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Amid The Winter Snow

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Mostly just fluff, but please do take note of the Use of Alcohol, Loss of Consciousness, Dubious Consensual Sex, Edging, Overstimulation, Mild Kidnapping. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

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Author’s Note 1:- Written for Navy & Roo's @the-slumberparty Naughty or Nice Challenge. The prompts I used from the Nice List were 20:- "You're never going to get rid of me.” and 8:- "You're going to spoil the surprise." Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this fun challenge.

Author’s Note 2:- The inspiration for this piece originally came from the following video link https://youtube.com/shorts/DahCSXJc8U0?si=dpcp8kuAJfLRTSrP sent to me by the delightful @dangertoozmanykids101 , who along with @lokislastlove and @caffiend-queen have somehow managed to get me thinking that Loki may not actually be so bad after all.

Author’s Note 3:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- A trip to Tony Stark’s Annual Christmas Party lands you with a future you never dared imagine.

Pairings:- Loki x Female Reader

Total Word Count:- 6,157

Waking up snuggled under warm blankets and supported by a mountain of pillows, your eyes adjusting to the shimmering winter wonderland outside the window caught you totally by surprise as this was not the view from your bedroom. Hell sitting up reluctantly and finally focusing on your surroundings this wasn't even your bedroom. Adorned in exposed wooden beams that rested atop the most beautiful log walls you had only ever dreamed about, the massive mahogany sleigh bed currently holding you in its embrace in the middle of the room complemented the rustic furnishings perfectly and told you without a shadow of a doubt that you had somehow left the city far behind you.

Pulling your gaze back to the bed now, the puckering on your left side also showed undeniable evidence of someone else's presence and as your fingers reached out to touch the ruffled pillows your mind tried to recall just how exactly you had ended up here. But there was only one way to do that. Metaphorically leaving the room behind and the uneasy feeling of comfort and home it instilled within you, your mind took flight through memory's flow as images of your last known activity appeared before your eyes like windows into a life you barely remembered living.

Shimmering in a dress of frosted blue that reminded you of something out of the movie Frozen, dancing in Tony Stark's arms was most definitely the stuff of dreams. But here it was actually happening, as was the rest of the night that accompanied it. Starting with the laughter, celebrity guests, entertainment and glorious food that Stark's parties were renowned for, there was also the aforementioned dancing as well as a host of holiday themed party games designed it seemed to get each participant to drink more alcohol than was healthy for them and help the spirit of the season make them do things they wouldn't normally do.

And still within the revelry there were also quite magical moments to expand one's knowledge and learn of others seasonal experiences. Talking with Steve and Bucky for example, you got to hear about what Christmas was like for them in an America that currently seemed so far removed from this one. Where families and neighbors actually took time to spend with each other rather than wasting their time on the latest fad or gadget that all the television stations told them they just had to have. While later sipping drinks with Nat after she found you in a corner nursing your tired and aching feet, the difference in traditions of a Russian Orthodox Christmas were laid out before you in a story that had you hearing snippets of her Russian accent that only came out on very rare occasions like this one.

Then of course there were the family guests discussing all the ways to trick their little ones into believing in Santa for one more year, while no Stark party would be complete without Thor passing around some Asgardian mead to those he deemed worthy, namely two super soldiers and next it was his turn to impart his tales of Yule celebrations and Odin riding across the night sky to visit the people in their homes. Yet some vital piece of information was still missing. Hidden somewhere within the memories of this wondrous evening, a sinister element had hijacked your celebration and landed you at your current location. But who or what could that be?

Drawing back slightly now from these prominent memories and focusing instead on the wider scenes within the Tower's environment, you didn't need the flashes of green catching your attention every now and then however to finally discover the root cause of your current predicament. Not when the man of the hour was now standing in the doorway naked as the day he was born.

Shrieking now at his sudden appearance as it, and his unclothed figure, drew you back to the room where your waking form had first alerted you to your abduction, even superhero parties and copious amounts of alcohol in no way prepared you for this revelation. Which is why your next response found you scrambling deeper into the bed as your hands fisted the covers and dragged them over your head just in time to hide the smirk that graced his features as your own embarrassment took hold.

This has to be a dream or perhaps a nightmare. But he wasn't having any of it.

Moving into the room now and climbing up onto the bed as most children tended to do with their parents, your form still hidden beneath the covers felt his weight as your mind silently questioned how he had moved you here without the Avengers stopping him and more importantly, what he planned to do with you. But you were not yet willing to give voice to these particular questions with the result being having to deal with the villain before you, so you remained quiet and still in the hopes of waiting out his attention. That is until part of the covers were snatched back and an even bigger shock replaced any that had come before.

Watching now as Loki released the covers from your upper body and lay back down on what you accepted had to be his side of the bed, his naked form so close to you might have been enough of a cause for alarm if not for your own equally unclothed body laying on the bed right before your eyes. It seemed he had been busy in the time you had lost to sleep. Which now that you actually thought about it, you didn't quite know how much time that was and a quick glance around the room to reveal an utter lack of clothing indicated only one person here had the answer.

