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Loki loving when you touch yourself and let him watch send tweet
Ohh, this is one of Loki’s favorite activities. He’s so proud of you for knowing your body and being unashamed of your own pleasure. He rasps filthy commands and words of encouragement the whole time.
And the only thing he enjoys more than seeing you make yourself come undone is seeing you come undone while wrapped around him… which is usually what happens next anyway, when he watches you 😈
Your fingers traced along the stitches of your sweater, counting them in an attempt to regulate your breathing. It wasn’t working.
Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen.
“Are you going to answer my question, or are you going to continue to stare at your hands?” Professor Shelby’s cold voice rattled your nerves.
“I don’t know the answer, Professor Shelby,” you finally choked out, cheeks aflame as everyone stared. Most looked with sympathy, familiar with being victimized by the professor.
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OMG i found myself scrolling recently and one right after another, i came across your Loki work and fell in absolutely love! My favs are for sure the dark!Loki one shots, call it a guilty pleasure Lol Look forward to more of your work!
this is so kind! thank you much!!
Don't worry, there's DEFINITELY more dark Loki coming!
A very special birthday present for my aquarius twin and partner in priest smut, @little-diable. I've been feeling filthy and fiendish, and ravenous as we celebrate our shared season (when earth's two horniest devils were born). ♒︎ ♒︎ ♒︎
warnings are for general dark fic. protect your heart and read at your own discretion. pwp and sexy religious stuff.
“They tell me there is a darkness in you. An evil wickedness that has taken root and rotted your soul.”
“Father,” you rasped, barely audible over his murmuring prayers.
Heavy metal chains rattled against the old wooden bedframe, the sound of your struggle echoing off the walls. Loki’s prayers did not cease.
The taste in your mouth was sour, the room smelling the sickly sweetness of decay. Maybe it was you, maybe it was the priest, or maybe it was some other entity writhing beneath the floorboards.
“You have committed sins of the flesh. You’ve opened your heart and your legs to sin, and now the devil has taken hold of your soul!” Father Loki shouted from the foot of the bed, towering over you.
“I haven’t, Father. Your flock deceives you, their tongues are poisoned with lies!” You pled, eyes wet with tears, blurring the horrific scene.
You were spread open on the mattress as if it were an alter, wrists and ankles chained to the bedposts. A crucifix hung overhead, clattering against the wall as you fought the restraints and the priest continued his false exorcism, calling upon an angel for defense.
All of the air escaped your lungs in a harsh exhale as Loki grabbed your jaw, forcing you into look into his icy blue eyes.
It was only this past Sunday that you had bloomed under his gentle gaze, safe in his rectory, in the house of god. Everything seemed so different now, the figure before you no longer the man who read passages from an old book, but a powerful priest who held you at his mercy, wagering your salvation against his own lust. Loki was no longer your humble priest, but something demonic, something hungry.
“Let me in,” Loki hissed, his fingers trailing over your cheek, his snake’s tongue darting out to taste the salty tears that stained your skin.
Before you could beg him not to, the white sheet was torn from your body, leaving you wearing only the gold cross that dangled from your throat.
“So fucking beautiful… it almost makes me believe you were made in a holy image,” Loki mocked, the devil inside him no longer hiding behind his robes and cloth.
You abandoned trying to declare your innocence, that you had remain untouched just as the book had dictated — despite rumors of your small rural sect. That’s what the priest had used to trap you, the false tale of a rumor being spread of your purity, convincing you that he was to pray over your unclean body.
As soon as you were naked beneath him, terrified and throbbing on his alter, you saw Loki for what he truly was. He wasn’t the flock’s loyal priest who looked out for you, but a devil that preyed upon your devotion.
You may have walked into this room pure and willing, but if you were lucky enough to leave, you’d be clawing your way out of a hell of depravity and lust.
Loki’s tongue trailed down your body, tasting your fear and sweat. A violent shudder came as the wet muscle flattened against your nipple, sucking hard. He watched you through thick dark eyelashes, feeling your body’s reaction. Your back arched, doing what little you could to offer yourself more of him, still obedient even as he tied you up and defiled you in the name of a false exorcism.
“That’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to force myself inside your body and hear those sweet little screams fall from your lips,” Loki hissed, smirking at your whimper.
The cuffs on your ankles held your legs apart, spreading you open to him as he slithered down your body. Struggling was fruitless now, leaving you only the option to plead for mercy. You couldn’t even pray, not when you were bared to the devil for him to feast upon.
Loki knelt between your thighs, his large hands gripping the flesh of your ass. Those terrible icy blue eyes gazed up at you, feeding on the horror painting your features. His sharp teeth grazed over the softness of your inner thighs, smirking at the way your breath hitched in anticipation.
