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Bad Touch

Scumbag!Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, Dom/Sub, Yandere themes, Dacryphilia, and Mindbreak.

Word count: 5k+

Commission for: @keilemlucent (my pal <3)

Against your own will, you're under the care of a dangerous hero. You refuse to go along with his insane wishes. He loses his patience.

bad touch: n. alludes to being sensual with someone against their will (i.e. sexual harassment)

You have a diamond heart. You’re made of pure diamond. A magnificent gem that triumphs in toughness compared to other stones. Pressure serves no match to you, you could remain in a controlled state of panic to complete any stress-inducing task. You were a problem solver who knew how to handle things. Hurtful comments didn’t get to you. No one and nothing could crack your durable exterior.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean that you are invincible to scratches. Under ‘perfect’ conditions, a diamond can scratch and chip like a plain mirror. Place it under a steel hammer, and it’d shatter like a wine glass.

Hawks was your hammer.

You’re not broken yet. That monster of a man has at best scathed the surface of your resilience, but you can tell you’re beginning to tread on thin ice. He’s running out of patience every day you refuse to speak, glance or even regard him. He’s gone as far as to raise his voice in his attempts to mold you into an obedient ladylove. Then after he quickly tries to use the old ‘good cop bad cop’ routine, hugging you with tender holds, acting apologetic.

He seems more emotionally affected by his own actions--or, perhaps he’s just a good actor. It confused you. With the psychological mind games, you can imagine he’s a terrifying interrogator when he uses brute, physical force. Which doesn’t appear to be too far away in your future, as he constantly reminds you. Those reminders have increased in daily quantity.

Hawks has been on edge lately, quick to get angry at your ‘silliness.’ It seems that his inability to make a dent in you has frustrated him. You pride yourself on lasting this long without losing your mind, but you’re starting to fear for your safety. So far this whole kidnapping bullshit has been painless. A bit like plucking hairs; not fun, and quite exhausting.

On his end, he claims it’s a lot like pulling teeth. He’s threatened to yank out a few of yours on more than one occasion.

One of the more difficult times often occurs during dinner. He tries to feed you, and offer you every drink he has in his fridge. Buys you an array of food, from five star meals to fast food. Fresh, organic vegetables to sweet desserts to coax you into appreciating his efforts. You eat when you’re starving, for your own survival. After a while of not eating, of course you eventually gave in. You figured that as long as you continue to allow him to provide your basic necessities, you could survive. In spite of that, you knew you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too. You saw it coming. He began expecting you to display some level of affection in return for ‘keeping your belly full.’

He had wanted you to say, ‘I love you.’ You scowled and shook your head at that request. He was trying to get through whatever cracks he saw. Not wanting to allow him to break that part of your resolve, you refused any and all requests to speak. This irked him.

It became clear that he was wanting more. He started asking you to give him a kiss. Every damned meal, for breakfast, lunchtime and dinner, the bastard would ask for one. You said nothing.

Well, his recent shitty mood and your sparse advancement in cooperation has become a poor match. He’s begun to push it, and he’s not liking the resistance.

Earlier for lunch you ate some large chicken tenders, with a big glass of water. You even caved and ate the orange he offered as extra incentive for another kiss. The both of you must have noticed you were starting to show signs you were running low on Vitamin C, such as your drying skin and the slowly healing bruise you got from falling off the bed when you tried to wrestle away from his needy clutches. You only ate the orange for the sole reason that you needed it. He must have taken that as a sign you were beginning to bend to his will.

“Come on, darling. It’s cheesecake! Have you tried cheesecake before?” He’s trying hard to remain upbeat.

You stay silent.

He slides a plate of pasta over, covered with cheesy goodness and rich with olive oil. “What about this? Ah? Yeah? Smells good, don’t it?”

You say nothing at all.

“Okay, okay. You’re probably lactose intolerant, like me. I’d still eat it, but to each their own.” He breathes deeply, brushes a shaky hand through his hair, then places a bowl of ice cream with a hot brownie sitting in the middle, topped off with whipped cream. “What about some good ol’ ice cream brownie?”

A slow blink is all you give.

“Really? None of these? I’d go nuts for these.” He stares at you with a strained grin, wiggling a spoon in front of you. “You can never be too hungry…! C’mon…! Some little extra, yummy goodness for your cute belly, and all you have to do is give me a big smooch on the lips!”

Your eyes close. You can hear the metaphorical kettle in your head start to whistle.

Hawks sighs audibly, his furry brows twitching, threatening to form a frown. His wings twitch violently. “I know you think I'm mean, but I’m not trying to be!” The hero tugs on your limp arm, intertwining his fingers with yours. He puts emphasis on certain words, speaking to you as if you were a toddler. “All things considered, I think you’re being meaner than me!”

Oh, good. He’s self aware. You’re not sure if that's a good thing.

No matter. You try to ignore him.

The spoon clatters to the table. The sound causes you to flinch, your eyes snapping open to meet his glaring ones.

“...What about another orange?” His voice sounds low, his words quiet. Like he’s gritting his teeth.

You shake your head, stiff. Your eyes show terror. Your face screams hatred.

“What a waste of time, arguing with me.” He blames you, as if you didn’t want to get out of the situation. “Fine. No dessert for you. Just kiss me, damn it, so we can get you ready for bedtime.”

Scrunching your eyes, you prepare for his kiss of death. It doesn’t come. Seconds pass, your eyes peeling open to see the bastard’s disgruntled face.

“My baby, you didn’t hear me did you? Poor thing, all my yelling must have made you go hard of hearing…” He says with such sincerity, it’s hard to distinguish if it’s sarcasm. “Let me repeat myself… Ahem. I said, kiss me so that we can get you into bed.”

Bullshit. You frown at him. He’s supposed to kiss you. You’ll tolerate nothing else.

“Just one kiss. That’s all I’m asking for…!” He’s seething silently.

As he expects, you do nothing.

As you should have expected, he grabs you by the neck and slams your head down into the table. The side of your face collides heavily with the surface of the table, your head bouncing, ricocheting off it like a plastic ball. The recoil from the impact felt a lot like whiplash. You’re paralyzed in shock, sudden pain and fear crippling you from any movement or thought.

You want to cry out in agony, curse at him for being an utter, deplorable demon.

Instead, you sit tharn while the hum of white noise fills your ears. You struggle to spur yourself from your petrification.

“I’ll take your silence as your surrender...” He half smiles-half glowers at you. “Are you going to do as you’re told, or do I need to do that again...?”

The room is spinning, double vision slowly fading. A single, quick head slam. Such power in it. Your cheek burns, throbbing with hurt. Your head feels like it’s going to burst. You don’t think you take another one without passing out. So very slowly, you manage to shake your head up and down.

“Look at that. Much faster results.” He pets the back of your head, bringing his face close to yours. It’s clear in his now softer voice and eyes he’s feeling somewhat remorseful. Though it’s also likely it’s just part of a deceptive act.

Your lip quivers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do that… You left me no choice! Come here, poor baby… Kiss me, and I’ll make it all go away.”

You have no choice. You don’t want to experience that awful pain again, neither do you want to fall unconscious. If he’s reached as far as to hurt you, there’s no telling what else he’d do. Suppressing the vomit in the back of your throat, you frailly offer your trembling lips to him.

Immediately, he beams with happiness. There’s a smug smile on his dastardly, ruggish face. He doesn’t spare you the torment of closing the gap himself, however. You're truly forced to go all the way. It takes all the spirit you can muster to put your own lips on his, you feel like you’re doing a horrible thing. Committing a crime. Once your lips graze his, you’re dirty. You want to wipe your entire face off, right in front of him so he knows how much you despise it.