And it wasn't you. Which now left you little choice but to engage the man beside you in conversation.

Watching you all this time now in return and fascination as if he could somehow read your thoughts, Loki would have given all he had to ask how you were feeling and what you were thinking but he knew this was something you would have to work through on your own. Especially given how things had gone down. Thankfully though the god of mischief wouldn't have to wait long however until you gave up exploring what had gone before and finally put both of you out of your misery. "Loki, what in the everloving hell is going on here? Where are we and why have you kidnapped me?" you asked, fearing his answer yet still more concerned with the fact that neither one of you seemed to be wearing anything.

But then again perhaps clothes should have been the least of your concerns with what the silver tongued devil was about to reveal. Reminding you in every little detail about Stark's party two days previously and how after one dance you had promised to be his forever, closing your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose to stave off the migraine you could feel building with every word he uttered, a flash of memory whisked you back in time once more to confirm all that he had just told you.

Back at the Tower and having just walked away from Thor to grab yet another drink, turning back from the bar to the party had that same flash of green fully in your vision now as Loki stood talking to Eric Selvig while directly across from them a distracted Hawkeye glared daggers at the god it seemed he would never quite forgive for the ordeal he had been put through. Not that you could blame him. Still though as your eyes took in his immaculate appearance, you had to admit there was just something so mysterious about Loki. Which may in part be the thinking behind what you did next. The other part most definitely being the alcohol so easily accessible to all who required it.

Placing the glass to your lips and emptying the contents in one go, you quickly ordered another and just as swiftly disposed of this too before standing straight, walking the short distance between the two of you and ignoring his company, cleared your throat to get the god's attention. And what attention it was. The full force of it thrust upon you now almost rendered you speechless but thankfully the alcohol in your system took over as you knew it would and propelled you onwards. "Loki you seem to be trying to grab my attention all night so I figured one of us better man up and ask the other to dance. What do you say, are you up to the task?"

Taking in your appearance now with a clearly defined look of amusement on his handsome face, he excused himself from Selvig's company before taking you by the elbow to a quiet corner to ascertain just how willing you appeared to be. "Tell me pet, even though I am more than up to the task of occupying a wench such as you, what makes you think I actually want to? You don't exactly strike me as anything other than a lowly mortal. Hardly worth my time really," he continued but couldn't think of much else to say when you dropped to your knees and licked his bulge through his pants before rising back up and turning your back on him to walk away.

Not that you made it very far however.

Shooting out his arm to grab your wrist just in time should you somehow vanish, Loki pulled you back against his body in the same instance a curtain of magic shot up around your location and hid your interactions from prying eyes. "Well, well, well pet consider me interested. But now that you have my attention, how do you plan to keep it?" he asked as his hands moved down your dress and rested against your hips before drawing your ass back to feel the glorious package your lips had just now awakened from its slumber.

Grinding yourself against him very slowly now as the alcohol in your system destroyed all your usual shyness and awkwardness, you snaked your arm up towards his neck before grabbing his shoulder, turning your body towards his and finally giving voice to your inner desires. "Dance with me like I asked and if you're any good I promise to be yours forever."

Delighting now in this uninhibited, playful side of you as you then leaned closer and nipped at his chin with your teeth, many many dances and numerous glasses of alcohol later you soon found the party winding down as Loki once again moved both of you to the same corner that had kicked off this whole affair. Yet neither of you still seemed ready for the night to be over.

Sitting you on a couch next as your body finally succumbed to all the enjoyment the evening had to offer, the god of mischief contemplated what to do with you next until you went ahead and solved the problem for him. Reaching out and somehow managing to successfully grab hold of the waist of his pants, you pulled him towards you and toppling sideways on the couch, shocked him even more as your fingers made short work of removing the belt confining your prize. Placing your hand through the opening next and coming in contact with warm flesh, you would have taken a moment to revel in satisfaction at the gasp you heard above you, but you weren't afforded that opportunity.

Pulling away and straightening to his full impressive height, Loki now reached out and pulled you too into a standing position before placing his lips gently against your forehead and uttering words that you had never heard before and probably never would again, for it was then that darkness claimed you. Looking at your unconscious form now as he held you close and marveled at your beauty, another part of him silently screamed at what he had just done. After all you were the one making all the moves and yet his mother's voice kept whispering that none of this was right. That he was a better man than this.

Well, this you too would soon find out.

Returning back to the present now with still no recollection of what had happened in between, yet at last acknowledging that waking up naked in a strange man's bed was never a good sign, you let your mind guide you to the obvious conclusion and turned the full force of your anger on the god responsible for what you assumed had happened.

