#dark!thor x innocent!reader

[worksxofxmyxmind]

Steve Rogers is the werewolf Bucky Barnes is the orc Thor is the dragon. And Loki is the werewolf.

Monster bfs and their reaction to you getting hurt by little inconsequential things that you react to in pain at first but then they wildly overexaggerate.

Werewolf bf would hear you whimper and come running to find you. He sees you have a splinter and he’s whining and whimpering at the irritated skin on your finger. With his claws he carefully gets it out of you before licking it and nuzzling into your palm. Before you can even argue he’s saying you’re too hurt to do anything else today and brings you into the bed for cuddles.

Vampire bf smells you before he hears you cry out in pain. In a flash he’s by your side, eyes wild as he looks over you. When he sees the small cut on your leg his heart lurches, even when you say it looks worse than it is. He falls to his knees before you, his mind a cloud of worry and hunger. He laps at your cut, slowly licking the wound to reveal it in its entirety. Despite the way his veins hum with the taste of your blood his love for you is more pressing and so he runs to grab your frequently used roll of gauze and patches you up.

Dragon bf has loved having you in his cave and among his hoard. You’re his most treasured possession after all so there is no where else that you belong except by his side. But when you stumble and slide down a mountain of gold, hitting your head on an old crown, your bf cares no longer for any of his treasures besides you. Despite your protests he moves all of his treasure to the back of the cave before filling the rest of it with the fluffiest pillows and the softest blankets. Making sure that if you ever fall again it will only be met with comfort.

Orc bf who always displayed his weapon collection with pride. But he comes rushing over as soon as he hears you yelp, only to discover you ended up pricking yourself on the sharp spikes of one of his clubs. You try to assure him that you’re fine and it just surprised you. But when you come home the next day you see them nowhere to be found. Ready to give your bf a firm talking to, he directs your gaze upwards where he’s displayed his weapons much higher up now to not risk you getting hurt. He stubbornly refuses to move them back down when you talk to him and there’s no way you can reach or even carry them to put them back. Your orc bf explains that it’s worth them being harder to see so long as you’re safe.

God, there are so many more I could do but I didn’t want to make this too long.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

snow white

kinktober, day fifteen

a/n: i really wanted to play around with a fairytale this kinktober season and i came up with maybe too many ideas for a bunch of different ones, but this one just stuck with me for months, so i had to go with this one.

summary: that was often how it was with your seven miners. In certain moments, they just became something else, something entirely different and much more ethereal than seven mortal men, but instead fused together into a sea of love that they let you float in. 

warnings: snow white!reader x various, dark!prince!billy russo, miners!steve rogers, bucky barnes, thor odinson, miguel o'hara, marc spector, matt murdock, frank castle, dark content, smut, fairytale retelling, innocent!reader, references to loss of virginity, arranged engagement, assassination attempt, violence, poison apple, kidnapping, somno, polyamory, reverse harem, time jump (for domestic and slutty purposes), kissing, fingering, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, oral, handjob, squirting, multiple orgasms, gangbang, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, unprotected sex, creampie, dark ending

word count: 6746

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Once upon a time, there lived a princess. 

You, to be exact. 

However, your day-to-day life, that wasn’t a part of you that one could define as something very regal, not lately, not since your father had died and left you in the hands of his late wife, a vain woman he had only married a short time prior to his passing. 

There wasn’t much you were allowed to do any longer as your stepmother was perhaps a bit too overprotective of you in her own cold way, even though many of the chores the sea of servants that buzzed within the castle took care of, that for some reason wasn’t off limits to you, if not encouraged by the queen. 

But it was all out of love, wasn’t it? 

“Oh, there you are!” your gaze fluttered up to find the prim and familiar figure stalking towards you in the gardens, “what in the world are you doing out by this ghastly old well?”

“Prince William,” you stiffened up slightly at his presence and swiftly did a curtsy, “w-what are you doing here?” 

“Ah, come on, Snow,” his palm brushed against the edge of the stone well, briefly cleaning it a bit before he leaned against it, “how many times do I have to tell you to call me Billy?” 

“Your Highness,” you swallowed nervously, “I’m just not sure that would be completely appropriate. You deserve to be paid with the utmost respect.” 

“Oh, I agree,” a sly smirk slithered across his chiselled features, “though, I do think my fiancé should be allowed just a little leniency.” 

“Oh,” you put on a smile for the royal, “you got engaged? Congratulations! Is it to someone I know?” 

“I’d sure hope so,” he grinned, and the next words that rolled off his tongue caused your face to drop, “it’s you.”

Blinking back at him, you couldn’t help but flinch as he stepped to get closer to you.

“…excuse me?” you breathed, your hand fluttering up to the neckline of your modest gown as you felt your heart begin to hammer in your chest.

“We’re to be married,” he caught your hand and kept on smiling, “I just sorted the last of the details out with your mother a few moments ago.” 

“Stepmother,” you corrected him hazily before uttering, “I–… how come I didn’t know about any of this? Why didn’t anyone think to ask me what I wanted?” 

Billy’s face then scrunched up at your question, as if it was the strangest of reactions to have at such news, “well you know now.” 

“That’s–,” you stared back at him, your eyes wide and horrified before you ripped your arm back out of his hold, “no.”

“What?” 

“No, I don’t wanna marry you,” the words flowed out of your lungs. 

But to your astonishment, the prince of the neighbouring kingdom then only chuckled, “what do you mean you don’t want to marry me? Of course you do, everyone does.”

“Well, I don’t.” 

Slowly, he seized your arm in a bruising grip before inching closer to you and leaning down to sternly whisper in your ear, “you better get rid of this attitude before you become my wife.”

The following week when the queen suggested that you go for a walk through the nearby woods, an activity you’d formerly thought to be banned as all your previous pleas throughout the years had failed, you nearly stumbled as you rushed to accept the opportunity. 

Where this newfound kindness had come from that you had no clue of, though you weren’t going to argue now as the chains around you slowly began to slacken. 

The queen’s protective nature for you stayed fast however when she sent a guard to accompany you, though one you’d never encountered before as you spent so much time in the castle that you knew all of the others by name. Perhaps he was just new? 

Though when you eventually came upon a clearing and you decided to take a small break in that peaceful and serene glen, it all changed so quickly that you nearly got whiplash. 

One moment, you were grinning up at the treetops, whistling back to the birds building a nest up there, and the next, the guard shadowing you had raised a dagger up high and lunged it down upon you. Thankfully, luck was for once on your side and you managed to twist just enough for it to miss your sternum and instead slice through your sleeve and cut your shoulder. 

When you tried to run, a shrill scream erupting your frame, the knight caught your arm before you could manage to escape.

Though just as all hope seemed lost, when the dappled sunlight caught and reflected in the shiny blade as he rose it back up high, it never pierced your heart as a pickaxe instead suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, flying through the air and lodging itself right above the guard’s brow. 

He stayed standing for a second, blood trickling down his face, before the warrior’s body fell backwards and collapsed on the forest floor. 

Your frame shook like a leaf on the wind as you stood there, eyes wide with horror, watching his brain leak and stain the moss below your feet. 

“Are you alright, my lady?” a deep voice called from behind you, though it still took you a moment before you were able to rip yourself out of your petrified state. 

As you slowly twisted around, you saw seven men standing at the edge of the clearing, all of them except the blonde one in the middle with a pickaxe clutched in their hands. 

“Are you hurt?” the miner missing his tool spoke again, taking a ginger step closer. 

Still reeling, unable to fathom that you nearly just lost your life, you blinked, “I–… I–…” though just continued to stand there, frozen in the middle of the storm. 

“You’re bleeding,” a dark-haired man further down the line uttered before the muddled confusion that bloomed on your horrified features caused him to gently gestured to your arm and guide your gaze down to your shoulder. 

“O-oh…” you blinked back at the gash, though still couldn’t pierce through the fog to do anything more. As your glossy eyes flickered back up to gaze at your heroes, the woods around you began to spin as you then blubbered, “you saved me… I–… I–…” before the whole forest went black and you collapsed into a pair of quick arms. 

“Wow, it’s alright,” a voice washed over you as soon as you came to, “you’re okay.”

After your eyes had found the source of the deep timbre, they then flickered around to take in the unfamiliar home you now found yourself in.

“Where am I?” you asked hesitantly as you sat up in the bed you’d been planted on. Looking around the space, it wasn’t the only one as the whole room was filled with enough sleeping arrangements for all of the strangers. 

“Don’t worry, you’re safe,” the long golden locks on the man sitting by your feet rustled slightly as he raised up both hands in a gesture of goodwill, “you’re in our home,” he informed you before his neck twisted and he shouted out the open bedroom door, “hey guys! She’s awake!”

As the rest of the men from the forest began to filter into the dormitory, your legs curled up beneath the blanket and you swiftly hugged your knees to your chest. 

“Hey, how are you feeling?” one of them asked in a careful tone. 

“I–…” you felt your heart thump in your chest as your wide eyes danced between the burly figures, “what do you–, w-why did you take me with you?” 

Taking a step forward, a dark-haired one said, “well, we couldn’t in good conscience just leave you back there and let you bleed next to your assassin,” he then tilted his head, “plus my healing supplies were all back here.” 

As you glanced down to discover your slashed sleeve cut off and missing with a bandage instead wrapped around the ghastly cut on your upper arm, you then blinked back up at the stranger and asked, “you’re a healer?”

“No, not really, I’m a miner, we all are,” he gestured to the others. 

“Yeah, we work in the mines out west on the other side of the village,” the one leaning against the doorframe shared. 

You faintly recalled the mines they spoke of, though you hadn’t been out there since you were a child, the memory however of the glimmering jewels it produced still sparkled brightly in your mind. 

“Hey, do you mind me asking,” the one standing beside the pickaxe-throwing blonde spoke, “why in the world would a royal guard want to kill you? I mean, forgive me if your looks are deceiving, but you look like just an innocent young girl.”

Averting your gaze to the quilted blanket draped over your form, you uttered, “it’s probably because my stepmother commanded him to…”

“Wow…” one of them breathed, “she has that kinda power? Then you must be, what–, some kind of lady?”

“Princess, actually,” you blinked up at them and watched as they all froze up, instantly growing so quiet that you would have been able to hear a single pin drop in the cottage, “thank you all so very much for saving me. I can’t even begin to fathom what would have happened if you hadn’t intervened.” 

“Oh, well…” the blonde one in the middle shifted slightly, visibly nervous at the discovery of who you truly were, “you’re welcome, your–, uhm, highness.”

“Please, just call me Snow. That’s what everyone does,” you waved a hand and offered him a soft smile, “what are your names?”

“Well, I’m Steve,” the one who’d thrown the pickaxe pressed his palm to his broad chest, “and that there is Bucky, Thor and Marc,” he gestured to the other miners, “and that’s Matthew, Frank and Miguel.”

“Miguel,” you spoke the name of your healer, “thank you for patching up my arm.” 

“Does it feel alright?” he glanced down at the bandage, he too clearly not having a clue how one should act around a royal, “because I could go get some herbs if you–”

“No, thank you, I think I’ll manage” you gently declined before uttering, “although, I–… what’s to happen now? I can’t just go back to the castle, I’d be dead within minutes.”

“Don’t you have anyone you trust somewhere else? Someone you could stay with?” the one named Matthew asked. 

The only person your mind managed to scrounge up was the prince you’d been unwillingly promised to, and he wasn’t just an individual you didn’t trust, but also one you feared.

“No…”

“Uh…” Marc exhaled before his glance flickered across the rest, “would you excuse us for a moment?” 

And as you offered a nod, they all filtered back out the bedroom and huddled up just outside the door, though you could still faintly catch a word or two in their discussion.

“Okay,” Steve crossed his burly arms across his chest when they all entered the room once more, “you can stay here for tonight, and then tomorrow we’ll help you come up with a plan.”

The following day, when all the miners had gone off to the mountains for the day’s work, they’d said their goodbyes before leaving you in the cottage, fully expecting you to no longer be there once they returned. 

But you didn’t leave, you couldn’t have. Where would you have run off to?

So instead, to both try and convince the entire group of you staying, yet also in a makeshift attempt at thanking them for how they’d come to your aid, you spend the day cleaning their messy abode and welcoming them home to a dining table brimming with a roasted feast, a simple comfort none of them had seen in a while. 

It had only been one of them who hadn’t instantly jumped onto the unanimous agreement to let you become a part of their household, but he swiftly received an elbow to the rib to help change his tune.

Not long passed before you soon grew close, and one night, after weeks of you experiencing a sensation you’d never even known existed, something unfamiliar that each and every one of them evoke and flooded your senses with, you finally couldn’t hold your tongue any longer as your innocence had begun to thrust you into the abyss of worry. 

You still hadn’t received a permanent sleeping arrangement even though you’d been here for a while, each one of the miners still took turns letting you borrow one of their simple beds, all of them lined up along the perimeter of the shared bedroom, and let you rest there for the night while they took the humble couch. 

So as you sat on your bed for the night and your gaze shadowed the men as finished getting ready for the night, shedding their clothing and washing up in a small basin by one of the windows, the unfamiliar feeling fluttered once more in your lower belly and drove you to part your lips and utter, “hey Miguel?” you caught the attention of the healer of the lot, “I think there might be something wrong with me…” 

Patting his damp face dry with a small rag, he brought it down upon his shoulder as he furrowed his dark brows over at you, “why would you think that?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you met his glance, “I feel strange…”

“Strange how?” he took a seat at the foot of the mattress you were curled up on, “explain it to me.”

“Well,” you began hesitantly, “ever since I got here, since I met you all, this weird feeling keeps bubbling up inside of me, like I’m about to faint or something, like I can’t think, and all I can focus on is just this odd tingling sensation almost, like–, I don’t know how to explain it, I know it sounds weird, but I swear, something’s going on, I don’t know what, but it’s weird.”

The man’s head then promptly tilted to the side and you heard him exhale, “oh, honey…” 

Your explanation also caught the attention of the rest of the miners and even conjured a small laugh in some, though Steve swiftly stepped in and barked, “hey! Shut it!” rapidly putting a holt to Bucky and Marc’s amusement. 

Placing a palm on your blanket-covered shin, Miguel then uttered gently, “I think what you’re describing isn’t something bad.”

“Are you sure?” you sat up a bit more. 

“Positive,” he nodded, trying his best to keep a straight face unlike some of the men behind him who still struggled even after getting scalded. 

“So, I’m not sick?”

“No,” he shook his head, “you’re not.”

“Your Highness,” Frank then spoke up, “have you never–, uhm, been with someone else?” 

“What do you mean?” your brows knitted together. 

“Okay, uh…” Thor sighed softly, taking your confusion as enough of an answer, “have you ever–, let’s say, kissedsomeone before?”

“Well, yeah, I’ve been kissed before,” your thoughts drifted to Prince Billy, though none of those times had stirred any sensations of this sort, “but I’ve never felt like this, not ever,” your gaze then danced between and caught each of the stares the seven miners directed at you, “what’s going on? Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Have you touched yourself while you feel like this?” your eyes suddenly grew at Bucky’s bold question, “does your little honeypot get all wet from this feeling?” and when you found yourself too stunned to conjure an answer, he went on, this time with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, “I mean, if you’d like, one of us could help you. Teach you how to make it feel better…” 

“You know how to make it better?” you blinked back at him.

“Oh yeah,” his gaze dipped a bit as his grin grew wider. 

“Do you want one of us to help you?” you then heard Steve offer. 

And as your head began to rock in a soft nod, Marc asked, “which one do you want?”

But as you stared around at all of them, you murmured, “I–… I don’t know…”

“Just pick the one that gives you the most butterflies,” Matt tried to aid your decision, “the one that makes you feel like your heart lives between your thighs.”

“…do I have to pick?” you asked quietly as you blinked around at all of them, now clustered by the small bed, “couldn’t you all just help me?”

“…you want all of us to help you?” Miguel’s head dipped slightly as he tilted forward in surprise. 

“At once?” Frank asked. 

And as you offered them a nod, they all exchanged looks, silently agreeing before Steve uttered, “alright.” 

With all of the miners surrounding the bed, they swiftly kneeled down on the floor in a half-moon around you before they began. 

Before Marc, Thor and Frank the furthest from you grabbed a hold of the blanket draped over you and began to tug it down and let it crumble below your feet, Matt and Miguel to your right gently prepared you and began to undo your confusion. 

Each of their touches were feathery in the beginning as their fingers ghosted over your frame. At first, it wasn’t even in that scandalous of places as Steve and Matt even continued to hold your hands long after the thin chemise you wore had been tugged at, the neckline pushed down to expose your boobs, heaving with every fierce breath you sucked in, and the skirts shoved up, letting the linen bunch well above your hips to uncover the place where the dizzying sensation peaked to unimaginable heights. 

When the first touch fluttered between your legs, your eyes swiftly flickered up to find Bucky and Steve’s directly to your left as the pleasure was one you’d never even thought possible. 

You rapidly melted into the bliss as lingering embarrassment faded away and you soon let them crack you open even further, folding up your legs to grant them all better access to your haven. 

Even before your eyes fluttered closed, the job of deciphering which hand belonged to who was an impossible task. Floating in the sea of touches, not a millimetre of your skin was left unexplored, and neither were your untouched holes as they all turned you so molten that at one point everyone had at least one finger warm within you at once. 

Four digits stretched out your lips and both gave your mouth something to drool around and also let your moans melt against their flesh. Three of them slipped in and worked in tandem to stretch out your virgin cunt. They’d even gotten you so relaxed that two managed to sneak a finger inside of your tight little ass, plugging you up completely.

And when the still unfamiliar high began to bubble within you and creep near, worry first began to billow out of you once more, though after some soothing sentences and an ask of trust, they carried you through the overwhelming ecstasy till you were trembling in their hands and begging them to grant you that gift one more time, like an addict, already craving that sweetness once again.  

ONE YEAR LATER

“Ah-ha-ha!” Thor’s jovial rumble was the first sign you got that any of the fellows had returned after a day at the mines, “come here, princess!” 

As he entered the cottage, arms spread out wide, he excitedly caught you in a hug and lifted you up as he swung you around till you became no more than an ethereal giggle in his hold. 

“Oh, no,” you complained light-heartedly through your laugh as his stale smell of sweat mixed with soot flooded your senses, “you’re so dirty!” you tried to glance down at your dress to see if any of the grime from the mine had transferred.

Letting out a chuckle as he only tightened his hold around your frame, “you love it,” he tilted his head out of the crook of your neck and planted a kiss to your lips. 

“You’re not–,” you continued your giggle even as his own mouth tried to smother the sound, “Thor, you need to bathe first.” 

“Oh, really?” he cocked his head and slyly narrowed his eyes, “you sure you don’t wanna repeat the welcome home you gave me yesterday where you couldn’t wait? I mean, I could barely get in the door before you had your lips on me, struggling to fit my balls inside that little mouth of yours?” 

His lips first pressed against your now hot cheek before they wandered across in a straight line down to your own, not simmering down his eagerness even as the rest of his fellow miners began to filter into the cabin. 

“Oh, so that’s why you ran ahead,” Marc’s sigh caused you to break the peck, “of course.” 

Still entangled in Thor’s strong arms, you glanced over at the familiar men who crossed the threshold and slowly began to set down their tools and peel off their muddy boots.  

“Heya, boys,” a warm bubble burst within you as you flashed them all a smile. Attempting to slip out of the burly hug, Thor still kept his palm interlocked in your own as you made your way around through the crowd and began to greet the others, “how was the mine today?”

“It was fine,” Frank muttered in your ear when you hugged him. 

And as your free arm lastly found Steve’s broad shoulder in an embrace, his low voice tickled the side of your neck as he exhaled, “hi Snow.”  

“Hi,” you pressed a soft kiss to his bearded cheek. 

As you retracted and let Thor pull you back against his warmth, Miguel asked, “so, what’s for dinner tonight?” as Thor leaned back against the sturdy dining table and dragged you with him, half planting you in his lap as he leaned you back against him. 

Though as the softness of your bottom came to rest against the miner’s pelvis, a palpable hardness distracted you even through the layers of your dress, “uhm, I’ve got a lentil stew going over the fire,” your breathing began to grow unsteady as he discreetly grinded you down against his desperation, “it should be done soon.” 

