#my-mewling-quim

[nostalgia-tblr]

How To Prove A Stupid Point

(or, Alligator Loki and the Cat That Got Eated)

Alligator Loki. Everyone's favourite Loki variant [Citation Needed]. The sexy bad-boy who ate the wrong neighbour's cat. But let us consider the implications of this crime, this final transgression that got him and his entire timeline erased.

Obviously the title of the Loki series (2021-2023, RIP And All That) is a plural, and we meet a fair few of them (Lokii not plurals), and for some of them we find out what they did "wrong" to get noticed by the TVA and from their own realities untimely ripped: Kid Loki killed Thor; Boastful Loki basically won (or so he claims); Classic Loki hid from Thanos and didn't die; TVA Loki escaped. The obvious link here is that they stepped off the expected MCU continuity and created their own Canon Divergence AU, a crime which in-universe (but thankfully not on AO3) is annoying and unforgivable and earns them death. There is an implication in this list of unpardonable offences that everything else they did was the same: until committing their special crime they had lived the expected life of a Marvel Cinematic Universe Loki.

So...

Obviously, this means that if Alligator Loki ate the wrong cat, the other Lokis must have eaten the right cat. This cannot just be a later event in their unlived lives because we know what the expected storyline is and at least a few of them seemed to have got most of the way through. Including, presumably, the cat-eating incident. Main Timeline Loki must have eaten it for sure, because we saw him die (on several occasions).

In Conclusion: Allligator Loki eating the wrong cat implies that the other Lokis ate the right cat. I doubt this was the intention of whoever wrote that line but this is what they hath wrought; let us glory in it.

[starrose17]

You know I've never noticed until now that the British royal seal looks like it says the word QUIM at the top above the shield 🤣

[justagamerandaweeb]

"Mine." - Muzan x Chubby! Reader

"M-Muzan... P-Please..." (Y/N) mewled out as she tried to conceal her moans as Muzan was kissing and licking her neck, and touching her simultaneously. His warm tongue grazed (Y/N)'s neck as his hands were running through her half-naked body. His hands felt so firm every time he softly squeezed her skin, it made her breath hitch.

"It's too late to beg for forgiveness, my love. Who said that you could be around Douma? You should know how much I despise him when he's with you." He hushed that last part out in her ear, giving her goosebumps whenever he talked to her like this in her ear. "The way he speaks to others, the way he can get to their heads because of his temple, it makes me sick how gullible those mortals are to follow him." He grabs (Y/N)'s chin as he turns his head to face him as he says, "And it infuriates me whenever he talks to you, knowing that you belong to me."

(Y/N) opens her mouth as she was about to speak to him about her being with Douma, but was quickly silenced by him as he sticks his tongue inside her mouth, and seals his lips. (Y/N) whimpers as she felt his grip on her stomach get tighter, feeling his nails dig into her skin to where it hurt, but not where she bled. His tongue controlled her as her body started to fall limp, her legs fell lan​guid as she suddenly collapsed on her knees, but Muzan continued to lock his lips with her.

Muzan makes a deep purr that almost sounds like a growl as his hand starts to go up to her body and onto her bra. He clasped her cup and pulled it down to reveal her big and fluffy breast. He groped her breasts, resulting in her gasping for a brief moment before Muzan reconnected the kiss. She puled at his immediate action, but couldn't help but melt into his kiss. The way his tongue moved like a snake in her mouth, and their teeth briefly clashing against each other, made her body feel like jelly.

Muzan's hand began to move in a circular motion, feeling her skin return to its regular form every time he softly squeezed it. Muzan disconnected the kiss as he lowered his head down to (Y/N)'s neck, and felt him scrape his sharp fangs on her sensitive skin. She mewled at the touch of his canines touching her skin, as her thighs began to rub against each other, as well as her hands. "Muzan... I... I-I didn't mean to--" She let out a sharp gasp as she felt his teeth sink into her.

An audible shiver escaped (Y/N)'s lips as her head fell limp and it felt like all her muscles shut down the moment his teeth pricked her skin. He softly growled as he sunk his teeth into her, all while continuing to fondle her soft breast. (Y/N)'s face softly scrunches up in both pain and pleasure. Her body was paralyzed from how possessive and dominant he was, ensuring that everyone knew that she belonged to him.

He moved his head back to observe the action he performed on her, seeing the four bloody dots on her neck streaking down to her back as her breathing started to sound louder. A sadistic smile formed on his face as he began to lick the blood off of her back, and licked the puncture wounds that he caused, resulting in her evoking another whimper from her lips.

"You taste so pure... so... palatable." He purred into her ear as he gripped the back of her head, and pinned her down to the ground, leaving the bottom half of her body pointing upwards. "It makes me wanna ruin you even more." He whispered out in a lustful tone as (Y/N) heard the sound of her panties getting ripped.

He lets out a croaky chuckle against her ear as he gave her no time to prepare as he shoved his middle and ring finger inside her quim. (Y/N) makes a so​no​rous gasp as she felt his fingers bolt into her, not only that but as well breaking her maidenhead. Her pants were high-pitched, breathless, and rapid. Her leg muscles tensed up as she clamped her eyes closed to distract herself from the brief moment of throe.

Sounds of bleats and quivering breaths were drawn out, as she struggled to maintain her placidity due to her insides being so snug, even though Muzan wasn't even moving his fingers. "That's right, lose yourself to my fingers that are inside your pure, pink walls." Shortly after he said that, he started to move his fingers at such a ponderous rate, that he could feel her walls pulling his fingers back in.

"My, My. You wanted me to teach you a lesson, didn't you?" Muzan chuntered out as (Y/N) replied with a moan as she said, "N-No... I just wanted you to listen to me..." she whined out, her breath occasionally hitching as she tried to continue speaking. "I-I only stepped into Douma on accident. I-I wanted to avoid him, but he kept trying to talk to me. So that's why when you saw me talking to him, I was trying to tell him to go away." She stated as she evoked another whine from her lips.

Muzan softly hummed as he replied, "Well then, I guess I'll have to teach him a lesson. But, in the meantime..." he thrust his fingers back inside her, making her jolt her head straight up as he grabbed the back of her head and said, "...I'm gonna make sure that everyone knows who you belong to." And started to move his fingers.

Another set of bleats escaped (Y/N)'s lips as she felt the barreling pace of his fingers going in and out of her. The sounds of her moist lips, soaked from her secretions, were such a bawdy thing for the ears to hark. (Y/N) attempted to stifle a moan, but it was to no avail as his fingers felt like cloud nine. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip to distract herself from the pleasure.

However, it seemed that she had bitten her lip too hard as blood was seeping down her cheek, which resulted in Muzan licking it up. "I will never get tired of tasting you." He moves his hand to her cheek as he turns her head to face him, and he sucked on her bottom lip. (Y/N) girned at him sucking her bottom lip as he started to lick the spot of her lip that was bleeding.

He pecked her lips as he caressed her cheek with his thumb as he maundered, "Such a succulent taste, from such a small wound. Makes me yearn to see what you taste like. In fact..." he took his fingers out and saw that his fingers were drenched with discharge that was mixed with her claret. He opens and closes his fingers to see thin strings stretching and dissolving before he engulfs his fingers in his mouth.

His doing this made (Y/N) feel sheepish watching him consume her fluids. He slowly slowly slid his fingers back out, revealing them to be spotless of her substance. He softly hums in satisfaction as he critiques "Such a magnificent piquancy. I don't why I haven't done this the moment I took you in as my own. But now that I have," He then gets directly behind (Y/N) and firmly clapt his hands onto (Y/N)'s round fluffy cheeks, making her yelp as he courses his hands on both of them. "I am going enjoy this."

(Y/N) made a high-pitched croak as she felt him slowly caressing her backside, occasionally softly slapping it as well. He then spreads her out to reveal her asshole winking at him, and her thick and clammy majora. Muzan smirked as he slowly licked the top set of his teeth, and lowered his head closer until his nose was inches close to them. He softly blew air at the drenched lips, making (Y/N) slightly flinch at the cool breeze that was blown at her sensitive spot.

"P-Please..." Muzan heard (Y/N) shudder as he responded, "Please what?" (Y/N) lifted her upper body and looked back at Muzan as she stuttered out, "P-Please don't tease me any longer, Muzan..." The bridge of her nose turns into a peach-red complexion from saying that sentence. But, it was enough to incentivize him. His smirk transitioned into a smile as he said, "Don't worry, my darling, I'm gonna make you tremble by the time I'm done with you. Now, bend back down for me."

She lays her top half down on the ground and her body shook again as the first thing she felt was Muzan's thumb going up and down on her sensitive slit. "My my, you're so wet. Have my fingers stimulated you that much? Not saying that I enjoy that, of course..." A part wanted to tell Muzan to shut up, but another part of her knew that if she did, he would become rougher than her. She couldn't do anything but whine at him teasing her with his thumb.

Muzan chuckles at her feeble moans as he assures her, "Relax, my dear. If you want me to satisfy you that badly, you'll have to do something for me."

"Wh- What's that?"

"Tell me, who do you belong to?"

(Y/N) stammered at that question since she didn't want to say it out loud, but sighed as she stated, "Y-You, Muzan..." Muzan softly slapped her, making her yelp as he started to tease her with his index finger going inside her as he said, "I don't think I caught that, mind saying what you said louder?"

"You..." She exclaimed a little bit louder, "I-I belong to you, Muzan." She then felt another finger go inside her, making her whimper as she heard him say, "Good, now scream it out. Scream loud enough for everyone to hear it, and I will give you what you want."

She softly clenched her fists as she tried to deny his request, she tried to speak up, but it felt like her mind went blank as she felt him insert yet another finger inside her, stuffing her with three fingers inside her wet cunt. "Do it."

Tears started to streak down (Y/N)'s face as she clenched her eyes closed and bellowed, "P-PLEASE, MASTER KIBUTSUJI, USE ME TO THE POINT TO WHERE I CAN'T EVEN FORM SENTENCES! I'LL- I'LL TEND TO YOUR NEEDS, I'LL SUBMIT MYSELF TO YOU, J-JUST, DON'T TEASE ME FOR ANY LONGER, PLEASE!"

Muzan smiles at her depraved howls, so much so that it makes him laugh in a joyful tone. He takes his fingers out, seeing that they were soaked from her secretions, and he licked him clean. Shortly after he finished licking them, he takes both reverberated perched them onto (Y/N)'s soddened lips, and spread them out to reveal her pink folds and opening.

Such a scrumptious-looking body part. The female body can be such a blessing at times. "I won't waste any more time teasing you, now's the time for me to devour you." He said as he shoved his lips onto hers, resulting in her back slightly arching, and her mewling. "T-Thank you..."

Her toes immediately curled when she felt his tongue enter her, becoming a whining mess as she felt his tongue twisting around her rigid walls. She wasn't prepared for the amount of stimulation that was about to crash down on her, yet at the same time, she wasn't complaining due to how skilled he was at this.

