Again, had an idea that wouldn't go away. So here, enjoy all the porn. Lots of daddy kink and some light age play; if this sort of thing squicks you out at all, then don't read. Everyone else, please enjoy and let me know what you think! :)
She had her hair in pigtails, that always got to him. Darcy was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, wearing oversized pyjamas with turtles on them. In front of her was a large bag of Sour Patch Kids and a bottle of Chardonnay. Loki sat back on the couch, staring at this strange woman-child creature, wondering how he'd found himself in this place. Their 'friendship' had started a few months before, as an unlikely alliance. Darcy was one of the few people who did not respond to him with outright disgust or hatred, always talking to him as if he were an acquaintance, not a villain. At first, Loki had been confused and almost annoyed by this, but then slowly she had worn him down until he found that he actually enjoyed her company. She then began inviting him to 'hang out' with her outside of work, much to the chagrin of her friend Jane Foster. Perhaps he was lonelier than he cared to admit, because Loki had reluctantly agreed to her invitation and found himself pleasantly surprised. In truth, he had grown fond of Darcy, a little too fond. He'd begun to notice more about her: the pretty shade of her large eyes, the teasing smile that sometimes crossed her lush lips, her enticingly curvy body. A body that was more often than not hidden beneath some wretched baggy garment, like the way it was now.
The pajamas needed to come off, Loki decided. He was dying to see what was underneath. ''You want some more wine?'' she asked, turning around.
''No, thank you,'' he answered politely. She shrugged. ''Suit yourself,'' she replied, taking a sip right from the bottle.
''You should slow down on that,'' he told her. ''And use a glass.''
Rolling her eyes, Darcy said, ''Yes, Daddy.'' Then she immediately froze in horror as she realized what she had said, to Loki of all people! It had just popped out of her mouth, she hadn't been thinking. Well, perhaps the stories were to blame; she'd recently downloaded some ageplay fiction to her Kindle and it must have sunk into her subconscious. That compounded with the fact that she had been secretly lusting over the god for months. While he often spent time at her apartment, she was convinced that he only liked her as a friend. And now he was probably going to never want to come over again.
Loki slowly raised an eyebrow at her as he processed what she had just said. He didn't know why, but her words, combined with the pigtails and his growing frustration made his cock harden in his pants. ''Excuse me?''
''Uh, I mean, yeah,'' Darcy laugh-coughed a little, and quickly got up from the floor, taking the bottle of wine into the kitchen. Her face was flushed and her skin felt too hot and tight. He was right, she'd probably had enough to drink.
''Hmm, no,'' Loki said, motioning her back over to him. Now there was a wicked and yet very attractive smile crawling across his face, the sort of smile that made her panties dampen instantly. The atmosphere in the room shifted as he asked, ''What did you say?''
She looked down at the floor, wishing that the carpet would magically absorb her. ''Darcy,'' he said in a warning tone that she'd never heard him use before. ''Look at me.''
After a moment's hesitation she complied, raising her head to meet his stern and heated gaze. ''Answer the question, pet. What did you say?''
She cleared her throat. ''I said, 'Yes, Daddy.' ''
Loki had never really seen her like this before, usually Darcy was brimming with snark and sarcasm, now she was blushing, submissive. It was adorable and deeply arousing all at the same time, and it made him very, very hungry. A nerve had been struck in her, he knew. He cocked his head to the side and studied her. ''Why did you say that?''
''It just slipped out, ok?'' She fidgeted, toying with the large sleeve of her top. ''I'd...I'd been reading some stories earlier, and I'd had a little too much wine, like you said.''
''Hmmm,'' he hummed, his tone low and thoughtful. ''What sorts of stories?''
''Age play erotica, Daddy kink stuff,'' she mumbled.
Pieces began clicking together in Loki's mind. He was no stranger to Midgardian pornography and erotica, most of it he found to be ridiculous, but he knew that this was somewhat of a common theme. ''You like reading this sort of thing?''
''I guess, sometimes.'' By her bashful response, he figured it was probably more than sometimes.
