But I respect your choices for now”

“Okay, I guess that will have to be enough” you nod

Loki’s smirk grows wider and wider “That’s right elemental. Now come with me and I shall show you things you’ve never seen before” Loki smiles and starts walking to the door and you follow him. Loki is leading both of you across the base until he stops infront of the door and the opens it. When he opens you see something that surprises you. Loki smiles and beckons you to come inside with him “Just come in elemental, there is something I wanna show you”

You enter the room, looking amazed at everything. There are lots of computers and scientific equipment. He has made a fully advanced lab. There are even weapons that are all laid out. He turns to you and smiles

“What do you think elemental?” he asks

“What are the weapons for” you say

He chuckles “Well we never know when a problem happens right elemental? So it’s best to be prepared. What if another Loki came to this universe? Wouldn’t we have to be prepared for that” Loki chuckles as he speaks, but he is being serious though

“We have to be prepared for you, I don’t wanna even think about two of you” you say absent as you keep looking around

He laughs “You see my point right elemental. I am a God after all so we better prepare for that” Loki smiles. He then gestures for you to come with him to another part of the lab “Come elemental, I have a present for you”

We walk over to some sort of weapon “Now elemental, you do not only have the ability to control the elements right? You can also read minds…what if…” he turns to you and smirks “I took away that ability?” Loki chuckles “What if I showed you how to not only boost your powers… but to make your mind control a lot stronger, what do you think elemental” he starts to grin widely

“Are you insane? You’re not gonna take my powers away. And even if you try to, you know what I’m capable of to defend myself” you threaten him

Loki seems slightly irritated at your remark “So hostile aren’t you elemental? “ he smiles “And how do you know that that I don’t  have the power to take it?” he starts walking towards you slightly

“I don’t know, and I don’t trust you either” it makes him laugh

“I don’t think that you have any choice elemental…if you do not do what I ask you to I’ll simple take it from you” he smirks and walks over to you. You can feel the presence of his mind control powers growing

You smile widely “You sure about that?” you askand start manipulating him again, but this time stronger

He falls to the ground in pain “Agh!! What… are you… doing elemental? Stop!!” Loki seems in a lot more pain this time

“This is nothing compared to what I could do to you if you try to take my powers, and don’t think I don’t have the ability to” you say to him, your jaw clenching

He touches his head in pain “S-s-stop it!!” Loki struggles to try and speak as you still had control of his mind. He seems to be in a huge amount of pain, this was a lot more intense than before

I stop it “Do you get my point Loki?”

He starts feeling a bit better, but seems very irritated at you. Then he gets up and dusts himself off and smile “How about we get to your present?”

I nod, waiting for him to tell something, hoping it’s not something stupid

“Okay elemental, now that you know I have some special technology here. Loki smirks and walks over to…a strange looking collar

“What is that?”  you say suspiciously

He giggles a bit “This, elemental, that will revolutionize your powers. This collar will boost your mind control abilities with a boost of your elemental powers” Loki smiles “I just need you to wear this collar and your powers will grow”

“Well, we have a problem now” I make a grin “Cause I’m not gonna put that on” I smile at him

He sighs and smiles “I’ll make sure you put it on elemental. Don’t you want your powers to increase in strength? I know you do”

“No, I don’t. I’m okay with my powers being like this” I smile at him

He smiles and comes closer to you “Elemental, you have to trust me. I am giving you the chance of a lifetime. To boost your powers and even to help you control your powers fully. I’ll help you achieve things that you never thought were possible”

“That’s another problem, I don’t trust you, besides if it isn’t dangerous put it on you neck”

He grins “Me? Why should I? I’m a God, my powers are as strong as they can get. It is safe, just put in on and I’ll give the key” he seems very eager to have you put the collar on

“No, I’m sorry but I’ll go. Thanks for showing me…this” you say and then start walking to the door, wanting to get the hell out of there

He reaches out and puts his hand on your shoulder gently “Elemental, I can’t let you go, you could tell someone or the avengers could see it. I cannot risk it” his grip turns tighter holding you in place. You can feel the presence of his powers over your shoulder

“I won’t tell, let me go” your eyes turn purple because of your powers

He senses your powers as they flare up “I’m sorry elemental, I’ve tried to be fair with you… but I can’t let you go. You will be wearing that collar and you will serve me” he seems to be getting mad

“I said no” you control Loki, making it impossible for him to move

He tries to move but he can’t. He looks surprised and horrified. He seems to be trying to get your mind control off. A few moments later you stop it

He is very angry “What are you doing elemental??!! Don’t you dare do that again. Loki grabs your arm tightly and looks at you serious. I need that collar on you elemental, I need it “ his grip in your arm get tighter

“Well, I would prefer that it was your hand what is on my neck” you seductively, kind of controlling him

He blushes slightly “Oh…well if you insist elemental” he smiles slightly and puts his hand gently on your neck. Then leans in closer and whispers in your ear “You know Elemental…you have a lot more power than you think” he leans closer to you

“I know” you whisper in his ear and with your powers you push him, making his back crash on a wall

“What are you doing elemental” His mood changes “Oh, what would you do if I did something much more intimate with you?” Loki smirks as he speaks seductively

“You really think that you’re…seductive voice was gonna work on me?

He smiles “Maybe, but I bet there are other ways to seduce you. I know that your body…is as beautiful as the gods” he says while looking at you up and down “What if I tried getting a bit more…intimate with you in other ways elemental? Would that get you to comply with me?”

“No, for that I would go with your brother, lo looks nicer than you” you say teasing him

He smirks “Oh, I’m hurt. I see, you are sucker for the nicer gods” you nod “Well elemental you aren’t going to escape my grasp. I need you, I need your powers to achieve my future plans” Loki stares at you. He gets closer to you again and leans next to your ear “I know a lot of ways to seduce you elemental and I know for certain that there is a way to do it”

“ You don’t know everything Loki, and I can assure you that I won’t let you use my powers to achieve your little stupid plans” you say to him

He chuckles and leans in “Oh but I know there is a way…I just have to find it. All you need is…a little temptation to bring out your true nature” Loki smirks and leans back, he looks at you with a smile

“Really?” you say innocent “and what is that?”

He walks closer and whispers “Oh elemental…all I need to do is find your weakness, your true desires. Then I’ll have under my control” Loki seems to be having fun talking to you in like this and you’re starting to like it too

“Well, I assure you, that you won’t find them” you raise a mental shield

His smirk grows wider, making you a bit nervous, but you hide it “If I find your weakness you will be mine, and I will find it elemental. You are a unique one elemental, even I can’t understand you completely, you are a mysterious one. When I find your weakness this little shield will be nothing”

“You’re not the God of Magic, your powers were taught to you, I was born with them, they’re more powerful”

“I know elemental, I know your magic is more…natural but you do not realize how powerful I am. I may not be the God of Magic but I am a god of the same tier” he leans in again and whispers to you “You know, I’ve been wanting to tell you this, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”

“I know, and you know what Loki?” you say charmingly and put your hands on his chest “I am also very clever and there is no way I would fall in your little games”

He smiles and looks at you “You’re much more intelligent than I thought, and I know that you won’t fall in my games, but do you wanna know why I keep trying to seduce you? Do you wanna know why I find you so tempting?”

You chuckle and smile at him softly “Why?”

“You may be beautiful and very clever, but I like something else too more than your beauty and intelligence” he whispers seductively in your ear “wanna know what are they?”

“Yes, that would only boost my ego” you say smiling

“Let me tell you…your hair, your eyes, your lips. They all fascinate me. I go mad over you. This outfit you’re wearing? I fucking love it, so tight so it embraces your curves, you breasts and your hips so amazingly, you’re absolutely beautiful elemental” Loki stares at your outfit a bit too long

“Everything you said? I already knew it, I’ve heard so many times, I have so many men on their knees for me. But I admit that it sounds so much better from your lips” you touch his lip with the of your fingers, making him feel nervous

He leans even more “You have men on their knees for you?” he chuckles “And how do you make them kneel before you?”

“I do nothing, they just kneel, I don’t even need to use my powers”

“I must confess elemental…I think I’m on my knees now” Loki is looking at you with an attractive smile. He gets closer to you and whispers “What would you have me do y/n?

I smile at him “First I would have to see you on your knees to believe it”

He chuckles and then gets down on his knees while his gaze is focused on you “Is this okay y/n?”

“More than okay Loki” you say and put your hands in his hair

He looks up to you “Is this what you wanted elemental? To have me kneeled for you? What do I get out of this darling?”

You are enjoying this a lot “You get this view of me, isn’t it enough for you?” you said innocent and take his chin making him look at you

“Oh believe me, I love this view, you can watch me being in my knees all day, but you know…I want something in return my dear” he says while he stares at you like a puppy

I smile at him “And what that would be Loki?”

He looks you up and down “you know…a little treat”

I giggle “You have to say what you want, ask for it” you caress his face

“I want a kiss y/n. Is that much to ask for? Will you give me a kiss?” he bites his lip as he stares at you, waiting for an answer

“Umm, you’ll have to earn it Loki” I say teasing him

He chuckles “You confidence is so attractive” he gets up moves closer to you “you know what? I accept your challenge. What do I have to do to earn that kiss?” His eyes are fixed on you

I laugh a bit “I’m not gonna tell you, that wouldn’t be fair don’t you think?”

“Oh such a cruel game you’re playing. What am I gonna do to get that kiss?” you smile at him “I know you’d like to play the dominant, but don’t forget who the real god is y/n, the chase is on, I’ll play if you will”

“I’ll play, and I may not be a goddess but you were the one who kneeled” I chuckle

“You have a very high self worth, but I can change that. Do you know what I could do to make you feel more…submissive?” your bodies are touching and his arms wrapped around you

“I’m telling you right now, the idea of being the submissive one is not very attractive to me you know” I put my hands on his chest

He smirks “But do you know how it feels? It is very appealing my dear” he rubs your arm “I can teach, I can teach you the beauty of it”

“Well, I guess I’ll never know what it feels will I?” I smile widely

“I guess not” Loki continues rubbing your arm, but it turns into a grip “I could teach you so much, so many things elemental” Loki smirks

“I don’t have to learn anything from you Loki” you take his hands off you

“Oh, are you gonna finally submitted to me darling” he says while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“Me?” I chuckle “Never”

Loki whispers “If only you would let me” he seems to not wanna give up, he’s still trying to seduce you

“Not gonna work” you say in a singsong voice, smiling

“Elemental, it isn’t the seduction what it’s difficult, it’s you. You’re making it difficult. You are just making me want you even more”

“Good, it’s my specialty” you smile

“You’re like a game to me. And I love games. And I will win this game, you’ll see” he puts his hands on your hips

You lean till your noses are almost touching “You seem so sure about it” then you step back, making him flustered “but that won’t happen”

“Please darling, don’t leave, don’t leave me like this. My desire for you is much bigger now. Please allow me to get to know you better”

You put your arms around his neck “I don’t think that’s a good idea, you know why? Because it will give you advantage, and we don’t that do we?” you touch his nose

“You’re such a mean one. But I like it, I like it a lot” Loki grabs you from behind “You can’t go anywhere elemental, you aren’t going to leave me like this” Loki’s grip tightens a bit

“Oh, but I absolutely will” you get off his grip, now I’m gonna work, I have things to do” you say walking to the door

“Ok, you win. But I won’t give up, I will have you and you will be mine”

“Yeah sure, by the way, I always win” you say and you go, leaving him looking at the window, feeling frustrated

“You can’t escape me y/n, I’ll see you again” he says looking at the window, and he seems to be planning something…

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Fic master list

(mostly so I can find them again)

All fics are 18+ 

Loki/Reader

Into Submission masterlist (series, ongoing): (sub!Loki/femdom!reader. Explicit.). Loki craves subjugation. He just needs a little encouragement.

Devoted (sub!Loki oneshot). Loki is a good boy. Explicit.

Awful things (Loki x GN reader oneshot). No smut, lots of Loki angst. An alternate take on the events of S2E2.

Unwrapped (Avenger!Loki x fem!reader) A Christmassy friends-to-lovers smutty oneshot. Explicit.

Tom Hiddleston/Reader 

Missed Connection Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Other

My Sub!Loki headcanons

"You're wrong, Loki's a Dom!"

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Transgressions [Part 2] 18+ [Dom! Loki x Female Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Moments after being all fucked out, Loki insists you re-join the party he dragged you from to have his way with you. He got what he wanted, but when is that ever enough? More transgressions. More smut.(wc 3k) Warnings: 18+ only. Minors DNI. Jealous lovers, controlling behaviour, praise kink, public sex, voyeurism, oral sex.

‘I think you enjoy it’, you pondered as you pressed the elevator call button, ‘I think you like being jealous…’

Staring at the numbers flick upward on the screen signalling the elevator was coming, you felt his eyes narrowing in your direction, a sarcastic retort winding up to let fly.

‘and,’ you added as you heard an intake of breath denoting an approaching comeback, ‘I think that you’re overcompensating for the fact that-’,

suddenly the wind was knocked out of you as you were forced against the wall between the elevators, his rough kiss silencing you as his hands wound around your hips, grabbing your ass.

‘I think, that you think too much’, he muttered as the bell dinged before striding inside the doors and extending his hand to hold them open as you hobbled inside, sulking.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the elevator mirror, ‘Jesus, Loki – I look like shit!’ you gasped as you inspected your smudged eyeliner, wisps of hair protruded at alarming angles from your previously perfect up-do, sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that still clung to your flushed neck and forehead. And that didn’t take into account the gathering pool of god semen collecting inside your panties.

‘I cannot let anyone see me like this, Loki!’ you groaned, pleadingly.

‘I think you look wonderful’ he replied curtly, his voice cracking under the strain of holding back shallow laughter. You frantically tried to collect yourself as the floor numbers ticked down. God of Mischief. Who’s fucking great idea was it to start a clandestine relationship with the God of Mischief? You. That’s who. You cursed yourself as you stuck another hair grip in your mouth, collecting them from where they had come loose, hurriedly sliding them back in place to create the illusion of put-togetherness.

Ding.

‘After you, pet’, his placid smirk hiding the mirth in his eyes made you want to smack it off his beautiful face.

‘You know, Loki...maybe you wouldn’t have so many opportunities to feel jealous if you would tell anyone about us. If people knew we were together, then they’d know I’m yours. Did you ever think of that?’

He sighed, the opening doors slamming shut again with a shimmer of his magic as he stepped towards you, towering above your frame, eye-fucking you as purposeful breaths made his chest rise and fall.

‘Darling, I don’t give a...what’s the term... a flying fuck...if Rogers knows that I sink my cock into you every night. I don’t care if that so-called magician rubs one out to the thought of your fine arse taking my punishment before his morning tea, or if Stark has a secret collection of videos of me eating your pussy in the showers…’ he hovered over you, his gaze searching your wide eyes for understanding, ‘that’s not the point’.

Silence surrounded you as he straightened his posture, tugging down on his waistcoat, ‘I want you to know…’

Ding.

‘...that you belong to me.’

He strode out the elevator without looking back, grabbing a cocktail off a passing tray as he made his way directly through the heaving crowd towards Steve, who was laughing over-zealously at something Natasha said as she layered a plate with snacks.

Shit.

You grabbed a drink from another tray which floated by, smoothing the glass under your fingertips as you tried to inconspicuously watch the scene unfolding across the room. It was only a matter of time...

‘Hey, there she is...Y/N!’ Steve waved at you animatedly, beckoning you over with large scoops of his muscled arms as Loki stood beside him, pleased with himself – of course.

You grimaced, mentally preparing for the coming mind-fuck your lover was planning. What was wrong with him? ‘Heyyy…’ you smiled, head titled to the side as you pointedly greeted Steve and Nat, the cardboard tone audible to your own ears as Natasha ran her eyes over you.

‘Jesus Y/N, you look like shit…’ she observed as she popped a cube of cheese in her mouth, ‘what happened?’

Your eyes flickered towards Loki, who was enjoying this far too much, his gaze fixed to the floor as he licked his lips, concealing a smile.

‘I uh…’ your mind flapped under the pressure of the three pairs of eyes awaiting your response, ‘threw up’.

You heard a low cough as Loki choked on his rising laughter as one of his large hands touched your back politely, removing the cocktail glass from your hand, ‘what have we told you, you must be more careful at these parties. A good girl like you should know your limits...’, his brow furrowed in mock concern.

Steve took a step forward, his blue eyes not revealing a trace of intoxication now as he raised the back of his hand to your forehead, ‘you’re so hot, Y/N...I don’t like this’ he poised dramatically, and you sighed as another, cooler hand also graced your forehead, ‘you’re right, Rogers, she is hot…’, Loki’s voice infused with innuendo as he continued his charade.

‘Can you both please not?’ you brushed the fleshy antlers adorning you from your forehead back to their hosts, ‘I’m fine.’

‘Who’s fine?!’, Thor popped up behind you, his grinning face radiating energy over your shoulder as you closed your eyes with a deep exhale.

‘Y/N, you dolt. She threw up, but she’s fine, apparently...’ Nat elaborated for the inebriated god, her eyebrow jauntily raised as her keen mind tried to put together the pieces of the scenario unfolding before her.

‘Looks like you missed a splash on your leg there ma’am, allow me’ Steve murmured as he brandished a napkin before you could stop him and lightly wiped a thin strand of liquid from your mid-thigh, ‘oh dear, oh dear’ he sighed quietly as he scrunched the napkin in his fist, regarding you with increasing concern. Loki could barely contain himself.

‘Fine is not an adjective one should use for a night like this, dear Y/N – nights like these are meant for revels!’ Thor boomed in your ear. This was too much.

‘Yeah I just...I think I’m all revelled out,’ you patted him on the arm, your gaze travelling to the god to your other side, hoping your eyes flashed with the warning they intended.

If the warning was received, it was not in the manner you hoped. Loki spun to Natasha, extending his hand towards her, ‘my brother is right, tonight is a night for revels...would you care to dance?’.

You couldn’t believe your ears.

 ‘Uhh...sure?’ she mumbled, her eyes journeying to yours, perplexed by this unorthodox request as she was escorted to the crowded dance-floor.

Thor began regaling you with a story that had something to do with him leaving Mjölnir in a supermarket that morning while he was distracted by a bird as Steve hovered beside you, searching for signs of an impending fainting spell. Loki, on the other hand, was busy looping his arms around Natasha’s waist, her toned biceps illuminated under the dim lights as she wrapped them around his neck. He stepped in to place one of his thighs between her legs, angled to control their dance as he had done with you several times in the privacy of his rooms. Your stomach was doing flips, your earlier lie startlingly close to becoming reality. They swayed, her breasts brushing against his fitted shirt as she began to move against his muscular torso in time with the music, her hands running down his biceps– fuck.

Anger began to twist in your stomach and it flourished to something more. You felt the stir of blood rushing to your core, re-activating the slick feeling of the mess absorbing into your panties, the remainder of the cum of the god that hadn’t managed to sneak its way down your thighs, bold as brass he was teasing you relentlessly for the second time this evening. What a hypocrite. You couldn’t let this slide. Not tonight.

An idea flickered through your mind as you watched them, stacking like blocks as you saw Natasha pull away from his light embrace after he whispered something in her ear.

‘Guys, I’m gonna go’, you said, ‘Steve you’re right I’m still not feeling so good and uh...Thor I’m sure the bird is fine after its run in with Mjölnir…’ you trailed off before Steve could interject with an offer to escort you and made your way to the exit, pressing the elevator button in quick succession. The chrome doors had almost shut behind you when there was a pause as they parted once again, revealing your raven-haired god looking very smug...and very hot.

‘Room for one more?’ he drawled, as he swung his waistcoat from one hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up revealing his thick forearms.

You rolled your eyes, resting against the metal bar that encased the elevator, ‘for you? Yes. For your ego? There’s a maximum capacity to consider…’

He laughed darkly as he stepped towards you, the doors closing immediately behind him, ‘such a mouthy pet tonight. Oh dear, oh dear as Rogers would say…’, he grinned, his eyes glinting at the memory of his rival wiping his drying cum off your leg.

‘What am I going to do with you?’ Your eyes bore into his as the smile fell from his lips at his words echoed in your mouth. Your icy tone frosted the air between you as you ran your eyes up and down his body slowly.

‘Excuse me?’, he leant forward ‘I don’t think-’

‘...and I think, you think too much’, you leaned to meet him, inches from his face as he scrunched his brow, trying to work out the unfamiliar situation he found himself in.

You inched forward, your lips ghosting his ear as you delivered your promise, ‘After your little display with Natasha, I think someone needs a reminder of who he belongs to, hmm?’

His hand flew to your jaw, pressing you against the wall as he clamped your smart mouth between his thumb and forefinger, your head tilted upwards as he drank in your defiance, lust clouding his eyes ‘...didn’t want everyone to know you’d been well and truly fucked though, did you my little slut? Trying to hide the evidence of your shameless need for me...so much for exposing us, or did I miss something?’

 You jerked your head to the side, loosening his grip long enough to say what needed to be said.

‘I think you’ll find, darling...that I well and truly fucked you’, a smile crept over your face as you registered his eyes grow wider at your words, his shoulders lax in surprise.

It was your chance, and you took it.

You raised your forearm to his collarbone, pressing him backwards until you felt him collide with the opposite wall of the elevator, extending your hand in a flash to hit the emergency stop. 

You felt his arms raise to restrain you, but you fastened your lips to his earlobe biting down gently, extending out the soft flesh as he moaned beneath you, his willpower fading.

‘Are you going to behave now?’, you whispered seductively. His mouth twitched as he assessed the situation, his hooded eyes regarding you with suspicion as you began to toggle with the button of his trousers, ‘well?’ you questioned as he mustered a solitary nod.

‘I said, are you going to behave?’ you asked pointedly – the power coursing through your veins a direct line of gunpowder to your pussy which was smouldering with need.

‘Yes…’ he growled, his voice strained as you yanked down his trousers to fall to his knees, his exposed, hardening cock bobbing free as he rested against the metal bar, his hands gripping it tightly.

You sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his as he watched your descent, your hands sliding down his ass and smoothing over the curves of his muscular legs as you landed to grip his ankles.

‘You don’t get to touch me’, you warned – the storm gathering in his stare showed he knew you meant it.

Leaning in, your breath misted over his straining cock as you inhaled the intoxicating scent. His expensive cologne, a musk of sweat and the traces of your own arousal radiated from the velvet skin of his length as you pressed your lips against him, forcing it back to rest against his stomach.

‘Mine’

Your voice echoed around the elevator like a gunshot as you took him in your mouth, sucking him in with long strokes to your hollowed cheeks as he groaned above you at the sensation. His knees buckled slightly, restrained by the waist of his trousers keeping them steady as he braced himself against the thick bar. He was watching himself in the mirror, the sight making him even hornier. You covered your teeth with your lips, bearing down on his needy cock with the full force of your pressure, sliding backwards and forwards with ease as he cursed at his reflection above you. You weren’t pulling any punches. Not tonight. 

The fuel of jealousy consumed you as you consumed him, long stokes of your tongue wrapping around his head, intermingling with your hand sliding tightly around his base. Squeezing around him, thrusting upwards as you descended again to swallow him whole.

From the corner of your eye, you could see his hand flexing around the bar, white knuckles squeezing into a fist as he desperately fought to keep them from tangling in your hair at the exquisite pleasure forced upon him. You tasted the first drops of pre-cum at the back of your throat as he muttered filthy praises to the air. You knew he was watching himself come undone above, he wouldn't be able to resist his own undeniably sexy reflection. Smug bastard. He'd be both relishing and resenting every moment of your lips wrapped around his slick cock as he battled to restrain his rising climax.

‘Who do you belong to?’ you asked loudly as he reluctantly broke his own gaze. The lustful stare faltered with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before...your hand slowing as you stroked his cock, waiting for his answer.

‘I don’t...’ he stuttered, as you ceased your hand movements – your fingers poised but motionless, ‘...you..’ he relented, ‘I belong to you…’ throwing his head back against the mirror as you resumed your domination of his senses.

‘Good boy,’ you murmured as your lips found their way back to his delicious tip, sucking gently as your hand worked his base. Through his gritted cries of pleasure, you could hear a soft clanging above you – your oblivious lover too lost in his nearing orgasm to register the noise as it drew closer.

‘Say my name, Loki’ you keened as he began thrusting his hips at the loss of contact from your hot mouth, ‘I want to hear you say my name when you come inside me, I want everyone to know who owns you – who brings you so much pleasure…’, he cried out as your mouth enveloped him again, letting him thrust his length down your waiting throat as his cock twitched with desperation to release. Hmm? you hummed, and he voiced his understanding, his knees bent slightly at the pressure of his impending climax, dents appearing in the bars which he restrained himself to as he fought against the coming tide.

‘Fuckkkk’, he moaned as he threw his head back to the ceiling, eyes screwed shut in delirious pleasure as his orgasm ripped through him, your name thundering from his throat like a battle-cry as he released his hot seed ferociously into your insatiable mouth wrapped around his shaft, shuddering as he felt you suck him dry, swallowing all he had to give.

‘Everyone OK in there?! Don’t worry, we’ll have you out in a jiff-’, a voice penetrated the elevator as the ceiling hatch slid open, Steve’s alarmed face appearing at the gap, followed quickly by Natasha’s.

‘I fucking told you!’, she slapped Steve’s arm as he scowled at the scene below, Loki braced against the wall of the elevator panting heavily with you lapping at his cock. The hatch slid back over as quickly as it had been released, the unexpected voyeurs not wanting to stick around now the ‘emergency’ had been identified. Natasha had better things to do, like tell everyone what she’d just seen...and heard.

‘Well,’ Loki panted as he pulled up his trousers in one swift movement, ‘it seems that you got your wish…’, he gestured to the ceiling, ‘within ten minutes, everyone will know about us’.

You shook your head as you pressed the emergency stop button again and the elevator resumed it’s rise, ‘everyone will know you belong to me...hmm, yes I can live with that’, you smirked.

‘You’ll pay for that, love’; two arms snaked around your waist, drawing you back in to his firm chest, his face burying in your neck. His lips travelled up your neckline, sucking on your earlobe as you melted into his dirty whispers, ‘...when we reach my rooms, I’m going to make you come so devastatingly that the entire city knows it’s the god of mischief between your legs tonight, making you scream...’

You absorbed his words, the walls of your core clenching as you tingled with anticipation of relief, ‘..well if you really want to even the scoreboard Loki, you’ll need to try and do it at least twice. Think you can handle that?’

‘Oh come now, don’t insult us both by pretending you don’t become a writhing mess underneath my tongue’, he pushed you gently out of the opening doors as you walked in quick silence towards his apartment, your pace matching your desperation to feel his passionate kisses against your needy cunt.

‘Now get inside...and no more mischief from that pretty mouth of yours...not tonight’, he looked down at you, daring you to defy him with his velvet tones, a twinkle in his eye as his door clicked open at his touch, ‘darling’, he growled, ‘don’t make me ask again’.  

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[lady-rose-moon]

Your Grace

Warnings: character death, smut, Loki is a sexy beast, duh

A/N: soooo... I kind of loved this story, I had to come back and give it a part two! I love Will so much, he is innocent in my eyes and yet, I wanted to explore a more

Summary: after Will's passing, you finally move back to Asgard and you are called to the palace to meet the King.

Part One { Part Two

The silent prayers had become all but extinct now. The mortal's lives were feeble, you knew that, but Will? It had been agony to watch him grow old and soon pass. You had left Aldwinter with him, travelled across England and even visited France but his years were limited and yours were limitless.

Seeing the greys appear in his hair killed you. He stood in front of the mirror, examining them with curiosity, pulling out one of them and presenting it to you with a smile, "I am growing wiser, Y/N."

You held a smile on your face as you walked over to him and cupped his cheek, watching him lean into it with a smile. "You're growing wise indeed, my husband," you whispered, resting your forehead on his and he held your waist delicately. Sniffling, you looked into his eyes and whispered, "my wise vicar, will we spend today in bed or doing something productive?"

Will smirked as he looked into your eyes before pulling you up into his arms and walking to the bed, slamming the bathroom door shut with his foot. He threw you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, peppering kisses on your neck as you giggled and moaned.

Standing in front of Will's grave outside of the home you had shared for the remaining fifty years of his life, you sniffled and made forget-me-nots appear against the stone. A lone tear dripped down your cheek as you leaned forward, pressing your lips to the stone and releasing a shuddering sob.

Your love for the beloved vicar was strong. You had married him and you both were incredibly happy. It had taken Will two years to propose but when he did, he made sure to make it the most special day that you had ever experienced up until your wedding day. His innocent smile when you said yes, the joy you saw when he first saw you walk down that aisle, the love in his eyes that melted into sadness along with you when you found out that you could never get pregnant. Still, Will decided to live in the now and made your childless lives much more entertaining.

Will had decided to take you all around England and even France during his life, going away to different places every other week until Will could barely walk as he approached his seventy-seventh birthday. Even in his old age, your feelings for him never dwindled. He still had that spark in his eye that he had the day that you came into his life and it made you smile when you remembered it. 

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There had been an incident in Will’s 40s that made you question if he truly wanted you or not. It involved Cora Seaborne and her quest to understand the myth of the Essex Serpent. Throughout her stay in Aldwinter, you saw that Will was spending more time with her and that Cora had been, unknowingly, praying to you for a chance to even just kiss your husband. You listened out for Will’s prayer for the same but found none. 

When Will returned home that night, the candles were out and the fireplace burning and dinner unmade. Will tilted his head curiously at the odd change. You were never late for dinner, you always prepared the best meals on the days when it was your turn to cook! 

“Darling?” the vicar called out into the dim house, the crackling of the fire unsettling him for a reason he didn’t want to know. He walked around the dark house but found no traces that you had moved around today. Sighing, Will trudged upstairs and found you sitting on the bed with your pillow cuddled to your chest. “Darling,” Will purred, walking over to you with a smile, kneeling beside you, “what is the matter, my love?”

You sniffled and turned your head away from him, cuddling your pillow tighter to your chest, “I don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Cora?”

“Cora?” Will asked in shock, his brows furrowing as he ignored the ache in his knees as he cupped your elbows and brought himself up onto one knee while keeping eye contact with you, “why would I ask Cora?”

You scoffed and glared down at him but froze when you saw complete confusion. Did he not want to throw you away in favour of Cora? “Because she prayed to me today,” you admitted, watching Will tense and realisation hit, “she doesn’t know I’m me but she prayed to me to have a chance to kiss you or sleep with you. She felt guilty about it but she wanted it. I was thinking you wanted it too but didn’t pray to me.”

“I could never want anyone other than you, Y/N!” Will protested, looking up into your eyes desperately, “surely you know that! I’ve been married to you for twenty years, darling… I wouldn’t just throw that away!”

You sobbed and dropped to the floor, encasing him in a warm hug and kissing his cheek as you sniffled. “Imagine,” you whispered with a shaky laugh, “I’m jealous.”

Will laughed and rubbed your back, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “not to worry, darling, you’re the only woman that can bring me to my knees.”

After all of that, after the monster was revealed to be a whale beached in the marshes, everyone moved on, especially Cora. Later on, you heard her prayers to lay with one of her friends and you answered all of them, allowing her a happy life. Will never asked about her, only ever sat beside you and appreciated your beauty and your intelligence as he read to you. 

As Will got to his sixties, he began asking why you were staying with him since he was getting older now and less attractive. Every time he asked, you clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, grabbing his hands and kissing them gently as you whispered, “to me, you look no less than thirty-three, my dear.” He blushed every time and you loved it. 

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The day that Will passed, it had been raining and thunder was raging. You sniffled as you held him in your arms, whispering memories to him as his heartbeat became few and far between. In his last three years, Will had developed dementia and seemed to only remember the first ten years of your life together so you reminded him regularly of the years after that. In his final seconds, you gently ran your nails through his thin hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead while whispering, “you can rest now…”

With that, Will’s eyes closed and you were left alone with his once vibrant, young body now aged and empty. You succumbed to the sob bubbling in your throat and you held his body close to you as you sobbed. “I’ll always love you… I’ll always love you, Will, I promise… Thank you for loving me…”

You had decided to stay in Will’s home, full of his little trinkets and books that had been taken out of circulation years after his death. You had posed as your daughter and then her daughter to keep the villagers blissfully ignorant of your status as an immortal. The house was stranger without Will but you never remarried. 

You answered prayers from inside the walls of the home you made with Will, surrounded by his books and trinkets you had picked up throughout your travels. After you stayed in that house for sixty-eight more years, you finally resolved to leaving the house and burning it to the ground, unable to bring yourself to sell it to anyone else. Taking one last look at Will’s grave, you looked up at the sky and called the Bifrost with his trinkets safely hidden in your pocket dimension.

Stepping out into the Bifrost Observatory, you looked behind you as you watched the beam disappear and you hung your head, realising your life on Midgard was gone. Glancing up at Heimdall, you smiled sadly, “good to see you again, old friend.”

“You look sad, Lady Y/N,” Heimdall commented, frowning as he saw a tear drip down your cheek. He had seen all of your time spent on Midgard, the hundred years it took you to finally move on from your grief. Still, he regained his posture and looked over to the palace, “Prince Loki seems to have returned. He, too, is sad.”

You sighed and faked a laugh, “guess he lost someone dear to him too.”

“Indeed,” Heimdall responded with a deep sigh before gesturing to the exit, “your horse is awaiting you.”

You eyed Heimdall for a minute because of his comment about Prince Loki before walking to the exit and bowing to him in the entrance before mounting your mare and heading into the city. From the city, you took a detour to the house that you had left almost a hundred and twenty years ago. When you arrived, you sighed and took down the protective barrier and walked up to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside. With a sudden wave of emotion, you realised that this place didn’t feel like home anymore, Aldwinter felt like home, it was where Will was buried. 

Sighing, you dropped onto your sofa and looked up at the ceiling, casting an illusion to bring forth one of your many memories with Will. 

You stormed through the door and slammed the door, bolting the door and toeing off your shoes, hanging up your travel coat and stomping into the kitchen. You saw Will looking through a cookbook before lifting his head to smile at you. “Oh, hello darling,” he greeted with a smile before frowning when you didn’t answer, “are you alright?”

“Kneel,” you demanded, watching his eyes widened and he quickly sank to his knees. You strode over to him and grabbed his chin, glaring down at him, “will you be my good boy tonight?”

Eagerly, Will nodded and his hand gently caressed your thigh, massaging your muscles and keeping his eyes locked on yours as he did. You sighed in relief and your eyes fluttered shut, a sign for him to continue. He gently moved onto your other thigh and gently massages the muscle, pressing a gentle kiss to your thigh as he did before he started to massage your calves. 

“Enough,” you whispered after a while and Will pulled back, his hands resting easily on his lap as he looked up at you, waiting for what followed. “Will you do as I say, pretty sinner?”

Will nodded eagerly and smiled up at you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt for years for you, his body was ageing but his love for you never waned. “I will do whatever you ask of me, my Goddess,” he whispered with a gentle smile.

You hummed and ran your fingers through his hair, watching him lean into your touch and smile happily at the contact. “Will you fuck me?” you whispered to him, watching his eyes shoot up to meet yours, “will you make me forget about today?”

“Of course,” Will whispered quickly, standing up and guiding you to the bedroom. As he closed the door behind you, he gently held your hand and led you to the bed, pushing you down onto the fur pelt and soft mattress. Your hair splayed out, surrounding your head like a crown that Will swore he would never forget. 

Quickly getting to work, he latched his lips to yours in an intimate kiss, his hands wandering down your body and removing your clothes as they did. Your hands made quick work of his shirt and pants, throwing them in a corner to be picked up whenever but when you both were finally free and he sunk his cock into you, all problems disappeared. 

Will moaned as he bottomed out, his head falling into the crook of your neck as his hips thrust forward unconsciously, making you scream in pleasure and wrap your legs around his legs. Groaning, he pulled out to the tip before sinking back in and listening to your delighted moan at the motion so he did it again and again, picking up the pace until he was pounding into you, his hips slapping against yours as you both moaned in unison. 

You gripped the sheets beside your head and moaned aloud at the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim over and over again. His godly sculpted body was shining with sweat as he reached down to circle your clit, listening to your delicate moans as he continued to thrust into you right into your favourite spot inside you that made you see stars. 

With a gasp, you came together and shared a kiss as you both came down from your highs.

A knock on your door pulled you away from the illusion and made it disappear. Startled, you headed over to the door and opened the door after checking that you were looking presentable and you were shocked to see three Einherjar on your doorstep.

“How can I help you?” you asked, nervously playing with the hem of your sleeve as the men looked down at you.

“Y/N, Goddess of Sex,” the guard began, looking you in your eye before continuing, “the King requests your presence in the throne room. We are here to escort you.”

You stared at them in shock. The King wanted to see you? King Odin Allfather? You hadn’t met with him since you departed from the court before you met Will! What could he possibly want with you? Nodding, you walked out of your house and locked the door before mounting your horse and following the guards.

You were glad that they took a detour away from the main streets, you didn’t want anyone to see the Goddess of Sex being escorted into the castle to likely lose her title for marrying a mortal. Once you arrived in the palace, you dismounted your horse and one of the Einherjar remained behind to put her in the stalls. So here you were, progressing through the halls of Asgard’s palace with two Einherjar. 

Once you reached the decorated doors of the throne room, you were shaking like a leaf but you steeled yourself and raised your back, placing a mask of indifference on before striding inside flanked by the guards.

The man sitting on the throne was not Odin, however, it was his second son; Loki. His hair was short and slicked back making his jaw look sharper and highlighting his sharp cheekbones, he looked oddly familiar to you as more than just the Asgardian Prince should but you couldn’t put your finger on it. 

Your eyes gazed lower and you bit your lip when you saw his spread legs, bringing your eyes to instinctively land on his luscious thighs. They were spread wide open, accentuating the power that he held as he glared down at you from the throne.

“Goddess of Sex,” he began and your unconscious mind picked up the familiarity you felt towards this man. His voice was like honey but mixed with a sense of dread, a dark undertone that caused you to press your legs together. 

Dropping to your knee, you gazed up at the temporary King, “Your Majesty. It is an honour to meet you.”

"Have I met you before, Goddess?" the God asked, his emerald eyes glistening as he glared down at you, trying to discern if you were truly familiar or if it was just because of your paintings and temple, “I have a feeling we have met before.”

"I have been in court, your grace," you mumbled, not looking up from the golden floor as you knelt before the temporary King. You heard him hum and the sound went straight to your needy cunt, despite your horror at that revelation. You hadn’t had anyone since Will died, you didn’t want anyone other than Will! Even if your body was a traitor, you would not succumb to primal needs even if you were the Goddess of Sex. 

"There's something else. Something I can almost put my finger on... I know you," Loki leaned forward, taking in your kneeling form when realisation shot through him. Flashes of a life that he had forgotten entered his mind. Memories of himself being a vicar in a small town, of his life married to the Goddess of Sex, his life with you. He stayed staring at you in wonder for so long that he saw you become uncomfortable.

"Your grace?" you whispered, unsettled by how Loki’s eyes glossed over with tears. He looked tired all of a sudden, burdened with something that he hadn’t shown to anyone else. 

That was when you heard it again, your first silent prayer for the first time in seventy years. Since Will prayed to you that even in his dying days, you would never leave his side until it was over. 

"Oh little goddess, how odd it is to see you kneel before me when I used to be the one kneeling for you," he whispered, a vulnerability in his eye as he stared at you.

Your mind whirred in confusion before you raised your head to meet his eye, "Will...?"

Loki smiled and stood from the throne, descending the steps to stand before your kneeling form. He saw the tears forming in your eyes and his smile faded into a frown as he placed Gungnir on the ground and dropped to his knees in front of you, watching your disbelieving eyes study every movement he made.

“So… is this… was this all just a game…?” you whispered brokenly, flinching away from the God in front of you as he reached out to hold you. You looked at the golden stone floor in front of you as you tried to process this new reveal. “After you faked your death did you come back here and laugh over a good glass of mead? Did you even think of me?” You asked brokenly, sniffling and rolling his wedding ring on your necklace between your fingers.

“It wasn’t a game. Believe me, my sweet Goddess, after I died down there I woke up here with no memory of what happened. I lost seventy years of my memory and I did not know why,” he whispered, reaching out to cup your cheek and his frown deepened when you yet again flinched away, “but when you walked into this throne room, I started hearing things… started seeing memories that I thought weren’t mine…”

You shuddered softly as your eyes met his and your hands slowly reached up to cup his face and you tilted your head curiously when he leaned into the affection with a pleased sigh. His eyes fluttered shut, his shoulders relaxed and the tension in the room dissipated as if he had been waiting for the moment that he would be held by you. 

“What did I say to Will about religion the day we met?” you asked, watching as Loki’s eyes slowly opened and he released a small whine. 

“You told me that there was more than one God and one was smiling down on me,” he whispered lightly, eagerly chasing your comforting hands as you pulled back slightly in shock. “You found me in the church after a sermon in a… compromising… situation…”

You giggled and pressed your lips to the bridge of his nose, feeling the relief of having your husband back. “Did you ever feel empty after that?” you asked shyly, watching as Loki’s eyes flitted around before he sighed and nodded. 

“I felt alone the moment that I woke up in my bed… I felt as if I was somewhere I had no right to be, I felt like I had left someone behind and needed to get back to them but… mother told me I had been hit by a Bilgesnipe and had been in a coma for 77 years to heal…” Loki whispered, tears flowing easily into the palms of your hands. 

“I understand,” you whispered, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb and kissing his nose, “I mourned you, Loki… I stayed in our house for years after your death. I only just came home.”

“I know,” Loki whispered, his hands reaching out to pull you closer to him, “I never wanted to leave you alone, believe me. I remember that in my final moments, you held me in your arms and scratched my scalp… it felt like home… I felt so at home with you.”

You sniffled and nodded before rising to your feet and helping him stand. Once he was standing again, you rested one of your hands on his hip and then another on his cheek and you grinned when he leaned eagerly into your touch.

Loki stared into your eyes, unable to decide if what he was seeing was truly you or if he was just having one of those dreams that he would forget about once he awoke. Eagerly, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, feeling you melt into him immediately and kiss him back.

As quick as the kiss began, you put an end to it and smiled lovingly at him before smirking at him and whispering, "kneel."

Loki gasped as he dropped to his knees before you, the glimmer in his eyes reflecting that of the innocent vicar you had caught in the throes of pleasure with your coat up to his nose. You gently held his chin and watched his innocent eyes flit between the thumb pressed to his chin and the darkness swirling in your eyes.

"I am your King," Loki whispered, keeping his eyes locked on yours now as you hummed and he whined at his straining length beneath the leathers of his trousers. "You should obey your King, not vice versa."

You giggled and tightened your grip on his chin. "Funny," you whispered, watching as his chest hitched with the sultry tone you laced in, "you had no problem submitting to me every time I commanded last time."

The pressure building in Loki’s abdomen became almost too much to bear and he gasped when your boot made contact with his clothed cock and he released a loud groan at the touch, his hips jutting out against your boot. You cooed down at him, running your fingers through his silky hair as he continued to grind down onto your boot. 

“Stop,” you commanded, watching Loki whine and his hips quickly ceased their movement. You smiled down at him and gently ran your fingers down his cheek, your heart fluttering at how easily his eyes slipped closed and he sighed in relief. “Where are your chambers, handsome?” you asked softly and Loki quickly whirled his fingers, teleporting the both of you to his chambers.

Loki seemed to gain confidence once in the comfort of his chambers, pulling you in from the waist and dissolving your skirts in a flash of green before latching his mouth onto your dripping cunt. You gasped in surprise and held his silky hair, your head falling backwards in relief as his expert tongue lapped over your sensitive folds. The God of Mischief smirked as his fingers dug into your skin and he devoured your glistening pussy like a man starved.