Pounding your fists against his chest now as you verbally berated him for kidnapping you, stripping you and having sex with you when you were in no condition to either accept or decline his advances, all the fight suddenly left you when he simply reminded you once again of your behavior at the party and the promise you had made.

"Oh for heaven's sake you imbecile, who knows how many drinks I'd had at that point. You can't honestly think I was serious?" you now replied before tossing yourself back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling in total shock at all that had transpired. But it seemed there was an even bigger shock yet to come.

Straightening himself out now beside you in the bed yet remaining a respectful distance from you, Loki waited for your breathing to relax before he finally spoke. Promising you on his mother's honor that he had not harmed you in any way, you were about to argue that the evidence against him didn't look good until he pointed out a tiny fact your shocked and agitated state had somehow totally overlooked ... you weren't completely naked after all.

Reaching out and eventually taking your hand in his, he guided both of your hands down your trembling body and under the remainder of the covers so your senses could actually acknowledge what you were finally experiencing now that calmness had replaced hysteria and his words had told you that you had actually slept in your panties. But there was also so much more.

Releasing your hand now and giving you a few moments to feel around and convince yourself that this was not a dream, another set of muttered words left his lips and smoke rose from the fire and magically took human form before your very eyes. Coalescing now into shapes that resembled Loki with you unconscious in his arms, you watched transfixed as the male smoke cloud sat the female on the bed, removed her dress and tucked her into bed before floating through the door to your left and reforming back again some moments later. Standing then on Loki's side of the bed as the female cloud slept on oblivious to any of this taking place, it next lay down beside her and pulling her close, drifted off to sleep before the whole scene disappeared back into the fire.

So that's what Loki claimed had happened. Both of you had simply slept, you safe and warm in his arms. But how could you know this was true? Beside you lay the god of mischief after all. The very same trickster who had called forth an alien army that tore New York apart. And yet as your fingers played with the fabric of your panties and your mind reminded you that the twins preferred it when you didn't wear a bra, a deeper dive into your feelings brought a startling revelation to the surface ... you didn't feel any different.

Oh sure, you had consumed a fair amount of alcohol at the party and it seemed that alone had been responsible for you sleeping away a whole twenty-four hours, but other than that everything else felt fine. In truth, you felt great. Mentally cataloging all your extremities, from your head to your toes you felt better rested than you had in a very long time. Your panties, as all the evidence showed, were not only still intact but also appeared to be as clean as when you had first put them on and if Loki had violated you, then he must have done one hell of a job covering it up because not a single inch of you showed any signs of an assault. Hell even your memory couldn't conjure up any feelings or memories of terror of any kind. There was only peace. Sweet and blessed in a way you couldn't even imagine.

And yet one thing kept you from totally accepting that all of this was real ... your panties were as clean as when you had put them on. But how could that be? Had you really slept straight through twenty-four hours without even needing to use the bathroom? Could such a thing even happen? You knew from previous experience that your relationship with alcohol was intimately linked with numerous night time visits to the toilet, so this alone had to be evidence that Loki was somehow tampering with your memories, right? Embedding a false sense of reality and security to make himself look like a hero instead of the villain everyone knew him to be.

But how to prove it? Thinking just a few minutes more, you finally had enough with the doubts and so decided to just ask him straight out. And his answer here too totally surprised you.

"I helped you use the facilities pet," he answered simply, "and might I just say that while your ability to consume alcohol would rival that of any Asgardian, it really does play havoc with your motor functions," he finished with a smirk as the memory of your chin and arms resting on the bed filled your vision now while your lower body languishing on the floor sprang to life before your very eyes.

You now remembered this clearly and you didn't need the rest of the memory to recall waking the dark haired god from his slumber to help you up and escort you to the bathroom or all that came after. The embarrassment alone was more than enough to confirm that this was no magical illusion. He had indeed been your knight and revealed a part of himself it seemed no one else knew existed. He actually wasn't truly evil.

Armed with this new knowledge now and confirming with him that he had indeed helped you twice more with your personal issues as well as making you a light meal when your stomach finally returned to your body, you now relaxed back fully into the bed before asking what his plans were now. Something Loki was only all too happy to discuss with you.

"Well pet, if you're feeling up to it, I thought we might get dressed and explore some of the area you'll now be calling home. After all, there is the promise you made to a god and as a result you're never going to get rid of me," he confirmed before rising from the bed and holding out his hand to you.

Looking at it and him now and thinking of all that had occurred for you to end up here, as well as the frightening things that could have but never happened, you finally released an exasperated sigh as you reluctantly acknowledged he was giving you a choice. Not a terribly enticing one, but one all the same. After all you had in your drunken state promised to be his forever and being how old he was and the customs his kind were probably used to, it's no wonder he took you at your word. But he also could have taken you. Just like he could now simply reach out, pull you from the bed and magically force his will upon you.

