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Do I Make You Nervous?
Request: "How about Eddie and Y/n are like owing to have sex but Eddie has a hard time getting hard?"
Warnings: +18 MDNI, angst with comfort, mentions of erectile dysfunction, Eddie being mean to Reader, talking about anxiety, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), aftercare.
Word Count: 9k
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His face burned with deep shame, his white skin tinged with scarlet red painting his cheeks and ears, fading into a soft shade of pink on his neck. He wished he could shrink himself to the smallest size possible to hide from the burning gaze of the beautiful woman in his bed, instead, Eddie decided to focus his gaze on an Anthrax poster on the other side of his messy room, and for the first time, he paid attention to the details that the figure of the Statue of Liberty making horns with it's hand and holding a book with a pentagram on the cover had.
“Eddie…” Your sweet and attentive voice made him even more nervous than he already was, he could feel the droplets of sweat accumulating in his hairline and his breathing becoming short and labored.
“Can you look at me? Please?" 'No', he thought in his racing mind, but his body did the opposite of what he wanted.
Humiliation pressed against his eyes and tried to show itself through tears he fought to contain.
With his heart rate similar to that of a marathon runner, he slowly turned his flushed face towards you until his teary eyes met yours and, God, it was the worst thing he decided to do that night.
You looked at him with such pity that he was sure that at some point that hard shell he kept to protect himself would be broken into little pieces with the intensity of your gaze and the feeling he conveyed.
He didn't want your pity, he didn't need it, he had already been through enough humiliation that day.
Overcome with frustration and embarrassed by the event, he did the last thing he wanted, he took it out on you.
"I-"
"No." The rude tone he used made you shrink in your place when you noticed how he looked at you.
You opened your mouth again but no sentence or words came out, intimidated by the enraged look, your eyes looked away from his and stared at your bare legs.
“I think you should go.” Your chest tightened at his sharp, emotionless voice.
"But-"
“Are you fucking stupid?” He knew he was being irrational at that moment but he would rather hurt you verbally than let his wounded ego and crushed pride show. “I don’t want you here, get out.”
The look in your eyes was enough to make him regret what he had said, but it was already too late to take back his words.
Overwhelmed by the feelings that your sad and desolate eyes caused, Eddie abruptly got up from the bed and wrapped himself in the sheet in an attempt to cover his shame, failing. Without looking back, he awkwardly crossed the room without paying attention to you and opened the door, disappearing into the hallway.
Sitting on his bed, you could finally let the tears flow, he had been so mean, but even so, you still couldn't help but understand him.
Eddie had this confident energy about him, a debauched smile and immaculate bad boy attitude, consequently it was a bucket of cold water when amidst the hot kisses and desperate touches on your naked bodies he realized that nothing had happened down there.
Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you picked up your clothes thrown on the floor and quickly started to put them on so you could get out of there as quickly as possible.
Eddie was a good guy, fun and caring towards you, but at that moment he was insensitive and irrational, so the best thing to do was to leave and try to talk when things calm down.
Although the words and the tone used to say them still caused pain, you didn't blame him for reacting like that, you would do the same if you were in his place.
Dressed and with your dignity forgotten, you went after yet another humiliation.
Leaving the room and heading towards the bathroom, you slowly stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before speaking one last time.
“Eds, I… I'm already going, when you want to talk again, you know where to find me.” Silence was your only response.
Sighing, you turned towards the living room and finally left the trailer, sooner than you had anticipated.
In the bathroom of his trailer, Eddie faced his own demons.
Leaning on the white porcelain sink, the boy stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror: slightly reddish eyes, hair messy and damp from the sweat and water he had thrown on his face to clear his thoughts, a complete mess.
In the confines of the blue and green tiled walls he was finally able to peel off that confident and self-assured persona he showed to everyone and welcome the insecure boy he hid under lock and key.
That same little boy who spent sleepless nights with the insecurity of what tomorrow would bring for him, who thought so low of himself and had no idea how to be like other nice guys, so he pretended and tried to deceive himself when deep down he knew he would never heal his wounded inner child.
What happened today was just the culmination of his journey of humiliation.
It could be anything with anyone, but not you, not with you.
So many years spent just watching from afar as your silly childhood crush grew even more, and just when he had managed to prove himself worthy of your attention, his body decides to betray him in the most treacherous way possible.
His desire for you was undeniable, as strong as liquid lava that coursed through his veins and burned all of his senses, and like the pepper that burned in his tender flesh, he burned with desire for you, his soul burned in ecstasy to intertwine up with yours and make them one single flesh.
Now that the raging fog in his mind had lifted, he saw how stupid he had been to the one person he was completely sure would understand him better than anyone and even himself, but had allowed himself to be carried away by the bonds that his ghosts held from the past and ruined the only thing he was proud of having accomplished by being himself.
Not the Eddie who pretends, or the confident one, or the debauchee, nothing like that, but the insecure Eddie full of fears who one day thought he would never see the light of sun again.
Of all the moments that could happen, why now? Why?
His pride and ego were deeply hurt that night, he felt helpless.
This had never happened, even in his moments of pleasure alone he didn't need much to get horny or have an erection, just a glimpse of anything from you was enough to get him going for hours straight.
Eddie had no idea how he would face you again after the fiasco that was tonight, the night you were supposed to spend entwined with each other just letting your wildest instincts take over your naked and fervent bodies.
Putting an end to his torment, at least for now, he straightened up and walked away from the sink, walking towards the door and heading towards his empty room.
Your delicious perfume invaded his nostrils as he crossed the door frame and his eyes involuntarily closed and rolled to the back of his head in delight, if he concentrated a little he could still remember the exact smell that your sweaty neck exuded: citrus and slightly floral with a salty and warm touch.
Walking slowly to the disheveled bed, he followed the path the two of you, lost in pleasure, took earlier.
Starting with the desk, where Eddie sat you down and your tongues danced fiercely against each other, fighting a battle that neither of you intended to lose.
His hands roamed your body, yearning to map every curve and every piece of soft skin he could reach, tracing his fingertips softly under your blouse and watching you shiver with lust as you tangled your fingers in his wavy dark hair, pulling him closer as if you wanted him to devour you in that instant.
Hurrying to get to the bed, the two of you walked awkwardly without letting go and you ended up pressed against the wall with one of his hands full of rings around your neck, his teeth nibbled your swollen lips and slid sensually to your jaw where he traced figures with his warm and experienced tongue. His left hand rested inside your panties, cruelly teasing your clit with his thumb and index finger while his middle and ring finger slid into your wet, warm hole giving you enough to squirm in pleasure but not to cum until he wanted you to.
And finally, the last destination, the bed.
He moved and knelt on the mattress, remembering how he had grabbed you by the waist and thrown you there, seeing your face contort into the most beautiful expression of lust he had ever seen.
His fingers still tingled from the feeling of your soft, swollen lips enveloping them in the wet heat of your sinful, ungodly mouth, the taste and smell of your arousal had been tattooed on his mouth and nose, altering the entire chemistry of his weak brain.
The roots of his locks were still throbbing from the aggressive encounter of your nervous fingers and his scalp of the moment he allowed himself the eroticism of his first taste of your sinful and seductive pussy, almost as if it hypnotized him with the earthy and luscious flavor that dripped and flowed like the honey of the gods.
His eyes closed and your naked image was tattooed inside his eyelids, just as your moans played on replay in his ear from the moment the first sound left your mouth.
He laid down on the bed and shook his head against his pillow but stopped abruptly when he realized one small thing.
Eddie looked down and let out an incredulous snort.
“Oh, now do you want to do your work?” He looked at his dick with disdain. “Great news: she’s not here, champ.” He ran a hand over his face and exhaled in frustration.
The sound of vibration caught his attention, making him raise his head and take his cell phone from under one of the pillows, it was a message from you.
His heart beat faster and he swallowed hard, he wasn't going to lie, he was scared as hell by whatever you sent him.
With a trembling thumb he clicked on the messaging app icon and saw your contact appear pinned at the top with the text highlighted and the number “2” next to it.
Closing his eyes and breathing heavily he pressed into your contact, and after a few seconds that seemed like hours, he opened them again and breathed a sigh of relief.
lightfury 🤍: hi, I don't know when you'll see this, but I wanted to let you know that I'm already home
lightfury 🤍: I hope we can talk later, I don't want things between us to be like this. good night, eds
With a relieved sigh, he let go of his cell phone and let his arms fall to his sides, smiling at the ceiling of his room. You really were a badass woman.
Pondering for a few seconds, he took the device in his hands again and went straight to the search app.
“Why can’t I get hard?”
He looked through the countless search results until he found the one that most resembled his case.
‘Powerful erection, buy it and receive it in two business days.’ What the fuck? No.
‘Age crisis? SexBull pills are the solution.’ No, absolutely not.
‘Erectile dysfunction, understand the causes and how to treat it.’ Oh God, please don’t be that.
He clicked on the last option and started reading the article.
“Erectile dysfunction, also known as impotence, is defined by difficulty getting and keeping an erection. It can be an embarrassing thing to talk about. It's been reported that more than half of men between the ages of 40 and 70 experience some form of ED.”
His eyes widened as soon as they passed the section where the most susceptible ages were indicated.
What the hell? Eddie was only 25. Could it get any worse?
Oh yeah, it could...
“Various risk factors can contribute to erectile dysfunction, including:
• Tobacco use, which restricts blood flow to veins and arteries, can — over time — cause chronic health conditions that lead to erectile dysfunction;
• Drug and alcohol use, especially if you're a long-term drug user or heavy drinker.”
Oh yes, he was completely fucked if he were to take these two factors into consideration, as he smoked so much that he could be compared to a walking chimney, and his body was almost at the point of producing alcohol on its own accord.
But his concern soon disappeared when he read the rest of the article.
“The brain plays a key role in triggering the series of physical events that cause an erection, starting with feelings of sexual excitement. A number of things can interfere with sexual feelings and cause or worsen erectile dysfunction. These include:
Depression, anxiety or other mental health conditions;
Stress;
Relationship problems due to stress, poor communication or other concerns;
Anxiety.”
Anxiety…
This last topic caught the boy's attention because it was exactly what he felt when he was around you, not that it was caused by your person, but rather by his dangerous mind.
All that euphoria of wanting to please you and insecurity that he wouldn't be good enough had created a black cloud above his head that rained liquid worry straight to his brain and caused a breakdown in his nervous system due to the pressure he felt, which led to his failed performance today.
He turned off his cell phone screen and lay on his side with his eyes closed, thinking about what a complete jerk he had been to you and how he would explain the whole situation without sounding even more ridiculous.
But that would be for tomorrow, with a quick movement he raised his left arm and slammed the palm of his hand against the light switch, leaving the room in complete darkness and silence as he fell into a deep sleep.
A few kilometers away, you were already lying in bed and ready to sleep, a few seconds away from turning off the light when you heard the notification sound of a new message.
Normally you would let it go and go to sleep, but the name that appeared on the screen caught your attention and you picked up the device and unlocked it, clicking on the messaging app icon.
nightfury 🖤: hey
nightfury 🖤: I'm sorry if I was an asshole today
nightfury 🖤: can we talk tomorrow? I don't want to lose you because of my stupidity
night fury: night baby
Upon reading the content of the messages, you smiled widely until your cheeks hurt, and with your heart filled with tenderness and joy you finally allowed yourself to lie down and sleep.
Tomorrow would be a new day, and hopefully, a much better day.
47 minutes and 15 seconds, that was how long Eddie had spent in front of the mirror rehearsing his monologue, and he was not at all satisfied with what came out of his mouth.
Nervousness had turned him into a pathetic chattering mess and he couldn't stop himself from spewing nonsense words in the middle of sentences.
Walking back and forth across the room, the young man decided that it would be better to stop that stupidity and act like an adult, he would go to your work and talk normally without all this ridiculous rehearsal.
Be yourself, Munson. He spoke in his mind whilst taking a deep breath.
“Okay, that’s it, I’m ready.” His hands ran through his wavy hair and he bit his bottom lip anxiously.
“I’m not fucking ready for this.” He grumbled as he furtively watched from across the street where he could see you at the register through the large glass window.
Robin and Steve were nowhere to be seen, which was easier because he certainly didn't want to deal with those two loudmouths today.
Eddie thought about standing there until you noticed him staring at you like a maniac, and then calling the police so he wouldn't have to go through the second humiliation of explaining himself. Ha, good idea Edward.