Muzan looped his arms onto (Y/N)'s thighs as he continued to move and rub his tongue around her. He softly growled, sending soft vibrations throughout her body, making her breath hitch. "M-Muzan..." His breath felt so hot up against her sensitive cooze, it gave her chills every time he did a brief exhale to regain oxygen. "So... Good..." (Y/N) puled out as it felt like her muscles were shutting down one by one.

Muzan pulls his head back, his mouth and chin completely drenched from her, and grumbled as he sneered out, "It feels like I'm not getting enough. I need more. I desire more from you." He then grasped his hand onto (Y/N)'s waist, and twisted her entire body to her back, her breasts and stomach softly quivering when she made the sudden stop.

Muzan then prone on his stomach and put his hands on both of (Y/N)'s inner thighs as he closes his eyes and thoroughly licked (Y/N)'s cunt. She tried to cross her legs, but the way Muzan's hands were planted on her thighs made it impossible to even move. Her back arched as well as her neck as her mind was being electrocuted due to the amount of stimulation that was surging through her body.

"M-Mu...z-zan..." She reverberated out as she puts her hands on his curly black hair, and softly squeezed it, giving Muzan more vigor to satisfy her. He growls as tilts his head to the side, and begins to passionately kiss it like they were someone's mouth. (Y/N)'s breath started to become irrepressible, letting out very brief exhales and irregular yelps and moans. Tears started to form in her eyes again as she could feel her stomach tauten as she shouted out, "M-Muzan! I... I feel weird! M-My stomach...! I-Its...!"

Muzan then wraps his arms under (Y/N)'s legs, and lifted her lower half to the point to where her legs were dangling behind his back. Tears started to streak down her face again as she started to weep out cries of bliss as she was nearing her arrival. As Muzan was holding her thighs, hearing that (Y/N) was about to finish, he took one his hands and used his index and middle finger to slip inside her entrance, and twirl his tongue around her clit simultaneously.

(Y/N)'s breaths started to become brisk as she struggled to stifle the sounds of her whinges, but failed as she laid her head to the side and started to hyperventilate. She tried to hold herself together, trying not to make the knot in her stomach snap and release herself. But all that was quickly cast aside the moment she felt his fingers curl up and press on her G-spot, and her mind became blank.

She elicited a soundless scream as her toes curled up and she felt herself spritzing all over his chin and black top. The muscles of her slit would constrict at irregular patterns as her entire body was being shocked by overstimulation. It didn't help the fact that Muzan kept twirling his tongue and curling his finger up, pressing her spot, making her convulse at random.

(Y/N)'s hands started to slip off of Muzan's hair, her muscles finally stopped constricting as it felt like all her muscles shut down, leaving her as a trembling mess. Just like Muzan wanted. Muzan pecked at her button, and slowly slid his fingers out of her as he softly lowered her legs down to the floor and watched her body jolt. Her breath was trembling through every inhale and exhale she took, her eyes covered by her forearm while her other hand was on her left pec.

Muzan softly chuckled as he lays down next to her as he whispered in her ear, "How was that, my love? Did my actions satisfy you enough for you to understand who you belong to?" (Y/N) moved her forearm that was covering her eyes up, revealing them to be a light red color, and looks at him for a brief moment before she rolled to her side to hug him. Muzan wrapped his arm behind her back and softly caressed it as he said, "I'll take that as a yes."

They both stayed like this for a few moments, before Muzan tried to get up off of her so he can leave her be, but for some reason, he couldn't. "Hey, let me go." He said, but (Y/N) refused, only letting her grip on him get tighter. "I know you're not asleep, so you better let go before I punish you some more." (Y/N) softly groaned as Muzan's tone started to become more demanding. "Did you hear me? I said let me go, before I—"

The contact of (Y/N)'s lips connecting to Muzan's silence him as he made a sound of slight confusion as he felt (Y/N)'s tongue enter his mouth. (Y/N) rolls both of their bodies together, resulting in (Y/N) being mounted on top of Muzan. (Y/N) continued to kiss him, her face softly scrunched up while Muzan was slightly aroused. During his times of fornication, in both forms, he was never the one to be the receiver to these types of situations. But, this felt different. In a rather peculiar, but exciting way.

(Y/N) stops kissing her, a line of of their own oral fluids stretching between each other as her face was a red complexion. She was too into it now that she took the initiative and kissed him, and now she has to finish what she started. She then started to back up from him, grinding her sensitive minge on his clothes as she stopped at his legs, and look down to see a bulge the was protruding out of his pants. (Y/N) softly gulped before she took her hands, and attempted to unbuckle his pants.

Muzan couldn't help but watch (Y/N) struggle to take his belt off, not a moving a single muscle to rebel and make her know her place. He's Muzan Kibutsuji, The Demon King. And yet, here he is being pinned down by a big, supple, fluffy... beautiful... adorable human... I've never noticed... how... gorgeous her body is... Why am I now just realizing this...? He thought as he heard the sound of his belt being pulled off. (Y/N) then unbuttoned and zipped his pants and stood up a little so she could pull them down, and she witnessed his rod spring out.

The glans having a light rose color, while it's body was a pale pigmentation, much like the rest of his skin, and his pubic area didn't have a single shred of hair whatsoever. It was lengthy and girthy, curved upwards as well as veins that were tiddly, but very visible. (Y/N) had a hypnotized expression on her face, as she couldn't help but stare at his thick prick. Muzan tittered at her, but his eyes slowly went down to her stomach.

Her squeezable, kissable, face-layable stomach.

It was like his body moved in impulse as his arm reached for her, and touched her abdomen, making (Y/N) gasp and return to his senses. "Muzan, w-what are you—" "I can't stop looking at your stomach." He utters out as he sits up straight enough to give himself balance as he put his other hand on her, and started to softly squeeze it. "This... thing... this part of your body... its making me feel emotions I've never thought possible. It's so... tender... so... divine..." he then lower his head down as he started to flood it with pecks and kitty licks.

(Y/N) didn't know whether to feel happy or confused, or maybe even both. Muzan has never said anything like this to her before, so it made her wonder if this is a trick, or if this was coming from what he was feeling. "I need you... I want to mark you as my own... And the way I can do it..." he then lifts his head up and got close to (Y/N)'s ear as he huskily whispered, "...is for me to breed you."

Before (Y/N) could get a chance to react, he pushed her down to the floor, and spread her legs out with his knees. His hands next to both sides of her head as (Y/N) was looking at his depraved expression. His eyes were half-lidded, and steam huffing out of his mouth as he took one of his hands, and ripped his black shirt off, revealing his sinewy build, and his scars.

(Y/N)'s pupils dilated at the scenery of his body. Sure he was a demon, but that didn't mean that he looked so attractive, and looked so wicked due to his scars. It was no wonder why (Y/N) never saw him without his top on. "I'm gonna make sure you will be full of my seed the moment I finish inside you..." Muzan hissed out as he wrapped his arms around her, and picked her up with little to no effort.

She wrapped her legs around him, so she wouldn't fall so easily, and put her hands on his shoulders so she wouldn't arch her back so much to the point where it would hurt her spine. Muzan softly laughed as he praised her, "Good girl. And I didn't have to tell you to do that. Now..." he gave her a soft bounce as she felt his hands gripping on her haunches, as she felt his tip grazing her lips.

"I'm gonna make you scream." Muzan hushed out as he slowly lowered (Y/N) down on his shaft, and slowly felt himself entering inside her snatch. Muzan uttered a deep groan while (Y/N) elicited a high whimper. Feeling his long, thick manhood filling her at every inch. Her breath started to tremble again as her nails started to dig into Muzan's skin, but it didn't affect him in the slightest. Muzan continued to lower her down on him, stifling a moan every time he felt her clench around him. "You're so tight, even when I used my fingers on you. That's an interesting feat to have during situations like this, and I'm going to take advantage at that."

He then started to move his hips up and down, only being half inside her, and stretching her rigid walls. She laid her head on his chest as the sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. They way he was thrusting his hips, made her entire body bounce. She closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, moaning into his ear and mewling out his name.

"It f-feels good, Muzan..." she yipped out as Muzan kissed her clavicle and her neck as he responded, "Glad you feel that way, my darling." He continued to lick and kiss (Y/N)'s neck, not leaving a single inch go untouched with his tongue as (Y/N) softly cried in elation from Muzan's rod. "So... Good..." Muzan huskily growled out as he started to sync her hips onto his, shoving his entire length into her, and hitting every spot possible.

His breathing slowly transitioned to groans as he began to have more of a firm grip on (Y/N)'s cheeks, and she had a snug grip on him. "F-Fuck..." He uttered out as he started to bare his fangs out again. Him smelling his scent of his saliva on her neck, made him shiver a little, he was like an animal, marking its mate with its redolence. He then scrapped his canines onto her neck, despite the face that he punctured the right side of her neck with four holes, and bit down on her.

(Y/N) gasped when he bit her, but it didn't hurt as much like last time. He was being careful with her, not biting down too hard to the point where she bled, but rather making the bite visible for others to see. Muzan emitted a groan, sending palpitations on her skin. He stopped biting down on her skin and pecked at the bite mark he created as he then wrapped his arms around her and started to crouch down. He got on his knees, and slowly leaned back to the floor to where (Y/N) was on top of him.

Muzan puts his hands on her hips, and began to move to hips more, all while moving his hips simultaneously. "You feel so much tighter in this position... Its like you want me to release my spunk inside you..." he said, lifting his head up for him to kiss her. (Y/N) closed her eyes as she intertwined with Muzan's lips and not long enough, his tongue. Their tongues danced with each other as they both moaned into each other's mouths and trembled with every thrust they performed on each other.

They both separated each other as Muzan started to move his hips at a breakneck pace, making (Y/N)'s voice becoming more louder, and her cries becoming more lewd. "M-My stomach's getting tighter again... Are you getting close too, Muzan?" Muzan was about to deny the fact that he was nearing his arrival, but then felt his muscles getting narrow as he was thrusting. He felt his shaft twitiching inside her. "Yes my dear. I'm getting close too."

(Y/N) cups Muzan's face as she softly spoke out, "Make me pregnant, Muzan." And locked lips with him. His eyes slightly widened when he heard those words come out of his mouth. But those words were enough for something inside him to snap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and thrusted his hips as rough as he could be, making such smutty noises as their genitalia clash each other. Her cheeks rippled with every thrust he made as her moans were reverberated in his mouth as she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter.

Shortly after, (Y/N) was the first to finish as she gushed her juices all over his pelvis, as her cunt was constricting and her body was convulsing. Muzan's moans started to become growls as with every thrust, he felt himself get closer and his leg muscles started to become tense. Fuck, even after she came, she's so tight... I'm.. Not gonna last... much... Muzan grabbed her waist and slammed her down one final time as he made a heavy exhale through his nose as he felt himself ejaculating his seed inside her, making (Y/N) shiver as she felt his warm load fill her.