Yet this he wasn't doing. Still standing there silently as you thought through how you wanted to proceed, it seemed you needed no coaxing at all however when mere seconds later your hand appeared in his and a surprisingly gentle tug later had you kneeling before him on the bed as his arms now wrapped around you and held you close a few moments longer before he then completed the movement and brought you fully upright to stand on the floor beside him.

Leading you away from the bed then, while magically extinguishing the fire along the way, a trip through the other door within these walls and a wardrobe the size of your own bedroom appeared before you. Divided up into two distinct halves, Loki left you to explore all the outfits that appeared to be yours before swiftly joining you fully clothed in winter gear that not only looked completely functional, but also made you want to reach out and snuggle deep against his impressive frame.

Shaking this particular thought from your mind however as his intense gaze told you he was trying unsuccessfully to figure you out, a more focused inspection now of your own clothing section soon had you dressed in a green outfit that somehow complimented his red one perfectly. Smiling at you and your choice now, Loki took your hand in his once more and leading you from the wardrobe back through the bedroom, both of you walked through the main door to stand in a glorious hall flooded with light from the double doors leading outside to the balcony he informed you wrapped around to the room you had just left.

Leading you away from there then through the hallway towards the front of the house, his soothing voice added the fact that upstairs consisted of four more reasonably sized bedrooms and a beautiful bathroom that he suspected would draw you in the minute you laid eyes upon it. But all that it seemed would have to wait.

Moving down the wooden stairs next into the open plan living room, the fireplace here too caught your eye straight away and suddenly without thinking, images of you, Loki and a bunch of little ones reading Christmas tales in front of it sprang into existence in a way that took your breath away. It looked and felt so real. Realizing now that Loki had still been talking about the layout here while you had been distracted, you quickly pivoted back to the present and smiled and nodded in return as if you had been paying attention all along. And it seemed you pulled it off.

Continuing on now towards the front door as if you had been hanging on his every word all along, stepping outside and sitting into Loki's waiting car revealed the drive to the main road lined with trees that glowed in soft white lights that made the whole place look and feel like a magical wonderland. But it was nothing more than a simple light display to the wondrous spectacle that greeted you later once Loki had walked you through the local village and treated you to all the little festive activities that brought out a joy in him you rarely saw in adults anymore. It was something almost childlike and it totally fascinated you as the walking racked up and the spirit of the town drew you in the same way it seemed to call to him.

Driving back home then with all your little shopping trinkets and parking the car back where you started, heading towards the front door of the cabin your progress was stopped abruptly as Loki reached out once more to take your hand and this time smiled in a way that lit up his whole face as he now led you down a path on the far side of the beautiful building.

Telling you to watch your step carefully now as the snow here lay thicker and undisturbed upon the ground while rocky outcroppings created an unsteady and meandering path, placing his hand occasionally on the small of your back when he worried the conditions might upset your footing brought an ease you never imagined you'd feel around someone like him. But then again, he had been surprising you nonstop since your alcohol fueled steps first brought you to him. And now was no exception when your destination at last came into view.

Finally reaching the end of the path as it opened out towards a massive clearing, your walking stopped and your breath hitched at the sight laid out before you as there simply were no words to accurately describe what your eyes were seeing. Taking in the sight of the solitary tree lit up and seemingly growing in the middle of this frozen wasteland, you would have wondered how there was even power out here to bring light to such a scene until your companion moving closer reminded you that he was capable of just about anything.

Taking your hand now and leading you towards a low rock formation, a blanket materializing out of thin air for you to sit on actually brought a smile to your face when you obliged and Loki proceeded to continue to flaunt his magic to produce a beautiful pair of skates for both of you to wear. Lacing these up then as Loki did the same beside you, your mind once more began to focus on the sheer beauty all around you until the man who had brought you here shattered the silence and spoke once more. "Well pet, what do you think? I knew by your attitude at Stark's party that this was a place lacking your presence. You're the final piece of the puzzle to make this place magical."

Cutting off your retort now before you had a chance to vocalize it and ruin any image he had concocted for this moment, Loki continued on to explain what made this particular spot so spectacularly special. Pointing out the obvious that this was normally a lake while also not indulging your questions as to how this single tree thrived here, he did however admit that the effect you saw before you was all his doing. Which you totally accepted when you finally took to the ice and discovered the tree you thought that thrived in the absence of all other life was actually a construct of Loki's magical abilities.

Standing back where you started as if giving you a chance to discover the wonder of this oasis on your own, placing one foot tentatively in front of the other at first proved a little bit unsettling, for Loki had been serious. Taking your eyes off your surroundings now and actually staring down to where your feet held you up, you couldn't remember ever seeing anything so spectacular or terrifying in your young life. And something told you you never would again.

Frozen solid with not a single speck of snow in sight, the combination of being able to look down three or four meters through the crystal clear ice and see exactly what was on the bottom would have been an experience at the best of times, but for you what made the whole experience even more amazing was that because of the lake's location up in the mountains, it's bottom was totally devoid of any vegetation and the colors of the rocks reflected in the frozen liquid was an awe inspiring experience. And this was just the magic beneath your feet.