Then the tip of his tongue touches yours. You lurch back, an instinctive move that couldn't have been prevented even if you tried.

He looks unhappy. “Now, now, little feather…”

His hand moves a fraction of an inch towards you. You can’t stop yourself. You speak.

“Don’t…” you cheep.

There’s a mixture of emotion in Hawks’ expression. Shock, confusion. Even pride. His feathers are sticking up, shifting around in excitement. The ends of his lips round upwards into another cutthroat smile. “...What was that?”

What a nonsensical thing for him to say. You hear him listening to recordings of you all day. No matter. He’s clawed his way in, and dragged you out. Your dignity was all you had left, a teaspoon of which remained. A teaspoon of which you were about to feed him.

He scooches closer, to your dismay. “There's that sweet, musical voice I missed so much! Go on, repeat it!”

You know damn well he heard what you said. He has the best hearing on this planet, he just wants more power of you, the greedy bastard. You hate him. You hate yourself for being afraid of him.

He leans back, tapping his chiseled, scruffed chin with a finger. “...Alright. I feel like it was a bit too harsh... I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to go to bed?”

You nod.

“Okay, sweetie,” he says softly, kissing you on the forehead.

You don’t understand him. You’ll never understand him. He’s bargaining with you, mentally. Playing mind games with you, controlling you with fear and making you feel safe with kindness. You’re caught between wanting to play this game with him for the sake of staying free from his wrath, and trying to gain back your resolve. You know, though, that once this devil of a man has a taste of what he wants--he will never stop.

Your options are limited. You think about them all night long. You can’t sleep. You’re too scared for the future. Today was a turning point, the tides are in his favor. He’s found a way to get to you. He’s not afraid to get ugly anymore.

You haven’t given up yet. If you’re smart enough, you can turn this around. You saw a flicker of regret in his eyes.

You can beat him at his own game. At the very least, you’ll try.

Things have changed a lot since he first hurt you. It’s been quite a while since then, too.

Your plan failed. Although he never said anything to show it, he saw you through your plan to psychologically manipulate him. You should’ve known better.

You’d feign innocence and panic, hoping to string out some sort of sympathy from him. Get him while his guard was down, guilt him into not being forceful with you. Instead of backing down like you’d hope he would, he’d lose his goddamn mind. Shake you around some, yank at your hair, grab you by the upper so hard there’s a mild indentation now. Verbal abuse was common, condescension spat left and right. His reactions were unprecedented. Completely unforeseen. He’d become a scourge in the cruelest sense of the word.

Eventually, your acts of apprehension and fear slowly became reality. They weren’t a planned, tactical form of manipulation anymore, you were fucking scared.

He only returned to his sweeter self when you behaved. After you yielded to him. After he wore you down enough to get inside you, defiling you. He commended you, cooed at you for being ‘such a good girl,’ You didn’t let it bother you so much because you’d go insane if you did. Things went way smoother that way. It revolted you how easily you were changing to fit his mood. Your reasoning was, well... In the simplest words, if the devil was happy, he wasn’t angry. If the devil wasn’t angry, he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t like to get hurt. So you keep him happy.

You stopped trying to make sense of anything. If anything, you stopped caring. The deeper you thought about it, the more you felt bad for yourself. The more it made your head hurt.

Headaches were kind of like your superpower, however. You began to develop an innate sense of when Hawks was getting frustrated with you. Whenever you got that sense that he was a tad titulated, you got worried. You could tell by the shift in the atmosphere. His face sometimes, too; lidded, sharp eyes that expected your attention. The stress would make your head pound. Once that tension would come rushing to your head, you knew to stay on the defense. You were to do as he says with as little retaliation as possible. Your headache would leave once your gut told you he was… satisfied?

It was unfortunate that the headache you had now was one of the worst you’ve felt.

Today, he was having a bad day playing hero. Bunch of punks scuffed his leather boots, gave him a hard time so he says. He’s angry as Hell, your sense tells you.

“I’m tellin’ you, sweet thing, today was just the worst…” he complains with a cruel smile. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me and help me relieve some of my stress…?”

Your knees are weak, unsteady. You don’t want to stand up.

You wanted to tell him he was rattling you. If he’s going to use you while he’s angry, he’s going to be vicious. You remember the last time he fucked you for some stress relief. He was rough with you, and you were in so much pain for days. That’s not fair to you. You’ve done everything he’s asked. You’ve eaten his meals, given him attention, showered him affection. He’s supposed to be kind.

“He leans over your shoulder, wings unfolding behind his back, casting a dark shadow over you. “Sweetie. When I tell you to do something, you shouldn't dawdle. You’re not a child.”

Ironic for him to say that, considering how much he treats you like one.

“Please…” The word comes out as an undertone.

“Hm?” His pupils widen.

“Please don’t be mean…” you plead, lowering your head.

“Awwoh, cutie... You don’t like it when Hawks is scary?” he purrs at you, brushing his hand over your cheek.

Your hand curls around his wrist, begging for mercy. “Don’t be rough… Please...”

His boisterous laugh makes you flinch. “Don’t be rough, you say... Scared of a little pain? Don’t you want your lover to feel good, to feel better?”

Your head is spinning. You cannot even begin to grasp what he’s saying.

He lifts you off the chair, kicking it away. “Tough. Patience is for chumps, kiddo. I need that mouth of yours.”

You’re forced on your knees, your face inches away from his pelvis. To your surprise, he doesn’t have a hard-on yet.

He begins taking off his belt, the clinking painful to your ears. His wings are spread out, almost to their full length. Maybe he’s trying to intimate you further, one of his predatory instincts. With wings like his, he’s more demon than human or animal.

You like to think he truly is a monster.

Belt removed, a pair of ruby feathers take it to the chair. He places his hands on his svelte hips, waiting. His teeth peek out from his smile, watching the realization build on your shy face.

“Meager as always, aren’t we?” he chuckles darkly. “You know I like it when you take it out…”

No, he just likes watching your hands shake as you raise them to unbutton his cargo trousers. To humiliate you further, he juts his hips out more, his growing bulge bumping the tip of your nose. You don’t dare grimace, knowing he’d only do it again to spite you.

“Alright, that’s enough.” His pants pulled down enough to his liking, it bunches at the midway of his hips. Not too low that it sags uncomfortably, not too high that it would make it difficult for you to take out his ever growing erection.

It’s nothing new, his choice of briefs. Pure black as his near-slit like pupils, with golden ‘H’s’ printed over the material from the front to the back. To wear one’s own branded underwear, it’s a obvious sign of how full of themselves they can be. Hawks’ never-ending display of egotism could set world records, a feat you know he’d be proud of.

“Go on, sweetheart… Don’t tell me you aren’t dying to get a taste of me?” He shoves your face into him, rubbing himself around your mouth.

The heavy scent of his musk can’t be contained by his briefs. It goes right up your nostrils, loosening a few screws in your head. Every time you got a whiff of his natural smell of arousal, your sense of autonomy seemed to fade. An indescribable feeling, being mentally held hostage. It was bad enough he psychologically gnawed at what was left of your once strong mind, it was in his damned biology to do it. Aware of your own thoughts and actions, your body still reacts according to what registered in your mind, hormones taking control. As involuntary arousal heightens, your body began sending off hormones to feed him.

