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theleavesofwesteros · 22 days ago

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cookie run - Bob Reynolds x GN!Reader

A/N: Even though I wanted to come back with a Loki fic, I finally managed to watch thunderbolts (twice in the past week) and the brain worms made me write this. Sorry, I'm obsessed with him (with all of them). I hope I've managed to do him justice and that this isn't awful as it's midnight where I am and I'm dead tired lolll. I'm very hopeful that I'll write more about these losers (affectionate). please enjoy <333

tw: one mention of vomit, one mention of meth (sign twirling chicken), two idiots in love (deserves a warning), ava's takeout box (it's gnarly ;) ), like one sentence mention of the void, talk of loneliness

words: 2017

ps: thanks for the divider!!! @cafekitsune

You’d never really thought you’d get to do this. Well, you’d already done it once or twice, but still. You were going up the elevator of the newly repurposed Avengers Tower. A novel, unexpected perk of having randomly met Yelena in a drugstore about a year ago. She’d been in New York for some odd job at the time, and had been in the drugstore by your apartment, buying gauze and painkillers. You’d gone in on a whim on your way home from work, needing some vitamin supplements, which happened to be in the same aisle she’d been in. You remember complimenting her on her hair, and how it had started up a conversation, which had led to an exchange of numbers and lots of subsequent texting. Her job didn’t allow for much time to see one another in person, but it allowed for texts and facetimes paired with nightly drinks and debriefs.

You were happier now that Yelena’s permanent home seemed to have become New York, because it meant way more chances to actually hang out. But she loved to leech off of your apartment’s proximity to a really nice bakery with high quality bakes. Even worse, she’d brought a box of brownies back to the Tower once and the one leech had turned into six.

The ‘New Avengers’, as they were now known, had even added you to some new group chat with a primary function to beg you for more desserts from the bakery. At this point, you felt like you should be getting paid at least a little something for delivery of goods to a bunch of superhumans.

The group chat had lit up with messages at around noon today with Alexei, Yelena and John asking for yet another box of chocolate chip cookies. Ava had followed by sending a prayer emoji, and Bucky had sent a thumbs up, which was his way of signalling that he agreed with the request. You’d decided to take pity on them, because they’d been on a rough mission a mere few days ago and you hadn’t seen them since their return.

When the elevator finally opened on the right floor, you were surprised by the serene silence that greeted you. Maybe they’d all finally managed to broker some sort of ‘silent time’ deal, which you were sure Bucky in particular would enjoy. You looked around as you walked further into the open room.

“… Hello?”

A head popped out from behind a wall.

“Hey!” Bob replies, shooting you a sort of hesitant and confused smile.

“Oh, Bob! Hi… are the others.. here…? I got the cookies they begged for.”

He frowns slightly.

“Did you not check your phone…? I texted in the group chat a while ago. They sort of left on an urgent mission two hours ago.”

Your face falls.

“Oh. I didn’t check… I just went right after work.” You groan slightly, throwing your head back to look up at the ceiling in annoyance.

“Hey, hey… it’s fine, you know. They should be back tomorrow, anyways. The cookies will still be fresh.” He reassures you with a bashful smile, standing up from the armchair he’d grown fond of reading in.

You nod in response, moving over to the kitchen to set the box of cookies on the marble counter right as Bob approaches.

“You could stay.” He offers furtively.

You chance a glance at him.

“No. I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose. I’m sure it’s peaceful here without them-”

“It’s actually pretty lonely… Quiet has always made me antsy. I don’t know how you live alone and stuff.” He admits.

“Yeah… I get you. Sometimes I freak out by how quiet my place is, too. Makes it real easy for thoughts to spiral.”

Your gazes meet and you share a small smile.

“… How are you feeling? Not… joining them yet?” You ask cautiously.

He shakes his head.

“I’ve been doing better lately…” He spares a glance to you. “But… yeah, some days are harder. Just… don’t wanna risk…” He clears his throat as he trails off.

You nod and move to gently pat his shoulder, but stop short, catching yourself. You knew Bob could be a bit hesitant with physical touch with people he didn’t really know. You didn’t want to assume the amount of space you took up in his life, and so you retracted your hand slowly, acting as if you’d gone to pick some lint off his clothing.

He smiles as he sees what you were wanting to do, his cheeks warming just slightly.

He clears his throat.

“Really. Please stay for dinner. Or a movie, or something. I was dreading having another dinner alone anyway. I can cook for us.”

You smile at his generous offer.

Out of all of them, you found that besides Yelena, Bob had been the easiest for you to befriend. He didn’t open up very easily. Well, none of them did, really, but he was more particular about how he went about it. And obviously, he’d have bad days where no one could really get as much of a word out of him, so the friendship between the two of you took patience more than anything else. However, it was evident that you both wanted it to work, and when it worked, it was great.

“Yeah? You’re becoming the Tower’s very own housewife, huh?” You tease, looking over to the empty sink and the loaded drying rack.

“Hey, superheroes never talk about their house cleaner, but their asses would be toast without one.” He boasts, opening the fridge to look at the ingredients.

He tilts his head, his shaggy brown hair bouncing slightly with the motion.

“Uhh…” He pauses, assessing his options. “Do you feel like chicken?”

You snort.

“Is that all you guys have in that massive fridge?”

He shuffles some things around in the fridge, checking for more dinner possibilities.

“…Um, okay, yeah. There’s also a box of takeout from Ava that is slowly going bad. Might’ve grown legs by now.” He says, popping his head out from behind the fridge door to shoot you a playful grin.

You make a face.

“Chicken, please.”

He gives you that sort of endearing side smirk he tends to do as he pulls the chicken out of the fridge. You, on the other hand, move to dispose of Ava’s takeout. From the smell of it, it really could have grown legs. And ran a marathon with them, too.

You chat amicably as he cooks, making amicable small talk.

“Did you learn to make this dish from your time as a sign slinging chicken?” You ask as you set the table for the two of you.

He groans and throws his head back while stirring the chicken as it cooks in a pan.

“Why did I ever let Yelena spread that part of my CV around?”

“Spread it around? It’s only me, Bob.” You laugh.

He raises a brow. “Dangerous enough, if you ask me.”

“I’m not a secret agent or something. So don’t worry, I won’t spread that sensitive information around.”

He huffs.

“Not why it worries me that you know about that.”

“Why then?” You tilt your head. “Oh, is it because you’re scared I’ll want to see pictures? Wait. Do you still have the costume? Because if that’s the case-”

“Oh, nah. The original one had to be burned because I threw up while wearing it. Meth. And stuff.”

You burst into laughter, and he turns his head to look at you as you do, a smile making it onto his face, too.

“Okay, just the pics, then.”

“Uh huh. I’ll try to scrounge some footage up for you. But only if you swear a blood oath not to spread it around to the fellow sign slingers here. They can’t learn my technique, y’know.”

The banter flows easily, and it all feels comfortable. It’s like the minimalistic décor of this floor of the Tower turns colourful and bright and grows wings and the whole room gets warmer. Being here, with Bob, feels like getting hugged by the very air you two breathe in.

Just as you’ve started to dig in, you ask something that’s come to mind while sitting at the dinner table.

“How does your dynamic even work? All of you, I mean. Is it more… family like now? Awkward family dinner? What are we talking?”

He snorts, his fork halfway to his mouth.

“Awkward family dinner…” He mulls it over. “Yeah, I guess. I mean… we try. There’s usually at least someone missing from the table, but I think… yeah, I think we all try in our own way to make something of this place, to make it more ours. Not just like… for each individual, y’know? Think we’ve all been alone for too long to keep that up.”

You don’t even know why you asked him that, but it relieves you to hear that they all try for each other. That they, that Bob, isn’t alone anymore. You nod your head, smiling softly.

“… Is it ever lonely for you to live alone? I mean… I dunno if you have friends coming over often or something…” He says, taking a bite of food right as he finishes speaking, as if to keep himself busy.

“I mean, I have some friends coming over, sure. ‘Lena when she’s feeling particularly annoyed by you guys. No offense. Or other friends, yeah. But it’s not constant or too often. So yeah, I guess it gets lonely sometimes. Winter is worst, I find. The shadows feel longer somehow. Creepy.”

He nods, seeming perturbed by something.

“So… like no… no… permanent visitors to your apartment lately?” He asks casually, though he doesn’t seem quite as nonchalant as he might be trying to be.

You purse your lips.

“Well, nah… I’ve been busy with work, so I haven’t really had time for any sort of hangouts or anything. Is that what you meant?”

He nods quickly, quickly eating another forkful. His shoulders seemed lighter all of a sudden.

“Cool. Cool, yeah. Not the work adding up, I mean. But just the… yeah.” He shuts up after that.

You smirk down at your plate in confused amusement, and you two finish off your dinner in pleasant, if not somewhat awkward, silence.

You settle in on the couch after washing up post-dinner. You sit in the middle of the couch, with lots of space to spare on either side, but Bob seems content to sit pretty close to you. You find that you don’t mind. You let Bob pick the movie, and he ends up settling on some sort of slasher film from the 90s.

As the movie starts building up the scares, you feel him shuffle closer to you just slightly.

“… S’okay if you’re scared.” He says softly, moving his hand over the back of the couch in a slightly laggy move, as if pushing through resistance.

You look over at him.

“I’m okay for now.” You reassure him with a small smile. “Is this you saying you’re scared?”

“Wha- No. Nah.” He says with a little huff. “I mean… I’ve seen this before, so it’s fine.” He admits sheepishly, the bravado dropping slightly.

Your laughter makes the back of your head hit his arm softly. You pause, and look over at him, only to find him watching you with a small smile on his face, making his smile lines show.

You feel warm all over again and move to pull away.

“No… stay. Please.” He whispers, not moving at all.

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want you to. I want- yeah.”

You nod and sit up slightly, just so you can sit more comfortably, letting his forearm cushion the back of your neck. You make a point of putting all your effort into going back to watching the movie afterwards. Bob returns his focus to it, too, but when he adds commentary to it now, you can sort of feel more of a confidence, maybe even some smugness, coming from him. You think it suits him.

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holdmytesseract · 6 months ago

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So Close To Love

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: On Tony's Christmas party isn't a certain God able to keep his eyes from you, and yet he can't bring himself to make a move - or can he?

Warnings: alcohol, music? idiots in love, not a happy end but I'd say there's hope, feels, slight thirst?

Word Count: 2,4k

a/n: Merry Christmas, y'all! I hope this lil' present I have for you manages to put a smile on your faces! 🤗🎄

This oneshot is kinda based on that song:

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"Must I really attend this ridiculous Christmas party of that arrogant imbecile, calling himself a-" "Brother," Thor cut Loki off rebukingly. "Enough. Behave yourself, I beg of you. I know you don't wish to attend, but it will be good for you. You have to show interest or Fury might question your probation - once more," the blond Asgardian chided. "It's for your best and you know it. Now come on, get dressed."

Loki rolled his eyes, but deep down knew that his brother was - unfortunately - right. With a soft, annoyed groan he lifted himself off of the comfortable beanbag in his reading corner and closed the book shut he held in his hands. Thor smiled like a Cheshire cat - proud of having convinced his stubborn sibling.

With the snap of Loki's fingers engulfed him an emerald green haze and replaced the sweatpants and t-shirt with black slacks, shiny black dress shoes and a very formfitting shirt - also black. "There. Are you happy now, brother?"