“Mmmh Loki…” you whispered, bliss clouding your mind as Loki continued to feast on you, his moans following yours as one of his fingers pushed into your awaiting entrance and you moaned in delight, your fingers tightening in his hair as you got closer to the edge.

However, getting to the edge was what woke you up and you growled as you pulled him away from your needy cunt. “Naughty boy,” you breathed through heavy pants, watching as a smirk broke out across his lips. 

“I am the God of Mischief, dear,” Loki returned, his eyes flitting up to yours as lust and desire swirled in them. His hands gently caressed your thighs and he sighed, “doesn’t it hurt? Don’t you want to be dominated for once? Explore how I felt before?”

Your breath hitched as you stared up at him before you smiled and backed up onto his bed, the back of your legs hitting the edge of the bed before you fell backwards onto the soft mattress below you. Loki grinned and followed you, standing between your legs as he began to take off his armour with his seiðr. Your eyes raked over his nude body hungrily, watching his muscles dip and the curve of his hips sway as he rested his hands on them. 

“Do you wish to know something strange, my lady?” Loki purred, one knee resting between your legs as he towered over your form, hands pressing yours above your head. 

You gasped as his thigh made contact with your core and you stared up into his green eyes without hesitation. “Tell me,” you whispered eagerly, your pussy clenching as Loki chuckled and his lips parted for his tongue to wet them. 

“When I awoke from that coma, I could never even imagine touching another woman. I found it odd, I know the deepest desires of a woman’s heart and I can bring them forth,” his tone was deep, filled with lust and happiness, “but I could never act upon that knowledge. My body never reacted to the stimuli of a woman grazing my thigh, of their touch on my arm, nor even brazenly grasping my cock. Now I realise… it was because of you.”

You sat up on your elbows and raised an eyebrow, “me? What about me?”

“I married the Goddess of Sex! I became addicted to the power you give off all the time thanks to that title and even when I woke up as Loki, I was still addicted! Even in my subconscious, you were all I needed,” the King whispered, his eyes wide and vulnerable, the twinkle in his eyes that you had adored for fifty years as Will made you melt and you pulled him down into a sweet kiss.

Loki moaned into the kiss, holding the back of your neck gently and pressing himself against you as he lined himself up to your entrance and slowly pushed inside. The both of you moaned in unison as the electricity ran through you, welcoming you back into the world of addicting sex. Loki’s hips snapped into yours and your head rolled back as you released a filthy moan into the expanse of his chambers. Loki cooed at you and started to create a rhythm, pounding into you hard but also taking note of your little cues for him to increase his speed. 

You keened as Loki hit that good spot inside of you and your toes curled, a whine escaping your parted lips as Loki’s eyes focused on yours. 

Loki gasped as he began to go faster, urgency digging into his every move as your warmth wrapped around him and he reclaimed what was his. “That’s it,” he praised, his hips slapping against yours as he sat up on his knees to fuck you properly, “be my good Goddess and moan for your King!”

Your lips parted and you took in a deep breath, remembering that oxygen was the main source of life before it was ripped out of your lungs as a powerful moan in reaction to Loki beginning to circle your clit. You gasped and rolled your hips against his, feeling the charge of magic in the room as you both lost yourselves in the throes of pleasure. 

“L-Loki… Loki, Loki, Loki!” you called, unable to form any coherent sentences past your lovers name. Loki smirked as he began to circle your clit faster, his thrusts began to go deeper and his free hand snaked peacefully around your throat.

“Shhh… I know, baby, I know,” Loki soothed, feeling the slow pulse of your walls around him give away your impending orgasm and he was sure as Hel going to get you there. “Just let daddy do the work,” he whispered, feeling your walls gush around him at the name he used and he smirked as he increased the pace of his thrusts inside you.

Drunk on the pleasure of his cock and fingers, you moaned shamelessly and your hands gripped onto the pillows beside your head. There was a slight tingle in your toes that soon rushed through your body as one of the most powerful orgasms that you had ever felt. Your reaction, in Loki’s opinion, was beautiful and so attractive. Your back arched off the bed, your brows furrowed, your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets beside your head and your cunt clenched wonderfully around his cock, bringing him into his own orgasm that made him cry out in pleasure as ropes of cum filled you up.

Slumping back down against the sheets, you blindly reached for him while whispering, “Will… Will…?”

Loki’s heart softened as he smiled and laid beside you, slowly pulling out of you and conjuring a wet towel to clean you up, listening to your whines of pain and comforting you with a gentle kiss to your forehead. He knew you were in pain, you had spent the last twenty years of his life without sex and after that he didn’t think you slept with anybody else. You snuggled into his chest and sighed contentedly.

“I love you, Mr Ransome,” you whispered automatically, a habit you didn’t realise you hadn’t broken after Will’s death.

Chuckling, Loki ran a hand down your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he whispered, “I love you too, Mrs Ransome.”

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The New King

Part two

Note:part one is here.

There will be a part three.

Summary: Loki wins the New York battle and becomes the king. He wants to play with his newest toy.

He looked back at her as the guard started to touch her.

"Oh! Don't worry, pet. He's just going to do what I tell him to."

He smiled seductively.

"He will punish you now."

"And you...are going to enjoy it." He whispered that last part to her while she felt the guard's hands on her body. 

"The best part is... you don't even know what you have done wrong." He whispered seductively in her ear.

He watched closely and nodded to the guard to be more rough with her. He seemed pleased by her submission and how she was letting the guard take advantage of her to punish her for God knows what. 

"Yes, guard. You are doing a great job." He nodded again, this time for the guard to be even more rough, and touched her with a firm, tight grip.

She felt so shy and vulnerable as the guard touched her. She didn't want to admit that it actually felt good. 

Loki went back to his throne, he was watching them eagerly. The guard was cupping her breasts roughly, her breasts were a little sore now. Loki became more and more excited each time he saw her, yelped from the pain. 

The god of mischief chuckled from his throne as he watched the guard's hands ran up and down her body like a hungry beast, his lips formed a pleased smile.

"Remember, you are not allowed to do anything else without my permission." 

Loki warned the guard.  

One of the guard's hand wrapped around her neck as the other went to her thigh. He waited for the King's permission to continue. 

He watched her squirm and moan with every touch her body received under the guard's hands, licking his lips and grinning. He motioned his hand and gave him the permission. The guard fondled her thigh and squeezed her neck a little. 

He smirked and grinned even more as he watched her squirm and whine from the guard's actions.

"Oh, yes...yes guard, yes. I can see you love her. You love to touch the body of a mortal woman." He put his hands on the armrest of his throne in delight.

"Keep going, guard. Do you feel the way her muscles tighten when you touch her, her body trembling and her skin all rosy? Go harder, and don't hold yourself back. She needs to learn her place tonight." He grinned.

The guard's hand was so close to her dripping sex, he wanted to touch her there, but Loki gave him a warning look. The guard pulled his hands off and got back to her nipples. 

"Please, stop this." She pleaded.

That was all Loki wanted, he wanted to make her beg.

"Oh, pet, if you beg more I might consider it."

He looked at her hungrily and smirked. 

"Beg. Beg me. Beg like the mortal woman you are. Beg me to save you."

He said mischievously, smiling at her with a wink.

She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please..."

The god of mischief couldn't help but laugh at her begging. He looked over to the guard; a signal for him to continue.

"Please, please, please, please...be merciful to me..."

He walked over to her, caressed her cheek softy and snaped his fingers, a green smoke appeared, the guards vanished.

She let out a relived sigh. 

"Oh my dear, it was all a ruse. I was testing you...your loyalty, your commitment to me. Do you really thought I let another man touch you?" He said softly. 

She looked at him with awe," I don't understand."

"Such a cute, silly little girl... It was just an illusion created by me." The god explained.

" I am the god of mischief, what do you expect?" He brushed her cheek.

"You've done well, petal. You are a good girl, and I am very proud of you." He smirked seductively and brushed her hair to the side.

He picked her up and carried her to his chamber. He set her down on a bed and started to look at her in admiration.

Loki took his cape off and cast it in the corner of the room. He looked up and down.

"You have beautiful eyes..."

He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately.

"Now, I believe it's training time". He touched her cheek.

He grinned and pushed her on the bed before climbing on top of her and kissing her again, nibbled her lobe.

The god of mischief pulled her close and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear as he nibbled her neck again. "I knew you would be trouble for me. I am going to enjoy owning you. You're mine now, to be used however I wish. There is no one, and I mean no one, who can escape my grasp. I'll have my way with you, all night..."

He leaned in closer, stroked her hair,

"Promise me, My Toy, that you will give in...completely to me. That you surrender your body...and your mind...to me." He gave the sweetest grin.

"I want you to give me permission...to use you as I desire." He stroked her cheek.

"Do you promise me that, My Toy?" He licked his lips and looked at her with lust and anticipation.

"Yes, I promise, Master. I surrender to you completely. My body is yours to do with as you see fit."

Her words were so seductive and Loki just couldn’t resist the way she seduced him, she looked at him with excitement and anticipation; a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

He grinned and kissed her deeply, running his hands over her body, gently rubbing at her thighs and stomach.

"You can have me all night, if you want." She said, grinning and biting her lips a little. 

He grinned, "Good, My Toy. You're getting into the spirit. "

He whispered seductively.

"Now, we start your training. I'll be teaching you in lots of...intimate ways." He touched her stomach gently.

"Now, let us get started."

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her again, exploring her mouth with his tongue. 

She gasped slightly as his lips touched hers once more, and she closed her eyes, letting the passion wash over her. As they continued kissing, she felt his hands explore her body, touching and caressing her in places she never knew she could feel such sensations before. She felt every nerve in her body come alive, and her mind became filled with nothing but Loki.

Loki stopped kissing for a moment and looked at her with a smirk. He pulled her close again and nibbled on the tip of her ear. As he speaks, his breath tickled her ear.

"You are learning the rules quite quickly, My little courtesan."

Her cheeks were burning with his touch and kisses, her skin all rosy and her body trembling with excitement.

"Mmm..."she let out a soft moan and her body felt like it was on fire. She was all his, and he was enjoying every instant of her surrender and submission.

Loki moved up her body and pressed his lips to her jaw, working his way lower until his lips were hovering over her shoulder, kissing and biting her shoulders leaving love marks on her body. He went down to her breasts, stroking them softly with his lips,then started to play with her nipples with his tongue. 

She was squirming under him.  

A grin spread across his face as her reactions were music to his ears. Loki nibbled on her breasts, teasing her and enjoying her responses, she felt his touch explore her body, biting her with just the right amount of pressure, her fingernails dig into the mattress. 

He licked the sweat from her neck, then took her ear in his mouth and sucked gently. As his lips left her ear, he whispered seductively into her ear.

"Do you find this pleasurable, little human?" He looked at her with a smirk, and raised her chin to look at him in the eye. He whispered seductively, "You know, you're becoming quite good at this.

Loki gave her a kiss on the forehead and then took his shirt off.

She looked at him in awe as she saw his bare chest, she wanted to touch him, but she waited for him to let her. 

"Oh, Master, you're... you're beautiful." She whispered.

He chuckled lightly and looked at her with pleasure. She's already being trained to compliment the god of mischief, "Thank you, my little toy." He smiled seductively as he looked at her. He stretched his arms out and looked at her, waiting for her to come to him.

"Well, my beautiful little girl. What are you waiting for? "He chuckled again, amused by her waiting for permission.

"Come here, my little pet, let me show you the world of pleasure." He grinned and motioned for her to come to him.

A smile appeared on his face as he felt her hands sliding along his muscles and caressing his body.

"Mmmm... yes, that's a good girl." He said seductively in her ear as he holds her tightly, she could feel his strong and muscular arms, his skin warming her up.

She continued touching his muscular chest. 

His muscles tensed up as her touch on him sent thrills down his body. "Ahhh, you do know how to tease, little one, I see." He smirked in amusement. He pulled her closer. "Go on... explore me." His voice was full of lust. She could even feel his hard shaft pressing against her stomach. 

She kissed his chest softly.

He shivered slightly as her lips touched his chest, and chuckled softly.

"My little minx, you are doing a wonderful job. "

He closed his eyes, and titled his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling.

"That's a good girl, My Toy. Keep doing that, and you'll feel my reward." He smirked seductively at her as his arms wrap around her even tighter.

Her lips were leaving a trail on his chest. Then she moved to his neck, kissing him there.Her nipples were stimulated by his strong muscles from the way he was holding her into his arms. She moaned into his neck. He felt her warm breath against his skin.

His arms held her tighter as he listened to her soft moans. He chuckled deeply. He couldn't help himself, his body was enjoying hers thoroughly. He felt as if he was a magnet, and she was his metal.

Loki couldn't help but kiss her neck and nibble on her shoulder in return. As he does, he whispered seductively in her ear.

"Oh, my little one...if you continue like this, do you know what will happen?" 

He licked his lips, and looked at her seductively in the eye.

She gave him an innocent look and teased. "What will happen, Master?"

He grinned at her as his face comes slightly closer to hers, "Oh, you little minx. If you play with the fire, it will burn you. What do you expect me to do about this?" He glowered, "teasing me like a little minx, and I know you won't stop until you get what you want." He slid his hands through her thighs in an intimate way.

He let go of her and laid down on the bed, his eyes full of lust and anticipation.

"I think we've talked enough and I think you are ready to begin your lessons. Now, sit on me." He grinned.

"I think this is a good exercise for you...to learn to climb onto someone."

He laid back, with his arms back, as if he is relaxed, as he smiled up at her. 

Her face reddened slightly as she looked down at him. With a smile, she straddled him with her knees and sat on his stomach. Her arms were on his shoulders. He watched her face as she started at him, a smile formed on his face.

"You've had enough conversations for tonight, My Toy. Now it's time for us to engage in physical lessons." He lifted his arm to touch her hair, and whispered to her, "This is the perfect position to learn how to straddle a man." He smirked 

"But you are doing this wrong, my little toy."  He pointed at his crotch, to let her know where to sit.

"You shall not be sitting like a lady would. You shall be straddling me like the toy you are." He said mischievously. 

"You see, My Toy, I want you to get used to this position. I want you to get used to straddling me, to get used to feeling my body under you." He caressed her cheek.

 She smiled and scooted down on his thighs until she is straddling him properly. She grinned as she felt him beneath her, she was gushing now. 

"Oh, My Toy. You've become a quick learner." He said seductively and brushed her hair out of her eyes with his fingers, so he could see her. Her cheeks were so red and he loved that.

"Now that's more like it." He smiled and licked his lips in anticipation.

He ran his hand slowly up her leg with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, my little plaything. Do you feel it, My Toy? Do you feel my cock beneath you?" He leaned in closer and looked at her with a slight grin, "It feels good, doesn't it? Having this big cock and underneath you." He whispered seductively in her ear as his hand continued to run up her leg.

"Yes" She sighed.

He snapped his fingers and the rest of their clothing vanished. She gasped at the feeling of his hard cock bare beneath her wet entrance.

Loki could feel her hot core against his shaft, and how wet she was for him. His cock twitched under her and they both gasped. 

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[peachyjinx]

Final Chapter, y'all!

Holding Back [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader]

Relationship: Loki x Female Reader

Summary: You are a new mutant recruit in training with the Avengers, and Loki is brought in to teach you how to use your powers.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Eventual smut

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Chapter 8:

The Beginning

Word count: 3,306

Summary: You and Loki fight and make up

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Dom!Loki, rough sex, oral (F receiving), choking, mild bondage

You feel your embarrassment quickly shift into fury as you grab Loki by the wrist and pull him away from the kitchen, ignoring all the eyes on you. 

 "Apologies for our abrupt exit. A good evening to all," Loki smiles devilishly and mock salutes Steve before turning and following you out of the kitchen. 

You are fuming but do not speak or look at Loki as you stomp in your heels towards the elevators. Arms crossed, you glare at the ground while he casually leans against the wall. What is it about him that he can’t stop pissing you off intentionally??

Neither of you say a word until you get into your room. You slam the door as you walk inside, getting into Loki’s personal space when he walks in behind you.  

"Loki, I asked you to keep this a secret! Why THE HELL would you do that??!”, you yell at him, your rage erupting. You are laser focused on him, your pent up sexual frustration and anger consuming you.

Loki stares hard back at you, "I did not appreciate the way Rogers looked at you. He may appear to be chaste in his demeanor, but I know a man with lust on his mind.”

"OHMYGOD Are you jealous??! Nothing has ever happened between me and Steve, this is ridiculous!" 

Loki looks away and runs his fingers through his dark hair while he walks further into your living quarters. 

"Loki, don't you understand that it should be my choice, too? We agreed that we would not say anything! These people are my bosses and my landlords, and I didn't want to piss them off by advertising that I’m fucking their former enemy!", you throw your arms in the air, exasperated by Loki’s antics. 

“I know you don’t care if people don’t trust you, but I do!,” you look at Loki with scorn as he turns to meet your eyes. 

 A dark look falls over the prince's face as his expression shifts to anger and he swiftly walks towards you. His body moves in close to you, mere inches away, and you instinctively step back, your back pushing against your front door. 

"Did you not enjoy our tryst yesterday? Do you not crave me? Do you want to continue our arrangement?", Loki chides you with a mocking tone while he looks down on you, reminding you of your moment in the restaurant hallway. His dominating presence sends a shiver down your spine, your mind suddenly going blank while your cheeks heat up. 

All you can do is nod affirmatively as you look into his eyes, which are shifting chaotically through emotions, from anger to others you can’t figure out. You feel unnerved, you've never seen him like this. Normally he is in complete control, showing no emotion- but now you can't read him.  You feel yourself begin to sweat, and your heart races while you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. 

"You may work for them, but you are under my protection now. The Avengers will do nothing to you, because I will not let them,” Loki pushes his body up against yours, putting his hands against the door and caging you in. You gasp and begin breathing heavily, shocked and turned on as you feel his possessiveness. You want to protest the direction of the fight, but your body betrays you, lit up with arousal from head to toe.

"You wanted to be courted by a God. You have given yourself to me so now I will do with you what I wish. And right now I will claim you, and all of your precious Avengers will know who you belong to," Loki spits out, his eyes filled with ferocity and lust as he glares down at you.

You feel a rush between your legs and you’re overwhelmed by the desire for Loki that is flooding your body. Your head is foggy and your cunt aches, desperately needing attention.

 Loki quickly leans down and kisses you aggressively and wild, pouncing on you like a predator. He is claiming your mouth and you kiss him back urgently, your teeth clicking against each other as your tongues become enmeshed in each other’s mouths. One of Loki’s hands reaches up to your throat, gently cradling it with long fingers while a low growl escapes from his chest. His strong hips push into yours and you feel his hard cock through his tight pants. Loki’s constant teasing all night acted as foreplay, and your panties are flooded from your wetness. You reach up to his back and pull him flat against you, your body melting into his demanding embrace. 

"You are mine, are you not?,” he rolls his hip into yours, and gently squeezes your throat, staring into your eyes with hunger painted on his face.

“Y-yes Loki, I’m all yours,” you pant insistently. You give up the fight, knowing that all you truly want is to completely submit to Loki. To be the person who he takes his pleasure from, and also gives you everything you need. 

"Then you will take what I give. Right now I'm going to feast on that delicious cunt of yours. And when you scream in fits of passion, I want Steve Rogers to know who you belong to."

He removes his hand from your throat and roughly pulls your dress above your hips, and rips your panties off, throwing them to the side as if they're tissue paper. Loki kneels in front of you, throws your leg on his shoulder, and dives into your cunt like a man who is starving. You let out a high pitched gasp and grab his shoulders and he growls in response while he licks up and down your folds. Loki laps up your juices with fervor, spreading your lips and sticking his tongue in your entrance. His mouth feels heavenly on your wet, tender flesh, and you can feel the coil in your belly tighten.  

You reach down to run your hands through Loki’s hair as he ravishes you, but you feel your arms suddenly shoved upwards. You look up to see that Loki has created leather cuffs around your wrists, and bound them to a rope attached to the wall. You whine and look down at him with pitiful eyes, and he winks up at you as he plunges two of his fingers into your entrance while he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

You moan loudly, slamming your head backwards into the door, a dull pain forming at the crown of your head. You know that if someone is out in the hall, they can hear you, and the idea of someone hearing you only adds fuel to your fire. And even though he is on his knees, you know Loki’s in control and you feel blissfully helpless. 

Loki continues to pump his fingers in you, scissoring them and massaging your G spot while his thumb circles your clit. He nips and kisses at the insides of your thighs, his hot breath on your skin driving you crazy. He is roughly worshiping your cunt, all of his motions intent to show you who you belong to. You don't think you've ever been wetter, your cum dripping down your thighs, with Loki hungrily licking it up. You’re squirming, unable to grab a hold of anything, and your wrists are starting to feel sore as you pull on the rope above.

“Oh my god, Loki!”, you scream, feeling your muscles in your leg tense as your orgasm approaches.

“That’s it pet, I want to feel you spill on my tongue, show me who brings you your ultimate pleasure", Loki purrs while he looks up at you with eyes blown wide in desire. 

He begins harshly sucking on your clit as he adds a third finger to your core, fucking you faster. You close your eyes tightly, and the vulgar sounds of your gushing hole, combined with Loki’s groans as he consumes you pushes you over the edge. 

Your orgasm comes violently and you scream while your whole body tenses and shakes, overwhelming you from head to toe. Sharp pains in your wrists blossom out as your hands pull at the cuffs, your nails digging into the soft leather around them. Blood pumps loudly in your ears as you hear your heart racing, and you start to feel dizzy as you catch your breath. 

Loki does not give you time to recuperate, and stands to kiss you forcefully again. Your juices all over his face are now smearing on your lips, and you taste both of you on his hot mouth. His natural scent and cologne are overpowering now from his body radiating heat, making you feel like you’re drugged from a foreign aphrodisiac.  

“I am not done with you yet,” he smiles wickedly. The cuffs and rope disappear as Loki grabs you roughly by your hips, pushing you towards your living area. 

Loki shoves you towards the back of your couch, bending you forward, your arms bracing yourself on the cushions below. Your head is still spinning as you try to orient yourself to what's happening. You feel the air on your exposed cunt, and find yourself feeling incredibly vulnerable about the sight Loki has in front of him.