Pheromones colliding, it seemed the same was happening to him. His aggressive nature instigated, coupled with his ‘bad day,’ he was already being rough with you. Stuffing your face full of his clothed cock, he made sure you could feel him throbbing, pressing the length of his dick so hard against your nose it was painful.

“Mmmm, hahaha… I like that look on your face. You look like you want to cry, it’s cute,” he says, tilting your head back to get a good look at your expression. “What’s the matter, baby? Am I smothering you with too much cock? It ain’t even out yet!”

You take a deep breath.

His hands come around the back of your head, keeping you close to his pelvis to prevent you from backing away. “Pull ‘em down. Use your teeth.”

It takes a lot of effort on your end to pull them down enough, the waistband so tight it snaps from your teeth a few times. He praises your effort in the most praise-less way possible, letting his fat, engorged cock smack your face. It sticks to your face like a wet sock, his balls hitting your chin with a slight sway.

His scent is so powerful. He’s awful, chuckling at your whimpers as he unsticks his cock.

Your lower lip trembles, your eyes watery.

Oh. That grabs his attention.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Is… Is my baby girl getting teary-eyed?”

Hawks stares at your eyes as if they were long, lost jewels. He’s never seen you cry before. He’s never made you cry before. His cock spurts precum at that. He liked making you cry. Those were long awaited tears he never knew he was waiting for.

“Now that… makes me horny.” He growls, keeping one hand on the back of your head and the other to guide his dick into your mouth.

His sadistic pleasure in your tears, knowing he’s going to destroy your mouth with no pity… it brings to tears. You sniff and sob as his cock fills your mouth, your quiet cries stifled.

His cock doesn’t make it too far in, the length of him not easy to swallow. You cough, your gag reflex kicking in. He pushes in, but you fight against him. One buck of his hips, and you retch violently around him. He lets up only an inch, groaning at the way you sputter around him. Additional tears run down your cheeks, forming from your gagging.

“Suck this dick like a good girl…” He thrusts his hips in and out of your mouth, desperately wanting to get deeper. He moans and flaps his wings gently, enjoying the sloppy sounds of you choking on him. “I love feeling the roof of your mouth, but I wanna feel your throat.”

Unpitying, the bastard urges you to take more. The constant forcefulness eventually causes your throat to ease up, allowing you to deepthroat him. Your sinuses open up, your nose runny and burning. His balls make messy claps against your chin, foamy saliva clinging to them.

“That’s it, pretty girl, mmmm…” he grunts, speeding his thrusts up. “You keep that throat open, keep those tears coming…! You don't wanna be baaad, do you?”

He demands you to keep choking on him. There’s no choice in the matter, unless you want to die choking on a big dick that insists on reaching the back of your throat--and it does. You close your eyes from the pressure, until Hawks taps on your temple with a finger.

“I said, keep those tears coming! I want to see those precious, wet eyes…” He coos cruelly.

Your watery eyes, streaming hot tears, connect with his. His eyes are squinted, perhaps from focus. The sharp, black markings around his inner and outer canthi give them a more keen mien. He reads your intimidated demeanor like an open book, taking pleasure once more in his power over you. He’s a scumbag and he knows it.

But he also smells the arousal coming from your inner thighs.

Your torture stops. His cock is removed from your throat rather quickly. You’re left dizzy and nauseous, the familiar mist of horny fully clouding your thoughts. Wobbly from what was practically asphyxiation, you collapse onto your forearms in a slight daze. You use the short time to wipe away the tears smearing your vision. Rustling sounds grab your attention right after, somewhere behind you. You don’t get a chance to see what’s happening. You feel it, instead.

Hawks is downright nude. He’s mounting you like an animal mounting his mate, his smooth chest pressing on your back. His heavy cock is jabbing your clothed mouth as if it has a mind of its own, seeking the warmth of your wet, gooey cunt.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, darling, they’re such a nuisance.”

He grabs the bottom of your shirt, yanking it over your head gracelessly. It gets stuck over your head, under your neck. You wonder if he’s going to purposely leave it, which you wouldn’t mind. Better than having to see his rotten face.

Sadly, he gives it a good tug, removing your safe haven. Your pants, too, come off. He’s not gentle with those either, peeling them off like you would with a doll. Manhandling you with no regard. Though, you suppose that’s just how Hawks views you. His little plaything that he adores.

Once again, you’re stuck between a hammer and anvil. You foresee a very brutal fucking. The throat fucking you barely survived was just the tip of the iceburg. Your brain is more or less on autopilot, but you’re paralyzed. A similar state in animals is often referred to as ‘tonic immobility,’ a last resort little critters such as rabbits use when they find themselves in inescapable danger. Almost like playing dead. Even if you did try to fight him you’d end up in a world of hurt, so perhaps deep down you’re simply sensible enough. It’s best to let nature run its course.

“You’ve gotten so good at following directions, baby feather…” He observes your quiet stance on all fours. “You really wanna be a good little girl and take Hawks’ pounding!”

In a way.

He mounts you once more, assuming his vulgar position on top of you. Cock wagging, bobbing up and down, its slick head bumps your leaky folds. His hand wraps around the base, ushering it to line up where he wants it.

You keen as the head breaches your pussy with a squelch, a sound Hawks moans at. He’s big, trying to force himself in despite the clear resistance. His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you down and back to impale you on his dick. Your walls give and widen to let him in, his cock sheathing to the hilt. You gasp from the fullness, he groans from the tightness.

Your nails dig deep into the floorboards, a sad attempt to anchor yourself. You keep your sights on the floor, staring at your shadows. The bastard’s giant wings look humongous, giving your shadows an ugly, deformed shape. Like a biblical figure of sorts, with blood-dipped feathers raining down.

“You take ol’ Hawks’ cock soooo damn well, don’t you, baby girl?” his breath is ragged in your ears, his chin tickling your neck.

You’re shaking, tears pricking the corner of your eyes for the second time. “Mercy…”

He ignores you, focusing on your body’s grateful clenches. Adjusting his knees, widening your knees apart more, he begins moving his hips rapidly. A short brief period of slow thrusts quickly turned into a pounding. Every drive into you brings your head close to the ground, your hands almost unable to keep you upright. If it weren’t for his raptor grip on your sides, you’d surely bang your forehead. His cock hits your gummy cervix with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. With how hard he was pummeling past your poor walls, you’d think he was trying to burst past it.

“God damn, I needed this… I needed this so bad.” He pants, his tongue unfurling like a dog’s. His wings, fluttery and uncurled, twitch wildly behind him.

Jostling your innards shouldn’t feel as good as it does. You can’t deny that Hawks isn’t good at fucking, but he’s definitly selfisn about it. He can also be vile when he wants to, gets a kick out of it sometimes. It’s nasty and agonizing--but it beats getting choked out until you submit.

Your body can’t take it anymore. Your arms become too weak, too sore to hold up your upper half. You end up slouching forward, in a downward dog position. With the side of your face on the floor, you’re getting a mild burn on your cheek from the friction. He feels bigger like this, and has better control in angling his thrusts.

You let him have his way. Hawks seems to like the change in position. He rambles about how wet you are, how good you feel with your ass up in the air. He wants more however, and moves one of his legs up beside you This way, he has an even deeper reach. By now, your cervix must be bruised. Taking hit after hit, serving as a tender cushion for his cock. He brushes past your sweet spot though, after so long. You wonder if he’s always known where it is, and he just chooses to be an asshole.

You let out a strained mewl, blinking away tears that your captor laps up.

“What’s that, baby feather? You’re close?” He avoids hitting your cervix, hitting your special spot with vigor. “This where you like it? Yeah, I can tell by the way you clench… I can fucking feel that...”