Then, Loki had an idea. And he knew that if he acted on it he would probably regret it later but he didn't care. He was feeling horny and impulsive and mischievous and so he said, ''Come closer,'' motioning her towards him. Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity for the both of them to get what they wanted. He reached out his hand and she obediently took it. Then he reached up and toyed with one of her pigtails, sliding the dark strands of her hair between his fingers, tugging on them. ''Maybe you need a Daddy,'' he mused. ''That's what you've been trying to tell me, that you've been naughty and misbehaving. That you need someone to guide you.''
God, yes. Darcy couldn't believe that this was happening. Her breath stuck in her throat and her knees shook as she felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. Loki was so different, so unlike anyone that she'd ever met before; he made her want things that she'd only read about, something in his dominant nature woke a hidden part of her, a quiet and submissive part that craved a firm hand. He put his arms around her waist. ''Could that be right?'' he asked gently.
She managed a nod.
''Words, love.''
''Yes,'' she said, speaking up. ''That could be right.''
Something about this exchange pleased the god beyond reason. ''You're such a pretty girl,'' he continued, trailing his finger along the fabric of her pyjamas. ''Why do you hide yourself in these shapeless things. I want to look at you. Will you let me?''
Darcy's chest burned as she was suddenly afflicted with a lack of oxygen. Something about the idea of Loki seeing her made her feel charged and afraid at the same time. ''Don't be shy,'' he soothed. His tone was gentle but she saw the fire simmering in his blue-green eyes, the danger there.
''Alright, yes, you can look at me,'' she said bravely. She felt a ripple of energy pass over her body, then looked down in astonishment. Her pyjamas were gone, and instead she was dressed in a small, sheer nightie which left very little to the imagination. It was a pretty pale green colour, like sea foam. A pair of tiny lace panties covered her lower body but on top she had nothing, her breasts were bare beneath the flimsy fabric and to her shame she saw that her nipples were now standing at attention, betraying her arousal.
''That's better,'' Loki said, approval dripping from the words. ''Now,'' he patted his knee. ''Come and sit.'' Tentatively, Darcy moved forward and climbed onto his lap, very aware of the large, hard bulge in his pants. Her thigh was perilously close to it, the proximity made her grow even wetter. ''I think that my little girl has been keeping secrets from me, and that isn't nice,'' he said, his voice taking on an authoritative timbre. ''You've been reading naughty stories, haven't you?''
''Yes,'' she answered. His tone and his closeness, his scent, these were sending her into a riot, and so, overwhelmed, she corrected, ''Yes, Daddy.'' Loki's hand tightened on her bare knee and she watched his eyes darken, the pupils widening. ''Been having some naughty thoughts, too?'' he prompted as his hand slowly crept higher.
''Yes, Daddy.''
''Do you have thoughts about me?''
''Yes.''
''For how long?''
''Awhile now.''
''And when you have these thoughts,'' he continued as his hand slid all the way under the gown, until his fingers were resting over her covered pussy, ''do you touch yourself?''
A breath hissed between her teeth. ''Yes.''
''Here?'' he wondered, pressing against her clit. Darcy stifled a moan. ''Yes.''
''Does it feel good?'' Loki slowly starting to rub her in a light, circular motion, loving the little jolts that sped through her body as he did so.
''Yes,'' she whimpered.
''You must stop,'' he told her. ''I want you to be a good girl, and that means you must tell me when your little pussy wants to be touched. It's just for me now, do you understand?''
Darcy's head swam. ''Yes, Daddy.''
''Do you want to be touched right now, love?''
''Yes.''
''I know you do. I can feel you, you're getting so wet. You need Daddy to touch you, to rub your hungry little quim, to put my fingers inside of you.'' Darcy wriggled a little at the thought, her blood gushing hot and cold. Then, maddeningly, Loki pulled his hand away. ''But you must learn to wait,'' he said. ''First, I want to touch these.'' His long, searching fingers went higher, until his hand closed eagerly over her breast.
''Mmm,'' Loki suppressed a moan as he fondled her, pinching one of her hard nipples. ''Let's get this shirt off, so I can see your beautiful tits. Lift up your arms.'' Darcy complied, letting him pull the nightgown over her head, leaving her in only the lacy knickers. ''That's so much better, lovey,'' he praised. ''You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you. Does it feel good when Daddy touches you?''