The boy shook his head, making his hair messier and putting his hand on his face, exhaling in exasperation. Do you have a fucking problem?
“Okay, it’s now or never Eddie…” People on the street looked at him strangely as they watched him talk to himself. “You can do it, just get there and act cool, easy, you got this.” And repeating this about a hundred more times in his mind, he took courage and walked towards Family Video, which was now Family Books.
The sound of the bell ringing echoed throughout the empty store, making you look up ready to greet the customer who had arrived.
A smile formed on your mouth when you noticed Eddie standing in front of the cashier counter, playing with the rings on his fingers.
“Hi..” Your voice broke him out of the trance he was in. "Can I help you with something?" Eddie looked at you with slightly widened eyes.
“Um, can we… Can we talk? Both of us? In particular?" He wanted to slap himself for the way he was stuttering the words.
"Of course! I just need to call Robin or Steve,” Your eyes scanned the store for your two noisy friends. “I can’t leave the register without anyone here.”
“No problem,” Eddie said shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You smiled before disappearing down the hall.
You practically ran through the bookshelves looking for those two, and no sign of them.
"What a hell?" You stood in the hallway talking to yourself. “Where were those two-” The shrill noises of laughter reached your ear, revealing the location of the two lazy people you called friends.
You marched furiously to the storage room while thinking of millions of curses to throw at them, opening the door with a quick movement letting it slam against the wall, scaring the both of you, you began to complain.
“What do you two think you’re doing here?” Robin and Steve looked at you scared from where they were sitting, laughing about something on Robin's phone. “Did you forget that you also have to work?”
“We were…Uh, the books… The books needed to be scanned? Yes, the books needed to be scanned into the system!” Steve was slurring his words trying to explain himself, while Robin just looked elsewhere as if she wasn't to blame for anything.
“Oh really?” You asked and they both nodded. “Then where are the books and the scanner? I don’t see either one.”
The two remained silent, staring at you, wishing that a stack of books would magically appear in front of them.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Robin began.
“Yes, I think I heard some customer calling us.” The brunette agreed with the blonde girl and they both got up from the couch, hurriedly passing you who was still standing in the doorway.
“What the-” Snorting you rolled your eyes. "Forget it." You mumbled.
Turning to go back to the front of the store and tell Eddie that he could come now, you came face to face with the boy a few feet away, which made you let out a scared yelp.
“Jesus…” You placed your hand on your chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”
He smirked and approached you.
“Sorry, I thought you saw me follow you.” Eddie was looking at you with such intensity that you had to look away.
“Yeah, no, no problem,” You let out a nervous laugh. “Come in, here we can talk privately.” He entered the storage room as you stepped aside and gestured with your hand.
The two of you sat on the brown leather couch and stared at each other.
“So…” “I…” You let out a laugh as you spoke at the same time.
"You first." You said smiling shyly.
“Okay,” The metalhead took a deep breath before starting to speak. “Firstly I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday, I was rude and mean to you when you didn’t deserve it.” His brown eyes remained fixed on yours the entire time. “And secondly, I wanted to explain myself about-” You cut him off before he could say anything else.
“No, no, it’s okay. Seriously, I understand why you reacted the way you did and I don’t blame you for it.” Your body moved closer to him and your hands took his in yours affectionately. “You don’t need to explain yourself about anything, Eds.” The boy felt his heart beat faster and his eyes burn with tears forming in his waterline. “What happened yesterday could have happened to anyone, including me, and I'm sorry if at any point I made you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, I swear that wasn't my intention. You are the most precious boy to me and I truly apologize if you felt this way because of me.”
Eddie had been left speechless.
His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of his chest. He was so moved by the things you said that he barely noticed when tears started to run down his beautiful pale face.
“Oh no, no, please don't cry,” Worry was written in capital letters all over your face. “I-I didn’t say anything in a bad way, please-” Your chatter was interrupted by the warm smile he directed at you.
“You…” He said shaking his head in disbelief. “You have no idea what your words mean to me.” The curly-haired boy felt his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “All my life I've been told I wasn't enough and judged for who I am, I was so insecure about myself that the only way I could find it was to mask who I was, so I created this confident shell that didn't care about the rest of the world, so that maybe one day I could be accepted by someone…” Now you were the one crying silently at his speech.
“And after all these years thinking that I would live with fragments of my true self, you came and knocked me off my feet,” He smiled through his tears and brought one of his hands to your face, caressing it affectionately.
“It scared the hell out of me the way I lost all my composure around you, I felt scared because that boy who was so hurt in the past always tried to be present around you, all the time he wanted to show himself but I suppressed him as much as I could, afraid that I would lose you because of my ghosts. It was a new feeling for me, you know? You brought me comfort and kindness, and it made me want to run, 'cause I was so used to living in pain and being hurt that it became my comfort to feel this all the time, and the idea of being… Truly loved for who I am, made me have so much fear." His eyes widened in realization after the last sentence.
Eddie lived for so long feeling pain and finding comfort in it, that he was afraid of being loved and cared for by someone, believing that he was not worthy of such feelings.
“Eddie…” You looked deeply into his eyes before continuing, and in that moment you didn't see 'Eddie Munson, the Satanist leader of a cult who didn't care about the opinion of any living soul' but 'Eddie Munson, the scared and fragile boy who was so hurt by people who once pretended to love him, the insecure young boy who believed he would never be good enough to be loved by anyone'. “You are more than enough, you are not broken and less worthy of someone’s love, do you hear me?” Despite the serious tone of your voice, it still carried a whirlwind of emotions. "Nobody! No one has the right to say whether or not you deserve to be loved, because you do deserve to be happy in any and every way, Eddie. And this little boy inside you?” You asked with teary, red eyes and he nodded. “Let him out, let me get to know him, let me take care of him and show him how loved he is. Let him be free this time, because this time I will take care of you two, I will show you how much love I have to give you.”
The two of you looked at each other as if there was no one else in the world, just two souls destined to find each other and become just one, a single soul that carried with it the fragments of the past so that in the future they would remind them of the arduous path they had taken until they found home at each other's hearts.
Eddie was the first to close the distance between you, being followed by you immediately.
Your lips touched, causing an explosion of feelings in your hearts and pure passion to run like thick honey through your veins, filling each wound and healing the cuts that seemed to not want to heal.
His hands were like warm silk that slid easily across your skin, taking place at the base of your neck as he possessively cupped your cheek and claimed your mouth for himself with his warm, sensual tongue, caressing every corner and edge of your cavity.
You gave in equally to the kiss and holding his wet face, you let all the feelings flow as you lost yourself in the taste of love that was in each other's mouths.
Passion. Euphoria. Reassurance. And love, so much love.
He deepened the kiss even more and sighed intensely, sliding one of his arms around your waist and holding you as if you were going to disappear at any moment.
Your hands found the base of his neck and you intertwined your fingers in his long locks, bringing him to you.
But it still wasn't enough, your bodies screamed for each other and your minds clouded with the desire to feel the raw and pure nature that emanated from your pores and dripped from your centers.
You broke the kiss and lightly ripped off the leather jacket he was wearing, placing your mouth on his again and running your hands up his arms in a frantic manner. You wanted to feel him in his entirety, his body, his essence and his soul.
Eddie was no different, his mind screamed your name incessantly and his body cried out hotly to possess your flesh and infiltrate you, draining your arousal until there was no drop left.
With a quick movement he laid you down and was on top of you, stopping only to take off his shirt and throw it somewhere in the storage room.
“God, tasting you is like having a taste of the nectar of the gods, I can’t get enough.” He admired you and smiled, placing his lips on your neck and jaw.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with his mouth trailing kisses and licking your sensitive spots. “God, Eddie.” Your body was on fire and his attention only intensified that.
“Wait, wait…” You managed to mumble breathlessly.
“Did I hurt you? We can stop if-” You silenced him by putting a finger on his mouth. “Shhh, lay down. Now.” Something in his gaze changed and you could swear you heard him whimper softly.
Eddie lay down on the couch and you stood up watching him, his Adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed hard seeing your look. You were like a seductive panther looking at him as if he was your prey and you were waiting for the right moment to enjoy the meal. Him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good…” Draping one of your legs over him you sat on top of his crotch. “And I will show you who owns this body.” With that said, you attacked his mouth with yours, this time the kiss was fierce, full of bites and sinfully whispered moans.
He filled his hand and squeezed your ass tightly, drawing a breathy sigh from you, while the other moved up to your breast and pinched your nipple through the fabric of your blouse and bra.
You ran your lips and trailed a path of wet kisses to his jaw, going straight to his earlobe and nibbling, feeling him stiffen beneath you. That's the spot, you thought.
“You love teasing me, don’t you? Always trying to make me surrender first…” He asked as he placed his feet firmly on the floor and held your waist, pressing down and rubbing your pussy with his rock-hard cock. “You’re going to need more than that, sweetheart…” He held your head, pushing you against his sensitive spot and sighed with lust.
"Me?" Pretending to be innocent, you began to kiss hotly down to his pale pink nipples and, God, they were pierced. “And what have we here?” You ran your tongue gently, seeing him shiver and smile, biting his lip. “Oh… They’re sensitive, aren’t they?” With your thumb and forefinger you began to squeeze and roll them between your fingers.
“Oh God, please.” He panted and arched his back bringing his chest to you. “They're still too sensitive…” He let go of your waist and unbuttoned the buttons on your beige uniform shirt, taking it off and throwing it in some corner. “I need to feel you or I’ll go crazy.” He pulled the clasp of your bra in one agile movement and ripped it from your body with violence. “What did you do to me, woman?” His hands grabbed both of your breasts and squeezed with voracious force, eliciting a muffled moan from you.
“I just put you in your place, big boy.” You sat up straight and took your time admiring him, his disheveled look, his alabaster chest full of tattoos and his hard nipples, his slender waist and his happy trail that led to the treasure you selfishly wanted to enjoy. “The other women never knew how to deal with you, isn’t that right?” He looked at you with his eyes half closed and mouth hanging open and nodded. “Hmmm…” You began to roll your hips into his crotch and brought your hands to his that were resting on top of your breasts and pressed them even harder, throwing your head back with the pleasure that electrified your body as your clitoris started being stimulated with friction. “They never knew how you become such a good boy when someone commands you, right my pet?”
“Hmmm fuck yeah, I'm such a good boy for you... No one can have me like you do, my love…” He was slowly losing the last bit of sanity he had left, you were like a drug and he was the addict in abstinence and would use you until he couldn't take it anymore and dropped dead.
“That’s it, baby, you poor thing… You just needed someone to tame you like you deserve, right?” Mocking his fucked up state you laughed mischievously. “Shhh, don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me not to stop…” Sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs covered in ripped black jeans, you began to play with the hem of his pants, teasing him.
“Jesus…” He panted and ran a hand through his untamed curls. “Please don't fuck with me this time” Whispering quietly and looking at his dick he bit his lower lip so hard that he was sure he would draw blood. “Are you nervous, big boy?” Your seductive voice penetrated his ears like the song of a siren who was about to take him to the bottom of the ocean and drown him in the dark waters of pleasure. “Yeah-” he cleared his throat. “Do I make you nervous?” Your hand slowly crackling down his pelvis and caressing his thighs was enough to short-circuit his poor, lust-ridden brain, allowing him to only nod pathetically.
Sliding one hand up his inner thigh and giving it an experimental squeeze as your left trailed its way to the hard bulge in his pants, you saw his face contort in pleasure and he let out a shuddering breath. “Hmm, I can make you relax… But I don’t know if you deserve it, you know?” Teasing him for fun just to see the desperate look on his beautiful face that was sin incarnate.
“W-What? No I-I” his plea was interrupted by your mocking tone of voice. “Ah, ah, ah… You've been such a bad boy recently,” The smile on your face widened even more when you noticed how wide his eyes were, dilated pupils swallowing any trace of the chocolate that painted his iris, giving way to the black that emanated the lust that his body failed to contain. “Bad boys don’t deserve good things, my pet.”
Shaking his head like a maniac, his hoarse and sly voice pleaded. “N-no, I was… I was a good boy, please! Please touch me… Fuck, please touch me.” He didn't care how pathetic he sounded now, his mind was completely clouded. You you you. It was all he could focus on, your fresh citrus smell that invaded his nostrils and made him want to stick his nose in your neck, your ethereal and unique taste that stuck to his tongue and permeated his taste buds, your curves that fit so perfectly in his hands and your body that reacted so deliciously to him.