His balls, rounded with his seed, hit your clit more frequently. His pace speeds up, your creamy cunt constricting him most pleasurably. The gluttonous pig only lets you have your end when he’s close to his.

“Tell your hero when you’re close, sweetheart…” he groans deep into your ear, huffing. “Because I’m about to blow my fuckin’ load. An’ I’m not in the mood to help you reach it after I’m spent!”

You’re gasping for air, crushed under his weight. Draping over your shoulders are his massive wings, a blanket you didn’t need when you were already hot and sweaty. They don't stay there for long, they lift up and flap intermittently. You take this as a sign that he’s indeed very close.

His efforts increase, until he’s essentially fucking you into the floor. He brings a hand over to your clit, rubbing it with his fingers furiously. You yelp, jerking under him from the overstimulation. Nothing but cock on your mind, you announce how close you are to your orgasm. It doesn’t matter, you cum immediately. What surprises you the most is how you cum; you’re squirting, creating a pool of clear liquid underneath you.

“Ohhoho, that’s a funny sensation…!! Fuck, that’s so hot--hahh… Hahh, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming, baby, you’re gonna take my cum you sweet angel--!” His ramblings are cut short. A gush of his semen shoots into you, taking hold in the deep pockets of your puny cunt. Leftovers spew out, joining your mess on the floor.

He pulls out, allowing a mixture of fluids to pour out. His fat cock acted like a plug, keeping everything inside you. He hums to himself, eyeing the nice little creampie he gave you.

“Now that… is how you make a man happy.” He slumps down on the ground, laying on his side.

You lay on your side as well, depleted of all energy. You stare at the puddle of cum on the floor, a mess you’d be the one to clean.

You’re suddenly pulled towards him, into his hold. You remain limp, not bothering to speak either. You have no words, you never do.

“See? You were making such a damned fuss, yet you took me like a champ! Maybe we should fuck like that all the time… Like animals.”

You shudder.

Hunted Down (Yandere Hawks/Keigo Takami x Reader)

Love wasn’t something that you could run from.

Hawks had told you that time and time again, reminding you constantly that love wasn’t something that just stood by patiently. No, it was something that ran after what it wanted, that refused to stop until it got it. In the beginning, when he had tried to teach you about love, it had been to let you know just how pointless running would be. It was to show you that you would never be able to escape him or his love for you.

But it was only now, as you ran through the woods, stumbling over roots and skidding in the mud, that you realized the full truth of what Hawks had been telling you. As much as he loved having you with him—keeping you with him—his love was predatory, something that needed to keep moving. It was not content to simply soak in having you there, as wonderful as it was. Not when chasing you gave Hawks a thrill like nothing else in life.

No, Hawks and his love needed to hunt.

That was what you had realized when Hawks had set you back down on the ground just outside this forest, having left his apartment and the city far behind. Folding in his wings, he had reached out to brush a lock of your hair, his calloused hand stroking your cheek as he did so. Not quite sure what to make of either his actions or that gleam in his eyes, you had just stood there, awaiting an answer.

“You get a ten-minute head start,” was all that he said, not offering any more explanation than that, not even as you stood there for several long moments. At first, you were only trying to figure out what he meant. Once you realized it though, you continued to stand frozen, unable to tell if he was serious. But then, after you took one step back, and then another and another, all the while he stayed in the same spot, staring at you with that same exhilarated grin, you suddenly tore off, not looking back.

Exactly how long ago that had been you weren’t sure. Had it been five minutes? Or had it been nine? Was he already after you? Had he been this whole time? Were those crunching leaves and snapping twigs caused by animals, or by the winged hero, determined to make the chase more of a challenge by staying earthbound, considering how certain he must have been that he would catch you? Were those creaking branches simply waving in the wind, or were they being pushed aside by the gust of Hawks soaring past?

Each one of those questions pounded in your head with each step that you took, and every other second you swore that you saw Hawks through the trees. He was teasing you, you could feel it, keeping his distance just enough to make you think that you might have a chance, when deep down you knew the truth. You knew it even as you tore through the undergrowth, pushed yourself past countless trees. It was unavoidable when his gaze was boring down on you from god-knows-where. The truth was that no matter how far you got, how safe you thought you were, his love would never stop chasing you, he would never stop chasing you. He—

“Caught you.”

His voice was just at the shell of your ear, so soft that at first you thought that you might have imagined it. But when you felt his wings begin to encircle you, felt his arm wrap tightly around your waist to make you turn to face him, you knew that it was over. Taking one look at Hawks’ hungry gaze, you knew that you had never had a chance, not when you were up against the full force of his love. And when Hawks saw that realization dawn in your eyes, too big for you to push aside or hide from anymore, his grin only grew wider.

“That was fun,” he murmured, lifting your chin so that your lips just barely brushed against his, a predator sampling his captured prey. “Want to play again?”

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stephykooh

1 year ago

The Variant

Written By: LokisLittleMisfit

Characters: Loki x Reader

Contains: smut, praise, bondage, fingering, m/f sex, public sex and more…

Plot: So this was a reader request they asked for “Smut with a sprinkle of plot” and they got just that. Basically y/n is a TVA agent training under Mobius and comes face to face with President Loki, smut ensues. Enjoy!

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I didn't exactly love my job at the TVA but I didn't hate it either, I was bored and I longed for more adventure but Mobius would never allow that he was far too protective of me. I reminded him of someone though he couldn't quite pin point who since he still didn't know much about his life before he was determined to be a variant and sentenced to a lifetime of servitude to the TVA. I was what you'd call a pencil pusher, a desk jockey and I wasn't built for it in my opinion I felt like I would have been better as a hunter but Mobius disagreed as he felt I had the heart and mind of am agent which was funny considering I was a detective before the TVA came for me and I wanted so badly to go back to my life there but I was meant to die so it couldn't happen.

On rare occasion I would get to go out into the field to pick up another variant and vet them to see what was the right course of action, I often wondered how many lives Mobius and I saved that way since we had almost completely rid the TVA of pruning. Today more boring files came across my desk to examine, a soccer mom, a bored housewife, an old fat CEO the same old thing again and again but as I sat hunched over my desk disgruntled and frustrated a group of hunters rushed by surrounding someone who was obviously trouble.

"I am a god you idiots!" he shouts.

A god? I think "This is absurd!" I hear as a hunter runs up to Mobius.

"Sir, we found one, we found a Loki" she informs him.

"A Loki?!" I repeat excitedly.

"Oh no, you're staying right there kiddo" Mobius commands.

"What?! No! I'm your partner, and in training! You have to take me" I insist.

Mobius sighs and rolls his eyes at me "Fine, but don't talk to him" he demands.

"Not a word" I nod jumping up to follow him to the time theater they've placed the variant in.

"You are way too excited about this" Mobius comments .

"Well its exciting" I reply.

"No its not, Loki's are a pain in the ass, nothing but mischief and trouble with a smart mouth" Mobius argues.

"You sure I can't talk to him?" I tease.

"Not a word, I mean it" Mobius says sternly.

"Fine" I huff following him through the large doors into the theater.

The variant sat in a small white chair near the table in the center of the room or maybe the chair was regular sized compared to how tall and lanky he was, he wore a dark green 3 piece suit and a horned crown rested on the front of his head as well as a button on his lapel that read 'Loki for President' then there was his hair, dark and curly and his deep emerald eyes seemed to pierce right through me.