''Fuck, yes!'' came her enthusiastic answer. In response, he slapped her breast. ''No cursing. I'll let that one go, but next time I will put you across my knee, do you understand?''
She felt a hot flood of wetness soak into her panties at the thought. Loki was a natural at this, she realized. And the little submissive inside of her responded and came out to play in ways that she had not intended. Darcy had often suspected that she had these tendencies, but she'd never found the right Dom. Until now. Perhaps she'd subconsciously known it all along. Maybe she'd been waiting for this moment.
''Yes, Daddy, I understand.'' God, calling him that made her so hot, and the wrongness of it all only added to the fire.
''Good girl.'' He started fondling her again, using his other hand to shift her closer to his erection before he leaned his head down and fastened his mouth around her nipple, grazing the hard nub with his teeth. A shiver wracked Darcy's body. Then Loki's fingers crept lower again until they had skimmed beneath the thin lace underwear so that he could stroke her silky, hot flesh directly. She moaned like a whore as he played with her clit, rolling it between his fingers, making it stand up while he kept sucking on her breast. All the while, she was held there helpless.
Loki released her from his lips and tongue and fingers for a moment. ''You're so nice and wet, love. You're so very responsive to your Daddy.'' He pulled Darcy further onto his lap, turning her round so that she was facing him. He pressed her against his straining erection, rocking up into her. She ground down, wiggling, nearly coming at the friction against her oversensitive pussy. Loki was amazed at what he was discovering about her, all these secret wicked desires that she craved, things that he would be more than happy to give her. He lifted her up then, standing, carrying her into the bedroom where he lay her down on the bed.
''Be a good girl and put your arms over your head,'' he ordered, unfastening the front of his pants, pulling his cock out but not undressing any more.
There was something very sexy to Darcy about being essentially naked while Loki was still clothed, it created a contrast that illustrated his dominance over her, her vulnerability to him. And he was beautiful, the way the crisp white shirt hugged the lean muscles of his chest, the buttons straining when he moved, the black pants clinging to his long legs and toned thighs. She bit back a moan as his length was revealed to her; it was massive and it made her mouth water.
Loki ran the tip of his cock over her lace-covered pussy, teasing her through the fabric. He decided not to pull her underwear off all the way, instead he just slid them to the side and sank in to her. ''Such a tight little quim,'' he hissed, pushing in shallowly and then pulling out, letting her get used to the size. ''Is this what you wanted? Daddy's big cock inside of you?'' The god was having the time of his life, saying such filthy things to her. This was wickedness at its best and it felt utterly wonderful.
''Yes Daddy,'' she groaned, wishing he would go deeper. He took his time, and those easy slow-slow strokes were torture: Darcy wanted hard and fast.
''Please,'' she whimpered.
He lifted her legs, resting them on his shoulders and then sped up his motions, plunging hard in and out of her. ''I've got you sweetheart,'' Loki growled. ''You're mine and I'm going to take care of you. You need to come hard, and I'll make you, don't you worry. You are going to come all over your Daddy's cock like a good girl, aren't you? Come on, let me feel it, let go.'' His words, combined with the rough, deep fucking that he was now giving her at that angle sent her spiralling into the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Unable to help herself, Darcy screamed out, ''Yes, yes, fuck me harder, Daddy!'' and tightened around him.
Loki felt his balls burn, felt the pulse of seed as it spurted from him almost violently. So perfect, he thought, observing the beautiful girl beneath him, her hair, still in pigtails, fanned down across the pillow, his cock buried inside of her, frilly panties shoved to the side as he claimed her body. He let her go, setting her legs down, pulling out of her, sitting back and watching with fascination as his come dripped out of her and soaked the green fabric.
''Would you like to do this again, little one?'' he asked, and she gasped out, ''Yes, Daddy.''
''Good, because I think this could work out rather nicely. There is still much you need to be taught.'' He stroked her thigh affectionately and smiled at her. ''I think that you need a bath, and then I'm going to have to punish you for your language. Do you understand?''
''Yes,'' she told him, arousal stirring again at the thought. ''Yes, Daddy.'' Darcy knew that she'd be wearing her hair in pigtails far more often, and that suited her just fine.