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gor3-hound · 6 months ago

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WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE - NAOYA ZENIN

ft. naoya zenin x puppy!reader

a/n: commission for the very lovely @nexysworld !! naoya is so very pretty and i was scared to write him BUT !! he was actually very fun to write. i love my asshole nepo baby :3 hope you guys enjoy, fb and reblogs are always appreciated <3

cw: 18+ content, dead dove-ish, pussy inspection, mistreatment of hybrids, forced cosmetic procedures, dub-con bcs power dynamics, praise, degradation, use of shock collars, caging, mentions of filing teeth, ear cropping, touching unhealed wounds, tail play, misogyny, spit, mean naoya, dehumanisation, orgasm denial, forced spaying, p in v, creampie, dacryphilia, neglect

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Naoya’s bored.

It might’ve made you feel better if he had a secret soft spot - that the pressures of his clan have left him lonely and desperate for companionship, but that’s simply not the case. There’s no profound self-realization that comes with his actions, no sense of guilt when he pays one of the maids to suck him off before he kicks her to the curb.

He’s just bored. He’s always found the best cure for his boredom was to find a pretty little plaything that was willing to put up with him. But there’s only so much you can do to a human girl before she’s skittering off. Women value their life more than their job these days, a thought that has him scowling and breaking the shit in his room as soon as his latest slut cuts him off.

He needed something more permanent. A pretty thing that he can use to get his dick wet. One that isn’t crying for a relationship or money when he’s finished. He’s always found those hybrids pretty cute, and it seemed like the perfect thing to keep him entertained. A girl that knew she was lesser than him. A pet he could play with that would forgive him after a couple of head scratches and a new toy.

It’s that thought that has him dragging his ass to the nearest adoption center, his eyes scanning the kennels until he spots you.

You seem like a shy little thing, but he doesn’t see an issue with that. He’s always had more fun breaking girls in, and you’d be no exception. He hums thoughtfully for a moment, his head cocking to the side as he looks you over. He doesn’t address you or ask you any questions, but he doesn’t need to. You were cute, and that’s all he really cared about, anyway. He calls a worker over, asking to get some time alone with you.

“Well, we don't really have any private rooms for you to-”

“How much?” Naoya cuts him off without even gazing his way, his eyes locked onto your form. No point buying the goods if he doesn’t get a trial run, first.

“I'm sorry?” The worker stutters out. Naoya hates that shit. Pisses him off more than anything, acting like he doesn’t want the Zen’in’s money. Naoya knows better.

“You heard me. How much? Doesn't need to be a fancy room. Shit, I'll take a storage room. I gotta check she's worth the money, y'know?” He says with a sigh, his brows twitching slightly as he fights back a scowl.

Seems to work well enough, because the worker leads him to a staff room, telling him to wait right there. He crosses his arms over his chest, making him sigh in annoyance. He waits impatiently, but he lights up when you come padding into the room, looking all nervous.

”No need to be scared, girl.” He tells you, but his words come out in a grunt. He doesn’t really care if you’re scared of him or not, as long as you let him get a good look at you. He moves towards you when you don’t budge, gripping your chin between his fingers.

His gaze is sharp, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he looks over your features. He reaches a free hand up to your floppy ears, giving them a flick. A frown crosses over his features as he gives you an appraising gaze , clicking his tongue. “They’ll have to get done. Don’t like ‘em.”

His fingers and thumb dig into your cheeks, forcing a gap between your teeth so you open your mouth. He shoves his fingers down your throat, sighing when you gag and splutter. “Gonna have to train that outta ya. Those canines are gonna have to get fixed, too. Bet they’d fuckin’ hurt if they caught my dick.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes your spit off on your cheek, smirking when your nose wrinkles. He reaches down, tugging on your fluffy tail with a thoughtful expression. “That can stay, though. Cute.”

”Bend over the table, pup. Spread your legs, lemme see your cunt.” He orders, releasing your tail and taking a step back. Your hesitance irritates him, and his hand comes out to smack you across your face so hard that your head snaps to the side, your ears ringing. “Don’t make me say it again. I fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Your tail is tucked between your legs as you shift to lean over the table, those fluffy ears pressed down firmly against your head. Doesn’t bother Naoya. He kicks your feet apart, pulling your pants and underwear down in one tug. The tail is a little bit of an obstacle still, so he sighs and scratches behind your ears.

”C’mon now, baby. I didn’t mean it.” He coos, making sure he finds the spot behind your ear that has you pushing back against his hand. His tone is condescending, but that dumb puppy brain of yours can’t register that. He grins as your tail perks up and wags, showing you off to him. “That’s better. Lemme get a look at that pretty pussy.”

He kneels behind you, spreading your folds with two fingers, humming in satisfaction as strings of slick spread and break at his actions. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t pick out a puppy for that exact reason - a few words of praise, and you were soaked. He slips a finger deep into your cunt, adding another one and scissoring them open before groaning at the tightness. You felt like a virgin, too. Perfect.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wiping his spit off on your clothes before he pulls them back on. He gives your ass a few pats as he stands up, turning around to bang a few times on the door.

”Hey! I’ll take her.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Naoya’s unpredictable.

It’s hard to settle into a routine with him. He can be easy to handle one moment, only to switch up at the next second. He’s never kind - that’s not the right word for him - but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments. If you’re good, he’ll let you curl up at the foot of his bed. Sometimes he’ll even let you sit at his feet when he’s relaxing, petting your head absentmindedly.

Those moments are few and far between. For the most part, he’s cold. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he’s feeding you or if it’s play time.

He shows you the most attention when he wants to play. He’ll praise you, scratch behind those freshly cropped ears standing tall on your head and run his fingertips through the fur of your tail until it’s wagging fast enough that he knows you’ll be pliant and eager for anything he wants to do to you. You’d tried whining, begging, pleading… Anything just to get him to look at you and show you some affection, but you quickly learned that the only way you could guarantee something from him was to paw at the front of his pants until he’s twitching against your hand.

His choice of affection has a bit of a side effect, and you’re unlucky enough that Naoya notices it. All it takes is one little ‘good girl’ or a scratch on your head for you to be soaked, whining and rutting against any part of him you could reach. He loves feeling you wrapped around him, but he loves teasing you even more. So, naturally, as soon as realizes how desperate his touch makes you, he decides it would be a fun little game for him to see just how needy you could get.

He’s leaning back against the couch when he spots you padding over, that fluffy tail slowly picking up speed the closer he gets to you. He can’t help but chuckle when he spots you settling on the floor by his feet, a smirk spreading across his face when you rest your chin on his thigh. Your gaze flicks up to his face, a longing expression on your features. His hand comes down to pet your head, fingers scratching your scalp gently.

”You need something, girl?” He coos, tugging on one of your bandaged ears until you whimper, biting back a laugh when you lean into the touch regardless of the pain that comes with it. You’re always so eager to please, it drives him crazy.