“Good,” Miguel smiled, haven not yet noticed the nefarious activities that had begun right under his own nose, “I’m starving.” 

“What else have you gotten up to today?” Matt asked as he sat down on the bench where Marc had already planted himself, “did you begin that book we were talking about?” 

“I–, uh, I started it, but I didn’t get that far,” your words became a struggle to form as you tried to fight through the fog Thor thrust you into, “ended up taking a nap instead.”

“Well, that’s good,” Bucky noted, “you were tossing and turning so much last–,” though his sentence then promptly crumbled as a soft whimper finally slipped out past your lips and drew his attention to the way Thor’s hands on your hips subtly rocked you down against him, “seriously?” he swiftly scalded him, “you couldn’t keep it in your pants for even two seconds?” 

“Right,” Thor scoffed, “like I'm the only one who’s desperate,” he then buried his grasp in your skirts and before you had the chance to protest, picked it up to prove his point. 

It was frankly a bit embarrassing how wet you already were, though when Thor grabbed ahold of your thighs and lifted you up, your back plastered against his chest as his hold on you spread you wide for all to see, your cunt couldn’t help but drool for them so fiercely that even the one furthest away from you could catch a glimpse of the glimmer glinting back at him in a lewd plea.  

“Hm…” Bucky hummed warmly as he kneeled down before you, though only let his palm come up to ghost against your inner thigh and didn’t grant you the sweet relief of petting your pussy as she cried out for his touch, “your Highness, are you sure it wasn’t something else you were doing all day while we were off at work?” 

“I–,” an airy chuckle innocently escaped your lungs, “what are you implying?” 

“Well, either you were too impatient to wait for us,” you sucked in a breath as his hand finally drifted up to offer your core the softest of pets, teasing you further into madness, “or just the mere sound of the front door opening got you dripping the way that you are right now…” 

“So, which is it, princess?” Frank smirked, arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall beside the fireplace, “are you a whore or is it just for us?” 

“You already know the answer to that…” you hazily smiled, though swiftly let out a whimper as Bucky removed his hand, denying you of any further pleasure. However, before you could part your lips in a complaint, Thor set you back down on your now wobbly feet. 

Your gaze found Steve’s as he took a seat beside Marc, unlike the rest of the men who began to swarm around you, their broad hands swiftly reaching for your dress. It nearly didn’t even get the chance to drop back down and cover you from how Thor had torn it up, before they nearly ripped it to shreds. 

And when no fabric was left to conceal your frame, your moment with your feet on the ground turned out to be more fleeting than you’d thought as both Frank and Miguel then shifted to stand behind you and their grasps found your form, first guiding your arms around their necks for support before they plucked you up. 

As Matt stepped up and seized your flaming cheeks to dip his lips down to yours, a whisper then washed over you as the sweet kiss ended, “can I have a taste?” and as your head began to nod, your nose momentarily nuzzled against his own before his knees buckled. 

Both Thor and Bucky enveloped a hand around your ankles, keeping you spread wide even as Matthew dropped down and made you squirm as his hot breath fanned across your glistening core. 

As your lips parted in a gasp, staring down at Matt as he dipped down to kiss your puffy pearl, in your periphery you just managed to spot how everyone’s free hand had found the tent in their pants, squeezing it for an ounce of relief as they watched you intently. 

When Matt’s tongue lapped through your petals, it wasn’t till he tilted his chin and sucked your clit into his mouth that your gaze fluttered up to find Marc’s across the room. 

“O-oh, fuck,” you moaned into the cottage, “I need–, I–, I need more–,” the plea left your lips as you tried to keep your stare lock. Though the love pecks felt incredible, it was bordering the line of crude torture, only tickling at your senses and not granting you the sweet relief the deepest depths of you yearned for so fiercely. 

It seemed like an eternity that Marc took to get up from his seat and actually cross the small room, though when he did, his palm briefly patted Matthew’s shoulder and caused the kisses to cease. 

“How much more, princess?” Marc asked as Matt got up and let him switch places. 

Though when your answer came in the form of your gaze dropping to his hard length, freed and heavy in his tight fist, one of the men holding you up murmured in your ear, “you want him to fuck you, huh? Is that what you want?” Frank’s deep timbre seeped directly into your bones as his lips dipped down to nip at your neck. 

“Uh-huh,” you nodded hazily, keeping your eyes glued as Marc stepped up and briefly swept the bulbous head of his cock through your folds. 

For a second, you thought it had been Marc himself who had slowly thrust his entirety inside of you, though in actuality when Miguel and Frank’s hold on you tightened, they’d been the ones to tilt your body just as the girth caught your entrance, and lower you down on it in one fell motion. 

“There you go, Snow,” Bucky breathed as your eyes fluttered at the stretch. Halting his palming of himself, Bucky’s hand soothingly swept up the length of you till it found your tit and cupped it gently, his calloused thumb stretching up to flick against your pebbly nipple and get your eyes to blink back open. 

Marc’s efforts were purposely slow and he gently began to warm you up for what you expected was in store. Though on one of his long and deep strokes, plunging all the way inside of your little pussy before yanking himself out completely, you only blinked and when your eyes fluttered back open, it wasn’t Marc’s cock that was buried deep within you, but instead the last man to join the fray. 

“S-Steve, o-oh!” your head tilted back slightly as his fat girth split you open. 

“Oh, how do you always feel better than I recall?” Steve groaned, the tip of him already bumping against your cervix. 

“It’s that fucking princess pussy,” Thor grunted, “I swear it’s like magic or something.” 

“No matter how many of us try and fit inside of you at once, we just can’t ruin you,” Miguel kissed your cheek, “you just snap right back and we have to stretch you all the way back out again.” 

Steve, Marc and Matt before you then took turns, fucking you slowly and building a rhythm till they became like a river, each of them only sinking in and letting their balls tap against your slick skin before they pulled back out and let the other one take a dive. As the silky pattern pushed you closer to the peak and made you dazed out of your mind, you stopped being able to tell who was fucking you when, as they all just flowed together and worked your body as one soul being. That was often how it was with your seven miners. In certain moments, they just became something else, something entirely different and much more ethereal than seven mortal men, but instead fused together into a sea of love that they let you float in. 

Once your first of many orgasms washed over you and rocked through your soul, your body was set back down, though only for a mere moment before Bucky picked you up into his arms and carried you with him as he lowered himself onto one of the long benches that stretched out on either side of the dining table. 

As he settled you atop of him and slipped inside your still throbbing cunt, your head tilted up in the direction of the men whose hard lengths were still glistening with your juices and your hands fluttered up to motion for them, grabbing for their girths, way before your fingers could reach them, though when they did, Steve didn’t let your touch linger on himself but instead plucked up your face and parted your lips with his cock, letting your hands take care of Matt and Marc on either side of him while he gently fucked your mouth. 

“Oh, shit,” Frank then appeared before you, wedging himself in beside Steve’s bulky form, “share some of that sugar,” his palm found your cheek and stroked it softly. As your lips left Steve with an audible pop, Frank’s fingers drifted up to bury themselves in your locks before he guided you to him and groaned as he finally felt you swallow his cock, “yes…”

However, what you didn’t expect was how Steve’s hand too fluttered up to tangle itself in the other side of your hair before they both took over your head’s movements, passing you back and forth between the both of them, though only granting themselves one long bob at a time.  

When a pair of fingers softly swept over the last of your holes, your eyebrows knit together at the familiar teasing. 

“What do you say, Snow?” you heard Thor utter from behind you as he brought his palm down to smack the curve of your ass, watching intently as Miguel’s fingertips rub against you, only shyly dipping inside the hole just above where Bucky split you open, “exactly how much more are you in the mood for today?”

And when you took your chance to catch your breath, you shot back your needy answer through your heaving intakes of air, “all of it.” 

It wasn’t till Miguel let out a gravelly groan that you knew which one had gotten the chance to claim your ass first. When a dollop of his spit landed upon your skin, his thumb wasted no time to soar up and rub it in, swiping over your little rosebud as it stretched to take his girth. 

The task of keeping up your attention to the four miners at your head became an impossible task as they gave your mouth a break for your breathless moans to flow freely and they instead came to your aid and helped guide your hands around to grant them all a bit of affection. 

With both of your holes snuggly filled up, you felt yourself near the edge once more, though it was Thor who pushed you over it as his hand coiled around your waist and snaked down to find your swollen clit in a lavish pattern. 

Though when you buried your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck and trembled between his and Miguel’s burly forms, Thor’s touch dissipated and though you half expected him to join the rest up top, it still didn’t manage to surprise you what he opted for instead. 

“Holy shit!” you shakily gasped, your palm nearly slapping Bucky in the chest as you felt Thor angle himself behind you and press his cock in beside Miguel’s, who’s dick was already more than enough for you to handle on its own. 

“Shh,” Bucky tilted your chin down for you to catch his eye, “don’t act like this is your first time, princess,” he kept his own pace selfish as the silky wall parting him from the rest grew thinner than ever, “you can take it,” his palm tapped your cheek lightly as he smiled at how you overcame the staggering sensation, “just as you always do.” 

And take it you did, soon gushing all over them as the three miners emptied themselves into your holes, pumping you full and leaving you a leaky mess for the remainder to enjoy while they all found a seat to relax in and watch you descend further into madness. 

It was Frank who then flipped your molten form around, planting himself on the very same bench, and twisted you around for your back to be melting down against his front. He slipped in effortlessly as the two loads that dripped out of your ass aided his fat girth as he buried himself completely, fucking the other miner’s cum that much deeper inside your utterly wrecked hole. 

“How’s she doing, huh?” Steve asked as he and Matthew stepped up between your parted legs, his fingers coasting down to spread open and inspect your pussy as it too leaked, “you think she can take a bit more? You think she can take on the two of us?” he briefly pumped two of his fingers into your quivering hole as he awaited your answer. 

“I–, you can try,” you panted, hazily blinking down at how Matt’s digits too came down between your thighs and began to draw rude patterns over your puffy pearl, “I don’t know if I can do it, but you can try.”

“Atta girl,” Matt flashed you a smile before each of their touches was traded out for something much more overwhelming. 

With Marc as the last one remaining above your head, he stayed patient and simply stood there, stroking your hair and even dipping down to press his lips to your cheek as your poor pussy struggled to take the two cocks your loves attempted to ease in there. Though, when your eyes widened at the eventual success, the man behind you only let you stare at the severe stretch a moment before he tilted your head back, supporting it with both of his hands as you caught on and parted your lips for him. 

As he fucked your face, one of his hands briefly swept down to your throat as he fed you more of his length and spotted how a dull bulge of him appeared each time you gagged around his girth. 

You felt as if you’d slipped into a trance by the time everyone had gotten the chance to cum inside your sweetness, yourself falling apart around them enough times that you lost count. Though even so, as you layed there, various burly men enveloping your half-continuous form in their warmth, your eyes blinked open and spotted the few who’d gotten the privilege to go first and how they’d at some time grown hard once again and were now pumping their cocks in their fists, with all of their greedy gazes glued on you.  

The seven miners always warned you to be careful while they were off at work and you were all alone in the secluded cottage. Even though it was located in the middle of the woods, they still advised you not to open the door for anyone, not even if their looks deceived you. 

You should have heeded those warnings the day when an old hag knocked at the cabin door, because she didn’t turn out to be just a sweet old lady as you had thought when you first spotted her through the window, dark cloak drawn up over her grey hair as she clutched onto a heavy basket of apples in one arm and thumped her free fist against the front door. 

All she’d asked for had been a sip of water, one your kindness couldn’t deny her of. 

Though your gravest mistake came when you accepted her seemingly kind offer of gratitude in the form of one of her apples, because when you sank your teeth into the crisp red fruit, the produce suddenly turned rotten in your grasp, granting you a brief glance of the truth, of the potent poison it withheld, before the effects took ahold and cast you into an eternal slumber. 

The enchanted sleep however wasn’t like the one you’d heard tales about as it in truth only shut down your body as the rest of your senses still stayed awake, alert and aware as ever to the things around you, though forever helpless to whatever could occur. 

When your dear miners returned that day, the sight that found them utterly broke them all. 

And when they discovered that you’d received a fate worse than death, a few of them had to lean on superstition in order to cope. 

Though superstition was what superstition often is, just a fairytale. 

No matter how many of them attempted to press their lips to yours, you stayed asleep as true love’s kiss turned out to be no more than a bedtime story. 

That’s how you ended up in a blossoming glen, not far from the cottage that had grown to become your home, encased in a glass coffin. 

But that’s also how he found you again…

Prince Billy had been on a hunting trip the day he stumbled over the clearing you rested in, his deepest desires he’d assumed forever lost, so perfectly on display for him in the middle of the woods and with no one to stop him from taking you with him back to his castle. You had been his fiancé after all, so if your fate as his wife included you being a little less of an active participant than you’d been previously, then so be it. He could be content with you as nothing but a living doll… in fact, perhaps the royal even preferred it… 

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Don't Be Shy [Loki x Fem Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is here. Summary: [Oneshot] You want him. He wants you. But he's shy, and for good reason. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smuttish. S*x starved Loki. Teasing. Dirty talk. (w/c 1.9k)

You had decided. Come what may, tonight was the night you were making your move. You glanced subtly towards the god of mischief sitting cross-legged on his own, lounging diagonally on a sofa at the far side of the common room. Garish balloons floated in the air on either side of where he sat, looking comically out of place in his self-imposed fortress of solitude. He curled a loose tendril of hair behind his ear before slowly licking a fingertip, gracefully turning the page of his book.

“You know what he’s like at parties.” Thor shouted through a slur, barely audible over the music and sporadic breaks of laughter all around you. Reluctantly, you turned to the blonde looming over your shoulder. “I know, but usually he reads at the bar at least.” you scoffed, taking a sip. Thor chuckled, shaking his head. “My brother likes you, you know. He’s just shy.” He narrowed his eyes, seeing your lips twitch in a smile. “Likes you.” he continued coyly, labouring the point as he wriggled his eyebrows “...if you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes. “I think the mini-quiches know what you mean.” The god laughed, far harder than the joke deserved. The head of his beer sloshed over the side of the glass, hitting the floor by your feet. You saw Loki’s head rise out the corner of your eye, a disapproving frown etched deep on his face. Thor leant closer. “He’s waiting for you to come to him.”

“Is he, now?” you replied innocently. “Well then...I shouldn’t keep him waiting, should I?” Shooting Thor a wink, you began to sway towards the dark-haired god. The grooves on his forehead smoothed suspiciously quickly as he composed himself, blinking several times in swift succession. Clearly, he was flustered. The skirt of your skater dress swished around your thighs as you drew closer. Loki’s intentional avoidance of you, palpable. “Hi, Laufeyson.” you said cheerfully, plonking onto the sofa beside him. He grunted in greeting, scanning the words on the page at a steady pace. Tentatively, you reached and clasped the thick of the book, sliding it from his hand. You placed it on your lap, nestled amongst the folds of black satin. Loki’s hand remained in place, poised in the air. “How rude.” he said coldly, his eyes rising to meet yours with a wolf-like squint. You smiled, tilting your head. “So is reading at a birthday party. You should talk to people.” “I don’t like talking to people at these things. Everyone is so…” he grimaced, looking towards the crowd. The team hung off each other in various stages of inebriation, laughter and raucous shouting exploding every few seconds as hits of the 90’s played at full blast. Loki sighed. “I prefer it over here. It’s quieter. And the company, infinitely better.” You scooted closer, leaning towards him as you both stared at the jovial mass of your colleagues. The movement nudged against Loki’s thigh, making him flinch. “Even if I’m here?” you said innocently as you turned your face to his, batting your lashes. The god’s jaw twitched, his façade of bravado fading. He flicked his wrist, inspecting his nails. “Perhaps.” he purred, as you drank in the tantalising sight of his curled fingers. God, they were so long. Loki smirked, running a covetous gaze down your crossed legs and back to your face. “You look very pretty tonight.” he murmured politely, straightening against the sofa with an arm outstretched over the back. “Pretty?” you tutted, as you slid his book to the side. “That isn’t quite what I was going for.”

Loki’s brows slanted. “Oh? And what were you going for, exactly?” The deep pitch of his voice wavered as he rested a hand behind his head. He was nervous. You could see each controlled breath making his chest squeeze the buttons of his shirt; clinging on for dear life. The pulse point in his neck was thundering, a faint hue of pink just visible at the tip of his ear. “Fuckable.” you heard yourself purr.

Loki swallowed.

The fingers resting in his hair tightened, chin tilting upward as he inhaled sharply through his nose. “What are you doing?” he growled. Suspicious eroticism smouldered in his irises, cheekbones flashing in the low light. “I highly recommend that you choose your next words very carefully.” The thump of your heart was deafening as his stare lowered towards the hand creeping to his knee. “I think it’s time you tell me what you want, Loki…don't you?” you said quietly, fingers cupping the muscled curve. Both of you had been dancing around this for months. The flirting, the masked innuendos. And the touching...my god. The light brush of his hands on your waist as he made his presence known; a gravelled ‘excuse me’ whisping in your ear as he passed with a lingering smoulder. “Why don’t you tell me what I want?" he rumbled. "You seem to be very sure of yourself tonight.”

You and Loki’s legs were crossed towards each other, calves grazing as you shuffled closer. Your bare skin slipped against the luxurious fabric of his suit trousers, cologne filling your nostrils, wafting from the sliver of skin visible at the top buttons of his shirt. He smelled like expensive hotels and filthy, decadent deeds. Rich oak-smoked masculinity seeping into the primal centre of your brain.

“You want me, Laufeyson…” you murmured, beginning to lightly run a fingertip up his crossed leg. The material brushed your skin with the lightest touch. Just enough to make him tingle. Loki’s breath hitched, his hips jolting back into the cushioning.

“Don’t deny it.” you whispered. Loki’s frowned, before clearing his throat. He shuffled on the sofa, the uncrossing of his legs making your hand retreat. He cast a solemn glance to the dance-floor, before focusing back on you. “I had no plans on denying it.” he drawled haughtily, a slight tremble betraying simmering depths. “I’m just a little...taken aback.” “Shy, you mean?” you murmured playfully. “Do you want me to stop?” you said, inching away. Loki’s hand flew out, grabbing your wrist. His eyes were narrowed, brow creased. “No.” he growled, letting his legs widen slowly. You wondered if he knew he had done it. “Although, I am a little...out of practice-” he cut himself off, placing your hand back on his thigh. Automatically, you squeezed the muscle of his solid femur, making him groan quietly. “Out of practice?” you cooed, shuffling so that your back was turned to the crowd by the bar. “Has the great Loki Laufeyson not gotten laid in a while?”

A whimper slid past his lips as your hand moved higher, skating lightly up his thigh. Two inches forward, one inch back. Loki shook his head. “Purely... i-intentional, you understand…” he managed through erratic breaths. You nodded sagely. “Of course.” you teased, enjoying Loki’s deepening scowl. You could see the fabric around his crotch tightening beneath the flashing lights, thick creases appearing around his hip where his cock was hardening beneath your delicate touch. The god’s smouldering eyes were filled with shameless fantasies, pupils wide with desire as you inched higher. He thrust upward lightly, a hiss filling the air between you as he grit his teeth. The swell of your cleavage heaved directly in his line of sight as your lips grazed his cheek. “Do you masturbate to me, Loki?” you whispered, a thrill rushing through your blood as you pulled back, watching his reaction.

He paused, his mouth hardening in a thin line. The god studied the curve of your knowing smile before nodding twice. Slowly. He kept his chin low on the second as your fingers trailed over the rock hard column straining against his hip. Loki let out a juddering sigh, abdominals clenching visibly beneath his perfectly fitted shirt. You drew closer once more, letting your moist lips brush against the angle of his jaw. “Do you fuck yourself to the thought of me in your empty bed, being your little plaything?” “Gods…” Loki gasped quietly, his legs trembling with the effort of resistance. You smiled. “Or maybe you would be my plaything. Would you like that?” You slid your hand up his chest, turning his face towards yours. “I bet we could teach each other so many things, Loki of Asgard.” you hummed seductively, biting your lip. “And I bet you look so fucking good on your back, palming yourself as you moan my name. Don't you?” Loki’s brows knitted together, twitching. “I can only imagine the dirty ways you've had me with that perfect cock of yours…” you groaned in his ear a final time, hearing him whimper quietly in response. “-How do you know it’s p-perfect?” he grunted, an attempt at humour in his increasingly desperate state. You laughed softly, rubbing your palm firmly up the seemingly endless shaft bound beneath the cotton. “Call it, intuition.” you murmured, pausing to suck his earlobe between your teeth.