Muzan's hips jolted occasionally as (Y/N)'s walls were trying to milk him for all of his sperm stored inside his cullions. They both dropped dead as Muzan had his hand on (Y/N)'s back, and (Y/N) was laying on Muzan's chest. She was breathing profusely while While he was letting out brief nose exhales. They both laid there, soaking in what transpired. "That was... amazing..." (Y/N) cooed out as her breathing was getting quieter and she was making long soft pants. "Yeah, I guess it was. But now, if anyone wants to press you, they'll have to see the bite marks I put on you."

(Y/N) hummed as her eyes started to get heavy. She couldn't keep herself from being awake so before she succumbed to her tiredness, she said, "I... Love you..." and passed out, softly snoring on his chest. It felt like all his hearts stopped for a brief moment, almost as if he felt like a human again. He softly smiles as he whispers, "I love you too, my darling." And kissed her hair.

Oh, and also, I had a different cover for this chapter, but one of my friends on Discord said it wouldn't work with the title.

I greyed everything out except the eyes, pretty cool, but I think the one up top fits the title better.

✌️👋❤️.

[dark-konohagakure2]

I just read your sexually abusive bf sasuke post and oml that made me feel smth. I was wondering if you could write something like that for Madara, Indra or kawaki. Please feel free to just do one of them, no need to do all unless you want to :) I hope you have a great day loves 🫶🫶

tw: noncon, abusive relationships, misogyny, age difference, breeding, dehumanization, neglect, possessiveness, emotional abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Madara doesn't have a girlfriend or lover, he has a novelty, a womb with legs, a breeder. Nothing more nothing less. She is so far beneath him that he might as well be a superior species to her, and he treats her accordingly.

He rarely spends any time with her, having a myriad of more important things to attend to aside from humoring the worthless affections of some silly lass, but when he is around her, he isn't very pleasant to say the least, figuratively and literally keeping her at arms length unless he wants a certain something from her, that something being the only thing he ever wants from her, the only reason he keeps her around.

Being the head of the Uchiha clan, he's almost always either out on the battlefield or training himself half to death for his next battle, so Madara gets very worked up and stressed, and when he's pent up, all Madara wants to do is squeeze his favorite stress toy until she pops.

Her consent and feelings are less than irrelevant to Madara, she is his property, and that means he is allowed to do whatever he wants with her, including but not limited to filling her up with his offspring.

"Stop moving so much, you mewling quim. You're just a tool to me, and tools don't cry and struggle against their owners..."

On the rare occasion that he puts aside time for her, that time will be spend either degrading her, trying to impregnate her, or both at the same time. He'll spend hours on top of her and bullying her poor womb with with his cock, not stopping until he is absolutely certain that he's successfully knocked her up.

If Madara ever does take her out on a 'date', it'll only be after much pestering from her and for the sole purpose of showing off his property to the less fortunate men of the village. He'll keep his hands on her to make sure she doesn't wander off like a wayward child, whether it be an arm around her waist or shoulder or even a hand gripping her ass, signalling to everyone that she's Madara's bitch.

Despite his habit of showing her off, Madara doesn't let her around anybody besides himself, not even letting her near people trusted by him such as Izuna and Hashirama, it isn't because he doesn't trust them, it's because he doesn't trust her. She was a lowly stray slut before he so graciously tamed her, and once a slut always a slut.

If she ever dares to try and leave him, be it due to falling out of love or just plain old self preservation, Madara won't physically stop her at first, instead he'll attack her with his words, picking at her insecurities and keeping her in line with his words better than any fist ever could.

"You want to leave me? Fine then, go back to being an unloved little harlot, see if I care. You don't deserve all of my love and care anyway..."

Madara isn't a bad boyfriend to her at all, because he doesn't even consider himself to be her boyfriend at all, he's her handler, and she's just an unruly mutt who needs him far more than he needs her.

tw: noncon, abuse, power imbalance, master/pet, degradation, possessiveness, collars

Indra isn't as cruel as his reincarnation, but he's still very cold, and views herself as being far above a pitiful little human like her, he sees her as a pet, a pet he takes care of, but still a pathetic little kitten regardless.

He doesn't start off too bad, while he's still possessive and forceful, he still dotes on his pet in his own distant way, petting her hair and graciously forcing allowing her to sit on his lap, and he'll even gift her a lovely collar that symbolizes their strange union. Although the peace won't last very long...

When his father unexpectedly makes Asura the head of the clan instead of him like he had anticipated, Indra is enraged, believing that his dimwitted younger brother has stolen his rightful position out from under him, and he is in dire need of someone to take his anger out on.

Indra's sudden turn from coldness to red hot anger is as jarring as it is terrifying, his Sharingan glowing a bright ruby color as he holds her down, his face etched into a scowl as he forces her to bare the brunt of his fury.

"Don't resist me, stupid girl. You're my pet and it's your job to keep me happy, and I am the furthest thing from happy in this moment, so do your job, now."

After that day any semblance of fondness that Indra had for her is seemingly gone. He still keeps her around, but he no longer pats her head or acts affectionately, instead yanking on her leash harshly whenever he wants her close and forcing her to service his erection whenever the urge strikes him.

He doesn't let her out of his sight either, Indra doesn't want her to be around anyone except for him, especially not wanting her near his father or that damn Asura. She's like a consolation prize for him in a way, Asura might have gotten the position of their father's succesor, but Indra got the most perfect toy in the world.

Indra also won't be as forgiving of disobedience from her as he used to be, in the past he would simply lecture her or give her a slap on the wrist if she went against him, but now if she steps out of line his punishments will be much more swift and brutal, be it a slap across the face or a harsh face-fucking.

If she ever tries telling him that she wants to leave him, Indra will show some mirth for the first time in a while by laughing at her, although it's more of a mocking laugh than a happy one, letting her know that leaving him isn't an option for her.

"You're leaving? Oh how funny, but you seem to have forgotten something, little one. I own you, and you are never leaving me unless it's in a casket."

Indra is nothing short of cruel towards her, but the Otsutsuki doesn't see it that way, he truly believes that the way he treats her is justified because he loves her, because he owns her, and that means he can do whatever he wants with her.

tw: noncon, abuse, threats, semi-public sex, possessiveness, jealousy, victim blaming, noncon kissing

Kawaki actually makes a semblance of an effort to be an actual boyfriend, but he doesn't fully understand how to be one, he thinks that being someone's boyfriend just means having someone he can kiss and order around and nothing more, so that's how he approaches it.

He doesn't try to be mean, but she's always pushing his buttons, trying to hang out with other people that aren't him and not putting out for him, so he sees ever instance of her raising his hand or berates her as completely justified, she's being a bad girlfriend.

Despite how he acts, he doesn't hate her, but she's just so annoying and ungrateful, hardly worthy of all the love he's pouring into her, but he does love her quite a bit, but he isn't able to express those feelings without force and violence due to her tumultuous past.

His gruff disposition will give way to anger when he sees her talking to other men, Kawaki is paranoid when it comes to the people he claims to love, and seeing his girlfriend talking to other guys when she already has him just amplifies these feelings. Why does she always have to be such a bitch? Such a bad, bad girlfriend?

"Who the hell was that? Do you like him more than me? Huh?! If you really love me so much then stop being so damn cold to me and prove it for once.

Kawaki will take her right then and there. She doesn't love him enough to put out, he'll just take what he wants. Fucking is what boyfriends and girlfriends who love each other do, and he's going to fuck her extra hard so she can feel the full depth of his feelings for her.

He's incredibly rough out of both anger and inexperience, he'll try to make up for his harshness in a way by kissing her, but Kawaki is a bad kisser too, his teeth slamming against hers as he presses his lips onto her own, nearly choking her when he forces his tongue down her throat, his bad kissing just makes the entire experience worse for her rather than acting as a band aid solution to his harsh thrusts.

After their 'first time', Kawaki takes that as meaning that their relationship is good and healthy again. Couples are supposed to kiss and have sex all the time, that's the entire point, so he has no idea why she's crying. Maybe she's just shy, or maybe she's just trying to play the victim and make him feel like a bad partner.

Kawaki won't take her seriously if she says she wants to break up, dismissing her words as stupid empty threats, but if she persists, he'll get mad, threatening her with a fate worse than death if she talks like that ever again.

"What?! Leaving me?! Pssh, don't be stupid, if you talk that nonsense again then I'll just send you to the same place I sent Lord Seventh..."

Kawaki doesn't try to be a mean boyfriend, but his intentions don't match his actions in the slightest, but he still tries to justify it regardless, he's trying to be nice, but she just makes it so hard for him.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Long Snake Moan 3

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki

Summary: your boss gives you a task you’re not prepared for.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit at your lonesome perch, hidden behind the large floating screen. Your job can be isolating. People only speak with you to get to Tony and even then, they’re just as often too intimidated to approach you. You only really have any sort of mutual acquaintance with your boss and he just tells you what to do.

You expect the footsteps that approach to pass you by as you always do. Instead, a shadow appears on the other side of your extended monitor arm. You look up as green eyes glare down at you from above the frame of the screen. You sit up as you stare at Loki.

“Stark. Now.” He demands.

Your eyes skitter over to your boss’ door then back to the angry man, er, god? In front of you.

“I’ll see if he’s available, sir.” You go to open your teams and he pulls your screen so it’s above you.

“I am not asking if he’s available. I mean to speak to that mewling quim and I would do so at once,” he demands, squeezing your monitor so splotches appear below his fingertips.

“Sure,

You stand and step around the desk. He moves with you, slithering like a snake. He’s too close. You go to Tony’s door and knock. He got in late last night. You know because you had to bring a burger and shake to his house. The fabulous life of Tony Stark’s assistant.

You wait but don’t get an answer. You tap again and peek back over your shoulder, “I don’t think--”

“Enough.” He presses against your lower back and reaches around you. He twists the handle and urges you inside ahead of him. Tony’s at his desk smirking at his phone. He looks up in surprised chagrin.

“Woah, what the hell--”

“There you are.” Loki greets with sinister delight. He nudges you to the side but you can’t escape the office. You just stand there dumbly as he blocks the door. “So, I am to be ejected from this rock.”

“Ah, yeah, sorry about that boss,” Tony drops his phone and leans back in his chair. “Something about a criminal record. Not exactly what I would call an invasion of a city but we don’t need to go into semantics.”

“Mm, you think you’re clever. Well, I do believe you’ve forgotten who I am.” Loki stands straight, birdlike as he glowers down his long nose. “I’ve become rather acquainted with your mortal legislation. Rather antiquated but simple enough to understand.”

“Sure, and what loophole did you find, oh, might prince?” Tony challenges.

Loki snickers. It's a noise that electrifies your scalp. You don’t like that.

“Upon my understanding, and I did consult with one of your Midgardian law practitioners, I have it that I am eligible for residence upon the grounds of marriage.”

It’s Tony turn to laugh. He cackles in glee and rolls forward, leaning his elbows on his desk with interest. “Marriage? And who the hell is deluded enough to marry you?”