“I don’t know… You still haven’t convinced me that you deserve it.” You looked at him intensely and he swallowed hard when he noticed the strange gleam in your eyes. “Beg… Beg me to touch you, Eddie.” You waited with a small smile. “Please? Please touch me?” He spoke quietly, his face turning pink. “You can do better than that, pet…” He huffed and looked to the side with a pout. “Okay, since you don't want to ask nicely,” Leaning on his knees, you stood up and stood. “I’ll come back-” “No, wait wait!” He quickly dropped to his knees at your feet and circled his arms around your waist and hips, looking at you with puppy dog eyes that would make you commit atrocities if he used them against you. “Please…” He began, “Please touch me, I’m begging you.” He rubbed one of his cheeks on your bare stomach and began trailing kisses down to the hem of your jeans. “Let me feel you… Please, I’ll do anything.” He held your waist with such strength that you would definitely have had his finger marks the other day - not that you cared at the moment, too focused on the way he begged for your touch.
“Stand up,” You ordered and he promptly obeyed, rushing forward, almost losing his balance. “Take your pants and shoes off, now.” His hands flew to the button on his pants, undoing it and then unzipping his black jeans, bending down to untie the knots on the black combat boots he wore and discarding them somewhere nearby. You saw the hesitation in his eyes as he bit his lip and commanded again. "You are deaf? Strip. The pants. Now." Your hard, dominating voice made him tremble and shiver with desire.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and removed the item of clothing, revealing the white Calvin Klein boxers he was wearing. Your eyes migrated to his crotch and your mouth watered as you noticed the size of the bulge that stretched the fabric almost to its limit, a small wet spot could be seen where his pink tip rested and could be seen due to the transparency of the damp fabric.
“You know, I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one taking off my clothes, don’t you?” His voice dropped a few octaves and reverberated through your body, his eyes practically burning each and every piece of clothing you wore. “And who said I care what you think?” You slid a finger down his tattooed chest, stopping before your hand came down on his erection. “But I suppose you’re right…” Withdrawing your finger and walking away, you saw him exhale in frustration and the corners of your mouth turned up in a wicked little smile.
You took off your sneakers and socks, taking your hand to your denim shorts and unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly, making a show for the brunette standing in front of you. He licked his lips hungrily at every bit of skin that was exposed in the process, his eyes making you feel like a furnace inside.
The two of you were now standing face to face in just your underwear, Eddie couldn't take his eyes off your body, he was looking at you so intensely that your knees went weak when you took a step forward.
“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch and let me take care of you, huh?” You placed both hands on his chest and pushed him until he sat on the furniture, taking a place between his open legs and kneeling again.
“I’m gonna' make you feel so good, Eddie…” You rubbed your hand over his crotch, avoiding his cock only to see him twitch. “I don’t- fuck- I don’t doubt that, sweetheart, but please-” His babbling was cut off by the feeling of your small hand stroking the base of his dick so lightly that he was barely sure you were touching him. "What? Please, what-” Your fingers collided with something even harder.
His eyes glittered with a wild glow and you narrowed your eyes and looked down to where your hand rested.
Eddie smirked and bit his lower lip when he noticed your surprised face. “What’s wrong, sweetie? See anything you like?” He was making fun of you and you could tell.
Moving your hand, you spoke again, “A piercing… Munson, Munson, you’re a box full of surprises…” Your index fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear. “Do you have any more surprises for me, Eddie?” Your playful question was answered as soon as you removed the last piece of clothing from him and his cock emerged free in all its glory: big and thick, probably a good nine inches, with a prominent vein on the underside, curved slightly to the right and, the cherry on top, his gray metal piercing decorating the drooling, reddish tip.
His eyes were boring into your face, trying to catch your reactions.
Your eyes widened slightly and your mouth parted, forming a slight “o”, while one of your hands crept up to his erect dick and caressed the long shaft.
“Oh yes, this is a big surprise…” Your hand moved up and down. “Now be a good boy and keep still while I suck your cock.” His face contorted into an expression of pleasure and his mouth fell open in a whimper. “Damn, woman, you're going to be the death of me…” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
His eyes were boring into your face, trying to catch your reactions.
Your eyes widened slightly and your mouth parted, forming a slight “o”, while one of your hands crept up to his erect dick and caressed the long shaft.
“Oh yes, this is a big surprise…” Your hand moved up and down. “Now be a good boy and keep still while I suck your cock.” His face contorted into an expression of pleasure and his mouth fell open in a whimper. “Damn, woman, you're going to be the death of me…” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand and dipped your head.
You took him in your mouth easily, sucking on the tip while your tongue slid over the sensitive head that leaked the milky fluid. Eddie whined loudly, his hands moving to hold through your hair, tangling his calloused fingers through your soft hair. Your mouth, velvety warm, sucking him down gently while driving him crazy.
Eddie exhaled languidly, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes.
You look up at him, jacking him slowly and still sucking his red swollen tip, Eddie nodded at you gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.
"Just like that, honey..." His face writhed in the purest expression of lust, shutting his eyes for a moment.
He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat and your skilled tongue caressing his shaft, and still willing to take him further into your tight throat. "Goddamit, baby, this sinful mouth of yours… F-fuck that feels so good.."
"So good, you’re so good to me baby." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the empty storage room where the two of you vulgarly expressed your most carnal and sinful desires.
You gave him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed up and down his cock.
His eyes trailed down to you, seeing you looking at him while almost sucking his soul out of his body,it was too much for his poor brain to handle. Eddie closed his eyes again and let out a symphony of moans and whimpers to the feeling of your warm wet mouth.
Your hand cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, pulling back to suction on his heavy sac and moving your hand down his shaft, deeply inhaling the musky scent of his manhood.
Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth licking the soft skin of his balls and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.
"Holy fucking shit." Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You take me so good, isn’t that right baby? Gos, such a fucking slut for my dick, huh? Bet you soaking through these panties ."
You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his sac.
He wasn't going to last long with jerking him and fondling his ball like that, you were too good at this. Too good at making him a total and pathetic mess.
You knew he was so close, his toes were curling, his breath becoming erratic and his grip on your head getting tighter each time, the coil in his lower belly pulling closer and closer until it snapped, spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue while he threw his head back and groaned loudly.
He milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth. .
You swallowed him in one big gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, seeing the way his eyes became darker.
“Fuck,” he panted and ate you with his eyes. “I have to be inside you in the next five seconds or I’m gonna’ get fucking crazy, ‘cause you're killing me here, baby.” Desperation and lust were written across his eyes.
You smiled, still kneeling between his legs, and bit your lip seductively with half lidded eyes.
“Oh yeah? You're that desperate to feel my pussy around your cock, huh?” You stood up and looked down at him through your eyelashes, seeing him nod dumbly.
"I'm being such a good boy for you, don't you think I deserve this..." Nothing could prepare you for the word that would come out of his mouth in the next moment. "...Mommy?"
You choked on your own spit.
Jesus Christ, that simple word leaving his mouth was able to light an intense flame inside you, that licked your center and melted into a slick that soaked your panties and ran down your thigh.
You stood there, opening and closing your mouth like a fish in water, completely speechless.
Eddie watched you with a shit-eating grin as if to say "I won."
His expression faltered as he noticed your hard gaze and sinister smile at him, you saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed dry and cleared his throat.
“Yeah...you really are a box full of surprises, Eddie, and it's going to be so fun to play with you..." You hooked your thumbs into your wet panties and dragged them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor and kicking it to some corner of the room.
His eyes were now fixed on your smooth, glistening pussy, you felt a surge of pride and self-confidence as you noticed his cock kicking in interest.
Eddie was sure that at this point he was shamelessly drooling at the sight of you naked in front of him, your body must surely be the representation of Satan and his sin as how provocative and ungodly it was.
"Shit..." With the way you were looking at him, like you wanted to eat him alive, he probably wouldn't get out of there in one piece.
You grinned at him and leaned over, putting a leg over him and sitting on his hairy thighs.
Your eyes skimmed over the pretty boy below you, his fucked out face, he never looked so beautiful.
Your eyes wandered his slender torso and followed the delicious happy trail that led to the thatch of dark curls framing his gorgeous dick..
“Ready for me sweetheart?” He asked with an air of smugness and tucked his hands behind his head, but you could see that he was controlling himself not to jump on your bones. "The real question here is, are you ready for me, Eds?” You trailed your hand from his stomach to his tattooed chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples drawing a shaky breath from him. "So...so ready, princess, please..." His glazed eyes were heavy, you hummed, but remained silent as his hands hovered over your thighs before shakily running through your hips and waist.
Still grinning at him, you reached between your bodies to give his cock a few steady strokes. He pulsed in your palm and it sent a surge of need through your lower belly.
Adjusting yourself and sitting upright, you moved until you were sitting on top of his rock hard cock, giving your hips an experimental rock and shivering as you grind against his cock slowly, the fiction on your clit sending waves of arousal coursing through your veins.
“Go ahead baby, take what you want.” Eddie closes his eyes, fighting his inner demons to not to cum with just that, his hips thrusting into you into its own accord. "Sit still or I'll stop." You warned and Eddie's hips stilled before reluctantly settling against the couch. "How badly do you want to cum, baby?" You asked, slowly rocking your hips before sitting back down on his lap. You set a lazy pace, making sure each glide of your wet cunt was slower than the last. “Christ, mommy-” Eddie whimpering, his hips thrusting weakly against yours.
He didn't see it coming, he just felt the burning sensation and the impact of your hand on the left side of his face. “Dont. Fucking. Move.” You hold a tight grip on his throat. “Answer me, you pathetic slut.”
"Fuck," he panted as his back arched off, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to–" Another slap delivered across his cheek, the skin blossoming a pretty shade of pale pink-reddish. "Fuck! I want it so bad, I want to cum so bad, Mommy!" Lustful tears were forming on his waterline and threatening to spill over his hot cheeks. “Hmm, that’s a good boy…” Your lips kissed his red cheek with tenderness.
"Who-who thought that you were into that shit..." Eddie's voice has a rasp to it. “Might be a lot about me you don't know, Munson.”
Your fingertips dug into his chest as you steadied yourself with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, and ever so slowly sank down on his generous length. Mingling moans and whimpers paired with the sounds of his grunts filled the small space of the storage room, you shuddered as he stretched you inch by glorious inch and let out a content sigh when you were fully seated on his lap, his balls pressed against your ass.
“Oh my god, Eddie…” He had one hell of a view, and it had him entranced. Your jaw was slack as you gasped and panted from how deep he was, and your head was thrown back with pleasure. He gave you a moment to adjust before both of his hands found purchase on your ass and he started fucking into you like a wild animal. "Hoooly fucking shit, you're so fucking- Oh God!” he whimpered. “Yes… Oh fuck, right there!” Your hands held onto his arms that were circling your waist while his thick cock pumped in and out of you.
“Eddie!” You cried, your pussy clamping down around his dick as your thighs snapped closed on his narrow waist. “Oh my fucking god! Ohhhh-” The boy laughed breathlessly seeing you lose your mind over how good he was fucking you. "Yeah Mommy? Where's all that atittude, huh? Got so dumb on my cock that you can't even answer me?" He met you for a sloppy kiss, both of you too far gone to care about the clumsiness. "You... Dick." He moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, hands flying to your face as he bucked into you.
“Close, I'm- baby I’m so close,” you whined against his lips.
The white burning coil in your core grew to reach its snapping point with every brush of his dark curls against your clit.
“Yeah, you gonna cum for me?" His sweaty forehead pressed to your own while his almost black irises looked deep into your soul. “Fuck, that's it Mommy, I wanna feel you cumming all over my cock.” His hand left your waist to snake down, his thumb rubbed tight circles to your clit, helping that tight band snap inside you. “Oh fuck!” You cried out loud as you came, not caring if Robin or Steve would hear. Your hips continued to roll, a clumsy attempt at keeping up with his thrusts and his thumb that still rubbed your bundle of nerves.
“Feels so… fuck, your pussy…” He babbled, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Hmm… you’re just so… tight and warm.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let every one of his senses be entirely consumed by you.
He's loud when he comes, whimpering loudly, full body weak with it. You feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, deep painting your insides white.
"Thank you, Mommy..." He's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down. "God, you're so perfect."
The mixing of his cum and your arousal is now coating your inner thighs, and dripping onto his balls and crotch. “Jesus fuck—” He slip his now soft cock out of your cunt, seeing the white fluid dripping of your insides.
Both of his arms wrapped protectively around you and his nose nuzzled against your temple as he whispered how good you were for him.