“Forgive me Father, for I am about to sin,” he murmured into the soft skin of your thigh before his tongue delved into your cunt.
Your head fell back, a scream torn from your throat as he tasted you, his tongue swirling around your clit. He lapped at your folds, drinking the arousal that had spilled from you despite your fear.
Loki’s moans vibrated against you as he began to fuck you with his fingers, curling forward to play you like an instrument. You were helpless against the pleasure, your body giving in to him, welcoming the devil inside of you.
No amount of scripture could have armored you against his infernal lust. From the first moment you’d stepped foot in his chapel, he knew you would be his. Loki would make you belong to him, own you and control you in ways your delicate mind couldn’t fathom.
You were powerless — left only crying out his name, crying out to your priest for salvation, even as he dragged you deeper and deeper into damnation.
The cries and screams only furthered Loki’s hunger and desires. He basked in your suffering, feeling you throb and cream on his fingers, your body unable to deny what pleasure the devil ripped from you.
“You love this. You’ve given yourself to me and you love the taste of sin. No man nor beast will ever satisfy you again, for you are mine,” Loki’s words sounded like a prayer, spoken into the bite marks he had left on your inner thighs.
Your salvation was brief as Loki sat up, no longer overstimulating you with his tongue, tasting your sin and pleasure. You panted on the bed, fighting to catch your breath, finally giving up on struggling against the restraints. He studied you, your chest heaving in ragged breaths and your hair stuck to the damp skin of your face. Small shudders wracked your body, aftershocks of pleasure sparking through you.
“You cannot hide from me. I know the filthy desires you harbor. I know the fire in your belly that burns for me, the need blooming that only I can satiate. I will exorcise you not of demons, but of your own lust. Soon you’ll no longer be praying to god, but to me,” Loki’s words spread your soul bare, exposing your darkest desires.
“Father, please,” you begged, pleading for him to absolve your suffering, to worship your body the way he had once worshipped saints.
The gold-stitched robes slid from his shoulders as he undressed. Loki stood at the end of the bed in all of his glory, gazing down on you, his faithful disciple.
Your faith in Loki had never wavered, even in this moment of wickedness. He was your leader, your priest, your salvation — he was yours, as much as you were his. Even bruised and aching beneath him, you were begging him to enter your body, to cleanse you of your sins and remove the evil from you and replace it with his own.
His skilled hands released the cuffs on your ankles, and he was pushing your knees to your shoulders before you could move.
“Easy,” he hushed your desperate sounds, stroking himself for a moment as he ignored your pathetic begs.
Your head dropped back as Loki finally pressed into you, sinking deep inside your cunt. A moan reverberated through his chest, his curls dropping in front of his eyes, shielding the pleasure taking root in his gorgeous features.
“Oh my god, fuck,” you hissed, your body forcing you to take every inch of him, stretching out nearly to the point of pain.
“He isn’t here, you’ll pray to me,” he grabbed your jaw, kissing you roughly, swallowing your whimper.
Every thrust pushed him deeper inside until you, seeming to feel him in every nerve ending of your body until you were exploding with pleasure. You would have given anything to dig your nails into his shoulders and claw at his back, jerking weakly against the handcuffs that still restrained you to the bed. Loki practically had your body folded in half, his hips smacking your ass with loud sounds that mixed with the moans muffled by messy tongue-kisses.
You chased his lips when he pulled away, the action rewarded by him spitting into your mouth. He smirked at your surprised gasp -- interrupting yourself with a moan as he rolled his hips forward, nudging against your g-spot.
"That's it, you look so pretty when you're helpless," he praised, a hand wrapping around your throat.
He sat up and began to pound into you, restricting your oxygen as he split you open on his cock. The pressure built between your legs until it was crashing over you all at once in a violent wave. Your vision hazed, and you barely heard your own scream as your body released in a violent orgasm.
Mere seconds follow before the priest was spilling his seed inside of you, so much of it until it was leaking out and staining the once white sheets. Loki swore, his thrusts slowing until he eased out of you, the first gentle action since you'd found yourself in your position.
You were dizzy with endorphins, pliant in his hands as he released the handcuffs. Your chest rose and fell beneath the gold crucifix, glinting in the dim candlelight. You slowly came down from the religious experience you had just been forced through, finding a newfound worship of your priest.
So, I fell down the Jamie rabbit hole again while listening to his Quinn audio. I just had to write about it, please endure this. And it’s also a late birthday gift for my love @earlgreydream 🤍Comment if you want to be tagged in part 2. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx
Summary: The reader writes scripts for erotica audios. Jamie was her inspiration for her latest story, which she joked about to her team, not thinking they’d take it serious and actually hire Jamie for the recording.
Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, next part will be filled with piv and oral smut, this is tamer, kissing, flirting, reader being a nervous mess (me)
Pairing: Jamie Campbell Bower x fem!reader (2k words)
picture credits to the owner
It was evening by the time the email found its way to her. She opened it without looking at the subject, heart freezing as she realised who had just emailed her.
It had all started as a joke with her colleagues. (Y/n) had turned in another script, another idea she had managed to put into pages her colleagues had approved and then had tried to find the perfect person to read it for their recording. She had dropped his name as a joke, not thinking anybody would take her seriously. Oh how wrong she’d been.
And now here she was. Staring at her blindingly bright computer screen and the email Jamie had sent her, asking for a coffee meeting tomorrow morning to go over her script.
(Y/n)’s fingers shook as she began typing her reply, trying to calm herself while ignoring the fact her celebrity crush had emailed her minutes ago. With every exhale she began to grow calmer, telling him she’d be happy to meet him and adding her phone number so he could call her for details.
Her limbs were still trembling as she rose, ignoring her laptop and her nervousness the second she’d hit sent. Jamie would probably take his time, email her back and ignore the number like many would, and yet her phone started ringing only a minute later.
“Hello? This is (y/n).” The second he replied with a chuckle she found herself freezing again. It was him, undoubtedly him.
“Hi, (y/n), it’s Jamie. Thank you for your quick reply, I’m quite excited about this job.” Heat rose to her cheeks, her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she indulged in his raspy accent.
“Honestly, I’m just as excited. How would tomorrow around ten work for you?” (Y/n) forced herself to calm down, to give off a rather professional attitude in hopes he wouldn’t pick up on her nervousness. It felt surreal to even think about what she was doing just now, speaking to the guy she had secretly thought of while writing the script.
“Perfect, would you mind coming round to mine? I can offer good coffee and enough privacy to plan the recording.” Her hand clung to the edge of her chair as if it was grounding her just enough.
“Sure, that’s fine! Text me your address and I’ll be there!”
…
She hadn’t caught any sleep, the circles under her eyes were even darker than usual, and yet she felt anything but tired. Excitement and nervousness flushed through her body with every breath she took, a deadly mixture which only seemed to heighten her senses as she drove down the path to his house.
His house stared at her from afar, luring her closer as if it already knew of the emotional chaos flushing through her. The second she parked her car and reached for her bag, he stepped out into the morning, wrapped in a grey knitted sweater, blonde hair pulled back into a bun, fingers clad in silver rings.
“Morning, (y/n).” She didn’t get a chance to reply before being pulled in for a hug. The scent of his cologne had an expensive feeling to it, wrapping her in its deadly embrace which would leave invisible bruises on her soul for months to come.
“Thank you for meeting me.” The words tumbled off of her tongue, she stumbled over them a bit and couldn’t help but internally cringe. But Jamie didn’t seem to mind as he led her into his house with a hand placed on her smaller back. Their eyes held contact as he took her coat from her, even as they stepped into his spacious kitchen which had a historic feel to it.
“Coffee?” She hummed while he reached for some mismatched vintage cups as (y/n) began to wander around the space. Her eyes found one of the old windows, allowing her to look out into his garden which appeared to be endlessly big from her spot. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It is, I can’t imagine how it must feel to see this every single day.” He gave her a cup of coffee before pointing towards the window bench near to where she stood. Jamie sat closer than she had anticipated, sharp, curious eyes settled on (y/n) while he took a sip of his coffee with a grin glued to his lips.
She had to avert her eyes, fearing he may see right through her facade and pick up on the racing thoughts she couldn’t drown out. He was even more handsome up close, but there was something else to Jamie, something which lured her in without settling on his appearance or his raspy accent.
“So, I have to ask, did you think of me while writing the story?” And there it was again, that piercing heat she had tried to drown out ever since yesterday evening and their call. Not even the hurried sip she took could save her, she knew her face was burning, settling in her veins as if it was trying to burn her from inside out.
“Maybe.” It was a simple reply, and yet it managed to make a laugh claw out of him. He placed his cup down before he fumbled with the rings on his left hand, almost as if his own nervousness was catching up with him. “But I never thought you’d say yes to it.”
“Well, I’ve been a fan of your work for a while, I couldn’t pass up on this opportunity.” The words made her freeze, eyes snapping away from her bag and the script she had reached for, right back to his face.
“You know my stuff?” Jamie nodded his head, eyes sparkling with something which almost looked like mischief.
“Don’t sound so surprised. It’s hard to miss your projects, I told my agent a while ago that I’d love to work with you one day.” The heat had wandered from her face down to her ribcage and her back. It settled in her bones, bit through her muscles, and wrapped itself around her aching heart.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m honoured, truly.” His hand found her forearm, Jamie gave it a squeeze before pulling away again. The spot burned as if his touch had been warmer than the coffee he had offered her minutes ago.
