AUTHOR'S NOTE (PLEAS READ!): Alright…so my dear readers, this is my first story I've ever written that contains major sexual themes in it. I normally am not comfortable writing about the details of intimacy between two people, but I have a new obsession with Hiddleston/ Loki and I can't get this story out of my head! Therefore…this is pretty much my personal detox lol. So please, be flexible with me as I am writing all of this based off of knowledge I obtained from various sources over the years, and not personal experience.
To say that I am in love with 3 Loki /Tom Hiddleston 3 is a ridiculous understatement; my depth of intrigue with a character/actor has not been this strong since Phantom of the Opera. I mean I have had my other loves and fascinations, all extremely strong; but this newest one grew on me ever since Avengers came out, and one day a few months ago, it just hit me so hard I had no idea what to do with myself…how to FULLY express myself. Honestly, some things can just never be explained. In order to keep myself from going mad from the unorganized jargon racing through own fantasies, I wrote this story so I could satisfy my mind and calm it down.
This fan fic is probably the most honest thing I've ever written as far as describing my personal thought process and feelings regarding my desires through the main character in here. So please…be respectful and gentle with me; I am new at this :) I will gladly accept any constructive criticism you all have to offer, but please, PLEASE do not flame me.
In conclusion, after observing Loki many times in the movies and seeing Thor: Dark World recently, I've seen that he can be just as merciful, lifght-hearted, and soft as he can be violent, mischievous, lustful, and dominating. I'm trying to make sure there's a balance in this story; capture both his suave side as well as his domineering side. It's been one of the more challenging stories for me to write, but it's also been a fun and exciting one.
Please note that everything which happens in this story is implied as consensual; I am aware that not many people understand, are comfortable with, or approve of certain types of foreplay or violence within sexual relationships. I just wanted to clarify that; ALL of the content in here is the character's personal desires being brought to a life by Loki. Of course, being the sexy, clever god of mischief and mind boggling pleasure that he is, one would assume that Loki knows what he's doing when it comes to the "joys of the flesh."
I sincerely hope it comes out well, and hope it can be a creation of mental "eye-candy" and textual satisfaction for my dear readers ;) Enjoy!
WARNINGS: Contains rather explicit sex, spanking, Dominant Loki, submissive OFC, etc.
DISCLAIMER: Marvel characters; I DO NOT own any of the characters in this story! This is all property of marvel.
Willow Song kicked her feet with delight as she continued to watch the youtube video, "Loki Takes Comic Con (San Diego 2013). She absolutely LOVED Tom Hiddleston and the fact that he surprised all of the convention goers, it made her love and respect for him reach a new level.
Well, that and the fact that he was just so ridiculously handsome, charismatic and domineering in the way he spoke and moved as his alter ego. Yes, she was a sucker for that type of personality in a male, whether he was a fictional character or a real person.
Willow was a girl who always had a thing for the "villains" and the "bad boys" in the books and movies. Not that she didn't love the good guys as well, considering she was a "good girl" type in many's eyes. A flattering notion really; she was given that title because of her compassionate heart, love of peace, maternal personality, and desire to love unconditionally and reach out to those who needed help.
Despite all of that, buried deep beneath her innocent layers, there was a sensual desire that yearned to be free from its prison. A passionate vibe that had yet to experience a full awakening…one which, she admitted she was rather nervous to set free.
See, Willow had never dated or been in a mutual love before, and was rather old fashioned in her beliefs and yearnings. Not because she was trying to be a "goody-two-shoes," or because she was trying to appear as "holier than thou," but because in her heart, she truly, naturally appreciated her untouched state.
Yet, being 24 and never having "done the deed" gave people a reason to treat her as if she were an alien or as someone who had "amazing self control." But if you were to live inside her mind, you would find that while she desired to wait until marriage, the years of being a single woman had tempted her curiosity to open other doors…ones which introduced her to fetishes and fantasies she never knew she was capable of having. Willow didn't need to be with a man to know they were there, or to know what she liked, it just became a realization as she grew over time.
Many might say she was too sheltered or naive, but it wasn't that; she just never had much curiosity for things that were sexual, and that was the honest truth. Even if Willow never had any physical experience, she'd seen enough of her friends go through the trials and pleasantries of relationships, that she learned from both their success and mistakes. She had been an observer all of her life; someone who really wanted to have a beloved of her own, and would pray to God for her turn.
Alas, the young lady had nothing to do but be patient while moving on with her life; she wasn't someone who could go out there and just force herself to pick some random guy, because she knew herself too well. Her heart had always been in control of what influenced her decisions; and while she knew it wasn't always the wisest thing to rely on, considering that cliche'd saying "follow your heart" could be taken the wrong way, depending on the person, she had been spared every time she refused an opportunity from the men who asked her to be theirs.
Sounds like cowardice right? Well, try asking that to the women those same men pursued after her…they either turned out to be the right ones, or they turned out to be victims of abuse and neglect. Willow's discernment literally protected her…
So for now, until it was her time, Willow was content to settle for being with herself, and all the celebrity or fictional men in her life. Which brings us back to her and Tom Hiddleston…or Loki, the god of mischief. He was the current, newest object of her affection.
What was there to say about Loki that many fan girls didn't already know and love about him? He was positively captivating, that was all that could be said; he was the perfect depiction of a character who's comeliness rivaled that of his stereotypical opposites. He was the kind of person who contained a particular look that was its own brand of attraction; and best of all, he was the ultimate image of a cunning, dominant personality.