“Ah, hello" his voice was husky almost like a growl "Aren't you a pretty little thing?" he purrs.

"No, you don't talk to her, you talk to me, capiche?" Mobius snaps.

"What does the lady think?" Loki asks as he stares me down making an ache grow between my thighs.

"Hey!" Mobius shouts smacking the table "Me. Not her!" he demands.

With my heart pounding I exit the room to try and collect myself, my hands shake and the persistent ache between my thighs continues, while I tried to get a grasp on things Mobius stayed inside talking to Loki until finally the doors open and Mobius exits

“Done already?” I ask.

"He's not talking" Mobius answers.

"Oh tough luck" I reply.

"Oh I'm just gonna leave him in there to stew a bit while I grab lunch, care to join me?" Mobius asks.

"I'm not very hungry but thanks. I'll probably head back to my desk" I answer.

"Sounds good, stay away from him!" Mobius shouts back at me.

"Yes sir!" I reply.

I of course disobey and dip into the room as soon as the coast is clear "Welcome back little one" Loki teases.

"What's with this?" I ask pointing to his button.

"This? Well I'm President in my universe" Loki answers.

"Oh really?" I mock.

"Yes, not quite as good as king, but it'll do for now" he replies leaning back in his chair "So what brings you back in? Curiosity killed the cat you know?" Loki comments.

"Yes but satisfaction brought it back again" I reply.

"Ooh, I like your wit darling" Loki smiles "I could bring you such satisfaction" he offers.

"Don't get any ideas" I warn.

"Far too late for that" Loki chuckles "I've already had so many, and they're all so delicious" he smiles.

"Is that so?" I ask.

"Oh yes, for example I've imagined throwing you on this table and fucking you until you scream for me" Loki answers "Or using my tie to gag you and my belt to bind you while I bend you over it and fuck you mercilessly" Loki's vulgarity would usually disgust me but right now it was turning me on and I wanted him to say more.

"Is that all?" I press him.

"Of course not" Loki replies rising and moving toward me "You have a smart mouth, I'd need to quiet it" he answers getting closer as I bump into a stone wall with nowhere to go.

"And how would you do that?" I ask him trying to mask my fear.

"Fill it with my cock of course" Loki replies hooking his finger under my chin and rubbing my lips with his thumb before pressing his own against mine and flooding my mouth with his tongue pulling a moan from me as his hands cup my ass making me want more, but I wouldn't get any as Mobius returned and Loki pulls his lips from mine just as Mobius swings the door open and enters, Loki walks away adjusting his tie and hair before taking his seat again.

"I told you not come in here" Mobius snaps at me.

"You're not my boss Mobius!" I huff.

"Yes actually.....that...that is exactly what I am" he replies confused and instead of replying I storm out.

Waiting just outside I can hear them in the theater "Ready to talk?" Mobius asks.

"Not to you" Loki replies.

"Well you're not talking to her" Mobius informs him "You like her don't you? She's very pretty" Mobius teases. "

I hadn't noticed" Loki replies flatly.

"You definitely have, you like her" Mobius goads him on.

"No I don't" Loki insists.

"I'll tell you what, you cooperate and I'll let you see her some more" Mobius offers.

"Well.....what do you need to know?" Loki asks hesitantly and it's at that time that I storm off upset that I was being used as a bargaining chip like that.

• • •

Later that evening I sit in the archives adding my final notes to files assigned to me when Mobius approaches me "You disappeared earlier kid" he says.

"Yeah because I don't want to be used as bait without my consent" I huff.

"Oh come on, I thought you wanted things to be more exciting?" Mobius teases.

"He terrifies me Mobius" I admit looking up at him.

"He can't terrify you that much, you went in to see him alone with no one around" Mobius points out.

"It was a mistake, he's dangerous" I reply.

"More dangerous than your Loki? He destroyed a city" Mobius asks.

"I never met mine, there's a difference" I argue.

"He had a chance to hurt you 100 times over and he didn't" Mobius notes.

"Well maybe he likes to play with his food" I snap.

"He doesn't eat people" Mobius laughs.

"That's not what I meant.....nevermind" I sigh.

"Well it's late, I gotta get some rest to deal with him tomorrow, don't stay down here all night" Mobius says.

"Goodnight Mobius" I reply.

"Goodnight agent" Mobius answers before disappearing around the corner.

After finishing my reports I head towards the elevator and what I should have done was press the button for 33 but I didn't press that one, instead I pressed the button for 44 where the holding cells were and waited for the doors to open revealing a hunter standing guard outside the wing.

"I need to speak to Variant 11037" I tell them.

"Variant 11037 is in maximum security, cell M-42" they reply.

"Thank you" I nod heading through the large iron doors toward maximum security located in a separated section in the back it consisted of only 4 cells that were larger and made with extra layers of iron and stone to avoid breakouts but it also made them virtually soundproof meaning if I needed help, no one would hear me.

I stand in front of the doors to maximum where I could turn back but instead I lift my badge to the reader and wait while the light turns green, then again at door M-42 and my heart pounds as I hold my breath waiting for the door to slide open before stepping in and letting it close behind me.

Loki sits up on the bed in the corner and smiles at me "Well hello there" he growls "Come to finish what we started darling?" Loki asks walking towards me "You're trembling pet" he comments waiting for me to answer but I can't "You needn't be afraid, I would never hurt you" Loki tells me lightly grabbing my chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to mine again "Unless you wanted me to that is" he adds.

"W-What?" I stutter.

"Oh come on, don't act so innocent" Loki chuckles "Just the usual...biting, scratching, spanking and choking" he explains "Maybe a bit of hair pulling" Loki purrs snaking his hand up the back of my neck into my hair and tugging on it to pull my head back and expose my neck biting down on my pulse eliciting a moan from me while his soft lips travel up to my cheek "Can you be a good girl?" Loki purrs.

"Yes" I whisper.

My pupils dilate as I watch him remove his jacket and toss it over the chair followed by his vest and tie before rolling up his sleeves and walking back to me reaching out with his large hands and ripping my shirt open to reveal a black lace bra then after removing my shirt Loki tugs on my belt taking it off and pulling my pants down for me to step out of and revealing matching lace panties "Fucking gorgeous" he growls.

"Thank you sir" I reply quietly throwing Loki off for a moment.

"Oh. Well you're welcome sweet girl" he purrs smiling at me "Now kneel" Loki commands, I make sure to kiss him and nip at his neck as I do and then watch as he unfastens his belt and pants and removes his cock stroking it, long and hard, the tip red and ready for release "Go on, take it" Loki purrs but I'm distracted with the realization of how large he is and wonder what he'll feel like when he inevitably ends up inside me "What are you thinking about pet, focus on me" Loki instructs grabbing my chin.

"Sorry sir" I mumble reaching out and wrapping my hand around him to stroke his shaft slowly before leaning forward to lick the tip where a bead of cum had started to form and then swirling my tongue around the tip I take him into my mouth.

"Fuuuck" Loki groans gripping my hair in his fist while I bob my head moving my mouth along his length occasionally scraping my teeth on his shaft and flattening my tongue against it before returning to the tip and pumping my hand along him faster and faster.