Eddie pressed your cheek to the crown of your head and drew soothing patterns across your warm, sweaty skin. “Do you think they heard us?” You broke the comfortable silence. "For sure." He laughed softly and you widened your eyes, slapping his chest. "Eddie!" "What? You asked and I just answered." You rolled your eyes and stood up, getting off his lap. "Wait, wait!" He held your waist and sat you down on the couch, heading towards the black shirt he had thrown on the floor a few minutes before. "Gotta clean up my girl." He went to the water machine in the corner of the room and wetted the fabric, returning to where you were and gently rubbing it against your skin.
You both got dressed in silence and looked at each other.
“So…” “Yeah…” You looked at the wall as if there was something interesting there as he rocked back on his heels with his hands in his leather jacket pockets. "Um..." He began. "What do you think about... I don't know, going to the movies today? I saw there's a really cool movie in the theater and- and it would be cool if we went together." You smiled, biting your lip. "Really? What's the movie?" The boy smiled too and was sincere. "I don't know, but with you anything is cool." Your heart melted at his sweet words.
"Pick me up at seven?" You opened the door, stepping outside so he could get out too. "Seven, great, very good." He wanted to beat himself for being so nervous, for God’s sake just a few minutes ago he was balls deep in you.
"Okay! I'll see you at seven then." You smiled and walked towards the front of the bookstore, coming face to face with Steve and Robin whispering, who soon stopped as soon as they saw you and Eddie.
Eddie said goodbye to you and left the store, waving his hand and smiling once again as he mouthed 'see you at seven'.
You turned to your friends who had a mischievous smile on their faces and walked back to your spot behind the counter.
"So..." Robin said. "Mommy, huh?" Bursting into laughter with Steve.
"Fuck off, you two." You mumbled, face burning with embarrassment.
You could say that those two gave you hell for a long time after that day.
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Cool Heat
Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Mentions of dubcon
Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, spanking, more tags to be added
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Notes: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING SO PATIENT, I'm sorry this chapter took so long to roll out. Real life stuff, I hope y'all understand. Please enjoy!
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CHAPTER 4
You woke up feeling more rested than you did most mornings. If you knew Loki was this good at sex you may have hit him up earlier. Asshole or no, he knew what he was doing. Last night’s events replayed in your head repeatedly: your dream that wasn’t a dream, your conversation, and ultimately the conclusion. They spun around in your head as you tried to assess because it was hard to believe that you had sex with Loki. You also wondered, was it wrong that you weren’t angry at him for having sex while you were unconscious? It definitely wasn’t right of him, but you’d been feeling so lonely and horny – horny for him – that you didn’t care. You quite enjoyed it, actually.
After mulling these thoughts, you took a shower, got dressed, and threw the sheets in the washer. It was nearing 11:00 am on a Tuesday. Shit, you were supposed to submit some reports to Coulson by nine!
You ran to the elevator and went back up to the penthouse. Gathering your paperwork and opening your laptop, you opened up the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and began uploading the work you should have submitted two hours ago. Thankfully, there were no text messages, emails in your inbox, or missed calls on your phone, so Coulson must be preoccupied this morning. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice the time stamp that read 11:28am.
In this moment you were eternally grateful the majority of your work was remote because if you came into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters three hours late because you slept in, Fury would have your head.
With that problem finished, you went to check on Loki. Back down in the bedroom areas, you stood in the hallway and knocked on his bedroom door. A sense of deja vu swept over you.
“Come in,” the god’s voice said behind the door.
The knob turned and you entered Loki’s room. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall opposite him. He seemed not all there.
“Loki?” you asked. “How are you feeling?”
“Not worse, but not better, either.”
“So you’re still..?”
“Still enormously frustrated sexually? Yes.”
A wave of insecurity washed over you. “It wasn’t… bad, was it?”
He shook his head. “Quite the contrary, it was exactly what I needed. I felt better, instantly. But it came back as soon as I awoke this morning. The fundamental issue I am facing, however, is this dreaded blue color – and these horns. I cannot will this form away with magic no matter how hard I try.”
You apologized for his state.
“Are you not disgusted by me?” the god asked. “After last night?”
“I already told you that it’s okay, you weren’t yourself,” you said.
“I also meant… after.”
“Like, the actual sex?”
He nodded.
“Are you not disgusted by this brutish, carnal form? How rough I was with you. These horns… these claws…” He sneered after looking at his own nails.
“No.” You blushed. “It was really hot, actually.”
For the first time in days, he laughed an actual, genuine laugh. “Sincerely? You human women are so strange. No Asgardian woman in their right mind would bed a Jotun.”
“Their loss,” you said.
He furrowed his eyebrow at you but also, perhaps there was a hint of a smile?
“No matter, my predicament is… URGH!”
Out of nowhere, Loki curled his right hand into a fist and punched the wall. Little pieces of drywall flew outward. Loki retracted his hand and a fist-sized hole was left behind in its wake. He dusted off a thin layer of powder from his knuckles.
You jumped back. “What was that?!”
Loki’s shoulders heaved. “I don’t know! That’s the problem! I don’t know. I have no clue why this is happening now, and why it’s so drastic. I get these changes in mood, like I’m nothing but an adolescent again who cannot even master his own emotions. I feel virile yet emasculated. We had intercourse, so why was it not enough?”
He punched the wall a second time. With gritted teeth and labored breaths he stared at it and you were unsure if the god was lost in thought or would lose his temper entirely. You watched his pecs and the dark blue ridges upon his body move up and down with his breaths. His lean arms, the biceps on them; those horns, those eyes…
Okay, snap back to reality. Loki’s having a crisis. Sex is the only thing that made him feel himself again, even if it was just for a few hours. Like he said, he was in heat; maybe just one go isn’t enough to get the job done.
“Well, we know what we have to do, then.” You outstretched your arms, offering yourself.
He turned from the wall. “What are you –”
“What position do you want me in, Loki?” You interrupted, asserting yourself. You fought the blush creeping up your cheeks. “On my back? On my side? Do you want me to blow you first? Pick one. You want to fix this, right?”
Loki stood there in shock; examining your face, your body language. Or was he checking you out? He dropped his fist that was prepping to punch the wall and his lips stretched into a devious grin.
“On the bed, all fours.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you replied.
Stripping yourself of your clothes, you approached his bed, staying in the crawling position upon his mattress.
To your side he stripped as well, and he was already rock hard. That blueish purple cock sprang from his pants, rearing to go. He climbed onto the bed behind you, examining your backside. You jolted forward as his cold hands touched your thighs. You’d forgotten how cold he felt. His icy fingers traced the smooth skin of your legs.
Then out of nowhere, he spanked you. A cold, red handprint decorated your bottom.
You gave a small screech, jolting forward again – both from the low temperature and the sudden smack.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” you muttered, nodding.
Another smack, and this next screech was mixed with a moan.
“Your assertiveness was quite endearing, but remember your tone when speaking to your king.”
He spanked your ass again.
“My – my king?” you asked.
“Yes, your king. Did I not mention to you the other day that I was kept as a bargain by Odin? I wasn’t any Jotun child, I was Laufey’s son, the king of the Jotuns.”
Another spanking. You felt yourself grow wet amidst the pain.
“N – no, you didn’t mention that part.”
“Though I failed to conquer Earth, and Thor is the first heir to Asgard, since Laufey is dead I am still a king in my own right – of Jotunheim.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, my king.”
He gave you one last spanking, a lighter smack, a playful one. “I forgive you,” he said, lowering himself over your back, so his lips could graze your ear. He placed his hands on your butt, to soothe the irritated skin. The iciness felt good but you also squirmed due to your skin being so sensitive there.
With his new position, his cock rested against your cunt. You prevented yourself from lurching forward. He rubbed the cold member against your lips.
“Now your king shall claim what is his.”
Without further warning, Loki penetrated your opening, sinking completely within you. His chilly member made you clench around him. You gasped as you acclimated to him. Oh god, he was big. You didn’t know how you could forget since the last time you fucked him was literally hours ago, yet you were still in awe. His cool, dextrous fingers brushed your hips, finding the perfect place to grip in order to rail you. Then, he moved within you, and you already felt your juices coating him and your own thighs. Completely at his mercy, you allowed him to take all of you, as you kneeled on the bed, all fours, like an animal. He slipped in and out of your cunt at a deliciously fast pace, hitting the right spot every time. Your arms barely kept upright as you tried to keep up the weight of yourself and your balance as the god of mischief rocked your body.
While fucking you, Loki removed one hand from your hip to grasp your hair and tugged. Your head tilted backward so that you were forced to look straight forward instead of below. On one hand you could count how many times you were in Loki’s room, and you didn’t realize until now that he had a mirror mounted above the bed frame, so when he pulled your hair you were forced to look at the scene. You, your tits hanging, on hands and knees, and the blue god of mischief with one hand fisted in your hair and his cock taking you for all you’re worth. His mouth flashed a devious smile as your eyes connected through the mirror, and his red eyes gleamed of hunger and dominance. He tightened his fist in your hair and spoke.
“Enjoying the view?”
In your pleasure you found it difficult to form words.
He spanked your ass. The combination of that, your hair, the view ahead, and your cunt sent sparks through your body. A high-pitched moan escaped your lips.
“I asked you a question.”
Your legs quaked like jello, but you managed to say: “Yes!”
The light in the god’s eyes danced. Another smile graced his face, “Good.”
He released your hair. Your head fell forward again, your arms collapsed underneath you, and now your face was buried in the mattress. With nothing but your ass in the air, Loki continued to drive into your pussy, chuckling at the state of you; tired, splayed out, and completely surrendered to him. He gave another playful spanking on your behind.
You gathered the blankets underneath, balling them in your fists as Loki delivered your pleasure unto you. All you could do was hold on, listen to the sounds of his hips slapping your skin and the wet noises of furious lovemaking, and praise his body into the bed. Your legs, before jello, were now an autumn leaf shaking in the wind and you knew you were so close. Loki dug his claws into your hips, claiming you once again and you were gone. Shouting into the blankets, your cunt tensed before finally releasing, and you climaxed on the god’s cold, pulsing cock; riding the waves and yet somehow keeping your ass in the air.
Your climax, however, was the catalyst for his own and Loki burst within you, sending a final few thrusts into your hole. He filled you again, uttering his own release to the heavens. Then you both collapsed onto the bed.
When he found the strength to roll off you, you excused yourself to his bathroom to clean up. After that, as well as re-brushing your hair and getting dressed, you entered his bedroom again to find him on the bed reading a book. Loki was still naked as the day he was born. One long, lean blue leg was crossed over the other as he lay back. Your eyes traced the ridges of his Jotun form up along his toned body, then up his face and ending at the curve of his horns. His eyelashes fluttered against his ruby-red eyes. How in the world did he see himself ugly in this form?
You spoke up: “It’s getting close to afternoon. I’m gonna make breakfast. Want anything?”
Loki looked up from his book and nodded. “Yes, I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll have whatever you are having.”
“Cool,” you said, returning upstairs to the penthouse.
In the kitchen you pulled out the cookware and ingredients to make scrambled eggs and hash browns. The items sizzled on the pans, filling the kitchen with the aroma of eggs, potatoes, and spices. Your stomach growled in approval and restlessness. Loki joined shortly behind you, now clothed in his usual garb of black and green. His horns stood high and mighty, even regal, atop his head, cutting through the air.
“This is the first time I have been out in this state at midday in nearly a fortnight,” Loki remarked. He looked around the room, almost as if he’d forgotten what it looked like bathed in noon’s light.
“That’s rough. I’m sorry,” you said. “How do you feel now?”
“Better – much. I had thought I would need intercourse once and this would go away. Now, I am not so sure. I am hoping… soon.”
You nodded. “Yeah, especially since we don’t know when the others will come back from that mission, and if you’re still ‘sick’,” you airquoted. “...by the time they get back, I’m pretty sure they’re going to start getting nosy, maybe even suspicious.”
Loki growled, not enthused by that thought. A slight tingle tickled your southern area. Instantly, you wondered: were you an asshole for being attracted to his irritability? It’s not like you meant to, but the growling was, well…
“Do you need help with the cooking?” Loki said, interrupting your thoughts.
“Yes, thank you.” Good distraction from that moral dilemma. Thank you, Loki. “Actually, could you help clean up? Put some of the things away for me while I watch the stove?”