The god of thunder's smile did not cease; one meaty hand reaching out to clap his brother rather harshly on the shoulder. "Yes, I am. Let us join the party!" Thor already marched towards the main door. "I bet Lady Y/N will be present as well," he added with a small wink and stomped out of Loki's apartment. The raven haired god rolled his eyes once again, "Oaf." but couldn't shake the nervous feeling and anticipation flame up inside him. If you were truly going to be there... His heart skipped a beat at the mere thought. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. A goddess. An angel walking the earth. And your sweet, kind and selfless personality... How you conquered his heart without even knowing...

"Brother!" "Oh, for Norns sake, I am coming!"

"Okay, what do you think?" You stepped out of your bathroom; taking a deep breath. You slowly twirled in a circle then; showing off the dress you chose to wear for Tony's Christmas party to Nat and Wanda. Red - fitting the topic.

Both your best friend's jaws dropped. You giggled. "Good or horrible?" "Neither, babes. This is... stunningly sexy, yet cute." Wanda nodded; agreeing with the Russian spy. "Absolutely." You looked down yourself. "Yeah? Really? It's not too much?" "No. Not if you try to attract the attention of a certain man - or should I say god?" You reached over and threw a pillow your friend's way; hitting her square on the stomach. "Shut up, Nat! He isn't interested in me - and we all know that." You walked back inside the bathroom to check a last time on your hair, but actually desperately tried to hide the blush on your face - because Natasha was right.

While you tried to flee, exchanged the Widow a knowing look with the Scarlet Witch; both women suppressing their giggles. They knew. Of course, they knew.

The party was already in full swing, as you stepped through the opened doors of Tony's penthouse apartment. The band in the corner - dressed in fancy golden shimmering suits played some classical Christmas songs, but also normal music. You saw waiters paving their ways through the crowd of Avengers, rich people and several hot shots of the American government, SHIELD and the military. They held glasses of champagne and fancy little snacks on trays. Some people already occupied the dance floor, others were chatting or nursing drink after drink at the festively decorated bar. It smelled like expensive alcohol, rich cologne and remnants of cold smoke. It was awful.

You were an Avenger and had every right to attend this party - and yet you felt so out of place.

"Come on, babes. Let's get a drink and have some fun," Natasha's voice ripped you out of your thoughts; feeling her tug you after her. You didn't even protest and followed your best friends; greeting Steve, Tony, Pepper and Bucky on the way.

Thor and Loki were seated on a creme white leather sofa across the room; close to the huge French door, which led to the roof garden. Both men had a drink in their hands. While the blond god chatted enthusiastically with Dr. Jane Foster and a few other... scientists, Loki found himself utterly bored; having to witness his brother's lousy attempts at flirting. He rolled his eyes subtly, and brought the glass in his hand to his lips in order to take a sip of the alcoholic liquid - and almost choked.

His eyes had travelled across the spacious apartment, and had landed directly on you. The raven haired god hadn't spotted you before, but now that he did, he felt like he could barely breathe. You wore a stunningly beautiful red dress, which highlighted your curves to perfection and suited your whole appearance. Loki couldn't help but to stare; distracted by your looks and the sweet smile upon your lips, which managed to turn his knees into jelly.

"You should ask her to dance, you know." Thor's quietened voice suddenly urged to his ears. He noticed how close his brother had slid over to him on the sofa; his gaze directed on you as well. Loki scoffed and played it cool; downing the rest of his Martini. "Why in Odin's name should I do that, brother? I can tell there already is a line with men wanting to dance with her. See all those rich sycophants eye-fucking her?" He jutted his head at a group of men in tuxedos; standing only a few bar tables away. Thor's eyes followed. "I bet they'd do everything to get her attention and lure her into their 'honey-trap'. She doesn't need another one."

"Why don't you make sure to get her before they can, brother? Are you truly willing to lose the Lady of your interest to such vile men?" The raven haired god stood up from the sofa, "You forget that I am no hero, Thor." and walked away without another word; straight to the bar. The blond god only shook his head in disbelief.

The evening progressed; alcohol flew and caused the party to get wilder. By now, almost everybody had fun on the makeshift dance floor - no matter the song. Loki, though, was still sitting alone at the bar; glad that nobody had approached him. After all, he had just attended the party because it was the 'best for him' and good for his reputation. Which reputation? The god asked himself; almost starting to chuckle. He hated it to be here and yet he hadn't left.

The reason was simple...

He found himself unable to avert his eyes from you. He tried, but failed gloriously. Loki watched you dance with one man after the other - all of them besuited billionaire playboys; each of them trying to flatter and impress you more. As if it was a competition. He could already feel the bile rising in his throat by the mere look at them. This wasn't the proper way to gain the attention of a lady. Typical mortal men... It disgusted him.

Another feeling he also couldn't shake was jealousy... Yes, he was jealous of that unworthy mortal scum touching you in such an intimate way. Dancing was an art. The expression of feelings and status. Obviously not on Midgard...

What Loki didn't see, though, with being blinded by jealousy and frustration, was that you absolutely didn't enjoy yourself. You hated these... machos just as much as Loki, and yet you were too kind to recline their ask for a dance and your attention.

"Save her." A feminine, quite familiar voice urged to his ears through the music. The god frowned and slowly turned on his bar stool to face the 'intruder'. "What are you talking about, Miss Romanoff?" The Widow's gaze drifted over to you, then back to Loki. "Don't act innocent, Laufeyson. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Nat urged him on just like his brother. She gave the god a smile alongside a wink, ordered another drink and vanished in the crowd again.

A groan of distress left the god's lips; his pointer finger dancing over his bottom lip in thought.

Again he let his eyes wander over to you. His gaze lingered and he felt his chest tightened. No, he couldn't. Swallowing hard, he averted his eyes once again and redirected his attention to the bartender. "Another, please." The friendly man behind the counter nodded and replaced his empty glass with a full one.

Once Loki had downed this drink as well, he stood up with a sigh and turned to finally leave - crashing into another body. Out of instinct, his arms reached out to steady the person he just almost ran over. "Apologies, I-" When the god lifted his gaze and found himself staring into your mesmerising Y/E/C eyes, his breath hitched. "Y-Y/N..." Loki desperately tried to keep it together; clearing his throat. "I did not mean to run into you. Again, my apologies." He didn't notice that his palms were still gently gripping your upper arms - but you did; having a hard time to hide the blush on your cheeks.

"N-No! No need to apologise. I-I mean, I should've watched where I'm going as well, so..." You smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear - a nervous habit. "It's fine, really." That was a lie. In fact, nothing was fine. Your heart was running a marathon; the sudden encounter caused your feelings to run wild.

Loki gave you a small smile as well, "Very well." and cleared his throat, as he noticed that he was still holding you; quickly letting go of you.

Your skin tingled where he had touched you, and you couldn't deny that you were already longing for his touch again.

An awkward moment of silence between the two of you passed, but before any of you could say something, the lights in the apartment got suddenly dimmed and the music changed.

I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight I've never seen you shine so bright, mhm-hmm

Some might say it gave off romantic vibes. Major romantic vibes...

From the corner of your eyes you could see couples starting to sway together to the famous soft rock song.

I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance

Loki swallowed hard and licked his lips; heart threatening to break free from his ribcage. "Dance with me," the god suddenly uttered; mouth working faster than his brain could think. "Please." Your gaze lifted to meet his again - and feared you were going to drown in those beautiful blues. "Yes." It was your heart speaking.

The handsome god gave you another soft smile, before he gently reached for your hand and took a few steps backwards; pulling you gently with him and away from the bar.

And I have never seen that dress you're wearing Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes I have been blind

Loki's hand found your waist then; his other hand engulfing your smaller one. You bit your lip and placed your free hand on his black shirt clad shoulder. Together, you started to sway to the music.

The lady in red Is dancing with me, cheek to cheek

It felt so different. Different from any other man you had danced with tonight. It felt right. How gentle, yet firm Loki's touch was. How he guided you over the dance floor. The way his hand held yours. It was overwhelming.

Almost shyly you lifted your head; eyes locking with those endless blues of his. And once more you felt yourself drowning. No words were exchanged. Neither of you had to. You could read it on the god's face; saw it in his eyes.

The dozens of other people faded into a blur around you. It was just you and Loki. Nobody else existed in that very moment.

You could feel yourself closing the distance between you further; your head resting against his firm shoulder. Loki's heart skipped several beats - unbeknownst to you. And he certainly did not reject the invitation. He let the hand on your waist slowly glide to rest on the small of your back; pushing you even closer against his body. You were so close now that you could smell his intoxicating cologne with every breath you took. Leather, charred wood and something citrusy. It caused your head to spin.

You could also feel his definitely unsteady breath against the burning hot skin of your cheek - and you could swear you could still smell the remnants of alcohol. Martini?

Without even noticing had your gaze dropped to his lips; wondering how they would feel against yours. Wondering how he'd taste.

Perhaps Loki was able to read your mind. Or he could feel it to. Whatever it was, it urged him on to lower his head; nose grazing your cheek as his lips hovered over yours. You feared that your heart was going to explode; anticipation and want coursing through your veins.

Loki was about to finally close the remaining distance between the two of you, when the lighting got turned up again; the brightness almost blinding - and the moment between you and the god bursting like a bubble. The both of you could do nothing but blink; now standing an arm length away form each other again.

"I-I'm sorry," Loki muttered and before you could say something, he had vanished in the crowd of people around you. With your mouth slightly agape you stared a hole in the floor where the god had been standing just a few seconds ago; stunned. Your brain was having a hard time to process what just happened. Hence, you didn't even know what exactly happened...

Loki cursed under his breath as he stumbled into his dark, empty apartment in the Avengers tower. He was such a fool. How could he be so stupid to just leave you standing there? He could've had all he ever wanted - and now he was sitting on the floor; back pressed against the frame of his bed, black curls a mess and black shirt halfway undone, with empty hands. And why? All because the oh so brave and arrogant princely womaniser had gotten cold feet. Seducing and charming a woman wasn't a problem. Seducing and charming the woman he loved seemed to be impossible.

Loki ran his hands over his face with a groan. He was an idiotic imbecile.

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alohajun · 6 months ago

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hi wifey! i saw requests were open so i wanted to request a cute little mingyu drabble (you know me). just something soft and sweet and cute based on what you think i would like <3 all creative freedom goes to you <3

♡ LUCKY CHARM — KIM MINGYU

f1 racer!mingyu x race engineer!fem!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, f1 au, coworkers to lovers, fluff | loki's lines : i thought this would be quite fitting since our chats recently have been gojo (iykyk) and f1. love you, ratharan <3

“no, no, wait. where’s y/n? she has to knock on my helmet!”

the entire garage groaned at mingyu’s words, urging him to get the car out of the pit in time before the first qualifying round was over.

it was a silly little thing, really. what once started off as a teasing knock on his helmet by you turned out to be what kim mingyu considered his good luck charm.

but when mingyu started to see just how much he achieved after those teasing knocks, he didn’t dare to get on the track without you knocking on his helmet first.

you were just his race engineer ever since he started racing for ferrari, but to him, you were so much more; you were his lucky charm.