“Need you, please.” You whine, your ears tilting back slightly, unable to press flat against your head due to the wrapping keeping them up so they heal pointed. He grins wolfishly at your words, yanking you by the collar until you’re straddling his thigh, a mischievous going in his eyes.

”Go on then, pup. I’m too tired to deal with you myself. You can handle it, can’t you?” He hums, giving your head a pat before crossing his arms behind his head as he leans back on the couch. You give him a curious little head tilt, confusion twisting your cute little face. He loves it when you give him that look - you’re just a dumb puppy, nothing more than entertainment for him. He can’t help but feel amused, shifting his leg so he can press his thigh more firmly against your core.

”You’re a big girl, aren’t you? I’m sure you can figure it out, puppy.” You seem to get the picture, a soft, needy sound rising in your throat as the hard muscle of his thigh presses against your cunt through the fabric of your shorts. Your hips start shifting on their own, rutting against him desperately. Your mouth falls open, artificially rounded canines digging into the flesh of your bottom lip.

Your hands come down to rest on your own thighs - you know better than to touch Naoya without asking, and you don’t want this to end so soon. Your nails press into your flesh, leaving indents on the surface of the skin. Naoya’s face is a mask of indifference. There’s no sign of enjoyment from him, the only hint that he isn’t completely unaffected by your actions is the tent forming beneath the fabric of his pants. You whine when you realize he isn’t even looking at you, staring over your shoulder to look over one of the paintings on the wall.

You want him inside of you, want his strong hands to grasp your thighs as he fucks into you. The thought alone has you panting, your head hanging as your tail starts to wag again, steady behind you as you grind against his thigh more harshly. Your breaths come out heavier, your cunt soaking through the fabric of your shorts to coat his own pants.

You’re so overwhelmed with your rapidly approaching orgasm, how good it feels to finally be this close to your owner that you don’t see his hand reaching for his phone until it’s too late. You yelp as your collar zaps you, the fur on your tail standing on end as the shock makes you spasm, your hips quickly pulling away from his thigh.

”I didn’t say you could cum, did I? Bad girl.” He hisses, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you across the floor, forcing you into your crate with a swift kick. He slams the door behind you, locking it before stepping back. “You can stay there for the rest of the night. If I hear you so much as fuckin’ squeak, you’re not getting let out for the rest of the week. Got it?”

You nod quickly, but that’s clearly not good enough for him. He taps at the screen of his phone a few times before pressing his thumb down for a longer period. The voltage is higher, and he doesn’t let up on shocking you until you drop against the blanket in your crate, your fingers twitching. He scoffs at the sight, letting go of the button.

”Pathetic. If I’m talking to you, I expect an answer. Surely you’re not so stupid you’ve forgotten how to use your words?”

”N-no. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll be quiet.” You whisper, your voice shaking slightly with the effort it takes you to hold back tears.

”Stupid mutt.” He grunts, fiddling with his trousers until he can free his cock. His jaw tenses in slight annoyance at how quickly that has you perking up, your eyes wide with interest like he’s holding a damn treat up for you. He steps closer to your crate, pressing his length down against the bars above your head. Naoya can’t help but laugh as you try to crane your head to get a taste of him, his eyes shining with amusement as your tongue laps between the gaps to catch his skin.

”Look at you. You were crying a second ago, and now you’re drooling like a bitch in heat? You are the single most pitiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.” He muses, letting out another chuckle at the whine that spills from your lips when he pulls away from the crate.

”Go to sleep.” He grunts as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his eyes trained on your as he takes a step back. “If you’re good enough, I might let you out for breakfast.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

The next morning, Naoya is wordless as he approaches your cage.You can tell from his narrowed, fox-like gaze that he hasn’t forgiven you from last night, his jaw set tight as if you hadn’t just made a small mistake. Naoya expected nothing but perfection from his pet, and it was something he made abundantly clear. He opens the door, his eyes narrowed in on your slumped over figure.

”Out.” The words are short and clipped, but firm, leaving no room to argue. It wasn’t a request, but a command. You weren’t stupid enough to ignore it.

He watches you crawl out of the cage, kneeling at his feet on the cold floor. You keep your gaze trained downwards, unable to meet his eyes. You look so pathetic it almost angers him, a crease forming between his brows as looks down at you. He slowly strips his clothes, his eyes locked onto you the entire time.

“Strip.” You listen, pulling your clothes off and adding them to his own pile on the floor. There’s no praise now, no attempts to get you wet enough to take him. He just pushes you down onto all fours before spitting directly onto your cunt as he forces his cock into your tight heat. It’s meant to be a punishment, but all it takes for you to get wet is the feeling of him stretching you out, your tail swaying side to side as his tip presses up against your cervix.

”Such a slut… Dripping as soon as you see cock. Bet it doesn’t even have to be mine, hmm? Could pass you around the whole clan and you’d gladly let each and every one of ‘em mount you until you were sore and dripping cum.” He spat, his hips rocking forward harshly. He builds up a steady pace, pounding into you brutally.

”Wouldn’t…” You manage to force out, brows furrowing as you try to rock back against his hips, your walls pulsing around his length. “Just you… want your pups.”

”Aww, that’s cute. You want me to breed you, girl? Is that it?” He lets out a cruel laugh, tugging on your tail to pull you back against him with each thrust, his cock brutally pounding into your tight cunt. “You think I’d let you carry my seed? That your bastard children could be sufficient heirs for the Zen’in clan? I’d never let you have puppies. Stupid fuckin’ bitch. Didn’t even realize I got you spayed? You just believe every little thing I tell you, huh?”

Fuck, he really likes the look of your tears. Nearly has him cumming from the way you look sobbing on his dick, the way you clench around him like you're trying to milk him dry despite how upset you are. It doesn't matter what he does to you, not when you're so forgiving. He knows he can say whatever he pleases and you'd still come running back to him, tail tucked between your legs like you were the one in the wrong.

He presses down between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest flat against the hard-wood floor as he keeps your ass in the air with his grip on your tail. With your back arched, the new angle allows him to fuck into you deeper, bullying himself into you without any regard for your pleasure. You were nothing more than something to use to him - a glorified fleshlight, at best. He only let you cum because of how tight you squeezed him when you did, how hot it was to see your dripping down his length.

This wasn’t about you right now - it was meant to be a punishment. You'd be lucky if he decided to let you cum in the following weeks, let alone today when he's still pissed off at you for almost breaking one of his rules.

His hips smack the fat of your ass with every thrust, low grunts spilling past his lips as he wraps your tail around his hand, smacking your thigh in frustration when you yelp at the discomfort that comes with it. He's increasingly glad with every pained whimper as his grip tightens that he decided not to dock your tail. It's so much better than a leash could ever be, forcing you back onto his imposing length everytime it gets too much for you and you try to crawl away.

“M'gonna cum.” He groans, harshly forcing your upper body further against the floor as he leans his weight on the hand pushing you down, slick sounds filling the room as he thrusts himself brutally in and out of your twitching pussy. He yanks on your tail, pulling you back against him as he cums with a grunt, his cock twitching inside of your abused cunt. He ruts his hips into you shallowly as he rides out his high before pulling out, smacking your ass once before standing up, ignoring your pleas to let you cum.