At last moving forwards now and nearing the tree as Loki too joined you at last, its lights reflected off the ice coupled with the night stars glistening like a dome in the heavens above actually had you thinking how small and insignificant you felt amid a scene like this until the mischievous god whom it seemed had made all this possible took your hand in his once again and this time simply let his actions do all the talking and take your mind off the reality of where you now stood. For a little while at least.

Moving with you now to music that seemed to flow from within and fuel him with a grace and poise he hadn't displayed back at Stark's party, the rocks visible through the crystal clear waters beneath your feet that normally gave life to this whole region and currently held the tree in its frozen embrace reminded you of all those tales you had heard from Thor about Yggdrasil and you had to wonder briefly if that was Loki's plan. But at this moment it didn't seem to matter.

In fact nothing really mattered. Not the chill on your face as he continued to glide and weave both of you across the ice. Not the reminder that in a drunken stupor you had all but handed yourself over to an actual god to do with as he pleased. And certainly not the fact that you had no idea whatsoever if the ice beneath your feet would even continue to hold as Loki simply took your mind away from all the vastness around you and compressed your focus to just being in the moment. A moment you quickly discovered you never wanted to end.

But end it did when you suddenly found his movements slowly guiding both of you back to the blanket on the rock as your body huddled closer against his. It seemed in all the wonder and excitement he had overloaded your system with, time had steadily marched on and night's chill had settled more upon you and your location now. And yet Loki still seemed to have your needs forefront in his mind. Picking up the blanket and wrapping it and his arms securely around your smaller frame, a flash of green light later and the lake disappeared to return you where you started.

Back at the cabin now, still basking in the afterglow of the afternoon's activity and the beauty hidden up at the lake, untying your boots to glimpse Loki stripping off as he too entered the bedroom brought a whole new beauty to your world that you had been too shocked to admire earlier that morning. For there was no denying the man was built. Lacking for sure in the muscular physique of his brother Thor, the muscles he did display definitely confirmed a man who knew how to look after himself. And it wasn't the only part of him that was impressive.

Caught up now in staring as each new article of clothing joined his ever growing pile of discarded material, it wasn't until he stood before you and stretched your chin to look up at him that you realized your eyes had been laser focused on one muscle in particular. And now you had been found out.

"Well now pet, I've danced with you through the night, taken you skating on a frozen lake adorned in shimmering lights, even taken you shopping in a Christmas village. Is there any other activity perhaps you'd like us to try before I reintroduce you to my talents in the kitchen?" he asked as your teeth worried at your bottom lip before his thumb swiped across it and freed it from your torment.

Shaking your head in response however as your body now began to feel the effects of all the cold weather exposure and yet also doubting your intentions or his, Loki somehow seemed to once again hone in on your procrastinations and decided that allowing you to wallow and ruminate on what lay ahead was not now in either of your best interests. Standing you up therefore while skillfully and swiftly removing the rest of your outfit for you, the warm waters of the shower hitting your skin moments later somehow proved only slightly more welcoming than the tender touches currently waking up all the nerve endings along your rapidly heating flesh.

It seemed his talents were truly magical.

Grabbing hold of the body wash and covering your body in a generous amount, his fingers lathering it up and massaging every knot out of your frame soon had you moaning softly and grinding back against him until his hands traveled down to your hips and moved you away from his package, while still keeping his talented fingers from where you needed them most. And it was truly becoming frustrating. So frustrating in fact, that the threats, swearing and hair pulling it brought out of you turned him on even more to the point where all that was now left for him to do was utter some more smug words as his teasing intensified.

"Easy there pet, you're going to spoil the surprise," he taunted now before turning you to face him again as your back met the tiles behind you and created a nice contrast to the heat currently consuming you from all his delicate touches. Touches it seemed that weren't about to end anytime soon. Standing at arm's length from you now while moving his hands back up your body, pulling just enough on each nipple, one with teeth and one with fingers, had you gasping loudly and reaching out to hold him closer again but it seemed he wasn't yet ready to give in.

Dropping to his knees next and winking up at you before burying his dark head between your thighs and suckling on your honeypot, it appeared he wanted more of your nectar, fire and unfettered swearing before he was even willing to think about letting you come. Or at least that’s what you thought. Edging you over and over and over again for what felt like hours until your legs gave out and his name now fell from your lips like a prayer, his glorious purpose was finally revealed to you as he stood up and one powerful, yet unexpected thrust upwards from his package had wave after wave of electrical pulses shooting skywards from your joining and assaulting your overstimulated body in a way you swore you would never recover from.