“she’s probably on the way. just get in the damn car, gyu!” the mechanic exasperatedly uttered, looking over at the screens. “only seven more minutes left.”

the team pleaded for him to get into the car, not wanting to lose out on the points for his drivers’ championship and the constructors’ championship too.

but mingyu only shook his head.

“no, i can’t. not until y/n gets here.” he stated, looking like a petulant child as he stood near his car with his hands on his hips, all geared up as he waited for you.

“kim mingyu.” the team principal scolded, his voice stern. “you are cutting it close, and we don’t have time for your—”

his words were cut off with your arrival, speedily rushing towards, an abundance of apologies leaving your lips. “sorry, sorry! the paddock scanner was down. they wouldn’t let me in!” you stated, looking truly apologetic towards the team.

without even waiting for him to speak, you rushed towards mingyu, knocking on his helmet thrice before ushering him towards the car as you looked at the timer.

“five minutes left, mingyu.” you nodded encouragingly, trusting his skills enough to know that he’d get in a good lap. “get yourself into round two of qualifying, yeah?”

mingyu beamed underneath his helmet, jumping into the car and moving out of the pit lane once he got the okay, making his way onto the track. you watched from the pit wall, coaching him through the qualifying rounds to ensure he’d come on top.

and he did.

as mingyu came on pole, with no other car being able to beat his score, the entire garage burst into cheers, and you sighed in relief, headphones still on as you smiled while looking at mingyu’s onboard camera.

“pole position, gyu!” you congratulated him on his accomplishment over the radio, chuckling softly. “you did it! p1 tomorrow, baby!”

as soon as mingyu made it to the paddock after qualifying, he made a beeline towards the ferrari garage, rushing over to the pit wall where he knew you’d be.

before you could even get a word out, mingyu lifted you off your feet, twirling you around. his arms were wrapped around you tightly, not letting you go even after he set you down.

“kim mingyu.” your eyes widened at his actions, wondering what had possessed him to behave like so as the cameras flashed wildly, capturing the two of you. “what on earth are you—”

you didn’t get to complete your sentence, your words fizzling out as you saw the cheesy smile on mingyu’s face, looking at you as if you hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

“go on a date with me, lucky charm.”

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bossbtch1 · 2 years ago

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Forbidden Reunion

Summary : You managed to escape from Loki after discovering his lies. Aware that both he and the TVA would be searching for you, you prayed they wouldn't succeed. However, now Loki stood in front of you and he had no intentions of letting you go.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic, Obsessive, Yandere

Trigger Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Non-con, Dubious Consent, Forced Blowjob, Forced Orgasm, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Overstimulation (let me know if I missed any lol)

Word Count: 10k

A/N : Sorry it took me too long to post this, juggling this alongside my other story took some time. But as promised, I'm releasing this one first.

Before you continue, please read TW again. This is a dark!fic and explicit, strictly for readers 18+. Please, DO NOT PROCEED if these themes disturb you. I've warned you, this fic isn't for the faint-hearted.

This took in Loki season 2 based on that shadow play.

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Exhausted from years of evading both Loki and the TVA. Tonight, you found yourself in a bar, a moment to escape the chaos for years and hoping for a chance encounter. Despite your past with Loki, you were eager to move forward and explore new relationships, you have your own needs, and the more time went on, you knew they could not be sated by yourself anymore.

You could use your power to manipulate them into sleeping with you, but you knew it was wrong, you were sure there was a natural progression you just needed to be patient, and maybe your powers were going to waste being used to keep you hidden from the TVA.

Your mind drifted back to Loki, the god of Mischief and how he lied to you, manipulated you.

Flashback

"I'm sorry to say this, but you have been deceived by him," the TVA agent asserted. You turned your back on her as you attempted to escape, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Loki. You had become separated during the chaotic chase within the TVA headquarters.

"No, I'm not. Loki wouldn't lie to me," you defended him, your voice laced with unwavering belief.

"Is he? Tell me, what did he say to you, the reason he got caught?" the agent probed, her tone challenging.

"He tried to rule Earth and failed," you replied, recalling the events that had led to his capture.

She seemed surprised that you knew. "Yes, and whose fault was that?" she pressed further.

“Yes, I know it was his.” You admitted, frustration seeping into your words, “But it stemmed from his deep-seated need for approval and love, especially from a father who resented him for being adopted." Despite the firmness in your tone, a flicker of doubt shadowed your eyes, making you question whether you were convincing the agent or merely grappling with your own uncertainties.

"Is that the whole story? Or just a part he wants you to believe?" Her words hung heavy in the air.

"He's the trickster god, the silvertongue," she continued, her voice steady, unwavering. "Manipulation is in his nature. Don't fall for his lies."

"Hello? Hey?" You heard a voice bringing you back from your daydream. "Can I buy you a drink?"

You looked up, it was a handsome man who had sat down beside you. You smiled, not wanting to appear rude. "Yes, please," you said.

He smiled, "I'm Mark."

"Y/N," you said.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled.

You returned his smile. You enjoyed his company as you chatted and laughed, his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk, you knew you were making him blush when you teased him, he was sweet, and you knew he liked you.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so at ease with a stranger, the feeling was new and exciting. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you had to say and you felt as if he actually understood what was going on in your life.

"Do you want to come to my place? I've got a bottle of whiskey that needs drinking," he smiled.

"Sure, why not?" you said, downing the rest of your drink. This was your chance to get what you've been craving, and what better way to start than with a handsome man inviting you to his place?

Then someone spilled his drink onto Mark, ruining his white shirt.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" he yelled at the man. "Watch where you're going, asshole." He shouted in frustration.

"Oh, I am so sorry, man, I tripped," the other man said, his voice calmed.

You recognize the voice.

It was Mobius.

Your heart raced, and you couldn't believe that he had managed to track you down. Paralyzed with fear, you sat there, feeling the color drain from your face as you stared at him in disbelief. If Mobius was here then that meant that Loki wasn't far behind.

Mark was fuming, he stormed off to the bathroom, leaving you alone, and you wanted desperately to call out, to warn him not to leave you by yourself, but fear kept your words trapped in your throat.

"Hello, Y/N."

Your name was like poison on his lips.

"Loki," you hissed back, turning around to face him.

He looked exactly the same as the last time you'd seen him, his black hair was neatly styled, his green eyes were piercing, and his face was pale. His expression was serious, his jaw set and his eyes cold, he looked so different from the Loki you had known and fallen in love with.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty with anxiety, and you were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the bar.

"I missed you, pet. I have been worried," his tone was mocking and his smirk didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't lie, Loki," you shot back, glaring at him.

"You know, you've always been so difficult."

"And you're an asshole."

Loki didn't say anything, instead he reached for your wrist and held it tight. "Let me go! You fucking liar, I trusted you, I loved you, and you betrayed me," you shouted, struggling against his grip.

"Little one, don't make a scene." he growled in your ear.

Your eyes pleaded with Mobius, who stood caught between the two of you. "Are you just going to stand there and let this happen?" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation.

Mobius sighed, a mixture of resignation and sadness in his eyes. "I'll leave you be for now then," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "I'll see you later." With that, he turned away, leaving you to face Loki's wrath alone.

"How about I give you a choice," he said, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Either you can come home willingly, or I can use my magic to knock you out and bring you home. Which do you prefer?" The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving you trapped in a lose-lose situation.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Loki!" you hissed, your voice laced with defiance as you struggled against his grip. Every fiber of your being screamed resistance, but you knew the sheer force of his magic could easily overpower you.

"Very well then," he purred, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile as he waived his hand, ready to use his magic.

"Wait!" You blurted, holding up your hands to stop him, your voice trembled as the weight of your decision bore down upon you.

"Yes, little one?" he asked, his tone condescending and smug.

"I'll come willingly," you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. It was a lie, a desperate attempt to buy some time.

"But can I go to the bathroom first?" You clung to the hope that a brief moment alone might offer a chance, your mind racing for an escape plan.

"Alright," Loki agreed, his tone oddly accommodating. "Go on, pet." He nodded towards the restroom.

You hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. Your frantic eyes searched for your tempad, only to realize it was gone. "Asshole!" you muttered under your breath, realizing that Loki must have taken it when he grabbed your arm.

You had no escape plan, and Loki was waiting for you. You looked for a way out, but the windows were too small for you to climb through, so you thought it would be best to just run through the door and run far away from the bar.

Gathering your courage, you unlocked the door and burst out, your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Behind you, you could hear Loki's enraged shout, "Y/N!" His voice boomed, fueling your determination to run as far and as fast as you could from the bar.

"Y/N! Y/N!" you could hear him getting closer and closer. His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "Y/N, stop now!"

"FUCK OFF!" you screamed, frustration and fear fueling your voice. You cast a desperate glance behind you and saw Loki hot on your heels. "Fuck!" you whispered under your breath.

You could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the fear of being caught was overwhelming. "Fuck, no! Not again!" you thought.

You were annoyed by the people "Move! Move! Please!" You screamed at the people that were blocking the road, but they wouldn't move.

"Fuck you!" One guy shouted back at you after you pushed him away.

You couldn't run anymore. You were too slow, and he was gaining on you, and you knew that you couldn't escape him. But you need to keep trying, you couldn't give up. You were running, and running, and running.

The pain was too much, your muscles ached, and your lungs burned. Your vision was blurred, and you couldn't focus. You were tired of running and out of breath, you leaned against a wall and rested, hoping Loki wouldn't see you.

However, your respite was short-lived. In a blink, Loki teleported right in front of you, his expression oddly calm. "Pet, we have been searching for you for a long time, you hid well." He said, his tone icy.

"You can't be fucking serious!" you hissed, "Why did you look for me? I left for a reason, you betrayed my trust. You used me, and I hate you."

"Little one, why are you angry at me?"

"Are you really asking that, you lying snake?" Pushing him away, you shouted, and sprinted away from him once more, your determination fueling your escape.

You didn't make it far, though, before you felt a familiar, freezing hand grasp your arm, tugging you backward and pulling you against a cold, solid form.

"I don't appreciate it you calling me that."

You gasped, and tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like steel, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't free yourself from him. "I don't care! Let me go!"

He ignored your pleas, then you pulled out a knife from your pocket. You knew he could've easily taken the knife, but instead he let you go, "You think you can hurt me, little one? How adorable." he cooed, his voice silky smooth.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

He laughed again mocking you, "Do you want to try? Do you think you can stab me with that knife, pet?"

You didn't answer, instead you held the knife up, threatening him, "Loki, you don't want to make me angry." You knew that was stupid of you saying that.

He smirked, he wasn't afraid of you, and he wasn't intimidated by you. "You are so cute when you are mad," he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes were dark.

"Put the knife down, and we can go home, pet" he offered.

"Fuck you, Loki," you spat, your voice dripping with venom as you stood your ground, the knife still clutched tightly in your hand.

He grinned, "Oh, you will soon enough, pet." He let out a low chuckle and he snapped his finger and the knife flew from your hand to the wall. You watched in horror, you didn’t have anything else on you to defend yourself from him.

He began to advance toward you, a predator toying with his prey. Panic surged through you, urging you to flee. Yet, no matter how fast you ran, Loki always reappeared before you.

His voice dripped with amusement, "Come on, pet. Do you really think you can outrun me?" His grin widened, relishing the chase as if it were sort of a game to him.

"You won't ever escape me, pet. Even if you manage to get away from me, I will always find you again and again. You will be mine, whether you want to or not." He declared, his tone possessive and chilling. He stood before you, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud.