The god nodded and proceeded to help with his tasks. Cabinets were opened and closed as he put the spices away, he went and washed the silverware you weren’t using anymore, and threw the eggshells and other trash in the garbage. The food would be ready in just a few minutes.
The kitchen grew quiet again when he finished. So quiet, you thought he may have slinked off somewhere – to the bathroom or something. Until you felt a pair of hands on your hips.
“And you are well after our encounters?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His cool breath tickled your ear.
One of his hands moved lower, cupping your ass slightly. A jolt of electricity flowed through you. He had you pinned between his front and the kitchen counter.
“The eggs,” you said in protest.
“What about the eggs?” he quipped, squeezing you lightly.
“They’ll burn. Don’t distract me.”
“Then don’t get distracted.”
Loki proceeded to move his other hand to your other ass cheek, kneading both hands on your behind through your shorts. His mouth lowered closer to you, gliding his cold tongue against your neck. The hairs on your arms stood on their ends, goosebumps budding. The god licked slowly, deliberately. You shivered and Loki chuckled lightly against your skin. He bared his teeth -- his fangs -- and grazed the points over your carotid.
You tried to pay attention to the cooking food; flipping over the eggs, watching the potatoes, adjusting the heat as necessary. However, you were facing much difficulty ignoring the rising heat within your body.
Loki switched between teeth and tongue, lapping and nipping at your neck. You gasped when he bit your earlobe, smoothing over the pain with another lick. One of his hands moved to your front, sneaking underneath your shorts and underwear to play with you. His fingers toyed with your slit, wetting them in your slick and using his lubricated digits to circle your clit. You did your best to not lurch into the hot stove with his cold hands pleasuring you. Your hands gripped the handle on the oven as you moaned aloud.
“I told you not to get distracted,” the god teased. You opened your eyes – which you didn’t realize you’d even closed and quickly removed the eggs from the heat. The ends browned a bit, but they were nowhere close to burned; just a bit more cooked than you’d like them to be.
Your hands returned to the oven’s door handle, bracing yourself so your legs wouldn’t give in. Loki teased you mercilessly: one hand on your ass, the other playing with your clit, and his mouth, tongue, and lips attacking your neck and ear. You could already feel the hickey forming.
“Turn your head toward me,” the god urged.
You did, and met his gaze. He stole a kiss, deep and wanton, and cold; deliciously and illicitly cold. As you kissed, you realized this was your first one with him. A bit backwards, given you’d had sex twice before even kissing, but not unwanted. No, not unwanted at all. His kiss made you lightheaded and shivery, especially as he dove his tongue into your mouth. All this while he massaged your clit, soft and engorged and wet.
When the kiss broke, you took the hash browns off the heat too. “It’s hard to not get distracted when I can’t even see what’s in front of me.”
“Well, there’s no more distracting then, given the food’s done.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loki yanked your shorts and underwear down your legs. They pooled at your ankles. He barely gave you any time to shake them off before parting your legs for him, exposing your opening for him, and he entered you swiftly. You gave a choked sound as you adjusted to him, his thick, chilly, irresistible cock planted within you. His hands moved; one on hip and the other under your shirt to pinch your nipples.
“I thought you were good,” you croaked.
“Oh, I’m more than good now,” Loki uttered as he began to move within you.
“I mean… We just fucked… not even twenty minutes ago, and already… Mmmf.” You bit your lip as he hit that sweet spot within you.
“What can I say? I finished cleaning up, then I began watching you. Your shorts barely covering your ass, accentuating your thighs, how your hair cascades down your shoulders. Something like a switch flipped inside me. I had to have you. You won’t deny me now, surely?”
“N – no.” Your thighs pressed together and your eyes shut closed. With anyone else this would be too much, but with him you didn’t find yourself growing tired, nor sore, nor overstimulated. Something about Loki, his touch, his voice made you want his sex just as much as he required it for his sanity.
So he fucked you there, on the kitchen counter, in front of the stove. The god of mischief thrusted into you, his chest pressed against your back. The chill of his skin radiated from his chest through your shirt, and of course his cold hands on your breasts and cock buried inside you aroused your senses and your attention. He drove his cock upward, and the best you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked his divine jotun lechery into you. As they did when you were taken from behind, your thighs shook, your pussy clenched, and with a snap Loki spilled his frigid seed into you. His fingernails dug into your hips and teeth sunk into your neck as he completed his final thrusts, filling you with his load.
The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths. His chest rose and fell against your back, his wintry breath panting upon your skin. When he removed himself, a wet plop noise sounded as his cock exited you. His seed within you trickled down your legs, droplets of him dripping onto the tile floor. You moaned impatiently upon his removal, as you were still flushed with arousal.
“Patience, woman,” the god spoke. “I am not yet done.”
Without warning, he grabbed you and moved you to an empty space on the counter. Placing you with your back against the granite, he lined his still erect cock with your entrance. His hands grabbed your ankles, resting them on the dip of his shoulders and again, he drove into you.
You screamed.
The frost giant god railed you with his cock, with complete and total access to your cunt, filling you to the brim. Within seconds, he hit the sweet spot within you at the perfect, fast, desperate pace, and you came on him. Your walls pulsed and contracted as you rode his cold member through your orgasm, screaming at the ceiling of Stark Tower. All the muscles in your body relaxed and you finally opened your eyes to see the face of a demon grinning lasciviously at you. His raven black hair rested upon his shoulders, a pretty contrast to his sapphire skin, and you watched him as he fucked you to a second completion.
A third time today – or was it fourth, since technically you fucked after midnight last night, and then this morning, and now… Your brain was too addled but yes, four was probably right. For a fourth time today, Loki came inside you, his member pulsating within you, ejaculating and filling you once again.
He bent down and bit your neck before separating. His scarlet eyes roamed over your body, entirely used and spent. He chuckled to himself. You must have been quite a sight at the moment, with your hair every which way and utterly drenched of him.
With a flick of his wrist, a golden hue emanated from his hands and then disappeared – the mess with it. All of his cum – on the counter, inside you, on the floor, vanished as if it had never existed. With a light head you carefully sat up and jumped down from the counter.
“You look like you’re about to faint,” Loki said.
“I’ll be fine, I just need food. It’s not customary for me to fuck multiple times before breakfast. I’m on an empty stomach right now and I just came three times in half an hour.”
You redressed yourself and plated the food. “Great, well, it’s almost cold now. You interested in cold eggs? ‘Cause that’s what we’re getting.”
“Are you saying you regret our tryst?” he teased.
“No. Yes… I don’t know. No, no I don’t regret it, but I don’t want cold breakfast either!”
You plopped your plate on the dining table harder than was necessary and sat in the chair, ready to eat your sad breakfast.
The god flicked his wrist again, and instantly steam emanated from your food. The smell of warm food filled your nostrils again and you devoured your breakfast.
“Would a ‘thank you’ hurt?”
“Fank you,” you said, mouth half-full.
Loki quirked an eyebrow at the utter impropriety. He redressed himself and joined you at the table.
“We are probably going to need to fuck once breakfast is finished. I’m already feeling the urge again.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” you muttered. This was the worst best problem you’ve ever encountered.
And he was true to his word. When the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Loki had you on the counter again.
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Flowers of Love Part 2
Morpheus returns but what he finds left is worse than he ever experienced. (Changed some dialogue and Dream likes to blame himself throughout)
I wanna thank everyone who liked, commented and reblogged the first part. I really didn't expect it. When I announced it only 29 ish people liked and most of the time the fic will get less likes than the announcement blog but I’m extremely glad it did so well. So less talking more of the story. ( One person saw the Star Wars inspiration in part 1 :) So Anakin and Padme's theme is now Morpheus and Y/N’s)
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Across The Stars,
Part0 part1
106 years that’s how long Morpheus was locked up, and since he couldn't punish Burgess himself he settled for his son Alex. He might not have been as bad as his father but he shot Jesseym, Alex got off easy in Morpheus's mind, he could have done worse but he didn't. When Morpheus found himself back in the dreaming and was met with Lucienne he never felt happier,” My Lord your home” she said happily helping him up, but once he saw what was left of the dreaming his heart clenched,” What happened here?” he asked,” My Lord, you are the dreaming and the dreaming is you since you were gone for this long everything started to decay. Lady Y/N-”,” Is she alright? She is safe?” Morpheus asked cutting the librarian off, she looked at the ground not able to look him in the eyes,” Lucienne, where Y/N, how is the baby?” he said firmly, concern filling his body at her quietness,” It’s complicated” she said.
Morpheus stroked your cheek, you were cold just like him,” All of this because of me?” he said holding back tears,” I killed her” he said softly,” She’s not dead sir-”,” but she's isn't alive either and all because I was captured by some ameture magic uses” he snapped,” All you need is your tools to wake her up, that's what your sister said” she said making Morpheus screw his eyes shut,” If only it would be that easy Lucienne” he said,” What do you mean sir?”,” My tools, they have been taken from me by my captors but that imbecile got them stole from him” he said angrily clenching his fist,” So until you found them-”,” Y/N remains like this unforutanlly... Lucienne, could you please leave me alone for a moment?” she nodded and walked away,” My love, I’m sorry for leaving” he said kneeling down beside you,” I promise to wake you the second I have my tools. I then will never leave you alone again, during my capture, there wasn't one minute of which I wasn't thinking of you or our child” he got back up and placed a kiss on your forehead. He looked around, Fidler green isn't like it used to be, everything is dead, ironic perhaps. The flowers in your hair were still fresh thanks to Lucienne perhaps, Morpheus noticed the purple flower in your hands, the tibouchina. “ Once you are awake my love, I grow you an even bigger garden than you had, and it will be filled with flowers which remind me of you,” he said, he gave you one last kiss before joining Lucienne.
“Where is my child, you said it survived”,” They did my Lord” Lucienne smiled,” They? Twins?” he said a smile forming on his lips,” Cain and Abel have been taking care of them since their birth. I paid them a visit once in a while,” she said,” How old are they?” Morpheus asked,” Come with me and you see”.
Gregory was using his snout to hit the ball toward the young child making him giggle,” Again, Gregory” Atlas giggled throwing the ball towards the Gargoyle who caught it in his mouth, this made the boy giggle,” Uncle Cain, did you see that?” the half endless asked,” I sure did Atlas, don't dirty yourself, dinner is nearly ready” Cain said sweeping away a broken pot which Gregory broke while playing with the boy. Meanwhile, Abel was taking care of Althea, the youngest of the twin was helping him cook for dinner, she was standing on a small stool helping Abel peel the vegetables. Both twins look like perfect mixtures of both of you, but their eyes are clearly like their father's. A stormy sky with stars peaking through the clouds.
Gregory slightly nudged Atlas with his snout making him fall on his butt, Cain's eyes snapped towards it ready to scold Gregory for making Atlas cry but a cry never left the boy's lips. Instead, the boy was staring off into the distance,” Atlas, is everything okay?” he asked pushing Gregory away gently as he tried to nudge the boy again,” I thought I saw Lucienne with a strange man” he said as Cain pulled him up, brushing dirty of his pants,” Lucienne, huh? She properly just wanted to check up on you and Althea” he said,” But whose the strange man?” he asked, Cain shrugged,” Let’s see if Althea and Abel finished dinner” he said pushing the boy into the house who was still looking behind at the spot where he saw Lucienne and Morpheus.
“ My Lord, why didn't you greet them, Atlas was right there,” Lucienne said trying to keep up with Morpheus's large steps,” And how should I explain my absence? How I can't free their mother from her slumber. I have failed once again as a parent,” he said holding back tears,” You haven't even mentioned their ages. They are still young kids, you didn't miss that much in their lives-”,” Besides their first words, them taking their first steps, their births. Do you want me to go on? I am glad that they haven't aged much for whatever reason but-”,” But what?” Lucienne said,” I won't meet them until I have Y/N back at my side, I want them to meet us together,” he said making Lucienne sigh,” Very well. How do you want to start the search for your tools?”,” The Fates”.
After a couple more discussions Morpheus and Lucienne made their way back towards Cain and Abel but not for the twins but for Gregory. Morpheus stands by his discussion on wanting to wait until your back to meet the twins,” Lord Morpheus, your back” Abel said happily,” I didn't have any doubt in that” Cain said wary,” Are you here to see your children? They would be delighted, they are in the House of secrets playing I could-”,” I’m here to ask you back for something I gave you long ago” he cut Abel off,” So you aren't here for the kids?” Cain asked trying not to sound offended,” Not until y/n is back,” he said trying to keep his voice calm,” Well what do you want Lord Morpheus?”
