WARNINGS: SERIOUS SPOILERS, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT YET SEEN EPISODE 6 OF LOKI. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! ALSO INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME SPOILERS
Ok so I never go into rants but what.the.actual.fuck. was Loki and Sylvie kissing? So they understand each other, they have a connection but why make it romantic? They’re so love deprived they’ll basically fall for the first person that they connect with? Regardless of it it’s their f*ucking selves? It’s bullsh*t. First they killed him with that ridiculous neck snap now this? It broke my heart plus Tony’s end in Endgame is the final straw.
In Rick and Morty selfcest I’d expect but Loki is a whole other ball park. It’s forced, it’s uncomfortable and it’s not necessary. Yes he f*ucks a horse in the mythology but that’s not the same Loki. It’s not our Loki. (Yet).
Marvel have caused me too much pain. I’ve got zero excitement for series 2, I’d rather have a Alligator Loki or President Loki series.
This is a short story based off part of the trailer for the upcoming Loki show. The image of him restrained really got my imagination going. Here he’s in his cell in the TVA when he gets a visit. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings; smut, teasing, climax denial.18+ only please!
Loki looked around himself, his eyes darting. The collar around his neck was uncomfortable and his arms were starting to ache from being tied behind his back. There had to be a way out of here. He would work it out – he always did. He smirked to himself. He would make them pay. As he had told the man with the ridiculous name he would burn this place to the ground.
There was a shimmer of gold then she was stood before him. His smirk turned to a grin. They could always find each other, no matter how far apart they were.
‘Hello love. Would you oblige?’ He turned slightly to draw her attention to the handcuffs.
‘Hmm... I think not.’
He narrowed his eyes. ‘And, pray tell, why not?’
‘The last time we were together, I seem to recall being denied my satisfaction. For far too long.’
His smirk returned. ‘Come on love, you know me.’ He shrugged his shoulders. ‘What do you expect?’
She narrowed her own eyes.
‘I do not expect to be denied my climax by you taunting me. To bring me to the edge over and over but not let me have it. To make me beg. It’s rather degrading, love.’ Her words dripped venom.
‘So now I’m going to make you beg.’
It was starting to occur to Loki that he might have made a mistake. The timing of what he had last done in the bedroom with her certainly wasn’t great.
She waved her hand and in another golden shimmer a chair appeared. She pushed him backwards and he half fell onto it. She stalked towards him and lowered herself onto his lap. She ground her crotch against his.
‘I do so love to see you tied up.’ she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling him.
She wound her hands into his hair, tugging gently as she nibbled his earlobe. She moved to his neck, trailing kisses down his soft skin.
He shivered - she knew all the places on his body that were the most sensitive, knew just how to drive him wild.
She moved to his mouth, gently sliding her tongue between his lips and exploring his mouth. He kissed her back hungrily, their tongues dancing together, fighting for dominance.
He felt her hand brush him just there. She smiled against his lips. There was no mistaking the growing bulge in his pants.
She broke the kiss and looked at him imploringly.
‘Loki, I need you. I’ve been empty for so long - I miss your hard length inside me, your cum filling me.’
He twitched in his pants, starting to get uncomfortable. He was wearing tight leather that afforded no room for growth.
‘Please, I beg of you, fuck me!’ She moved her mouth to his ear and whispered ‘my King.’
She knew exactly what it did to him to be called that, especially from her lips.
‘Love.’ He panted. ‘Trousers.’
‘Oh dear!’ she cried in mock horror. ‘Are those sexy leather pants of yours suddenly too tight?’ She smirked. ‘I did tell you I would make you. Beg.’
‘Never!’ He growled.
‘Very well. I guess I’ll just have to do this without you.’ She grinned wickedly, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he would cave.
She slowly lifted her top to reveal her naked breasts. His eyes locked onto them and he moved to touch her, frustrated when he was unable to due to the cuffs. She laughed softly.
She stroked her nipples until they hardened then caressed her body, letting out soft moans as she undressed herself.
His eyes followed her every movement. She dipped her hand between her legs, capturing some of her wetness. She showed it to him.
‘Look what you do to me.’ She whispered. She sucked her fingers clean and looked at him imploringly. ‘Loki - my God, my King, I need you inside me. So bad.’ She ground against him again, eliciting a moan from him.
‘Love.’ His tone was warning.
‘Yes, my King?’
‘That’s enough.’
She chuckled. ‘It will never be enough, we both know that. We will never get enough of each other.’
He smiled for a moment despite his predicament. ‘I know.’
His eyes widened as her hand lowered again and she stroked her clit, letting out filthy moans, teasing the pleasure from her body. Her hand moved backwards and she slipped a finger inside herself. She started to pump her finger in and out, moaning even louder.
‘Please.’ He whispered.
‘What was that? I couldn’t hear you.’ She grinned, enjoying taunting him and getting her revenge.
He cleared his throat. ‘P - please.’
‘Pardon?’
‘Please!’ He cried out.
‘Please what?’
‘Please, my Goddess!’
‘Good boy.’
She waved her hand and he was naked, revealing his pulsing cock, leaking pre-cum in his excitement. She sank down onto him and he cried out in ecstasy. She always felt heavenly. So warm, wet, and tight.
She started to ride him, his eyes on her jiggling breasts as their joined moans filled the room. His mouth fastened onto a nipple, nipping and licking until she cried out.
‘Yes! My King!’ She tightened around him, her high getting closer. He tried to last longer, to give her time to come first but he simply couldn’t. She had punched all his buttons and then some.
He screamed her name as he came, his body trembling, pleasure coursing through him as his hot cum shot inside her. The sensation tipped her over the edge, her body shaking violently as her orgasm rippled through her. She clamped around him, milking him for every drop, drawing out his own climax. She made him come like no other ever had or could.
They pressed their foreheads together and laughed softly. They had made so much noise he was surprised a guard hadn’t come to see what was going on.
Once their breathing had returned to normal she stood, letting him slide out of her body. She collected some cum from where it was dripping from her body, licking her finger.
‘Hmm, delicious as always my love.’
He groaned. Gods if he didn’t feel ready for round two.
With a wave of her hand they were fully clothed again.
She gave him a megawatt Cheshire cat grin. ‘See you later, love.’
‘What! Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this!’
‘Can’t I? I am the Goddess of Mischief, husband. What do you expect?’ she said, echoing his earlier words.
His mouth dropped open. She winked at him cheekily and in a glimmer of gold was gone.
Damnit, he thought to himself. Now not only was he tied up and locked up; he was horny as hell with no chance of release. No matter. He would get his revenge.
A sly smirk grew on his lips. Oh, the things he was going to do to her.
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