Tightening your legs around his waist now as your walls held onto his shaft for dear life, the strength housed within his lithe frame blew your mind once again as Loki decided enough time had passed and somehow began to finally move within you. Pounding up into your flower now as the moisture dripping on the tiles moved you down to meet his every jerk, thrust after thrust had more sensations overloading your system until you and Loki finally came together in a series of earth shattering orgasms that left you feeling like nothing but a pile of clay to be reshaped into his ideal mate.

And perhaps that was his true intention all along for as darkness claimed you once more it was the next phase of this adventure that would reveal the final facet of the god you were just beginning to develop feelings for.

Waking back up in the sleigh bed again some unknown time later to the warmth of the fire and the fabulous smell of freshly cooked food permeating throughout the room, a quick examination of your body told you that this situation was starting to become a regular occurrence while at the same time there were still no signs of any lasting effects. In fact, if you were perfectly honest, the only lasting effect was currently coiled comfortably against your back while his left leg made its weight known just below your hip.

And still you had to admit if only to yourself that the day you had shared with him and the sense of home his presence seemed to offer you was something you could most definitely get used to.

Ignoring this thought now however as your stomach at last began to feel the effects of the thorough workout Loki had put you through, throwing back the covers to leave the bed and see what delights your host has prepared were suddenly halted as the god in question chose this same moment to let his vulnerability appear.

"Please pet, say it again. Repeat your promise," he beseeched as he turned you towards him now so you could see how much he wanted this and he in turn could gauge the sincerity in your reply.

"I'm yours Loki, til both of our hearts stop beating," you answered and kissing each other in this moment, you knew the words were true and both of you had at last found the soul destined to complete you.

Delighting in your answer now and at last feeling secure in the knowledge that everything he secretly wanted was finally his, Loki grudgingly untangled himself from you and leaving the bed, loaded up a tray with generous helpings of food you recognized, as well as some you didn't, before walking it back towards you, lovingly feeding it to you and then reminding you once more of all the pleasure that would now define your future as his one and only love.

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Papillon (3) - Caged bird

Title: Papillon (3) - Caged bird

Square 6 filled for @theslumberparty-blog presents bingo (expired): Overstimulation

Written for @anyfandomdarkbingo: Square filled: Criminal AU

Summary: Your secret is out and there is no way out…

Pairing: Mobster!Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Triggers: possessive Clark, threats, dubcon bordering on non-con, forced proximity, mafia au, dark!Clark Kent, power imbalance, fingering, somnophilia, oral (fem rec), overstimulation, degrading/praise kink, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, corruption kink, use of plugs/ bondage horse chair, a lil aftercare

A/N: This one kinda got out of hand...👀👀

Words: 2,5k+

Papillon (2) - In his hands

Papillon Masterlist

Please heed the warnings for this chapter before reading it!

“Papillon, I can be kind and only clip your wings, or I’ll crush them…”

He hoists you up, strong hands forcing your legs around his waistline. You hate that you feel like a crushed butterfly in his hold. Clark is not wrong. He can simply end your life with one flick of his wrist.

He crushes you against the wall with his thick and hard body. You’re helpless. Not only because you’re naked while he’s still fully clothed. This bastard does it on purpose to show you who’s in charge.

“I hate repeating myself, Papillon,” he growls against your kiss-swollen lips. Again, he kisses you, harder and more demanding this time. You can feel his erection press against your bare pussy. He rubs himself against you, groaning like a beast. “I’ll ask again, this one time. Whose whore are you from now on?”

You whimper. His cock rubs against your clit, and he’s teasing you with his lips against your neck. Clark bites your neck, adding pain to the pleasure he forces on you while rubbing your clit with his cock.

You’re already breathless, and your mind is a mess. You hate this man; hate everything he stands for. At the same time, he fulfills all of your dark desires.

He lifts his head from your neck, teeth gritted like some animal. Clark looks you straight in the eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. He already knows the answer. With only a few words, he has you tethering on the edge. “Answer me!”

You wrinkle your nose. If you don’t give in, he’ll take what he wants and kill you afterward. But if you take what you want and fulfill your kinks tonight, and pretend to give in you can play the game by your rules.

He’s just another man believing he can take advantage of you. When in reality, you will bring him down. Clark Kent, his organization, and the people breaking your trust.

He curls his upper lip. His eyes fill with anger and he’s about to drop you when you wrap your arms around his neck. You wiggle your hips and rub yourself against his length.

“I’m your whore, Sir,” you breathe the words against his lips. “I always dreamed of a strong man like you taking me like the whore I am. Can you do this for me…Sir.”

His lips crash against yours, and you need to hold back a chuckle. Men are so predictable. Give them a wet cunt to stuff and they’ll purr like a cat for you. “Please fuck me,” you purr between kisses. “I know only you can pound this cunt like a man.”

It’s Clark’s turn to smirk. He holds you against the wall with one strong arm wrapped around your body while his free hand slips between your body. He smacks his cock against your pussy lips, sending a spark through your lower half.