"I won't stop fighting you," you vowed, your voice filled with defiance, glaring at him as he advanced toward you. Desperation fueled your steps as you ran, but he always caught up to you, teleporting right in front of you, a relentless pursuit that seemed endless.

"You can't run forever, pet," he taunted, his eyes dark and menacing, his voice deep and husky. “Eventually, I’ll catch up to you.”

You were getting tired of running. "Come on, pet. Are we playing a game?" He chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the empty street. The bastard was enjoying this twisted cat-and-mouse chase.

"Just stop!" you cried out, your frustration boiling over.

"Why would I stop? This is the most fun I've had in years, darling. I enjoy seeing you run, it's quite entertaining."

"Shut up." You tried to run away again, your breaths ragged. "Quit your magic, and fight fair!" Deep down, you knew if you were in a one-on-one combat with him, without his magic, you could win. "If you win, I'll come willingly."

"That's not how this works, little one," he chided, his tone laced with amusement.

You felt the anger boiling inside of you, but you continued to run. Each step echoed in the empty alley as you tried to escape his relentless pursuit. "Leave me alone then!" you shouted, desperation lacing your voice.

To your horror, your movements came to an abrupt stop. Loki stood in front of you, his mischievous grin sending shivers down your spine. Frantically, you turned around, only to find him there again, mocking your attempts to escape. Panic set in as you attempted to flee in the opposite direction, but there he was once more, his presence haunting you like a nightmare.

"What the fuck is going on?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your voice. How was he everywhere? How was he doing this? Your mind raced with questions as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from the three identical Loki that surrounded you.

Were you tripping, or is there really three of them?

Loki's chuckle reverberated around you, a haunting sound that sent chills down your spine. Frustration boiled within you, and you screamed in exasperation, "How are you doing that?" Your voice wavered, trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear as you desperately demanded answers.

His grin widened as he continued to toy with your sanity. "Oh, come now, surely you know a trick or two, you being a witch and all," he taunted, the words laced with mocking arrogance.

You took slow steps backward as the three Loki remained in front of you, your resolve mingling with confusion and growing fear. "I'm not a witch, you... asshole," you retorted.

Suddenly, you felt his warm breath near your ear, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "It's called an illusion, little one," he whispered, the hot air tickling your earlobe. You jolted away from him, only to find another Loki standing in front of you, and you jumped yet again.

Fear gripped you, not of him, but of the overwhelming confusion and frustration that clouded your senses. The relentless onslaught of illusions left you feeling disoriented, unable to discern reality from the intricate tricks he was playing.

"Please stop," you pleaded.

"Stop what?" he asked, feigning innocence, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Your tricks. I'm not stupid, stop," you demanded, your voice growing firmer despite the fear gripping your heart.

The three Loki slowly closed in on you, each step they took making your heart race faster. You retreated, trying to create distance, but soon your back met the unyielding wall. There was no escape. Your mind raced, your heart pounded, and you breathed heavily, trapped in a nightmare of your own making.

Suddenly, you felt an invisible force restraining your hands, pinning them against the wall. You looked around frantically, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you were immobilized.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go."

"I don't think I will, my little pet," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Suddenly, Mobius reappeared beside Loki, seemingly out of thin air. "A little over the top, don’t you think, all the shadow play?" he commented, his tone disapproving.

Loki smirked, unrepentant. "I thought it was spot on."

Mobius turned his attention to you, his expression filled with concern. "What are you trying to do to the poor girl?" he asked.

"I'm merely making a point," Loki replied casually, as if discussing the weather and your distress was nothing more than a game.

Mobius shook his head and lightly chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure you are. That's why she looks like a frightened rabbit."

"I'm still here? Hello?” They were casually talking like you were invincible, despite being bound to a wall. Their attention shifted to you, and you erupted, "Mobius, what the hell? Arrest him! What are you doing!" Panic and anger laced your words, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I can't do that. I made a deal with Loki," Mobius responded, his tone regretful yet resolute.

You felt a chill run down your spine. "What fucking deal?" You asked, your voice trembling. "What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm not going to do anything. But Loki, on the other hand..." he chuckled darkly. "Well, the deal is, we only need you alive. That's all I'm saying. My lips are sealed," Mobius replied with a cryptic smile.

You didn't have a chance to process his words before the Loki closest to you began circling you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Your heartbeat wildly, fear coursing through your veins as he trailed his finger along your arm, his touch light and teasing in suspense.

"What the fuck is the matter with you, let me go!" you shrieked, your panic and anger rising. "Mobius you fucking bitch, you are nothing but a- MMM" abruptly, as the shadow silenced you, turning your pleas into incoherent whispers.

Mobius sighed, shaking his head. "Now you're just showing off," he admonished.

"I can't help it, you bring out the worst in me."

Loki stepped in front of you and leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His fingers trailed along your jaw, his touch feather-light and tantalizing. You were struggling to break free from his hold, but your body remained paralyzed, at his mercy.

Loki, leaning casually against the wall, let out a low, amused chuckle at your futile struggles. "Oh, little one," he purred, his tone mocking and condescending. "There's no use in fighting. You won't be able to break free. Trust me."

"Now, be a good girl and remain still," Loki said, his smile cruel and unsettling as he locked eyes with you, a twisted affection glinting in his gaze.

"Loki, take it easy on her. She's just a young girl, after all." Mobius interjected, his voice laced with a hint of compassion, though his eyes conveyed a different story. "Make sure to control your pet, Loki.” Mobius emphasized before vanishing into thin air.

You screamed was incoherent since your mouth was being covered by the shadow, you tried to say "Help!" and "No" but nothing came out.

Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh, darling. Don't try to speak, or scream, or fight. You can't escape, and no one is going to save you. No one will hear you, the only sound you will make is your moans."

Fear gripped you, the uncertainty of Loki's intentions leaving you paralyzed and vulnerable.

He advanced toward you, his steps deliberate and predatory. "Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation, "let the fun begin, pet."

With a snap of his fingers, Loki dispelled the shadow covering your mouth, granting you the ability to speak again. "Get off me, Laufeyson!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with defiance. You strained against your restraints, desperate to escape his grasp. "This is wrong. You're crazy psychopath."

"Oh, pet," he said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "We've done far worse together."

Frustration and fear gripped you as you struggled against your bindings, pleading, " Why can't you just leave me alone?"

A dark chuckle escaped Loki's lips as he replied, "You know why."

"Please, just let me go." You pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

Loki's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "I'm afraid I can't do that, love. You belong to me."

"No, I don't! I'm not yours," you protested vehemently. You writhed against the magical restraints, a mixture of anger and fear fueling your struggles. His control over you felt like a violation, and you despised him for it, for using his magic against you in such a cruel manner.

"Oh, pet," Loki purred, his voice dripping with both mockery and desire. "You can fight all you want, but you'll never win, not when it comes to me." He leaned in, his lips grazing your neck in a chilling caress. You whimpered as he sucked on your skin, his teeth scraping lightly.

"Stop. Please," you begged, your voice trembling.

"But why would I stop," he replied, his tone silkier than ever, "when I'm having so much fun?" His words hung in the air, laden with sadistic pleasure.

"I hate you. I will never stop hating you," you spat out, your words laced with a fierce determination, even in the face of your vulnerability.

Loki's lips curled into a sly smile, "You don't truly hate me, little one. You merely pretend to. I see through the façade. I know what lies beneath."

"What the hell are you talking about, Loki?" you shot back.

"Stop being such a brat," he sneered. The shadow binding both your wrists kept you firmly against the wall, his control unyielding. "Do you like being restrained, hmm? Enjoy the feeling of someone else in control, knowing you can't escape, and no one will help you?" His face hovered dangerously close to yours, his breath ghosting over your skin.

“No! Stop that nonsense!” You lied, you were scared, and angry, but you also secretly enjoyed being under his control whether you wanted to admit it or not.

He hummed and kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, his breath tickled your ear and you felt shivers down your spine. “Fuck, how I miss you.” His voice was deep and commanding, sending tingles of pleasure throughout your body.

"Please, stop. Just leave me alone. Don't do this to me, please."

"Oh, little one. You know I can't do that." He said as his hands roamed all over your body, caressing every inch of you, making you feel so vulnerable. You felt the heat rise between your legs and your heart raced faster.

"I can smell your arousal, pet.” He lightly bit your neck. “Your body betrays you. It craves my touch, just as much as you do," he said, his voice laced with a sinister confidence. "You want me, even if you refuse to admit it."

You met his gaze with defiance, attempting to deny the truth he claimed. "You're delusional," you retorted, your words aimed at rejecting his manipulative influence.

"Am I?" Loki's eyes bore into yours, a predatory glint flickering in their depths. "Your heart, your mind, your body—they all long for me, even if you deny it. You can't escape this, no matter how hard you try. I will always find you, even if I have to tear the universe apart to get you back."

Loki was right. Your body was betraying you. The wetness was getting more intense by the minute, you could feel the pleasure building up, but you couldn't let yourself fall into temptation, he had hurt you, lied to you, manipulated you, used you, and now he was going to take you against your will.

You had to fight him.

You had to escape him.

You couldn't let him take you.

Not like this.

But you wanted more, and you knew that Loki would give you everything you wanted and more. You could feel the pleasure building up. You moaned softly as his hands roamed over your breasts. You felt a rush of anger, "What are you doing? You're using your magic to seduce me, aren't you?"

He met your accusation with a knowing grin. "I don't need magic to seduce you.” He countered, “Your body responds to me naturally, so beautifully. It's like a drug, and once I've had a taste, I'm hooked. I can't get enough of you."

You felt his lips on your neck. His kisses were soft and tender. You gasped as his tongue licked your neck, trailing down your collarbone. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as his fingers pinched your nipple.

You felt he smirked and you tried not to moan, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you. But he could read your mind, and he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were feeling. He was inside your head.

"Just stop."

"Not until I'm finished with you. Not until you're begging for more. Begging for my cock inside of you. Begging for me." He slammed your back against the wall, and you yelped as you hit it hard.

He had you caged, and your legs were starting to tremble. You didn't know if it was from the force or the intensity of his words. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. His body was pressed against yours. He then kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel his body against yours.

He was a good kisser, and he knew what he was doing. You were moaning into the kiss, and you were fighting to keep control. Then you felt his cock growing hard. You gasped and that was when you realized what was going on. In a desperate act of defiance, you bit down hard, drawing blood. You tasted it.

He pulled back momentarily caught off guard. He looked like a maniac, and you had to remind yourself not to be afraid of him. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he wiped the blood away with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "I like that," he said, his voice low and dark, his grin widening.

You stared at him, and you felt your eyes widen in shock. You felt your heart race. You were still struggling against him, and you tried to pull your hand free from his restraints, but it was useless.

"Oh, pet," he sneered, his tone laced with malice. "I'll make you pay for that defiance."

"What are you planning? Torture me?" you challenged back.

"Torture is such a crude term," he replied, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I prefer 'punish'. After all, you've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls must be disciplined."

Your eyes narrowed, a fierce glare aimed his way. "You can't do anything to break me. You can't force me to feel anything. You have no control over me."

He laughed, "Is that so? You know nothing about me, love. Nothing. If I had my way, I would've taken you to my bed, and kept you there, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, naked, helpless, at my mercy. But I can't do that, yet. However, that doesn't mean I can't have fun."