Loki groaned again, louder this time. “Shhh…” you hushed, fighting to contain your glee. He whipped his head round, his hand flying to yours resting teasingly on his pulsing cock. Dark curls framed his exquisite face, those bottomless eyes searching yours as he looked for any hint of insincerity. His breaths short. “Truly, I would not wish to give you false hope of satisfaction. It really has been a whil-” His almond eyes widened as you pressed a finger to his lips. They were moist with breath hot with desire, the condensation of his desperation. “I’ll take care of you, Loki…” you said slowly, walking the fingers of your other hand up his flat stomach. "Don't worry about that." Every word felt like syrup, each one more laboured than the last as wet arousal slid in your panties. “I just... really...need to fuck you tonight. Does that sound like a good idea?”

Loki nodded again, eyes darkening. You slid the fingertip resting on his cupid’s bow down, grazing over his jawline as you pressed your chest to his, leaning forward to claim him with a kiss. Finally. His lips parted, gazing up at you with beautiful desperation, head resting on the back of the sofa. His submission, imminent.

“Not here.” he choked suddenly before your lips met, raising his head to eye the buzzing crowd with suspicion. “Are you ashamed of me?” you jibed with a coy smile, pawing at the next button on his shirt before spreading your palm against his chest. He was so fucking hard. “Far from it, Agent-” he growled, embers of the Loki you knew from the battlefield lighting the air around you like stars. He ground his teeth together, a low exhale making the thick vein in his neck stand erect as he leant forward. Loki’s nose traced the line of your cheekbone, exhaling sluttishly in your ear with a licentious moan. “I fear that if I were to kiss you now, I would not be able to restrain myself.” You inhaled against his skin, feeling him shudder with shameless need as his murky spiced cologne wafted hot in your nostrils. “Let’s take this party upstairs then, shall we?” you smouldered, feeling him shiver again beneath the graze of your lips.

Companion oneshot Delayed Gratification - Smut.

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Being Followed

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You aren’t the only one in the castle gardens, it would seem…

Content Warnings: Fluff, a little spiciness, and snake Loki!!!

Notes: I don't know why, but I had snake Loki on the brain today, so I wanted to do something about that.

Word Count: 637

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The palace gardens were quiet. It was a comfortable silence. I strolled along, bathing in the warmth of the golden light from the setting sun. The fresh air went in through my nose, and out through my slightly parted mouth. Refreshing.

A faint hiss snapped me out of my trance-like state, and I frantically searched my surroundings for the creature it emanated from. As I spun in a wild circle, I caught it in the corner of my eye. A small green tail retreating into a nearby bush.

Relief washed over me as I let out a breathy laugh. “You startled me!”

I got another hiss in response, this time accompanied by the small rustling of branches.

I rolled my eyes, bringing my hands to my hips. “Are you looking to trick your brother with this form again? You know he hates that.”

A small green head poked out of the bush, darting its tongue out as its small black eyes blinked at me, feigning innocence. I knew better than to trust that.

I crouched down, reaching my hand out to the small creature. “Come on. The sun is setting, and I would prefer if my night was spent with you, rather than waiting for you to finish your shenanigans.”

The snake let out another hiss as it began to slither up my arm, and I slowly stood up, making sure it had time to settle itself on my shoulders.

“That’s better.” I let out a small sigh as the snake touched its scaly cheek to mine.

The sunlight retreated as the sky continued to darken, and I began to make my way back towards the castle.

“How long do you plan on staying like that?” I asked the snake on my shoulders, earning confused and frightened looks from nearby servants as I crossed the threshold into the palace. “I can’t exactly bed a slithering reptile, now can I?”

You tempt me, darling. Loki’s voice found its way into my mind as the snake hissed aloud by my ear. Trust me, it won’t be for much longer now.

I reached up to pet the snake’s scales, and it closed its eyes in a satisfied hiss as I softly stroked its head. “I apologize to have foiled your little prank for your brother. I suppose I’m just feeling a little needier than most days.”

Loki’s soft chuckle sounded in my head before I heard his voice again. Oh, darling. I was never waiting for Thor.

I turned my gaze to eye the snake as it cocked its head at me, blinking with that same feigned innocence again.

A smirk tugged at my lips as the realization of what he meant dawned on me. “How long have you been stalking me like this?”

Stalk you? Loki sounded playfully offended. I would never. I simply followed you at a respectable distance. Nothing more.

I snorted as I opened the door to our shared bedroom. “Sure, Loki. Sure…”

Would you prefer it if I stalked you? Loki mused as we stepped inside. Hunting you like prey? A dark chuckle echoed in my mind. Oh, the things I would do once I finally caught you…

I felt warmth creeping into my cheeks as a pang of desire hit me. “Maybe don’t tease me while you’re covered in scales.”

My apologies, darling. I felt the small weight of the snake drop off of my shoulders before a flash of green shone behind me.

Then, a hand on my shoulder coaxed me to turn and meet the face of my lover before he pulled my body closer to his. “Is that better?”

His now soft face was just inches from mine, our breaths intermingling between us, and I cupped it in my hands.

“Much better.” I breathed before closing the gap to kiss him.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Edge of Sanity

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count:

Notes: Am I aging myself when I ask if yall remember that song that’s like “I’m hot cause I’m fly you ain’t cause you not” because that song was HUGE when I was a kid

Day 11: Edging

You walk into the room silently, setting your purse down on the chair. 

Loki hasn’t said a word in at least 45 minutes. He comes in behind you, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up and you turn around to face him. 

“Hi,” you wave sheepishly “So uh h-how was your night?” 

He looks at you, tilting his head and you shrink down a little 

“I-I brought home cake! You liked the cake right?” You hold up the little plate and he stalks past you over to the closet, walking in. You cringe, setting the cake down on the counter before following after him 

“I-I stayed next to Thor when you went to the bathroom” You stand next to him as he’s putting away his tie carefully. He’s so meticulous about things, his side of the walk-in closet is beautifully organized, everything perfectly in its place. He promised he’d take a day to do your side as well 

You pull open the drawer he keeps his rings in and smile as sweetly as you possibly can, batting your eyelashes. He stops mid-pulling his ring off and sighs, turning to look at you

“You know what to do” 

And you do. 

You turn with your head down, pouting and wrapping your arms around yourself as you drag your feet over to your side of the closet. You strip down as slowly as possible, putting your clothes away neatly, making sure to put your jewelry on the little tree instead of in the little trinket tray like you normally do after a party. 

“If I’m undressed before you are, you’re going to pay very dearly for it” 

You know that’s the only kind of warning he’s going to give you and you put it into high gear, stripping down to the dark green lace bra and panties you’d worn on purpose that night, always wanting to be in his colors in some way. 

You leave your dainty gold necklace on and turn to look over at him, only to find him staring you down. You tilt your head and his gaze darkens as he drinks you in, his eyes rolling over your curves. You watch his hand move, his fingers flowing gracefully and you whimper as soon as you feel your necklace replaced with something a bit heavier, the golden collar he’d made for you himself locks around your neck. 

“Go lie down” 

You do as he says, your heart pounding in your ears as you walk back into the bedroom, right over to the large canopy bed, and climb onto it, he loved his dramatics that’s for sure.

You sit on the end of the bed, your hands in your lap as you stare down at them. You don’t even hear his footsteps until he’s standing in front of you. His black sweatpants hang low on his hips and you lick your lips. 

“Did you honestly think I’d let you get away with it?” The tip of his finger gently tilts your head up to look at him and you make your eyes as wide and innocent as you can 

“I-I’m-”

“Shhhh sh sh sh I don’t want to hear your mouth anymore” he grips your chin in his fingers now and you wince a little, he knows how much you can take, so it’s fine. 

“You have the audacity, to try and apologize to me, pet?” His tone is scathing and you whimper. He pulls you down onto the floor by your face and you sit on your butt, your palms flat on the floor. 

“You played your game my love, and now you’re going to pay for it” 

You’d been at a banquet that night and you’d done everything you could think of to get a rise out of him, all because he’d danced with the Mayor's wife. He didn’t want to in the least, but she’d literally cut in, and ever the gentleman he was he allowed it, dancing with her and giving her a bow as the song ended. He found you in Steve’s arms, giggling and cuddling up to him and Steve was just eating it up, cooing over how adorable you were. 

That wasn’t even close to everything you’d done. You’d ignored him, let Tony make his little jokes, and giggled at them. But really what sealed the deal that night, besides you completely not listening to anything he told you to do was when you’d slow danced with his stupid brother. 

You laid your head on his chest as he held you tightly to him. He leaned in close, whispering in your ear about how angry Loki looked. And sure you were giggling and laughing about it, until the song was over and Thor brought you over to him. He laughed, complimenting what a wonderful dancer you were and how cute you were, and the second you saw his face… you knew you’d gone too far. 

He walks away from you, telling you to “stay” right there. You nod quickly, eagerly listening as he goes back into the closet and comes out with a silk bag, you watch curiously as he stops at the side of the bed and crooks his finger at you, beckoning you over. You go to get up and suddenly you’re forced back down by something, your head snaps up and he tilts his head to you. 

“Hands and knees puppy. Like the bitch you are” 

Your mouth drops open and you stare at him for a minute, taking in what he just said and trying to ignore the way it practically drenches your panties. He pats the bed and you glare as you climb up on it, sitting on your legs.

“Lie down” He nods, with a sadistic grin and you do as he says, lying on your back. He kneels on the bed and slips your panties off with ease, looking at them for a moment before deciding to stuff them in your mouth. You whine around them, tasting yourself and he pets your head lovingly. 

“Before the night is over, I will have you begging for release. I’m not even all that sure you’re going to get it. To- to flirt with my brother in front of me? Oh, my love, I could just have your head” 

His gaze is dark as you gulp, you know you’re in trouble and there’s a tiny little part of you that’s thrilled about it. You wriggle and squirm, trying to free yourself from his hold as he watches you, helpless and needy. 

It won’t work, you know it won’t. You’re nowhere near as strong as he is, you could only dream to break one of his spells and he takes great pleasure in that. 

“Now, let’s see what we can do about that attitude of yours” Loki's voice is low and sultry and he gets onto the bed next to you. He lays down, propping himself up on his elbow, and reaches out to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips. You lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed.

“You're so beautiful, my love” He whispers against your skin, his lips trailing kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. You whimper softly, biting your lip and he grins wickedly. He can feel your heart racing, and it only fuels his desire to punish you even more. 

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while his hand slides between your legs, teasing your clit with feather-light touches.

Your body shudders at his touch and you mewl softly, trying to wriggle your hips but something is still holding you completely still. 

“I-I’m sorry Loki” You whimper, looking at him with wide, wet eyes. “I- I was just so jealous that’s all!” 

He laughs at your begging, enjoying the power he has over you in this moment.

“What's the matter, little witch? Can't handle a little teasing after all the trouble you caused?”

He continues his assault on your body, his fingers circling your clit faster now but never quite giving you the pressure you need. His mouth moves down to your breasts again, sucking hard on one nipple while pinching the other.

“You're not going to cum until I command you to do so, understand? I'm in control here, and I am going to make you earn your release”

He thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that drives you wild. But just as you start to get close, he pulls them out, leaving you empty and desperate while you cry out, your hips chasing nothing. 

“I don’t think you heard me. You don't get to cum that easily. I'm going to keep you on the edge until you're a sobbing, pleading mess. And then, maybe, if you're a good girl, I'll let you cum on my cock”

He grinds his hard length against you, letting you feel how turned on this is making him. But he makes no move to actually enter you, keeping you extremely frustrated.

“P-please please I need your cock inside me so badly, please. I was a bad girl, I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

You don’t care how dumb you sound at this point, but you know him, and you know he won’t give you what you want unless you fully submit to him. He’d always had a thing for how submissive you could be, that was one of the things that had made him love you in the first place. 

He smirks at your desperate pleas, feeling his cock throb with desire. He loves seeing you like this, so needy and willing to do anything for him.

He continues to tease you, his fingers just barely grazing your clit and his thumb pressing against your entrance. He can feel you trying to push yourself onto his hand, seeking more friction, but that bond holds you in place.

“Come now, Pet. Use your words. Tell me how badly you want my cock inside you. I want to hear you beg for it like the desperate little slut you are.”

He leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“You know what happens to bad girls who don't beg properly, don't you? They get punished even more. So be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want.”

He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and your eyes roll back, the teasing seemingly endless.

“P-please my love, my King. I’m begging you I need your cock in me, I can’t live without it, I don’t want to live without it please, please put it in me” You have little tears in your eyes as you beg him, your voice shaking with each word. 

You know you’ve got him there by the way his eyes light up as he looks down on you. He blinks slowly like he’s considering things for a moment. 

He finally positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. He can feel you trying to push yourself onto him, but he holds your hips firmly in place.

“Oh I’ll give you my cock… you’ve earned that much. But I’m going to fuck you how I want to and I don’t want to hear a single word out of you” 

With that, he slowly pushes his cock into you, inch by agonizing inch, savoring the way your tight walls grip him. He lets out a satisfied groan and your eyes roll back as he settles into you. 

“So perfect” He whispers, his eyes flashing with hunger. He leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to hold himself still inside you. After a moment, he breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes.

“You ready for me?” You can feel his cock twitch as he asks and you nod eagerly your eyes filled with a deep desire

He smiles and starts to move, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, setting a slow, torturous pace. He watches your face as he does this, reveling in the way you squirm and moan beneath him. He likes to watch how helpless you are sometimes, how small and fragile you are. 

“What a good little pet” he purrs “Taking my cock so well” 

Your toes curl and he smirks, pushing your knees up to your chest as he picks up the pace slightly, his hips snapping against yours as he drives into you deeper and harder. His hand reaches down to rub your clit, overwhelming you even more and overstimulating you. 

“You're so close, aren't you? I can feel it.”

He says it with such a nasty tone, his words are venom as they breathe down your neck. 

“Take it, my little witch. Take my cock like the fucking slut you are” 

He can feel you getting closer to the edge, your body tensing beneath him. But just as you’re about to cum, he pulls out, leaving you empty and wanting.

You sob out, trying to fight against the invisible force keeping you in place. 

“No! No please no!” You shriek and he laughs at your pain, covering your mouth  with his hand 

“You honestly think I’d let you cum that easily?” 

He flips you over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, entering you from behind. He reaches around to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles as he thrusts into you. He can feel you getting close again, your body shaking with need.

“Please. Please I said I was sorry please”

He can feel your desperation, the way your body is trembling with need. He knows you’re right on the edge, ready to explode at any moment. But he's not ready to let you cum yet.

“Oh, you want it that badly, huh? Well, let's see if you're ready for it”

He reaches around and grabs your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. He increases the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you harder and deeper than before. 

You claw at the blankets and your knees spread apart wider, slipping him deeper inside you. 

“P-please” you gasp out, getting a bit dizzy and he sighs, holding your neck tighter. 

“Well. Since you asked oh so nicely…”

He leans down and bites your shoulder, growling in your ear as he feels you cum. Your walls clench around him, milking his cock as you scream out in pleasure.

As much as he’d like to go on, tease you even longer he knows he can’t, not when you’re so tight around him. He thrusts deep inside you, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he cums. He groans loudly, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. He thrusts shallowly, working his cum deeper inside you as you both ride out your highs. 

He finally pulls out, collapsing to the side of you and pulling your soft into his. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling slowly, kissing your head softly. 

“I think you’ve learned your lesson my love” His tone is gravelly and you blush, snuggling into him. He wraps his arms tighter around you, stroking your soft skin. He places gentle kisses over your face and you giggle sleepily, your eyes closing slowly. 

“I have, I promise” 

“And you’ll be good from now on?” He puts his head on yours and you nod… crossing your fingers 

“Oh yeah definitely”

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

The Old Gods and the New - Chapter 6

A Crown of Flowers | Loki x Reader

When the effects of your telepathic connection to Loki become more and more apparent, neither of you can hold yourselves back from acting on your feelings. Release is just what you need to discover more about your past, and Loki makes a decision to ask his brother for help.

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, flirting, dirty talk, innocence kink, striptease, p in v, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub undertones.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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The more Loki tried not to think about you the more you seemed to creep into his thoughts, by the end of the day he was sure you were doing it on purpose and he excused himself early to hide away in his rooms.

Though he was sure some of the images that made his way into his mind were deliberate, there was also an unconscious sense of your continued presence, even when you weren’t around. He could tell when you’d fallen asleep, a deep sense of calm weighing him back into his own bed, he knew when you were excited or tired, hungry or confused, the feelings tickling him like dejavu. 

He lay naked on his bed, staring at the blank white ceiling, images of you swirled through his mind, painting images of you tangled together, the room bathed in the orange glow of the sunset. He could see you laughing on the sofa, climbing into his lap and then your naked body, writhing above him, below him, trapped by his hands, by his magic - it was never ending, a barrage of want, need, desire. 

Maybe Loki would’ve been able to stave off his feelings if you weren’t so primal, despite your innocent appearance he had seen your memories, he knew where your lust could lead and he was desperate to follow you there. Since you’d begun to share your thoughts you’d been sharing your body too, pushing your hand into his and snuggling into his side at every opportunity, much to the disdain of the Avengers. 

With a grunt, Loki readjusted his pillows and attempted to move his thoughts to something other than the soft curves and dips of your body. 

Paperwork, bad plays, out of tune music, Thor’s singing - it wasn’t working, whatever he thought of he thought it would be better if you were there with him. You’d help him with the dull tasks delegated to the Princes, you’d make fun of the terrible plays with him, you’d join in with the terrible musicians and sing along with Thor. If you were with him, there was nothing that could not be endured. 

What would it be like if you were there with him? If you stayed in his rooms after dark instead of sticking to your curfew the Avengers had imposed. 

What would you wear if you were here? Something simply, stylish, comfortable, like your current day time clothing. Would you wear his shirts to bed and let him hold you, would you feel soft beneath his touch, brushed cotton and fleece. Would you wear something tantalising to please him? Would you wear nothing at all, content to be bare before hi? Would you remove your clothes slowly? Would you want to be in control, or would you let him? How would you speak…beg…moan…? 

“Curse the Norns and the Nine Realms.” Loki thumped a hand onto the comforter, that was the exact opposite of what he was supposed to be thinking about, he was supposed to be keeping a level head, not dreaming of you like an adolescent.

Yet, he knew what he wanted. He wanted you in his colours, writhing beneath him in gold and emerald, begging him for more, asking for his guidance, his permission. He wanted to be the one to bring you back to yourself one slow thrust at a time until you were bound together. 

There was a gentle knock on the door. 

“Who is it?” He called. 

“It’s me, can I come in?” You whispered. Loki pressed a button on one of Stark’s ridiculous controls and the door swung open, the corridor behind you was as dark as his room, so you appeared in shadow. 

Loki quickly covered himself with a green silk robe and sat higher on the bed. 

“Loki?” Your voice was soft and quiet, your face half covered by the darkness of the room.

“Yes?” He attempted to keep his voice steady, dropping his tone low and rough so that you wouldn’t suspect that he’d just been imagining this exact scenario. 

You stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind you, your simple white night dress moved around you like smoke, clinging to the swell of your breasts and drawing attention to your bare legs. 

“Hi,” you smiled, that innocent and friendly smile that had him feeling hot beneath the cold silk of his robe. 

“Good evening, darling.” He drawled, allowing himself a small smile, the lonely evening melting into this new encounter, comfortable and safe, he relaxed further into his pillows. 

But you remained awkwardly at the door, your hands behind your back, rocking on your toes, unsure of how to go on. 

“Not that I don’t enjoy your company, Ásynja , but is there something I can help you with?” Loki cocked his head to the side, examining each minute movement of your body. 

You seemed to think and then blurted out, “you know your thoughts are really loud.” You bit your lip, dropping your eyes to the floor. 

“Are they? Were you practising?” Loki tried to keep his cool, perhaps you hadn’t seen all of his fantasies, but he couldn’t help the twitch of his lip as you fidgeted more.