Loki tilts his head and smirks. His eyes stick to Tony for just a moment then crawl around the office and land on you. You frown.

“It is rather cruel to make her tell me. I'm certain she begged you not to make her but we all know the sort of creature you are.” Loki sneers and unbuttons his jacket, reaching beneath. “The very same reason why you would be entirely unaware why she shouldn't like to hurt me.”

He unfolds the paper as he strides to Tony's desk. You watch, paralysed and perplexed. Your chest thumps. What is going on?

He spreads the document under his fingers and stands straight with a triumphant smirk. Tony slides the paper closer and clicks his tongue. His eyes skim the print and his mouth falls open. He looks at you.

“What?” You gulp.

“Married. To him. You? And him?” Tony wags his finger back and forth between you and Loki.

“Married?” You squeak.

“Oh do be certain to call city hall to confirm. You will see the signatures are legitimate, as well as the stamp and registration number,” Loki boasts. “We did expect your uncouth reaction so we did keep it under lock and key until we were certain. These dire circumstances however, have forced us into the light,” he lifts his chin, “isn't that right, darling?”

“Mr. Stark,” you cross the office and try to see the paper. It can't be real. A marriage license. With your name on it. Next to his. “I swear–”

“You know what?” Tony claps his hands then slams them on the desk. He pushes himself to his feet. “I don't have the time for all this stuff. It's weird. Look, sweetheart, call me a car. As long as you do your job, I can't be bothered. Got my own shit, you know?” He glances between the two ot you again.”Very strange.”

He struts around the desk and past Loki. The taller god steps in front of him, raising and open palm.

“Ah, one more thing. She isn't your sweetheart so lets keep that to a minimum,” he pats Tony's chest and hums.

“If you've had your snaky self near it, trust me, I'm good.” Tony knocks his arm away and continues out the door.

You stare after your boss only to find your eyes drawn by the pair watching you. You make a strangled noise and throw your hands up. “Married?!”

“A wonderful ceremony. Small. But romantic,” he purrs. “I've always been rather fond of tricks and you mortals make them so much easier.”

[wheredafandomat]

Agent bred by frost giant king | Mission gone wrong

@thatfreakycouple

18+ | contains smut. NSFW

For this video, there are multiple cameras set up in the small gym room no one uses that you and Loki had made into a secret sex dungeon complete with a bed, a bed that you were currently tied to. Ankles and wrists bound, you gasp as Loki enters, the thick leather of his boots causing a slight echo. Turning your head, your eyes meet as he steps towards you, full Asgardian battle gear adorning his body.

“Where are your avengers now, pretty one?” He asks, voice stern and sultry as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “Or have you not called them?” He adds causing you to bite your lip “oooh, you haven’t?” He continues, his expression turning into an amused one as his cheek hollow slightly on the oooh “perhaps you don’t want them here” he sniggers “you don’t want them to witness how much of a mewling quim you are.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You plead, voice high pitch.

“Nothing you won’t enjoy.” He smirks, sitting on the bed and continuing to stroke your cheek, the camera above you both giving the perfect view of your faces as your eyes linger one one another’s, Loki’s hand venturing lower, caressing your collar bone as you sigh contently before he cups one of your breasts, massaging it through the material of your black leather catsuit, your eyes falling closed. His fingers grip the zip of your suit before he begins tugging it down, you seemingly snapping back to reality as you fight against your restraints.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I require an heir” Loki answers nonchalantly, his hand venturing between your legs causing you to buck your hips “and you’d be perfect.”

In a very erotic display of his power, Loki rids himself of his clothes, standing proudly in all his glory. He’s hard now, his cock seemingly bigger as he strokes it. You lick your lips, Loki smirking as you do so. He practically tears the rest of your suit off leaving you bare as he straddles you.

“I-it’s not going to fit.” You gasp.

“What do you require?” Loki questions.

“I need to be” you begin, pausing as you look away with a small smile, biting your lip, your eye catching the camera for a split second “wet” you finish, looking back up at Loki.

“I see.” Loki responds, moving further down the bed before pulling your knees apart and diving straight between your legs with his tongue leaving you writhing against the bed as you moan, Loki flattening his tongue against your pussy.

“Fuck fuck fuckk.” You whimper, grinding your hips against his face as he circles your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back exaggeratedly as your head falls back against the pillow, your restraints shaking as you try to break free from them. Once his face is slick with your arousal, Loki pauses his movements, eyeing your wet cunt as he moves slightly to the left allowing the camera directly in line with you at the end of the bed the perfect view. Satisfied, he rips the restraints off of your ankles before you wrap your legs around his waist as he moves above you, pressing his cock against your entrance.

“Now, you’re going to take it like the whore you are and give me an heir to my throne.” He speaks ominously before pushing inside of you. “So tight.” He says between gritted teeth.

“You’re stretching me so good.” You almost cry.

“Taking me so well.” He praises, bottoming out before pulling out and slamming inside of you again ensuring that it’s hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall. He continues fucking you like this, loudly as you scream out in rapture. The obscene sound of your wet pussy coupled with Loki thrusting in and out of it almost made you smile as you imagined how it sounded through the camera.

“Want me to cum inside this tight pussy? Hmm?” Loki asks, almost breathlessly.

“I want you to fuck me from behind.” You answer, Loki slowing his movements to a gentle grind.

“If I untie your hands, you won’t even try and fight me, you want this, you want me to fill you, you want to be my whore don’t you. Say it.”

“I want to be your whore.”

“Louder.” He instructs, stilling his moments.

“I want to be your whore!” You almost scream before Loki effortlessly rips the restraints from your wrists off. You quickly roll over, lifting your hips slightly before Loki enters you, fucking you from behind as he wraps his arm around your torso, lifting you higher.

“It’s soo big, too biggg.” You moan, facing the camera infront of you, mouth open, eyes hooded.

“Not long left traitorous whore, I can feel it coming.” Loki all but growls, fastening his pace before he reaches his climax, hips stuttering as he cums inside of you. Your body falls limp against the bed whilst Loki spills every last drop inside of you. “Good girl, that’s my good girl.”

Literally destroy me

Tags:

@lokiprompts @mischief2sarawr @lulubelle814 @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @eyesbluelikethetitanic @vickie5446 @mcufan72 @fictive-sl0th @peaches1958 @xorpsbane @sailorholly

[zevlovor]

Zevlor and Pet Names he calls you

Content Warning: Sexual/BDSM themes

When he's feeling romantic

Baby Girl (obviously)

Baby

Darling

(My) Love

(My) Dear

Dumpling (if he's in an extra cute mood)

My Light

My Star

My Sweet

Love of My Life

When he's feeling freaky

Baby Girl (the sequel)

Baby

Kitten

Precious Thing

Temptress

(Obligatory) Good/Bad Girl/Boy/Pet

When he's feeling extra freaky (and has explicit consent to address you this way)

Whore

Harlot

Slut

Mewling Quim (jk)

No I will not elaborate (unless you ask me to 👀)

Feel free to add your own! ❤️‍🔥⚔️

[azzuredragonstrikemain]

Hades /Poseidon x Reader who is in a coma for two years Pt1.

AN: Art doesn't belong to me I found on Pinterest. RoR/SnV doesn't belong to me either I just came up with the story.

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Hades sat in a chair his face forlorn as his lavender eyes traveled to the bed. The sun shone through the curtains yet it did not rouse the one he wanted to see most. On the bed there lay a beautiful woman, her (s/c) skin shimmered in the morning light. Her fairy like smile and features always seemed to brighten his most darkest of days. Gently taking hold of her frail hand he lifted it to his face gently rubbing it against his cheek. "My dear sweet (Y/N) please wake up soon." he murmured.

Lavender eyes closed as they envisioned his lovely spring rubbing her thumbs across his cheek. Opening them again, the King of Helheim brows sank in depression. (Y/n) laid there unmoving, just the sound of her soul breathing was his only response.

A soft whoosh alerted Hades that the two had a visitor. Deft footsteps made their way towards the two rulers. Hades without even looking already knew who it was. Green boots stopped just three steps behind the god. "She's the same the nurses say that her vitals are still stable." Hades told. The god behind him hummed in acknowledgement. "As there been any movement?"

The gods voice was cold yet it held a quiet undertone. Tilting his head back the God of the underworld gazed at his younger brother. "No their has not been any movement from her." notify his brother. The blonde haired god nodded as his blue eyes watched his brother turn back to his wife. While the two men sat in silence another stood in the hallway, her (bf e/c) hues gazed on in sadness. Oh my dear friend, please pull through we all need you here. Big brother still needs you. she prayed.

"Can you believe her?"

The woman' pointed ears pricked at the voice. "I know it's so disgusting." another stated. The woman without turning her head, narrowed her eyes at the two nymphs. "Faking an illness just so she can get attention. How typical." the first one laughed. "Yes, I quite agree. If only that silly flower nymph had added a little more poison then we would've had a chance of taking h-" before anyone of them could finish the deafening sound of the ocean raged outside. The two nymphs huddled together their fearful hues turning to the woman.

Wind blew around (h/l) (h/c) hair, making it appear as if the goddess was in her husband' domain. "You wretches." her voice seething with anger and hatred. The goddess was now fully facing them her fists clenched in a tight fist while the wind that swirled around her grew more violent. Looking behind the oceanic being they could see an armada of salt water crocodiles forming."Prepare to face the wrath of the ocean you mewling quimes!" she yelled.

The two nymphs screamed as they ran. The ocean goddess not far behind began yelling profanities and insults at them while the crocodiles snapped at their feet.

Both Gods turned to the commotion outside. "It seems your wife is as loving as ever to her dear sister in law, isn't she Poseidon." Hades joked. Poseidon made no comment on his brother' remark instead he followed the echoing sounds of chaos and rage.

The king of the underworld laughed in silence but his smile soon shifted into a frown. Veering his attention back to his wife, he softly squeezed her hand. Eyes holding sadness again.

Somewhere else in the halls of Valhalla, the queen of the oceans had cornered the two nymphs. The two dreaded what fate the Queen of the oceans would reign down upon them. The crocodiles inched forward "Cease this pointless squabble."

The great reptilians turned to see there king, "Poseidon why in Valhalla would you order theEE - HEY!" the god of the seas had grabbed (bf Y/n) by one of her shoulders and started dragging her back to the room. "Poseidon what are doing? You dummy!" they exclaimed. The god of gods ignored her as he made the crocodiles disappear back to their homes.

The two nymphs that had cowered in fear where now standing up and smiling in triumph. "My my did you see that?" one asked. The other nodded, "Yes I did. Hey maybe," before she could even finish the floor below them had opened. Screaming the two nymphs fell into the depths of the earth.

Back in his wife' room Hades had threaded his fingers with her own but the loud boom of the earth closing had caused him to look at his brother who had just re-entered the room. He was about to say something when a twitch made him freeze. Hades' lilac eyes held hope as he whipped his head in your direction.