"You're insane. I despise you," you retorted, your words heavy with hatred.

"That's fine," he replied, his tone oddly calm. "I'm used to people hating me. It's just a matter of time before they change their minds. And I'll have you. One way or another, you're mine."

"Go to hell."

"Only if you come with me."

You felt a chill run down your spine, and you couldn't help but shiver. You couldn't stop thinking about the things he had said. About how you were his. You tried to shake the thoughts away, but they were persistent.

You accidentally clenched your pussy at his words, you hoped he didn't notice.

He chuckled, the sound sending chills down your spine. "Oh, pet, that's adorable," he taunted, his grin widening with malicious amusement. "Do you like the thought of that, pet?" Loki's eyes glittered with dark intent, sensing the conflict within you, and it only served to fuel his sadistic amusement.

"No!" You denied.

"Then why did you clench your pussy, hmm? Was it because you were imagining me taking you?"

"It was just a reflex," you stammered, attempting to deny the undeniable truth.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a dark, taunting whisper. His smirk widened, and he moved his face closer to yours until there were mere inches between your lips. "You're lying, love."

"I won't let you slip away again," he whispered, his fingers tightening around your throat, making each breath a struggle. His eyes bore into yours. "I will make you mine."

He tightened his grip around your throat and slammed your back against the wall, your head hit the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable. Tears began streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

But this was making you turned on, despite how much you hated Loki, you couldn't deny that he was hot and the way he was being rough with you was making your pussy throb.

"You'll see. It's time to begin your training, pet." He whispered as his hands travelled lower, caressing your inner thigh. "Please, Loki."

"Shhh, shh." He pressed his finger against your lips, "Save your begging."

“Fuck you!”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, "I would love to do that right now, but I think we should save it for later."

"You bastard!" you spat, your anger seething.

"Watch your language, pet," he sneered, his grip tightening as he grabbed your chin, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Now, be a good girl and open your mouth." He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket. It was green.

"Hell No! I won't do it. I won't cooperate." You retorted, like who in the world would agree to that?

He sighed. "You know, you really are a stubborn little thing. It's adorable. But, it won't get you anywhere. In fact, it'll just make things worse."

You stared at him. You couldn't believe what was happening. How could he be so cruel? So evil? He chuckled. "I told you. You're not in control here. I am. Now, open your mouth."

“Never.”

"Fine. Then I'll do it for you." He used his magic to force open your mouth, his magic was painful, and it burned. You could barely move. He put the cloth in your mouth and tied it around your head. You tried to scream but couldn't.

"So pretty," he said as he stroked your cheek. "You should be grateful that I'm even letting you use this, instead of forcing you to be silent. And remember, the gag stays on unless I say otherwise. Understand?"

You shook your head mumbling, "Mmff, no."

"That's too bad," he mused, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Because if you try to remove the gag, I'll have to punish you. And you don't want that, do you?"

"Nnooo, I don't," you mumbled, your voice barely audible through the gag.

"Good girl," he purred. "You'll get used to it."

With a swift motion, he removed the shadow restraints from your arms, and you immediately attempted to fight back, you tried to hit him, but he easily dodged your blow. His grip iron-strong when he caught your hand. "Careful, pet," he cautioned, his voice a dangerous whisper. "My patience wears thin."

Using his powers, he summoned the shadow to immobilize you once more, pinning you against the wall, this time including your legs. You were rendered utterly helpless, trapped in his web of darkness.

"Now, let's begin," he said, his voice oozing with menace. You remained tied up, gagged, and entirely at his merciless mercy.

He took out a dagger from his belt and cut through your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed. "Oh my, that's a nice sight."

You let out a muffled scream, "You don't need clothes. They will only get in the way."

He began kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. "Mmf," You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He cupped your breast and teased your nipple.

"Mmff No..."

He ignored your protests and continued to play with your nipples.

"You like that, don't you? I can feel how wet you are, darling." He whispered into your ear.

"Mmmff." You tried to deny, but he could hear your thoughts.

He smirked. "I bet if I put my fingers inside you right now, they'd slide right in. I bet you're dripping wet for me, aren't you, my sweet?"

"Mmf."

"You don't need to speak, little one," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Just relax. I know what you want."

His hand glided down your thigh, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin, until he slipped his fingers under the hem of your dress and traced the edge of your panties. "And it seems that your body agrees with me," he continued, "It's telling me that it's ready to submit to me."

You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were thinking.

"Come on, pet. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and found him staring at you, his gaze darkened with hunger and desire.

"There you go. Such a good girl." He praised you.

He slid your panties to the side and his fingers found your pussy, already dripping wet. "Oh, you're so wet, pet. Do you want me that much? Do you want me to fuck you, hmm?"

He slid your panties to the side and cupped your pussy. "Fuck," he muttered as his fingers slipped between your folds, "You're already dripping for me."

You blushed furiously as he rubbed your clit in slow, gentle circles.

"Yes," he said, his voice deepening, "Your body wants me. It wants me to take you and make you mine."

His finger pressed against your entrance and then pushed into you, making you gasp. He curled it and began to massage your G-spot. You bit your lip and moaned, trying not to make too much noise. You tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use.

You clenched your fists, struggling to hold back the moan threatening to escape your lips. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and the Loki behind you laughed softly. "No. You're not getting away from me."

You whimpered as he thrust another finger into you, stretching you even further. He began pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you gasp and moan under the gagged cloth. His fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of you, rubbing your G-spot with each stroke. He kept a steady rhythm, keeping you on the edge.

You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, the sensation driving you mad. The Loki in front of you watched intently as he continued to pleasure you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and amusement as you struggled to keep control. "Oh, little one," he said, "I love seeing you like this. So desperate. So needy. So fucking sexy." His other hand gripped your hips, keeping you in place.

"You're so wet," he murmured, "You're practically begging me to fuck you."

"Mmfff." You tried to ignore him, but he curled his fingers and stroked you just right, and your hips bucked involuntarily. You were quickly approaching your orgasm, and it was impossible to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

Loki leaned in and nipped at your neck, and you shivered as his breath caressed your skin. "But I won't. Not yet. First, I want to watch you come. I want to see your face when you orgasm. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come."

His fingers thrusting into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. You were so close, and you knew that he could sense it. "Ah, yes. That's it. You're doing so well. Now, tell me... do you want to cum?" He pumped them faster, deeper.

You shook your head. You didn't want to come, you tried to resist, but you were too far gone. You felt the pressure building in your core, the pleasure was too much.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Then let's see how long you can last."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. He thrust a third finger into your pussy and continued his assault on your clit. He was fucking you with his fingers, and you were so close. You could feel the heat rising in your belly, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer. You shook your head at him begging him not to make you come.

"Come on pet, don't fight it, just let it happen. Give into the pleasure. Come for me."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. "Yes, that's it," he whispered, "Just a little bit longer, you're so close."

He was relentless, his fingers working your pussy expertly. "Nnnn." You tried to tell him that you weren't going to let him win, but you couldn't speak.

You could feel the pleasure building and you knew that he could sense it. He kept pumping his fingers and rubbing your clit, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your pussy was so wet, his fingers were sliding in and out so easily. You felt the orgasm approaching, the pressure was building, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer.

"You're going to come, whether you want to or not. So, don't fight it, just let it happen."

"Mmmmmm"

"Yes. You can't stop it. I'm going to make you come."

He continued to thrust his fingers, his thumb circling your clit, the pressure building until you could take it no more. He removed the gagged from your mouth, "Let me hear your moans, pet."

You let out a loud cry, unable to contain it. "That's it. You're so close, I can feel it.” Your back arched and you cried out, his fingers and thumb pushing you over the edge. "Come for me, my sweet. Come for me. Now." He curled his fingers inside you and bit your neck.

You screamed and bucked as the orgasm took you, and he didn't let up. He continued to pump his fingers and rub your clit, pushing you further and further until you couldn't take it anymore. You thrashed about as the pleasure was too much, your orgasm overwhelming your senses.

Your body writhing against his fingers. Your release was so intense that it made your whole body shudder. He held you tightly, his fingers still moving in and out of your pussy, drawing out your orgasm.

"There we go," he said, smiling down at you. "Such a good girl. You're such a good girl for me, pet."

You were a panting, sweating, mess, and you were exhausted.

He kissed your forehead and pulled his fingers out of you. You were glad the shadow was there restraining you or you would collapse.

After you came down from your high, you realized what just happened. You spat at him, "Fuck you, Loki. You're disgusting."

"Disgusting?" He raised his eyebrows. "Now, why would you say that, little one? Was it not good for you? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Get the fuck away from me." you spat, your voice filled with venom.

He laughed, "You don't get to tell me what to do, little one. I'm not done with you yet."

"You fucking monster," you screamed, "I'm not going to let you touch me."

He grinned and grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him. "Watch your mouth, pet. I don't like hearing you use foul language. Now, since I was so kind to give you such a nice orgasm, will you be a good girl and obey me without any fuss?"

You rolled your eyes. "Like hell I will!"

He smirked in response. "Since I've been rather kind to you," Loki began, his eyes roaming over your body, "I have a proposition for you."

Though you had little desire to hear anything he had to say, your curiosity got the best of you, compelling you to reluctantly listen.

"Do you want me to fuck you here, right now in this alley, or in our room where we will be alone, and no one will interrupt us." He said with a smirk.

Your throat tightened, both options he presented were equally horrifying. But, the last thing you wanted was for someone to find you two here, like this. "Neither.” you choked out.

"That wasn't an option, my sweet."

You glared at him, "You're vile," you hissed

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by your words. "You say the most hurtful things, pet."

"I'm not going to choose," you declared, "I'm not choosing anything. I'd rather die than have sex with you."

He looked amused. "Fine, then I will choose. You have a few seconds to think about it." He said as he took his jacket off, and dropped it to the ground.

"You're going to take me right here? You're an animal."

"It's your fault for refusing. If you choose the other option, I was going to be nice. I'll be rough if you insist."

"If you touch me, I'll kill you." You growled.

He laughed. "Oh, little one. It's not me you have to worry about."

Ignoring your warning, he reached forward, his touch cold against your skin, and ran his thumb along your lower lip. "Shame that I have to punish you. I'm sure you'll be a good girl after today."

You gritted your teeth and move your face away from his touch, "Don't touch me."

He ignored your demand, and began undoing his pants. He pulled his cock out, and started stroking it. You stared at his member and he was already rock hard. You hesitated, not wanting to touch him.

"Are you afraid, my sweet?"

You remained silent, refusing to dignify his question with a response.

He laughed, “There's no need to be scared. I won't hurt you. Unless you disobey me."

He moved closer, his proximity suffocating. With a swift, unwelcome touch, he reached out and stroked your cheek. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch away from his caress.

"Relax, darling. This will be pleasurable for the both of us." He said as he grabbed his cock and ran it against your slit.

You felt your wetness seep onto his cock.

"STOP!" you screamed, your voice breaking the tense atmosphere, forcing him to halt his actions and look up at you.

He smiled at you. "Do you want me to stop, pet?"

You nodded frantically, desperation clouding your eyes. "Yes, I do."

"Tell me," he purred, his tone dripping with cruelty, "why should I stop?"