“What should we tell the twins? They love Gregory” Cain said getting angry,” They will understand one day,” Morpheus said,” It’s for the sake of the Dreaming” Morpheus added,” We weren't one who vanished for a century, Lady Y/N is dead because of you,” Cain said making Morpheus clench his fist, anger started to build inside of the dream lord,” Cain, watch your tongue,” Lucienne said,” Why? For over 100 years we had basically gaslighted the twins about your whereabouts. The twins are young due to their unique genetics but they are much wiser than we think, they know that their father abandoned them-”,” Cain, Lord Morpheus didn't abandon them, there is probably a reason for his long absence” Abel tried to reason with brother,” I can't watch this, I will be with the twins. Something he should be doing” Cain said storming off.
“Lord Morpheus are you alright?” Lucienne asked as they were walking away from Cain and Abel,” He is right, it’s all my fault. If I wasn't captured Y/N and I would be raising the twins. They could be playing in the gardens, while we were watching them, Y/N in my arms. She is my heart Lucienne and I will get her back, no matter the cause” Morpheus said,” I know you will and I will be here every step of the way” Lucienne smiled,” Like you were for Y/N?” the question caught her off guard,” She’s my Lady, of course, I stood beside her. She can be quite stubborn like you, maybe that's why the two of you lasted so long” she smiled at the end,” Lady Death called you soulmates, it was hard to see an Endless having a human soulmate but I agree. Love like the two of you share is something you don't see every day. She's unlike any other lover you had”,” She is, that’s why I will do anything to bring her back. Even if it means going to corners of heaven and hell”,” Well the fates did say your helm in hell” she said half-jokingly, Morpheus didn't say anything to acknowledge the irony bud just said,” This Joana Constantine if she is anything like her ancestor could be useful”.
Finding Joana Constantine was easy but getting her help was a different story, she left him in a church where she excised a demon, who could have helped him find his helm. Now he is standing in a park when a raven lands in front of him,” I thought I told you to leave” he said slightly annoyed,” I know but the boss lady-”,” Lucienne is not your Master”,” She told me you would say that” he said,” Do you know who I am?”,” Not exactly but the boss lady said to help you find something to revive her boss lady” Morpheus swallowed,” My last raven died while trying to help me”,” Well I’m not them, I could still help you find her, if she's asleep we have at least eight hours to find her” Matthew said.
Matthew did help him find Johanna and in the end, she helped him to give him her sand back. Now they were standing outside her old apartment block, “ Why did you decide to end her suffering? You could easily just let have a painful death to spite me for having your sand?” Johanna asked out,” I know how it feels to be responsible for someone suffering,” he said swallowing,” During my time captured my wife fell into an endless sleep to save her from death after birthing our twins” he didn't know why he was opening up to her like that, maybe because they are similar in a way,” With my tools, I can bring her back” Johanna nodded,” I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you find your tools, at least your not alone,” she said looking down at Matthew,” Let’s see each other again but maybe with your wife then, it be interesting to see who stole the heart of Dream of the Endless”.
” Can I ask you a question?” Matthew asked flying beside him,” Why do you blame yourself for your wife’s demise? It wasn't your fault for being captured” Matthew said,” But it is my fault for giving her a necklace which holds part of my power. Her body is human and couldn't handle the power of using it to hold the dreaming together” he said stuffing his hands into his pockets,” If I never gave it to her, she would have been fine. The Dreaming might have looked worse but it could be fixed” he said.
“If you win you get to get your helm back but if I win you be my slave for eternity,” the demon said stroking his hand across the helm,” I agree,” Morpheus said making Matthew gawk,” My champion shall be you, your majesty,” he said to Lucifer who seemed to be delighted at that,” It would be an honour,” they said
“Until next time Light bringer,” Morpheus said cockily after winning the battle,” I will have your head next time Morpheus, and that of your wives. If she's awake by then” Lucifer said making Morpheus glare at her before turning around and walking out of hell. “ Where off to next Boss?” Matthew asked landing on his shoulder as he put his helm on,” To the dreaming, I want to see her” Morpheus said.
“ I nearly have all of my tools my love. Soon you will be in my arms again, and we are able to see our children and hear their joyful laughs as they played in the Gardens. I am able to love you again, I have so much to make up for. I saw our son from a distance, he looks like a perfect mix of us, and his laugh was something only an angel could produce, an angel like you, I can't wait to meet them probably” he said stroking the back of your hand, his helm sat beside his kneeling figure,” Lucienne gave a new raven, he’s different than Jesseym but maybe that what I need, Hold tight my love. I will be back soon with my ruby” he slowly got up, not wanting to let go of your cold hand, he still wasn't used to your cold skin but it doesn't stop him from holding you as much as he can,” I love you with all my heart” he said kissing your forehead. He wanted to wait to kiss your lips until you were awake.
“She is pretty,” Matthew said landing on Morpheus's shoulder,” I have never seen someone so in love with someone, most people will just pick a new partner if their partner died”,” Humans are strange beings after all”,” Your wife is human” Matthew pointed out,” Not for me, she's to perfect to be a human.No of my former loves made me feel like her, nothing and no one can compare,” he said,” The woman in hell was she one of your former lovers right?”,” Yes but that’s all I will tell you,” he said,” Fair enough, we're off to know?”,” My ruby, since I have my helm and sand it will be easier to find”.
Morpheus found a massacre, and John Dee's usage of the ruby started bringing chaos into the world. John didn't seem to be thinking he was doing anything wrong, he thought he was doing the world a favour by taking people's ability to lie away from them. Even after explaining Dreaming is what keeps people alive, he refused to budge. ” It’s not too late to save yourself,” Morpheus said as calmly,” You think, it's me who needs saving”,” Your father stole that ruby from me and cursed you”,” He blessed me with it” he lifted the ruby and began absorbing everything around him including Morpheus,” Your reign ended when my father captured you. This Kingdom is my birthright” he broke the ruby believing it would kill Morpheus but it did the opposite, it realised all the power it held making Morpheus stronger than ever. He can finally free you, hold your warm body in his arms, look into your eyes and fall in love again, kiss the lips he was dreaming of for centuries. He’s thankful to John for that and because of this decided to spare him. All he wanted to do now is return to you and meet his children.
“You think it will work?” Matthew asked sitting on Morpheus’s shoulder,” I’m at full strength now. Even more powerful than before, I don't have a doubt it will work” he said pulling some sand out of his pouch, slowly crouching down beside the casket,” It’s time to wake my love” he said before blowing the sand into your direction,” How long will it take?” Matthew asked, he seemed more excited than Morpheus himself,” Patient” he said softly, he didn't take his of you as he slowly rose again from his crouched position. It felt like aeons to Morpheus, waiting for you to move or show any sign of life. “Please my love,” he said caressing your cheek, then he felt it, your skin wasn't ice cold anymore, it’s getting warmer.” She’s getting warmer” Morpheus said,” My love can you hear me?” he said kneeling once again, then he noticed your chest slowly rising and failing,” There is movement under her eyelids,” Matthew said, Morpheus grabbed one of your hands,” If you can hear me, please squeeze my hand,” he said, desperation in his voice, it took w while but he did feel the slightest pressure on his hand,” Kiss her,” Matthew said randomly,” What?”,” It happens in Disney movies, the Princess is asleep and a Prince kisses her awake” Matthew explained,” Come give it try and relax with your judgmental looks while you at it” he said, Morpheus hesitated but maybe Matthew was right, it wouldn't surprise him if his sister did make that a requirement. He slowly rose and caging your body between his arms,” Give her a good one, it is your guy’s first kiss in a hot minute” Matthew said but Morpheus ignored it, he slowly lowered himself down to your lips, he felt your breath against your lips slightly. He carefully pressed his lips against yours, your lips were still soft as he remembered maybe even softer, he didn't want to remove his lips from yours but he did after a while,” Maybe it needs a while to lift the spell, kind of how like amazon delivery” Matthew said gaining a confused look from Morpheus,” Maybe you're right” Morpheus said sadly,” Don't be upset boss, the boss lady will be up in no time” he said, just when Morpheus and Matthew were about to leave, soft shuffling filled the Dream Lord’s ears,” Morpheus?” a soft but hoarse voice came through afterwards.
Morpheus’s head snapped towards your voice,” Y/N, my love” he said happily, you were trying to sit up but you seem to find it difficult,” Your back, I never had any doubt my love” you said cupping his cheek as tears were streaming down his face,” I leave the two of you alone” Matthew said,” Thank you Matthew” Morpheus said before the raven flew away,” Matthew?” you asked confused,” We have a lot to catch up on but now let’s meet our children first” he said lifting you off the casket into his arms where you belonged.” How long had past since-”,” Too long my love, just so you know I never plan to leave you ever again” he said starting to walk towards Cain and Abel,” You better not” you smiled taking in his scent,” I love you Morpheus” you said softly looking up at him,” I love you, maybe even more” he smiled.
Soon the two of you arrived at the Gate of Cain and Abel’s land. He carefully set you down feet, he wrapped his arm around your waist, steadying you.” What did you name our daughter? I heard Cain call our boy Atlas”,” Althea” you said quickly.” Have they grown much in our absence?” you asked,” You will see my love”.
Meanwhile, the twins were playing with Goldie, they were upset about Gregory's demise but were happy about having another Gargoyle. Abel managed to convince Cain not to tell the twins who took away Gregory as he didn't want the twins to have negative feelings towards their father. Althea was running after Goldie when she tripped over a rock and landed harshly on her belly with a loud thud. “ Althea, are you okay,” Atlas asked concerned before his younger sister burst into tears, Goldie meanwhile flew into the house of mystery to get either Cain or Abel.” Please, Althea, don't cry” Atlas said rubbing his sister's back, her knee and chin were bleeding slightly and she was covered in dirt” Why is the Princess of the Dreaming crying?” Morpheus said making Atlas jump slightly. He looked at Morpheus with identical eyes, instantly recognising him as his father,” We can't have our Princess crying now” you said wrapping your arms around your daughter,” Mother” Atlas said,” You have awakened” he said happily,” Little flower, where does it hurt?” you said gently as Althea wrapped her small arms around your waist,” She hurt her leg” Atlas said grabbing Morpheus sleeve,” Well then can be fixed, look her little flower” Morpheus said softly making the girl peak at her father, he pulled out a bit of sand from his pouch and sprinkled on her injured leg and before she knew it was gone making Althea gasp,,” Do you know who I am?” he asked,” You are our father, Uncle Abel and Lucienne talked about you, they said you will bring Mom from her slumber and restore the dreaming to its former glory” Atlas said,” We have the same eyes” Althea said making Morpheus smile, he grabbed gently and placed her onto his lap,” Yes, we do my little flower” he said melting when his little girl wrapped her arms around him,” Why don't I have a nickname?” Atlas pouted making both Morpheus and you laugh,” How about little raven, as your Dad always has a raven with him” you said pulling him into your laps,” My name is still cooler” Althea said sticking her tongue out at her brother,” You are a flower and I’m a raven, so my nickname is cooler” Atlas said also sticking his tongue at his sister which was countered by a push of your lap from Althea,” Hey, no violence. Both of you have cool nicknames, right Morpheus?” you said,” Yes, they are children of the Endless after all, who only have cool nicknames” he said tickling Althea sides making her giggle which filled Morpheus should with happiness,” Are you as ticklish as your sister little raven” you said before tickling his sides making giggle as well. Soon both twins were giggling making both you and Morpheus happier than ever.
“Althea, Irving- I mean Goldie said you are hurt,” Abel said rushing towards the four of you,” I’m fine now Uncle Abel, my Papa healed it,” she said cuddling into Morpheus's side,” Well, then I let the reunited family alone. Dinner is nearly ready though, so feel free to join us- Lady Y/N, your awake” Abel gasped,” CAINE, LADY Y/N IS AWAKE” he shouted heavily,” What are you babbling about- Lady Y/N, your back, and with the twins. Why not joins us for dinner, we have enough for all of us. It is an honour” Cain said,” We gladly accept” you smiled looking at Atlas who was placing flowers in your hair. The two brothers nodded and quickly when back into the house leaving the four of you alone again. You looked at Morpheus who was staring at you,” You are even more beautiful than I remember” he said as the twins started to chase each other again, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead,” Whatever happens next, I want you at my side” he said softly stroking your arm,” Good as I would have forced my way into it. You aren't getting rid of me this easy from now on” you smiled nuzzling into his neck,” Is that a promise?” Morpheus asked,” Yes” you smiled,” Good,” he said cupping your chin and placing his lips on yours.” Ewwwww,” the twins said making you and Morpheus pull apart,” Kissing gives cooties, “ Althea said,” Cooties don't affect grown-ups my little flower” she still scrunched up her nose in disgust,” I still will never kiss a boy,” she said making Morpheus smile,” You better not,” he said poking her belly,” Dad play ball with us before dinner, Mom can join as well,” Atlas said picking up a ball,” Girls vs boys” he added,” Challenge accepted” you smiled, Althea nodded,” The winner gets the loser desert,” she said,” Deal,” Atlas said.