A metal click of Loki’s belt as he unbuckles himself sends a thrill through you as you take in his commanding position. Without warning, he aggressively grasps your hips and slowly pushes himself into your weeping cunt, letting out a loud groan. You feel that familiar intensity in your channel as he fills you, and you shudder. The angle sinks his large cock deep within you, making you whine when he stops moving for a moment. 

Loki takes both of your arms behind your back, his large hand grabbing both of your wrists together, making you yelp. You are restrained again, helpless to Loki's merciless attention. 

"This is what you want, right?? To be taken and claimed by a God??", Loki spits out as he grabs your shoulder with his free hand, and begins rutting into you. His pace is punishing, Loki is not restraining himself as he roughly takes you. You moan wantonly, pushing back on his unrelenting hips. 

"Oh God yesss Loki", you whine at him, your voice becoming hoarse and your eyes screwed shut as you feel his large cock plunging inside of you. 

"That's right my pet, you have been such a good girl for me so far. Do not make me punish you. Is that what you want?”, Loki asks huskily while he continues to pound into you. You feel yourself clench around him at the thought, but you feel dazed and can't articulate the answer you think he wants.

 “Ohhh….”, you moan louder. 

Loki sniggers, “Well I will forgive you for your indiscretions this time, pet, but be forewarned you will be punished for any future offenses,” he snaps his hips harder into you, making you shout out. 

Your walls are sensitive from coming earlier, and you feel a wave of ecstasy building inside again. Sweat is beading at your hairline and running down your neck, you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take.

“OH LOKI!”, you scream as his cock continues to assault your overstimulated G Spot, your sensitive walls tightening around him.

Loki’s free hand moves to your hair, his fingers threading in and firmly taking hold of it. You feel your head pulled back and the fire on your scalp as his grip tightens. 

"YES, say my name, pet! Let everyone know who's claiming you!!", Loki demands with a strained voice. His words cause the tightness in your stomach to snap, and you come undone. Loki loudly growls, your walls tightening around his cock spurring him on, pounding himself inside you harder. 

You’re a mess, strangled moans and cries filling the room with the sounds of your smacking flesh. His hands on your wrists tighten, and you can feel the circulation being cut off to your fingers. The mixture of pain and pleasure is flooding your senses, overwhelming you as Loki takes what he wants from you at a punishing pace.

His rhythm begins to falter as you begin to moan his name, writhing on his cock as he brutally claims you. Loki begins shouting curses entwined with your name, tightening his grip on your wrists and hair as his rush to finish consumes him. 

A loud primal grunt erupts from Loki as he comes inside of you, his deep voice echoing in your ears as you feel his hips stutter while he pushes himself a few more times as deep as he can go. You feel his pulsing cock inside as he cums, spilling inside of your aching cunt and making you whimper underneath of him.

Loki rests his head in between your shoulders, releasing your wrists and bracing himself on the back of the couch. The two of you are breathing loudly, spent from his vigorous fucking.  

You feel Loki's hot breath on your back, and his brow sweat drips down your shoulder blades. You feel the soft fabric of his designer sweater on your back, now soaked in both of your sweat. He kisses you in between your shoulder blades, and you move your arms back in front of you, your joints sore from being held in place.  

Loki leans back up and pulls himself out of you, putting his length back into his pants and zipping up. Panting, you slowly stand up, shaky and feeling a bit weak but tingling with pleasure all over. You’re suddenly lifted into Loki's arms, as he picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. Your eyes drift upwards to him and see that his hair is wild, the curls swirling around his head, and a sheen of sweat coats his glowing pale skin. You smile up at him through your haze, and he looks down at you and gently kisses your forehead as he drops you onto your bed. 

Loki lays down next to you, magicing his clothes off and creating a pillow next to yours as he turns on his side to face you while you quietly pant while staring at nothing on your ceiling. He gently caresses his hands down your body, ghosting his fingers over your soft curves. The two of you lay there quietly coming down from your high for a few minutes, Loki gently massaging and soothing your body with seidr where you are sore. 

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath- you feel so content, your body relaxed and not a care in the world. You didn't care if the Avengers knew about you dating, or heard everything- Loki is addictive and you don't want to hide it.

Loki lifts your wrists to examine them, and frowns a bit as he sees a slight hint of red chafing, “Are you okay? Does it hurt terribly?”. He waves his hand and a vial appears in his delicate but strong fingers. He pours a violet colored lotion out onto your wrist, and you wince a little at the cool feeling of the fluid on your hot skin. 

“No, not too bad…maybe just a little,” you look at Loki’s face, and see his eyebrows knit in concern as he massages the lotion into your wrists. 

“I really liked it though,” you softly smile at him, appreciating his care for you. The bottle disappears in green wisps of light, and you watch in awe of him. You don't think you'll get used to his casual magic use. 

“Ah, I’m glad. I may have gotten a bit carried away, but I’m pleased you enjoyed yourself. I had a feeling you would,” Loki winks at you and you softly giggle. 

You think about what he said before he roughly claimed you. You pause for a moment, wondering how to phrase your questions about your relationship. 

"Loki…", you look into his bright blue eyes, seeing the storm in them from earlier has calmed down. 

"Yes Darling?", he responds as he looks at you curiously while he gently massages your breast. 

"When you said you wanted to make me yours…does that go the other way? Does that mean you're mine, too? Like, are we dating? Are you my boyfriend or what?", you ask sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed about having to ask for clarification. 

Loki chuckles softly and leans down to press a sweet, gentle kiss on your lips, and you lazily kiss him back. 

"Yes, I am yours if you want me. You have captivated me, Y/N, and I have no intention of having relations with anyone else,” Loki replies earnestly, giving you a warm smile. You feel yourself blush at his confession, and smile while you move onto your side and cuddle closer to him. You tuck your leg in between his, and feel his warmth laced with his pine musk scent envelop you. 

“Plus, I do enjoy taunting your teammates,” Loki adds jovially, making you shake your head. You think about how just an hour ago you were in a heated fight and how quickly things changed between you two. 

“You know, you also can’t just fuck me every time I’m mad at you,” you poke your finger onto his strong chest to make a point.

“Oh is that so? I think it turned out rather well for both of us," he mischievously smirks down at you and squeezes your hip. 

You roll your eyes and open your mouth to argue, but a yawn slips out and you lift your hand up to stifle it. Exhaustion begins to set in, and you decide you don’t feel like fighting anymore, not when you have a naked Loki in bed with you.

“I hope you have no intentions of sleeping, Darling. We have an hour until midnight, and I still have to bring you to release at least three more times before then,” Loki proclaims while pulling you closer to him, his growing erection pushes up against your stomach.

You bite back a moan, and theatrically sigh, “Well, if you must, I guess I should hold you to your promise."

Loki chuckles as he dips his hand on the small of your back and runs his long finger down your spine. You feel your heartbeat pick up again, and the tiredness you felt suddenly melts away at Loki’s touches and promises. 

“And how would you like it this time, my pet? Rough? Or Soft?,” Loki purrs into your ear, and moves your hair to pepper kisses on your neck. A rush floods through you at his question, at Loki’s desire to please you. 

“Oh are you going to let me be in charge?,” you coo back at him, playing into his game, your hand reaching down to his hard cock to gently stroke it. 

“I claimed you for my own, I believe it is only fair that you are allowed to do the same,” Loki sucks at your neck now, his teeth gently scraping your skin and making you moan. You smile, thinking about his “allowing” you to be in charge. 

Both of your hands move to the back of Loki’s head, pulling him in for a kiss. You eagerly push your tongue into his mouth, moaning and whining while his large hands gently guide your body on top of his. The kiss breaks when you realize you’re straddling Loki's strong thighs, and you sit up, taking in the sight of his hard cock now flush against his stomach. His smug smile reaches his eyes, revealing his perfect teeth while he looks up at you.

“Are you ready, Loki?”, you tease him, gently thrusting your hips forward as you run your fingers down his perfectly chiseled stomach.

“Oh yes, pet. Are you?,” he sinfully responds, and you can’t hide the wide grin that spreads across your face.

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Requesting a Professor Hiddles story (you can choose what subject he's teaching) where he already has this friendly type of dynamic w/ Reader and she's nervous about finals week and he goes "Tell you what, if you ace all your exams I'll take you out to dinner. Anything you want."

…And then (surprise surprise) she wants to skip all that because she just wants him 🫠🫠

I shall leave spice level entirely up to you 😏

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Hi bestie! Thank you for requesting a Prof! Tom fic! I loved writing it!

Exam Aid (Prof! Tom Hiddleston x Student! Reader)

Summary: When finals have gotten you down, your Shakespeare professor offers some help...and motivation...

Word Count: 5939 (woof)

Warnings: Eventual Smut at the end! NSFW! (Reader is a college student ((if undergrad or graduate that's up to you)) so she's over 18. Dom! Prof Hiddles and Sub! Reader, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, doggy style, doing it in an office. It's super filthy when it gets there, so be warned), mentions of anxiety and insomnia and mental health. My Shakespeare tastes and my IRL English Major college experiences are used and referenced bc it's my indulgent fic too and I do what I want. Some hurt/comfort. Prof Hiddles being both a dom and silly goofy in one fic bc get you a man who can do both.

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 It wasn’t the actual week of finals. Oh no, you knew how the drill would go. It was the month or week before. It would be assigned. Every last essay thrown on top of you. And with professors without a touch of reality for students.

“Who the hell has time to read and finish A Tale of Two Cities in two days?!” you thought as you shoved your unabridged copy of Dickens in your bag. Promising yourself to get through as much as you can and then read the Sparknotes summary in the morning. You weren’t immune to it.

Throughout your time in college, you had many a professor. Professors came in varieties. There were creative writing professors who ranged from tiny women who would assign short stories that made no sense to blonde men with glasses and toothy grins who loved it when their male classmates wrote exploitative abuse. Mythology professors with Greek accents and tans. Then there were the mixed bag of literature professors. 

The previous professor of the literature survey for Shakespeare also taught the American Literature Survey course. He was Dr. Rutledge. He wasn’t from this year, or even this reality. Either a wise old sage or a kooky scientist from the movie. He had long, thin grey hair, and wore bow ties with black glasses and thick tweed jackets. He smiled and would speak for hours in a tone half sarcastic, half serious. You knew he would go back home and cozy up with a whole copy of Moby Dick next to a fireplace as he sipped on tea or even scotch if he was feeling adventurous. When he brought up sex and seduction with the Scarlet Letter it was the equivalent of hearing a nun confess her last orgy. 

So when you registered this year for the Shakespeare course, that was the sight you were expecting.

Since the first day in walked someone different. He may have been wearing a suit, but he definitely was not Dr. Rutledge. 

Everyone was gossiping and chattering and sipping on their iced coffees when they fell silent. Every single back stood up straighter at the sight of him. Young, tall, virile. Long, curly reddish blonde hair. A goatee and glasses to show his maturity. Sharp suits that framed every inch of his lean but fit body. Eyes and cheekbones to die for. A jaw so straight it made the men taking the class question if they were.

No introduction of “hi, I’m-” No icebreaker games. He only stepped forward, to his podium. Held onto it, everyone leaned forward. He had all of you in the palm of his hand. Then, with his clear, bright baritone voice, he spoke-

“Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York…”

His voice…something about it. So…rich…Goddammit, he picked that one, the opening speech of Richard the Third. If he picked Romeo’s balcony declaration or something like that, you would be in even more danger of falling onto the floor in a horny heap of suppressed yearning. But no…it was Richard the Third’s monolgoue. Of all the characters he was playing, of all the characters in the Shakespeare canon you could thirst after, it was fucking Richard the Third. Definitely not known as a hunk or even a likable person according to canon. 

But the way he said it- threatening, villainous even. He leaned in and confessed his true feelings about the royal family and his plot to destroy them and rule over them. You could already feel something stirring inside you. And it was eight am in the morning. 

As he finished the monologue, speaking it so naturally it was as if it were his own words, the class burst into applause.

With a casual bow, brushing his curly blonde-red hair out of his face, he introduced himself.

“Hello class- good morning. I’m your professor- Professor Hiddleston, and I will make this as fun and engaging as a morning class on Shakespeare can be.”

From then on, you enjoyed the class. You tackled it on- after all, you wanted to have some fun. You loved Shakespeare. But Professor Thomas Hiddleston…was a bonus. Thank the lord he wore suits. And if not suits, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up. He might as well as taken it off for you. 

You went through various sonnets. Then explored the poetry- Aphrodite and Lucretia. Then the plays. Even plays that the undergrads thought the most dull he made intriguing. He made everything clear with Shakespeare’s life too himself- how the Bard lost a son named Hamlet. How Shakespeare was accustomed to the great courts and low brothels Prince Hal tasted both of. 

When theatres did productions or there was the odd movie adaptation in theatres, everyone went to go see it. Then he had a showing of lesser-known film adaptations. Showing how Orson Welles framed the shot of Falstaff to make the large knight seem even larger. The Bollywood Othello where at long, long last Emilia survived and she was the one to kill Iago, much to the class’s cheering.

“Are there any other movies we should watch?” he asked.

One kid shot up and suggested Shakespeare in Love. He raised an eyebrow.

“ It was not Shakespeare’s invention to have the lovers die. Romeo and Juliet was a a known story in Elizabethan era England and everyone knew back then that the lovers died. It’s like someone just suggesting that Superman comes from another planet- we all know he does. Not  because of him having an illicit affair as his poor wife was left to raise their surviving children far off and alone!”

“What about Anonymous!?” cried one kid, trying to be cool.

He let out a deep, ragged sigh. 

“There is more than enough evidence to suggest Shakespeare wrote the plays. Every criticism says he can’t write it because he was uneducated. However, if you look, there are hysterical inaccuracies in his geography And no one questions the authorship of Maya Angelou because of her lack of formal education! Just because he was not a nobleman, does not mean he was not aware of things as you are! Every Anti-Stratfordian argument boils down to classicism.” 

It was the best class you took. Having him teach definitely helped. And he would invite people for coffee talks and of course, you would bolt to join. Yet you enjoyed it- seeing him so relaxed. Warm in his coat as everyone circled around to talk about plays they knew of but hadn’t read in this class.

“Well- all of us went through our high schools. We all read Romeo and Juliet- what do you think?” he questioned them one autumnal day. 

“They’re just brats! Ugh!” one guy snarled out.

That you couldn’t take. You set down your drink, glaring at him. 

“They’re not!” you cried out passionately.

Eyes turned forward to you. You wished youcould have slapped him, but you stopped.

“Well, Y/N…why do you think that? Why are they not brats?” the professor asked. 

“I think…the plays aren’t meant to be realistic. Of course, they fall in love immediately- so do Rosamund and Orlando but no one calls them brats! It’s not Romeo and Juliet who get everyone killed! It’s not their love that hurts anyone- it’s just the feud and Paris l thinking he is entitled to Juliet’s body after her supposed death! No one knows about them- only they, the nurse, and the priest know about it! They’re innocent! Juliet calls Romeo her ‘friend!” Her one and only friend! That’s how alone she is without him! They are just innocent victims of a greater scheme. Hamlet and Othello fall prey to their own flaws- but Romeo and Juliet are just two young kids caught in the crossfire!”

You didn’t realize how passionate you were. You felt your face get hot with embarrassment as the class gaped at you. But the Professor was nodding his head. He gave you a small smile as you sat down.

“That was…very good. Next time, use the text and a few sources, and you have yourself a good essay, Y/N,” Professor Hiddleston said.

You liked how he challenged you. He would only want you to do better. He wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass, but he would support you. You would ask after each other. He told you a bit about his life- about how much there was to grade. How he got the job. Little things- but little things only added up to how much you liked him. Even…even…no, you couldn’t you would never say it aloud. But your bedtime fantasies…you were more than mere friends…but that was only for fantasies. 

You tried to let those regular Shakespeare classes comfort you. But finals were taking a toll on your sleep, and your health. You were so wound up and stressed, trying to read and perfect essays that you had trouble going to bed. Your brain kept churning- unable to think of anything else but your work. You couldn’t realx- you worked so hard to get into this school, this degree. If you didn’t pass then…you would be a failure and all that work to go to this school would be for nothing. 

At least after a sleepless night, you had something to look forward to- to distract yourself. But even lately in those classes, you curled into yourself. The heaviness of your exhaustion and the jolt of your anxiety over finals in an unending cycle of misery. You were so…tired…and done…and drained…you knew it would pass with time…

After class, as everyone filed out, Professor Hiddleston walked over to where you slowly gathered your things. He held out a hand to you.

“What is it, Y/N? You’re usually smiling and happy here. But you seem very grave lately…has something happened?”

You shook your head.

“Not really just…finals…I want to do well. I can’t get C’s- I want to do them perfectly! I want to! I want this degree! Now I…I’m so scared of failing…I wanted this school so much, now I…I…” you began to mutter.

You felt tears wriggling out of your eyes, and your breath shook as you uselessly tried to hold them back. He handed you tissues from his coat pocket. You felt like a trashbag- crying in front of this fucking Greek God. But he looked at you kindly. You wiped your eyes. Snot threatened to release from crying and you blew your nose. Ugh, he would think you were especially gross after that. But his gentle smile did not change. You wrapped up the tissues and tossed them aside- then he handed you the little plastic package.

“Is it mansplaining if I give you some advice?” he asked.

“Oh, no…it’s not…” you said. 

“Break your studies apart, Y/N. Ten little minutes at a time. A break. Then ten more. If you take time to focus, it will help you. Or if you make it fun and play music or make little drawings, then you have a picture as well…I know it means a lot…but if you rest, you will recover…and you must think smart, not hard,” he advised.

“Okay…” you nodded.

“Y/N, there are counselors here…they will help you and you don’t have to pay anything. They; 've helped me, and so many others, they should help you…” he suggested. He got out pamphlets from a corner of his desk to give to you. 

“I’ll see one…Why are you so kind to me?” you asked impulsively, looking up.

He put his hands in his pockets, glancing down, and then back up.

“If I may be frank, you remind me so much of myself when I was a student. I had a thesis I had to write on Shakespeare’s problem plays…and it consumed me. I wish someone had given me that advice at that time-I only want you to suffer a little less. Don’t be so hard on yourself- like I was on me…”

You nodded up at him, adjusting the straps of your bag and gathering your things in your arms. 

 “And I’ll..I’ll make it fun- I’ll think of a reward for after…” you said.

He placed his hands in front of him, his lips tightening, and then in a rushed exhale, he spoke. 

“Y/N…how would you…you…you like dinner? After finals?”

You perked your head up. Was this real? You blinked at him, saying nothing.

“Y/N…make me a bet…Go to counseling, break apart your studying, get through your finals, and do as well as you can…and I will take you out to dinner, how does that sound?” he asked.

You smiled at him, your heart beating fast. But yet…you were touched. You put a hand over your chest and released an exhale.

“Professor that…that sounds wonderful…” you answered.

“Ah, excellent. Now- is that a deal?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

You gave him a smile and a small laugh.

“It’s a deal,” you replied.

You managed to get a counseling session scheduled for tomorrow. You went inside, sat, met the kind therapist, and smiled as you vented and cried out your feelings. When you went back to where you lived and spent your emotions, you crashed onto the bed. It was the best nap you had ever taken. 

You followed his advice. You broke down studying or writing essays and researching. You took more breaks. You had made flashcards with doodles for the tests and were catching on quickly. Your research was more fruitful and your essays were getting better in your eyes. You found you slept a bit better at night.

Each day as you sat in at 8 am, the Professor would smile at you and nod. You felt more like yourself again despite the looming deadlines. And they didn’t seem like a matter of life or death anymore. 

Everyone knows the week before finals are hell. To study and work so much with no time off from usual classes. But… you would still miss that 8 a.m. Shakespeare survey- and the handsome professor in his suits.

“Y/N, don’t be scared- you will be phenomenal,”  He gave you a wink that turned you into jelly.

Damn him. To think you would have dinner with him. You turned around to peek at him erasing the markerboard and glimpsing his curved bum,  how his hair curled at the back, and his broad back.

Yeah, now that was motivation to do well.

You studied and wrote with enthusiasm. You completed it all in due time. The essays were to your satisfaction.  When you settled at night, you cuddled his pillow. Remembering his smell- be it his shampoo or cologne, the mild, citrus scent. Fantasizing about him. Of dancing slowly at a formal event with you in an evening gown. Feeling his hand on your back and his head lowering down to touch your forehead. Of sharing ice cream. Being a damsel in distress for him to rescue. Then you thought of his body…. And the images changed to something naughtier. Wearing short skirts and showing up to his class. And him noticing. And lifting it up…

You conked right to sleep.

Finals week began. The entire campus knew it was stressful and went ridiculously out of their way to cheer up the students. But it was a lot of fun, you had to admit. Having dogs on campus to pet. Discounts on coffee. That Monday morning the cafeteria was packed with the free breakfast they offered. Once you brave the long lines for free food, you headed out to your first final. 

Professors, to your amusement, dotted around the campus. If they didn’t have a class to be in, they were handing little care packages while dressed in silly costumes. The sight amused you and made you smile.

Then walking up, you turned to the right and jumped at the sight with a happy, surprised gasp that became laughter. Professor Hiddleston himself wore a light, frilly tutu made for girls a quarter of his age over his pants, little costume fairy wings over his shirt,  and had a headband with little stars on top like ears. 

He turned towards you and his face turned bright pink. 

“Professor Hiddleston! What is this?!” you asked.

He opened up his arms to present his silly costume.

“We’re doing our anti-stress events! I am here to provide you with help with your stress!” he announced theatrically.

You put your hands akimbo and surveyed his costume up and down. If the class knew, they would lose it.

“And you’re doing it?!” you asked.

“Why not! I’m not a stick in the mud all the time! I can have fun!”

You laughed again.

“I should take a picture and send you to the group chat of our class!”

“I don’t see why not!”

He posed as you took a picture. 

“And how are you feeling?”

“I feel better! Much better now- I feel like I’m ready…”

“Good! It will be done soon! A bit at a time!”