Loki bucks his hips and tosses his head back in ecstasy "Yes....fuck....don't stop...." he moans as his cock twitches signaling me to stroke him faster until he slams his hand into the stone wall behind me and throws his head forward "Shit....I'm cuming" he growls releasing his load into my mouth in long ropes and loosening his grip on my hair "You're such a good girl" Loki groans as I slide my mouth slowly off him and then looks down at me with a smile as he tucks his spent cock away "Come here" Loki instructs pulling me up and pressing his forehead to mine before kissing my lips again, only this time his kiss is different, almost desperate and thankful as he backs me against the table lifting me up to sit on it "Your turn princess" Loki purrs taking his shirt off to reveal a toned chest which I immediately begin to cover in kisses earning a chuckle from Loki "I said your turn" he repeats laying me back and yanking my underwear off, then spreading my legs he begins to nip at my thighs, his horned crown fading away as he does so, giving me a hint that he was powerful enough to do slight magic here.

With his hands hooked on my thighs Loki reaches my aching cunt "You're so wet" he purrs against me before dragging his tongue between my folds.

"I've been wet for you all day sir" I admit with a whine.

"Oh I know beautiful, I know" Loki replies lifting his head up "And now the curious kitty can finally get her satisfaction" he growls inserting two fingers inside me.

"Please...." I moan.

"You'll have it princess, I promise" Loki purrs pumping and curling his digits slowly while his tongue flicks my clit.

"Lo-okiii" I moan arching my back as he slides in a third digit.

"That's right beautiful, use my name" Loki growls.

"Loki please.....oh god" I moan gripping the table tightly while Loki fucks me faster with his fingers, pressure building in my abdomen leading towards my orgasm.

"Go ahead, cum for me gorgeous, be a good girl" Loki purrs using his thumb to circle my clit and sending me over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum...." I whine as my walls clench around Loki's fingers and I cum gushing on them and the table beneath me, Loki removes his fingers and dips his head down to lap me up as I lay there shaking and panting.

I feel Loki's strong hands on me has he sits me up and pulls me against him "Shhh, I know" he whispers, his skin against mine an odd comfort for me "You did so well darling" he praises me, overcome by my own urges I begin to nip at Loki's neck and kiss his lips, I'd been so lonely and I hadn't realized it until now "You need to go princess" Loki mutters against my lips but I ignore him and continue with my desperate kisses "Hey...." Loki says sternly pushing me back "You need to go, come on" he says helping me down and handing me my clothing piece by piece to put back on.

"Loki..." I protest "You can't be here pet, now go" Loki argues and I know he's right so I dress to leave "My pet..." he calls after me and I turn to look at him "I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did" Loki winks as the door closes.

• • •

The next day I notice that Mobius is at his desk most of the day which I find odd "Not questioning Loki today?" I ask. "

"No I left him in there with the welcome video on repeat" Mobius chuckles.

"That's worse than the time cell Mobius!" I snap getting up to find what theater he put Loki in.

Mobius chases me down the hallways "Wait! Come on why do you care?" Mobius asks.

"You want to piss off someone that powerful?! Because I don't!" I exclaim.

"He's in 25" Mobius reveals.

Upon our arrival we find that Loki has broken the projector and is now arguing with Miss Minutes, our resident hologram "Come here you incessant little beast!" Loki growls trying to swat her.

"You have no manners!" Miss Minutes shouts back and at this point I can't contain my laughter any longer gaining their attention.

"We'll take it from here Miss, thank you" Mobius says politely and Miss Minutes vanishes.

"Wretched little thing" Loki hisses straightening his jacket "If you hadn't broken that" Mobius points at the projector "She wouldn't have showed up" he explains.

"If you hadn't left that horrible after school special on I wouldn't have broken it!" Loki bellows.

"Boys! Cut it out" I yell.

"Agent..." Loki mutters, apparently he hadn't noticed me when we came in.

"Yes hello" I say curtly to keep Mobius from catching on.

"Listen, I want to offer you a chance to work with us, help us" Mobius says.

"I've got my own universe to get back to" Loki huffs.

"Eh, not so much" Mobius shrugs.

"What?!" Loki and I both ask shocked.

"You were never supposed to win Loki" Mobius answers "What's one less universe in the grand scheme of things huh?" he adds.

"Why you half witted...." Loki starts as he lurches toward Mobius.

"No! Stop!" I shout knowing that Mobius has a pruning device on him.

"Don't Loki please" I beg.

"Why?! What are my options?! Stay trapped here or..." he looks at me.

"Be pruned and damned to the void for however long you survive" I explain.

Loki scoffs and walks off while Mobius grabs me taking me out of the room "That was really stupid" he scolds when we get outside.

"I do that sometimes" I shrug.

"Thank you" Mobius replies.

"I didn't do it for you, I did it to protect him" I confess.

"I know that" Mobius winks "Now see if you can't convince him to work with us huh?" Mobius asks "I'll give you an hour" he adds.

"I won't need it" I reply confidently as I walk back in the room.

Loki still stands with his back to me "I know what you're feeling" I say.

"I'll bet" Loki laughs "Why did you choose to stay" he asks.

"I didn't want to die" I answer honestly.

"What have I got to lose? I'd rather take my chances in the void, whatever it is, there's nothing for me here" Loki sighs.

"I'm here" I say softly.

Time seems to drag as I stand there waiting for Loki to respond until finally he turns to look at me "That's cute little one" Loki chuckles "Come here" he beckons opening his arms to me and pulling me into a kiss "Very cute" he purrs.

"Please just try Loki?" I ask him.

"I just met you, why would I do anything for you?" Loki asks.

"Because the sex we had last night was fantastic and you want more" I answer coyly.

"It was good" Loki agrees "And I'm not finished with you yet" he adds "Go tell your master I'll stay" Loki sighs.

"He's not my master" I whisper kissing Loki deeply "You are" I wink walking out.

Outside the theater I find Mobius "He'll do it" I tell him.

"Great, I'll get him briefed" Mobius answers.

"You're not going to wipe his memory so he'll be more complaint are you?" I ask.

"No, I need his memories" Mobius answers.

"Good" I say smiling softly before walking away but not before hearing Loki as Mobius enters "Where is she? Did you send her away?" he sounded stressed and it made me stop.

"Don't worry lover boy, you'll see her soon" Mobius teases him "I'm not in love, I just prefer her to you is all" Loki huffs.

• • •

Back in the archives Mobius approaches me "Why are you always in here?" he asks me.

"Because I hate my desk" I answer.

"Ok then, did you know he could access his magic here?" Mobius asks.

"A little yeah" I nod "I figured it had something to do with everything going to shit" I add.

"Loki and his magic aren't something I want to deal with" Mobius sighs.

"Then don't piss him off" I smirk.

"Thank you for your invaluable advice agent" Mobius laughs "I'm calling it a night and you should too" he adds rounding the corner.

Not long after that, I clean up the table clearing all the files I was working on and head back to my quarters.

After I've showered and changed into my pjs I pour myself a glass of wine and plop down on my sofa with a heavy sigh when there's a knock at my door "I thought you were calling it a night" I grumble heading to it and swinging it open "What do you ....Loki" I gasp when I discover it's him at my door.

"Can I come in?" he asks.

"Umm....yeah" I stutter moving out of his way and closing the door which he immediately pins me to and begins to kiss me "Loki.." I mumble against his lips.

"Shhh" he mutters.

"No....Loki..." I try again "Loki...stop" I say again finally getting him to pull away "I need to lock the door" I explain turning the deadbolt and latching the chain "Ok, now why aren't you in your cell?" I ask.

"I slipped away" Loki smirks.

"Alright fine" I huff grabbing my temp pad and calling up Mobius.

"What's up kiddo?" he answers "Please stop calling me kiddo" I sigh.

"Ok, what can do for you agent?" he teases.

"What's this doing here?" I ask turning the pad to face Loki.