(e/c) orbs gingerly opened as they took in their surroundings. She could hear the one sided argument of her brother and sister in law. Turning their head to the side, she smiled as she lightly gripped the hand in hers. "My love, why the tears?"

The king of the underworld was shedding tears as he gazed at you. Lifting the hand that held yours, he deftly kissed it. Sooner than he could speak he heard a voice behind him. "(Y/NNNN)!" his sister in law zoomed past him and was on the other side of you clutching, as gently as they could, your other hand. Gazing to look at them, you smiled. Big fat tears were rolling down their big (bf e/c) doe eyes.

Smiling even more, you slightly laughed at their behavior. Hades also chuckled at the action but his smile grew more as he leaned into your forehead and kissed it. "Welcome back my lovely (Y/N)."

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This is for the sunshine that I follow on this platform. They recently had surgery and Idk why but some people think that she faked it. Well I'm gonna put out my feelings bc I recently lost someone due to cancer. She hid it from us because she didn't want us to worry. I'm still mourning. Also sorry if I made Hades out of character, I mainly write for Poseidon or some other character like him. I hopped you liked it.

[lokiinmediasideblog]

One thing I've noticed abt Marvel iterations of Loki is that he has a toxic masculinity problem, but it's only when he's on the evil side of the scale. There are good guy characters who have toxic masculinity because the writers don't see it for what it is or they intend it to be a deliberate flaw in an otherwise good person, but with Loki his ability to respect women seem to be aligned with his general sense of morality. He calls Black Widow a gendered slur and underestimates her for being an emotional woman, but when he's abducted by TVA and has his redemption through watching a video he never disrespects women again and treats Sylvie decently even when she's openly antagonistic toward him. Same with the comics. Old Loki used to treat women like complete garbage, but his reincarnation made him suddenly drink respect women juice even toward ladies who are antagonistic to him or treat him unfairly, like the AllMother, whose authority he respects even while they openly blackmail him. I think it's interesting to see how Loki's dynamics with women are a measure of his current character.

On comics!Loki pre-reincarnation:

There's also the shift that he has more allies/acquaintances who are women now.

Before he had more women as acquaintances/allies, there was pretty much just Amora and Lorelei to a lesser extent. Him and Amora have an interesting dynamic in that he was the only man in Asgard on whom her wiles and enchantments didn't work (in the disparaging "not man enough" typical bs of earlier Marvel).

To me, Loki gave internalized repressed/closeted vibes back then. And Thor is an ideal that he can't reach and is constantly defeated by (And it's why I extremely dislike "Asgard is a socially progressive utopia and not a very toxic patriarchy" retcons). Asgard's cyclical nature is a metaphor for generational divides and cycles of abuse.

I (personally) interpret Loki's reincarnation as a last-ditch effort to escape his oppressive environment and Loki has to constantly fight an uphill battle to not get dragged back into it because everyone's trying to put him back in his former role or box. And as Ikol, they've managed to discover more about themselves, become a better person, and are doing somewhat better (still very traumatized tho).

On MCU!Loki:

I think it's a mix of Loki being the dark horse of the MCU (can't have the such a popular character saying those terrible things), Loki playing up his villain role to be taken more seriously, and things that were ok to show in 2012 are not okay anymore (and I remember a lot of criticism for that scene back then while a lot of people laughed about getting that past censors).

For example, Peter Parker is casually homophobic in the Sam Raimi movies. Tony Stark makes transphobic jokes in Iron Man (And that movie is an example of islamophobic white saviorism). And queue my annoyance with early 2010s badly written think-piece's fixation on Loki as a "character you should not like. you impressionable teen girl! you're going to get into abusive relationships!" when those exist...

Seriously, I'd be significantly less of a Loki fandom-wanker if it weren't for my exposure to the beginnings of "liking evil characters leads to DV irl" 2010s thinking in fandom and its over-focus on Loki.

Past the Doylist explanations, Loki's instances of toxic masculinity could be characterized as Loki playing up his villainy to seem more threatening. The two instances, he is trying to get a rise out of his opponent (e.g. Threatening to harm Jane to get Thor to fight him, calling Natasha a mewling quim). Outside his short villain career, he doesn't have such incidents (and I was surprised to see that he risked his life for Jane in T:TDW ).

[unusual-raccoon]

Aerys wins the rebellion and celebrates by ravaging Lucerys on the iron throne in front of the captured defeated lords of the rebellion?

Ooh, Anon 🤤. This one, this one got me. NSFW ficlet under the cut. Warnings; cousin incest, public sex, intersex velaryons, vaginal sex, clit slapping, overstimulation, blood play, biting

to call it a victory, would be unjust. the rebellion had been crushed. Lords that had been guilty of treason against their king had been gathered in the throne room. the likes of houses baratheon, stark, tully and lannister were knelt upon the ground, bound. the remaining complement of his kingsguard had secured the room, among them, his white bull - Gerold Hightower.

despite the efforts of children playing at war - for a northern girl, no less - a Targaryen king still sat the iron throne... a king and his consort.

"wider," Aerys growled against sweat-dampened white curls. his teeth caught upon the tender flesh of his cousin's neck with a starved sound, the taste of iron bursting across his tongue. Lucerys' trousers adorned the throne room floor, pale white thighs are exposed, wet with nectar, spread wide - though not wide enough.

"let them see," he commanded, his hips ground higher into the warm embrace of his cousin's quim - stretched around him.

Lucerys' head sank back, indolent, against Aerys's shoulder.

obediently, willowy legs were thrust as far as his throne might permit, mewling as streaks of crimson spilled in spidery rivulets down the pale flesh. he sucked more readily from the wounds upon the curve of Lucerys' neck, smiling with red-stained teeth at their captive audience. higher and harder he sought release in his cousin's quim. Lucerys bounced in his lap, cooing delicious sounds that hung thick in the air and dripped syrupy from the walls.

his hips rose off the throne in a heedless, savage rhythm. the wet clap of skin on skin, tacky with blood, echoed through the throne room.

his cousin toyed with his pretty little cock, tugged it between his thumb and forefinger as Aerys filled him. his delicate jaw was adorned with pearls of stray, delighted tears.

Rhaegar had fallen in battle. and so too had his legacy been pruned.

he should've been wed to Monford - not some dornish whore, Aerys thought with spite. Lucerys keened a beautiful sound where Aerys struck the aching bud above his quim, his thighs trembled, fresh blood dripping down to bird-boned ankles.

he was without a son, without an heir.

Rhaella had fled to dragonstone following young Viserys' death when kings landing had fallen under an ultimately failed siege, and had remained there with half of the Velaryon fleet and a newborn babe. a girl.

the royalist force, while eventually victorious, had sustained losses in this war. to remain victorious they needed to grow once more, to shore up their succession, multiply, and return their blood - the blood of old Valyria - to glory.

let their enemies bear witness.

"sons," he panted against Lucerys' nape, "you will give me sons."

his cousin babbled, round rear thrust back against Aerys' thighs. quim clenching, in view for all to see.

"pure Valyrian sons."

"ah! - yes, yesss, my king."

"and they shall give each other sons," Aerys panted as Lucerys yowled, the slick walls of his dripping quim were drawn claustrophobically tight around the girth of the king's cock.

Aerys hissed between blood-stained teeth. he witnessed the way bound men squirmed in shame and disgust...and several in arousal.

Lucerys' peak was upon him with a cry, shattering in Aerys' lap, dripping sweat, blood, tears, and come. his stones tensed, swollen and aching, and ripe with generations to come. a new legacy.

Aerys rubbed a clawed hand at the flat plane of Lucerys' stomach, splitting the soft flesh with sharp nails, thin cherry red blood smeared between them; Lucerys whimpered a weak little moan. he snarled, hips pumping in a slow, deep pace as bloated his consort's womb with the future of their house.

Lucerys trembled, dripping seed. Aerys slapped at his aching bud once more, rubbing a few rough circles into the slick flesh until his cousin wept and shivered through a second release.

none in their captive audience appeared more repulsed than his old friend...Tywin Lannister.

he summoned forth his pyromancer with a snap of his fingers, a large narrow-mouth glass flask in his grasp. the contents sloshed viscous, and noxious and green.

"Ser Gerold," Aerys panted, rubbing an idle hand across the swell of Lucerys' belly. his pretty, little cousin mewled a quiet sound as the knight stood before them.

"bring me your traitor brother-in-arms, Jaime Lannister."

[hot-celebrity-lover]

Please, Kate. Squat over my face like this and make me eat your mewling quim.

[worstloki]

thinking about how if all of Loki and Natasha's conversation in Avengers 1 was projection instead of just most of it it implies so much about what was used against him by Thanos.

Yes, the idea of sending someone with a way out "as a balm" after trying torture to make him cooperate.

"I'd say I've expanded his mind" as if Loki asked what the scepter did, what it was doing.

"Is this love, Agent Romanoff?" when she wants to know if Clint will be intact after it's over, a refusal to answer when Thor may wonder the same of him and not like the answer.

"And what will you do if I vow to spare him?" we already know Thanos would use Thor's life against Loki. We already know Loki's bargain included sparing Midgard from Thanos, but not Asgard.

LOKI: Your world in the balance, and you bargain for one man? NATASHA: Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over that LOKI: What is it you want?

Could Loki have faced a choice for Asgard and chosen only Thor? A direct parallel, including however Loki does/doesn't identify as Asgardian, and his mindset in conquering. He's not got conviction and she mirrors that nonchalance here.

Loki asking "Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?" and listing her crimes is another line usually understood as projection. Loki has his list too, and doesn't think great of it. "Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer. Pathetic!"

"You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers." is a pretty apt description of Asgard. But could it describe Sanctuary too? What did Loki have to do to prove his loyalty to Thanos before being judged worthy of the scepter, of a bargain at all, and to retrieve a whole infinity stone for him at the cost of one?

"You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!" This is generally understood as blanket guilt/regret but he says it so angrily it's often dismissed in favour of just snitching on HYDRA within SHIELD. Re: What did Loki have to DO while under Thanos?

LOKI: I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you! Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear! And when he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!

Assuming Thor is the one Loki would bargain to save, is this a threat that has been made to Loki before? Is it what Loki knows would come of a successful bargain with Thanos? Being hurt by Thor is what he's feared before, but does it hold true even after the events of Thor 1? The idea of Thor being used against Loki being an intimate way to kill, while also acknowledging that Thor might not want to do it and might realize what he's done and hate it?

[eyluvu]

Rewatched avengers with my sister yesterday and loki calling nat a 'mewling quim' is SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME like he thought he was being so insulting and nobody knew what bro was yapping about 😭😭 such a polite way to call her a whining cunt loki good job

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Loki’s monologue to Natasha from Avengers? 🥺 After she says she has red in her ledger.

((Amazing choice, Anon! You shall have it!))

ROMANOFF

The matter is not foggy in the least—My ledger runneth red; I’d turn it black.