“Stupid mutt.” He spits out, rolling you onto your back with his foot, pressing it down against your stomach to hold you down. He spits on your face, a huff of laughter leaving him as your nose wrinkles. “I've been too good to you. Made you think you have a say.”

“You are a toy.” He continues, pulling his foot away with you before moving to gather his clothes. He pulls them on, leaving you panting and leaking his cum on the floor. “Something for me to use when I get bored.”

He makes his way to the door, shooting one last glance at you over his shoulder. “The quicker you learn that, the better.”

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yukidragon · 1 month ago

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What was Bo like with his flings? Was he rough with them when having "fun"? What would he do if one of his flings developed romantic feelings for him and is jealous of Barbie and wants to harm her?

Oh ho, you want to know some of the kinky details do you? Well let me slap on a quick warning and tag people before we get started.

Content Warning: this post contains talk of criminal activities, violence, murder, sex, and rough sex including kinks like biting, clawing, blood play, hunting, degrading, and breeding. All sex will be fully consenting by all parties involved no matter how rough it gets.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

We all know how much of an animal Bo is as a digital pet, but in the Mafia AU he had a lot more time to act on those animal instincts without the plastic egg to confine him. He's spent years hunting people down like a dog, often catching them through scent alone. He's ripped and torn into people with his fangs and claws, relishing in the power he wields and the excitement that the fear of his prey brings him. He's grown to enjoy the taste of blood and the smell of fear.

Sex for Bo was for similar animalistic gratification. He used people in the same way that he was always used, without affection or attachments to get in the way. If he found someone attractive who was open to letting him have his way with them, he would pounce on the opportunity and them. Naturally, he would always make it crystal clear to whoever he slept with that he was in control and that they were just his fuck toy until he got bored with them. If they weren't okay with that, then he'd go elsewhere to get his dick wet.

Bo had yet to bond with anyone emotionally until he found his puppy. He never found anyone he could trust or even just wanted to trust. He was on a leash since the day he was created, constantly at others' beck and call without a single care for his feelings. He was made to be a killer, forced to fight and obey. It was all he was allowed to know. If he didn't, the consequences would be pain... and if he was deemed useless, he would be put down like a dog.

Inside, Bo is a very scarred individual, though he won't let anyone know it. He shows confidence and abrasiveness to cover up that soft scared puppy inside him that just wanted to be loved but was always denied. He doesn't even admit to himself that he has a softer side at all at this point. As far as he's concerned, that weak puppy he used to be was mauled to death not long after he was born.

Bo knew all too well what happened to the others who were created like him and what their fate was if they were weak, useless, and fought too hard against their creator's leash.

In comparison to the scientist that first made him, Jack is a better master for Bo... relatively. I haven't ironed out the details of how the switch over went down exactly, but it involved a conflict with the scientist that made Bo, as well as other experiments like Simoun. Bo was almost killed in the ensuing scuffle between the scientist's group and the Blouin Family, but Jack saw potential in keeping Bo around. Bo just needed to be trained to a new master.

The scientist was a sadistic monster, experimenting with humans and using them as playthings. They were someone who dabbled in biological and cybernetic enhancements with the intent to improve humanity. They didn't have any morals or care for their fellow humans and "recycled" the failures that didn't quite make the cut. Bo was always balancing on the edge of a knife when under the scientist's control.

Jack allows Bo a bit more freedom and with less restrictions, mostly as a reward for good behavior. Jack has a much better sense of when to use the carrot or the stick to get people to do what he wants, and of course he has quite the silver tongue. Bo dislikes having a master holding his leash at all, but he saw potential in using Jack to get what he wanted. Jack is aware that Bo isn't content in being on a leash, but he can work with it.

Bo did try to seduce Jack early on, but Jack shut that down immediately. Bo learned quickly his new boss does not like to be touched by anyone.

In retrospect, Bo decided it was for the best he didn't sleep with Jack. There's no doubt his master would dominate him in bed, and he can't abide by that.

Bo constantly lives under the control of others. He's not going to let that happen to him when he's blowing off steam too.

Bo isn't afraid to call an end to sexy times if the person he's seducing refuses to be dominated by him and wants him to be the submissive one instead. He has a desperate need to be in control, and he refuses to give it up to anyone. He uses people to get off and make himself feel more powerful than he actually does about himself deep down. He especially likes it if the person he's sleeping with is intimidated or afraid of him as well as being aroused, though he never does anything without their consent.

Bo refuses to take away a person's ability to consent when it comes to sex. He'll be a terror in the bedroom, but only for someone who is into that sort of thing. He's lived a life of his own consent stripped away from him. He won't do it to anyone else when it comes to sex. He'll tease and seduce, even while he makes it clear how dangerous he is, how easily he could hurt them. He's in control, and he gets off on making them beg him to do such dirty things to them.

Of course, when it comes to pure violence with no sex involved, consent doesn't matter. You can beg Bo not to hurt you, but if you're a target for his master or have something he wants in his own plans to get his freedom, well... you better hope he gets bored of chasing you so he doesn't draw out your suffering for long.

Such is life in such a brutal and bloody world of organized crime.

Bo loves to be the hunter both in and out of the bedroom. He's got a good nose, and he's damn good at tracking people down. The thrill of the hunt makes him feel alive. He's in control and no matter what tricks his prey pulls, he'll always catch them in the end.

When Bo finally catches his prey, he loves to taunt them and take a bite, often ripping out entire chunks out of them in a gruesome, bloody fashion. Of course, during sexy times he only bites as hard as his partner will let him, but he does enjoy the taste of blood. He'd be a fan of bloodplay should his partner consent to it.

Sex and violence both give Bo a lot of similar thrills. He gets off on being the alpha dog in total control of another person's life. Hunting someone he plans to kill gives him the same sort of euphoria that he gets when having sex. He's in total control of someone else. What happens to them is up to him.

In some ways Bo enjoys violence more than sex. He doesn't have to care what the other person wants when he's out to hurt or kill them. Their life is in his hands as if he was their god.

Still, not even the most exciting kill can give the same euphoria as a good orgasm.

It's also not the same as being truly wanted by someone.

Bo can be pretty rough in the bedroom, giving bites, digging his claws into hips, leaving bruises and cuts behind.. He can be a real animal, howling, snarling, and growling. He also enjoys degrading his partners, getting off on reminding them that he's the one in control and they're the desperate slut begging for his cock.

Understandably, Bo can be a bit too intense for some people. It's not uncommon for a fling to suddenly call it quits in the middle of sexy times because Bo was too much of an animal for them to handle.

Although Bo isn't a fan of being blue balled, he's not going to stop them if they want to leave. Annoyance is covered up by his cocky attitude, and he'll sooner taunt them for missing out on a good thing than let himself reflect that their rejection might hurt him or that he is actively pushing others away.