He handed over a stress-free care package. Exchanging smiles, you continued by with a lighter step in your shoes. 

You went to every test outside of the pre-written essay. You knew what to do as you wrote short essays for the tests. You didn’t completely panic and wrote them as well as you could. When it came to every exam,  you felt you knew and understood the material. The week flew by. 

Sure enough, on that Friday, with shaking hands and a turning stomach, you looked up your grades. Taking in a breath right when the clock hit noon, you tapped a shaking finger on the mouse.  The link buffered on your computer to view them. Then it lit up with revelation. 

You passed them. You passed them all. In fact, you did very well. 

Your heart was racing but—you realized…you didn’t have his number. Only his email address. With the still nervous feeling…you emailed him, your professor.

“Hello Professor,

My grades were announced- and they’re all spectacular. I passed all of them. So…you made that promise…are you available for dinner?”

You sent it off. You could only ruminate for five minutes- his response was quick. 

“Of course, dear Y/N…

Here’s my number below… Meet me in my office. The parking lot isn’t far from it.”

You managed to text him immediately. You were giggling and pacing your room like a high schooler as your phone buzzed with his responses.  You re-read them as you paced about with your phone in your face. The high of your crush floating you into the clouds. You were going to go to a nice restaurant- one wasn’t finalized yet, but something nice. And that meant you had to look the part!

You were so excited. You made sure your makeup was how you liked and that your hair looked clean. You put on a part dress-one with a shorter skirt. It was too perfect not to. It was cut only a little low to show some mild cleavage. The collar was wide enough so that it showed your collarbones. It was nice, but flirtatious and romantic. It hugged you in a perfect fit while making you feel amazing and sexy. 

Sure enough, you went over to his office. The place was abandoned. All offices and buildings on the Friday of the Finals are in the early evening. You walked over and knocked on the door.

He opened the door and your heart almost stopped.

He was lovely. In his suit. His curls and that slutty goatee combed. Smelling fresh and clean. He still was in his blue suit- bringing out the blue in his eyes. Loving, beautiful.

“Ah, Y/N- please, come in,” he welcomed.

You followed suit. He closed the door. There was a second where you just looked at each other. Despite his goatee, you saw him biting his lip.

“Now, how about that dinner, Y/N…” he offered. “There’s La Gardeniera-suitable. A nice place for a special occasion as this…”

You gave him a shrug.

“I don’t care…anywhere…” you replied. 

“Anywhere? ” he asked.

He put his hands in his pocket and looked at you. It was a simple office- white and brown as many are. There was a bright window, the blinds turned over, as the setting sun’s rays fell over it. There was a small bust of Shakespeare and a pitcher with cups of water. His desk had a neat stack of papers, and annotated books all over it. Cozy and comfortable- like how he made you. 

“I just…I want to be with you…I don’t mind. Take me to a McDonalds and I won’t care…” you went on.

“Y/N…I…me?” he asked.

“Yes, you! We don’t even have to eat or…to, uh…I just…” the words were failing you and you felt your heart pick up. You looked down at the floors and then back up at him. 

“You want to…to be with me…” he walked forward curiously. But you did not retreat. Did not back away. You only met him in his blue eyes, welcoming him.

“Y/N…are you sure?” he asked.

He took a step closer. He was right before you. And you did not retreat. You met his gaze. So close. The tension between you.

“Professor Hiddleston, I am sure…I just want to be with you…anywhere…you just…make me happy…” you finally confessed.

“You make me happy too…” he murmured

He leaned forward, seeking permission. You gave a shaky nod. 

Then he kissed you.

 Something in you released. So long it was boxed up- now wild and free.  He immediately took his hands and ran them up and down you and you held onto him in the kiss. Feeling him as he deepened it with the wet sound of lips. Grabbing onto each other, releasing what had been held for so long. He released and then kissed you-again, then again. Like he was drowning and you were air. 

“Mphm- what-what were the grades?” he asked before kissing again.

You caught your breath and took a break still close to his lips. 

“Passed them. Flying colors,” you reported.

 He kissed you again, moaning into it. Then he broke it again.

“Well now…my little student…doing so well…” he rasped.

You grabbed him and heart racing you felt him kiss you. His facial hair scratched against you. He kissed you back. He backed you up.

“You’ve been…good…” he breathed, pressing you there into it. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. 

“Mphm- this feels…feels so nice…you’re a good kisser,” you whispered.

“I’m good at more than just kissing, my dear-”

He held you, pulling you close. He backed you to the door-holding you against him. He then reached a hand and turned over the lock. It was sealed with a click. His hands then returned to you. He cupped your cheeks, then it slid down your neck, and your chest, and then settled on your wasit. 

“I’ve…I’ve…God, I’ve wanted you so much…I…I don’t know if I…think I can…hold back…my dear, I-I-if you’re not…not ready, I’ll-”

“I don’t want to leave yet- let’s wait for dinner-take me. Fuck me here, now,” you begged. 

You didn’t need to say any more than that.  ou shuddered. He found your skirt and touched your leg, lifting it up. Feeling your skin, cold from exposure.

“All this…is all for me now…”

His hand reached over your leg. His long fingers possessively gripped each bit of flesh. Enjoying it- feeling you for the first time. Treasuring you and making his mark- you were his and his alone. He wrapped an arm around you and lifted you up onto that door. You let out a sound He then took your leg and guided it to wrap around his waist, holding onto him. You were so dripping wet you could feel his pants brushing your soaked panties. He held you easily-so, so easily. Just muscle and wall holding you and keeping you in place. He managed to lift you up- keeping you up with how pressed he was to you. How warm. Keeping him on you.

Your lips crashed again. You kept touching him. One hand finally touching his hair- his beautiful, long curls. The other kissing into him. In his suit, he began to ground against you now that you had nowhere to go away- not that you would leave. He kissed you with tongue and fire. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back, wet noises and messy, desperate need.

“Tom…Tom, I-” you murmured.

He touched your chin, shushing you.

“We’re still in my office, my dear. And you will call me Professor,” he said.

He reached a hand down- feeling hte seat of your soaked panties. Smiling from teh effect already.

“Yes…yes, I will…” you breathed out. 

“Now- my little angel. She did so well…and she comes to me, so needy…so desperate-first for her finals and now for my cock-”

You held onto him, touching his tie. Pulling him up. You felt his erection stretching through his pants. The hooded eyes and soft voice, his hot breath. You gave him a smile- eager to have him. 

“I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you senselessly- and I want you- I never heard a thank you- I want to hear your gratitude for how I take care of you in every way…how does that sound? Too much for you?”

“It sounds wonderful for me-Professor,” you purred in response.

He wrapped an arm to help you up and carried you- legs around his waist.

. He then backed you over to his desk. He kept one by you- so close, so close. He took a hand and shoved aside the books and papers. It didn’t matter- now there was you. 

He pulled up your skirt. Desperately trying to find the zipper. Almost shaking in his long fingers. His erection seeping through his pants- he was so pent up.

“All that time. Wanting you. Feeling you near. Do you know how many nights I had to jerk off to imagine this- you! Seeing you- feeling you right there- my little beauty, angel, and siren at once.”

He shoved your dress off and down. Now in your bra and underwear. His hands went to under your straps- feeling them already- his bare flesh on your bare flesh. You were backed there.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you what?” he asked darkly.

“Th-thank you, Professor.”

He kissed you again. You were his little pet, his toy, his plaything. And you would please him- You held onto his shoulders. Grinding more into his body, He was still. Yet you heard his breaths, catching in his chest. He still remained clothed. 

Then in a rush, he gripped your bra.

“You won't need these- not with me.”

With a strength that made you gasp, He ripped your bra in half. He breasted so fast, panting like a beast. Looking down at your breasts.  Both large hands fondled them, moving them around. 

“Th-Thank you, Professor,” you whispered.

“But there’s one thing- one thing keeping me- from what I need” he growled.

He reached down, and in a second, he ripped your panties apart again in half. You gasped at the feeling. The cloth in two- uselessly falling apart.

“No bra- no panties when I see you -easier access- do you understand…I have a need for you, do you get it-”

“Yes- yes, sir.”

“Close- but not it. You forgot. And you’ll be punished.”

He turned you around, so your bare ass was shown. He immediately spanked you hard- it clapped around you. You let out a shout.

“It’s thank you-Professor.”

“Thank you Professor!” you cried out, feeling the sting. 

“And you will get it right!”

He spanked you again, harder. The momentum made you move against the desk, feeling your ass move with it. And feeling his greedy eyes all over your exposed skin.

“Th-Thank you, Professor!” you cried.

He pulled you back up but kept your back to his chest. He kissed your cheek, fondling you from behind, whispering in your ear.  

“If you don’t want another punishment-Tell me what I am-”

“You-you’re my-my-”

The words failed you. He leaned you down again and spanked you.

“You’re my professor!”

He spanked you again.

“Say it again- and say thank you-”

“Yes- yes- thank you, Professor…”

He grazed over you. Feeling you. You were catching your breath. Dripping so hard. He put his hands against your inner legs. 

“The more I do this- the more I see you, the more I’m with you, the more you- you torture me. I can’t stand it- I-I have to have you, Y/N- I have to, I have to-do you- do you want-”

You lightly turned your head over to see him and could have gasped. 

He unzipped his pants and lowered them. Already his cock was large and twitching. It leaked so much, that his precum made you shiver. It drizzled down and made a path down his leg. You clutched onto the desk, smiling and bracing yourself. 

“Yes- take me- take me on your desk, Professor…”

He smiled, and then his hand made you bend over it again. ‘

“Spread. Your. Legs.”

You were such a horny querying mess, he touched your legs so that they spread for him. Then finally, you felt him at your entrance, and inside. 

You let out a long groan- and so did he. As he got in - inch by inch. 

“Yes- yes all-ah!” you cried out as he got all of himself in you. 

He eased you in at first. Your legs again over. He gave a few gentle, experimental thrusts. It was slow, even sloppy. Each intrusion, poking you inside. You were making an appreciative groan. You ground your hips further against him. The room was hot and smelled thick with sex.

“There…you can take…take all your professor's cock, can you?” he growled.

“Yes-yes I can..”

He then made a sharp thrust inside and you cried out.

“Oh!”

He then experimented- hips rolling towards your ass. You let out sounds like you never heard yourself make. He then had a hand to keep you down. To keep you down And then he began to pick up. Slamming into you. Keeping you still, close, on him. 

“Nrg-nrgh- yes-there-fuck-there’s my-myfuck- good litlte student-nrgh-want to please me- hrng-begging-begging to-shit-yes-yes-darling-begging for me-”

You were moaning into it. Your body shakes forward and back from his thrusts. You felt yourself spiraling. Then he slowed. He leaned down and whispered into your ear. The pleasure was at a standstill, you caught your breath as you heard his hot voice right beside you.

“You have another order- cum only when I’m about to-cum when I tell you- yes?” he demanded

“Yes!”

“Yes, are you grateful!” He moved his hands to feel your arms. 

“I am- th-tahnk you, Pr-Professor.”

He went back up and began to thrust again. Slow- then medium. You let out those pornographic sounds out as he did.

“Fuck- what you do to me, darling,” he breathed out. 

He let out another gasp, his voice itching up in a groan and then back down. Then he slammed into you, letting out a loud voice. 

“Who is going to let you cum?  Who lets you cum when you’re a good girl?” he rasped. 

“My-my- fuck-professor will- will let me-cum-yes!

“Not yet- not yet-mine is-if-fuck, it’s building.-”

He spread your legs wide and entered you. Then he grabbed your hips. He began to pound into you. The desk shaking- the wall quivering. Slamming against that wall with a thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud. He whimpered your name. You clung onto it, your knuckles popping out of you.

“Yes-Yes you are-beautiful little student- you are-g-grateful- fuck.-tight-so tight- shit-”

He was so deep, just rutting into you. He was an animal. Pure fucking you into the desk You felt the itch of his suit- the deepness of it. The papers scrambling away- scratching you. The pure ecstasy of it.

“And” thrust “tell me-” thrust “tell me this”- thrust “darling-”

He laced a hand, it reached your folds. You let out a whimper. He dug around- two fingers in-already feeling you. God- you weren’t going to last. He wasn’t going to like it, but you weren’t going to last. You let out a whimper as you felt him inside you.

“What” thrust “ is it” thrust”- “what is it- good” thrust “good girls do- ”thrust

“They-they-they get to-to-to come, Professor-”

“Yes! Yes-you're at my-my limit-gods-gods- what you do to me-You’ve been good-so good- I can’t-I can’t-so cum, darling-”

He strummed you. And you let out another intense gasp. He was strumming you. His fingers making you more open, his cock in, out, in out. You felt it build- he played with your clit so much. Trying the right place, You felt it rise, but not there. And he kept thrusting. A frustration in his rasp.

“Yes- dammit- why won’t you now? Why won’t-won’t you cum?! Cum, dammit- cum- darling- fuck, fuck- god- yes, gods, I’m there…I’m getting there, cum, dammit- why won’t you cum…”

With a new fury, he pounded against you into the desk- the filthiest, most intense thing you felt. The pleasure building up you, going up, up about to be out of control. 

“I’m- I’m going to-I’m going to-I’m going to cum, professor I-I-I”

It would spiral up, yes, but you had yet to reach it. You ground your hips further, moving from his thrusts, as his fingers were there- finding you at the still of your high and just needing your brink.

“Yes- God, yes-cum, darling-I order you, your professor orders you-Yes- yes, cum, girl, dammit- do it, cum, darling- fuck, I’m about to- do it- CUM!” he deamnded like a yell.

With a last shout you cried- “PROFESSOR!” and you came.

Spiraling down from the pleasure. It broke into chills over you-your voice left you and yet your heart was racing. You could feel him gushing into you and yet you could also feel the cum from your own body between your legs, on his fingers.  He panted. He then moved you over. You saw his hair wild and arrayed. You moved it out of his face.

He looked at you with a sweet smile then took your hand and kissed it. He sat you down on a chair and took off his jacket- putting it over you like a cape. Then he went over and got you a glass of water from the pitcher. 

His voice had softened, he kept touching your face, checking for any accidental bruises or marks.

 “How are you? Are you…are you alright, Y/N? I didn’t go too…too-”

“You were perfect- it was perfect,” you replied with a smile. The water wasn’t super cold- but it was fresh. 

He let out a sigh of relief. He then cupped your cheek. 

“You should see yourself how I see you. You’re glowing. Absolutely glowing-I had only hoped you were…were happy with it…”

He looked down at the ruined bra and panties.

“I’ll buy you another…” he muttered in apology.

“Oh- an orgasm and dinner and new bra and panties? You spoil me rotten already!” you teased.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and then he helped you back to dressing. 

“Here-we could…go back to my place and order something. At this rate, it might get late. I’m not that good of a cook-I was hoping a restaurant would impress you. I hope you don’t mind…”

“How could I, Professor?” you added, taking your hand in his. 

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Hot day at the beach

PAIRING | Tom Hiddleston x Wife!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4K

SUMMARY | You and Tom go for a relaxing beach day whilst on vacation to celebrate your anniversary. The two of you are having a lot of fun and good conversations, enjoying each other's presents. At the end of the day, you top the day off with a campfire, roasting marshmallows, and some exploring of each other's bodies for the rest of the night.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning, do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Tom & Reader are married ], smut [ Implied sex in the ocean, spanking, a little bit of nipple play, dry humping, panties used as a gag, oral F receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), anal penetration, prostate orgasm, squirting, multiple orgasms, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, use of handcuffs, praise kink, daddy kink, Dom/Sub relationship ( Soft!Dom Tom & Sub Reader) ], swearing, aftercare in the form of cuddles (the rest of the aftercare is implied).

A/N | So, this is my first time writing a bit of a D/S-themed fic (the smut part at least) so I hope I did well! If not, I would love to get some constructive criticism, I'm not at all part of this lifestyle but I very much enjoy reading about it, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Thank you so much for reading it! 🖤

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''Good morning, Mrs. Hiddleston,'' Tom said as he walked into the bedroom with a tray of breakfast foods. He prepared breakfast while you slept in, and you sure could use every minute of sleep after last night. The two of you spent most of the night making love, and you were still sore from it but you welcomed it nevertheless. ''Mornin' Mr. Hiddleston,'' you said with a lovesick grin on your face, God you were still head over heels in love with your amazing husband. He put the tray on his side of the bed before pulling you in for a kiss, softly sliding his tongue against yours as a token of his love for you. ''I hope you're hungry because I've made you breakfast,'' he said as he pulled away and put the tray over your lap.

The breakfast was an assortment of fruits, pancakes, waffles, and orange juice. He couldn't decide what to make so he ultimately just went for everything so you two could share. The breakfast was spent with light conversation, soft kisses, and feeding each other various kinds of fruit, and maybe a not-so-innocent touch here and there, but it was the best breakfast the both of you shared in a long time. Due to Tom's shooting schedules, it was hard for the both of you to spend time together, but seeing how it was your 7th wedding anniversary, the two of you booked a two-week vacation in Mexico to enjoy each other and each other's presence.

''What is the plan for today?'' Tom asks and you tell him about your plans for today. ''I was thinking we could spend the day at the beach since it's going to be a beautiful day, and I was hoping to spend the evening around a campfire with s'mores and maybe some cuddles,'' you said with a small smile, this was your idea of the perfect day and it was finally time to make it come true. ''Sounds like the perfect plan, my love. But first, I have a special present for you that you may or may not want to use today,'' he said as he got off the bed and walked to his suitcase. He picked up a relatively small box with a red ribbon around it and he handed it to you.

You took off the ribbon and when you took the lid off, you were greeted with something both of you have talked about to spice up your sex life for a while - a new vibrator that has a clit stimulator in it too. ''Hm, I think this would be perfect to try out tonight, darlin','' you said as you got it out of the box and tried out the different settings so you had an idea of what you could expect. ''Can't wait,'' he said as he pulled you closer for another kiss, which he deepens instantly. The two of you spent the next half hour in a lazy make-out session before getting ready to go to the beach. You got a new bikini as a special surprise and you couldn't wait to surprise your husband with it when you were at the beach.

The two of you got ready and you put a beach robe over your bikini so you could keep it a surprise for him to open later. It didn't take long for the both of you to arrive at the beach and find a bit of a secluded spot, it was a relatively slow day for the time of year and the both of you were more than grateful for that. Tom laid out both of your beach towels before helping you sit down. ''Now, my love, are you going to show me what special surprise is underneath this beautiful robe? Because I have a feeling what might be underneath is delicious,'' he purred as he went to untie the knot that held your robe closed.

When it was untied he let that fall to the sides before hooking his hands underneath the fabric at your shoulders, allowing it to fall open and slide off your shoulders to reveal the gorgeous red bikini you've got especially for this trip. He took it off and put it away in your beach bag to wear later, and he didn't try to hide the fact that he was checking out how gorgeous you look in the bikini. It always made you feel good to know you could still surprise Tom in ways like this, even after all these years together. ''I take it that you like what you see?'' you teased as he slowly roamed his hands over your thighs and up to your hips. ''Delicious...'' is all he said before he surged forward to kiss you with a burning passion.

The two of you had another little make-out session on the beach before you had to apply sunscreen on both yourself as well as Tom. ''Why don't you lay down for me, darlin', that way I can rub you with some sunscreen,'' you purred this time and he happily complied, laying on his stomach first. You straddle his legs to apply it to his back and neck first, taking your sweet time before moving down to both his legs after which he turned around. That time you straddle him right over his groin and act like you're doing nothing wrong, but you can feel him growing hard as you softly grind on him while rubbing the sunscreen on his chest and stomach. ''If you keep doin' that, my love, we might be sent off for public indecency,'' he said as he grabbed your hips to get you to still your movements.

''But I wasn't even doing anything, Daddy,'' you whispered in his ear before giving him a soft pat on his chest as you sat back up. ''If you keep being such a tease you won't be cumming tonight, my love,'' he said with a stern voice and you immediately stopped, that's not what you were aiming for here. ''Sorry,'' is all you said before climbing off of him and laying on your stomach this time so Tom can apply sunscreen on your back too. He slowly massages it in and makes sure to get every single spot before doing the same to your legs and your stomach when you're flipped over. ''Hm, you're being such a good girl for me right now,'' he said as he leaned in for a kiss, and you chased him for more when he pulled away.

When the two of you were done you both picked up your books that you brought with you and just laid there reading in a comfortable silence for a while. You started to have the strange feeling you were being watched, so you put down your book and noticed a few fans staring at both of you, not sure whether to approach you or not. ''Darlin', want to go for a swim with me?'' you asked and he happily agreed, getting up so he could help you get up too, interlacing his fingers with yours as you walked towards the ocean. When you were almost here the two of you were stopped by the fans, asking for a picture and an autograph. ''Do you want me to take the picture for you?'' you asked, they usually wanted one just with Tom and that is perfectly fine, you were only known as Tom's wife anyways since you had a 'regular' office job.

''Oh no, we would love for you to join us!'' one of the girls said and you were pleasantly surprised by that fact, but you agreed happily. When the pictures were taken and Tom gave them all an autograph you were thanked profusely and the lovely girls wished both of you a happy vacation together. Tom grabbed a hold of your hand again and pulled you closer to him. ''I don't think I'll ever get used to people wanting to meet you,'' you chuckled. It was a part of your daily life, but it was still a little strange that people stopped him on the streets - or the beach, in this case - to take photos with him. ''It's okay, my love, you don't have to get used to it, and if you don't feel comfortable with it you know we don't have to stay for the photos right?'' he reassured you and you nodded.

After that the two of you went into the ocean and may or may not have had sex there, nobody will ever know even though you most definitely did. You spent time reading your books after that before it was time to go back to your beach house and get ready for your anniversary dinner that you had thought out. You and Tom switched each year who would make the reservations for your anniversary dinner and this year, it was your turn again. You found a fancy restaurant with authentic Mexican cuisine so you could get a true taste of the culture. Tom chose to wear a burnt orange suit and you wore a burnt orange dress to match him perfectly. Your hair was loose and your make-up light to let the dress be the star of the outfit.