You took a breath, stealing yourself. “Yes.” You looked up then, locking your eyes with his, so intense that Loki sat up against the headboard, hands clasped in his lap. 

“Did you see anything interesting?” Loki moved his long hands across his lap, adjusting the folds of his robe to cover his growing arousal. 

You paused again and while he felt the flush of your arousal filling the space, you were still nervous. For all your projections you still couldn’t voice your feelings despite the ‘help’ he’d provided at your first meeting, you’d never been able to ask for it again, even when he was sure you were aching and desperate for him too, pressing yourself into his side or squirming in your chair beside him. 

Instead of answering you utilised your new found talents to grow taller, heels appearing as you stepped forwards and pushing you onto your toes, emerald silk falling around your curves, a corset pushing your breasts high over the stiff boning and a gold crown appeared, nestled in your hair. 

Loki had been imagining you this way since he’d created your first set of clothes in the medical bay, he’d itched to run his hands around your waist, over the ribs of the corset, pulling on the satin ribbons, but it was the crown that had his cock filling between his legs. You looked like perfection, as if the crown was an undeniable part of you and he hoped, whatever happened next, it would remain.

“Well, I thought you might enjoy this?” You turned slowly, giving him a full view of the dress, skimming over your bottom and tickling your legs. 

Loki looked you up and down; for the first time you truly looked like the Goddess he was sure you were, and it sent a ripple of desire through his body. He shifted, trying to hide the way your mere presence in his bedroom had his cock hard and his body wanting. 

“An excellent start Ásynja .” Loki crooked a finger, beckoning you forward. As you walked the folds of your dress melted away, leaving only the corset cradling your breasts, a pair of French knickers brushing the tops of your thighs and the crown atop your head. Through the thin lace Loki watched as your nipples pebbled, he wanted to taste them, to suck each bud into his mouth through that fine lace until you were arching into his touch. 

Loki waved his hand, lighting candles along the chest of drawers and bedside tables with his magic. 

“A start?” You questioned, pausing in the middle of the room. 

“Indeed, a start, have you not been teasing me for days? Let me have my fun.” Languidly he let his gaze fall and rise over your body,

“Teasing you?” You asked, fingers dancing over your body as you looked down over yourself, turning from side to side as if the source of your teasing might reveal itself. When you looked back at him your smile was playful. “I would never tease you.” 

“Yes, teasing. You forget, I can see inside of your head too. How much of that innocence is left?” He sat forwards, examining you. 

You continued to approach, but sidestepped the bed and reached out for a candle instead, fingers playing with the flame, it tingled over your skin without burning you before dying with a swirl of smoke when you pinched it. You waved your hand again and the flame reappeared. 

“Don’t deny yourself, darling, I can see what you, truly, desire as well.” He whispered, “if you would like, you can have it.” Loki turned his hands palm up, opening his arms in invitation. 

“As can you.” Under your touch the lace at your thighs vanished in speckling of glittering, silver magic. 

Loki reached out to you, guiding you onto the bed and into his lap. A familiar position now, although only in his wildest thoughts had you presented yourself like this, and he knew that they’d be consuming you too. 

Tentatively, you reached a hand out to Loki’s cheek, his skin like cool porcelain beneath your fingers, glowing in the candlelight. Loki pulled you even closer, sliding his hands over the tight laces of your corset. 

“Comfortable, Ásynja ?” His tongue swept over his bottom lip, if this was all this was going to be, you in his lap again, searching for your own release, then he may die, but he would certainly die happy. 

“Uh huh," you wiggled, hands on the collar of his silk dressing gown, tugging it open to reveal the lean muscles of his shoulders, "are you?” Your eyes didn’t meet his, instead taking in the neat lines of his chest, the dark hair that curled over his pecs. 

“I find myself a little…warm,” he offered “perhaps you could help me?” Loki lifted one dark eyebrow, fixing you under his gaze. 

Your fingers toyed with the silk, and you bent your head to his shoulder and breathed him in, running your nose from his collar bone, over his pulse and behind his ear. You felt him shiver under your touch, his hands tightening on the firm waist of your corset. Loki smelt warm, expensive. You had become used to the smell of Asgardian leather that lingered around him, but you could tell he had recently bathed, a deep scent of amber and spice mixed with clean, fresh lavender, lingering on his collar.

“Is that better?” You whispered, pushing the fabric off his shoulders.

Loki pulled the robe off, magic forgotten in exchange for the lust that he had kept carefully tamped down. 

You faltered, breathing heavily as you skimmed your hands over Loki’s bare chest, finger tips dipping into the gaps of his muscles. 

You had done this before, had seen it in your memories and believed in the sensations that your dreams brought you. You had even allowed Loki to pleasure you when you first met, a thought that made your toes curl with embarrassment. Yet there was no other physical memory there, you were unsure about what it would truly feel like to take the god before you, to have his, buried inside of you. And here he was, real and thick and long, pulsing in your hand. 

Loki felt you hesitate, despite the pressure you were applying to him, and placed his hands gently on the wide curve of your hips, feeling the dip of your waist and the dimple of your lower back. He felt terrible, something about your nervousness only made him harder, precum beading and spilling from the rosy head of his cock onto your fingers.

Yet it felt right, that he was destined for this moment with you, that it was his responsibility somehow and a wave of passion crested, rose and crashed inside of him. 

“Let me take care of you, my Ásynja ,” Loki rolled you onto your back, bracing his weight on one arm, in an effort to support his weight away from your body. You lay back, so fragile beneath him, waiting, wanting. Your hips moved, his name slipping from your lips like a midnight prayer.

“Loki.”

He sat back on his heels, admiring the glow of your skin, running his fingers up the inside of your legs slowly until he reached the thin silk clinging to your wet folds. 

“Loki!” You moaned again, begging,  his fingers barely touching you.

He had touched you here once before, but it had been hurried and, to Loki’s mind, medicinal. He had sensed the power building around you and had subdued it for a time. But now it was back, filling the room with the scent of spring blossoms, warm days and cooler evenings and crackling fires easing the day into evening. 

Loki surrendered to it. With a roll of your hips you rubbed against his fingers and they slid inside, curling into you. 

“Keep saying my name like that and I won’t be able to help myself.” Loki bent down and pressed a heated kiss to your parted lips, peppering kisses across your cheek and neck, kissing and nipping while he tried to keep his hips from rutting into the bed. 

“Good God, yes,” you panted, “god that’s…” your eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, your hands fisted in his long hair. 

Loki bit back a smile, God indeed, focusing this attention on tipping you over the edge and into ecstasy, the fabric of your panties was still damp against the back of his hand as he slid in another finger, pushing against the delicate bundle of nerves inside of you until you screamed his name. 

Your legs twitched, thighs gripping his hand as your orgasm took hold of you, your body rippling with pleasure, his fingers still buried inside. 

“That’s it ”Ásynja .” Loki tried to pull his hand away, expecting you to leave now that you had once more taken the release you so clearly needed from him. 

Instead you remained sprawled below him, reaching for his cock again. 

“Please, Loki, please.” You begged, your voice hoarse. 

Loki peeled your ruined knickers from your legs, settling your ankles on his shoulders. He bent over your writhing form, folding you back until you were displayed for him. Your hands clung to his arms, digging into his pale skin and leaving red crescents in their wake. You were all too aware of how you must look to him, wet and desperate, begging him for more. But you no longer felt embarrassed, it was freeing to show this side of you to another. 

Suddenly the room was too hot, the flames on the candles burning high and casting tall shadows on the plain walls of Loki’s room. 

Loki steeled himself against his lust, determined not to take things too quickly now he finally had you in his bed. He took hold of his cock, hard and ready, and slid the weeping head gently through your folds. You gripped him tightly with one hand and bunched the pillow below your head with the other, using it as an anchor to keen and arch below him, your hips moving in tandem with his own, pulling him deeper until your hips were flush together. 

Loki waited, pushing damp hair off your brow, sweat dripping from his as he held back. He told himself he was waiting until you were truly ready, but he was also waiting for your sweet voice to ask him again, to beg him to fuck you. 

“Please,” you whispered, hips circling slowly, “I need you, please, Loki, I need you to help me,” your voice, so quiet, like the sad prayers you had sent to him while you were locked up. It was everything he needed, all that he’d dreamed of since he’d seen you in that cruel glass prison, he could resist no longer. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, my darling,” Loki cooed. With one hand on your raised legs he held you tight against him and began a slow, torturous pace. You squirmed against his grip trying to move faster against his hold. 

“You won’t hurt me,” you insisted, clawing at the long fingers that held you tight, still sticky with your arousal. 

Loki increased his pace, but only slightly, enjoyed the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls and the way you fought against his hands. Your own fingers were now clawing at him, your hips jerking upwards with each thick inch of himself that he allowed you. 

“Ásynja , are you that desperate for me?” He laughed, low and deep and the feel of it vibrated through you. 

“Yes, yes!” Your hips pushed back against him. 

“Trust me,” he whispered in your ear, suddenly snapping his hips forward, unable to contain his lust. You gasped, shocked, hands dropping to the pillow either side of your face, your mouth open. “Is this what you need?” His pace was punishing now and you stopped fighting back, pliant, drunk beneath him only able to hum your agreement and chant his name as you came apart for him.

The scent of you was overwhelming, filling his senses and making him dizzy, the heat of the room was unbearable, as if flames were licking up the walls and consuming you both. Beside you the candles spluttered, wax pooling on each surface in ivory white puddles before dripping to the floor. Then finally the bedside lights flickered on, glowed brilliant white and popped, leaving you both in darkness. 

Loki moaned, an almost feral growl from deep inside of him and spilled everything he had, his cum leaking from between you and coating your thighs with its abundance. 

You fell asleep together, Loki’s long limbs wrapped around you, cradling you. Sleep was deep and your dreams were vivid, tangling with Loki’s during the darkest part of the night… 

You saw  yourself, younger, in an echoing, stone palace. You looked so young, blossoming beneath your dress as you watched. You were angry, tears pouring down your face and collecting in your hands spilling onto the stone base of one of the huge pillars that held up the higher levels of the palace lining the corridor itself. You had perched yourself here to hide, a hand reached out.

“Estrid?”

“Loki?”

He was younger too, the lines of centuries not yet drawn upon his alabaster skin. He was unblemished, no war wounds or family pains had yet harmed him. And he had used a name, Estrid. 

“Come down.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Talk to me?” His voice was earnest.

You looked up at him and allowed him to lift you from your hiding place, even in your dream his lithe strength was a comfort and you buried your face in his neck, hands in his hair, legs around his waist to hide your tears. 

“They’re going to send me away again. Move me again,” you sobbed.

“My father?”

“Yes, and my family too. Mother said I’m not safe but that’s not it. He hates me, Odin hates me and he wants me gone, I’m sure of it.”

Loki stroked your hair, equally stricken. How could he lose you when you had only just been returned to him.

You woke at the same time, sitting up panting and hot, still naked from the night’s activities. 

Loki reached out for you, pulling you back down against his naked chest as if in a trance. His hands danced over every part of you he could reach, checking that you were still there with him. You tangled their legs together, one hand in his hair, the other over his heart and felt it beat steadily. 

“Did you see it too?” You whispered

“Yes,” his voice wavered, it was nothing like the gentle lilt in your dream or the deep timbre he normally used. This voice betrayed the fear that he felt, that he couldn’t explain. 

“We knew each other? Before?”

“That was Asgard, that was the corridor outside of the bedrooms, mine and Thor’s. But I have no recollection of you being there.” Loki removed one hand from you to rub across his eyes, hoping the vision would reappear. 

“In my dream, I had a name.” 

“You did.” Loki looked at you, cupping your cheek and feeling your eyelashes flutter against his thumb. “Estrid.” He whispered. 

“Estrid.” 

Like magic, the veil over your memories fluttered, allowing you a feeling of what is was like to be Estrid, young and petulant, scared but loved. 

“Can I still call you Ásynja ?” 

“Of course.” You smiled at him, placing a kiss against his lips. “That’s just for us.” 

“Agreed.” Loki nodded, but he still felt troubled, his own memories of stirred, and it disturbed him how much had been hidden. What else had he forgotten? First Hela and now you, Estrid. 

When he’d seen your memories you’d been alone, here on Midgard, but in his dream he had found you in the corridor of the Royal bedchambers, how had you even been permitted to enter? 

He steeled himself against his worries, determined not to frighten you any further. 

You kissed the frown taking form on his forehead. “Maybe it was just a dream?” You offered and Loki agreed.

 But you both knew there was something deeper that you had yet to discover. You lay together, watching the sun rise, correctly, today, through the gauzy curtains of his bedroom. The walls, where he had imagined flames licking the night before, had the faint darkening of soot and the candles had melted into the plush carpet. 

In the following days you became bolder and Loki wondered if confidence was something you had ever truly lacked. Had you merely been toying with him this entire time? 

He was not going to protest, though, when you began sneaking into his room at night, sitting in his lap like a throne at any given opportunity and taking his hand boldly whenever you were together.

But every night the dreams continued. Your mind was full of Asgard, running along stone flags and manicured gardens. Meeting Loki in secret and planning childish tricks together. The scowl on Thor’s face when he saw you both approaching, his mother holding you close while you cried. The feel of his hand as he caught up to you and the damp grass beneath your feet. 

You had sat among the wild flowers outside of the palace, twining them together, and made two head dresses.

“Kneel,” you demanded, smiling. And Loki had fallen to his knees willingly to be crowned with dandelions, cornflowers and forget-me-nots. 

He rose, and placed a tiara of daisies and buttercups upon your head. 

“They’ll crown you for real soon, I suppose,” Loki  touched the delicate loops and curls of the stems at your temples. 

“I don’t want them to, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” You couldn’t look at him but he knew there were tears in your eyes nonetheless.

“Why not?”

“Then I’ll have to leave and go home, be a Queen, work. I want to be with you always.” You breathed and in your dream you climbed into his lap, your skirts billowing around you and covering his legs while you kissed him, grass stains appearing on your knees and his back. 

After a week of dreams Loki decided the best thing to do would be to speak with Thor. As much as he loathed asking his brother for anything, he was in your memories so you surely must appear in his. 

“Brother I would love to say that we all spent happy times on Asgard,” Thor thundered, sprawling himself out on the vast couch that took up most of the Avenger’s living area, “but I have no memory of the little one joining us in our childhood.” He shook you by the shoulder, a gentle admission that he was telling the truth, rather than trying to shut you out. He llooked thoughtful for a while, when Loki mentioned that the dreams had revealed your name, Estrid. 

“Valkyrie might  be able to tell you something, she knows many stories of Asgard. If she can not complete this story then she must know someone who can, perhaps we should visit Tonsberg?”

“An excellent idea, brother,” Loki agreed, standing and buttoning his suit jacket politely, “I’ve grown very weary of this tiresome place, and I believe Ásynja could use a change of scenery.” He held his hand out, helping you up from the cushions and then tucked your hand into his arm. 

“Yes! We can use the bifrost again, Val and I have -” Thor started to pace excitedly but Loki held up a hand. 

“Maybe we use a Midgardian aeroplane instead,” he turned his attention to your frightened face. There was no way you were travelling over the ocean by magic rainbow bridge

Thor looked between the two of you and then gave a disappointed sigh, shouldering Mjölnir he huffed, “fine.”

<<Part 5

Part 7>>

[highonmarvel]

girl- i'd do ANYTHING for a very dark!Thor x f!reader where reader is kidnapped and enslaved by him. Noncon, violence will be great.

Love ya! And ty, no pressure :))

-🪐

no it did not take me five months to answer this, who said that. i do apologise for the nearly half a year wait, i’m not sure what’s wrong with me, but i appreciate the ask, and your patience! love you to the moon and to saturn 🪐 alright, here we go:

No Words, Just Screams

Thor Odinson: A quiet and dignified rejection leads to consequences that are the exact opposite of it.

Thank you to the absolutely incredible @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me with this. You are seriously, seriously the best person ever, I love you so much.

additional content warnings here!

CONTENT WARNING, PLEASE READ: This piece includes graphic depictions of violence. Seriously, this is really dark; do not proceed if you are uncomfortable with explicit descriptions of physical abuse and rape. This is your warning. This is fucking dark. I am going to hell.

Non Con Warning

For only the second time in your life you reject a man. He seems nice enough—Thor, is his name—and you’ve seen him around a few times at a mutual friend’s parties, but you’ve hardly spoken to him; he’s gregarious and outgoing and he gets along well with everyone, including you. Though you hardly know him, he’s never given you a reason to dislike him; very short pleasantries have always been comfortable and even humorous, and everyone around you says he’s cool, you’ve just never had the opportunity to really learn anything about him, especially considering he never sticks with one group during a party, making his way through the crowd so everyone gets a piece of him, although it’s never been too much for you.

That’s why you’re so taken aback when he finds you outside and confesses his attraction to you. You had slipped out to the backyard to take a smoke break and try to relieve yourself of the pounding headache caused by the constant yelling and booming music inside.

“I really, really like you. And I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime.”

“Oh!” you startle, really not having expected this. “I… I’m sorry but no… I just don���t know you too well.”

For a moment you wonder if that was the right call—you haven’t really been on too many dates but you know the general idea of them is to get to know someone, and who knows, maybe you’d actually find yourself attracted to him; he’s not bad looking at all—strong arms, blue eyes, blond hair, the works—but you can’t say anything on him as a person. Nearly as immediately as that thought crosses your mind, it’s swept away when his expression changes.

The usually lighthearted and easygoing demeanour he carries vanishes into thin air, and the somewhat bashful nature he had around you as he asked you the question turns into something a little darker, and more serious.

You really can’t tell what’s wrong with this guy. You try to tell yourself he’s just feeling embarrassed and maybe even a little sad right now, but for some reason you suddenly notice the extreme height difference and avert your eyes.

Deciding it’s best to head back inside, you try to push past him on the narrow veranda where he stands blocking your path to the door. He’s still as you move and for a second you don’t think he’ll do anything until suddenly a calloused hand clasps around your wrist and you yelp in fright jumping back at the touch.

“Sorry!” he apologises nearly immediately with a breathy half-laugh.

You look up from his hand restraining you to find his eyes have softened and his popular but not douchey energy is back, as if that earlier spell was just a trick of light.

“I’ve just… never been rejected before,” he laughs again and shakes his head. His words sound lightheartedly incredulous, innocently surprised, but his grip on you is so strong you’re starting to lose feeling in the tips of your fingers.

“Uh— yeah, alright,” he lets your hand fall free and you gasp as the blood comes rushing back, cradling your wrist in the palm of your other. “Just know that you’re incredible, and any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You want to thank him for the compliment and for his interest, but you’re sort of frozen in bewilderment at his weird juxtaposition; his words are soft and sweet, but he won’t meet your eyes, staring into the distance as if focused on something; his reaction to your rejection wasn’t extreme, but it was so unsettling you’d rather he have yelled at you.

You give him a quick, tight-lipped smile before rushing inside and shutting the door behind you, not really caring that you left him out there. For 15 minutes you half-dance lingering by the backdoor, but it never opens again and he never steps in. Oh, God, you really hope no one saw that, you’d rather not be bombarded with questions about why Thor ditched the party after seeing you, but you also don’t want to leave immediately and be interrogated on why you and Thor left at the same time. Eventually you stop hanging at the back of the house and dance your way to the main area where Nat is swaying happily.

“Nat!” you yell her name over the music, moving into her sight line to try to get her attention.

“Oh, hey!” she says in an excited and high pitched voice, “Where’d you go?”

“I just went out for a breather and spoke to Thor.”

“You did?” she replies, closing her eyes as she moves to the music, “That’s great, he’s great!” She’s clearly drunk and you doubt that even if you got her alone for a bit she’d be able to understand what you’re trying to tell her. And what even are you trying to tell her? He didn’t hurt you (intentionally), he didn’t do anything wrong at all, in fact, he was overwhelmingly nice, but the way he switched was spine chilling.

You just nod and continue dancing until your legs are tired. You pour yourself a glass of water at the drink table, looking out through the window it’s pushed against into the street where parked cars are lined up and down the road. But one car is in the middle with the engine running, and you swear it’s Thor’s, but it’s just sitting there, and it’s too dark to tell if it’s him inside. If it is him, what’s he doing? Is he waiting for someone? He came here alone, but he stayed sober tonight, maybe so he could drive a few friends home because he was just that thoughtful, but… maybe that’s not the reason he’s sober while everyone else—including you—is drunk as fuck or high as shit.