Willow was a very tall girl…6'2 to be exact; from what others had told her, she was a beautiful woman who commanded attention wherever she went. Long, flowing brown hair that was a balance of curls and waves; chocolate brown eyes that seemed to tell stories as soon as someone became caught in her gaze. Her lips contained a natural pout that made many envious of them, and her smile contained the power to light up a room whenever she used it. She seemed to float whenever she walked, as her figure always portrayed an other worldly elegance that wasn't often seen in the modern times anymore.
To those who knew this young lady, she was their most loyal, kind friend or ally, always wanting nothing more than to be there for them and love on them. To those who were a stranger to Willow, she was either intimidating or enticing, at least that's what she had been told by those who actually spoke to her.
Lately, the woman had been feeling very insecure and left out of the loop with everyone else. She had always been an extremely romantic person, but she'd never really experienced true love. It was for this reason that it was difficult for her at times; she sometimes wondered if maybe she was just…undesirable.
Being one of the few of tall women in her state, Willow felt like she towered over everyone. There were times when she was treated, albeit with great affection, as one containing both a maternal AND assertive persona when it came to the ones she loved, family or friends. Yes, she had her moments where she could be extremely protective when the situation called for it….but it seemed that she was ALWAYS in that spot, being the protector, being the surrogate mother; but there comes a time when those with such a given title become weary of being in that repetitive position.
If one were to look at the roots of Willow's personality, they'd find that she wanted nothing more than to feel fragile, to be breakable for once. She wanted to have someone she could look up to, both literally and figuratively speaking. That was another reason she loved to dress in apparel that was very effeminate and flowy; it made her feel regal, elegant, and made her appear smaller than she really was. Her depravity of romance, caused her inner hunger to grow and grow until she became impatient with the mere "puppy love" aspect of a relationship. Oh yes…she was at a point now where she desired to submit to someone who wasn't a parent or an elder…deep down, she longed for that next, special level of submission.
When one can't have what they want, they settle for their minds' fantasies and imaginations.
Willow continued to laughed with girlish enthusiasm as Loki, walked around the comic con stage and proceeded to deliver a brilliant, improvised speech to his adoring fans in the crowd.
"Claim loyalty, to me; and I will give you what you need."
She couldn't contain the intense plethora of amusement, joy, and absolute pleasure all throughout watching this video, especially when Loki commanded everyone to say his name. She adored how in depth this man was with his character, and how his audience was so eager to obey him whenever he spoke a word. The starry-eyed girl was writhing in sweet agony on her bed, not knowing what to do with herself, as this was probably the closest she had ever come to climaxing from the mere sound of a man's voice.
Since Willow was a virgin, it was an incredibly fierce feeling. Her cheeks were aflame to the point of pain, and her heart was beating so fast that she was actually afraid it was going to rip through her chest. The only thing she could do, was lay there, laugh, squeal, and let the waves of strange bliss tear through her body.
"Looks like Loki got his wish to be both adored and revered." She mused out loud to herself after the video had ended. I'm definitely going to be creating a ringtone out of his voice so that I can hear it whenever I receive a text or call!
Inspired, she began to look up sound clips of the actor's silky, baritone voice; after downloading all the ones she could find, the tall girl decided to watch the comic con video again, as her obsession and racing blood hadn't felt satisfied enough to finish just yet.
A clap of thunder sounded in the atmosphere, causing the unsuspecting girl to jump as lightning lit up her room. She giggled and clapped excitedly as she absolutely loved storms! How perfect for this moment!
The flashes of the storm seemed perpetual as she watched the video clip over and over again; at one point, when the screen had gone black during the beginning of Loki's entrance, Willow's room was once again filled with the electric light.
She bit back a screech as her eyes were unintentionally looking in the direction of her windows, when it happened…a face flashed before her…one she knew very well. That fiendish smile penetrated her heart, causing the startled woman to fall back on her bed in shock.
"There's no way…" Willow whispered nervously to herself, not sure what to do next.
As soon as the darkness returned, the young lady bolted towards the window in the dark and swung it open, looking around fervently as the storm raged on. The only thing that could be seen were the dancing silhouettes of all the trees, plants, and objects that were being forced to bend against their will as the wind howled around them.
Nothing there…she thought, feeling kind of disappointed despite her freaked out state.
"By Asgard, Willow, get a hold of yourself you delusional, unrealistic idiot!" She scolded herself while slapping her face with her palm. "You didn't really see him, you've just been obsessing lately, so now you're seeing things…yeah, that's it…you're seeing things." She walked back over to her bed and flopped down upon it, ready to eclipse her disappointment with more of Loki time.
There was a creak in the dark after the video finished, and the alarmed girl whipped her head around to see where it was coming from. Even though she couldn't see anything, she felt a strange sense of foreboding when peering in the pitch-black room. She could've easily turned on the light, but she didn't want to…somehow, the thrill of not being able to see what the source of that noise was, enabled the mystery to grow and shroud around her being, making her shiver involuntarily.
"There's nothing there Willow…there's. nothing. there…" She assured herself with trepidation, a part of her wishing she was wrong as she hit the 'play' button again.
"Humanity…look how far you've fallen!" Willow gasped as a voice quoted these exact words in perfect synchronization with Loki on the video.
No…no I'm hearing things, I have to be! Maybe I just turned up the volume by accident and that gave it a surround sound effect?
"Obsessing over your mortal reveries for hours!"
That was wrong…those weren't the same words Loki was supposed to say next…
"Hiding in your chambers in the dark…like beasts!"
The lightning flashed in time with the one on the video; a piercing scream erupted throughout the room as a physical form blinked in front of the terrified girl.
She fell off the bed, the video forgotten, as she beheld the god of mischief himself, sitting in her rocking chair at the far end of the room.