LOKI

Can so much writ in red erasèd be? Thou, Dreykov’s daughter, of São Paulo fame, the fire inside the hospital, ‘tis true?

Yea, Barton told me ev’rything he knoweth. Your ledger drippeth—gusheth—red with blood, Yet thou think’st saving one man who, in sooth, Is no more virtuous than thine own self, Will change a tittle of the scarlet hue? This sentiment is base, thou art a child Who whispers orisons and doth imagine That some god, far off, hears and shall respond.

Pathetic woman—thou dost lie and kill In service of the liars and the killers. Thou thinkest thou are separate, withal A code thou keepest only to thyself, Aught that shall keep away the frightful horrors, Yet they are part of thee, and e’er shall be.

[He strikes the wall of his cell. Romanoff seems to be full of fear and grief.

I’ll not touch Barton ‘til he killeth thee! ‘Twill be my order—slowly, intimately, In ev’ry way he knoweth of thy fear. Then shall he wake just long enow to see—In terror and dismay—the work he’s done, And when he screams, I’ll split his skull in twain. Such is my bargain for thee, mewling quim.

The Bard’s Avengers Game

[untilthenextencore]

Cosmic: Ch. 6~...

Galatea came back into consciousness in pieces. She shifted in bed slightly, almost thinking everything a dream. A wondrous, wonderful, beautiful dream. If she wrote everything down in her diary that had happened in the last 24 hours - as she planned to - she still might not believe it later. It sounded too fantastical. Too fantastical. Too fantastical to be believed. Not even in the most lurid bodice-ripper could she ever read, imagine or believe such a story. It seemed too much to be believed. Too much for a dream even. She was hard pressed to say that she would believe it normally...

But for the arm wrapped around her. The legs tangled with hers. The curls she found tangled between her fingers still. She smiled to herself. An ecstatic smile that only brightened as her eyes opened to regard her bedmate.

There she found him passed out beside her with his hair tossed half over his face. A slight shadow of his beard wanting to peek out; a two o'clock shadow perhaps. Lips slightly parted & softly snoring. Though even in his deep slumber, he never once relinquished his hold on her.

Gently, ever so gently, she reached up & began caressing his cheek. Fingertips tracing careful trails up his jawline & along his profile.

He responded by stirring slightly, a smile tickling the corners of his mouth.

She softly ruffled & ran her fingers through his hair, coming closer into his embrace, nuzzling him. Nuzzles quickly turned into kisses. Slow and tender and soft. Trailing along his jawline from end to end. Trailing up the dimple in his chin to his cheeks, lips & nose. Retracing those last few steps & returning to his lips over and over. As she kissed him her nipples grazed his chest & she fought back a shiver & a groan less than completely. A soft mewl & tremble escaped despite her best efforts.

In an instant she found his arms coiling around her tighter, pressing her to him. Belly to belly. Her nipples grazed against him more firmly, making her shiver against him yet again, this time less than controlled. His lips slanted over hers firmly. Curiosity now claimed. Experience claiming the innocent.

Jimmy purred into the kiss. Growling as he crushed her to him. "Mmmm... Wanting more are we, my darling?... A little more this morning before we send you off to school?..."

She wriggled & mewled. "Noooo..." Soft giggles escaped her lips in between more kisses. "I'm still a bit tired... You wore me out..."

"Alright..." Jimmy chuckled in kind. "What's with all the snogging then?" He asked in between more kisses he seared onto her lips.

"Mmmm... I just wanted to kiss you... I couldn't help it... I wanted to... Something about you... Your lips... It was calling to me..." She hushed as she allowed her fingers to trace along his lips once more between kisses.

The caresses were replaced by kisses again & again. Interspersed with kisses. Punctuated with kisses.

He shifted against her slightly, and just as he felt her nipples graze against his chest, she felt his length press against her. Grazing against her mound. She felt it nudge against her, twitching as it nestled against her quim.

"Jimmy, nooo... No... No please..." She mumbled between more kisses & soft giggles. "I have school later... Remember?... You'll have me falling asleep in homeroom or study hall or God forbid math class!"

"I know, darling. I know." He chuckled again. "Just trying to stay warm, yeah? We have to keep warm. It's a cold night after all." He then added as he held her closer, snuggling her & keeping her in his embrace. "Let's huddle up, luv. Snuggle up." His length nestled between her thighs. "We need to stay warm."

She mewled at the contact. "Mmmm... You always make me feel warm, Jimmy... Really warm..."

"Glad to hear that, luv..." He grinned smoothly and easily, if a bit sleepily. Sleepy or not, his hand still fell to cup her full round bottom, making her gasp as he pressed her flush against him, making it so his length thrust between her legs, nestling all the way inside.

Though ever the gentleman, Jimmy made sure not to prod or make attempts at piercing her quim. He had made a promise to her. And it was a promise he would keep.

His angel deserved no less.

Instead, he merely ground between her thighs a bit. His hands he busied by caressing her back & bum as he held her close. He groaned at the feel of her silken thighs embracing his throbbing, rousing & quickly hardening length. And despite his better nature, Jimmy couldn't help himself. He found a particularly enticing curve of her high round bum, one he had been drawn to caress again & again, and gave it a small, gentle yet firm pinch.

Galatea gasped & jolted, her positioning making it so that her hips bucked, quim grinding against him slightly. He grunted & groaned again, head falling to her shoulder, lips claiming that same familiar spot on the curve of her neck. Again she jolted, making it so he thrust between her legs again.

"Unnngh..." Jimmy grunted. He was trembling with the strength of his lust. Nay, of his want. Of his need. Of his desire for her. His craving for her. "Galatea..." He rasped. "Please... Let me... Let me... Let me do this... Just this... Just this..." As proof of what he meant, he began pumping his hips, thrusting his now raging erection between her silken thighs. "I swear to you I'll keep my promise... I... I swear on my life... I'll not push you, force you, or try to make you do anything you don't want or are not comfortable with... I swear to you... I promised... I promise, Galatea... And I'll keep that promise..."

Galatea could hear him. Every word. Both said & unsaid. Hear how he panted. Hear the need in his voice. Hear the raspy barely checked, thinly veiled clutching want of her. Of her help. Her assistance for relief. She could feel him trembling. His caresses soft, yet purposeful. Expert, guitar-callused hands exploring her body. Despite her continued tiredness it too sang for his attention. Yearned for it. Craved it.

And so it was that Galatea's response came in a soft hushed. "Yes..."

Instantly Jimmy shifted to sear another fierce kiss onto her lips. In thanks. And in display of his deep-seated need, want, desire, craving & yearning for her. The kiss was punctuated by yet another sharp pinch to her bum before his hand splayed & cupped her rear, holding her close - though Galatea was not going anywhere as it was - and began thrusting between her legs anew.

She pressed her thighs close together, wriggling a bit & rubbing them together around him. Her arms stayed locked around him, holding him close, clinging to him for stability as she rode his thrusts. Their hips clapped together softly when he thrusted particularly hard.

He was panting now. Eyes glazed over slightly. Heavy-lidded. A thousand-yard stare focused on her locket. Clearly lost in his burning need for release. She shifted slightly, tenderly framing his jawline with her fingertips, tilting his chin up so he met her gaze. Her gaze both reverent & curious as her voice came in a soft hush. "Jimmy?..."

"Mmmm... Perfect girl..." He purred in return, hips never once losing their rhythm. "My beautiful girl... Mine..." He thrusted up slightly, still making sure not to enter her just yet as promised, but instead grinding his shaft both in the cleft of her thighs & against her dampening quim. "Mine..." He huffed again, cupping her bum to hold her in place yet again.

Though yet again Galatea was not in a mind to move at all from where she was in his arms. It felt too good. Even better with his length rubbing her like so. She hiccupped a mewl, jolting slightly at the sudden change, hands cupping his face as her fingers once again tangled in his locks. "Mmmm..." Her mouth fell open, panting in the key of bated breath once more, the heat fanning against his jawline. Her eyes smoked over before suddenly clearing and then fixing on his, looking up to him for guidance. "Jimmy..."

These sensations & experiences he knew, however welcome, were wholly new & likely overwhelming her.

She needed his instruction.

"Galatea..." He rasped, trailing kisses from her lips down her jawline & neck. "Precious girl... Don't worry. Don't be afraid. Don't fret, my dear. I have you. Hold onto me, my darling. Hold on to me. I've got you." Then as her arms came around his shoulders again, hands still cupping his cheeks, thumbs caressing the shadow tenderly.

"Jimmy, I..." She cut off, eyes flickering with the fires he was building in her. They were on the verge of smoking over. Lips parted in a soft pant that said everything she didn't quite yet knew how to express.

"Mmmm, here..." Jimmy purred again. He knew what she meant. How could he not by how her quim dripped so onto him as he thrust? Sliding his left hand down the curve of her rear, Jimmy swiped his middle finger across the head of his erection as it too dripped, gathering some of the leaking precum. This same finger he brought around to her panting mouth as it closed, pressing it past the cupid's bow & into the sweet, wet heat inside.

Her eyes flew wide open in surprise, to which he replied with the simple instruction. "Suck. Just like you did earlier. Just like you tried earlier." Then as she dutifully followed his instruction, tongue beginning to lap his finger clean as she sucked, he purred anew. "Mmmm... Good girl..."

He repeated the motion. Over and over. Slowly gathering bit by bit of his precum on his finger & feeding it to her waiting, willing mouth. "Mmmm... You're so hungry, little one... Just like you were hours ago... So hungry..." This only served to stir him all the more. Making him growl. Making him throb. Making him grow. Grow & grow harder as he pumped between her legs.

Jimmy smiled as he added. "One day perhaps I shall feed you in full... Teach you how to take me... How to drink from the source... " His words had an instant effect on her, making her drip anew against him.

This elicited a new purr from him. "Ohhhh... You like that idea don't you, darling?..." He chuckled, thrusting his finger in her mouth softly, sliding on & around her tongue. "But for now we'll stick with this... Don't want to do too much too soon, yeah?..." Galatea nodded, cheeks aflame with another blush. "That's my girl..." He purred.

More pinches then came in between his thrusts as he grunted. "Mmmm... Since when have you had such a peachy bum, my dear?"

"Mmmm... I don't know... Just always had it I guess..." She blushed, mumbling her response around his finger.

"Will wonders never cease?" He chuckled, pinching her all along the peachy bum he was growing so quickly enamored of. Short, sharp, quick pinches.

"Ah!" Galatea cried out softly at a certain sharp pinch. "Jimmy! Careful! Not so hard! You'll bruise me. I'll have a hard time sitting with so many marks on me you know?" She giggled.

The pinches stopped suddenly. Replaced by caresses. Soft, tender & sweet. "I'm sorry, baby..." He murmured against her lips in between more kisses. "Here..." His hand switched between those same soft caresses & massages, Jimmy massaging away all the little stings his pinches had given her.