You scrambled for an excuse, your mind racing. "Let's do it in your place then," you stammered, your words rushed. "Please? I don't want anyone to see." Desperation clung to your voice as you pleaded, hoping against hope that he would agree to your request.

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, pet. You know that won't work."

He pressed his cock against your pussy again.

You felt his tip slip inside you. "PLEASE! I'll be good, just please stop."

He smiled. "I like the sound of that."

He sighed, "Very well, little one." He swiftly pulled up his pants, adjusted his shirt, and retrieved his jacket, freeing you in the process. You winced as you flexed your arms, the restraints having taken their toll.

With a snap of a finger, he put your clothes back on, and you felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You couldn't believe he stopped. He looked at you. "Remember what I said, pet. You don't speak about this to anyone. I'll know if you do. Understand?"

You nodded.

"Good girl," he affirmed.

"Come," he motioned for you to follow him, and for a moment, you considered fleeing again, knowing full well that it branded you a coward. But the terror of Loki's power held you in check.

You didn't get far before he seized you once more. "Enough!" he bellowed, sending you crashing to the ground. Your body felt numb, the pain overwhelming. You begged through the agony, "Please."

"You brought this on yourself, pet," Loki's tone was icy, disappointment etched in his features. "I was going to take care of you, give everything you desired, and all I asked in return was your love and trust. And you broke it."

"Please, Loki. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you pleaded, desperation lacing your words.

He shook his head, "No, pet. There is no going back. You have to pay the price for what you've done," he stated firmly, his grip unyielding.

Loki wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, "Sweet dreams my pet."

And then, everything faded into darkness.

When you woke up, you were on the bed, naked. The room was dark, and there was no sign of Loki. At least right now your arms and legs weren’t bounded. But still he had kidnapped you. "Fucking asshole!" You cursed inside your head.

Then you heard footsteps approaching outside, you pretended to fall asleep, hoping that he'd leave. "I know you're awake, my sweet." He chuckled, "Did you really think you could trick me, darling? You're such a naughty girl, aren't you? Tsk tsk. Such a bad girl."

You tried to fool the god of mischief, what an idiot you were. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He sat down next to you and began caressing your body. He ran his hand up and down your legs.

You slapped his hand away, you hated him. How dare he touch you like that! Loki grabbed your wrist, "Don't try to stop me, little one." He threatened, his grip was tight. It hurt. "No, stop." You whimpered. You tried to struggle free, but he was too strong.

"Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere." He said as he pinned you down on the bed. "Are you ready to behave now, my sweet?"

You refused to respond, instead, you glared at him.

Loki shook his head and chuckled. "You are so beautiful, my sweet.”

You were getting tired of him calling you sweet and darling. "Shut up, Loki. Don’t fucking call me that, you bastard!"

He gave you a stern look. "Behave."

"Or what?" You challenged.

Loki leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to have to punish you."

You glared up at him. "What, like you haven't already done that?"

Loki smirked, "Don't be a smartass, darling. I can make this a lot worse."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Loki gripped your hair tightly and tugged your head back. "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

You looked up at him defiantly. "Do your worst." You then saw him grinned, you realized you had made a big mistake.

"As you wish, little one." Loki said with a wicked grin. He got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. You knew what he was going to do, and it scared you.

He took off his shirt and threw it aside. You were confused at first, until Loki lifted his other hand and started waving it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you don't try to resist."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, I don't want you getting away." Loki smirked. He then started moving his hand up and down your body.

You squirmed and tried to push his hand away, but they felt frozen. "Let me go, you sick bastard!"

Loki gave you a wicked grin. "No, I don't think I will"

Loki forced his lips against yours, you tried to resist, but it was useless. You couldn't move. You tried to turn your head, but it was no use.

Loki forced his tongue into your mouth. He explored every inch of your mouth, tasting you. You could taste his breath. It was sweet, with a hint of mint. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.

"Stop!" You yelled, "Please stop, Loki! I don't want to do this!

Loki ignored you. He kept kissing you, forcing his tongue down your throat. "I know you like it, darling."

You shook your head. Loki broke the kiss and smiled. "You're such a stubborn little thing, aren't you?"

"Fuck you." You spat.

“Why are you so impatient, my little pet?” Loki laughed. "Don’t worry, I’ll do it in a moment. Right now, I'm more concerned with teaching you a lesson."

You glared at him, you were so pissed off. He laughed again, “Such a pretty face, too.” He traced his finger along your jawline.

Then you watched Loki removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock. He stroked himself slowly. You felt your body heat up. You couldn't believe it. He was making you hot.

"See something you like?" He grinned.

You blushed. You looked away. It had been awhile since you had sex with him or anyone else. You missed being fucked by him. You needed to feel his cock deep inside of you. But you knew this was wrong, you looked away from him.

"Look at me." He ordered.

You turned and looked at him. You watched as he continued to stroke his cock. "You betrayed me, Y/N." He climbed over you and straddled your hips, trapping your wrists with his hands, and pinned them above your head. "You hurt me. You have to be punished."

“You are hurting me too.”

“I don’t think so, pet. Deep down, you want this. You want me to force myself to you, you don’t think I know? I know your deepest darkest desire. The desire you try to deny. The desire for me to make you mine again. You want to be my pet again, don't you?"

He was right. You were afraid to admit it but you missed Loki. But you didn't want to admit it. You shook your head, “No! I don’t have such thing.” You knew it was a lie, deep down you wanted him to use you and force himself on you, forced you into submission, make you his again, like he had done many times before.

"Keep lying to yourself, pet. I know you more than you know yourself. Now, open your mouth and let me fuck it.” He smirked and moved closer to you. His cock was inches away from your face. You moved your head away, but he grabbed your hair and pulled it. You winced in pain.

"Open up. Open wide and say ahh."

You refused to obey. "Don't be stubborn." You clenched your teeth together. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll fuck your throat. I'll make you gag and choke."

"You're sick."

"Maybe, but so are you, darling."

He grabbed your face, forced your mouth open. You kept them close together, "I'll fucking bite your dick off, I swear."

He was having none of it, he used his magic to make you couldn't move your jaw. Then he shoved his cock inside your mouth and forced his way in. He started to pump his hips and his cock went deep down your throat, hitting the back of your throat. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.

He pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag. You could feel his hard length against your tongue. His precum leaked onto your taste buds, sending shivers down your spine. He kept thrusting in and out of your mouth, deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered.

You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but he was relentless. His hands gripped your hair tightly, his hips moved faster and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

You felt your body relax, your heart rate quickened, and your clit throbbed. You were getting turned on by this. You whimpered and felt a surge of excitement flow through your body. You couldn't believe it. You were excited at the thought of him taking you, forcing you, fucking you.

You were sick.

"This is all your fault." He said as he looked at you, enjoying the way your throat was stretched around him. "Such a good pet. Take it all, pet."

He grabbed your hair and forced his cock deeper into your mouth. You were struggling to breathe. He moaned louder as he felt his cock going deeper into your throat. He held his cock in your throat, watching you struggle to breathe. "Such a pretty face. I wonder how many people you've sucked off.”

You whimpered, feeling your body reacting to his words.

"Did you plan to suck that guy you were flirting with?" He thrusted his hips. You gagged and tears filled your eyes. "He could never make you feel this good." He moaned. His thrust became harder and deeper. You choked and gagged on his cock.

You cried, your body trembled. You were about to pass out, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and allowed you to breathe. You gasped, sucking in as much air as possible. You couldn't move, you were frozen. He then proceed to grab his cock and stroke it.

"Such a pretty sight, you are. And the view of your lips wrapped around my cock." He said, grinning. "Don't worry, my pet. I'm almost there. You're doing a great job. You're going to be rewarded for being so good for me. I'm going to give you what you want. What you need."

He grabbed your hair and slammed his cock deep again into your throat. Then his hand reached to your pussy. He put his finger in your pussy, you moaned as he touched your pussy. He smirked. "That's a good girl, you are learning. Now, suck my cock."

You started sucking his cock. He started thrusting his cock deeper and harder into your throat. He moaned as you sucked his cock. He loved feeling your mouth on his cock.

"Mmmphh… stwop.” You tried to beg, but his cock was down your throat.

"Do not talk with your mouth full, darling. That is not polite."

You felt him tighten around your neck. His grip was firm.

"I am going to cum. Do not spit. Swallow every drop, and maybe I will reward you. But only if you're a good girl. Do you understand?"

"Mmmph." You tried to protest, but the god didn't listen. You couldn't do anything except suck his cock. Loki kept fucking your mouth until his seed spilled into your throat, you felt the warm liquid slide down your throat making you choke. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed his seed. He pulled out and released your hands.

You coughed, and gasped for air. "Good girl. Very good girl." Loki patted your head.

You glared at him. You wanted him dead.

"Don't be like that, Y/N. You're supposed to be happy. This is what you wanted, remember? We're together again. Just like old times."

You looked away. "That was a long time ago."

Loki grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "But it's not too late. We can have it again. We can have everything. We just have to work together."

"Work together?" You scoffed, "How can we work together? You lied to me!”

“We can talk later, my love. Right now, I need to be inside you.” He stroked his cock, he was still hard even after he came earlier. He spread your legs apart and grabbed a hold of his cock, aiming it towards your wet pussy.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard until you pass out. Until I cum deep inside of you and make you mine again. Then when you wake up, I'll fuck you again, and again, and again."

You felt him press his cock against your pussy, his head slid between your folds and penetrated you. "No, Loki, please, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that." He stroked down his hard cock even after he just came, he was hard again. He then forced himself inside of you. You screamed in agony. He was too big.

"Oh, stop your whining." Loki chuckled. "You're such a baby. It doesn't hurt that much."

His cock was big that it stretched your open, he didn’t give you time to adjust. You screamed, "You fucking asshole!"

"Watch your mouth, darling. I'm not a fan of that language." Loki slapped your pussy, it was red and swollen from his previous assault. He kept thrusting his hips, his cock pounded you over and over. Your whole body ached from him.

He was holding your waist down with one hand and pumping his hips in and out of your pussy. He continued to thrust in and out of you. He took his time and made sure he hit the spot that would make you scream and beg for more. He knew what you wanted, he knew your body and what made you tick.

You were biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Why don't you let me hear those beautiful moans, pet?" Loki purred, leaning his face in close to yours. "Don't hold back, you know you want to enjoy this."

"No..."

Loki grinned and snapped his hips hard against yours. "I know what you like, and I know you like this. It's why I keep doing this." He smiled wickedly. Loki picked up the pace. His cock hit the spot inside of you. "It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed, just let it all out."

You bit your lip and gripped his sheets, trying not to make a sound. "Darling, you're so stubborn, you're going to hurt yourself." Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it, causing you to moan and look up at him.

"You're fucking psycho!"

Loki began pounding into you even harder. His hand gripped your throat, and you felt yourself grow weaker. fast. "Loki, please..." Your vision began to fade, and you started gasping for air. “Stop…” Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you.

He squeezed them together and pounding his cock into you. You screamed and he slapped your pussy again. He fucked you harder than you'd ever been fucked before. You were sobbing, begging him to stop. Tears ran down your face but he didn't slow down. He kept fucking you harder than before. Your breasts were bouncing wildly as he pounded into you.

You felt him hit a spot inside of you that caused a surge of pleasure to flow through your body. "That's it, darling." Loki moaned, slamming his hips harder against yours. "Come on, you know you want to."