"I told it that it could go there if you allowed" Mobius answers.

"I am not an it" Loki grumbles.

"So he didn't sneak away?" I ask prompting a roaring laugh to leave Mobius.

"Is that what he told you?!" he asks amused.

"No, I just wanted to make sure" I lie "Talk later" I add closing the pad.

Loki stares at me for a moment "Why did you lie?" he asks.

"I don't know actually" I answer.

"Well that's a huge red flag that I'm going to elect to ignore" Loki says with a smirk.

"Oh that's rich coming from you, silver tongued god of lies" I retort as he approaches me and pulls me into a kiss.

"Im going to have a lot of fun tonight" he growls picking me up and carrying me to the bedroom.

Once he gets me there Loki is immediately on me kissing me as his hands roam my body "I can't wait to fuck you" he growls "To hear you scream my name as you writhe with pleasure" he continues with his lips moving down my neck.

"What makes you think that you get to fuck me?" I ask.

"Your dilated pupils and your trembling lip to name a few" Loki answers, running his thumb over my bottom lip "I can practically smell the arousal on you" he purrs. Before I know it he's removing my clothes and his own until I stand before him in just my panties "Fuck you're beautiful" he growls.

"Thank you sir" I purr.

"Can you be a good girl for me" Loki asks.

"Yes" I answer.

"Good, I'm going to tie you up tonight" Loki tells me, I nod as he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed straddling me and binding my wrists with his belt to my headboard.

I lay there trembling waiting for his next move when I feel a cold sensation against my skin and look to see Loki dragging the blade of his dagger lightly along my abdomen and using it to cut my underwear off before holding the blade to my cheek as he hovers over me "Are you frightened pet?" he growls.

"No" I shake my head.

"Why not?" Loki asks.

"You said you'd never hurt me" I answer.

"Such a good listener" Loki smiles "I won't hurt you pretty girl" he purrs dragging the blade along my collar bone before making it disappear.

Loki grabs my chin and kisses me hard forcing his tongue inside my mouth "Oh the things I want to do to you, but where to start?" Loki hums "Here?" he growls cupping my wet core and earning a groan from me "No" he says leaving an open handed slap against my pussy causing me to groan "Maybe here?" Loki asks cupping my breasts in his hands and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.

"Ungh.....fuck" I moan.

"Do you like the way I touch you?" Loki purrs.

"Yes sir" I whine.

"Do you want this?" Loki asks stroking his cock.

"God yes, please Loki" I beg opening my legs for him.

Loki teases my entrance before starting to push into me, his cock stretching me to accommodate it while I wince and pull on my restraints whining "Shh, I know pretty girl, I know. It's okay" Loki whispers caressing my thighs. The pain is almost unbearable as Loki sinks further inside me finally reaching his base "You're such a good girl" he moans kissing me as he starts to move inside me, then lifting my legs up places them over his shoulders and wraps his hand around my throat fucking me hard "You're my perfect little slut" Loki growls through a clenched jaw.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd actually enjoy being degraded the way Loki was doing so now but I reveled in it and even played into it "Fuck me Loki" I whine at him.

"Yes, beg for it" Loki groans dropping my legs from his shoulders then hooking his hands behind my knees and lifting my butt off the bed to fuck me harder, the motion lightly pulling on my restraints and arms.

"Lo-oki....yes" I cry out, then suddenly Loki unlatches my hands from the bed flipping us over to enter me from behind and I feel a sting on my rear and it registers Loki had slapped it with his open hand "Again" I beg biting my lower lip and he obliges spanking me again "Again Loki" I moan, my bound hands gripping the sheets, his lips pressed to my back as he slaps me again and again until he throws me on my back thrusting back inside of me with one hand wrapped around my throat and the other thumbing my clit.

"Shit I'm gonna cum" Loki growls.

Caught up in the moment I cry out "Fill me with your cum Loki, please I want it" I beg.

"Gods yes...." Loki moans loudly burying his face in my neck and releasing ropes of his seed inside me.

"Oh yes. Thank you Loki" I moan as I cum bucking hard against him.

"That's a good girl" Loki purrs fucking me through it until I finally still.

A satisfied groan emits from Loki as he slides out of me and drops down beside me "Come here, give me your wrists" he says softly, unbinding them and tossing the binding to the side.

"Thank you" I say quietly while rubbing my wrists.

I feel Loki's large hands on them and look up at him "Are you hurt?" he asks, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"No, I'm ok" I tell him.

"Good" Loki smiles looking relieved "Because there is more where that came from and I need to know you can handle it" he adds.

"More? Like what?" I ask.

"Darling I have so much to teach you" Loki purrs "There are so many ways to satisfy you, to play with you" he says in a soft voice leaning down to kiss me "To love you" he whispers making me sit up quickly.

"Say that again" I insist.

"No" Loki declines.

"Say it" I press.

"No....that's not even what I meant" Loki insists.

Kneeling in front of him I grab his cock and stroke it "Say it again" I purr.

"No" Loki growls through clenched teeth.

"You will" I reply.

"Not likely" Loki groans not able to control his cock hardening in my hand.

Straddling him I grab his chin forcing him to look at me as I slide down onto him "Say it" I insist again.

"There's nothing to say" Loki replies. My hands are planted firmly on his shoulders as I begin to rock on top of him "You bitch" Loki growls.

"Just say it" I groan.

"You seem to have me confused with someone who cares for you" Loki grunts "Fuck.... woman please!" he hisses but I continue my torture until Loki tosses his head back and cries out "Alright! I do care about you dammit!" he confesses.

Rewarding him for his honesty I ride him crashing my lips against his "Oh gods..... thank you" Loki says between moans, then without notice flips me around to lay me on my back and hovers over me "Although, it was unwise to tease me" Loki growls teasing my folds with his tip, pushing between them to tease my entrance and then pulling away.

"Lokiiii" I whine.

"Not so fun from the other side is it?" Loki teases dragging his tip between my folds and over my clit.

"Fuck! I'm sorry Loki! Please!" I beg him.

"Do you want your masters cock?" Loki purrs.

A "Yes! Please I need your cock master, I need you to fuck me" I beg more.

"You don't deserve to be rewarded, you were so naughty" Loki answers.

"Please master, please I'll do anything" I beg.

"Anything?" Loki asks.

"Yes, anything" I confirm.

"Tell me you love me" Loki demands.

"What?!" I ask shocked.

"Tell me you love me and I'll give you the release you crave" Loki replies.

"I don't love you" I argue.

"I'm not going to lie" I tell him trying to slide out from under him.

"I don't believe you" Loki tells me stopping me.

"How could I be in love with someone I just met?" I ask him.

"You tell me" Loki smirks.

"I can't because I don't love you" I insist.

"Yet you were willing to risk your life for mine today" Loki points out.

"I don't love you, but I do care for you and I don't want to lose you" I admit.

"Good enough" Loki smirks thrusting into me and fucking me hard slamming his hips against mine until he cums spilling his seed inside me and sends me toppling over the edge myself.

• • •

Mobius leans back in his chair with a smirk "How was your night?" he asks.

"Don't" I warn him.

"What? I'm genuinely curious how your night was?" Mobius chuckles.

"I will make you regret it" I warn him again.

"Did you have a nice time?" he teases some more obviously not taking my warning seriously.

In an effort to teach him a lesson I slide my chair closer and lean in speaking in a low voice "It was fantastic, Loki kept me in pure orgasmic bliss for most of it of course, oh the things he can do.." I gush.