“Alright, let’s go through the script before we bury ourselves in compliments, shall we?” (Y/n) was grateful for his words, allowing her to focus on what she was comfortable with, at least until the realisation began to settle in that she was about to listen to Jamie read all those words out loud. Words which dripped with aching, longing, and the need for his touch.
“I think we can skip the first scenes and jump to the important parts? I’d like to know how you envisioned him and what he truly should give off while being with her.” Her mouth was dry, eyes struggling to stay focused on the printed words staring at her as if they were making fun of her. She could only nod, watch him thumb through the script until he settled on page twelve, and finally focus on it herself.
The second Jamie began to read all those words she felt the need to bury herself and never look at him again. It sounded too perfect, exactly how she had envisioned it while writing those moments where her two characters got to fuck for the first time since meeting on a ship leading them away from home and towards a new adventure.
“Are you alright, darling?” Jamie’s question managed to fight through the fog making itself comfortable inside her mind. Her head snapped back up to meet his curious eyes, unable to swallow the embarrassment she felt.
“Yeah, sorry. It’s just amazing to hear you speak out loud what I wrote while imagining you as that character.” He laughed again, let his hand find her trembling thigh to settle on it for a moment. She felt his thumb rub circles into the fabric of her jeans, something which should have felt soothing but only managed to push even more heat through her.
“Well, if my voice seems to have such an effect on the author, we can be assured others will enjoy it too.” A wink was sent her way before Jamie began reading again, speaking the sweet nothings his character mumbled while kissing his way down her main character’s chest. Slowly, he pulled his hand away again to turn the page, making her miss the touch almost instantly.
“How gorgeous you look. All mine to devour, at my mercy. Just for me.” Her pulse spiked, she needed a distraction while she squeezed her thighs together. A soft chuckle left Jamie but he kept reading. “Do you feel it? Feel how I ache for you the same way your body has been calling for my touch? Take my hand, drag it to where you need me the most.”
She drowned her coffee with one last sip, eyes still focused on the script. And then his hand found her chin, warm fingers forcing her gaze towards him. For a moment, neither of them spoke, holding eye contact to communicate what both had been unable to drown out for the past minutes.
“You know, it wasn’t a lie when I said I’m a fan of your work. I found myself listening to those audios, and perhaps I even imagined myself in it, with you by my side.” Jamie stared down at her as if he was ready to snap, pull her in and show her why he had the upper hand over this situation. But he didn’t move, not yet, not until an almost silent whimper left (y/n). God how pathetic, how embarrassing, but Jamie didn’t seem to mind, his thumb stroked over her lips, feeling every single line beneath his soft skin. “What are you thinking, darling?”
“This still feels surreal.” A louder laugh left him, he shook his head at her, necklaces making soft sounds as he moved. She wanted to feel him closer, wanted to feel more of his body, but the bubble burst before either of them could stop it. Her phone rang, making both freeze for a moment. “Sorry.”
She reached for her phone and stood with shaking legs, almost ignoring the words her colleague spoke, telling her that they needed her back at the office for some last minute meeting they needed her vote on. A small drip of hate began to fuel her system, annoyed that someone would rip her away from the man she’d been crushing on for years. But perhaps it was for the better, perhaps that was the way it’s supposed to be before she could lose herself fully.
“I fear I have to go, they need me at the office. I’m sorry.” Jamie rose to his feet, he smiled at her before he followed her into the hallway. Their hands met as he helped her into her coat and wordlessly accompanied her out to her car.
“Is it alright if I call you, should I have any further questions before the recording?” They stood close to one another as he spoke, chests almost touching while her back touched her car.
“Of course, I’ll also be at the recording, so we can always do some last minute check-ins.” His tongue kissed his teeth, he seemed to ponder over something but kept quiet. Jamie nodded and then stepped back, allowing her to open the car door and throw her bag into the seat.
His hand found her arm before she could take a seat, pulling her back against his chest. Their lips were about to touch, only a few inches were laying between them, allowing her to feel his warm breath against her slightly parted lips. He waited another second, giving her a chance to pull away, but (y/n) didn’t dare, not as he closed the gap between them, not as his hand found the back of her neck.
Their lips moved in sync, her hands settled on his chest, their hearts kept racing. He was everywhere, taking her in, consuming her fully like a last meal offered to him before he’d be ripped from this moment.
“I can’t wait to see you again.” He mumbled the words against her lips before stepping back, twinkling eyes taking in her breathless frame before turning back and disappearing back inside his house. And all she could do was watch him leave with a grin tugging on the lips Jamie had kissed seconds ago.
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