Your mind swirls in confusion—worsened by the alcohol—as you try to get your bearings, trying to decide if maybe you really are just being unnecessarily skeptical and harsh on him. Whatever his intentions, you still felt weirdly uncomfortable, and you’re not really able to enjoy the rest of the night feeling slightly unnerved by his earlier presence.

You give Nat a quick goodbye and she waves, but you’re not sure if she heard you say you’re leaving or if she was just swaying to the music. The cool night air calms you down as you step through the front door, but you’re not at peace for long before you stumble and nearly fall face first into the concrete with a shriek. But you don’t feel the impact, instead, you feel steady arms catch you, and hold you a little tighter than necessary.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asks: Thor. Maybe he just went to drop someone off at home and he’s back now, there’s no reason to think he’s watching you or following you or anything like that; for Christ’s sake, you barely even spoke to him a few hours ago, you can’t even classify the interactions you’ve had with him as a conversation, and he’s known around here to be the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, so why does this feel so odd?

You grab onto his biceps to steady yourself, mumbling a thanks as you straighten to full height. You can’t really focus on his features considering you’re much drunker than you initially thought, but his cadence just doesn’t seem right.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Or, alternatively, what’s wrong with you?

“That’s not an answer, baby.” Baby? “You can’t even walk, let me take you home.”

The last thing you want to do is spend any time alone with him, even though you have to admit his offer seems better than sitting on the couch of a hot living room while people grind on each other all around you. What can you do? You’re feeling a little too out of it to reject his offer, but you know he can tell you don’t want this, and you know he can come up with a dozen reasons as to why you should get home, and why he should be the one to take you; you only really know Nat here and she’s in no condition to drive or even just walk you home, and you don’t live close, so walking alone isn’t just unfeasible based on distance, but after midnight is way too dangerous, and you might even hit the ground on your way.

His hand is light on your bicep, gently catching your attention as he gestures to his car with his other, like he’s laid a treat down to lure an animal into his cage. When you don’t move for a few moments, he guides you forwards; initially you try to resist him, planting your feet in the ground as he walks just a little ahead of you, but even his lightest tug is stronger than you can fight in this state, and you soon find yourself slowly walking with him, carefully eyeing the car.

He opens the back door and you slide in, head pounding and vision slightly blurred, but at least relieved you don’t have to sit next to him. You don’t realise you hadn’t given him your address until the car slows after ten minutes, and you groggily turn your now-heavy head towards the windows and peer at the unfamiliar yard the car is parked in.

Before you have time to question it, Thor gets out and slams the door behind him, the car rocks on its wheels and you try to clasp onto the car door but it’s flung open before you can latch onto it. A shrill squeal leaves your throat before your arm is caught in a death grip between a rough palm with fingers digging so hard into your arm you worry he’ll snap right through your bone.

“Thor—”

“Shut the fuck up!” he yells in your face, causing you to cringe back into the car but he harshly tugs you out and you fall to your hands and knees on the rocky pavement with a grunt, the stones splitting the relatively thin skin of your knees leaving abrasions dirty with sand and small rocks.

Thor’s hand tangles itself into your hair and you yelp as you grip onto his wrist and hastily stumble to your feet lest you risk him ripping your scalp off. If he feels your nails digging into his skin so hard trickles of blood run down your fingers, he doesn’t show it.

You let one hand go and attempt to swipe at him but he’s just far enough out of reach, and you’re not really able to land any hits on target given on your disorientation.

The door to what you assume is his house slams open and you’re flung so far in your slide across the floor for a few metres before hitting your head against the hardwood. You groan as you lift a hand to your temple to feel for a warm trickle of blood racing down the side of your face, but before you can bring your fingertips to your line of vision, a heavy and muddy boot presses onto your head, pushing your cheek into floor and clotting leaves and twigs into your hair. You gasp and try to reach back to pry his ankle off of you but he swats the hand away with one of his own and you let it fall to the floor with a whimper. He leans forward on his leg and lets out a disappointed sigh, crushing your face so your lips purse and you can’t even ask for him to stop.

“This could have been a lot easier, you know,” he says casually, as if saying yes to him was the definition of a no-brainer, and in his mind, it might have been; he’s never been rejected before, and by the way he’s behaving, you can tell he doesn’t know how to handle it.

Saliva drips out of your mouth and forms a small pool on the floor as he presses down harder, before he finally releases you and you’re able to place your hands underneath your shoulders and push your head up, and the room spins so fast you nearly regret doing so. You don’t have time for relief before you’re kicked so you have to roll over onto your back and stare up at this beastly man who seems to be becoming less human and more animal-like by the second, breathing heavily as if he’s the one who was practically thrown across the room and crushed under the weight of a tall man. His pupils have definitely dilated, making the anger in his eyes that much more intense.

Again he presses his foot down, this time to your stomach, knocking the wind right out of you. You try to squirm upwards from under him but he leans down and effortlessly wraps a large hand around your throat, stopping you in your tracks as you pivot your attention to prying him off of you and trying to get some air into your lungs again, ignoring the black spots that dot the corners of your vision.

He does finally let go of your neck but not before slamming your head into the floor, making you gurgle and sending a near-deafening ringing sound bouncing through your skull. You try to prop yourself up on your forearms but you can’t lift your head a few inches off the ground before it slams back down.

“I try… to be nice,” he growls as he steps over you, putting one foot on either side of your body, “And you… just wanna be difficult.” He brings his boot up and slams it down hard against your wrist, and your scream is so loud you nearly miss the unmistakable bone-crunching sound the stomp makes as your left wrist breaks under the impact.

“Please—” you begin, but are forced to let out a cry of pain as he presses down harder.

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” he bellows, but he finally frees your mangled hand and you gasp as you push over to your left side, wanting to grasp your wrist in your right palm but stopping short when noticing the hypersensitivity even as you brush your fingers lightly over your jagged skin is enough to make you want to pass out. “No words,” he continues, clearly trying hard to keep his voice level, though you can still hear the twinge of sadistic enjoyment at the edges of his words, “Just screams.”

He nudges you over until you’re lying on your belly again and makes quick work of kicking your legs apart. In anticipation of what’s coming, you try to kick at his crotch but he catches your ankle and crashes your leg back down to the cold, hard floor. The sound of him unbuckling his belt makes your heart rate pick up, drumming against your ribs is such harsh hits you’re scared it’ll break through. You try to claw forward but choke on a sob as you’re reminded of your broken wrist when the slightest movement causes blood to start painfully pumping through the site of injury.

When he spits in his hand, you break down and let out a wail, and based on the grunt he lets out as he strokes himself, it seems to only spur him on further. You don’t even know when he’s pushed your underwear to the side but when he feel his tip rest for a moment on your entrance, it makes you cry out a plea, using your right hand to claw at his thigh while hopelessly trying to thrash your legs with your thighs trapped under his knees that are painfully digging into your flesh, “No, no, no, please, please—”

He interlocks his fingers through yours making sure his palm presses down on your injured hand and his other hand pulls roughly at your hair to bring your head up. He spits in your face then slams your head back down so hard your teeth chatter and you taste warm blood filling your mouth.

He pushes into you with a frustrated grunt at how painfully dry you are, but that doesn’t stop him for long. He spits on his hand and reaches down to add a few wet fingers to his length, causing you to cry out at the painful and unnatural stretch. With a low growl in the back of his throat, he slowly pulls himself nearly entirely out of you before slamming his hips so far into you that you jerk forward and feel your walls tear around him. The sight of blood has him nearly drooling and makes his task of rocking into you a little easier, and you’re sick with the thought. You can’t even cry out for help, all your oxygen being used to actually keep yourself breathing despite your tortured cries and the fear you might actually split apart because of how relentlessly his massive length is pounding into you, literally tearing your cunt apart.

You feel his thrusts start to get sloppy as he loses his rhythm and his muscles tense up. With one final slam he releases himself and lets his heavy body fall on top of you, nearly suffocating you as you heave for enough air to cry. When he pulls out, you hear the disgusting sound of your blood mixed with his come before it drips onto the floor, and you hear him hum in delight as he shoves two fingers inside you earning a yelp before popping them into his mouth and moaning at the taste.

When his breathing calms down, he finally crawls up to look at you, your face stained with tears and snot and spit pooling underneath your flushed cheeks.

“Better get used to it, babe.”

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Between the Lines, Chapter 2

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Summary: The exchange of concubines amongst the noble houses of Asgard is nothing new to the royal family, however, it is to Asgard's solitary younger prince. Since Loki had always openly declared the tradition barbaric and loathsome, he shocks the court to its core when he changes his mind.

The trickster had yet another surprise in store when he selected you, a librarian from a noble house to occupy his bed.

You're stunned, intimidated, even afraid, of the sly second prince, but you know as well as anyone that to deny a royal decree is to court death.

And so you go, only to find that this mysterious man is not at all what you expected.

Pairing: Femme reader x Loki Pre-Thor 1 AU

CW: Allusions to sexual slavery dubcon/noncon within the society. Power imbalance. Eventual smut with questionable consent. Minors DNI.

AN: This will be a multi-parter but not a particularly long one, so if I leave you hanging between chapters, I promise it won't be particularly long before it all comes together.

Chapter 2

“Come. It will be a long night, and we have so much to learn.”

He takes your hand firmly, but delicately, as if leading you to a ballroom for a waltz. The tenderness of it catches you off guard. You expected to be yanked over to his bed and ravished, left with bruises, and disposed of. That's what everyone told you to expect.

Instead, he guides you through lavish double doors to what appears to be his personal library. You crane your neck up, straining to see the top of the high, dark shelves and rolling ladders, all intricately carved with braided motifs, interwoven with mysterious runes and imagery. You have the dizzying sense that this room is centuries older than you, possibly even older than the god beside you. A stained glass skylight (a mandala of daggers) drenches the large parlor with eerie, icy moonlight. It tangles with the warm glow of the candles below in swirls of subtle blue and gold.

Loki feels his heart thaw ever so slightly at your glowing innocent wonder; the pure love and reverence in your eyes for those tomes, for the history of beings telling each other stories and truths, fantastical or factual...of people reading to know they are not alone. People, like you and him, who so often felt alone, who felt the painful singularity of your existence like a needle through the heart.

He smiles with furtive satisfaction. Oh yes. He has done very well to pluck this librarian from her life, like a flower from a secret garden of rarities. He watches as you walked in small uncertain steps, trance-like, towards the nearest shelves, raising your hand to graze the spines as you read them. Suddenly, you remember your situation, and turn to your prince asking, “I'm sorry. May I touch them?”

He chuckles, and sweeps his hands out from where he had them clasped behind his back; palms out in an open, gracious, gesture. “Of course. What good is a library, after all, if no one uses it?”

You nod, feeling a shy smile peek out from behind your nerves. He watches, radiant with longing. Those luminous eyes follow your careful fingers, brushing the spines so lovingly...the same way he ached for you to stroke along the iron pillar of his own, smelting him sweetly into something softer.

He swallows, blinks the thought away, and dons his inscrutable mask again.

“Would you like something more comfortable?”

“More...more comfortable?”

“Well, yes. As absolutely ravishing as you look in that gown, I don't imagine it's very pleasant to wear.”

The way his deep voice dripped like honey around that “r” sends a liquid, sugary, excitement coursing through your veins. An emotion you didn't yet have a name or category for; something teetering between fear and arousal.

He leaves the room in quick steps, returning with a robe of lush green velvet, placing it gently into your hands.

Loki gives a dangerous smile and a charming wink. “And don't worry, darling. I'll avert my eyes.”

He does as he says, turning his broad back to you. The prince leans against the door frame feigning a relaxed indifference that he couldn't feel further from.

It takes some time to free yourself of all the panels and boning of the intricate dress. You wonder how something so revealing could actually have so many layers. You curse under your breath as you fiddle with a latch for the fifth time, then sigh with relief as it finally gives way.

He...snickers. The terrifying tactician, master of blades and battle, the ambitious dark prince of Asgard snickers at you and you can't help but snicker back. It was funny. You probably would have laughed harder if you weren't still stiff and stifled by fear.

Finally, you shed the last of the layers. The gown falls around you like dead leaves, as you swaddle yourself in the verdant drape of his robe, reviving ever-so-slightly.

You take a deep inhale (your first since this stressful day began). The fabric holds his fragrance; earthy, snow-laden pine trees on the darkest night of the year, sharp clean mint, and something dark and hypnotic you can't place, like an ancient poisonous flower. It lulls you into a cool comfort, stills your breath, and soothes your chafed skin. You wonder if his touch would feel like this, but even better, and the thought makes the blood rush to your cheeks.

“Better?” he asks over his shoulder.

“Yes. Much. Thank you, Sire.”

As you tie the gold cord, you observe the shelves in front of you: Cummings, Eliot, Shakespeare, Milton, Whitman, and Blake...Midgardian literature. Forbidden Midgardian literature.

You turn and say, “You have Midgardian books?”

“Yes,” he answers, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought they were forbidden.”

He drifts closer, gradually dominating your space. As his shadow envelops you, he say, “Indeed they are for ordinary citizens. Not for a prince of the realms.”

You nod and feel your face grow hot with embarrassment. Of course. Silly question.

“But,” he purrs with a lilt of mischief, “that does beg the question...how are you familiar with them?”

You fidget, suddenly feeling that the oversized robe is overwhelming your naked body beneath it as it swallows you whole.

“I am...was...a royal librarian and archivist. We have special dispensations.”

“Ah. Yesss.” he says with a sneaky hiss. It's not the whole truth and he knows it, but he decides to play with his food a bit longer before going in for the kill. He loves to bite, but he much prefers to kiss beforehand; lips before tongue, tongue before teeth, taking his careful time to taste.

His broad hand slides around your waist. The other arm gestures to the expanse of shelves. He leans down, nose and lips nuzzling ever-so-slightly into your hairline as he whispers, “please, select a book, darling. Whatever your heart desires. I want you to read to me.”

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Best left unread

(Alt title: A story at its end)

Loki x reader angst!!!

Tw: Death, angst, probably ooc, violence, description of injury.

((Unedited))

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Perhaps our love belongs in a book, yet its entirety would be a tragedy, that I was the only one not to see.

A book so monotonously sad that you might as well just close it on its first page because you already know its end, my end.

A book best left unread.

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You met him first in youth. A library of all places and a quiet little boy living in a shadow. A boy who did not even need that of which cast it to make him feel inadequate.

Your friendship came in its strangest form, a hand held out to him in silence. It was easy making friends as a child, a mere gesture of acknowledgment was enough to ensure company.

“My name is Loki.”

The quiet words that were the starting pistol to the race of your demise.

Months were spent like that, his quiet nature had made him much reserved. But, you met, day in day out, met until you could read him like an open book, till his careful blunt words became beautiful soft calligraphy. Each chapter a new story to unravel, a new challenge to face and a promise to each other to last the test of time. Time seemed only a villain.

He introduced you to his brother and to his mother. There you met his shadow-caster. The adored Thor, strong and worthy. In his blue eyes, there found no trace of Loki. He was a bare, sterile, glowing hallway and Loki was a cozy library at its end. Their contrast was straining, dilation from the glowing potential of Thor to the self assigned defeat.

So childhood memories consisted of him, of helping him, of stocking his hypothetical shelves full of stories of eachother and their adventures, of calm moments and dreams, of secret escapades, of hope.

You wanted to give him a chance, a chance to relight the flame every child should have. You didn’t care if he destroyed the shelves and burnt your stories if only it would allow his flame to grow stronger.

Naive. You were naive.

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Then you grew, teenage years grew steadily upon you. It was here that the first sign was missed

You didn’t do enough.

He became bitter and resentful despite all the work, his brother soon facing the brunt of his angst. You assumed perhaps it was rivalry, a natural tendency and that his rationality would sink in, that he would become his own person.

The books were what kept you both alive. You kept meeting in that library. Books allowed for you to live hundreds of lives, but the longer you read, the sooner you came to find that no book would allow you to live a future with him.

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"Please.. you can't do this.. you know you shouldn't."

You plead with him, but what does it matter anymore, why should he listen to you. His heart was unreachable, unreadable, how could you ever understand.

He hurt people.

Something broke in the boy from all those years ago, something you could not fix. Although perhaps he loved you, still.

Perhaps he found solace from his thoughts in the place were he was anything but himself.

But it is hard to love another, when you are not yourself.

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The day he destroyed New York, was the day the red could never wash out of his ledger. There was simply too much damage, to the world, to innocents, and to his mind. He was different.

His imprisonment left him dark. The library was no more, but that did not stop you from going to him.

Perhaps it was in a delusion, that he would see error, that he would come back.

But he didn't.

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"Why did you do it..?"

You ask one night, back to the glass, you knew his face well enough, to look at him was to admit he was no longer yours.

"Because I could. Why else?"

He's a liar, a good one, that much is obvious, but that doesn't stop a tear rolling down your cheek. Perhaps he sees, or simply knows, because he does not go on. Perhaps he loved you back, once.

"I'm sorry"

You manage out, refusing to let him hurt you. Instead wanting to hurt him, to be angry, not physically, you have no strength enough to beat him in any duel, but you want to hurt him.

"I'm sorry that I was not enough for you. I'm sorry that you crave such chaos. I'm sorry that I cannot fix you."

Many will learn of Romeo and Juliet. Perhaps ponder the stupidity of it, the monotony of the same reused story, a destiny set in centuries old script.

Death.

You allowed your soul to die for him

Yet morbidity granted a vision. Now it is easier to see, perhaps the concept of destiny is a metaphor, a warning. A lesson to the lovers who were never meant to be.

Shakespeare himself knew your fate and yet you believed somewhere in a selfish heart that you could have him. How childish you were, are, were. The only dagger used was the shard formed by your own actions and his poison was his own dear nature.

For the first time, you allow yourself to debate the possibility that his heart can no longer love amidst such hatred and it stung as an infused knife.

His antidote was his loveless heart, but for you? Perhaps the poison he came to be would have easier to treat then the wounds of a blade, especially one you forged so blindly.

The words likely meant nothing to him, not yet, but they would, you knew they would, because life is cruel. The words line an end of a chapter, a book best left unread, unfinished.

But of course, that is not how books work. There is always an ending.

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Bitterness grew in his absence, something destructive. What was there to be delicate about when all that surrounded you were the reminders of him and his betrayal.

The world fell upon such darkness that there was no net to save from its pull.

If it was chaos he wished for, it was chaos he would get.

It allowed you to wonder as well, does his heart still pain for you as yours does? There was a certain hope, a certain bitterness. Yes.

Because, In this tale of Romeo and Juliet, you were the only one to die. Not quite so literally, but a souls death, one who never asked to become cruel is granted some bitterness.

As the body of your old mind rots and its body caves, in this dark coffin. You pray he thinks of you.

You don't pray to any god, no. But instead pray to an inevitable hell that you'll meet him there. That he is forced to love you for eternity as the monster he’s made, because even still you loved him as the monster he was before.

It would have been a fitting punishment, one should think.

You hurt people, destroyed lives, broke hearts, all for it to come to the end of your home.

There was nothing to fight for anymore, no home to go back to. No tangible thing to place the bitterness anymore.

Something seemed to set in place.. something needed to change.

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Life was hard, with asgard destroyed what life was there to live.

What life but to live among the midgardians, and so that is where you were, living a life, a librarian of all things, a place that so dearly reminded you of the one thing you could not have.

A love not bound by him holding another's affection, but by his selfishness.

A hatred that no love could heal.

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There was no doubt in the signs that he was there, that he would come, watch, perhaps something remembered a childhood, something he lost, perhaps he remembered his blame, his sorrow.

But oh how life was to destroy him.

He was to learn why, why we tell tales. Why stories of morbid tragedy live on.

They live on as warnings.

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Something about a beautiful infinite sky made you feel all the more forgiving as you head laid on a warm lap, glancing up at the face you see whenever you close your eyes.

Or perhaps it was the large shard of shrapnel jutting from your stomach, or the large puddle of blood that began to pool from below your back, staining his legs a foul sickly red.

Perhaps an active war zone was not the best time to share apologies, but it didn't seem to matter, neither of you could say a word.