"Yep ok I'm sorry!" Mobius chirps getting up quickly as I throw my head back in laughter and slide back to my desk.

"What's so funny?" Loki asks, I hadn't seen him walk in.

"Nothing" we both reply.

"Right, ok" Loki replies unconvinced.

"We weren't talking about you mischief" I assure him.

"Don't call me that" Loki huffs.

"Aww, he's mad" I tease looking at Mobius.

"The void seems like a better option with every moment that passes" Loki grumbles walking away.

"Wait! Loki!" I holler after him.

Finally catching up with him at the elevator I try to talk to him "Loki I'm sorry" I offer.

"I don't care, my feelings aren't so easily hurt pet" Loki says to me in a snarky tone.

"Oh ok, good" I reply turning to walk off.

"Wait,..." Loki calls after me.

"Yeah?" I answer turning back.

"Can you um, can you show me around the archives maybe?" Loki asks.

"Oh, yeah of course" I follow him into the elevator and take him to the archives stepping out quickly when the doors open "I hate elevators" I mutter.

"Really?" Loki asks amused.

"Yes, little glass boxes of death" I shudder.

"That's being a bit dramatic" Loki laughs.

"Whatever" I sigh walking away.

As we walk through the archives I do my best to explain them to Loki "So it's a lot like a library, alphabetical order and what not, but still different" I say "In a library you have your genres, those don't exist here obviously but there are classifications and such" I continue.

"And the dark spooky corner?" Loki asks.

"Corrupted timelines....or universes I guess, where they converged and destroyed one another" I explain bringing him over to it.

"Fascinating" Loki mumbles pulling me into the dark corner for a passionate kiss "Seems like a perfect place to hide too" he purrs kissing my neck.

"Loki no" I protest but it goes unheard as Loki pulls my skirt up and moves my underwear to the side slipping his fingers inside me "Loki....not here..." I gasp quietly against his shoulder.

"You don't like a little danger?" Loki growls biting my neck.

When I'm around Loki he ignites something in me that makes me act like a completely reckless fool and it was happening now "If you're going to fuck me then do it properly and use your cock" I hiss eliciting a laugh from Loki. He crashes his lips into mine while I hear the metallic of his belt buckle and swish of his zipper before feeling him push into me and bottom out.

"Oh...." Loki moans against my neck.

"Don't cum too quickly now" I tease him.

"Darling I'd never finish before I'm expected to" Loki smirks as he thrusts hard up into me.

"Oh....fuck...." I moan quietly prompting Loki to cover my mouth with one of his large hands.

"Shh, quiet little one" he purrs moving his hand away to cover my mouth with his own and swallow my moans while he continues to fuck me, his cock massaging my velvet walls as it twitches inside me, every thrust building the pressure inside my abdomen until my orgasm looms moments away.

"Master may I cum?" I moan in his ear.

"Yes you may beautiful girl" Loki purrs in response and I let go gushing on him and bucking against him.

"Oh gods....you're such a good girl.....you're my good girl...." Loki moans cuming with me and fucking me through it.

I pant and whimper against Loki as quietly as I can while he drops my legs so I can stand up "I know....Shh I know" Loki soothes "Let's get you cleaned up" he whispers, after tucking himself away Loki waves his hand to dry my thighs and pulls my skirt down.

"You know before this whole mess you wouldn't have been able to use that magic" I comment.

"What mess?" Loki asks.

"The sacred timeline being broken" I answer "Magic didnt work here" I explain.

"Glad that's fixed" Loki winks placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I have to get back now" I tell him.

"It's lovely having you around pet" he purrs "Thank you" I tell him.

"Run along then" Loki smiles patting me on the butt as I walk by.

• • •

Later that night I sit hunched over a table full of files in the archives making notes when Loki sneaks up behind me wrapping his arms around me and kisses me on the cheek "What are you still doing down here pet?" He purrs.

"Working" I answer.

"Rubbish, its late, come up with me and have some fun" Loki insists.

"I do need a bit of recovery time you know" I say raising an eyebrow.

"But do you need it tonight?" Loki asks.

"Ummm, no, I don't think so" I reply.

"Then lets go" Loki growls pulling on me.

"Hold on! I have to tidy these files up first" I squeal as Loki pinches my sides.

"I don't like to be kept waiting" Loki groans.

"I just need to drop these on my desk and we can go" I explain.

After visiting my desk we board the elevator and wait as it rises to my floor, Loki looks at me leaning in close "Cameras" I warn him and he pulls away quickly. We both rush down the hall to my door and I let us in quickly slamming it behind me only to be pressed against it by Loki as he kisses me flooding my mouth with his tongue then pulling away.

"Undress" he commands.

"Yes master" I answer removing my clothing piece by piece until I'm naked in front of him.

"Very good, now bend over" Loki instructs pointing at the sofa. My hands grip the back tightly as I bend over behind it exposing my wet cunt to Loki.

He's silent for a moment before I hear the metallic of his belt and he kicks my legs wider apart cupping me in his hand and massaging my throbbing pussy "Oh god...." I whimper quietly.

"That's exactly what I am pet" Loki purrs teasing me with his tip before pushing into me down to his base, then pulling out and doing it again "Fuck, you're so nice and tight" he growls.

Loki grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls as he starts to pound into me "Yes......fuck me daddy please" I beg feeling Loki pull out of me and spin me around.

"Be a good girl then and suck daddy's cock" Loki growls.

"Yes sir" I reply sinking to my knees, taking him in my mouth and swirling my tongue around him as I suck.

"Gods yes...." Loki moans, his fist gripping my hair in a tight bun as I suck on him bobbing my head quickly and stroking his shaft. I drag my teeth along his length and swirl my tongue sucking on him as he twitches in my mouth "Shit... gods I'm gonna cum..." Loki groans pulling out of my mouth, ropes of his warm cum spill onto my face as he strokes himself "Fuck" Loki mutters while he stands there panting, cum dripping from his tip.

I decide to lean forward and lick it for him cleaning it off "Oh....good girl" Loki moans looking down at me "Look at you, covered in my cum like a good pet" he purrs grabbing my chin "Stand up and go clean yourself off" he commands "Yes master" I nod walking to the kitchen for a hand towel and cleaning my face off as I was told to and then head back towards Loki who's removed his clothing now.

"Sit" he instructs motioning to the sofa and I do immediately. Loki drops to his knees and grabs my legs pushing them open and pulling me to the front of the cushion before dipping his head down and licking a stripe between my folds.

"Loki!" I cry out throwing my head back and gripping his hair in my hand while bucking my hips as him "Oh.....Loki.....don't stop" I moan and beg while Loki laps at me and sucks on my clit slipping two fingers inside me, pumping and curling them faster and harder "Loki.....master....please.....I'm gonna...." I manage between moans.

"Cum for me, cum for your master" Loki growls at me fucking me even harder and faster with his fingers.

"Loki.....oh god Loki yes...." I cry out lifting my hips off the cushion and arching my back as I cum soaking Loki and my own thighs.

"That's it, good girl" Loki purrs sliding his fingers from me and putting them in his mouth "Delicious" he smirks and I throw myself forward wrapping my arms around him.

"Wh-What are you doing?" he asks confused.

"Please hold me" I beg as Loki sighs "Just for a minute" I plead and soon I feel Loki's arms slowly wrap around me as my lips brush his ear gently "Can I keep you Loki?" I whisper.

"Of course you can" Loki replies kissing my cheek "I think it's time for bed pet" Loki suggests.

"Ok" I agree allowing him to scoop me up and carry me off to bed.

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