Morpheus looked around himself and couldn't believe it was real, he thought he was in a dream of his own making while still being trapped by Burgess but reality came when he felt a ball small against his shoulder and a small giggle following,” sorry Papa” Althea giggled,” Come on Dad, we can't lose” Atlas said tugging at Morpheus sleeve. No, everything was very much real, he had his twins, his realm and you. Everything is as it should be, at least for the moment but Morpheus doesn't care about the obstacles of the future, so long he has you at his side, he’s ready to face anything.
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Do I Make You Nervous? PREVIEW II
Request: "How about Eddie and Y/n are like owing to have sex but Eddie has a hard time getting hard?"
Date of release: 02/02/2024, 06:00 P.M.
Warnings: +18 MDNI, angst with comfort, mentions of erectile dysfunction, Eddie being mean to Reader, talking about anxiety, talks of sad past, Insecure!Eddie, a lot of crying, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), aftercare.
Word Count: 5,2K (Until now)
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“I just put you in your place, big boy.” You sat up straight and took your time admiring him, his disheveled look, his alabaster chest full of tattoos and his hard nipples, his slender waist and his happy trail that led to the treasure you selfishly wanted to enjoy. “The other women never knew how to deal with you, isn’t that right?” He looked at you with his eyes half closed and mouth hanging open and nodded. “Hmmm…” You began to roll your hips into his crotch and brought your hands to his that were resting on top of your breasts and pressed them even harder, throwing your head back with the pleasure that electrified your body as your clitoris started being stimulated with friction. “They never knew how you become such a good boy when someone commands you, right my pet?”
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Cool Heat | Chapter 3
Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: This chapter will have dubcon/light noncon - please don't read if you are uncomfortable with this. Specifically, Loki has sex with the reader while she is asleep.
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CHAPTER 3
While you were asleep, you had a pleasant dream. You dreamt of cool, caressing hands on you, a man sliding up to you and spooning you; his chest on your back, his hips lined up to your behind.
You shivered a bit. His skin felt like he had been outside in winter without a jacket, but you allowed him to go on because he knew just where to touch you. His hands traveled underneath your shirt, gliding fingers up your stomach and then to your breasts. He captured them in his hands, kneading them with his cold digits. The added sensation of the low temperature when he pinched your nipples made you gasp, simultaneously wanting to flinch from the cold but pressing into him even more.
One of the hands moved to your thighs, causing another shiver. Then the man’s hands slid upward, stroking you through your underwear. After a few, deliberate strokes he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear and began to tug them down your legs. When those were disposed of, his fingers came back and coated themselves in your wetness. You shivered and bucked at the very sensitive contact in your private areas. It was cold down there, ice cold; nowhere so sensitive should be exposed to such low temperatures like these, and yet it felt so good.
He thumbed at your clit lazily, lining up his cold, hard cock with your vulva. It wasn’t as cold as his fingers, surprisingly. But what did surprise you was how big he was. He rubbed himself between your legs, then he grunted, and suddenly entered you with one swift motion. You moaned in shock at the motion, at how big he was, and the frigid feeling inside of you. It instantly made you clench around him, eliciting a guttural groan from your silent lover and he began to move desperately inside you. He moved his hands: one held your hips in place, fingernails lightly digging into your skin; the other snaked underneath your torso to grasp your breasts.
With every thrust the man grunted, like he was angry, or maybe trying to concentrate – but why? Sometimes he would dig his nails into your hips more before instantly correcting his grip to lighten again. It’s like he was holding back, trying to maintain control. The only thing he didn’t have as much control over was himself inside you. He didn’t start slowly; when he entered you he almost immediately began to pump quickly. But that was okay, you loved it, you loved how cold and big he was inside you. The shivers weren’t just chills anymore. And thankfully, despite his cold skin, the movement of sex helped to keep you from freezing over.
You also loved how vocal he was. He grunted and sighed as he took your pleasure, gripping and ungripping your hips in this dance between feral and controlled. Why did he hold back? Couldn’t he tell how much you were loving this? You wanted him to be a wild animal inside of you, to come and claim you while you’re asleep.
Asleep.
You’re asleep.
This dream seems awfully real.
You slowly opened your eyes to the darkness of the night.
A grunt behind you, cold fingernails on your hips. You were being moved. You were being fucked.
Out of surprise, you sat up, propping yourself up with your arm.
“Loki?! Is that you?!”
Instantly, he retracted himself from you. His fingers, his cock. He scrambled quickly off the bed and to his feet.
His voice spoke through the dark. “I have no excuse, I have no idea what came over me. It wasn’t right… I shouldn’t be…”
You pulled the chain on the nightstand lamp. Warm, yellow light filled the room and you turned to see Loki standing next to your bed. He was still blue and completely erect. His cock was a slightly darker blue than the rest of him, and the head a deep purple. Something inside you stirred.
Also, a new development since you last saw him a few hours ago. He had horns. Not his golden helmet horns but actual horns growing from his head. They were about six inches long, ridged, and twisted at the ends.
“Loki, what’s going on?”
“It’s becoming worse. My head burst into incredible pains, and when I went to look at myself in the mirror I saw these,” he said, pointing to the horns. “That was two hours ago, and since my libido has increased dramatically. Then I remembered your proposition… I came here to ask, but you were asleep.”
He was even worse than before. He seemed worried and nervous, but also his brow was furrowed in anger.
“I tried to leave. I tried to turn around and just ask you in the morning, but your skin looked so soft – and whatever hair products you use, I could smell them. My senses are on overdrive. I completely lost control of myself.”
“Loki –”
“I am a monster…” he said, looking at his hands in disgust.
“Loki, hey –”
“Odin was right.”
“Loki! I’m talking to you!” you shouted.
He looked up instantly, dropping his hands and shutting his mouth.
“I’m not mad at you, okay?” you continued. “Pretty shocked and surprised, but you’re obviously not doing okay right now. You’re not thinking straight, you’re angry and irritable, I’d say you’re the equivalent to an animal in heat. Sorry, I don’t mean to compare you to an animal by the way. My point is, I forgive you.”
“Why?” he asked.
You shrugged. “Like I said, you’re not yourself right now. I’ve never seen you like this. And obviously I don’t really know you, but this is not you. Besides… I offered.”
He nodded. His shoulders untensed and his expression relaxed slightly.
“I think I should go back to Asgard. I need a healer. I need help, dignity or no.”
“Why?” You said.
“Because what if I hurt someone? I took advantage of you.”
“Hey, listen to me. You said that the only cure for this is to have sex, right?”
“Yes.”
“How is an Asgardian healer going to help you other than stripping naked? You’re obviously going crazy. You need intercourse. My proposition still stands, Loki. You can have sex with me.”
“No, out of the question,” he said angrily.
“What do you mean out of the question? Five minutes ago you were just fucking me in my sleep.”
He curled his fingers into fists. “Fair point. But I am warning you of the dangers.”
“I know about the dangers, you’ve told me like six times. How many times do I have to tell you? I want you to fuck me!”
Loki whipped his head back, blinking. “What do you mean you want me to..?”
The blushing came back again. Was he not as smart as you thought, or was he just really stupid in this state? He was thinking with his other head, after all.
“You think you’re a monster, or that’s what Asgard led you to believe about the Jotuns. But believe me when I say you look like a sexy demon man from any Earth woman’s fantasies.”
You cringed a bit when you said it, but it was true.
The god was still processing the turn in the conversation. “You… are attracted to this form?”
“That, and also just the animalistic nature of you. I’m sorry you’re suffering and you’re confused and angry, but all of it is immensely attractive. I’ll even admit, I liked when you were inside me while I was asleep.”
Loki was completely stunned. He searched your face, perhaps for a hint of facetiousness or deception. After a moment, he spoke again.
“I don’t understand, but I am tired of feeling like this, and if you’re offering.”
I literally offered like ten times, you thought, but refrained saying it aloud.
“...then brace yourself,” Loki continued, and his tone, and the air around him grew very dark.
Something within you tingled; anticipation, fear, both?
Then Loki swooped in upon you, grasping your wrists and pinning you on the bed. As you spoke before he had grown softer, but in the instant he took your consent to use you as he pleased his cock grew fully erect again.
“Move your legs,” he demanded.
You shuddered, his red eyes boring into yours as he demanded your womanhood of you. You parted your legs for him.
“Are you still wet?” Loki asked.
“Y – yes.”
“Good.”
With that, he thrusted his cock into you, sheathing himself in one push. All the while still holding your wrists above your head to the mattress.
You shrieked, both out of shock of his girth and the coldness of it, and out of excitement. Loki’s eyelids fluttered close as you adjusted to him and moved quickly, pounding at you right away.
“I’ve been craving a woman to bed for days. Nay, nearly two weeks. And it has been maddening.”
He spoke like a crazed man, one who had been denied something that belonged to him. And underneath him, bound to your bed with his cock between your legs, you were completely at his mercy. As he moved atop you, his cock stretched you, filling you to your brim. After his declaration, he said little in the way of words – the only sounds coming from his lips were grunts and groans like an animal in heat.
Before, when he was inside of you while asleep, he held back, trying not to dig his claws into you. He relinquished much of this control now. His grip upon your wrists were like iron shackles and he moved inside you hurriedly and desperately. You had little in the way of movement, the only thing you could do was arch your back into him as he sent waves of pleasure through you.
This was so much better than a dream.
You barely knew this man, speaking usually just a few sentences to him in the six months that you knew him. He was an asshole; rude, had a skyscraper tall superiority complex, a smartass. Apart from the charming accent and the cheekbones there wasn’t much you liked about him because he gave no reason for you to. So, how in the world did you get tangled up with him so quickly with this Jotun mess that he was bedding you? Obviously your judgment right now could use a bit of work, but that was a problem for later. Currently, the only thing you were worried about was being too loud for fear of waking the Avengers. There definitely had to be some kind of rule you were breaking regarding having sexual relations with the guy who tried to conquer the Earth.
Then you remembered. Wait, the Avengers aren’t here right now. They were on a mission, somewhere miles and miles away.
Loki then moved to hold both of your wrists underneath one hand and moved his other one to touch your clit. Then he thrust into you, hard.
You saw stars, and screamed underneath his touch. Your legs quivered underneath him as he delivered your pleasure.
“You like that, hmm?” He asked as he impaled you with his cock, rubbing your clit in circles just the way you like it. “Good, my little whore. Scream as I fuck you.”
After he said so, you opened your eyes to see his bright scarlet ones glowing through the dim light in the room. They were a flame in the night, igniting your own flame within. And atop his head the warm light of the lamp lit up his blue, twisting horns. You recalled the first time you saw him like this; with the horns now, he really was a devil. Or, more aptly, an incubus in the way he managed to bewitch you.
You wrapped your legs around him, hooking your ankles together to allow him a deeper angle. He groaned approvingly as he pushed himself in even more. Wet noises and moans of pure pleasure filled the room as Loki, the god who tried to enslave your planet, claimed your pussy for his own. So much better than a dream.
He drove even faster into you, removing his hands from your wrist and clit to either side of your head as he submitted to his own pleasure, focusing purely on the release he denied himself for days. His grunts filled your ears and his hips aggressively undulated into you. You began to see stars again, you growing wetter and wetter as you allowed him to take all of you. Underneath the blue god of mischief, you moaned his name as he fucked you again and again. He seemed to relish in that, a slight smile upon his face as you called the name of your god. Then, finally he snapped his hips into you, shouting into the darkness the declaration of his climax. Cool ropes of cum filled you, and with his final thrusts, you were lost too. Your walls clenched around Loki’s thick, cool cock and you screamed, reaching the peak of your orgasm with him. Waves upon waves of pleasure flooded from your cunt through your body.
When you came down from your highs both of you breathed hard. In fact, it was so good and tiring that there was a moment you thought you could have passed out. Loki’s full weight was on top of your chest, his cock expelling the last of his seed as he recuperated from the act. His breaths were cold on your face.