His flings don't matter to him, so it doesn't matter if they abandon him.

Refusing to let others in emotionally shields Bo from the world, but it also prevents him from sincerely connecting with anyone. It leaves him with a hole inside that just keeps getting deeper and deeper, leaving him endlessly wanting. The hole is patched over briefly by his flings, as he gets to savor the feeling of being desired, even if only for his body, but it never lasts.

That sort of impermanence tends to lead to Bo getting bored of his partners rather quickly. There's a few people he sleeps with on a semi-regular basis - think maybe once or twice a month - but most of the time he's hunting for someone new. Being desired by more people, hunting down a reluctant prey and making them beg to be taken by him is more thrilling than already conquered territory.

Sometimes Bo's flings have wanted more from him than just sex, and he's always quick to shut that down. He made it clear from the start that he's only there to fuck. He's a dog that won't be tied down to anyone. If they can't handle it, then he's gone.

It's entirely possible there could be at least one person who pretends to be okay with this arrangement, but secretly hopes that they can be something more to Bo one day.

Of course, chances are if someone in such deep denial found out about Bo's feelings for Barbie, that might drive them crazy.

Bo isn't going to let anyone hurt his puppy. By the time he's yandere for Barbie, he's willing to torment or kill just about anyone who lays a hand on her.

Although Bo isn't loyal to his flings, he'll at least do the courtesy of giving them a warning once he catches wind of something foul. He'll make it very clear that if he gets even a sniff of them thinking of doing anything to his puppy, they're going to find out just how sharp this hunting dog's fangs really are.

If a verbal threat alone isn't enough, then maybe a broken bone or two will send a better message.

If they actually hurt or nearly kill Barbie though... Ho boy, Bo isn't going to show mercy, even if they have history together. He's a man who eliminates threats. Permanently.

Over time, Bo feels less interest in sleeping with anyone else as his obsession with Barbie grows. Even when he slept with someone else during this period of time, he finds it less enjoyable than it should be. He notices the emptiness of it more, which makes him aware that it isn't really what he wants. Only by imagining his current partner is Barbie does he get some of the spark back. It becomes more of just a fantasy about all the things he plans to do with her once his puppy finally submits to him.

Still, it's not the same. His fantasies never quite have the same spark Barbie has. Bo can never quite get her right in his fantasies. He can imagine her whimpering and mewling, begging to be fucked shamelessly like any of his flings, but there's a dissonance that takes him out of the moment. It's not her, and he can't quite match his fantasies to her, especially if the person he's screwing at the time ruins the fantasy by complaining about him calling out another person's name.

Eventually, Bo finds more satisfaction in his own hands than in another random person's bed. Being with someone else isn't the same as bantering with Barbie. There's a tension in the air whenever they're together that is irresistible to him. Her eyes are always full of fire, and he can't help but be drawn to them. She knows she is weaker than him, but she makes up for it in being clever, and she refuses to let him or anyone else break her strong spirit. It's hard not to admire her for that.

There's also this itch Bo feels when he sees how surprisingly gentle Barbie is with her family. He spies on her and catches these candid moments. Although Barbie is prickly with most everyone, for her family she has another side, a protective and even sweet side. It's rare and precious, only for a select few, and she'll fight tooth and nail to keep them safe.

Barbie knows who she is and what she wants. She won't let anyone stop her. She is fierce and will fight the entire world. Yet, when she loves someone, she can show such a tenderness that Bo can't help but want for himself.

Bo wants that side of Barbie. He wants all sides of her. His obsession drives him to the point that eventually he'll be willing to submit himself to someone else for the first time ever. She's the first person he's ever truly loved. He wants so, so much more than just to conquer her in bed. He wants her everything... and he wants a future with her where he can get to experience every side of her that she keeps hidden from the world.

Barbie unlocks Bo's breeding kink. He never wanted kids before, knowing they'd be messed up mutants like him. His life was shit and he had no intention of creating more pups like him to be forced into a life of blood and violence.

But the idea of pups with those beautiful eyes full of fire like Barbie's... Bo can't help but want that. He wants that soft domestic life that Barbie gets to experience with her family, only with him and their children. The two of them are strong, so their pups would be strong as well.

The pups could also grow up knowing softness as well. They could know... love.

Bo could finally know love.

That love Barbie shows her family... Bo wants that. He wants that so badly, but even more. He wants to be the only one she truly needs. He wants her to obsess over him, desire him, be willing to destroy the world for him. He loves her so much that he'll do anything to get her love... even if it makes him do the unforgivable - be weak and submit to someone else of his own volition.

For the first time... Bo allows himself to dream of the future, of the family that he always wanted when he was that weak little puppy who was naïve and innocent... who still didn't yet know why he was created or what the world was really like.

Of course... Bo will be having a difficult time accomplishing his dream while constantly being at odds with Barbie. Her stubbornness and fierce determination draw him in, but also keep him at arm's length. He's got quite the uphill battle ahead of him.

Though, not quite as much as the version of the Mafia AU where Barbie is a singer. Really, that'd be quite interesting if they were flirting and sparks were flying before things become complicated when Alice suddenly gets inducted to the Blouin family...

Hmm... You know I wonder if I could blend the two together...

But that's for another post. I hope you enjoyed this spicy Bo-centric ramble about a very scarred dog that hides just how desperate he is for love behind a mask of violence and arrogance.

#Sunny Day Jack #DachaBo #Aphrodesia #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Mafia AU

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angxlyxn · 4 years ago

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pet - dabi x f. reader

summary: Dabi is intent on showing everyone just who you belong to.

warnings: NONCON, light smut, obsessive behavior, burning/branding, captivity, talk about body weight/appearance, emotional and physical abuse, suicidal/dark thoughts

a/n: hello lovelies! this is actually my first requested piece on this account, and was sent in by the lovely @hotwings0203 <33. i’m sorry that it’s not some of my best work, because i wasn’t entirely sure how to approach writing for someone like Dabi, but i tried my best! thank you so much for requesting this love, it was so fun to write and i hope you enjoy it anyways!

wc: ~2.8k

“Hey, dollface.”

You jolted up at the sound of the harsh voice, the gruffness of it scratching against your ears and causing you to cringe a bit.

“Look at me, won’t you mousey?” He called again. You hesitantly shifted in your spot, turning to face Dabi with a blank expression on your face. You made an effort to show as little emotion as possible, flattening out your features and trying not to give him an opportunity to take advantage of your natural timidity.

“Come ‘ere,” he said simply, a bit of bile catching in your throat as he jerked his fingers towards himself, the motion reminiscent of an owner calling an unruly pet to his side. You carefully walked up to him, each step sending a series of prickles through your toes, the soft skin on your feet feeling as though it was being punctured by a bunch of needles.

He held a palm up just as you reached him, signaling you to stop and wait for his next command. Like a pet. He smirked a bit at your obedience, dropping his hand lazily onto his lap and leaning back into his chair, legs widening and posture relaxing as his cerulean eyes drank in your stilled body.