When the two of you arrived you were treated like true celebrities and it felt nice, they probably knew who Tom is, and for once you wouldn't mind it if they treated you like that because they know who he is. ''To the rest of our lives, my love,'' Tom said as he picked up the glass of red wine and you did the same. ''To the rest of our lives, darlin','' you said and the two of you clinked your glasses before taking a sip and tasting the wine. Not long after the food arrived and the two of you were wrapped up in conversation. By the time dessert arrived you had a little surprise planned for Tom, because they put sparklers in the dessert to make it just a little bit more fun. ''Happy 7th anniversary'' was written across the plate and Tom stood up to give you a kiss, which you happily reciprocated.

After dinner, the two of you went back to your beach house and changed into comfortable lounge clothing so you could sit around the campfire that was currently roaring in the small backyard attached to the house. You got all the stuff needed for s'mores and Tom already sat down, eagerly waiting for his wife to come sit next to him and enjoy the warmth coming from the campfire. ''Welcome back, my love,'' he said as you sat down, leaning into Tom's side as if you were enjoying the atmosphere of the campfire right now. ''I love you, so much, my darlin', and I'm glad I get to spend the rest of my life with you,'' you said and you laid your head on his shoulder.

Making the s'mores was a pretty easy task and before the two of you knew it, they were all gone. Not much later you were straddling Tom and grinding your hips softly over his growing hardness as the two of you were wrapped up in yet another make-out session, you could never have enough of each other, and it was very noticeable with the everlasting honeymoon phase in your relationship. The passion was still there with a burning fire, and you two could be wrapped up in one another for days on end and still not have enough. But then again, that's why Tom got you the vibrator as a present, so the two of you could spice up your sex life in a different way.

You were letting out soft moans into Tom's mouth as he wrapped his arms around you and let his hands glide up and down your back, down to your ass where he have a gentle squeeze followed by a spanking on both cheeks which made you let out a little squeal. ''Oh Daddy, you make me feel so good,'' you moaned in between kisses, and Tom slowly lifted your shirt over your head as you continued your rolling motion on his lap, feeling the friction and the heat pooling there more and more. You decided not to wear a bra after dinner and you're glad you didn't, seeing the content look on your husband's face as he saw your bare breasts and perky nipples in front of him.

''Hm, already starting to get a little needy for me, my love?'' he asked as you let out a soft whine at the summer breeze blowing over your nipples, and all you could do is nod in response. He bends over to take one of your nipples in his mouth and starts suckling on it a little, as his hands wander over your hips and waist, rubbing circles on your back before moving to the front as he cups your breasts in his hands. He lets out a groan at the same time a deep moan leaves your lips as you grind harder onto his achingly hard cock. ''Fuck, love, just like that,'' he grits out through his teeth as he starts rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, making you writhe under his touch. When your orgasm is getting closer, Tom can tell by the way your moans get quicker and he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and slightly biting it until you become a complete mess and soak your panties and both your pants from your orgasm.

''Hm, someone's a little eager this evening,'' he says as he gives the same treatment to the other nipple, letting you ride out your orgasm and come down from your high which he manages to extend a little by playing with your nipples. He could do this for hours on end and never get sick of it, but now he wants to taste you after your orgasm, so he wraps his arms around your waist and he stands up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips and he walks both of you inside before gently placing you onto the bed. ''Such a good girl for me, my love,'' he says as he pushes your thighs apart, enjoying the wet spot your juices have created in your pants. ''So needy that you couldn't even wait to cum, huh?'' he asks and you nod, ''Yeah Daddy, need you so bad right now,'' you whimper and Tom just gets a big grin on his face, he loves having you like this.

''Now tell me, what is it that my baby wants? Does she want to cum like the good girl I know she is?'' Tom teases a little and you desperately nod, you want all the orgasms he's willing to give you, in whichever way he wants to give them to you. ''Yeah Daddy, please, need to cum again for you,'' you beg a little and Tom feels himself getting even harder, not that he thought that was even possible after the way he just made you cum. He kneels on the bed with his legs on the sides of yours and goes to take off your pants, leaving your panties on just a little longer, because he has a plan with those. When your pants are off he leans over to give you one more deep kiss before grabbing the handcuffs you brought your favorite red fluffy pair to match the new bikini you bought.

''I want you to be a good little slut for me tonight, so I can make you cum as many times as I want. That means you will have your hands cuffed together, so you won't be able to touch me, or yourself, is that okay with you?'' he asks and you tell him it's okay. ''Yes Daddy, please cuff me,'' you sigh a little and he gladly cuffs you to the top of the bed so you can't move your hands below your head. After that, he slowly litters your chest and stomach with kisses until the reaches the band of your panties, tugging them off with his teeth to make you go a little crazy and squirm under his touches. When he's pulled them off, he stuffs them in your mouth as a gag, to keep you a little more silent. ''As much as I love all the pretty noises you can make, I want you to be silent tonight, my love. You wouldn't want to disturb anyone else when you fall apart over and over, would you?'' he asked and you shook your head in response.

You relax a little as he rubs his hands over your stomach and hips, and he gets into position to eat you out like you deserve, he wants to drink every last drop of the juices that flow out of you and he can't wait any longer. He drags two fingers through your folds and he can feel you're soaking wet for him, making him go almost feral. ''God, such a wet slut for me, bet you're such a desperate, needy girl now,'' he smirks before slowly inserting two fingers in you at once, making you groan deeply as your back arches at the feeling, you're still sensitive from the orgasm you had earlier and Tom is well aware of this fact. Shortly after pumping his fingers in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, he attaches his mouth to your clit and it feels like you would combust right then and there, your orgasm so close you can almost taste it.

You let out a few muffled moans from behind your gag and Tom just smirks a little as he licks and sucks on your clit, while picking up the pace of his fingers, making that impeding orgasm come closer at a quick pace. ''Want to cum for me, love? Need to cum for your Daddy?'' he asks and you nod frantically while letting out muffled whimpers, your hips bucking up involuntarily as your back arches too, and you fall apart not long after. He picks up the pace of his fingers and tongue even more as he starts licking through your folds, but keeping his attention mostly on your clit and before you know it, you squirt all over his face when he curls his fingers to find your perfect spot. ''Oh fuck, yes, squirt all over my face, cum for me love, you're doing perfect right now,'' he says and he rides out your orgasm on his fingers before he gives a trail of small kisses up your face.

''For this part, I need to loosen up those beautiful hands of yours, my love, because I'm going to need some help working the vibrator into myself,'' Tom said, as your eyes grew wide. Sure, you've done this before with him, but your new vibrator would be even better, and Tom grabs both the vibrator and some lube so you can help him get ready. You squirt some lube onto your fingers as Tom spreads his cheeks for you, his face laying on the pillows where your head just was. Then you proceed to squirt some on his tight hole before rubbing it softly, trying to get him to relax. ''You're doing so well for me, darlin', just relax and before you know it you will have all the pleasure,'' you said softly and you could feel him relax under your touch, and before you know it, you can slide one finger in, working him open slowly.

Not long after you can fit in 2 more fingers and when he's comfortable with that, you slowly pull your fingers out as Tom lets out a soft whine at the loss of your fingers. ''I know darlin', but you will feel something much better than my fingers soon,'' you cooed as you lubed the vibrator, before pushing it up to his now relaxed hole. It takes a bit for him to fully relax but before you know it you can slowly slide in the tip, and the more the takes, the noisier he becomes. He lets out soft whines and moans at the feeling of immense pleasure, and it isn't even turned on yet. You turned it in a way that the clit stimulator part would fit perfectly against his perineum, giving him even more intense pleasure as it would be turned on soon. ''It's in, darlin','' you whisper in his ear and he sits up, adjusting to the feeling.

''On your hands and knees in front of me, ass up in the air,'' he commands and you happily agree with it, as you do what he says, awaiting what will happen to you soon. He lands a few slaps on your ass before spreading your ass and looking at both your hole and your pussy looking back at him. ''Hm, such a perfect girl for me, sitting like this for your Daddy. Tell me, do you want Daddy's cock inside you? Are you needy for Daddy's thick cock?'' he asks and you whimper again, this time into the pillows where your head is buried. Tom grabbed the remote of the vibrator and turned it on, making sure it was not too high as he doesn't want to cum too soon, but the second he turns it on he already lets out a needy whine at the feeling of it against both his prostate and his perineum.

He grabbed your hips with a bit of force and pulled you towards him, so he can rub his cock through your folds, using your dripping juices as the lube he needs to sink into you. He doesn't wait long as he thrusts into you in one smooth motion, bottoming out immediately making you let out a very high shriek that turned into a long moan as you adjusted to his size again. ''F-fuck Daddy, feels good,'' you moan and he starts thrusting into you, which makes the vibrator thrust into his prostate so Tom knows he won't last long like this, but he didn't care. It felt too good to worry about that, all he cares about is making both you and himself cum. ''Pussy feels so tight, feels so good for me, god you're made for me, love,'' he groans as he chases both your highs, and you snake your arm underneath your body to play with your clit.

''Oh, D-daddy, gonna cum, need to cum!'' you moan out and with a few more thrusts you squirt all over, the stimulation becoming too much as you can feel the vibrator too. Not long after Tom squirts thick ropes of his warm cum deep inside your pussy as his orgasm takes him over completely, the vibrator stimulating his prostate more and more, prolonging both your orgasms until neither of you can take it anymore. Tom pulls out of you and you whine at the loss, and he quickly takes out the vibrator because he's overstimulated, and he turns it off before he lays down beside you. He pulls you close to him and cradles you into his arms as he rubs soothing circles over your back.

''You did so well for me tonight, my love. You were perfect for me, and I love you so much,'' he cooed in your ear along with other sweet nothings and you smiled a little bit before finally being able to lift your head a bit. ''Love you,'' you muttered and Tom bent down to give you a longing kiss on your lips, which he slowly deepened, but he still kept it soft as he explored your mouth with his tongue in a lacy pace. When he pulls apart he tucks a curl behind your ear as he looks loving into your eyes, he would never get enough of seeing those beautiful eyes of yours. The rest of the night was spent with cuddles, a nice bath, and even more cuddles before falling asleep in each other's arms, limbs tangled in a way that neither of you knows where one begins, and the other ends. Neither of you would ever want to have it any other way.

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one look and they'll know

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Summary: You go to work on the set of Thor Ragnarok one day and you're greeted with the sight of one Tom Hiddleston on his knees and your coworkers whispering about how he perfected his posture.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warning/s: implied smut (there's like 2 paragraphs that talks about it), mentions of BDSM terms, talks about throat grabbing, cussing, and a potentially Domme!Reader that doesn't know her power [if i missed anything let me know!]

Working as a set designer on a movie set meant that every day could either be agonizingly monotonous, or no two days would ever be the same. There was this one TV episode you worked on where majority of the project took place in an interrogation room, so there was next to nothing for you to do besides making sure that continuity errors were minimized or even completely avoided.

This project…was not agonizingly monotonous. By some stroke of luck, you'd landed a gig as a set designer for Thor: Ragnarok, and now you were working on sets that would be walked on by the likes of Chris Hemsworth, Anthony Hopkins, and--fucking Christ on a crutch--Tom Hiddleston.

When you decided to leave your day job of weekly software patches and bug fixes and the ever droning minutiae of daily updates that really gave you nothing except migraines and a bad habit of stress-eating for a chance at a career in the entertainment industry, did you ever think it would lead you here? Absolutely not. Truthfully, you were content with the interrogation rooms, but this? This was a pipe dream.

"Ah. Morning, Y/N," you heard the moment you stepped on set from Taika, currently dressed in a skin-tight spandex gray CGI suit with a giant Korg head harnessed atop his shoulders. "We sourced enough sugar glass bottles for Tessa to throw in Tom's general direction today, yeah?" 

"Well I got five dozen so…we should be good," you shot back with a chuckle. You knew full well what the cast and crew got up to when sugar glass was involved. Mostly smashing it on each other's heads and making some great takes for the blooper reel.

"Awesome. I'll see you there." With a wave you started walking toward your fellow set designers, currently glancing and giggling at one of the Sakaar sets.

"Alright, what's got your panties wet this time?" you called out to your coworkers. 

Bryan, a lanky guy slightly taller than you motioned toward the set. "Look at Hiddlebum." 

"I'd really rather not, you know that I trip on air the second I even glance in his direction," you shot back. "I can't keep my dignity around that man, let alone my sanity. Don't tell me to look at him." 

"He's not gonna look back," Denise, a curvy redhead and one of your closer friends on set, commented in a sing song tone. "Trust me, boss, you're gonna wanna look." 

With a huff, you glanced toward the set and you could wear that your heart turned to solid lead and then jumped out of your chest and straight to the ground. Lord have mercy, you were not ready for the image of Tom in his dark blue-green leather getup, wrapped in gold chains, on his fucking knees, back perfectly straight, and head tilted down to the floor.

The sound that came out of your mouth did not sound ladylike. Hell, it didn't even sound human. 

"Do you think he's--?" Denise started.

"Ohh he definitely is, I mean look at that posture! You don't get there from looking up one picture, you get there from practice and meticulous correction. This man's a sub."

"Sorry, a what?" You were now officially, thoroughly, confused.

"Submissive," Bryan explained to you. "It's a whole thing that needs a 6-hour crash course and a 40+ slide Powerpoint presentation, but for your immediate knowledge, madam, it means he likes being ordered around in the bedroom." 

"So what? Like strip? Slowly? Walk over to me, come to momma type shit?” 

"I'm shocked how quickly you got the vibe, boss," Denise quipped. "Bry, what if she's a domme?"

"A what??" you nearly shrieked. "You think I'm the one who says 'strip slowly and sit down like a good boy and don't move a muscle while I ride you'?" You took a breath to calm yourself. "You're fucking insane, the lot of you."

"Again, you got the vibes, boss. The more you joke about it the more I'm convinced that it's in your DNA."

You let out a frustrated exhale. "Alright you two knuckleheads, look at me." Your voice dropped half an octave and became fuller as you said the last bit, using a tone you hadn't taken out ever since you resigned from the testosterone-laden world of software development. 

"Yes, goddess?" Your blood froze over as you heard the soft spoken words. There was no way it was…No. 

Right?

You looked at Bryan and Denise, both with matching expressions of wide-eyed scandalous amusement on their faces, as they shifted their gaze back and forth between you and Tom. Slowly you moved your gaze back to the set, your breath catching in your throat in an ugly inhuman sound as you saw the steel-blue eyes that haunted your filthiest, wettest, most vivid fantasies…staring straight at you. 

"I-I-I uhm…" you stammered, your voice returning to your normal tone, losing your footing despite being completely stationary. "I was talking to these knuckleheads, s-sorry Tom." You took a steadying breath. "As you were." You mentally smacked yourself as your 'programmer BossLady' voice came out again, your eyes widening in complete shock as he wordlessly followed your instructions and resumed to look down at the floor. 

"Confirmed," Bryan stage whispered to you and Denise. "He's a sub, and we've been silently submitting to Y/N all this time. I mean…Madam." You groaned at his words. 

"You two," you hissed at them. "Let me fucking tell you, I am the farthest thing from a madam. Or a goddess or whatever it was that he called me." You inwardly shuddered at the memory, although if you were being honest it wasn't from shock or disgust. It was from arousal. "My life is unbelievably, annoyingly, dreadfully…vanilla."

Denise giggled. "But you know the jargon? Uh huh. Sure, boss."

You rolled your eyes at her. "Bitch please, I read Fifty Shades. The smut. The toe-curling filth found in the wonder that is Kindle Unlimited. The fanfiction written about that fine-ass man on his knees over there," you whispered the last part in a hiss. "But I digress. The point is that my brain may be filthy, and it may be filled with very vivid fantasies of that very same man on his knees right now, but real life Y/N? Yeah. No."

"Maybe no man ever rose to the challenge," Bryan teased. "You think Hiddlebum would?" 

"That's not a direction my brain ever wants to go unless I'm already in bed, in my birthday suit, legs spread, with a toy in my hand," you shot back without missing a beat. "As for no man ever rising to the challenge?" You leaned in close to their ears. "I can't even get a guy to go down on me because every guy I ever dated or even just fucked said they never do it with anyone because it tastes weird. And don't get me started on the ones that practically bolt out of my hotel room naked when I ask them to put a hand on my throat."

"Maybe you're just talking to the wrong boys, Y/N." You turned around to see that Chris had joined your conversation with a smug look on his face. "You have to start talking to men. Perhaps then your luck will turn."

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to eavesdrop on conversations that don't have shit to do with you, Hemsy?" you shot back with an amused smile. You couldn't ever really be mad at the guy who resembled a walking talking 6'4 teddy bear. It was physically impossible. "Good morning."

"Good morning, indeed," he chuckled, turning his attention to the Sakaaran set. "Beautiful posture there, Tom! Absolutely exquisite," he hollered, causing the British man to let out several chuckles.

"Ehehehehe, sod off, Chris." He looked up from his position, most likely intending to glare at Chris, but instead his eyes met yours, and you felt this inexplicable pull towards him. No. Wait. Back up a bit. You felt as if there was this inexplicable force pulling him towards you. You tilted your head the slightest bit, as if questioning him and his tethering gaze, your eyes once again widening in total shock as he responded with turning his head towards the floor in a bow once again.

"Erm…what the fuck was that?" Chris asked, poking your shoulder repeatedly. "It's like you broke him, tiny terror." 

"Me?? Broke him??" you hissed as you turned around to glare at the towering Australian. "I'm the one who's fifty shades of fucking confused here!" 

"You may be, but I've never seen him fold for a woman like that in the entire time I've known him. With a tilt of your head, no less. No wonder your people call you 'madam'. Maybe I should call you that--"

"Don't even fucking think about it, Hemsworth." Your tone from earlier had returned, the one you tried to keep locked away since you gave your resignation letter to your final day job two years ago. A tone you'd once been confused as to why it could cause all those bravado-filled middle-aged men to fold and actually listen to you, well now you had an inkling. 

The tone was domineering. It allowed no room for counter-arguments; perhaps you were right about the words that you were uttering, but also perhaps you weren't, but your tone didn't demand their subservience, it just took. And while it worked in conference rooms and face offs with no less than senior management of the client companies you'd dealt with, never once did you think to use it in the bedroom.

You never realized it was an option.

"Where's Taika?" you asked after taking a few deep breaths to recenter your brain. This was gonna be one of those days, the type that you'd never forget even when you were an octogenarian and you'd  have trouble remembering if you've even eaten for the day. "I have to tell him we can't have the scene set up like this." 

"Why not, lil mayhem?" You turned and once again saw the ridiculous gray CGI spandex that Taika was decked out in, but thankfully now without the gigantic Korg head so at least you were no longer confused where you should be staring. 

"Because people are gonna take one look at him and they're gonna know," you explained, pointing towards the set at the kneeling Loki. 

The director looked at you, clearly confused. "Know what?" 

"Ohh this will be delicious," Denise all but moaned. "Watch this," she told Taika as she turned back to you. "Tell him to straighten his back." 

"This feels like I'm exploiting him somehow, you do it." 

"He's not gonna listen to me, I don't have the voice," she teased back, and then sighed. "The sooner you convince Taika, the sooner we can fix the scene." 

"Ugh, fine. Taika? Look at Tom." You took another breath, finding that voice once again in no time. "Straighten your back." Once again, your breath caught in your throat with a hideous sound as you watched him wordlessly follow your instructions. "That's what I mean," you addressed Taika once more. "People take one look at that scene, see his posture and--"

"Apologies, goddess." 

It felt like your spine had been replaced with pure ice as you watched Taika's jaw go slack, heard Chris choking on air in the background, and your two fellow set designers and friends start giggling once more as soon as the soft-spoken words were uttered from the mouth of one Thomas William Hiddleston.

"What did you call me??" 

"Ohh I think we know what he called you. Goddess," Taika taunted. "Right then, we need to get this man off his knees," he said, turning to the crew and giving them instructions to reset the scene.

"So what? We're gonna have him stand now?" one of the assistant producers sneered. "Way to take us out of the moment, Y/L/N. Fucking buzzkill," she muttered.

"I'm not telling you to make him stand, I'm just telling you to get him off his knees," you countered. "It's not my fault that your comprehension's lacking." 

The assistant started to make a motion towards you as if you bitch slap you, but the director stood in her way. "Don't even think about it. That's a one way ticket to Tom's shit list if you lay a hand on her," he threatened, and you watched as the AP looked over to the corner of the set with wide eyes. When you followed her gaze, your eyes widened as well at the sight of Tom with a borderline murderous look in his eyes. 

"Don't," he said simply. The AP backed off, muttering something about favoritism that you couldn't quite catch. 

"Alright then, lil mayhem, this is your idea. Run the show." You stared at Taika with incredulity. "You're the one who wants him off his knees? You get him off his knees. Call the shots."

You scrambled for ideas. "A chair?"

"Sorry, madam, we got nothing in props that could even look like it belongs in Sakaar. And I already know what you're gonna say, the Sakaaran standards are literally on the floor but still. A proper looking dining table chair will not fit the vibe." 

You glared at Bryan. "Then get me a cement block, a wooden platform. A fucking concrete slab. Anything, just get this man off his knees." You turned back to face Taika. "Legally, who can I yell at here without an HR violation?"

"Just those two." He pointed at your set designers. "You are their superior after all." 

You turned back to the dawdling set designers, staring at the scene laid out before them with amused looks on their faces. "Find me something." They kept staring. "NOW!!" They ran off to props like headless chickens, making both Chris and Taika break out in chuckles.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side, tiny terror," the giant Australian told you before proceeding to pat you on the head like a ferocious and yet annoyingly fluffy guard dog. "Hey Tom you can get off your knees now, you kinky little shit!" he hollered, chuckling. After a few moments he started again. "Ah, shit, Y/N be a dear? Seems he won't listen to anyone but you when he's like this." 

You groaned. "For fuck's sake," you murmured before taking another deep breath, slipping into your natural voice once more. "Stand up." The next moments felt like a sucker punch to your entire system as he once again followed your instructions, afterward stealing a glance at your direction with the softest look in his eyes and a sweet smile that left you completely breathless.