Galatea swooned. Between his passionate kisses & his sweet caresses & massages & his all-encompassing embrace she was enveloped by him. Her arms wrap tighter around him, keeping him in a little cocoon of her own. A gossamer web. Spidersilk thread. Fine as candyfloss & one he could easily break from if he wanted.

But he never wanted to.

And he never did.

Instead, he held her as close as she did. Closer. His hand on her bum, cupping the peach and keeping her pressed flush to him. Breasts rolling & pressed to his chest flush.

His cupped hand on her bum curved slightly further, fingers seeking further purchase in her soft flesh. This allowed him further dexterity & easier maneuverability in his thrusts. He leaned her slightly back, leaving her suspended slightly, not quite on her side not yet on her back. Suspended in mid-air.

Her only blissful recourse was to lay back - as best she could - and ride his thrusts. Her breasts bounced with each thrust now that they were no longer crushed to his chest. Her nipples due to all the friction were now tight. Tight. Tight. Distractingly tight. Deliciously tight. As Jimmy now well knew. He was sorely tempted to retake one rosebud nipple into his mouth yet again, yet he restrained himself. He wanted to see her free. Bouncing free. Riding free. Riding him freely. Well... As best as she could right now...

His hand cupped on her rear kept her joined at the hip with him. Joined at the mound with him. Cleaved to him. He fit so well inside her already this way. He could only imagine how well he could fit in her in other ways...

She belonged to him.

She was his.

His.

His entirely.

And he was becoming ensnared by her just as fast.

If not faster.

If not ensnared entirely at this point.

And as he gazed down at his buxom, bouncing maiden he saw that she rode him so well. So well. So. Well.

He arced his fingers along the curve of her bum to keep her connected to him but he needn't do that much even.

She wasn't going anywhere.

Not then.

Not willingly at least.

Galatea only braced his left bicep with her right hand, feeling the sinewy muscles flex as he held her in place with a purr. She hiccupped a mewl, bucking her hips against his, into his, as he pounded her. Pounded her while somehow still leaving her most tender, precious & untouched entrance untouched as promised.

This hiccupped cry & little buck stirred Jimmy intensely deep inside. It caused those fingers softly curled around Galatea's peachy rump to tighten suddenly. A little clench. But before she can respond to that, the clench was followed by a sudden slap. Nay, a spank. A sharp spank. A short, quick spank. Right to that little peachy rump of hers.

Galatea gasped, eyes flying wide & fixing onto Jimmy above her.

His eyes were glazed over, heated by hearth fires ablaze within. Fixing his flame-licked gaze on her, Galatea felt the flames licking her all over as their gazes met, Jimmy then growled a single three-word order. "Do it again..."

Galatea gazed up at him stunned. "W-W-What? What? Jimmy, what?" She was confused but she didn't fight or fuss or show any sort of discomfort.

Jimmy repeated the motion, spanking her again & instructing. "Do it again." The jolt made her hips roll into his, making her grind into him again. This elicited a low, throaty croon of approval. "Mmmm, yes... Just like that... Good girl..." Such approval was then punctuated by yet another short, quick, and sharp spank.

She never complained once.

Instead, Galatea merely continued to roll her hips into his as instructed. She grunted softly with her efforts, undulating against him. All the while she allowed him to continue his ministrations too. His spanks. Quick, short, sharp spanks that he spread around. Shifting his target around. Spanking various parts of her round bum, delighting in the sound, the feel, the rebound of her soft flesh beneath his hand.

At first, each spank came with hushed instruction. "Again..." His hand, when not busy with its spanks, cupped & braced her hips, guiding her in her motions when her rhythms stuttered & began to falter. But even in his correction, he was tender, hushing hot against her cheek & neck with soft kisses. "Yes... Just like that, my dear... Good girl..."

She shivered at the sound and the feel. The feel of him; gentle yet firm, caressing & spanking, augmenting his two o'clock shadow-tinged kisses with tiny nibbling bites here & there along her jawline & neck. He was so hot & hard against her it's a wonder he didn't singe her. In between her quim & its petals slicked over with dew & excitement and his length's drizzling & weeping need he was thrusting much smoother now.

Whether he knew it or not, her hips stuttered & faltered in their rhythm due to the heated pressure building low within her belly again. The existence of this heated pressure soon became known to him, however. More so as she panted & mewled, whimpering his name. "Jimmy..."

His eyes flew up to lock on her. There he saw her; flushed, panting, eyes nearly completely smoked & hazed over. It spurred him to action. His hips sped slightly, grinding against hers all the more.

He growled.

He too was overcome. Even when his eyes closed all he could see was her. Her. Her cheeks that were ablaze with her still ever-present shyness. Her smoked, heavy-lidded eyes. Her parted, pouted lips as she panted in excitement & anticipation.

He was curious. Once again his finger slid along the weeping tip of his erection. Once again said finger slipped between her lips & was eagerly welcomed. Her lips wrapped around the drizzle-covered digit, drawing it slightly further into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at the drizzled, sucking happily as her hips met his at a slightly faster pace themselves. As she sucked her eyes locked on his, mewling around them as she tasted him once more.

He growled, hips snapping faster again. Again the spanks returned, slightly sharper & with more of a snap to them in his ardor, causing her to mewl around his digit. They only stopped when his hand came to yet again cup & grip her hip as he pounded. The pounding continued until with a groan, his hips at last stuttered in kind as Jimmy found himself spilling himself within her in a way. He came between her thighs, slashes of his release fireworking on her thighs, against her dripping quim & along the curve and cleft of her bum.

A few of these slashes were swept up & fed to her as he panted, head resting on her shoulder, collecting himself in the shattering, mind-numbing afterglow. Each serving she sucked up as willingly as the last. Silently & dutifully drinking down his tribute as he panted & gathered his fractured thoughts into something resembling a coherent train of thought in his now buzzing mind.

When he finally lifted his head & gazed at her once more he huffed a breathless. "Thank you." His finger tickled & toyed with her tongue, making sure she had drank every last drop & licked him clean before removing them & slanting his lips over hers yet again. "Thank you..." He repeated amidst panting, hungry kisses. "Mmmm... So sweet..." His right hand then fell, trailing down her spine as he leaned back, having her rest half on the bed, half against him.

As his hand reached the curve of her bum, it carried on. Fingers caressing & teasingly spreading her lips.

He heard her mewl & felt her wriggle in his embrace. "Jimmy...."

He grinned, kissing her & murmuring against her lips. "Shh, shh, shh... Here... C'mere..." He cupped her chin in his left hand, returning to the kiss as his fingers toyed with her folds. Gently prodding. Caressing. And finally spreading them slightly between his index & ring finger as his middle finger delved back into her tight, wet heat, pumping gently.

Galatea gasped, clenching his finger as it wriggled its way back inside, this time from the back.

"Shh... Shh... Shh..." He repeated between more teasingly soft kisses, then adding. "Your turn..." He grinned softly, pumping his finger in her tightness.

Galatea wriggled & whined, rolling her hips against his. "Jimmy..." She panted. "Jimmy... Jimmy... Sensitive...

"Does it feel good?..." He asked, pausing momentarily.

"Mmmm..." She flushed deeper, nodding despite her shyness. "Mmmm, yes..."

"Good..." He grinned, rewarding her with another sweet kiss. "Mmmm..." A grunt escaped his lips as he pressed his finger in deeper. "Ride it out..." A slow easy smile spread along his face as he began pumping his finger in & out, exploring her from a new angle.

Galatea panted, rolling her hips against his, her mound being rubbed just right as her body arced against his. "Jimmy... Jimmy... Jimmy, no... I... I can't... I... Ah!" A soft cry then escaped her as he pressed his ring finger to join his middle finger.

"Mmmm... Sweet girl..." He purred, enjoying how her walls clenched tighter on the newly intruding digit. He loved how, try as she might Galatea couldn't help but rock her hips against his. "That's it, darling... Ride my fingers... Good girl..." A soft kiss pressed to her cheek was her reward as she wriggled and panted, arching her back slightly. Her hips lifted instinctively to meet his hand as it gently clapped against her backside as his fingers curved & explored.

"Jimmy..." Came the whine again. "Jimmy... Jimmy pressure... Pressure... Ah! It... It... It's building..."

Jimmy took the warning in stride, a smooth easy grin spread across his face as his fingers thrust faster. "I know... I can feel it..." He grunted, as her walls constricted around his searching digits, making his momentarily spent erection throb. "Mmmm... Isn't it delicious, my dear?..."

Galatea's eyes once again smoked over, lids growing heavy, answering instinctively before she could think better. Before her shyness could stop her. "Not as much as you..." She hushed, hips rocking & tilting as he thrusted.

Jimmy responded by cupping her cheek & searing a hungry kiss onto her lips, fingers thrusting faster. "That's my girl..." He hushed to her in a husky voice. "You definitely deserve this now..." Curling & arcing his fingers to find & zero in on her most tender spots once more, Jimmy instructed. "C'mon now... On my fingers... C'mon, my girl... C'mon..."

Her back arched, breasts pressing to his chest as she tilted her head back, eyes closed as she struggled to hold off just a bit longer. "Jimmy... Mmmm... Jimmy... Jimmy, you don't understand..."

"Now now... None of that..." He admonished with a light tap to her rump, reminiscent of his earlier spanking. "Be a good girl, Galatea... Be a good girl... My good girl... Okay?... Just let it happen... Just let yourself go... Okay?... I've got you... I've got you... Mmmm... Just let go..." Finding her sweetest of sweet spots & zeroing in on that, Jimmy pumped his fingers deeper, again cupping her cheek with his free hand, watching avidly as her gaze hazed over.

"No... No... No... Jimmy... I... I... I can't..." She mewled, despite her hips grinding against his again, this time mound to mound. Despite her walls clenching on his fingers. Despite her moans. Despite her wetness. Despite it all, she protested weakly & half-heartedly. "Mmmm... No..."

Jimmy just continued to zero in on that favorite sweet spot for his part. Fluttering kisses along her jawline & cheeks. Punctuating that flutter, which made her heart & stomach flutter in kind, with a kiss to her lips, Jimmy hushed a soft. "Yes..."

Galatea nodded. "Yes..." Finally giving in. Her gaze stayed smoky. Both distant & in the moment. Keenly in the moment. Lost in her haze. Present in his arms. Under his spell. She moaned into his mouth, returning to the kiss in order to muffle her sounds as he hit all her spots so expertly.

But it was to no avail.

Jimmy returned every kiss she gave him happily but pulled back at the sound of her moans, telling her. "I want to hear you..."

She nodded, despite herself. Despite her shyness. She was too far gone.

And so it was that as Jimmy brought her to her peak at long last, she cried out. Panting against his lips. Moaning as he found & massaged all her weak spots, until she too was weak. Too weak to fight with her shyness anymore. Weak. Weak for him.