“Hm..You’re getting too thin, angelface.” His calloused hand shot out, grazing your stomach and pressing into your hip bone. “You’re all skin and bone,” he said with a little too much glee.

You couldn’t deny his remarks. You had been here for so, so long, and taking care of you wasn’t exactly Dabi’s first priority. The sickly way that your shoulder bones were pushing through your skin and the torn babydoll covering your body attested to that. The nightgown that so sparsely covered you wasn’t even yours, in fact, but one that Dabi had mysteriously obtained from a house that he definitely did not burn down.

“Come,” he said simply, resting a hand down on his lap. It was not a suggestion, but a command. You shamefully lowered your eyes, obediently following his directions and sitting upon his knees in a less than graceful fashion. Your back was fully upright, form tense and rigid in the uncomfortable position. Dabi, however, was not a fan of your reluctance, and suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you backwards into his chest and grazing the top of your head with his scarred chin. You fell into him, limp and powerless against his vice-like grip on your torso, feeling much like a ragdoll as you rested your body against his.

A laugh bubbled out of Dabi’s lips as he held you. “Really, look at your ribs!” He said, snatching up the hem of the gown and pulling it up to your chest. You flinched at the exposure, still not fully accustomed to the fact that he could do that to you, that he could do anything to you. His hand moved down to your lower half, pressing into your hip bone uncomfortably and toying with it in a disgusting manner. Still his fingers fell lower, gripping your inner thigh and grazing over your clothed heat, an involuntary shiver erupting across your legs as he did so.

“Little whore,” he chuckled lightly. He finally released your dress, letting it settle back over your legs and he pulled his other hand away from where it was laying tantalizingly upon your creamy thigh. You let out a breath that you were holding in as he did so, glad to be free from his teasing touches. His fingers settled in your hair, petting it lightly, although his gentle massaging provided you with little comfort. Instead, they just felt patronizing.

Your body jolted as he fastened his fingers on your scalp, pulling harshly on your locks and flinging your chin backwards as he tugged. A gasp left your lips, followed by a light whimper as you moved to try and resist him, body squirming and fingers pulling against his arms pathetically. “Now tell me,” he spoke as you struggled. “Why aren’t I enough for you?” You looked at him, confused, your body stilling despite his burning grip on your hair.

“W-What?”

“I see how you act around crusty over there,” he said, nodding to the door that led out of his bedroom. You assumed that he was talking about Shigaraki, the nickname seeming too cruel for the man, who had been at least more civil to you than Dabi ever was. “You basically whore yourself out to him and the other guys whenever I allow you to talk to ‘em. Fucking beggar.”

“I don’t k-know what you mea-”

“God, really? It’s bad enough that you’re a slut, but turns out you’re stupid too,” He said, seething. “The way you talk to them, like you’re begging for them to fuck you. The way you let your dress ride up on your legs when you sit near them. I see it all, dolly.” You cringed once more at the nickname. You thought about his accusations, trying to look for a way out of this situation, preferably one where you don’t end up with burn marks all over your neck. Survival instincts kicked in as you softened your body, turning your brows up slightly and pouting a bit. You looked like a child, or maybe a lost puppy. Exactly what Dabi liked.

“I’d never give myself to anyone b-but you,” you said, slurring your words and stuttering purposefully.

“Mm..” Dabi hummed. “Really pet?”

You shook your head affirmatively, swallowing down the bile that had made its home in your throat. He looked down upon you, his eyes gleaming contentedly, cerulean orbs penetrating the dim light of the room.

“Prove it.”

Your eyes widened a bit, pupils dilating as a smirk stretched across his cruel face.

“Down.” His eyes flicked to the floor, gazing upon the cold cement that lay beneath his planted feet. His grip on your hair released as you moved to get up, legs shaking as you lowered yourself before him, kneeling on the icy floor.

“You know what to do now, don’t you pet?” You gulped heavily at his words, letting your eyes drift to the sickening bulge in his pants. Trembling hands reached out and undid his belt, your fingers fumbling awkwardly with the buckle as you did so.

“Good.” You watched with bated breath as he slid his pants button out of its hole and unzipped his pants. He reached into his boxers next, freeing his cock and looking down at you expectantly.

You reached your hands out once more, this time taking hold of his throbbing member. Your fingers grew slick with a bit of precum, delicate digits tracing it down his shaft as you massaged it. Dabi’s head fell back as you finally took his dick into your mouth and maneuvered yourself closer to him, just as you knew he would want. Your tongue glided over it, caressing the veins that sat on his length as you licked up and down his cock. He let out a sinful groan, letting his hand wander to your hair and grabbing your locks back up between his calloused digits.

“Hnnn...Little whore, that’s right…” He murmured, looking down on you with a piercing gaze. “Getting..close,” he said, and you took this as your sign to up your already strenuous pace. You nursed him to his climax, cringing as he finally peaked, a moan tumbling involuntarily from your lips as he began to shake. He emptied his load into your mouth, ribbons of white painting your throat like a canvas. A gasp left you as he pushed you back, causing you to scrape your hands against the floor beneath you as you caught yourself, seed dribbling down your chin and falling onto the silken fabric of your nightdress. He stared you down, catching his breath as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Swallow.” The word came out breathy and depraved. Your eyes widened a bit. You never got used to this part, despising the taste of the salty streams that always coated your mouth after your sessions. Cringing, you willfully gulped down and licked the area around your lips, gazing up at him with watery eyes, just as you knew he liked.

Dabi looked down at your disheveled state, eyes roaming over your body and brows downturning in fake pity. He reached his hand out, gliding his finger beneath your lash line and gleaning the tears that had gathered there. “Poor little slut…” He drew his tear-coated finger from your face, lifting it to his mouth and running his tongue along the wet digit. He rubbed his hand against his charcoal colored pants before standing up, purposefully stepping over your vulnerable form and accidentally clamping the sole of his shoe down on your locks, which were splayed across the chilled floor of the room.

You whimper in pain, the tug on your hair adding to your already aching headache. He gazed back down at you, mockery swirling within his cruel eyes. “I’m sorry angel, did that hurt?” He pouted down at you. His words were far too enunciated, making you feel like a child as you laid helplessly. “Here, let me help you up.” Dabi reached his arm out for you to grab, intertwining his long fingers with your quivering hand.

He pulled up on your arm, dragging you upwards from the floor. Just as you thought the whole ordeal was over, you felt a searing pain spread through your hand. You tried your hardest to tug away from the man, who was now wearing a sickening grin on his face as the familiar burn of his flames licked across your palm. “Agh!” You screamed in anguish as you writhed around. “Stop it! STOP! PLEASE!” He doesn’t cease his torture, instead just looking on as the flames began to dance up your arm.