What was he up to? Why was he acting like this?

Fifteen minutes later, Bryan and Denise came rushing back in with a platform box painted a distressed teal setting it down on the ground near the now standing Tom.

The next 13 hours of the day were comparatively less eventful than the start of your day. Rearranging sets, reviewing shots for possible continuity errors that you were sure Twitter would crucify you all for if they caught wind of it, and the occasional bitchy stare down with that PA from earlier this morning who tried to smack you for daring to mock her comprehension skills.

"Let's call it for the day, everybody!" Taika hollered from his director chair, now thankfully wearing more normal clothes and not that spandex CGI suit. "I'll see you in twelve hours. Get some sleep, don't go out drinking because if you come to set tomorrow hung over I will have your head." Everyone murmured their assent as they moved about, wrapping up their tasks for the day, and he turned to you. "Lil mayhem, try to get some tonight. I'm saying this as a friend. You're wound up." 

"Honestly, T, it's just the whole 'she's a domme' thing from earlier. Really threw me in for a loop. I should be fine after some sleep," you reassured him, making sure to pick up a copy of tomorrow's call sheet to do some prep work before you eventually succumb to the sweet lonely embrace of solitary slumber in your hotel room. "Go, T. I can lock up tonight. FaceTime your kids, tell them you love them, read them a bedtime story. I'm sure they miss their dad." 

He took a few moments before giving you an exaggerated sigh and tossing you the keys. "You drive a hard bargain, Y/L/N." He walked over to you, ruffling your hair. "You're the best." 

"I know I know. Go. I'll do a quick sweep, make sure nobody gets locked in here for the night and we get here with someone banging on the door screaming 'let me out let me out'." You grabbed the clipboard containing a checklist of the areas you were to double check on before locking up and proceeded to glance over each area of the set. 

Just as you were wrapping up your check of the cast trailers, a voice in the relative darkness startled you. "Miss Y/L/N." You straightened your posture and started fumbling in your pocket for something, anything to defend yourself with. Then you remembered the keys, so you quickly started threading each key in between your fingers, when you felt two large hands gently grasp your shoulders. "Shh shh, it's alright. It's just me. You're safe."

You let out the heaving breath you were holding, recognizing the voice immediately. "Tom," you breathed out, the fear leaving your body, but the tension remaining. "Fucking hell I was about to stab you." You felt your spine go frigid as you felt him pressing tender kisses to the top of your head as his hand traveled down your arm to deftly remove the keys from between your fingers. 

"I didn't mean to startle you," he whispered into your hair, his hand once again traveling up your arm and resumed its place on your shoulder. "I simply wanted to ensure you were safe. I didn't see you come out of the studio." He moved his head to press a kiss to your temple. "I apologize, goddess."

There was that name again, stealing all the breath from your lungs and making you question so much about you. About him. But mostly it made you question…"Why do you keep calling me that?" 

His hand traveled up to lightly grasp your chin, urging you to turn your head and look up at him. "Because that's what I call you," he answered simply, bringing his face much closer to yours. Once he was close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips, he whispered, "When I dream of you." 

Instead of saying anything, you opted to bring your hand up to the back of his neck, threading your fingers through his short dark blond curls and gently pulling him down towards you, touching your lips to his briefly in a tentative, fleeting kiss. This led to him quickly turning you to face him, lifting you by the backs of your thighs, and backing you into the side of the nearest trailer. 

When he had you securely trapped between him and the trailer, he brought his hand up to cup your face, while the other roamed from your thigh and up the side of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his thumb lightly graze the side of your breast. 

Just as he was about to lean in to kiss you, you breathed out, "Wait." He stopped immediately, his eyes quickly becoming apologetic. "I-I don't know…" you stammered, trying to find your words, but quickly realizing that the most honest words you had at the moment were, "I don't know how to be what you want. I don't know anything--" 

A smile of relief began to spread across his face. "It's alright." He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, as if to reassure you. "I simply want you, Y/N. As you are." A soft kiss to your cheek, then your jaw. "I want to make you happy." A kiss to the skin below your ear, before placing his hand lightly around your throat, sending a thrill throughout your entire body, and then whispering, "I want to satisfy you." 

"And what do you get out of this?" you breathed out. "Seems to me I'm the only one benefiting from this, that's not right." 

"Me? That's easy," he murmured against your skin as he rolled his hips into yours, causing you to let out an obscene moan that echoed through the dark empty halls of the studio. "I get you." 

This was an unusual morning. Unusual in the sense that this time, you were not woken up by the scandalous sound of your alarm, rather you'd awoken in this blissful, sated state. Your mind raced through the memories from last night, how you'd practically raced to your hotel room hand in hand with Tom after you'd locked up in the studio. 

The almost reverent way he stripped you of your clothing, pausing to press kisses to every new area of skin exposed to him, how he already had you a writhing mess before he even took off your panties. How he brought you and pushed you well past the point of complete ecstasy with his fingers and his mouth multiple times before he even made love to you.

Repeatedly.

You bit your lip as the memories came at you in vivid detail, pushing yourself off of your bed to get ready for the day ahead. Before you could even begin to inch yourself out of the bed, an arm tightened around your waist, pulling your naked body against a broad, toned, equally naked form. 

A smile found its way to your face with no effort at all as you placed your hand over the arm wrapped around you, your fingertips tracing the length of the forearm, causing him to stir and press his body even closer to yours. A hybrid between a giggle and a moan escaped your lips as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hum of satisfaction vibrating throughout your body. 

He moved his kisses across your shoulder, pausing for a good few moments on the juncture of your shoulder and your neck before moving up to your ear and whispering in the most delicious sleep-laden voice, "Good morning, goddess." 

A/N: Please don't crucify me for the non-smutty implied smut, I am babie. But the idea refused to leave my head so I had to write it.

This insanity was based off of this post because I'm gonna be honest, my brain went places when I saw those pictures. AND THE GIF

Here's a bonus gif for those who read until the end:

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[lady-rose-moon]

What am I?

Summary: coming back from the battle of Jötunheim, Loki has an identity crisis and it leads to a really difficult confrontation.

Warnings: Odin, oral sex m!receiving, smut, sub!loki, dom!loki, sub!reader, dom!reader, internalised racism

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I love baby Loki so much and also sub!loki

So... Jötunheim was a disaster! You never wanted to admit to Thor that he was wrong in his judgement to go and attack the Jötnar. Loki had influenced him which made it a worse idea to go against the plan. Sure, your best friend would have listened to your judgement but with your boyfriend whispering words into his ears? Yeah, no, you had no influence after that!

What you had noticed was that Loki was more distracted when you returned, even after Thor's immediate banishment for bringing war upon both Asgard and Jötunheim. He was always staring at his arm with scorn as you rode back up to the palace.

After a while, you and Loki found yourself in the lounge room with Sif, Volstagg, Hogun and Fandral. You and Loki had opted to stand away from the warriors, your head resting contentedly on his shoulder as you mindlessly fiddled with his fingers.

"I mean- how did the guards even know we were there?" Volstagg was saying and you switched on immediately when you felt Loki tense.

"I told them," he admitted, shrinking back and messing with his hands when all eyes turned to him, "we weren't supposed to reach Jötunheim. Norns, we weren't even supposed to reach the palace doors. I knew that this would be a bad idea, I tried to tell Thor that it was."

"All is not lost then!" Sif grinned, walking over to Loki and clasping his shoulder, "you can go to the Allfather and admit your part in raising the alarm and Thor can come back."

Loki sighed and held you closer to him, "father has made his decision, Sif. We can't go back on it, it would be treason. We have to wait until father deems Thor worthy of returning home."

"But you're his son! You're Thor's brother! Surely you can get some leniency-" Sif began but Loki cut her off.

"I love Thor more dearly than any of you. I have grown up with the man and I know when father looks at him, punishments will be scarce and the ones given will have meaning," you gently squeezed Loki's bicep, frowning at the malice in his voice, "father always has a meaning for anything."

With that, Loki swept out of the room with you not far behind. Cautiously, you stopped Loki and stood by the door, signalling him to be quiet as you listened to what the Warriors would say in your absence.

"I think it was him," Fandral spoke freely, shrugging as the others stared at him, "why else would he tell a guard? He brought Jötnar into the castle and pretended he was innocent."

Snarling, you grabbed Loki's hand and stalked off towards his bedroom. Before you could round the corner to get to his chambers, he pushed you up against a wall and pressed his lips to yours hard, savouring the taste of your lips and hiking your leg up his hips as you breathed a sigh of relief. The kiss became more passionate before Loki pulled away and sighed.

"There is something I must see," he whispered, caressing your cheek and watching you nod blissfully. With a curt nod of his head, he marched down four flights of stairs until he reached the door to the weapons vault. Stepping through with you, he marched down the pathway until he was only a few steps away from the Casket of Ancient Winters.

You looked around nervously, sticking close to your lover as you trembled, "Loki what are we doing here?" you asked with a shaky voice as he disconnected his arm from you.

Stepping forward, you watched as he reached out his hands to pick up the Casket. "Loki, no!" you rushed over, trying to pry his hands off the box, "it could... harm... you..."

You faltered as you saw his arms slowly turn blue and you followed the transformation up to his face. Gasping, you stepped closer and cupped his cheek. The hairs on your arms instantly raised from the immediate cold that you felt but you didn't pull away as you looked up at him and his eyes bored into you.

"You don't... think I'm repulsive?" Loki asked uncertainly, his eyebrow raised and the ruby red of his eyes shining with unshed tears.

You quickly shook your head and held him close, "you're the same. But you're blue!"

"I'm a Jötun. How are you not running in fear?" Loki whispered.

“Stop!” came a call from the top of the stairs and you froze, turning to look at Odin with a smirk on your face. 

“Am I cursed?” Loki asked as he gripped the Casket and his breath heaved as he felt the Casket reach out to him and tie herself around his seiðr. He gasped in pain but also in surprise to how right it felt for that to happen.  

“no…” came Odin’s response and Loki let out a breathy chuckle. 

“Then what am I?” He asked as he glared down at the Casket with a hatred but the feeling inside him wasn’t hate, it was confusion and betrayal. 

“You’re my son,” Odin replied, breathlessly and Loki shook his head, turning to face the Allfather for the first time in their conversation. 

“What more than that?” He seethed and watched Odin’s reaction carefully, seeing how solemn he had become, he realised the truth, “the Casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jötunheim that day, was it?” 

“No,” came Odin’s breathless reply and Loki narrowed his eyes before putting the Casket down, ignoring the sadness in the back of his mind coming from the parasite that was the Casket’s consciousness. “In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the Temple, and I found a baby. Small for a giant's offspring -- abandoned, suffering, left to die. Laufey's son.” 

Loki is sent reeling from the news and he mumbles it back to himself, ignoring how you stand beside him and hold his hand comfortingly, “Laufey’s son?” he turned to look at Odin again and he whispered a soft ‘yes’ to which Loki looked around the room and tried to find any reason why Odin would’ve taken him from his home. This was why he had felt so right on Jötunheim, why when he looked at Laufey, he felt so safe. He was his son! His heir!  

“Why?” he whispered, feeling so small now under his father’s gaze and your sympathetic hugs. “you were knee deep in Jötnar blood, why did you take me?!” 

“You were an innocent child,” Odin began but Loki would have none of it. 

“No, you took me for a purpose, what was it?” He waited moments before he snapped and screamed, “TELL ME” 

Odin sighed, defeated and he looked at his adopted son sadly before starting to explain, “I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace... through you. But those plans no longer matter.” 

Loki looked up at Odin, heartbroken as he mumbles a quiet “What…?” Before going on a rant, tears brimming in his eyes as he let go of you, “so I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here, until you might have use of me?”  

“Why do you twist my words?” Odin mumbled, starting to feel faint. 

“You could’ve told me what I was from the beginning, why didn’t you?”  

“You are my son. My blood. I only wanted to protect you from the truth,” Odin replied quickly. 

“What? Because I-I-I am the monster that parents tell their children about at night?!” Loki yelled, tears dripping down his cheeks as he walked up the stairs, “It all makes sense now, why you favoured Thor all these years because no matter HOW MUCH YOU CLAIM TO LOVE ME, you couldn’t have a FROST GIANT sitting on the throne of Asgard.” Loki then froze, seeing his father on the floor reaching for him and he quickly got on his knees and started to shake as he observed his father, “guards! Guards, help!” 

The guards ran in and gently lifted Odin, carrying him off to where he will sleep for as long as need be. Loki, however, stayed behind and hugged his legs. 

You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry,” you gently whispered into his ear and Loki shook his head and turned to look at you. 

“None of this is on your shoulders, my princess, the blame is all on Odin.” He growled lowly and accepted your hug with a sad smile, “I’m a monster, after all…” 

“Stop, stop that. You’re no monster. You’re my love, you’re loved Loki! Monsters aren’t loved, they are feared, and I do not fear you!” you stroked his cheek and smiled lovingly at him, standing up and pulling him to his feet, “Now let’s go find Queen Frigga and sort this out, shall we?”  

Loki weakly nodded and headed out the door with you, happily accepting that she loved him and that he wasn’t a monster. As you both walked to Frigga’s room, he noticed that people were staring at him and saluting him in the Asgardian way they would to a King. He felt confused before he realised that he is now King Regent, unofficially, but still King.  

“It’ll take some getting used to, all of this,” you mumbled as a maid curtsied to you, knowing that when Loki takes Gungnir, you will be Queen Regent of Asgard. 

When you walked into Odin’s bed chambers, Loki gravitated toward his side. He had seen an Odinsleep before but not one so drastic as this. He looked pale and so very aged, and Loki could not help but blame himself for doing this to his father, adopted or not.  

“You know, then?” Frigga spoke up and Loki’s eyes darted to her before he nodded in admission. “We wanted to tell you, Loki, but we never had the time to. You were always with Thor, going off on adventures and we couldn’t stop you. Odin wanted you to know but he could never find the right words to say. After what happened with your children, he made me swear that we would never tell you about your Jötun blood.” 

“It wasn’t his right to hide something so important from me, mother.” Loki bit back, watching Frigga hold her breath and then nod sadly, “It wasn’t a burden. You couldn’t have just told me from the beginning? Couldn’t have raised me in my native skin?” 

“But then everyone would’ve found out and another war would’ve waged for you to return to Jötunheim, you don’t belong there…” Frigga countered, meeting her sons’ eyes sadly and Loki sighed. 

“Laufey didn’t want me. Odin made that quite clear.” Loki sighed and looked at the sleeping man, glaring hatefully at the man who had stolen his true life. 

“But was he telling the truth?” you spoke up, your arms crossed, and you were leaning against the bedpost with an indifferent look on your face, “what if he is still using you now? Manipulating your perception of the Jötnar for his own gain so that you will hate them more?”  

“you raise a good point, darling, that does sound like Odin Allfather. Passing on dirty bias onto his children so that they will do his bidding when the time is right. He would expect them to trust him. Even the Jötun runt he took in.” Loki mulled over the thoughts before his head was whipped to the side and he held his cheek in surprise, “Y/N?”  

“You… are not a monster nor are you a runt!” you seethed and Loki stared at you in shock as his cheek started to sting from the slap, “am I clear?” 

“Crystal!” Loki whimpered and you backed off, satisfied. “but there’s still the issue of the throne. Mother? Will you be stepping up as regent?” he asked hopefully. 

Frigga shook her head and held Odin’s hand, “this Odinsleep is not like the others, I fear the worst and so I must implore you to take the throne, Loki. It is what we have trained you for. Thor is banished…”  

As she spoke, the doors to the Odinsleep chambers opened and a lord walked in holding Gungnir and Loki stared at it in shock. 

“Until Odin awakens, you are King. Do us and all of Asgard proud, Loki, my King.” Frigga bows her head and Loki turns to the Lord and hesitantly reaches out, taking Gungnir from him and holding it in his hand, feeling the power that swamped through him. He was powerful before but now that he held Gungnir, his seiðr increased and he revelled in the warmth it gave him. 

Loki bowed his head to Frigga before offering his arm to you, who immediately took his arm, and he walked out of the room. Holding Gungnir, he focused on the seiðr levels in the core of Asgard and found them to be weakening since Odin had announced that seiðr was a meagre set of skills and that only women were to use them. He would need to rectify that but not right now. Now, he headed back down into the Vaults with you and stood before the Casket. 

“Take it home, Lokes, that’ll end the war instantly.” you offered, holding onto Loki’s arm, and smiling softly at him.  

“And risk them taking over all of the realms again? Not a chance. If we limit the use of the Casket, then… perhaps.” Loki replied and watched you sit on the marble floor; your feet dipped in the water in front of it. 

“Meet with Laufey, then.” you spoke, gazing up at him as you leant back against the marble.  

“I could but the only leverage I have is his Casket,” Loki mumbled, pulling the Casket off its podium, and staring down at it.  

“Maybe it’s not? What if Laufey misses his child? What if he is worrying for the child stolen from his temple. Think, Lohk. Why would someone abandon their baby in a temple?” 

“Oh, I know, Y/N!” Loki snapped before sighing. You frowned and stood up, holding his shoulder, and smiling at him with understanding. 

 “I know this is hard for you, Loki,” you mumbled, your eyes filled with the love you felt for him and he glanced away, not feeling worthy of such appreciation.  

“It’s not just hard, I’m King now! There’s so many things that I’m not ready for that are now going to be expected of me,” Loki sobbed, holding onto your hands now in a desperate attempt to ground himself, “the Casket recognises me as one of the Jötnar and it scares me because if it recognises me then so does Laufey and…”  

Loki was interrupted by a guard walking into the Vaults and kneeling before him, one hand over his heart in a fist, “Your Royal Highness, the King of the Jötnar has requested your council.”  

Loki’s heart stopped, he didn’t think Laufey would come so soon but he turned to look at you and you nodded gently so he took a deep breath, grabbed the Casket of Ancient Winters, and nodded to the guard, allowing the man to guide him to the throne room. As he walked, he knew the Jötnar were there because the walls were now lined with ice and his breath showed when he exhaled.  

Sitting down on the throne, Loki peered down at Laufey and his group, “you requested to see me, King Laufey? I assume this is on the threat of war?”  

Laufey regarded him with a careful gaze before stepping forward, noticing how the guards immediately raised their swords to him in defence of the regent king, “I come to discuss the Casket of Ancient Winters, Odinson. Since my treaty with Odin is no longer in effect, I would like to request that you give it back. Jötunheim is dying without its life force and I see no reason why Asgard should host it any longer.”  

“You make a strikingly good argument, King Laufey but I suggest you work on your bargaining skills a bit better before speaking to me. I, Loki, King Regent of Asgard in Odin’s place. Why would you think I would so easily hand over the Casket to someone who knows how to lay waste to lands by merely lifting up that box?” Loki asked with a smirk as he leaned to the side of the throne to allow you to sit beside him and he held your hand behind your back so that Laufey could not see that he needed you for strength. 

Laufey let out a growl and glared at the youngest son of Odin, “Odin dared give you the name of my son. Odin murdered my first-born son after the war as a warning and then took our Casket. Why should I trust you to do anything different from what he did?”  

“Because I am not the senile old King that once sat here. I am Loki. I was born just as the war ended to Queen Frigga. She raised me more than my father and so I have compassion where Odin or my big brother do not. I see your realm for what it is, Laufey, I see it for how it used to be before Odin declared war. I apologise for the wrongdoings of the Aesir that took you away from the protection of the realms. Odin may not realise it, but I do, we need Jötunheim for the Yggdrasil to stay balanced. Without Jötunheim on the Yggdrasil, things will fall into ruin and I do not wish that to happen. With that in mind, I propose a truce,” Loki gave pause, studying Laufey’s expressions thoroughly with a raised eyebrow of false boredom. 

“Another bargain for the peace of your world?” A general behind Laufey huffed out and Laufey held out his hand to stop the general. 

“If it is a truce the false King requests then he shall get it. On what demands, your majesty?” Laufey asked, a sinister smile spreading across his face. 

Loki stilled and made eye contact with his birth father and then he chuckled, “on the demands that you leave Asgard alone, patrol your subjects more thoroughly and in return we shall give you back your Casket.” Loki hesitated for a moment before smirking and standing up, “and perhaps your son when he is ready.” 

Laufey also paused, observing the false king for a proper amount of time before speaking up, bravely keeping his sorrow out of his mind, “my son? My son died when your father waged war on my kingdom. He was slaughtered, made an example of. I had no hope of saving my boy. Now you sit here, Loki Odinson, with my son’s name and I ask... why? Why would Odin agree to give the throne to his spare and then also allow him to make decisions so rash as these are?” 

“As I said before, I am not the old man who wanted to keep peace. I have a level mind, that is true but if you wish for a war then that is what Loki Odinson will give you,” Loki spoke and watched as Laufey took in his words and he chuckled deeply, “has rumour of my lies spread to even the most abandoned Realm? Do you know what I am, King Laufey?” 

Laufey chuckled deeply and shook his head as he watched Loki, “you are a Silvertongue, you lie and manipulate, and you are the dark son of Odin for practicing seiðr without Odin’s consent. You grew from a boy that knew no boundaries of trickery into a perfect Prince. That is all you ever will be. A prince of Asgard.” 

“I am more than just a meagre Prince, King Laufey. You stand before King Loki of Asgard and you will show some respect. Actually, I tire of this conversation. You may leave now; we will discuss this later.” Loki dismissed Laufey and watched as the guards pulled him away from the throne room, hearing the monster growl and try to fight. 

You stood from the throne and stood beside Loki, your hand resting on his shoulder gently and you helped him slow his breathing to one of calm, “you worry too much, my King. Asgard is prospering under your rule and everyone knows you will always be a great King. Offering to exchange peace for their Casket was a brave idea. Give Laufey a few days and see how he thinks about it when those days are done.”  