You felt your orgasm building. You tried to fight the urge, but you couldn't help yourself. He kept pounding into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot.

"Don’t fight it. You can't resist, so just give in." Loki said thrusting harder and harder, until you were both a moaning, writhing mess. Your walls clenched around his cock, and you arched your back. You moaned loudly as he fucked you harder and faster.

You couldn't fight it anymore, you screamed in pleasure, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

"Fuck, yes! Come for me! Milk my cock, pet"

You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Loki didn't stop, he continued thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your body shook uncontrollably. You cried out again, screaming.

"Please, stop." You pleaded, panting.

Loki ignored you, he fucked you harder and harder, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. "I'm going to fill you with my seed. You'll be leaking it out for days. Every time you sit down or move, you'll feel it dripping down your thighs. You'll be mine."

"Please, Loki! No! Pull out!" You begged, trying to push him off of you. But he was too strong. "Why are you doing this to me?" You cried.

"I'm not going to pull out." Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you. "After you betrayed me, this is the least you deserve. I'm going to make you pregnant. You'll have a little monster running around. You won’t ever leave me again.”

"No! Loki, stop!" You sobbed, crying out. "I'll do anything! Please don't cum in me."

"It's too late, pet." Loki ignored your pleas, he continued thrusting hard. He rubbed your clit, "Cum with me, my sweet." He was rubbing it harder, making it hard for you to keep up with his thrusts.

You shook your head. Loki growled. "Now."

You gasped, "No! No!" You cried out, trying to pull away. You couldn't fight it anymore. You moaned loudly. Your whole body spasmed with your orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him.

Loki groaned. You felt him got bigger inside you. He let out a long moan. "Take my cum." He spilled his hot seed inside you. It filled you, filling you up, some of it spilling out. You could feel it filling your womb, stretching your belly. It was so warm.

He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, pushing more of his cum into you. "No! Please stop!"

Loki laughed, his cock was still hard and pushed his cock back into your pussy. "Oh, but we're not done yet. I'm not finished with you yet." He pushed himself deeper inside you. He was still coming. "This is just the beginning."

"You're fucking insane."

"Yes, I know." Loki was still pumping his cock in and out of you. "I'm going to train your body. You're going to crave me, my cock, and my cum. And every time you see me, you're going to want me to fuck you. You'll need me."

"No!" You cried.

"Yes, yes, you will. Because I'm the only one who can satisfy you." He was thrusting harder, deeper, his pace increasing.

You were afraid he might never stop. And he never did.

It had felt like hours. You lost count on how many times you had orgasmed. It was too much. The room was spinning, the pain and pleasure becoming too much. You were so sensitive, every touch sending you over the edge.

“Loki, please stop. I’m begging you.” You were exhausted, spent, and sore. You couldn’t take it anymore. But you couldn’t stop him, he was too strong and too weak. He kept fucking you over and over again until you were almost at the point of passing out. But he made sure you never did by using his magic to keep you awake.

"Look at your beautiful, stretched pussy. My seed is already filling you."

You whimpered, you could feel it. You could feel the weight of his cum inside you. He never pull out. He kept coming, and his cock kept spurting more and more. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have so much cum. He was fucking you again and again.

"You'll learn to love me. You'll learn to beg for me. You'll learn to come on command. You'll learn to obey me. You'll learn to pleasure me. You'll learn to worship me. Because that is how we are, my sweet."

It seemed like an eternity, but finally, he was done. He collapsed onto you, panting heavily. His cock remained buried inside your pussy, and you felt him softening inside you. Your pussy ached from the rough pounding he had given you.

"You are mine, my sweet. Now and forever." He said, giving you a possessive look.

You felt his cum slowly trickle out of you. Your belly was still swollen from the amount he had pumped into you. You had never felt so full. It was like you were a water balloon, and he had been filling you with water.

Loki kissed you deeply. You could barely fight him back, you were too weak. He smiled and ran his hand through your hair. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back to check on you later." Loki got up from the bed and walked away.

The door shut. You laid there, stunned and exhausted. You were still trying to process what had happened, but there was one thing you knew for sure. You were trapped. You were his prisoner.

He was not going to let you go. Ever.

"I hate you, Loki." You whispered.

And you knew he heard it.

E/N : I intentionally made her emotion sway back and forth, torn between desiring him yet hating his actions. They're both twisted in their own ways, perhaps that's why they complement each other.

Honestly, I'm not entirely content with how the story is going; I might rewrite or delete it later, I'm not sure. Nevertheless, thank you for reading!

Let me know if you enjoy dark fics too! I adore them and plan to write more.

#loki laufesyon x reader #loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki smut #loki season 2 #dark fic #dark loki x reader #marvel x reader #marvel fic

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donaweasley · 2 years ago

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Okay... Not a Christmas present for me since I read this prettttty late but... I'll take that gift ANY time of the year!!!! 😍🤩😍😍😍😍

This was awesome!

Tony: *walks in balancing a big ass tree with his iron suit flight stabelizers* Finaly! Time to set up the tree for christmas!

Loki: *looks up from his book* Oh yes, time to sit in front of a dead tree and eat horrible candy out of socks.

Tony: *closes his eyes in disbelief* In the spirit of christmas I will pretend I didn't hear a word that left your mouth.

Loki: *grins*

Tony: *gets the tree positioned, fights himself for a second* Ok, I can't...You know what. For somebody who doesn't like christmas your helmet sure looks like horns...REINDEER GAMES!

Loki: *smirks* And your suit looks a lot like a santa dress

You: *laughing, leaning in the door frame* you should watch and listen to yourself bickering with each other...

Tony: He started it..

Loki: You walked in all jolly with a dead tree...

Tony: You know what. I'll just call you grinch from now on. *Walking away to get the decorations. Mumbling loud enough for Loki to hear* Some gods are not a gift to mankind but a pain in the ass!

Loki: *hiding a chuckle*

You: You can't stop teasing him, can you.

Loki: Why should I, it is SO much fun! *walking towards you, a missletoe appears above your head*

Loki: *grins* Oh! Would you look at that... *grabs you for a kiss*

You: *laughs* Mischievous...*melting into his kiss*

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Christmas eve...

Tony: *walks into the room* OH DEAR GOD! LOKI! *hides his eyes* Why on earth are you lying under the damn tree like that??

Loki: I wanted to remind you THAT I am, infact, a gift!

Tony: ... DON'T MOVE THAT HELMET!

Loki: Then walk away and send Y/N in...actually THIS present was for her...*grins*

Tony: Hey, so you are secretly playing santa...I KNEW you did not hate christmas!

Loki: Stark! Don't make me throw that helmet in your direction. But if you don't leave NOW...I will!

Tony: *turns to get out, shouting* HEY Y/N ! WOULD YOU HELP ME OUT IN THE LIVINGROOM...

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You: *walking in* You need hel....Oh my...LOKI!

Loki: Care to unwrap your present, pet?

You: *staring at the well placed helmet* I don't think there is much to unwrap...

Loki: *grins* Well, you are dressed an awfull lot...maybe I'll unwrap you instead...

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mrs-elsie-barnes · 1 month ago

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Mob Rules | Sharing with Joaquín & Loki | Joaquín x Reader & Loki x Reader | 2.8k words

It's been a long day relaxing by the pool. But Joaquín and Loki have had long days too, and they're both wanting some attention.

Warnings: 18+ adult content, mafia AU, semi-public (they're by their home pool), cockwarming, p in v, plugs, anal play & anal sex, dp, creampie, d/s vibes, soft dom!Joaquín and mean dom!Loki, dirty talk, pet names (baby & cariño) degridation (slut). Yeah, 18+. S for sloppy and h for what the hell did I write. Enjoy!

For the @avengers-assemble-bingo Kinky Bingo - double penetration (as voted by you!) and dirty talk. Divider by @firefly-graphics & @saradika-graphics

Vote for the next Mob Rules fic here!

Masterlist | Mob Rules | Kinky Bingo | Joaquín | Loki

You're lying by the pool, eyes closed, skin sun warm when a hand moves down your collarbone. The fingers tease lower until they're circling your nipple and cupping your breast, familiar lips on your cheek.

You don't open your eyes.

"Hi, Joaquín ." You whisper, turning your head to catch his lips in a slow, treacle sweet kiss.

"Hey, Bambi," he whispers back.

He shifts your Prada sunglasses from over your eyes to the little table where a glass of ice cold champagne sweats in the afternoon heat. There are perks to living with Brooklyn's mafia, after all.

"You joining me?" You eye Joaquín from head to toe, he's newer in the house, one of Sam's old colleagues. Ex-forces with the lean muscled body to prove it and an absolutely ruthless streak when the family meet in the boardroom. He's let his hair grow out since he moved in, letting it fall in dark curls behind his ears, and he smiles a lot more now in a charmingly boyish way that you enjoy.

"How could I resist you, cariño?" He grins, slipping his arms under you and lifting you easily. He steals your seat in the lounge chair and you take a moment to artfully arrange yourself across him, placing your body at best advantage for his own viewing pleasure, but yours as well.

Joaquín's leg feels good between your own, coupled with his clever mouth distracting you with kisses up and down your neck you can't resist rolling your hips against him. He's wearing jeans today and his shirt and hands are clean so he can't have been up to too much mischief. The denim is rough against your bikini clad cunt. Prada sunglasses are a must, but you also enjoy an entire wardrobe of enticing little bikinis and skimpy outfits. Not that there's much point in choosing when someone is liable to remove them at any point during the day. Joaquín likes your outfits though, always ready with a compliment.

You can feel Joaquín smiling against your cheek, kissing towards your ear, "does that feel nice on your little pussy, Bambi, using my leg for your pleasure like a naughty, needy little girl." His hand strokes down your side slowly, leaving goosebumps in it's wake, and he cups the swell of your ass while you continue to rock against him.

Joaquín is all talk, always. Chatting away to anyone who'll listen, and you love it. Love listening to him talk about his day while you massage out the tension, love it when he tells you stories about his childhood in Miami and he slips in and out of Spanish. And you love it when he's like this, letting you seek your pleasure while he whispers sweet and spicy nothings in your ear.

"Feels so good," you purr, and press your face against his chest, breathing him in. There's no rush here, it's late afternoon and dinner won't be for a few hours. The house is far from empty but there's no event to dress for.

It's nice to just enjoy the slow build of pleasure as it tightens in your stomach.

Joaquín's hands slip lower pulling you up his body slightly until his hands are between your legs, pushing aside your bikini, thumbs brushing against your slick entrance. He squeezes one cheek and then holds you open, the air cool on your holes, before he lets go again, chuckling at the wet sound of your arousal.

"So wet just from rubbing yourself on my leg," he brings his hand up to your face and pushes a single finger into your mouth. Sucking eagerly you look up into his dark brown eyes, almost black with lust and nod in agreement. You are wet, obscenely, embarrassingly wet, and you need him.

"Can I warm your cock? Please?" You mumble around the finger in your mouth and his eyes darken further.

"'Course you can, good girl, get yourself nice and comfy." He slips his cock from inside his jeans and you instantly lift yourself to rub against him. The soft skin of his shaft is a contrast to his rough jeans and you moan around his finger again, teeth grazing him slightly.

He helps push your bikini to one side and slips his head inside.