Before you can even try to beg him again, he begins to speak, voice uncharacteristically soft. “Oh dollface, you know I can’t stop. I got to prove to everyone that you’re my favorite little plaything. My little doll.” You looked at him in complete horror and began to scream, your full body convulsing at the sheer pain that he was inflicting on you. You watched him out of the corner of your tear-brimmed eyes as his eyes widened at your thrashing form. The pain suddenly lessened as his grip on your hand let up, but your arm was still throbbing. You were certain that it was going to scar.

Looking down, you realized that the burn had managed to form some sort of spiral pattern around your arm, the burn marks looking almost akin to vines. Sliding down the wall and cradling your injured arm, you sobbed to yourself, not even taking notice as Dabi left the room. Your only focus was on your limp limb, and the horribly apparent scars that now covered it.

Dabi shut the door behind him, clicking the lock into place and leaning against it for support. His head was spinning, thoughts mingling and grating against the expanse of his mind. For some reason, seeing you so utterly despaired and broken after he burned you had pained him. He tried vainly to push that thought from his mind, the very notion of empathy so foreign to him that it disgusted him, that it repulsed him to his very core. Before he knew it, his mind had wandered over to his childhood, to the many tortuous years that he had long sought to forget. He remembered the cruel way that Enji had conducted himself around his mother, the way that he would shove her around and condescend her without a care in the world. He shook the thoughts off quickly, pushing away the guilt that was slowly climbing through his stomach and threatening to suffocate him if he spent too much time thinking about it. Before long, that shit eating grin he always seemed to wear returned to his face. He thought about the marks he had given you, the expanse of charred skin that now covered your boney arms. Now everyone knew that you belonged to him, as they should. You were his property, and others should know not to touch what belongs to him, what is rightfully his. And you were just this.

You jolted up from your position at the click of a door, dropping your arm which you were previously nursing. You backed away from his looming form as he entered the room, shutting your eyes tightly and clutching your arms to close to your chest. You felt Dabi’s presence before you as he crouched down to your level, slowly reaching out for your singed arm. You whimper as you sensed him growing closer, your eyes quietly cracking open and falling on his larger frame. You braced for his touch, drawing into yourself and shielding your face with your hands as he approached you, waiting for a strike or another flame against your milky skin. All you felt, however, was a benign grasp on your burnt arm. You hissed in pain, trying desperately to pull it back, but his hold on you wasn’t letting up, not even slightly.

“Please..let go of me. Just.. even killing me would be more merciful than this. Dabi, at this point...” You whimpered out pathetically, stopping short as the tears pooling in your eyes betrayed you and began to stream down your reddened cheeks, the trickles of tears a testament to how truly afraid you were. His sudden change in demeanor had only seemed to scare you more, uncharacteristically kind eyes boring into your own.

“You know doll, I’ve done so much to get and keep you here. Do you really think I’m going to let you go that easily? Honestly? I didn’t think you were that dumb.” You cringed at his pointed words. “Hmm.. I don’t plan on letting go of you for...however long you live, I suppose,” he finished, punctuating the threatening sentence with a chuckle. You didn’t dare say anything else as he dropped your wrist, charred arm falling into your lap. Dabi lifts his head to meet yours, sapphire gaze piercing through you. He kept eye contact as he grasped your singed arm, bringing your heavy hand to his mouth and pressing a few chaste kisses against your sensitive knuckles.

You gathered your wits and courage as you averted your eyes from him. “Why are you doing this? You’re never..like this.” He just stares at you, standing himself up and backing away from your form.

A few chuckles fall from his lips, the grating sound swiftly turning into full blown laughter as he wrapped his scarred arms around his chest. “I forgot how much I loved that fearful look in your eyes. The way you stare at me like I hold your life in my hands. It’s so..satisfying. But you know, I’ve still got to be nice to my doll every once in a while. Can’t have my little toy breaking, now can I?” You looked up at him, horrified at his condescending words. “Now, I wish I could stay, but I’ve gotta go.” Your eyes glistened as he began to stride away from you, calling back to you over his shoulder. “More heroes to kill and chaos to create, you know the drill. I’ll see you later babe. Be good for me,” he smirked. And with that, he left you alone again, locking the door behind him as he paced out of the room as though nothing had even happened.

Once you were certain that he was gone, you let yourself go. Tears poured down the apples of your cheeks and you muttered out a silent prayer, hoping that someone, anyone would hear you and free you from this horrendous place. You weeped until you tired yourself out, eventually letting yourself fall asleep. All you hoped for as you fell into your slumber was that it would be your last rest, and that soon it would be the salvation of death that would be taking you, rather than the cold embrace of sleep. Anything would be better than staying here another day, and if dying was what it took to leave, you didn’t care. You just needed to get out.

You refused to be just a mouse caught in Dabi’s trap. But deep down, you knew that might be exactly what you will remain as, for the rest of your miserable days. An animal. A toy.

A pet.

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lov3nerdstuff · 5 years ago

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I Found {Part 8}

*Loki x reader*

Part: 8/8

Words: 3.6k

Summary: Loki finds himself stranded in Underworld, a kingdom hidden deep inside a desolate planet. In order to survive, he puts himself in the service of the tyrant king, who promises to give Loki his freedom back if he fulfills one simple task. Loki is to set out and bring the mad king his newest toy: You.

~A dangerous forbidden love. Abduction. Slavery. Tortured conscience. A mad tyrant... Escape?~

Request: A song fic based on 'I found' by Amber Run, requested by @strawberrysandcream

A.N.: So... This is the last part 😊 I hope you guys enjoyed the series and the idea I tried to follow with this! Let me warn you: there's blood in this! But also flufff 😁💚

All Parts can be found on my Masterlist!

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It was early evening when Loki was yet again summoned to the throne hall. He followed the guards through the many tunnels in a feigned calm, already hearing the loud noises from the feast echoing through the entire palace. The occasion itself wasn't making him nervous, and neither was the prospect of murdering the king within the next two hours… but ever since he'd had to let you go to get cleaned up and ready for your presenting, he'd felt on edge.

Now, as he walked into the hall with his usual long, elegant strides, he found it beyond crowded for once. Long rows of tables, people everywhere, food and drinks in the plenty… and Loki was led to a seat right in the front, in close reach of the king's high throne. Maybe all this would work out indeed, maybe luck would for once be in his favor...

He sat down in silence, and closely observed the people around himself in cold evaluation. Along with him in the front sat a few higher councilmen, and some people he had seen around but never really bothered to get to know. Yet what really interested him was the current absence of the king. Wasn't this supposed to be his feast? Loki also didn't see you anywhere, and that was way more concerning than the king's absence.

The people around him were merrily eating, drinking, laughing… it reminded him of the feasts Odin had held back in Asgard. He'd never enjoyed those much, and he certainly didn't enjoy himself right now. His lips were set into a grim line as his eyes searched the faces around himself, the guards and staff… he couldn't fathom how they would react to what was about to happen.

At last, finally, the king entered the hall with hurried steps as he moved towards his throne, and the room fell silent in an instant. People bowed their heads, and Loki followed the example easily, but with disgust. He'd only need to play his part for a little while longer… then it would all be over for good.