Loki looked at you and nodded softly, grateful that you were there to keep him balanced.  

~~~~~~~~~

Days passed and slowly, Loki was settling into his place on the throne in Odin’s place. He had talked with the dwarves of Nidavellir and, though begrudgingly, they had agreed to assist Asgard in a war against Jötunheim if it came to that. 

On a peaceful Friday morning, Loki was sat on his balcony overlooking all of Asgard and when he looked down over the railing, he saw that many houses and grand buildings no longer held Odin’s sigil, they held his. The symbol of Loki. A farce. He was not an Odinson, not a legitimate King but they didn’t know that. They only knew him as Loki Odinson and that is how it shall stay until Thor returns and Loki can step down from the throne.  

Joining him at his side, you looked over the golden city with a happy smile on your face. You held Loki’s hand and rested your head on his shoulder, “we have news from Lady Eir, Odin seems to be slipping into a normal Odinsleep now. He should still remain asleep for at least a decade, but Frigga has every faith that you can hold the fort until the King does wake up.” 

“And what of Thor?” Loki asked, his voice unsteady as he looked out to the Bifrost.

“He’s…managing.” you replied and Loki scowled, knowing how Thor could possibly be reacting to becoming a simple mortal now, “he has made a few allies, Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis and Doctor Jane Foster. He seems to be taking a liking to the doctor, but she does not appreciate how ill-mannered he is.”  

Loki snorted and looked to the blue of the sky with a smirk, “no, Thor has never been one for politeness on Midgard. When we went down in the 18th Century, we barely made it out alive.” 

“That is the problem with Thor, he doesn’t learn other world’s customs. He only assumes they are the same as Asgard’s and is really cocky when he is corrected, that is probably why Odin sent him down there, to teach him manners,” you grumbled.

Loki observed his soulmate’s face and grinned, no one had ever agreed with him before. You were also the first one in Millennia that saw him for him and that also agreed with how he saw Thor, it was overwhelming sometimes.  

~~~~~~~~

After a while, Loki led you down to the private gardens reserved only for Queen Frigga and Loki; it had not been used in ages since Queen Frigga had been planning Thor’s coronation and then had been by Odin’s side after he fell into the Odinsleep. Sitting down in the long grass, Loki admired his soulmate and how beautiful you had become over the last century. You had grown into herself, had become more powerful and much more knowledgeable about the world around you. You were a bright girl and challenged Loki in everything he knew from magic to simple tasks such as riding a horse.  

As you sat down, Loki helped you by gently holding your hand and smiling at you and when you were comfortable, he conjured up a picnic blanket and basket, snorting when you slapped him on the arm, “you couldn’t have conjured that blanket up before?!”  

With a shrug, Loki opened the picnic basket and started to eat a sandwich while watching you, “I wanted a reaction and I got it.” He finished his sandwich and barely swallowed it when you growled and pushed him down onto the blanket, holding his tunic in your hand. 

“You really are a trickster, my King, why do I trust you so?” you whispered and Loki chuckled before leaning up and his hand found your cheek. 

“Because you are mine as I am yours, I’d never lie to you, sweet girl,” Loki mumbled, staring deep into your eyes and he noted with a fond look that they seemed to glow with love and pride when he announced his love to you. 

You hummed and quickly leaned down, kissing him softly on the lips before sitting back up and taking out a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses, “it’s been matured for 10 years, the finest of Alfheim according to their Princess.” 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less of Alfheim, to be fair, they always come out with the best of everything and I always find myself so impressed," Loki whispered, taking a sip from his glass as he looked over at you.

You breathed out a laugh and downed the wine before laying down on the blanket to stare at the stars that were beginning to appear. "What if we went to Jötunheim?" you whispered nervously, feeling Loki tense beside you.

"Y/N," Loki groaned, not feeling comfortable with the casual way you brought it up, "Jötunheim is dangerous, you know that. For us to go, it would also leave Asgard defenceless!"

You frowned and rolled over onto your side to face him, watching as Loki did the same to gaze at you. "You heard it, Loki, Laufey wanted you! At least have a conversation with him before deciding against knowing him!"

Loki rolled his eyes and sighed as he reached out a hand and clasped yours gently, his thumb gently rubbing your skin. "Maybe when Odin awakens but I'm not... I'm not ready," he whispered softly and your expression softened at the sight of his vulnerability.

You shuffled closer to him, your eyes fluttering closed as you sealed his lips in a gentle kiss. Loki moaned sweetly against you and his hand snaked down to pull your hips closer to his as his tongue attempted to slide past your lips but you fought back. You boldly straddled your king and dominated the kiss, your tongue sliding into his mouth as your hips rocked against the leathers of his thigh. The friction against your clothed pussy was nearly enough to make you lose your mind but you knew that Loki needed to be taken care of.

Gently, your seiðr washed over him and rid him of his clothes. Bare beneath you, Loki opened his eyes and pulled away from the kiss to stare up at you, his eyes radiating nervousness and vulnerability that made your heart clench for him. "Sweet boy," you purred, cupping his cheek and watching him lean into it, "let me take care of you."

Loki whined and leaned back into the blanket, arms behind his head as he crossed his ankles. Even naked as he was, he held himself like the King he was and deserved to be. You smiled as you began to kiss down his body, watching as his chest rose and fell a little bit faster as you bit down on his hardened nipples and tugged, enjoying the pleasured moan that Loki released.

You peppered kisses down his v-line before making sure you now gave all of your attention to the God's half-hard cock before you. You smiled as you ran your nails down his abdomen, watching Loki hiss in drunken pleasure as his cock twitched at the pain. You pressed a kiss to his tip before taking him down your throat and moaning at the taste of pre-cum on your tongue as he hit the back of your throat. Your eyes fluttered shut as you savoured the delicious taste of Loki's cock in your mouth, filling up every crevice and reminding you that it belonged there.

Slowly, you dragged yourself away until only the tip was between your lips, causing Loki to whine and buck his hips. You smiled as his eyes met yours and you saw the desperation there. Deciding to take mercy, you took him deep into your throat again, enjoying the pleased whine of your King as you pleasured him.

After a while, you could tell that Loki was nearing his end as his breaths got shallower every time that your mouth rose and sunk down on his cock, his abdomen clenching along with his balls which were comfortably resting in the palm of your hand to tease him. Loki's hair was sweaty and clung to his forehead as his fingers clenched at the blanket beside him, his mouth open and spewing whine after whine and deep moans as he rapidly approached his end.

You pulled off just at the last moment and watched as the King moaned in irritation, his hips trying to chase your mouth to regain his glorious orgasm but you sat up on your knees and smirked at him. As Loki heaved a breath, he glared at you before growling and pouncing on you.

"Fucking whore," Loki spat, his submissive side receding to make way for the dominant and angry God above it. His palms locked your hands above your head and he glared down at you, his emerald green eyes aflame with need and impatience, "you just couldn't give me what I want. Now I shall have to take it from you."

You smirked as you relaxed into the blankets, watching as Loki ripped off your dress and your underwear before nudging your legs apart and pulling one of them over his shoulder, gently nudging the tip of his cock against your entrance before pushing inside, moaning deeply as he turned his head to kiss your calf sloppily, his hips lazily thrusting into you.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock began pounding against your g-spot continuously, the angle of your leg over his shoulder giving Loki ample space to be able to get to your weakness without having to adjust himself. Filthy moans fell from your mouth as Loki continued to thrust into you, his brows knotted and moans of his own spilling from his lips as he fucked you.

"L-Loki!" you moaned, watching as Loki lazily gazed down at you, his pace increasing just to watch your eyes snap shut, your eyebrows crease and your mouth form into the beautiful 'o' shape that he was addicted to seeing. One hand fell from holding your hands above your head to gently wrap around your throat in the way that he knew you were addicted to. Still, you gasped and arched up into the touch but breathed out, "can I c-cum? P-please! I've been good!"

Loki huffed out a laugh, his pace picking up to a brutal speed that made your brain turn to jelly and your moans become filthier as you lost control of your filter. You were glad that no one came down the corridor leading to the gardens apart from Frigga so your dignity would still be intact.

"Call me your King," Loki growled, his grip around your neck tightening and you saw stars as that combined with the fast pace of his cock was sending you propelling towards your orgasm. The hand that was caging your wrists above your head dropped to your clit, beginning to toy with it as he glared at you.

One of your hands flew up to hold his wrist at your throat, your mouth agape as Loki stared at you expectantly. "M-My... My K-King! Pl-please let me cum!" you screamed, the coil in your stomach becoming unbearable as you waited for his answer.

Loki's mouth curled into a smirk and his thrusts became sloppier as he reached his own end. "Good girl," he praised, his fingers working your clit faster as he kept his eyes locked on yours, "cum for me, little darling."

Needing no further persuasion, the coil in your core snapped and you were pushed over the edge as a blissful scream filled the air, your cunt clenching hard around Loki and causing him to curse and spill his seed inside you.

Panting, Loki smiled down at you and gently eased your leg off of his shoulder, pulling out of you and gently lifting you up from the blanket. With a rush of seiðr, the both of you were in Loki's chambers and the God settled you into his bed, climbing in beside you and pulling your back flush against his chest. You sighed tiredly and enjoyed the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe.

~~~~~~~~

Hours later, you were roused by soft murmurings but made sure to keep up the ruse that you were asleep, wanting to know what Loki was admitting to you that he couldn't when you were 'awake'.

"Perhaps we should go to Jötunheim when my regency is over," Loki whispered softly, his fingers drifting down your hips and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders, "I'm just... so scared that you'll leave me... You are my dagger, Y/N... I'd cease to exist if I lost you."

Unaware that he knew you were awake, you listened as he continued, "you saw me as I truly am. A Frost Giant monster and yet you still stayed... You slapped me... oh but it turned me on... If the books were right about soulmates, you would be mine... I'm so so lucky to have you..."

With the faintest smile on your lips, you fell back into slumber, unaware that Loki chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head with a gentle whisper, "sleep well, my sweet love."

~~~~~~~~~

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[chiptaylorsfirst]

What He's Thinking About

Word Count: 2,905

Pairing: soft!dom!Charles Xavier x mutant!fem!sub!Reader

Warning: Slight pain kink, fingering, choking, mirror sex, smut, professor kink, pet names, a little hair pulling

Summary: You get a little touchy and flirty during your training with Charles. While he does his best not to show his feelings or emotions, you can't help but to feel the lust growing in him.

A/N: This was meant to be a James McAvoy fic but my fingers just typed the first thing that flew in my mind and I carried on with it. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please send me requests. I'll do James McAvoy, Tom Hiddleston, and Matthew Gray Gubler. This goes for their characters also. Enjoy your day, evening, or night.

You woke up to your alarm clock, already exhausted before the day even truly began. It was 10 o'clock and you had thirty minutes exactly to get ready for training. You all were to work in pairs. Raven worked with Hank, Havok with Angel, Magneto worked with Darwin, and you with Charles. Once you were finally ready, you went outside in the yard as Charles had asked. "Good morning everyone. Today we will be working on your powers along with our usual workout routine. We will work one hour on our powers and another on physical workouts." Everyone understood, already leaving to their partners to practice with. You heard Charles' footsteps behind you and smiled as you were greeted with his pretty blue eyes.

"Which one would you like to do first?" Your eyes lingered on him a little too long and you tried to control your thoughts. You didn't want him to know about how much you you were obsessed with him. "Physical stuff." You lifted weights for a while then let Charles do it as well. You and Charles jogged some miles and then you fought. Charles was just as good as you since he started training more for it. His stamina had increased some and he was stronger. You blocked his attacks well and delivered a few hits in the process. He caught one of your fists and flipped you on the ground. He then pinned you down by your wrists. You became aroused and you felt that his emotions were the same. You reversed your place, now flipping him onto the ground. You slightly straddled him and smirked.

"You lose, Xavier." He chuckled underneath you. "I let you win. Your skills are pretty impressive though." You placed a kiss on his neck. "A token of gratitude from me to you," you said playfully. You saw his blue eyes darken for a split second but instantly turn back to their original color. You both did the training for your powers next but it had been kind of awkward from your last encounter. It was fresh in both of your minds but neither one of you would mention it to the other. You all went to your quarters after the two hours of training was completed. You showered and threw on your robe afterwards. You jumped into your bed, relaxing almost immediately.

You felt a strong sensation of lust and arousal. You tried to fight it off but you couldn't. You realized it wasn't coming from you and immediately knew that it was from Charles. You decided not to try and locate him but to talk to him through his mind. I can feel your attraction, Charles. What are you thinking about? Having sex with you. You felt your blood rush straight down and your cunt was instantly wet. Have I made you uncomfortable? His voice sounded worried and was filled with concern. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable or be upset with him for telling the truth. No, you just made me very turned on and happy that I'm not wearing underwear. His voice chuckled in your mind and you no longer heard his voice speak in your head. You heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N," he called out. You quickly opened the door and made sure it was locked as soon as he came in. He pinned you against the door and kissed you. The kiss was passionate, lust filled, and full of teeth and tongue. You bit his bottom lip and he moaned in return. He pulled on your hair and your fingers tangled through his as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulled back from you, a smile on his face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You toyed with his shirt. "How long exactly?" He looked into space, putting thought into the question. "About five months now. I wanted to tell you but we were so busy with missions , saving the world, and finding mutants that I couldn't find the right time to." You kissed his cheek. "Well this certainly is a good time." You grabbed his hand and led him to your bed. You sat down, waiting to see what he would do.

He stripped himself of his clothing, creating a neat pile on the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His body was beautiful. His abs, muscles, and torso were all lean. His cock was long with just the right girth. It was neatly trimmed and the tip was pink. "So that's what you've been hiding under all of those layers of clothing," you said aloud. "Mhm, you like what you see?" You got off of the bed and walked towards him. "Like would be a large understatement." He touched the cloth of your robe and tugged at it gently. "May I?" "You may." He undid the tie of your robe and took it off of your body. Your robe dropped to the ground and you were fully naked in front of him. His eyes scanned your body for a little while and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He picked you up and placed you on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once I get started, I don't know if I can stop." "I'm very sure," you responded confidently. You were never more sure of anything in your life. He placed kisses on your neck and your collarbone, nibbling it also. You let out a soft moan. He read your mind to find your sweet spot and placed a hickey there. "Cheater," you breathed out quietly. Charles chuckled against your skin. "There are no rules to this. I am allowed to do what I please with you, aren't I?" He was taunting you. He knew he could have read your mind but he decided against it. He wanted you to say it. "Yes." He slid one of his fingers in your core. "Yes what?" "Yes, professor," you said breathily. He placed another finger in and curled them. "You're so wet. Tell me, did I do this to you?" "Yes." His fingers started to move in you. You moaned softly at the feeling of it.

His eyes were darker, just as they had been when you pinned him. He studied your reactions, a smirk on his face. "I need you to look at me." You did as he asked, a moan slipping past your lips as soon as you did it. The sight was so erotic and explicit. This beautiful man was moving his fingers in and out of you and looking into your eyes as he did it. "Professor," you moaned out. "I love those noises you make. It drives me insane." His fingers went deeper, touching that spot no one could ever reach inside you. "Charles, mm, fuck." His fingers went faster. "Yes, sweetheart?" A string of moans came out of your mouth as you felt that knot in your stomach. "I'm cl-close." "Let it go then. Cum for me." A large moan tore from your lungs and your essence gushed out. He took his fingers from you and licked them clean.

"You probably just alerted half of the team," he whispered. "Your fault you're so good." He giggled at that. "Honestly, you'd be surprised at how much that turned me on." He took your hand in his and let you touch his hard cock. You could feel the veins and you collected the pre cum from the tip. You sucked it off your fingers and looked up at him. "Mm, professor you taste so good." He lightly choked you then nibbled your earlobe. He lifted you up and carried you. He grabbed the key to your room before closing your door. "Charles, where are we going?" "Somewhere with more space." He continued walking throughout different halls. "What if someone sees us?" "They can't. I'm controlling it." Your legs were wrapped tightly on his waist and your arms were around his neck. "Why do we need more space?" "You'll see." By the smirk that was on his face, you knew it would be something fun and exciting but you didn't know what.

You could feel that his emotions were alike to yours, arousal and excitement. He walked into his library and you looked at him confused. He read your mind. Not in the library, no. That's for another day. You looked at him surprised, now wondering what day it was for. "You mean this isn't a one time thing?" He frowned at your question. "Of course not. I love you and I want a relationship with you forever. I don't plan on just fucking you then leaving." You looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Charles. I mean, I really do. But, when are we going to you know in the library." He chuckled at you then kissed you. The kiss was tender and loving. His tongue slipped in your mouth and it wasn't a fight for control, just a loving expression. "Mm, it's a surprise." He continued carrying you. You both were at the back of the library when he unlocked a door. He closed it behind him and smiled. "This is the room," he stated.

There was a large couch in the room as well as a carpeted floor. It was a mirror room but not like at carnivals. It only consisted of five mirrors. There was a mirror for each side of the couch. One in the front, one in the back, one on the left, and one on the right. The other mirror was on the ceiling above the couch and it was the same size of it. "How many people have you brought here, Charles?" "Only you." He placed your body on the couch and smiled. He went to a drawer that was also in the room and pulled out two condoms. He walked over to you and placed one on the side of the couch. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He slipped the condom on his length and got on top of you. He slipped inside of you and the both of you moaned at the feeling. "I want you either looking at me or into a mirror." You did as he asked and looked into the ceiling mirror. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He started at a medium pace, making sure his thrusts were sharp and deep. He placed a few hickies on your neck, making you moan a bit louder. You scratched his back and groans spilled from his mouth. "Fuck, Y/N." His eyes were on your face. You liked that you could see his back muscles in the ceiling mirror and it kind of turned you on. He hit your g spot repeatedly and your back arched from the couch. Scratch marks were developing on his back as he continued fucking into you. Your toes curled as he went faster. "Mm, professor, yes." He let out more moans, grunts, and groans at the sound of your voice. He placed your legs on his shoulders and went at a faster pace. You could feel him in your stomach and you loved the angle. You saw stars and your eyes were starting to tear from the pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well." "Mm, Charles. I'm," you started. He went impossibly faster. "I know, sweetheart. Go ahead and let go for me. Just let go." He punctuated his thrusts for his last sentence and he covered your mouth.

Your muffled moans were music to his ears and you felt his cock twitch. His voice let out guttural moans and it was now rugged. His cum shot out from his cock and he removed the condom. He grabbed the other one and slipped it on himself once again then turned to you. He looked into the mirror at his back and sighed. "Damn, you really enjoyed it." Your face was flushed as you nodded your head. "Couldn't help myself." He walked over to you again but didn't get on top of you. "I want you to ride me, okay?" You got up and let him lay on the couch. He looked so gorgeous. His hair was messy and slightly damp from sweat. His face was red and flushed almost like yours. His eyes were still that darker blue. You lowered onto him and let out moans at the feeling of his cock. You started a slow pace and he followed the rhythm that you set. You opted to look at him instead of the mirror. You were met with his blue eyes looking at you. You placed hickies on his neck, enjoying his moans that he let out. He made it obvious that he was still in charge although he was underneath you.

His nails dug into your hips as you bounced on him at a faster pace. He removed his hands from you and started to twirl your nipples. More moans spilled from your mouth. Your nails raked along his chest and he let out a long moan. "Mm, Charles, mmm." His hands were back on your hips, keeping you from losing your balance. You were slowly approaching your high and you decided to lose yourself all the way. You went as fast as you could and you felt Charles rutting into you. "Fuck, you're so good," he breathed out. His hand wrapped around your neck and he applied a little bit of pressure. You continued and your body jolted. "Who do you belong to?" You moaned out. "You, professor, mm." He hugged your body and pulled you closer to him. "You belong to who?" He bucked into you faster and you bit his shoulder. "Charles Xavier, mmm ugh." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he sat up. "Cum with me, sweetheart." You bit into his shoulder as you came and he followed suit. You crawled off of him, whimpering at the loss of contact.

He got off of the couch and threw away the used condoms. He then sighed as he saw your tired body and the mess you made on the couch. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him. "Was that fun for you?" "Mhm," you responded. "I think you like pain, Charles." He walked out of the room and into the library, already creating his illusion. "I do but only when it's from you." He walked into the hallway. "So I'm your special girl?" "Most definitely, and no one else." You smiled to yourself at the statement. "What will we tell the others?" "I guess that we are now dating and in a relationship. It really isn't that complicated," he responded. "Where do you want to go." You thought for a second. "Can we go to the beach or something?" "I have just the spot in mind." He carried you through the halls until he met your door. He unlocked it then opened it.

He placed your body on your bed and came back with a wet cloth to clean you. He then cleaned himself and smiled as he looked at you. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser. "This is the key to the mirror room for whenever you want to go there again and I will give it to you as soon as I clean the couch." He placed a kiss on your forehead and collected his clothes from your bedroom floor. "Okay, but please come back after you're done. You are my boyfriend now, remember?" "Yes, and I'm never forgetting. I'll be back. I promise." After a few minutes, you were met with a knock on your door again. "Charles, is that you," you responded. You heard a small pause and you concentrated on using your power. Whoever was outside of the door felt surprised and confused. "No, I'm just here to tell you that dinner's ready," Raven said. "Not to intrude, but do you and Charles have something going on?" You sighed at the question.

You walked to the door and cracked it open just so she could see your face. "I'm not supposed to tell you this until tomorrow but me and him are dating now." She quietly giggled. "So you two are a thing?" You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Gosh, we sound like middle schoolers. Yes, we're together and please don't tell anyone. I don't want him upset." She smiled at you. "I won't. See you at dinner." "You too." You shut the door and went through your drawers for clothing. You heard a knock on your door and sighed. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" You heard Charles' voice and you opened the door for him. "What happened?"

This time he had clothes on and he closed the door behind him. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser and sat on the bed. "Raven came to tell me that dinner's ready and she wants us to go." He sighed at your statement. "Okay, dinner then we go to the special place I wanted to show you." You kissed him briefly and smiled. "Sounds like a deal." The plan followed out smoothly and once your relationship was announced, everyone was supportive and congratulated you. You were happy to have Charles and he was happy to have you.

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[november-rayne]

The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.  

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.”  You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.” 

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

 He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

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