And as she shattered against him, once again crying out. "Jimmy..." In a gasp that tore itself from her lips, she spilled for him as he wanted, as he asked for. Cumming for him as he ordered. Calling for him. Moaning for him. Out loud as he wanted. Her release coming in a squirt against his hand & belly due to her position. Galatea trembled in his arms, the little aftershocks taking her before it all went black.

When she "came to" moments later, Jimmy was again wiping her sodden quim clean.

"There's my girl..." He cooed, careful to get every last drop of both of their releases. "Here now... 'Ere... Open..." He parted her lips a bit to wipe some of his release that clung there. She wriggled a bit, still sensitive, but he was insistent. "'Ere now... None of that... Let me clean you properly, my dear... You need this..." He said, even as he was still dripping.

"But..."

As if he could read her mind, Jimmy cut in. "Ladies first after all..."

With that she gave in again, letting him lift her leg & position it so he could wipe more of his release off of her.

After that, he wiped himself clean before switching things up & turning her on her stomach to place a cool damp towel over her bum. A cold compress. Repayment for how well she took all his pinches & spanks earlier.

When he returned to the bed, she noticed he had his fingers in his mouth. The same fingers he had had inside her just moments before. Sucking her taste off of them.

"Mmmm... Sorry, luv..." Jimmy grinned, noticing her blush. "Couldn't help meself..." He met her in another kiss, yet again flavored with her release. When he broke the kiss, she gasped softly, blushing deeper as he added. "You taste divine... You're just too sweet for me not to..."

Her breath felt hot & still in her chest. Hotter still when he slipped back beneath the covers with her & next asked.

"Wot was all that earlier though, darling? You were trying to tell me something, perhaps? Did I miss anything?"

"No..." She shook her head, shyly meeting his gaze as he cuddled back up. "You were wonderful as always... Amazing really... It's just... I didn't know how to tell you before... Your fingers went... Where they went... I was meaning to tell you... That is... I was meaning to say... That... When you were grinding into me... Between my thighs... Grinding against me like that so... I... I... I..."

"What, darling?..." He asked, taking her hand & kissing the knuckles before patting it comfortingly.

Her answer came in a shy hush, springing forth at once. "I came already..."

Silence.

Stunned silence.

Silence she felt she had to fill.

"That is... I think I did... I..."

He cut her off. Sweeping her into his arms & crushing her to him he seared yet another passionate kiss onto her lips. A hungry, devouring, thrilling, deeply thrilled ecstatic kiss. One that only broke when both were near breathless & dizzy. "I thought so..." He hushed before hugging her closer still. "Oh my darling, why couldn't you tell me then? Were you so afraid? I certainly hope not!"

"No!" She shook her head adamantly. "No not at all! I just... I was too shy I guess... I didn't have the words... I don't know how I just said it now!... I just forced it out really..."

"Darling..." He kissed her sweetly, still holding her tenderly close, his heart surging as he spoke. "Galatea darling. Darling, I understand. Still... You mustn't ever be afraid to tell me these things! Not at all! Not ever! And don't worry, my dear. Soon you shall find the words. I promise you. Perhaps I shall teach you myself as well... Would you like that?..."

Galatea nodded mutely, face still afire in a blush even as she returned the kiss he soothed her with.

"I'll only do it on one condition though, my dearest Galatea..." Jimmy noted.

"Hmmm?" Galatea gave another nod, prompting him to continue.

"When I teach you the words you must use them... As I say... And don't be afraid to say them... They might seem naughty... But I swear to you they're perfectly natural. All right? Promise?"

Galatea gulped. The gravity of the situation suddenly struck her again. Yet it didn't dissuade her in the least. She nodded. "Promise..."

Her reward was yet another sweet kiss, a tighter cuddle & two words crooned into her ear as they yet again fell back to sleep. "Good girl..."

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Hope you all enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!

[mischievous-serpent]

Compromises Over Wasted Meals

Summary: Loki and Y/n are both new residents within Avengers Tower, and Y/n quickly discovers that Loki hasn’t been eating any of the meals left for him. Although, they’re not even close to being friends, Y/n will do whatever it takes to persuade Loki that his past actions aren’t worth starving for.

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Chapter 5 (See Masterlist for all chapters.)

(Y/n's POV)

Beep, beep, beep.

I grunt as I roll over and slam my hand onto my alarm clock, successfully quieting it. I crack open my eyes and am immediately met with a ray of sunlight hitting them. Rolling out of bed, I sigh as I trudge into my bathroom and begin washing my face. After my face is washed, I head toward the elevator, determined to finally get some food in my stomach.

Skipping into the kitchen, I'm met with the smiling face of Steve. "Good morning, Y/n," he greets. "Would you like some pancakes?" he asks, motioning toward where he's flipping the fluffy food.

"Yes, please," I answer, grabbing a plate and stacking a pile of pancakes onto it. Making my way over to the table, I douse my pancakes in maple syrup, drop a pile of fruit onto them, and add a buttload of whipped cream. I glance up to see four pairs of eyes staring at me. "What?! I haven't had anything to eat in twenty-four hours. I'm starving," I announce, digging into my pancakes.

"Good morning, my friends!" Thor suddenly shouts as he enter the room.

I would respond if not for the fact that my mouth is stuffed full of pancakes. Luckily, Natasha responds for the enter room. "Good morning, Thor," she greets, smiling over the rim of her mug.

Halfway through my breakfast, I realize that Loki is the only one missing. "Where's Loki?" I ask the group of superheroes.

"That's a good question. Not that I'm complaining, but where is Reindeer Games?" Stark questions, holding up his cup of coffee.

"My brother prefers to eat alone," Thor responds. "You wouldn't happen to have any pop tarts, would you?" Thor asks, directing his question toward Tony.

"Um, yeah. I think there's some in the cupboard over there," he answers, nodding his head toward the far right side of the kitchen.

"Ah, I thank thee," Thor chuckles.

Swallowing the last of my pancakes, I hum in satisfaction. I make my way over to the counter and place my dirty dishes in the sink before making another plate of pancakes with slightly less toppings. I then make my way down the hallway while everybody else stares after my retreating form. Walking into the elevator, I allow it to take me back to floor where the bedrooms are.

"Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S?" I address Tony's AI.

"What can I do for you, Miss L/n?" J.A.R.V.I.S asks.

"Please call me Y/n," I request, uncomfortable with the previous name.

"As you wish."

"Where is Loki's room located?" I question, still wandering through the hallway.

"Mister Laufeyson's room is the fourth door on the right."

"Thanks, J.A.R.V.I.S," I say, smiling at the ceiling.

"You're very welcome, Y/n."

I make my way down the hall before stopping in front of Loki's bedroom and knocking on his door. A few seconds pass by before I hear a slight movement coming from within the room. "Who is it?" I faintly hear Loki ask from the other side of the door.

"Um, it's Y/n. I thought you might be hungry. I brought you some pancakes," I answer, holding up the plate even though I know he can't see it.

"I'm not hungry," he growls.

"Still, you should eat something," I advise.

"Leave me alone, you mewling quim!!" he shouts.

I jump a few inches off of the ground, startled by the loudness of his voice. "Alrighty then," I whisper to myself, rolling my eyes. "I'll just leave this hear then." I place the plate down next to his door before heading back to my bedroom.

Once I reach my room, I strip out of my shorts and tank top and climb into the shower, relishing in the warm water hitting my back. After I dry off and brush my teeth, I change into denim shorts and a plain black T-shirt.

I don't have anything else to do, so I decide to check out which books I have on my shelves. After scrutinizing every book in my bedroom, I eventually choose To Kill a Mockingbird. I remember reading it in school, but it's one of those books that you find joy in rereading time and time again.

I must have fallen asleep reading, though, because the next time I open my eyes it's five o'clock at night. Stretching out my stiff limbs, I make my way downstairs, passing by Loki's door to retrieve his plate. When I reach his room, I notice that his plate is untouched and everything on it is surely cold by now. I carry the plate downstairs and plop it in the sink before sitting down at the table with the rest of the Avengers.

"So, how was your day, Y/n?" Tony asks, making small talk.

"It was good. I didn't really do much besides read and sleep, but it was nice to just be able to relax without having to worry about pissing HYDRA off," I comment before I realize what I'm saying. The others look at me with sympathy but choose not to say anything, which I'm extremely grateful for.

"Um, Y/n. We've decided that you should train so you can improve you're fighting abilities," Steve casually mentions while I dig into my plate of spaghetti.

"I thought I wasn't allowed to use my powers," I say, shoving a meatball into my mouth.

"You're not," Steve replies. "There are other ways you can improve your fighting without having to use magic." When all I do is nod, he continues, "We were thinking you could start tomorrow."

"Um, yeah, I guess," I give my consent, finishing off my plate of spaghetti and going to get seconds.

"Okay, cool. So just be downstairs by five and we can start by going on a jog together," Steve says.

I'm pretty sure that my jaw dropped down to the table. I can hear Tony quietly snickering behind his hand. "Five in the morning?" I ask for clarification.

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" Steve asks, pausing in his eating.

My mind is screaming at me that this is insane and that I should shout, 'Yes, there's a problem! Are you crazy?!' I don't want the Avengers to think that I'm a weakling who needs coddling, though, so I instead smile sweetly and reply, "Nope. No problem at all."

~~~

I sigh as I once again pick up a full plate of food. Loki hasn't eaten anything since he arrived. Granted he's not human, but his body must have some limitations on how long it can go without food. I don't even know why I care if he eats or not. If I'm being completely honest, I think it has something to do with the fact that I can relate to him in a way.

It's noon anyway, so I head downstairs to make myself lunch. After searching the entire fridge and all of the cabinets, I decide to make a ham sandwich, making sure to add extra ham. I hum happily and turn around, almost running into a sturdy chest. My mouth opens in shock once I realize that I almost ran into Loki, who is finally out of his room.

"I simply came down to get some tea," he states, rolling his eyes once he sees me staring at him in shock.

"Don't you want something to eat?" I dumbly ask.

"No," he brusquely answers.

"Here, take this sandwich," I say, offering him my sandwich.

"What is it with you pesky mortals?" he questions. "I told you that I don't want food."

"I worked hard on this sandwich, you know?" I mention.

I jolt in fear when Loki abruptly spins around and spitefully shouts, "I didn't ask to come here! Do you think I find it pleasant to be forced to live in the same building as a bunch of pathetic mortals such as yourself?! I can assure you that I don't," he finishes, glaring at me with malice.

I soon find myself snapping right back at him. "You think you're the only one with problems? Well, guess what? You're not. I don't care that you don't want to be here. This is your punishment, and you're here whether you like it or not. So instead of acting like a spoiled child, maybe you should man up and just eat the damn sandwich!!" I shout, shoving the plate into his hands before storming off to cool down.

I make it back to my bedroom and take a few deep breaths to calm down. A single tear makes its way down my face when I think about what might have happened. Me getting angry has never resulted in a good outcome.

When I walk back downstairs for dinner later that day, a smile makes its way onto my face. I walk over to the sink and start washing the empty plate, watching as breadcrumbs disappear down the drain.

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