"My dear guests!" The king called into the hall, croaky voice more cheery than Loki had ever heard him speak before. He really must want you then… the thought disgusted Loki even more, and he smiled to hide the movements of his jaw clenching.

"I welcome everyone to tonight's feast! As I see, the food and wine have already fallen into appreciating hands, and I will not keep you from their joys for much longer, but I believe we owe this feast an occasion!" He laughed, and quite a couple men along with him. Loki didn't really believe that these people would need any reason to get drunk and whore around, but he obviously stayed quiet and observed the king as he walked up the few stairs towards his throne and slumped down with a groan.

"We are here to celebrate the newest toy in my collection, who will as of tonight become not only my personal chamber companion, but also every woman's idol in her devoted selflessness." He said in a heavy but pleased sigh, then clapped his hands. "Bring her in!"

Loki's eyes snapped towards the door that was pushed open at the side of the hall, and he watched how you were led into the room by two guards and a calmly smiling Agatha behind you. You'd been forced into wearing a tiny piece of black fabric that barely served to cover the very necessities from the guests' yearning eyes. Loki surely hoped that you had managed to sneak the dagger into the folds of the thin fabric.

The guards led you to stand right on front of the stairs leading to the throne, and thus to stand only a few feet away from Loki.

You were looking down to the ground, your face calm and peaceful as you stood straight with an impeccable posture. Had you been this good at the act before? Loki suppressed both a frown and the urge to stare at you like a protective, lovesick puppy. If his gaze would've met yours, he feared that his eyes might have betrayed him and given away just how deeply his affection for you was rooted within his being.

Instead he looked back at the king, who took up the word once more while ogling you with a hungry stare. "My, you are beautiful, my sweet… sinfully perfect. What is your name, girl?"

"Y/n, your highness." You replied calmly, not lifting your gaze off the stairs in front of you.

"Tell me, Y/n… Have you been taught and instructed in the arts of pleasing?" He continued to ask with a self sufficient smirk, and Loki bit his tongue to keep every other muscle in his body relaxed, to not reveal himself or even worse, you.

"Yes, my lord." You nodded once, calm and compliant, and if Loki hadn't known any better, he truly would have believed that you had fallen into submissiveness. The thought was uncomfortable, to say the least.

"Have you improved, since your reported failure? With the help of Loki?"

"Yes, my lord."

"And do you wish to be put into my services now, pet?"

"It would be my honor, and my privilege. My king… I could not imagine a greater joy." The words came from you so easily that Loki seriously wondered where all of this calm and braveness was coming from now. Only a few hours prior, you had been severely doubting your abilities to put on this act… and now it seemed like you were no less capable of it than Loki himself. He felt beyond proud, and just as certain that you could do this as he had been all along. But no less better about you having to do this in the first place.

"My, such a willing pet…" The king mused happily and his eyes snapped from you to Loki. "I must say, I am impressed with your work, god of tricks. You truly seem to have turned this stubborn little minx into a compliant, submissive plaything."

Loki smiled his most dashing smile and held his arms up in a flattered shrug as he rose to his feet, taking a few steps to stand next to you just below the throne. "Well, your majesty, I would spare no efforts to see my tasks done to your fullest contentment only."

The king gave the guards a knowing, commanding nod before mere moments later, they dragged a middle aged man sitting close to the front to his feet, and out of the room despite his heavy and foremost noisy protests. Well, that was (or rather had been) the head of council.

"It seems to me that your reward is in order, my friend." The king grinned, showing off his tiny, broken teeth. "You have fulfilled every task put upon you to my contentment, and even exceeded my expectations. Thus I shall reward you, Loki of Asgard, with the position of the head of my council. However this power I am only willing to put upon you since I don't want any of the remaining carrion in my council to occupy this position."

The smile that came upon Loki's face was real this time… things were working out exactly as he had plotted, and exactly as he had explained to you. "I shall accept this honor, my king, with the most humble thanks to your generosity."

"Then so be it!" He declared grandiloquently, voice echoing over the quiet chatter in the audience to have them all fall silent once more. "I hereby declare you chairman and head of the king's council of Underworld."

With a humbled bow, Loki took small steps backwards until he could sit down on his designated spot at the table once more. People started congratulating him immediately, but he only nodded politely as his eyes remained fixed on the king. That had been step two of the plan, now you would need to continue on with part three while all Loki could do was watch until it would be his turn again.

"Now, this is still a presentation after all! A show both for me and the kingdom." The king stated loudly, and the room fell silent once more as if in guilty impatience for the time they would finally get to eat on. "Come, pet, and show to me what you have learned."

Loki's stomach flipped and his heart picked up speed as he watched your hands tremble ever so slightly for a mere second, then you took a deep breath in the completely silent room and your shaking subsided. With a certain yet slow saunter you took the steps upwards to the throne, keeping your back straight and your gaze on the ground right until your stood directly in front of the king.

Luckily the man's eyes were entirely fixed on yours from the very moment you looked at him, and Loki's hands balled into fists under the table until his knuckles turned white and the skin felt like tearing. The entire room was mesmerized by the scene unfolding in the front, and one could have heard a pin dropping. Only the low, pleased humming of the king could be heard as you slowly traced a hand from his right temple down to his neck. Just like you had practiced… Loki could almost feel the memory of your hands on his own skin, and watching it happening in front of him now made his blood boil and his stomach feel beyond twisted. But he also couldn't bring himself to look away, couldn't avert his eyes even if he tried.

Your fingers caressed the tyrant's neck for a moment, then you pulled him closer only a tiny bit as you followed every step of your practiced procedure. With you looming over him, your face way too close while still at a safe distance, he was completely drawn in, deeply mesmerized and unable to focus on anything but you.

Honestly, Loki could blame the king for a great lot of things, but not for falling under your spell… for he knew all too well how utterly impossible it was to refrain from that. And oh, you did act your part well… Loki almost felt jealous, had he not reminded himself that partially at least, you were doing all this for Loki himself.

Then however he was drawn out of his thoughts by the quickest movement he had ever (almost) seen, as you drew the dagger he had given you out of the dainty fabric at your side, right over your ribcage, and stabbed the sharp metal right into where the king's pulsepoint must lie. Very few screams and gasps could be heard in the audience, as not everyone had caught on to what had happened just yet. And despite having known what would happen, Loki found himself surprised by the sheer brutality of the action, and at the same time… infinitesimally drawn to you. Amazed, he watched how the king's eyes widened in shock as blood spluttered out of the wound, and how you still moved to cut his throat nonetheless in such a calm collectedness that Loki shuddered involuntarily. Well, if that wasn't attractive…

Surprise had numbed everyone in the hall for a moment, given you enough time to finish your work, but as the seconds, the heartbeats passed, and you moved off the throne and away from the king's dead body, the guards finally jumped into action while the folk broke out into hysterical screaming.