Your hand reaches up, the blood staining your fingertips, but it hardly matters, he does not care that it leaves harsh prints on his face, he moves to cradle it, to push his face into a warmth that he hasn't felt in years, a warmth that is quickly fading away.

You look, into those eyes, into the world you built together, the shelves of stories, of lives, all seemed to have an end, and end for you both, so why did this have to be the one reality without.

You try to imagine our library, between the shelves and the dust, the ink and the letters, finding the souls that burned in leather bound tomes and scripts. Finding the words that were written but never read, words that told you your end, and end in the land of the lost.

Tears welled in his eyes, but you couldn't focus, he was warm now.. that shouldn't be right, he had never been warm before. Or perhaps, it was that you were colder than him.

For he was your tragedy, a rotten Romeo, but maybe you were just as bad. Perhaps you were the Lady to his Macbeth, perhaps it was a hand crafted tragedy, made by the blood stained hands that now grasp one another in desperation.

Perhaps this union was despised by the very fates three. For together, it seemed to create the greatest tragedy, one that tore a heart and scattered it within centuries old tales, so that he may never hear those names without thinking of us.

He knew, he knew you, he knew this tragedy well.

How ironic it was.

How ironic that you were led there dying, and he was to die soon thereafter.

How convenient it would be that as his throat tightens in sobs he is raised up by it, his feet hanging limply as your head hits the ground.

What had he to fight for?

This was fate.

This was just another story at its end.

[michelleleewise]

Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x Asgardian female reader

Warnings: fairly graphic violence, mentions of blood, family drama, swearing.

Summary: everything comes to a head as Loki tries to escape with you......

A/n- a very special thank you to @mochie85 for being my BETA and helping me through this!! Your amazing!!! 💚💚

Part Eleven--Part Twelve-

You huffed, rolling to your back you squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus the pain away. "Well well, we haven't had an escape attempt in thousands of years...let alone one that involved a member of the royal family." You heard Odin's voice bellow around you. Turning your head you opened your eyes seeing Loki pushing himself up from the ground, flipping his hair back you saw a gash on his forehead, red dripping down his face as he brought his hand up wiping it away. "I know of your plan Odin, let them go!" You heard frigga yell as you rolled over pushing yourself up "silence traitor!" Odin yelled making you jump. "After everything I have done for you you betray me!?" He continued, the sound of boots and metal filling the air as you sat back on your knees.

"Everything you've done? You took everything from me!" Frigga yelled as she stormed up to Odin, standing face to face with him she stood her ground, her hand beginning to glow when you saw Thor round one of the hedges, every Einherjar in asgard trailing behind him. "Father, what is going on?" Thor asked gripping his hammer tightly "your mother attempted to set this traitor loose." Odin said taking a step back as Thor's eyes shot to frigga. "Mother, is this true?" Thor asked stepping up to her. "I will not see an innocent killed because of your father's schemes." She said glaring at Odin. "What do you speak of? What schemes?" Thor asked looking between them.

"Your father sent y/n to Jotunhiem to kill their king." She said pointing at Loki "but...we have no quarrel with Jotunhiem." Thor said looking to Odin "h...he told me king Loki was attacking villages through the realms, cutting off trade routes and killing innocents." You said holding your side as you stood "that is not possible I would have been informed." Thor said facing you "that is because I have not attacked anyone!" Loki yelled making it to his feet. "Odin lied, sending this woman to my realm to slaughter me while I slept. Had I not felt the presence of dark magic I would have been none the wiser." He continued dabbing at the cut on his forehead. "I uncovered the plot against me, and found he was also aided in his endeavor by the princess of Vanahiem." Loki said as Thor's eyes shot to Odin.

"Is this true father? Did you conspire to assassinate their king in a time of peace?" Thor asked stepping towards him. "Who are you to question me!?" Odin yelled making Thor step back "I am to be king..." Thor started "but your not king!" Odin yelled taking a step towards Thor "when you are, you will understand sacrifices have to be made for the good of the realms." Odin said looking at frigga. "But father..." Thor tried again as Odin yelled incoherently at him silencing him. Turning to the guards Odin looked at the three of you "take these traitors to the dungeons." He said pointing to loki and frigga and take her to the executioner, she has a date with the ax." He said smiling at you. "You will not touch her or I'll have your hand." Loki growled stepping towards you, putting himself between you and the guard. Bringing his leg up he pulled the dagger from his boot ready to lunge.

"Kill him!" Odin yelled banging gungnir on the ground seeing all the guards point their weapons at Loki. "Let's see what your all made of." He smiled, flicking his wrist you watched his skin slowly change from the Illusion to its natural blue hue. "Beautiful." You sighed seeing his head turn back to you smiling "thank you dear." He winked turning his attention back to the army in front of him as the first guard lunged at him, grabbing the middle of the spear he whipped around pressing his back to the guards chest bringing his dagger up he sunk it into his side, smiling hearing the guard cry out. "All of you stop this!" Thor yelled to the guards as Loki lifted his hand, a green light emanating from it before an army of Loki's appeared from thin air encircling the guards as Loki pulled his dagger free.

Running over to you he grabbed the chain that hung between your cuffed hands wrapping it around his hands he pulled hard snapping the chain grabbing the back of your head he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed him back with the same force, tilting your head you molded your lips to his, parting them you pressed your tongue past his parted lips, the coldness of his mouth making you gasp as he devoured you when he pulled back, a smile spread across his face as he pressed his forehead to yours. "For Jotunhiem." You whispered looking up into his ruby eyes "for you." He whispered back, quickly pecking your lips he squeezed your hand before pulling away diving back into the fight.

You looked around laughing seeing the guards flailing and swinging their weapons at the hundreds of Loki's that surrounded them when your eyes caught site of Frigga, sword in hand fending off a small group of guards with a smile on her face. "For you Loki." You whispered swinging the chains that hung from your wrists you ran towards the queen swinging hard hitting the first guard in the face knocking him back, continuing to the next when you heard a familiar whistle sound through the air, ducking just in time to miss mjolnir whizzing past your head "Thor odinson!" Frigga yelled as the hammer shot back returning to its owner. "Mother, y/n stop this at once and I will speak with father!" Thor yelled running over to you "im afraid the time for talking is over!" Frigga yelled lifting her arm throwing a blast of seidr at an approaching guard.

"Whatever father has done, this is treason!" Thor bellowed holding his hammer out at her "and I will protect the crown and our people from any threat." Thor said watching her "Thor, you need to listen..." you were cut off as Thor glared at you "and you...we took you in, trained you, treated you as family and this is the thanks we get?" Thor snapped walking towards you "Thor, things aren't what you think!" You yelled looking around for an escape as he lifted the hammer "for asgard!" He yelled lifting the hammer above your head you screwed your eyes shut "loki is your brother!" You yelled, waiting for the blow but it didn't come. Slowly opening your eyes you saw Thor staring at you wide eyed "wha..." he suddenly stopped doubling over when you saw Loki standing behind him, his dagger sunk into Thor's side. "I told you, you will not touch her." He growled pulling his dagger free as Thor collapsed to his knees.

"Loki wait!" You yelled as he slowly stalked around Thor towering over him "my fight is not with you son of odin." He growled at Thor as he looked up at him "a fight with Asgard is a fight with me." Thor said holding his side "i only want Odin, keep your precious Asgard." Loki said straightening up he looked out at the Einherjar, holding his hand up he summoned more duplicates as he stepped back from Thor. Looking over you saw Odin step out from a small group of guards holding out gungnir "Loki!" You yelled running towards him when Odin shot a blast from the spear, freezing when you saw Frigga push Loki aside, the blast shooting her back into the small patch of flowers she had brought you to "Frigga!" You yelled running towards her you dove to your knees next to her hearing her groan "Thank the norns." You breathed, seeing the armor on her chest took most of the damage.

"Mother!" You heard Thor's voice yell, static electricity filling the air as he stumbled over falling to his knees next to her "s..she's ok." You said unstrapping her armor you tossed it aside hearing her cough. You grabbed her hand looking up meeting Loki's eyes offering a small smile seeing him grip his daggers tighter "Borson!" Loki yelled quickly turning away from you storming into the frenzy of guards. Holding both hands up he clenched his fists, a wave of green shot from him sending the guards flying in all directions, his duplicates flickering away leaving him and Odin alone on the battlefield. "Finally come to face me...laufeyson." Odin sneered as they circled eachother "you have crossed me for the last time." Loki growled holding his dagger towards him "let's end this." Odin said pointing gungnir at Loki "it will be my pleasure monster." Loki said, a smile spreading across his face as they lunged at eachother.

You watched with baited breath as Odin swung the spear at Loki's head, tilting his body back it barely missed his face as he spun on his heel bringing his hand up a blast of green shot from his palm hitting Odin in the chest knocking him back. "I expected more from the ruler of all the realms, your getting slow in your age old man." Loki sneered stalking towards him "you think you can do as you wish...damn the consequences!?" Loki yelled watching Odin's grip on gungnir tighten "you took my mother..." he growled throwing another blast at him "you stole the casket from my father..." he said, throwing another at him pushing him back "you took the woman I loved from me..." he growled lowering his chin. Your heart sank hearing of his past love, you squeezed Frigga's hand looking down feeling your stomach turn

"And you dared put your hands on my queen!" You heard Loki yell, your eyes shot up seeing both his hands glowing "you are no king, you are a tyrant!' Loki yelled, the air vibrating around you as Loki's anger turned outwards. You dove on top of frigga bracing yourself as a wave of deep green light shot out from his chest desumating everything around him, throwing Odin back against a large tree with enough force to snap it. "I, Loki Laufeyson...and Friggason." He said looking over to you and Frigga "will make you pay for what you have done, not only to me but to the ones I love." He said stenrly holding his palms put to Odin when movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. You looked over seeing Thor stand beginning to swing mjolnir "Thor no!" You yelled catching Loki's attention you saw Odin take the advantage sending a blast to his chest from his spear.

You got to your feet as Odin advanced on him, standing over him with the spear to his throat "I am going to do what I should have done when I found out about you." Odin sneered, lifting the spear you you ran as fast as your legs would allow, bending done you picked up one of the discarded spears from the ground rounding behind Odin "for jotunheim!" You yelled, sinking the dagger into Odin's back hearing him gasp and freeze. You let go of the spear as he dropped gungnir, slowly turning to you his eye wide, a trickle of blood steaming from his lips when he grabbed your shoulders hard. Looking down you saw the spear had run him all the way through, the sharp end sticking out of his chest when he roughly pulled you towards him, your chest meeting his.

"Nooo!" You heard Loki yell as pain burst through your chest, everything flashed before your eyes as time seemed to halt when you felt your body pushed backwards, your back hitting the ground hard knocking the air from your lungs. You looked up to the sky, your heart feeling like it would burst out of your chest when you felt a hand under your head "Darling! Can you hear me?" You heard Loki's voice break through the haze. "L..loki..." you panted, trying to fill your lungs when you felt a coldness on your cheek "I'm here y/n, stay with me." You heard him say, panic lacing his voice when you tilted your head seeing his beautiful crimson eyes, tears brimming in them making you furrow your eyebrows "w..whats wrong?" You asked reaching your hand out touching his cheek. "N...nothing dear, everything..." he trailed off looking up "frigga!" He yelled before looking back down to you. "Everything will be fine dear, just...stay awake for me alright?" He asked giving you a small smile.

"But...I...I'm really tired." You breathed, more air leaving your lungs then entering "just for a m..minute...I'll close my eyes for a second." You said feeling a shiver running through your spine, your fingers and toes beginning to tingle "no no no, keep those beautiful eyes open." He urged lightly tapping your cheek "you must get her to the healers." You heard another voice cut through the haze. "I do not trust your healers, what if they put her back in the dungeons?" Loki's voice echoed in your head "you will have to take her back then...now!" The other voice said sternly when you felt your body float into the air "hold on for me y/n." Loki's voice penatrating the haze "c..can I s...sleep now?" You asked feeling your cheek press against something solid "no, not yet dear." He said making you sigh. "Get her to the bifrost, I shall meet you there!" The other voice yelled making you flinch. "W..why is everyone y...yelling?" You said furrowing your eyebrows, hearing a heartbeat in your ear "no more yelling, I promise." You heard Loki say making you smile.

You listened to the steady beat of the heart under your ear, the sway of your body beginning to lull you to sleep "y/n, wake up!" You heard Loki say sternly making you jump "w..will you d..do something for me?" You asked, your own voice sounding far away "anything dear, name it and it is yours." He said making you smile "t...tell Loki...tell him i...I love him." You whispered feeling your head lull back "y/n!" You heard your name called out but sleep was calling to you like a siren you couldn't escape. "Loki...i..." you tried when everything stopped and you were drug under into the darkness.

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Tempting Touch (18+)

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Loki are on a family vacation in Norway, together with Thor and Jane, sharing a cosy, little hut. Alcohol gets involved, causing you to become much more bold and loosening up your boundaries. The problem? The walls are very thin and Ella sleeps right next to the bed...

Warnings: this is veeeery spicy and suggestive - like... really! (Light) smut alert!

Minors DNI. This story is rated 18+!

Word Count: 1,3k

a/n: Well... Here comes the Loki 'smut'! This oneshot ended up really hot guys, ngl... 👀 I have absolutely no idea how this happened... 👀 Had the feeling I should put an 18+ warning on it... That happens not often... 👀 Enjoy!

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"Darling, what are you doing?" Loki asked with his deep, scratchy voice; still laced with sleep. The rough touch of your fingertips had managed to wake him up, as your hand was mapping out his bare upper body; nails scratching over his sensitive skin. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but certainly enough to leave red marks behind.

Normally, Loki loved when you literally jumped him like a starved wolf pounced a sheep, but not this time. Not tonight. Not in the situation you both were in... On a family vacation with Thor, Jane and the two little girls, in Norway, living together in a small, cosy hut. Not when his brother and sister-in-law were sleeping in the next room; only separated by thin walls. Or with your three-year-old daughter sleeping straight beside the bed.

The god blinked his eyes open. The snug, small room was still dipped in complete darkness; yet Loki could make out the full moon, which hung high in the Norwegian sky from his spot in the bed, telling him that it must be very late. His attention got immediately redirected to the sudden touch of your hand, skimming his bulging abdominals now. He quickly lowered his gaze, looking straight into your face. "Finally..." You literally purred, biting your lip. Loki blinked. What in all the nine realms was going on here? He asked himself. Was this... a dream? You were laying on your stomach, bathing in the moonlight. Your legs were high in the air, criss-crossed; swaying gently back and forth. With one elbow propped up on the bed, you steadied your head. That wouldn't have been an abnormal thing or position - if you weren't laying in between his spread legs! Loki swallowed hard, only noticing now that the duvet, which was once wrapped around his body was nowhere to be seen anymore. "Darling... What are you doing?" He asked again. You smiled seductively, tugging at the waistband of his black trunks. "What do you think I'm doing?" You asked in a hushed tone, tickling the inside of his right muscular, thick thigh with your fingertips, sending a jolt through his body. Heat crawled up within him, shooting straight to the place between his legs.

And suddenly it dawned on him; realisation hitting him like a Hulk smash. His sleep clouded brain finally caught up; indicating that your moves were anything but innocent.

Not that Loki didn't like to indulge in secret and forbidden... adventures, but this? This was supposed to be a 'family bonding trip'... Not a repeating of yours and his honeymoon... Alright. Admittedly, he would've liked that very much, but- "Uhhh..." Loki hissed quietly, as your touch ripped him once again out of his thoughts. This time though, your hand slipped inside his trunks; cool palm meeting piping hot skin. "D-Darling, s-stop, please," Loki whined silently, fighting against his own lust. "Why, baby?" Your quiet, oh so innocent voice urged to his ears. "B-Because we are not alone, a-and our daughter is sleeping right beside u-us." A soft giggle slipped past your lips. "So? Jane and Thor are sleeping in the next room and Ella is out like a light - just like Eisa." You whispered, smirking up at him. "As long as you stay quiet and keep your pretty mouth shut..." Loki's blue eyes widened at your rather bold suggestion. Usually, you were the responsible-minded and kept him grounded in situations like that. What by the Norns caused you to be this bold? Acting so... reckless and taking such a big ri- Oh... It fell like scales from his eyes. Perhaps the original Norwegian Aquavit was a tad bit too strong for you, resulting in you, getting quite tipsy. You sometimes behaved like that when you had consumed a certain amount of alcohol. Loki guessed tonight was such a night... Shit. He swallowed hard, trying desperately to keep his cool.

"I-I know, darling, but no," Loki started, placing his hand on top of yours (The one which was still buried inside his pants.) to keep you from going further. "You told me the day we went to the airport, that I am not allowed to seduce you on this trip and - I quote 'Keep those big, strong, magical hands off you', and now you're trying to seduce me? That's not quite fair." A pout crawled immediately up your face. "But Looookes... Baby... I know you want this, too..." You started, seemingly ignoring all his words completely. Though, your pout quickly turned back into that cheeky smirk within seconds. "I can feel it." You stated, waggling your eyebrows. His eyes travelled quickly from your face, to his crotch and back to you. Oh hel, Loki cursed internally, feeling his upcoming issue as well, of course. "I do. There's no way in denying it, but we can't, love. We simply can't. I'm trying to be the responsible-minded. We both know we shouldn't do th- Ohhh…" Loki's words faded into a low moan as you quickly shook off his hand, which had loosened its grip on top of yours and began to move your hand within his black trunks, increasing his arousal even more. Exactly the thing Loki wanted to prevent - and failed. "Y-Y/N, l-love, please..." He desperately tried to stop you again, but felt as well how you slowly but surely teared down his resistance. Why does it have to feel so good? You giggled once again; loving it when he was begging you – whenever to stop or to continue. "See? You just... need to give in, baby." The god shook his head; the still rational thinking part of his brain trying desperately to hold on, before his own neediness was going to swallow it whole. He hadn't had you in almost two weeks now... "N-No, darling, I shouldn't, I..." His words died in his throat for the third time, muscly chest heaving and abdominals clenching with every shaky breath he took, as he watched you seductively pull off the last item of clothing which provided him from being entirely nude - with your teeth. How in all the nine realms was he able to resist you? This?

Seconds later he laid to your feet in all his naked glory, completely at your mercy and ready for you to take all your pleasure from him. His brain visibly needed a moment to catch up; too overwhelmed by your sudden movements. Your mind may have been a bit fogged up by the alcohol, but you still had the control over your actions. So, you used Loki's moment of surprise, and decided to tempt him even further and send him on a sweet, erotic pathway without a chance to turn back. Your lips curved into another smirk, as you dipped your head and licked a stripe from the base of his manhood, up to his navel, feeling the fine silk hairs of his happy trail tickling your tongue. Loki responded with a breathy moan; "Y-Y/N..." muscles spasm underneath your sinful touch. You almost had him - and you knew it.

The god wanted to start a last, desperate attempt to stop you, but as soon as your oversized sleep shirt hit the bedroom floor, alongside your panties, he was a lost cause; trapped in the spell you put on him. You smiled a small, victorious smile, before you bit your lip and started to climb slowly on top of your husband.

The rational thinking voice inside Loki's head died down; drowned in pure lust. A frown adorned his face, air leaving his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff while his eyes watched you lowering yourself down on him. Your face contorted in sheer pleasure, as your hips met his. Loki's mouth formed the perfect 'o'; hands shooting up to grip your waist firmly and probably leaving a bruise, frantically keeping you locked to him. Coming home… It felt like coming home…

Words were unable to leave Loki's lips. He had lost his voice already a long time ago. Everything his vocal cords were able to produce were muffled, silent cries and moans, while you slowly and silently catapulted him into the deepest abysses of pleasure.

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The song of the waves Dark!surfer!Thor x f!reader

GIF NOT MINE, found it on Pinterest <3

Warnings: none, for this chapter, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Thor seems the nice guy, but don't let yourselves fooled so easily. Also, English is NOT my first language, so if there are any further mistakes, I apologize. Enjoy! xxx

<- Ch.1

The plane trip seemed to last forever, but you had the chance to actually enjoy all this thing when you landed. As soon as your feet touched the sand, you inhaled deeply the salty air. The ocean was more beautiful than the pictures you saw on Google last night when you typed: Tavarua Island.