“Do you honestly believe I’ll fall for your lies?” He laughs in your face while slipping the tip in. Clark fills you with one hard and cruel thrust. For only a second he stills his hips to savor the moment of his win over you. “You’ll be good for me either way, Papillon. I don’t care if you want to kill me or not. You and your body are mine from now on.”

You whimper when he starts moving inside of you. Every time he slides back in he looks you in the eyes. You were right. This is a fight for dominance and control. Sadly, Clark won this round. You gave in too easily, believing he’ll make a mistake. Now you are the butt of the joke and get pounded by the worst man you can imagine.

“Sir…” You babble and whine. All you can do is hold tight onto the man you wanted to bring down not hours ago as he fucks you into the wall. He uses all his strength, ramming into you while your back hits the wall.

“Aw, Papillon,” he claims your lips again, tugging at your lower lip, drawing blood. “I’m not a gentle lover. You’ll only get to cum if I decide to let you.”

You shake your head. An orgasm is the last thing on your mind. You want to get this over with and form a new plan. If only his cock wouldn’t hit the right spot.

You hate him… fuck… you hate him … Right?

His forehead presses against yours as he speeds up. Clark rocks your whole body anytime he rolls his hips.

“Fuck, this cunt feels good, Papillon—” He hisses and moves his hands to your thighs, spreading you wider to watch his cock disappear inside your cunt. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl. A federal agent getting tainted by me.” He smirks when you drop your eyes to watch him slowly fuck into you. “What if I put a bastard in you? I could do it right now.”

“Ngghh…” You whine. How can he know about all of your secret kinks? “I’m on…” You don’t get the words out. Your orgasm hits you as if Clark slapped you again. You’re gushing all over his cock, wetting his length.

“You can deny it as much as you want to…”

You’re suddenly empty, and on your feet again. Disoriented you let him twirl you around to bend you over his desk. He slides right back inside your slicked cunt. Clark’s hands hold you down by your shoulders, his grip bruising.

“You want this, Papillon. A man, taking you how you need it. Someone, protecting you from this cruel world.”

You are babbling incoherent words. Dizzy, and weak you cum again, groaning and wheezing because he doesn’t stop. One of his hands moves between your thighs to slap your clit and pussy lips.

“God…” He does it again, and again until you whimper his name.

“Fuck say my name again!” He growls in your ear. You do it. This is the point of no return. You came on your enemy’s cock and at one point you even begged him to cum inside of you.

Clark roars your real name through his high. He’s still lazily thrusting in and out of you long after you rested your head on the cool surface of the desk. You just lie there, letting him slip out of your cunt to shove his cum back inside.

“Stuffed with my spunk,” he kisses your shoulder before biting it again. He leaves an angry mark, but you’re too out of it to care. “I’ll get you something nice to keep it inside…”

You let him move your body onto the leather couch in the room. He bends you over the furniture and spreads your thighs. Clark opens a drawer. You don’t know what he’s up to, but you know, there is nothing you can do about it. You’re at his mercy.

“You’ll love it, Papillon.” You hear him rummage in the drawer for a moment before he kicks the couch with his foot. “Don’t fall asleep yet.” He grunts, and then something presses against your cunt. “Open up for me one last time.”

Clark laughs when you try to wiggle away. “No more…”

“Aw, poor Papillon. There will be lots, lots more.” He slaps your ass meaningly. “No fighting me. I want to make you even prettier.” This time he slips a vaginal plug inside your cunt. “A pretty rose-shaped vaginal plug for my Papillon. This will keep my cum inside of you, and make it bloom.“

Clark laughs at his bad wordplay. He admires your cunt stuffed with the plug, humming to himself.

“Next time, we will stuff both holes. What do you say?”

“Do you want me to get rid of her?” Jimmy looks at your naked form still lying on the couch. Clark didn’t cover your body. He enjoyed watching you sleep peacefully with your pussy still stuffed with the vaginal plug. “Boss?”

Clark furrows his brows. He’s staring at your cunt again, hand cupping his jaw to rub his scruffy chin. “Did you get the cat and the shit I told you to?”

“Uh-the cat is in the guestroom, her shit too,” Jimmy glances at your ass. “Do you want to keep her? She’s a federal agent.”

“She’s mine,” Clark flicks his wrist dismissively. He looks Jimmy straight in the eyes, making sure he knows that you belong to him now. “Tell them all, her holes are mine. No one touches or even looks at her. I decide when it’s time to kill her.”

“Got it, boss,” Jimmy hastily makes his way out of the room. He stared at your naked ass for a little too long and fears, Clark will kill him for it.

“Hmm…that’s a good pussy.”

You feel something wet lapping at your cunt. Oddly, you can’t move, or wiggle away. Your eyelids are heavy as you try to fight the heaviness in your body and the sleep holding you in a tight grip.

You groan and finally snap your eyes open only to find Clark between your legs. His mouth on your overstimulated flesh. He suckles at your clit while shoving three long fingers inside of you.