When he regained his strength, he pulled out from you and rolled over next to you on the bed.
“You have no idea how much I needed that. I feared I was losing my mind.”
“No – no problem,” you responded, still catching your breath and coming back down to Earth.
“I’m hoping after this that this foolishness is all over now,” he gestured to his horns as he said it. “The texts said these periods of heat come and go quickly.”
“Hopefully, yeah,” you agreed.
He magicked himself some clothes back on. “Anyway, it’s late and we both need sleep. Good night.”
“Good night,” you said.
You watched him as he left the guest room, closing the door behind him. His footsteps retreated back down the hall toward his own room.
You pulled the covers over your body. Not a minute passed and you were fast asleep.
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Cool Heat | Chapter 2
Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit (smut in future chapters)
Warnings/Tags: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SMUT, and 1 chapter will have some dubcon, Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers (because my brain is perpetually stuck in 2012 Tumblr era), sleep sex, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, angst, more tags to be added
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A/N: Thanks guys for liking the story so much! BTW, smut will begin in chapter 3 ;) anyway, enjoy!
CHAPTER 2 - (Word Count: 2,500)
Two days passed since speaking to Loki and he was still holing himself in his room. Neither you nor any Avenger saw him since you went to check on him on Saturday. His solitude began to worry you, which was peculiar given you barely even liked him. Nonetheless, you gathered the courage to approach his room again.
You knocked on the door. Like last time, twice, and then a pause before knocking three times.
“Loki?” you asked. No response.
“Hey, Loki. You in there?” You asked again.
Still nothing. You placed a hand on the doorknob and spoke once more.
“Loki, I’m coming in now, okay? If you can hear me, you better make yourself decent.”
Slowly, you cracked the door open. Inside, sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor Loki had a collection of books strewn about, surrounding him. Some were open and some weren’t. A rather large tome rested in his lap. In the back, his bedsheets hung over the side of the bed and twisted all over the place. The light in the room was low and the curtains were drawn closed. The air was also quite chilly.
You entered and Loki looked up from his reading. His red eyes grew wild with anger. “Who told you you could come in here?”
“No one did,” you said. “I’m here to make sure you’re okay, which you clearly aren’t, as you’re still blue and this room is a mess.”
In a flash, Loki got up so that he was merely inches from you. He hovered over you with a menacing aura and his finger pointed to the door.
“Leave.”
“Fine, fuck you,” you said, crossing your arms. “If you don’t want my help then I’ll leave you here to suffer with your alien problems. Have fun, asshole.”
You turned on your heels and headed towards the door.
“Wait,” his tone deflated. Against all logic, you did. “I know I’m being an ass. Please forgive me, my agitation and aggression… it’s only becoming worse. I am not myself.”
You finally turned back around to face him. The god’s face scrunched up like he was in pain.
“Do you want my help or not?” you asked, still tensed up, expecting another outburst at any moment. “You’ve turned me away twice, and very rudely at that.”
“Yes, I know. I apologize.”
“Thank you,” you said, relaxing slightly. His words also surprised you since you didn’t think he had a single bone in him capable of apology.
An awkward silence befell the room as you awaited his response, but he just stood there. You also didn’t notice until now that Loki was quite underdressed. He had no shirt on and the only article that clothed him was a pair of forest green boxers.
“So?” You said.
“So?”
You rubbed your temples. “So, what do you need help with? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”
“Yes, of course,” he said sheepishly. He bent down to scoop up the book he was reading. “You will understand my hesitation.”
You rolled your eyes. Was he just wasting your time?
Loki flipped through the heavy book. “The other night, after you came to speak with me, I traveled to Asgard. This affliction had to be explained in our library, and I went there expecting to find an answer and a way to cure myself. I was not going to be caught dead appearing to our healers in my Jotun form, so I came back here with as many books I could find on my race.”
“And did you find anything?”
His brow furrowed and he slammed the book shut. “Unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?”
The god sighed out of frustration. “This… affliction I have is no illness. It is an aspect of Jotun pubescence. From reading I have learned that young Jotuns, boys and girls, when they leave childhood and begin to flower into adults they go into heat. I have not told you all of my symptoms. I have been agitated and angry, but most of all I have been incredibly frustrated… sexually.”
You blinked rapidly. “Oh…” You felt your face grow warm. “So you’re — you’re just really horny. But I’m confused, you’re obviously not going through puberty! …Right?”
He shook his head. “I hypothesize that because I spent most of my life unknowingly hiding my true form that perhaps my development as a Jotun was halted or delayed in some way, and it can hold back no longer.”
“Okay,” you said, nodding. “So then why don’t you just find a girl on Tinder or something? Or take care of it yourself?”
“I’ve tried the latter, it didn’t help and only made me angrier. As for finding a girl, I’m afraid that in this form I may hurt her.”
“In what way? You’re no different except your skin.”
“From what I’ve read, Jotun sex is very primal, animalistic. I may lose control of myself.”
“Oh.”
Loki sat down in a nearby chair and exhaled. His muscles flexed underneath the sapphire blue skin as he tried to get comfortable. It was alarming how suddenly intimate this situation with Loki was. He buried his face in his hands, his arms blue and veiny, his raven black hair cascading over his shoulders.
He was kind of beautiful. And you kind of felt bad for him.
“So having sex is the only way to get better?” you asked.
You tried to shake off a shiver, the cold air in the room was beginning to get to you. You rubbed your arms to ward the goosebumps away.
“As far as I’ve read, yes, that is the only way.” He sounded tired. “Otherwise I may lose control of myself completely and do something that everyone regrets.”
“If that’s the case, what about Natasha?”
His face snapped up, eyes angry. You expected him to begin yelling again but the moment passed. “I am not interested in her, and I highly doubt she is in me. Though she would be a viable candidate considering she can hold her own, it is out of the question.”
“Are you interested in men at all?”
“Yes, but at the moment I crave a woman.”
The way he said it made something within you tingle. You hated yourself so much for what you would say next: “What about me?”
“You?” He stood up.
The moment the words left your lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was definitely going to kick you out now, or yell, or maybe even laugh in your face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to volunteer yourself. Even though Loki was an asshole, you felt bad for him. Additionally, it’d been a while since you had a good go with someone and you’d be lying if you said you haven’t felt lonely the past few months. As men go, he’s not ideal, but he’s not the worst either. He also has several traits you find attractive in men: the dark flowing hair, the voice and accent, the cheekbones…
“I’m definitely not as skilled as Natasha. I’m no super Russian spy, but I do have S.H.I.E.L.D. training.” Stop talking, you told yourself.
“You,” he repeated again, approaching you.
You froze in place – unsure what he would do – then relaxed when he simply reached out and cupped your face with his icy hand. His thumb rested between your ear and your jaw. You looked up to meet his gaze; his devilish, cool gaze. He was studying you. You blushed more.
A fist knocked on the door. Both you and Loki flinched.
“They can’t see me like this,” Loki whispered.
“Okay, okay, umm, get out of sight from the door.”
He did, and you ran to the door, barely creaking it open. Bruce was on the other side.
“Oh, I was expecting to see Loki,” the scientist said. “Is he still sick?”
“Yeah, I just brought him some soup,” you lied. “It’s pretty bad.”
Bruce looked over your shoulder. “Are you going to get sick being in there with him?”
“No, he said it’s not an illness that affects humans.”
His brow furrowed for a moment. “If you say so. Just let him know we’re going on a mission. Not sure when we’ll be back.”
“Okay,” you said.
He had a confused, skeptical look but excused himself. He ran back down the hallway and into the elevator, talking into his communicator to the other Avengers that he was on the way.
Phew. At least that’s dealt with. You shut the door and gave Loki the all clear.
“Um, where were we?” you asked.
“You volunteered yourself to have intercourse with me,” Loki said.
“Oh, yes,” you said, your blush coming back instantly. “That I did. Well, I still stand by it.”
“I thought about it and I appreciate the offer, but no. I cannot take the risk of hurting anyone.”
“So what are you going to do?” you asked.
“I will figure it out,” Loki said, resolute.
“Okay,” you replied, unconvinced. “If you change your mind or want my help with anything, just let me know. I’ll be upstairs going over my reports.”
He nodded. “I will.”
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You woke up on the couch in the penthouse with your reports and paperwork half in your lap, half scattered around the floor. The room was pitch dark except for the lights of New York City’s skyscrapers in the windows. You checked your phone, it read 11:57pm.
You weren’t supposed to sleep in Stark Tower but it happened a few times and no one ever really commented on it. You spent the entire day reading and filing reports, eating both lunch and dinner in the tower. Sometimes you had so much work or the work was so boring that you just dozed off in the middle of it. With your phone’s flashlight, you collected all your papers and set them in a stack on the nearest table. Then you remembered Loki.
When you spoke, it was sometime in the morning, and now it was nearly midnight. You wondered how he was doing. By his description, it sounded a lot like he was an animal in heat. Obviously, animals could go into heat and be fine if they didn’t find a mate, but Loki’s situation was obviously different and he was getting worse by the day. If he didn’t find a solution soon, how aggressive would he get? You felt certain that he only told you he would figure it out himself out of pride, or maybe embarrassment. It was definitely a strange circumstance, but if you were in his place you probably wouldn’t act much different.
As you thought about him and his predicament more, you felt your body grow warm. You couldn’t get him out of your head – his aggression, his vulnerability; then your mind went to how gentle he was, the soft caress of his skin against your face. The thought of his shirtless, blue form plagued your mind, the lean muscles of his abs and biceps. The red eyes that scared you yet lured you in… His cold breaths against your skin.
Ugh, now you were sexually frustrated. How did this happen, wanting Loki?
You got up from the couch to grab a drink of water. As you ran the water into the glass, a loud crash sounded below you, followed by a man’s scream.
You jumped, nearly dropping your glass on the counter. Some of the water splashed the front of your shirt.
“What the hell was that?” you asked, though you were fairly certain you knew.
You went downstairs to the room you suspected the commotion came from.
“Loki?” you shouted as you pounded on the door. “Are you okay in there?”
The door flew open yet Loki was on the other end of the room, nowhere near it. It must have been his magic that opened it. The god’s back was to you and he breathed heavily, standing over his bookshelf and nightstand, both of which were toppled over. Books, papers, pens, a cup of water, and various knick knacks were all over the floor in an enormous mess.
“What happened?” you asked, taking in the scene before you.
“I lost control…” The god said. “I saw red and knocked the bookshelf over in my rage.”
“You’re getting worse, Loki. This isn’t good.”
“I was reading the rest of the books I borrowed from Asgard for an answer or even a hint as to how to conquer this. Nothing. Nothing! These books are all useless to me.” He kicked one of them and it slid across the wood floor until it hit the wall.
“Loki, it’s gonna be okay. Just take a deep breath,” you told him.
He straightened his back and did as you said. One deep breath in, one deep breath out. Afterward, he finally turned to face you.
“Better?” you asked.
“Hardly, but I did need that.”
“Like I said earlier, we can do it. If this is gonna make you go insane, then we can have sex if that’s what’s going to get you to calm down.”
“No!” He interjected. He looked like he was going to yell again but took a deep, shaky breath. “I said it before, I could injure you.”
“You’re one of the most disciplined people I know, I’m pretty sure you can get a handle on it. And remember, I have self-defense training. Wouldn’t you rather try than just lose your mind?”
“Urgh!” Loki groaned, holding his head in his hands. Was he… in pain? “I said it already! No. I do not trust myself in this state.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers. “Fine, Loki. I’ll leave you alone. Anyway, it’s past midnight right now and I’m not gonna go home at this point. I’m just gonna sleep in one of the guest bedrooms. If you change your mind and you need… sex, you know where to find me.”
He only grunted in response.
“Um, okay. Goodnight, then.”
As you exited Loki’s room, you closed the door behind you. His behavior was getting on your last nerve but you also felt relieved to get away because you were fairly certain your face was beet red again. You took one of the guest bedrooms on the same floor, just up the hall and closer to the elevator. You stripped yourself of everything except your shirt and underwear and settled into bed. Before you drifted off to sleep, your thoughts were invaded again by Loki. If he was going to literally die of sexual frustration, at least nobody could say that you didn’t try to save him. It was so odd seeing him like that, so vulnerable and irrational – it was the antithesis of his whole being; the god who commanded strength, logic, and control within himself.
Despite the incident that just occurred, you were able to find sleep rather quickly.
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