You finally persuaded your friends to walk to your hotel, and not to take a car, wanting to see the surroundings more.

When you stepped in the hotel, you could only ask yourself how much could all this trip possibly have costed. You tried to swallow the weird gut feeling you had, putting all your uncomfortableness on the theme it was a new place.

You unpacked, and arranged all your stuff on the cupboard in your enormous room. Tyler suggested you all stay inside, but you really wanted to go for a walk.

Despite your whole mood, you decided you were just paranoid and you left the hotel, walking and admiring the places. Your friends remained in their rooms, but you didn't care. It was too beautiful outside just to stay indoors, having tons of drinks and flirting with the hotel stuff, in your opinion.

You enjoyed the seagulls cranking, and the sound of the waves brushing the sand.

As you were walking around, you jumped when you heard a crack under your sneaker. It was a hermit crab, and you have cracked his peachy, almost skull-colored shell.

"oh, nooo..." you mumbled, picking him up. "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.." you whispered to the crab, hurrying to put it in a place where no one else could cause it more damage. You crouched down, your short dress reaching your thighs now.

As you were letting the crab go, you heard someone's step behind you. When you got up and turned on your heels, your face met a broad, muscular chest. Embarassed, you took a step back, finally looking at the man.

He seemed like a giant for you, and you felt so freaking infant in his presence. His piercing blue gaze made your words die in your throat, as you started fidgeting. He smiled, clearing his throat.

"Well, well...I haven't seen someone trying to save a poor creature so desperately." The man started. His voice sounded like thunder, deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

You looked down, cheeks flushing as you mumbled back akwardly "yeah, I-I...I like animals..."

He nodded in response, as he looked down at you. "I haven't seen you around before..." he declared, as you clenched your jaw, feeling his gaze burning holes through your skin.

"Y-yes, I'm on vacation with my friends" you admitted. You told him your name, as he hummed.

"I'm Thor. This island is quiet and we're not so many around... I live here, little one, I know everything" you blushed slightly at the nickname. "Maybe I can show you off this place, later today." Thor suggested. You nodded, as you opened your mouth to thank him. "We will come, sure..." You said. He arched his brows and asked "We...?" You nodded as he clenched his jaw, a possible hint of jealousness in his expression. "Y-yes, me and my friends...the ones I came with..." Thor looked at you deeply again, as a smirk curled his lips, but haven't reached his eyes. "Very well then, see you later, little one.."

You looked at him as he went further, putting on his suit and going in the ocean with his board. You started re-loading the conversation in your brain, as you returned to your hotel. All of a sudden, something else hit your mind. "Thor..." you thought "what an unusual name..."

You tried to fight the urge to ghost him and not come with your friend tonight, but he was just being nice....right?

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As Thor got in the water, he couldn't think of anything else besides you.

You were so innocent, so pure in your little dress, hair dancing in the wind. He groaned as he remember your legs, how the dress cupped your breasts perfectly, how sweet your smile was.

He felt himself getting harder, at the thought of you moaning his name, under him, bearing his children, having you all only to himself. From the moment he saw you walking on the beach, he wanted you, needed to have you. You were the one he wanted.

And he WILL have you, no matter what.

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Maneater (Chapter 1)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, mentions of sex, kissing, betrayal (because reader is very bad at self control)

synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up.

word count ➩ 800

“Truth or dare, Sophia?” says a drunk frat boy. You’re barely paying attention to the game. Instead you are focusing on the music that plays. You listen as it goes from The Killers to Kendrick Lamar. And from Kendrick to Dua Lipa. And from Dua to…

“Y/n?” Your friend, Wanda, pulls you out of your trance. 

“Truth or dare?” you hear a dude ask. The voice belongs to Thor, who definitely falls under the dumb jock stereotype. He’s not mean, but he also isn’t nice. It’s his ego that repels you.

“Dare,” you say without hesitation.

“Hmm,” he pretends to think. You already know he’s gonna tell you to kiss him. It’s written all over his face for one, he’s giving you major ‘fuck me’ eyes. “Kiss me,” and there it is. You walk over to him, grab him by the cheek, and connect your lips to his. It starts to get awkward for everyone as he sticks his tongue in your mouth as far as it will go. Not wanting to continue this uncomfortable embrace, you pull back and return to the spot beside Wan. Drinking your vodka and cranberry juice, you dare her to take a shot. 

As the game goes on you think about things. Like all those times Jane, your roommate, mentioned she had a thing for Thor. Well by the looks of it, he does not feel the same way. He’s a player and she should know that. The only reason he kissed you was the hope of sex. He’s not a keeper, so no, you don’t feel bad about your dare.

A half hour goes by and the game finally ends, leaving you to go back to your house. When suddenly, Thor pops by your side. “Can I walk you home?” He asks.

“Uhh, sure,” you give him a slight smile. A walk home is innocent, and you like the sound of having a football player by your side as you travel across campus in the dark. 

“So, I know we haven’t really talked that much, but I think you’re really cool and pretty, and maybe sometime we can go on a date.” He takes you by surprise, maybe Jane was right. Honestly, you had never expected the word date to come out of his mouth, and it’s really making you want him. What girl doesn’t like a little bit of attention?

“You know what, I’d really like that, but my friend is sorta in love with you.”

“Who,  Jane?”

“Yeah” You feel kinda wrong for telling him, but you’re not in middle school and it seems like he already knows. Your friendship with Jane is pretty superficial, she really just uses you for your notoriety among male students. But you’re not complaining, her dad pays for your housing. Of course you offered to pay your share, but he insisted.

“She’s spoiled and petty, but you, you’re perfect.” Shit. Fuck. Thor is saying all the right things. The silence that surrounds you is comforting, and you don’t feel bad at all, everything feels safe as you walk for a few uninterrupted seconds. 

“Listen as much as I want to kiss you, and I really do, I just can’t. I have to respect my friend, and she really likes you. You’re off limits”

“Wow, you’re a really good friend, sorry I don’t mean to make you feel pressured.”

“No, don’t feel bad. Shit, I made this awkward.”

He chuckles. “No you didn’t, just, I shouldn’t have asked you out” For three minutes, the two of you walk in silence. But being a good person was never your strong-suit. 

“What you said it isn’t true, I’m not a good friend.” He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. As you approach your doorway, your lips run to his, leaving the two of you making out right in front of your rental. His tongue is much more calculated than it was at the party, and his hands start to squeeze your ass. That’s when you pull back. You can’t do this.

“I’m sorry,” you say, disappointment evident in your tone. This is just wrong, you’re a horrible friend. You run to your door and slam the it shut. What the fuck did you just do? As you melt into the wall, struggling to breathe, you see Jane with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I did that.” 

Suddenly, your home is filled with screams of disappointment, anger, sadness, jealousy, and just about every negative emotion known to man. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” And you don’t bother reasoning with her, she will always get her way. 

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relinquish the crown: outfits & portraits

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Placement: before the main story; decades before 'at first sight'

Summary: While on a vacation in Midgard with your friends, you encounter a beautiful stranger.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); a few cuss words; Astrid (pre-antagonist era); implied smut [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: the last part takes place in Season 3 when the spell's lifted and they're happy & married

"Princess, what in the Nine even possessed you with the idea to purchase this…apartment? And when?"

You turned to face Halley, a lady in waiting for your grandmother, Queen Frigga, who had been sitting comfortably in an arm chair inside the living area of your apartment on Midgard. On a whim, you and your friends decided that perhaps you could all take a trip to the realm simply to have a break from the duties that swamped your daily schedules.

"Well a few decades ago I'd presented the idea to the Allfather that perhaps I could find a way to make my own wealth separate from the House of Odin, and naturally he had quite the colorful opinion about his only grandchild toiling away at the mercy of inferior laborers." She, along with your other two friends from the Queen's ladies in waiting, Narda and Astrid, laughed at your impression of your Grandfather.

"Could you truly blame him, Your Highness?" Astrid countered with a giggle. "Imagine the gossips that would spread about in Asgard if its citizens saw their darling crown princess…a merchant in one of the shops that they frequented?"

"Funny enough, that's almost exactly what Odin said." You gave them all a shrug, continuing with your story. "So he told me that perhaps I could explore a way to earn this wealth…in a way that he deemed fitting of a royal. I did my research and found that there truly wasn't an opportunity in Asgard that he found suitable enough, so I explored earning it here in Midgard. With a currency conversion system in place between the two realms, I figured perhaps I could explore my options here."

"And so you've acquired a job that allowed you to purchase this place for us to lounge when we vacation?" Narda asked you, a toothy smile gracing her features as she continued to take in your surroundings. "I must say, Y/N, this is magnificent! It's nearly as opulent as your own chambers!"

"Not quite…" you trailed off, taking a walk around the apartment and waving your arm in a dramatic flourish. "I do not simply own this apartment as a reward for the wealth I'd already amassed. I own…this structure. The whole thing is one of many that I own around Midgard." You found yourself unable to fight the satisfied grin pulling at the sides of your mouth at the sight of their dropped jaws. "This is the source of my wealth, not the reward of it. I am almost certain that this reveal was the only time I'd heard Odin tell me that he was impressed with my mind. Even told me it nearly rivaled his son's."

"Your father's?"

You laughed at Halley's innocent enough query. Truth was you loved your father Thor dearly but it was common knowledge to anyone who'd seen you growing up that your intellect surpassed his early on in your youth. "No no, the other one. The one that's been gone for centuries on a realms-wide mission."

"Ohh him! Norns, what was his name again?"

"Don't know," you answered the fire-haired lady with a shrug. "I suppose I'll meet him eventually. His mission has to conclude sometime, right?" Your friends nodded their heads at your logic, finally giving you enough  opportunity to segue into a new topic of conversation, making a motion with your hand as if to wave the current subject of the ever mysterious dark prince of Asgard away. "I did not bring us here to speculate about elusive members of my family. Truthfully, I'd arranged for this trip so that we may bring to reality a certain topic we'd discussed a fortnight ago? Something that Astrid mentioned about…wedding outfits?"

"Ooh, do tell, Princess." Halley sat up straighter from the edge of the bed, visibly bouncing with excitement.

"Well, we'd discussed all about what we would wear at the ceremony. Giving our vows of fidelity or what ever other tradition we would choose in its place, considering that some of us are rather averse to the sight of blood in general, let alone drawing their own." You threw a playfully pointed glance at Narda who simply giggled and shrugged her shoulders at you in agreement. "But that had me thinking…what if we had a wardrobe that was only for the eyes of the one we would spend the rest of our lives with?"

"Your Highness, how deliciously salacious," Astrid cooed. "Perhaps it could even be for the one we're destined for!" she squealed, clapping her hands together with a childlike mirth about her.

"Oh Norns, Astrid, this again? Fateds?" She nodded excitedly at you. "'Tis nothing but a pretty tale weaved by our parents and their parents before them to give us something to yearn for when we were but children. Heart's mates and red strings--oh, apologies, crimson threads…They're all nothing but an illusion, my friends."

"But Y/N, a seer in Vanaheim told me that my thread was already crimson!" Narda exclaimed. "Perhaps it is true?"

"My friend if your thread is truly crimson then I wish you all the happiness in the Nine." You walked over to the reddish-blonde to pull her into a warm embrace. "How about this, when we return home I will consult with my grandmother about these threads of ours and I will know the name of your Fated. Then, I will keep that information to myself and give you only confirmation on whether you've already met them or if they already play a role in your life."

The lady in waiting hugged you back with fervor. "Oh thank you, Y/N! Oh I do hope that it's Fandral. That would just be a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream."

"Well then perhaps you should acquire a special wardrobe in his colors," you offered with a smirk. "A touch of optimism never hurt anyone." You turned to address your other friends once more. "And perhaps we should all see each other's choices? So that in the future if we were to ever cross paths with one another while donning these specific robes, we would know the significance of the event? And know better than to disturb each other?"

The three ladies nodded their agreement as you all raced out of your apartment to scour the more tantalizing clothing that Midgard had to offer, your conversation before parting ways purely consisting of the color and how much lace or satin you all pictured in the attire.

"No," you grumbled at the reflection looking back at you, the color of the satin negligee somehow disagreeable with the image you had in mind when you were thinking 'only for the eyes of the one you would love forever'. It was in your colors, but somehow it felt as if it was the wrong choice…

"Maybe you could try another color, sweetie?"  the sales clerk offered. "You have such a lovely skin tone for dark jewel tones, so maybe a nice sapphire blue, or maybe even a lovely burgundy--"

"Not the burgundy," you cut her off, your voice taking on a distinctly Midgardian accent from this region of the realm, pinched but with a slight lilt and flattening your vowels to rid yourself of your Asgardian tone. There will be nothing even remotely alluring about the occasion if I choose an attire set in my father's colors, Norns help me, you thought to yourself. But as you envisioned the color wheel in your mind's eye, an idea suddenly struck you. "How about emerald?"

You exited the lingerie merchant satisfied with your purchase, albeit a touch perplexed that the set you ended up purchasing was not set in your own colors but rather a color that hadn't been present within Asgard since at least before you were born. In truth, it seemed as if it had been a taboo to don a color that was the opposite of the House of Thor.

And yet somehow when the color was placed against your skin, the resulting image felt almost…

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, your Midgardian accent still on full display as you turned to face the towering man you'd surely bowled over. "I wasn't looking where I was going it was completely--"

"I was at fault, I wholeheartedly apologize."

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the man before you. Norns, what a beautiful specimen. The angled features of his face that resembled not only the sculptures set in marble by the great creators in Midgard's history, but also the statues set in bronze and gold throughout Asgard. The slicked back raven hair that cascaded down to his shoulders in loose curls. All of it culminated in a man that had effectively stolen the air from your lungs.

"You must be made of quite the strong stock," he commented at you with a chuckle, walking towards  you with a brilliant smile gracing his features. "Most individuals I cross paths with like that usually don't stay on their feet."

Norns help me, his voice…I could drown in a pool of just his voice. "I was…about to say the same thing," you returned with a giggle that had you inwardly slapping yourself. You are the crown princess of Asgard, Y/N, you best act the fucking part. "I usually knock people over if I bump into them like that. Oh gosh I hope I didn't--cause you to spill anything on yourself." You began to motion toward his suit, set in black with gold cufflinks at the ends of the coat sleeves. "It'd be a shame to ruin such an impeccable suit."

"No worries, milady, there was nothing spilt." You had to fight with everything you had to stop yourself from swooning as an effect of his accent and vernacular that suggested he was walking among the people of the wrong century. He began to motion toward his suit as well. "In truth I do not usually gravitate towards these colors but today somehow it felt--"

"Right," you finished for him, your smile stretching even wider across your lips as he nodded at you, his own smile becoming more brilliant as the sun's light caught it. "I kind of…had a similar experience just a while ago." Before you could make a further fool of yourself for staring so blatantly at the stranger's face, undoubtedly complete with your eyes glistening with lascivious thoughts as it was known to do, you broke your gaze away from the man and stammered, "I--I should get going. Friends waiting for me and all." As you were stepping away backwards from him, you called out, "Sorry again!"

Hours later and you still couldn't rid your mind of the face of the handsome stranger you'd bumped into, blankly oohing and aahing at Halley's and Narda's chosen wardrobes and committing the images to memory for the moment you were to ever come across them wearing such garments.

All the while you found yourself sketching the man's face in your journal, deciding that if you couldn't banish his visage from your mind, then perhaps you should immortalize it somewhere instead.

"Norns be good, Y/N! Who is that absolutely delectable gentleman on the page?" Halley rested her chin on your shoulder, trying to get a better look at your illustration. "Please don't be cruel and tell us he's simply someone you envisioned in your mind's eye."

"No no, my friend, do not worry. He is quite real," you said softly, a smile finding its way to your face as you stared at the man's visage on the pages. "I crossed paths with him earlier on my way back here. Didn't even stumble one bit when I did."

"Hmm…perhaps he's not Midgardian," Narda offered, wiggling her eyebrows at you as she spied the smile that hadn't let your face quite yet.

"Perhaps he's a frost giant," Astrid jested from inside the bathroom, earning chuckles from the rest of you outside waiting for her to emerge with her chosen wardrobe. "Then again you'd know straight away, Your Highness. Blue skin and storeys high and all." A few moments later, she spoke again. "Alright my friends, I hope you're ready…"

The garments she'd chosen took you aback, with it being a black satin negligee with detailing in gold lace. "Considering our friendship and Asgard's customs about wearing colors I'm going to have to ask--"

"Norns, no!" she cut you off with a cackle. "Beautiful as you are, Highness, my devotion does not run that deep--"

"Astrid, relax. I'm simply poking a bit of fun." She let out a sigh of relief, the panic subsiding from her face. "But once again considering our friendship, I'll allow it." You gave her a cheeky wink before she closed the door on you all again to change back to her regular clothing.

"Did you get his name, Y/N?" You turned to Narda, furrowing your brows at her question. "The handsome stranger you've been sketching. Did you get his name?"

You placed the heels of your palms to your temples in a show of self-directed abasement. "I am a complete fool! Never even crossed my mind to give him my name, or get his." You groaned as you buried your face in your hands, grumbling, "Chances are I'd never cross paths with him again regardless. Besides, if he's Midgardian then any chance we even remotely had to last are doomed. I'd outlive the poor mortal."

Several decades later…

The numbers were starting to blur together in your vision as you grew tired from computing for the budget for new training equipment for the fledgling soldiers of the realm when you heard the doors to your chambers opening, a familiar audible pattern of footsteps causing an elated smile to stretch across your face.

"Hello, husband," you called out, not looking up from your work desk, your grin growing wider as you heard his footsteps fast approaching where you were seated. A faint giggle escaped you as you felt him rest his chin on your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "How fortunate of me that you've concluded your duties early today."

A satisfied sigh slipped from your lips as he proceeded to press kisses down to your neck, lightly sucking on the juncture to your shoulder and smirking against your skin as you relaxed against him. "I've missed you, my darling."

"Missed me?" you chuckled, his fingers lightly grasping your chin to turn your head to face him so that he could press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. "You saw me last this morning, Loki, it's been mere hours."

"Hmmm yes…and already it has been too long," he murmured against your lips. "Did you truly think I was exaggerating when I once said I wished to spend every moment with you for the rest of your lives?" You could only let out a whimpered moan as he kissed you once more, slipping his tongue past your lips to glide against your own, his arm moving to wrap around your waist and pull you tighter against him.

His words caused your heart to swell that you feared it would burst from sheer bliss. The thought that once before you would have squirmed away from his touch because of the spell that you begged the Queen to place on you had the strong sting of regret niggling away at your mind. Especially now that you even shared his sentiments of missing each other if you spent even mere moments apart, that there were moments throughout the day when you would instinctively reach for his hand and have to hide your visible dismay when your mind reconciled that he wasn't there.

You found yourself smiling against his lips as you could hear the reluctance in him as he pulled away. "You're quite a distraction, my love," he cooed in between kisses. "I distinctly remember coming here to ask you something."

"If I recall, I was simply sitting by my desk, staring at numbers when you walked in and you distracted me," you retorted, smirking at him as you pulled away, appreciating the amused grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked upon you. "What did you need to ask me?"

"I was perusing the list you'd given me on your journal and I came across…an illustration." Your journal suddenly materialized in his hand and he flipped through the pages with his magic, the pages glowing with the telltale green hue of his enchantments. "When did you draw this portrait of me?"

You looked upon the page as he placed the journal atop the scrolls and parchments that you were analyzing, your breath hitching as tears welled in your eyes. "It was you," you uttered with choked back cries.

"I don't quite follow, little Princess." You felt your body relaxing against him once again as he pulled you close, pressing tender kisses to your hair as his free hand lightly stroked up and down your arm.

"Decades before we'd met, I visited Midgard with my friends. I had to attend to some of my investments there and turned it into a…bit of a vacation. While I was there I'd crossed paths with this beautiful stranger whose face refused to leave my mind. So I drew him." You turned your gaze back to him, the air leaving your lungs as you saw the wonder shining in his own eyes. "And now here you are."

As the moments ticked by that he remained staring at you, fingertips lightly tracing the features upon your face, you could feel the crease between your brows beginning to form as confusion washed over you. "It couldn't possibly…" he trailed off before promptly stepping away from you and walking toward his side of the study, to the shelves that housed his tomes upon tomes of journals.