“Ah, finally awake?” Clark only stops eating you out to smirk at you.

“What are you doing?” You’re already breathless when you look at him between your legs. “What?” You look at your ankles and then at your wrists. Clark spread your legs wide and restrained your ankles and wrists to the bedposts.

“I told you.” He smirks darkly before biting your clit, making you jolt up the bed, “there will be lots more. I got bored waiting for you to wake up and decided to prepare you for round two.”

“You’re insatiable,” you try to close your legs because your overstimulated flesh is thrumming. “I need a break.”

“You need a cock and someone teaching you respect!” He grunts and pushes his fingers deeper into you. “Maybe I should just use you and gag you. I’m done listening to your lies.”

His eyes drop to his fingers inside your cunt. He curls them, earning a whine from you.

“Please…”

Clark slips his fingers out of you. You already came twice while being out cold and he knows, you’re ready for more.

“I got a better idea.” He suddenly moves away and slips out of the bed to remove the restraints. You dare not to move until he grabs your waist to drag you out of the bed. “You don’t deserve to get fucked on my bed yet. A whore like you needs to feel me in her bones.”

You get pushed through a door; ending up on a plush carpet. Your eyes round, and you whimper. This is not a wardrobe, it’s a sex dungeon.

“Welcome to my playroom,” he laughs when you look at the breeding bench, and the bondage horse chair standing in the middle of the room.

He follows your eyeline, laughing as you wiggle lightly. “Aw, we get to that one.” He points at the wooden padded St Andrews Cross. “We will get you there, Papillon. I’ll break you down to nothing and turn you into my perfect slut.”

He grasps for you, helping you stand only to push you onto the bondage horse chair. Your legs quiver, but slick runs down your thighs.

He’s the epitome of a ruthless mobster, but at the same time, he’s the fulfillment of your wet dreams.

You don’t fight Clark when he restraints your ankles and wrists. It’s a lost cause, and you hate to admit it, you’ve never been more turned on.

“Perfect,” he hums, satisfied with your submissive behavior. For a moment, he toys with your clit and pussy lips. “I love to fuck your holes. How about I give this underused cunt another load?”

It’s not a question. Clark already shoves himself inside your hungry cunt, groaning as you clench tightly around him. “I should eat that cunt while you’re out cold more often. It makes you so compliant.

You grit your teeth when he cups the back of your neck to force you to lift your head to look in one of the large mirrors on the wall.

“You will watch me fuck you. That’s all you’re good for, Papillon. I have your life in the palm of my hand.” He starts thrusting in and out of you. His hands grip your waistline hard enough to bruise. Clark smirks at you, holding your gaze in the mirror while ruining your abused hole all over again.

His hips move at a maddening pace, punching every strength left in you out of your body. You whimper and moan, but glare at him in the mirror. He cannot know that you’re about to come all over him again.

“Yeah, I know you try to fight the tidal wave, Papillon,” he growls your name and speeds up. His hips crash into your ass, leaving bruises there without a doubt. All you can do is watch him having a blast fucking you like a whore over one of his toys. “If you wonder, I got this nice bondage horse chair after seeing you for the first time. I knew I’d ride you like a needy mare one day."

You grit your teeth in disgust. That vile asshole planned on fucking you all along. “Fuck you.”

“I’m on it, my little federal agent. And there will be lots of fucking, Papillon. You’ll soon find out that I got a lot of stamina and hunger,” he leans over your body, now jerking his hips into your ass with quick but deep thrusts. “This cunt is mine, baby. You will never need another cock because this is where I belong. Inside your needy holes.”

Times flew by, or so you believe. Clark forced you to cum on his cock thrice before he finally slipped out of you. After he was done, he once again, shoved the vaginal plug inside your sore cunt.

Clark cooed gentle words when he carried your limp and weak body out of the playroom. This time, he showed mercy and prepared a warm bath.

He joined you in the tub, of course, he did. Not only to toy with your breasts and mark your neck with his teeth some more but to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.

“Hmm…so soft and nice when you’re fucked dumb.” If not for his crude words, you could’ve enjoyed the warm water and that he ran the sponge over your body. “I knew you’re the perfect choice. Tomorrow, you will tell me everything you know about your boss, your colleagues, and your role in all of this.”

Your head lolls back, and you rest it against his shoulder. Clark is right. For the first time, you’re too exhausted to even argue. You can think about a plan to bring him down tomorrow, while you’re not still fighting the afterglow of your orgasms.

He runs his hand over your chest, groping you lightly while whispering praises in your ear. You know what he’s doing. Clark tries to coax you into submission after he fucked you raw.

Talking about carrot and stick… and he's got a fucking big carrot dangling in your face.

“Hmm…you’re so good for me, Papillon,” he makes you sigh, and you hate yourself for it. “You will be even better for me with time…”

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