Your gaze met Loki's in an instant, and he could've sworn that your eyes sparkled even more than they had previously. The small smirk you gave him only added to that, and his entire system was ablaze in the most positive way as he jumped to his feet to meet you in front of the throne.

"By the gods, that was beyond alluring…" He smirked at you as he wrapped an arm around your waist in a gesture of utter protectiveness. Maybe even a little possessiveness. Yeah, definitely that too.

"Why thank you." You grinned back, trying to wipe off some of the blood on your hands and arms on your poor excuse of a dress. "I must say, it was more fun than I had imagined."

"You are absolutely irresistible, Y/n. I cannot wait to spend the rest of eternity with you." He sighed softly, before turning to the approaching guards and piercing them with small blades of ice at once. The guards that had followed behind them stopped dead in their tracks, looking at Loki in surprise and most definitely fear.

"People of Underworld…" Loki started, in his most official sounding voice. "We bring to you the chance of revolution! The king is dead, and so will be everyone who tries to refuse my order. I am representative of the highest authority you have, and it now falls onto me to rule over you."

As of yet, people actually seemed to listen to what he was saying and nobody was trying to arrest or murder him. That was an improvement to previous attempts to take over a kingdom that wasn't his to rule.

"Go on… you're doing great." You whispered to him with a small smile, and Loki couldn't help but grin as he spoke on.

"I cannot possibly make up for the many wrongs he has done to this kingdom and its people. And I realize that I am not one of your kind, and have not been living here for long. But I do assure you that I am very much capable of putting an end to every attempt to re-establish this form of tyranny. I will also not hesitate to end anyone who wishes to stay loyal to your just passed king, and join him in death rather than work to improve the life of everyone in your realm. I give you the choice now."

For a moment everything was quiet, just as quiet as it had previously been, before one by one the people started bowing slowly. From the councilmen to the guards to the ordinary folk… everyone was bowing to Loki and thus also to you, who still stood next to him with your fingers intertwined with his own.

And it didn't even come as a surprise to Loki anymore, that he enjoyed the feeling of having your unconditional trust and unyielding loyalty way more than having a kingdom to rule. He didn't need people to bow before him… He only needed you, to trust and love him, and for him to worship and love you in return.

"I have exactly two orders to make, as the ruler of this kingdom. One, I wish for someone knowledgeable to show Y/n and me to the surface of the planet, safely. And secondly… I will impose onto my dearest Agatha the task to set up a new government for this place. And while I will be gone soon, I will most definitely hear of the outcome of it." He spoke calmly and with certainty, grinning at Agatha who rolled his eyes at him with a smile. Then he moved on to be a bit more precise in what he meant. "Now for everyone who's not as eloquently gifted: if anyone disobeys the old bat, I will come back with the entire Asgardian army to do to you EXACTLY what my lovely Y/n just did to the man on the throne. I believe you understand that, given the previous visuals."

People all around the room nodded both in fear and in actual appreciation as the chattering and nervous mumbling continued once he didn't speak on. Loki however only had eyes for you, as you gave his hand a little squeeze.

"We did it. We actually did it." You smiled brightly, a short moment before wrapping your arms tightly around Loki.

He held onto you just as desperately, as he relished the feeling of having you all to himself at last, without guards or secrecy or anything that could come in between you. "YOU did it, my love… you were amazing."

"And so were you! I honestly think everyone is scared of us now… but in a good way, I think." You said quietly, holding tightly onto the fabric of his shirt on his back.

"Yeah… we murdered their king, that doesn't really leave a good impression. And that is exactly why we should not rule. Gaining power this way almost always leads to misery and definitely always to inevitable failure." He mused, drawing patterns on the soft skin of your back. "Do you still wish to come back to my world with me? To my brother's kingdom?"

"Of course! I love you, Loki, I don't want to be anywhere you're not." You replied immediately, easily but with the frown well audible in your tone.

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but smile. "I love you too… even though I'm still trying to figure out what exactly that means."

"We'll figure it out together. Happily, and far away from this living hell. It's never been much of a home to me anyway. You are though... My home..."

"And you are mine, love. Now, let's find someone who can show us to the surface."

Firstly however Loki conjured up something warmer for you to wear, and while you changed, he went to speak to Agatha, who already found herself surrounded by confused guards awaiting new orders. She was handling them quite well, he thought with amusement, and the king's body was kindly removed from the hall, while the people simply continued with their feast. That truly was the spirit of Underworld… a place Loki couldn't quite bring himself to miss in the future.

"You!" Agatha frowned at Loki, but couldn't really convey the anger she was trying to portray. "You created this mess, and now you leave it up to me to clean up after you!"

"Well, it seems you are doing great already!" He smiled at her innocently as you returned to his side, taking his hand once more as if to make sure he wouldn't leave your side ever again. He had no intention to.

"Careful! I'm old, but bright enough for you to put me into power." Agatha warned him with the same deep frown, but couldn't help smiling a moment later. "Your mother wouldn't necessarily have been proud of your ways, but certainly of your intentions. And definitely of your results."

"That's good enough for me." Loki smirked, glancing down at you for a moment, then back up at Agatha. "Thank you, for your help."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Agatha shrugged with a mischievous expression, then smiled once more. "Have that seer of yours check on us from time to time. Wouldn't want to risk another misled government."

"I can assure you, we will keep an eye on you." Loki smiled back, beyond certain that Underworld would become a better place from now on.

A little while later, after you'd said your very few goodbyes, a small group of guards led Loki and you towards the surface. It was a rather long journey, and certainly as confusing in its variety of paths as it could be, but it would be worth it, after all.

"I cannot wait to see the sky again…" Loki sighed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"I've never actually…" You shrugged in the same quiet as your words trailed off into silence.

"You haven't ever seen the sky?" He wondered in sincere surprise, but then it dawned on him that the king probably hadn't allowed anyone to come to the surface but the guards for their occasional pickup of stranded people, like Loki had been. "Well, let me tell you, it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen."

You returned a smile, and Loki knew that you would love the sky just as much as he did. After the longest march, you finally arrived at the surface with its whipping winds of actual fresh air, and Loki felt like he had been starved of deep breaths. He thanked the guards, and at last stepped out of the tunnels together with you. And while you admired the millions of stars in the nightsky in utter amazement, Loki only had eyes for you. Yes, you were better than the sky. Better than the stars, than fresh air, than freedom. And definitely better than any kingdom could ever be.

Once you finally were able to tear your eyes away from the sky to look at Loki, he was smiling at you in all the adoration he didn't bother to hide anymore.

"What?" You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile of your own, pulling him closer.

"I'm afraid I cannot give you a glorious kingdom where we are going." He replied with a half smile, pulling you closer by your hips. There was no reality, no version of time and space in which he would ever let you go again.

"I'll be just fine wherever you are. Don't worry so much, Loki… I'm quite content with the multitudes that exist solemnly in our minds." You smirked at him, and Loki couldn't help but grin back. Yeah, you two would definitely mess up New Asgard. Quite possibly Earth in its entirety. And he literally couldn't wait.

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