"Loki?" You rose from your desk and made your way toward your husband, the astonishment unwavering from his features as he seemed to have found the page that he was searching for. "What is it?"

"Y/N…my darling wife…" He reached for your hand and raised it to his lips to kiss once you stepped close enough. "Decades before we'd met, I visited Midgard as a brief intermission between my surveillance assignments. I crossed paths with a beguiling woman I'd assumed was an astoundingly strong Midgardian because I hadn't bowled her over. I wore a suit in colors not my own purely because it felt…it felt as if I should. As if the Norns had been guiding me." He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you close against him. "Your colors."

"Husband--"

"Her face refused to leave my mind. So I drew her." He showed you the page his journal had been opened to, containing an illustration that held a near perfect likeness to you. "It was you." Your vision blurred once again as the tears welled in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away; all you could see was the silhouette of a wide grin stretched across his face before he pulled you into a kiss that stole the air from your lungs, weakening you so that you would have been on your knees if he hadn't been holding you up. "Even before we met it was always you. My little Princess. My dear heart."

Your journal materialized in your hands with a flash of green and you raised it next to his, putting your illustrations of one another side by side. "Now they're together," you said softly, letting out a soft giggle as both journals disappeared with another flash of green, his fingers intertwining with yours as he turned you to face him.

"Now they're together," he echoed your words, his tone taking on a darker tone that sent a shudder throughout your body as he effortlessly lifted you off your feet. The only sound that left your lips was a whimpered moan as you hooked your legs around his waist, a smirk tugging at the corner of your husband's mouth as he began to walk you both toward your bedchamber. "Just like us," he husked as he laid you down on your bed, proceeding to press kisses down the column of your neck, stopping his descent at the neckline of your dress to suck a bruise over your heart. "I was made to be yours."

"And I yours," you breathed out, repletion washing over you as you felt his hands running down your sides, fingers tracing teasingly slow circles once skin met skin.

"I wish to make love to you, my darling wife." You found yourself becoming crazed for his touch the moment your gazes met, his eyes darkened with lustful intent and yet a tenderness still peeking through as he wordlessly asked for your assent.

A low humming sound of appreciation reverberated through him as you ran your hand through his raven locks. "Yes." You felt a smile pull at the sides of your mouth as you sighed the word, feeling the layers of clothing separating you two from one another melting away in a tauntingly slow wash of green. "My darling husband, as long as I am breathing the answer will always be yes."

A/N: I want you all to remember Astrid's chosen outfit that's gonna come into play again sometime in Season 2. That thing that YN mentions about crimson threads will also come into play in another companion piece that I'll be writing soon-ish…from Queen Frigga's POV. 👀✌️

This one took me embarrassingly long to write because of how slow I was moving this entire last week due to being hit with a big sick for days. 🥲 But my breathing's back to about 98%, I don't feel like I have a marble helmet weighing down on my head anymore, so I'm jumping straight into the next thing I'm writing, which is summoned part 2! After that it's gonna be a juggling act between requests, Season 1B, and a whole bunch of other things because I already know that I just can't help myself 🫠

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

October's reading list ( a little late!)

Please read each fic's warnings before reading.

If you enjoyed a fic please reblog and comment to feed a hungry writer!

🔥 = smut

Azriel

Whispers in the Dark by @readychilledwine 🔥

Bat Boys

7 Minutes in Heaven by @honeybeefae 🔥

Bucky Barnes

All The Apple Cider and No More Haunted Houses by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

An Old Fashioned Notion of Wartime and Whisky by @rookthorne 🔥

Aren't You Glad You Read the Latin by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Biker Sex by @1-800-jjbarnes 🔥

Chain Round My Neck by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Depths of Pleasure by @rookthorne 🔥

May I by @notyetneedcoffee 🔥

Omegaverse by @honeybloomss 🔥

Party Games by @ramp-it-up 🔥

Play Pretend by @rookthorne 🔥

Pure Relaxation by @1-800-jjbarnes 🔥

Scary Stories and a Little Something More by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Bucky X Thor

Hair Tie Drabble by @linesfromthepocket

Cassian

Size Kink by @jeannineee

Thigh Riding by @azsazz 🔥

Unraveling by @shadowdaddies

Cassian x Azriel x Reader

You Look So Pretty All Tied Up For Me by @acourtofwhatthefuck 🔥

Elriel

Stargirl by @duskandcobalt (part 2) 🔥

Feysand

Eating Out (Feysand X Reader) @lovelyladyabsinthewrites 🔥

Sunday Morning (Feysand X Reader) by @whisperingmidnights 🔥

Frank Castle

Innocence & Praise Kink by @fluffyprettykitty 🔥

Henry x Alex (RWRB)

Miss You Like Crazy by @late-to-the-party-81 🔥

Jake Jensen

Yenzy x Broozy by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Joaquín Torres

This feelin' is reckless of knowin' it's selfish by @tom-whore-dleston 🔥

Loki

A Gift for Loki by @november-rayne 🔥

An Offering by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Awful Things by @lokisgoodgirl 🔥

Burned by @sarahscribbles 🔥

Call You Mine by @sarahscribbles 🔥

Heavy Petting by @wheredafandomat 🔥

I'm Fine by @ladychota

My Loki by @wheredafandomat 🔥

Purple and Red by @ sarahscribbles 🔥

Somnophilia by @sarahscribbles 🔥

The Lakes by @lokisgoodgirl

Transgressions by @lokischambermaid

You Built Me Castles Out of Paragraphs by @softforloki

Nessian

Humiliation by @sweetcarolina-24 (Nessian X Reader) 🔥

Pool Sex by @moodymelanist 🔥

Rhysand

Calm & Bright by @shadowdaddies

Daddy Kink by @jeannineee 🔥

Hide and Seek by @shadowdaddies 🔥

Sweater Weather by @ shadowdaddies

Voyerism by @jeannineee 🔥

Ruhn Danaan

Catch Me If You Can by @azsazz 🔥

Quality Entertainment by @ shadowdaddies 🔥

Sensitive by @callmeblaire 🔥

Steve Rogers

Screaming In A Haunted Corn Maze by @witchywithwhiskey 🔥

Stucky

Sensual Deprivation by @lunarbuck 🔥

Special Girl by @rookthorne

Stucky X Reader

Backstage Pass by @luxeavenger 🔥

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 17 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 18

Summary: You are there for him. Loki realises that you're truly there for him .

Trigger Warning: Description of rape and assault (it's a heavy but much needed chapter), panic attack, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

"Fuck her harder Loki. When will you become a man? You're a pathetic disgrace" he heard his father's taunt and wiped his tears. The girl underneath him was crying too, she didn't want this, she didn't want to be in that den. He wanted to protect her, he really wanted to but he was helpless, everytime he showed concern, his father's men beat him up. Odin said that would eventually make him a real man someday. 

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry" he muttered under his breath but even the girl couldn't hear it, his voice remained low. 

"Slap her…hit her..open the road for Valhalla" he looked at Odin at the command, the girl began to struggle so his men came forward and held her hands, why didn't he help her? Why didn't he stop that cruelty? Why wasn't he strong enough to fight them? He looked at Thor, silently pleading him to help him but Thor looked away, his eyes were welled up too but he kept mum, didn't say a word. When he didn't oblige his father's command, the man lashed him brutally, leaving no space on his back without a bloody mark, he was hurt and angry so he raised his hand and hit the girl struggling underneath to shut her up, but she kept screaming and she continued to scream in his head even after she died, she forever screamed.

"Lolo?" He turned his head around as he heard your voice, only one person called him that but she seemed older, his Sweet buttons seemed around his age or even older, he couldn't tell. 

"Y/n?"

"What are you doing..let her go..i thought you were..i thought you were nice and kind..what is this?" You cried your words out and his heart broke, his sweet girl believed in him, she thought of him as an angel, a dear friend but she was so wrong and her words destroyed the last remaining piece of hope inside him.

"You're a fucking monster…I hate you ..you'll never ever be loved" 

"It's okay it's okay wake up baby…it's okay it's okay..I'm here…I'm here" he opened his eyes slowly and found you on top of him, you had his hands pinned on the bed, he was probably struggling in the wake of his nightmare. It was a nightmare. A bad dream that could very well become his reality if you find out what he did at the center, the crimes he committed, the innocent lives he ruined, if you knew you wouldn't think of him as an angel or a god, you'd call him a monster too. Before his tears could fall onto the sheet of the pillow underneath you wiped them away and then you leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Bad dream?" You asked him softly and he tried to get up but you didn't get off him "Stayy.. please..I'm here..I'm right here" your arms wrapped around his neck and his eyes welled up again. Would you still be willing to coddle him like this if you knew his truth? "You're okay..you're okay I promise" you cooed as softly as you could, your voice barely a whisper in his ears "I get nightmares too" 

"About what?" 

"About…mommy..that last day, did you have a nightmare about that day?" He pulled away as you questioned him so innocently.

"Nooo.. something worse " your eyes flickered as he said that, you knew he had been through literal hell at the center, he never shared or opened up about the abuse, he denied to see the therapist after the trial and in the last few years he never allowed you to see him whenever he felt scared or vulnerable but you knew he had his moments, you could always see it in his eyes. You laid him back down on the bed before he'd opt to leave, if he didn't want to share that was okay, you'd be patient but you didn't want him to suffer alone with his thoughts, he winced as you placed your head down on his bruised chest, 

"Sorrry" you whispered as you kissed on the mark as if that would make it better

"It's okay, you can hurt me if you want" you put your head up to look at him as he said that.

"Why would I ever want to hurt you?" He flipped you underneath him when you questioned him, 

"I don't know..maybe for all the times I have fucked you up, i have manipulated you, used you to kill my loneliness –" 

"Lokiii" your eyes teared up as he said that. 

"That's true..that's what I have done, I have made you handicapped, you can't survive out there without me..you know why? Because I have made you like this, you're so dependent on me ..can't you see? Or I have made you blind too now?" His words were mean and venomous, you didn't know what he saw in the nightmare but you had a feeling he was hurting you just because he was hurt at the moment

"Shut up ..you don't mean it..you don't mean itt" you sniffled and his mind snapped out of the nightmarish fog he was still surrounded by. 

"Do not come for me, you hear me? I'll sleep in my room" you cried your heart as soon as he got off your body and left you alone. You just wanted to help him, get him out of that state but it didn't seem easy. You heard the sound of something breaking in his room and it only made you flinch. You wanted him to come back and hold you again but you knew he wouldn't be coming back, not tonight. 

As he sat down on his bed he cried and cried until he couldn't cry anymore, he felt so weak and he wanted to feel the pain, he wanted to suffer so he wouldn't feel like that pathetic boy who just followed his father's command. And he hurt you again, he didn't want to but you weren't budging, you wanted to help him, hold him and that's all he has ever craved in his life but accepting that help made him feel disgusted, especially from you, you were so unaware of that monster that lived inside of him. You didn't know anything about him and if he were to tell you, you'd hate him too, you'd leave him too someday. 

Next morning he didn't wake up before you. You went to the kitchen to make breakfast and the thought of him still not being up scared you, what if he did something wrong? You immediately ran towards his room and knocked several times at once like one would do when they're in a hurry, much to your relief he opened up, his hair was wet from the shower, those bruises somehow seemed worse today. 

"Something wrong?" He asked you so you shook your head and turned around to make your way to the kitchen

"I'm making breakfast" 

"And you were knocking on my door with such urgency because?" He questioned you so you shrugged and then you heard him snickering, he was in a mood. For the last few days he has been so soft and sweet that you almost forgot about his attitude problem.

"Ohhh let me guess..now that you know more about me you think every time I get a nightmare I'd run to slit my wrist like some delicate pansy ass weakling huh?" He chuckled after he finished his sentence making you more furious.

"It's the last day of the shoot I don't want to be late" you mumbled monotonously and that made him feel like a jerk. Why was he projecting his issues on you? Why couldn't he just stop hurting you? The whole day he avoided you so you gave him the space you thought he needed. The old you would have ran to him and apologized but this new you, the one who knew that her Lolo was capable of being genuinely apologetic and soft and loving, she wasn't going to apologize, he was hurting but you wanted him to open up to you, even if he'd do it on his own terms. 

Your silence was killing him, you weren't saying anything to him and that bothered him alot, normally under such a situation you'd give up and crawl back to him but he had a feeling you were going to do no such thing today. 

"Dinner? Should we get the takeout" He asked you and it made you smile but you had your head turned towards the window so he couldn't really see your gleeful expression. You wanted him to break first for once.

"Whatever you decide..it's not like I'm capable of making such decisions by myself" his jaw clenched as you said that but then again it was all his fault, he had no right to say those things to you especially after how …nice..you were to him. 

"What do you want me to do?" He took an exasperated breath as he questioned

"Nothing really, I'd just want you to not hurt me whenever you're feeling vulnerable " 

"I wasn't vulnerable" 

"So you hurt me just to hurt me?" 

"Noo I'd never do that" 

"I know…i fucking know " 

"Don't you fucking swear" he slammed his fist on the steering wheel as he stopped the car outside a restaurant.

"Don't you fucking intimidate me" you glared at him, your eyes were teary with anger, your breath seemed heavy and you looked extremely beautiful to him so he took your seat belt off and pulled you on his lap, your mouth were latched onto him in a second. What followed next were the few explosive moments of sucking each other's face as if this was your last kiss. Your hips moved mindlessly on his crotch and that made you both moan. 

"Done being a brat hmmm?" He fisted your hair in his clutch and pulled it slightly, your mouth opened as you gasped and that gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue in. 

"Only if you're done being an ass"

"I'm an arse but you still love me don't you? Why the fuck would you love me you silly silly girl?" You didn't know why but the way he uttered those words made the wetness pool in your panties. You cupped his cheeks to kiss him again, then your mouth traveled down so you could kiss on his neck "Why do you love me?" He asked again, this time his voice had gotten softer and held genuine curiosity.

"I just do..I never needed a reason, I have loved you since I knew you" your eyes teared up and so did his.

"And if you knew how evil I have been would you still love me the same?" He questioned you so you smiled 

"If you still have to ask me that question then I'm probably not loving you enough Loki so I'll wait, I'll be patient. I'll love you more and more everyday until you believe in it and when you do I'll hope you'll tell me why you feel this way, because the man I know has been my sole reason to believe in goodness. I don't care about that man who had to awful things to lessen his abuse, I care about the man who suffered more than anyone should ever have to and still carried the strength to save a life, so if that man wants to talk to me I'm all ears" you kissed his lips softly and wiped the tears that slipped down from his eyes before you opened the door and got out of the car. After shutting the door you knocked on his window so he slid it down

"Are we getting this dinner or what?" 

He got out of the car and followed you into the restaurant, he was shocked, taken aback and awestruck by that little speech you just gave him, for some reason he didn't think you had that in you, that you felt so deeply for him, he knew you loved him, cared for him but a part of him always felt frightened that you'd abandon him like Jolene did once you find out about his past. You moved around as if you didn't just drop an emotional bomb on him and for once in his life he didn't feel tormented and for a moment he couldn't hear the screams of those girls, he only heard your pretty voice and he only saw your beautiful face. 

"Those guys are staring" you mumbled as you sipped on the milkshake you had ordered for yourself, his jaw clenched as he looked behind and saw two smug looking weiners around your age. His glare was enough to scare them away and it made you smile. 

"That's my man"

When he took you home he stood under the warm shower and thought about the whole situation, everything that had happened since yesterday, when he stepped out you were cleaning the mess in his room like the good girl you have always been.

"Want me to leave?" You asked him, his wet dripping taut naked body made you want to curl up around him but you didn't want to overwhelm him because you knew he'd only push himself further into the shell. 

"Noo" he mumbled so you sat down on his bed with your legs crossed, you had a black night dress on that showed ample amount of skin. He put on a trouser and sat down next to you, his hair continued to drip so you got up and brought a towel to dry his hair, he looked up at you and his eyes were moist again 

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry about what I said last night" he mumbled softly.

"I accept it" 

"Just like that?" You smiled as he said that, then you sat down on his lap while you continued to stroke his scalp with the towel. He looked adorable like that, these moments when he allowed you to take care of him were your favorites, you valued them more than the naughty sessions, not that you won't kill someone if that meant he'd fuck you. 

"Just like that" 

"Do you miss fucking other women?" You asked him so he smiled

"I miss them hurting me which you won't do" 

"You said I can say no whenever I want" 

"You absolutely can" 

"I won't hurt you like that..I can't ..it hurts me to see you in pain" 

"I know..I'm sorry" you curled your arms around him to hug him and he sighed deeply. You weren't ready for him to speak on this matter but to your surprise he wanted to share.

"I was forcing myself on a girl and Odin asked me to hurt her brutally, when I didn't they would hurt me instead" you pulled away from him to look at him. He was sharing, he was opening himself up and for a moment you couldn't even believe it "Lashes after lashes until my skin would fall off my back" you had seen some of those scars on his back but you never dared ask him about them, it wasn't your place. 

"I raped multiple girls at the center, they begged underneath me, they cried, they pleaded for me to stop, to save their lives and I did nothing, I ruined them, i hurt them, i allowed them to die" your eyes teared up as he confessed, you knew some of the truth, you found out later when you grew up, the atrocities that occured under the reign of Odin, you weren't a stranger to that knowledge, a part of you always knew that he participated in those rituals but you never wanted to believe that he was a willing participant, he couldn't have been, he was just a child too, he needed to be saved as well. He needed to be protected too but unfortunately he didn't have his own Lolo "The reason why I'm not behind the bars as I should be is because those girls aren't here to speak for themselves" 

"That's not the reason Loki…you were a victim too" 

"I'm not a victim darling, I'm the seed of my own father and just like him there's a monster that lives inside of me too" his tears cascaded down so you wiped them away. He was scared and hurting but he still kept his emotions in check because it made him feel weak. 

"A monster would have allowed him to take me ..i wouldn't be here if you were a monster Loki" his brows furrowed as you said that.

"Did you even hear what I just said to you?" He asked you, looking perplexed as ever, how dare you still look at him as if you adored him the same? Why didn't you jump off his lap feeling disgusted by his mere existence? Why didn't you call him a monster and finish that nightmare? Why were you still holding onto him as if you were never going to leave him alone? 

"I heard everything..but you forgot what I said.. I don't care about the man who had to do awful things to lessen the abuse, i care about the man who had all the reasons to be evil but still chose to be my savior, my angel, my precious precious angel" 

That's when the facade dropped and the walls broke down, even if momentarily, but they did fall apart so violently that you heard their sounds. He clutched onto you as he placed his head down on your chest and cried and then he couldn't stop, neither did you ask him to stop, you consoled him and wiped his tears but not once you asked him to stop because that's not what he needed, all his life he was told that he was weak whenever he showed emotions but this is the strongest you had ever seen him, even at his most vulnerable you marveled at the strength he carried and the way he just wanted to take care of you would never not make you want to love him, your heart would always sore at the sight of him. 

"I didn't want to.. I didn't want to hurt them..I tried…I tried…I tried I…failed.. everytime…everytime I failed" he mumbled between his sniffles and that broke your heart, like a child he clung to you as he apologized profusely, he wanted those girls to forgive him too, for them to stop screaming so he could be at peace even if just for a minute he just wanted to be at peace. 

He cried until the headache started to set in so he pulled away and looked at you, you looked at him the same, your eyes seemed soft but they didn't seem to hold any judgment. He chipped a part of himself that he had sworn to never reveal again, he remembered how Jolene behaved when he told her about those girls, she told him that what he did was a crime and for such a crime he should have been punished by law and he agreed, she wasn't wrong, that was her way of dealing with his wrongdoings but he liked your way much better. He loved how you still held onto him as if he didn't just reveal the ugliest part of himself to you

"I have a headache" he mumbled to shift the mood, he felt sappy and emotional but that's not who he wanted to be, how would he take care of you if he was so feeble himself? 

"It happens.. I'll get you an Aspirin" as you got off his lap and turned to leave he grabbed your hand and he had something to say, when he finished you knew you'd need a dose of aspirin too because you were going to cry thinking about it all night. In a good way though. The very best way.

"I'll probably never say it again but I do love you..from the deepest corner of my broken heart I have only ever loved one girl and it has always been you my sweet sweet buttons" 

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