"You take it if you wan' it, Bambi," he teases, smirking as he lets his finger drop from your lips, mimicking the way your mouth goes wide as you sink onto him. He's so hot and hard and firm and pressing against you just right you could cum just from sitting here.

"Thank you, Joaquín ." You coo, snuggling back into his chest and letting your hips roll against him just a little.

He laughs, quiet and low, but gently, petting your back with one hand and caressing the curve of your hip and ass with the other.

"Don't think I didn't notice your extra bit of jewellery you naughty thing." He whispers and your body suddenly feels flush, thinking of the little jewelled plug, snug between your cheeks.

"Jus' like being prepared for you all, whatever you need."

"Good girl, cariño, you jus' sit tight," he nipped your ear, "very tight."

You close your eyes, the breeze tickling over your back again, hopefully the night will stay warm and you can enjoy slinking around your mansion home in your bikini for the rest of the evening.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here."

Loki's smooth voice is proceeded only by the deep smell of his cigarette, rolled by yourself that morning and now snug between his long fingers.

"Evening, Lokes." Joaquín mumbles, eyes still closed, hands still drifting over you like clouds.

"Torres." Loki pauses and you can imagine him wrapping his lips around his cigarette and taking a drag.

His footsteps come closer.

"You're always so gentle with her," Loki mocks and you crack one eye opened to see him perched on the sun lounger next to yours. "All these soft little touches and pet names. You know she's a slut, right? She's not your girlfriend."

"Steve said she's everyone's girlfriend, fuck off —" Joaquín snaps at Loki before rubbing his thumb over your cheek, "isn't that right baby?"

You nod, clenching around his cock, having them both talk about you like this makes you even needier, you love how possessive they all get as soon as you appear, each fighting for your attention.

"And you're such a good girlfriend aren't you?"

You keep nodding, mouth falling open as your body ripples with slow building pressure.

"She's our something," Loki slaps your ass and then spreads you again, pressing his thumb against the little jewel and pushing the plug deeper inside, forcing a cry of part pleasure, part pain to escape you. "Why do you think she keeps her little ass plugged all the time? Because it looks sparkly? No, she wants fucking, don't you, slut?" Loki bent over you, hand wrapped around your throat, and turned you towards him.

His green eyes flash with something between lust and rage, perhaps he'd been expecting to find you alone, to have you to himself so you could play your games.

"Yes, sir." You answer demurely, as he likes. Loki likes to play with rules, to be in charge, as if he's higher ranking than he is. But you don't care, your role isn't to care about the business, it's to care about pleasure and fun and entertainment.

This is entertainment.

"Leave her alone," Joaquín bites back, pushing Loki's hand away and lifting his hips, starting a slow rhythm.

"She doesn't want to be left alone, she wants fucking." Loki tugs a little on the plug, easing the bulb out to its widest point and holding it there until you're squeezing and twitching around it.

You let your head fall to Joaquín's shoulder, moaning into his shirt.

"You don't mind, do you?" He pushs the plug back in and angles it down so it nudges against Joaquín 's length, still buried inside of you. "Thor said he shared her with Steve and Bucky a few weeks back, filled her full and plugged her back up like the little cumdump she is. And she fuking loved it."

"What if I mind, Laufeyson?" Joaquín's voice drops it's usual cheery lilt for a deeper growl possessively cupping his hands around your ass and thrusting up into you again, attempting to ignore the other man.

"Then I'd tell you to fuck off and watch your mouth around your superiors."

Loki grabs your hips, pushing you down against Joaquín. Successfully pinned he pulls the plug out with an obscene pop, forcing a shocked cry from between your lips.

"See, you're too soft on her, Torres, you can take it, can't you?" Loki slaps your ass again with one hand, the sound of his zipper loud in your ear. "And you're going to take all of it like the good slut you are, because that's what you're here for."

You felt the cold drizzle of lube trail down between your cheeks and onto your waiting hole, Loki always seemed able to conjure up whatever lewd toy or item he needed at times like this. But you didn't have long to think about it because the wide head of his cock was pushing up against you, stretching you open far more than the decorative little plug had.

"Oh god!" You rubbed your forehead against Joaquín's collarbone, clutching your hands in his shirt, torn between the intense pleasure of being so thoroughly stretched, and the sharp pain of Loki forcing himself inside with so little prep. You half hated him for being so right, you enjoyed it, the games, the fight and the eventually submission as he fucked inside of you.

"That's it, you lay there pet and let us use you."

"I —" you clench around them both, your body in shock from the sudden flood of need, desire, the lack of any thought in your head but yes yes yes.

"You're doing so well, Bambi baby, you just look at me." Joaquín rubs his thumb over your cheek, "open those beautiful eyes — there she is, I know, I know, he's so mean, isn't he, but it's all okay." His lips are a balm, something to focus your attention on when Loki pulls out and then presses in again, relishing your cries.

"At least let her get used to it you asshole, either fuck her or don't," Joaquín snaps over your shoulder before returning to stroking your back and cooing in your ear.

All it does is earn you another slap, harder this time, and you know you'll feel the outline of Loki's long fingers after this is all over.

"Just breaking her in," Loki leers, "fits like a glove, doesn't it you little slut — it's what she needs, to be full of cock."

"Uh -huh," you nod, lips parting as they begin to set a slow rhythm, in and out, so empty and then so full its like you're panicking. "Yes - yes - yes"

"Shut her the fuck up before I do." Loki growls, his hand sliding up your back and curling around your throat, forcing your head back. "No one wants to hear your pathetic noises."

"Don't listen to him, cariño, you sound so cute, our gorgeous girl aren't you, everything you do is so beautiful, even when you're getting fucked."

Your eyes brimmed, confused, trapped between them.

"I said shut — up." Loki punctuates his words with deep thrusts, heaving you forwards into Joaquín and then, nothing. One hand holds you down, pushing the back of your neck so all you can breathe is Joaquín's cologne, the other pulls at the ties on your bikini, finally freeing you from it.

His hand leaves for a moment, and then he's dragging you back up by your throat, your back arched so he can see you.

"Open." He pinches your cheeks until you open your mouth, and then pushes your bikini past your lips. "That's better."

You can taste the tang of your arousal on them and despite yourself it makes you moan, pulsing around the two men inside of you.

Loki picks up his pace again and you screw your eyes shut, biting down on the fabric in your mouth to keep from crying out. Loki is rough, calculating, pushing and pulling your body in the exact way he wants to get himself closer to release. Despite his rough treatment you know he was working to take you there too, the way he angles his hips, the feel of his hand on your throat, just right, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge.

In contrast Joaquín is so much more gentle, teasing in his own kind of torturous way, making you crave more — a deeper thrust, a firmer hand.

Between them they're driving you wild, your body bent over, unable to do anything but accept the pleasure they bring.

"Uh - uh!" You plead desperately. You're going to cum — Joaquín wouldn't mind, but Loki liked you to ask first.

"There's my good slut, do you want to come?"

You nod eagerly and Joaquín kisses your forehead, a tiara of sweat circling your brow.

"puh - puh—" you mange to get out between the deep strokes of Loki's cock.

"I don't think you've asked nicely enough." Loki slows, Joaquín shooting him a look over your shoulder.

"You're a fucking bastard, Laufeyson."

"I try, Torres."

"Puh-eese," you squeeze out, tightening around them both involuntarily, it was going to happened whatever he said, your body wound tight, a vessel for desire with no other thoughts but losing complete control. Tears slip down your face as Loki continues his slow movements, slipping a hand between you and Joaquín to brush over your swollen clit.

"Ohhh, baby, don't cry, it's okay, you let go for us." Joaquín soothes.

"Don't you fucking dare."

"Go on, baby, can feel you milking me, not gonna last either, let me feel ya'." He kisses you gently, trying to shove Loki's hand away so he can be the one to truly get you there.

Loki's voice is loud in your ear, his breath hot on the back of your neck.

"Go on, cum, see what happens."

You can't help it, it's involuntary, their voices, soothing, cruel, kind and mean, push you too far and you scream your release through your makeshift gag, clenching down so hard that Joaquín makes a strangled noise and begins thrusting up into you again. Loki pulls out and suddenly you're bereft, missing the pressure of his cock inside of you. But then Joaquín 's hands are on your hips, holding you above him and using your fluttering pussy to chase his own release.

Joaquín follows you with his own cry, pressing his lips to yours so you can swallow the sound, and then falls back against the sun lounger.

"Fuck, baby, you're too good to me, c'mere." His kisses are so gentle you almost forget that Loki is still perched behind you, wanting his own finale.

"Yes, yes, her cunt is lovely. Now fuck off." Loki picks you up around your waist and deposits you unceremoniously on the lounger beside Joaquín 's. Before you can think his cock is back inside of you, the angle pressing down through your delicate walls and forcing Joaquín 's cum to spill down your legs.

"You're an ass." Joaquín stands and you watch him go back inside, leaving you to Loki's mercy, or lack there off.

"I — told — you — not — to — cum." He's so deep you don't even register what he's saying, each movement slow and firm. His hand curls around your hips, long fingers on your sensitive clit. They curl too, pushing inside of you, stretching you more.

"I'm sorry, Loki, sir."

It's no use, he'll find his satisfaction however he likes, and right now it's fucking you so hard you collapse onto the lounger. Loki follows, his body completely covering your own.

"That's much better. Where you belong." He chuckles darkly but his pace has become more erratic, he's close, his hand moves faster and you squirm beneath him, the friction of his fingers, the lounger, the cum still tickling the inside of your thigh.

"Fuck —" he pulls out and flips you over, his hair hangs in front of his face, flushed with exertion, but his eyes are bright and intent when he lifts one of your legs, bending you back. "Want to see that beautiful face when you fall apart on me." He laughs again, slapping his cock against your clit and that's it, you let go again and he rubs the head of his cock over you, two fingers still buried in your pussy.

It's not the first time you've felt this deep, scared, feeling as you come, though it always takes you by surprise with anyone else. But Loki seems to know just the spot inside of you to press to make you squirt all over his hand and cock.

He gives you a feral smile and slaps at your wet pussy, and then fists himself once, twice, and pushes the head of his cock between your lips and spurts inside your entrance.

"Now, you're a good fucking girl." He cups your cheek before giving it a gentle tap and zips his trousers up, leaving you lying as you were before, alone by the pool.

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biting-miguel-ohara · 10 months ago

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Solnyshko - Natasha Romanoff x gn!Reader

A/N: I really really wanted to write a small thing for Natasha, so here we are. I set this in a 2012ish era, which is why the Avengers live at the Tower and such. I might do something more with this Reader and their powers in a future story as well.

Also, solnyshko means little sun in Russian. It’s the only potentially gendered language in the fic

Dividers by @/whimsicalrogers

CW: fluff, language, soft Natasha, Natasha speaks Russian, Reader is a former SHIELD agent, Reader has powers, failed missions, mentions of blood and injury, very very light angst, a forehead kiss, soft ending, probably ooc Natasha

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“Hey, Nat,” you greet the red-haired Avenger with a sleepy smile. “Early morning, huh?”

“Good morning, solnyshko.” Natasha smiles back at you, handing you a cup of tea. “I should be saying that to you. You look like you’re still half-asleep.”

You laugh and rub the back of your neck, taking a sip of your drink. “I feel like it. I dunno how you can do early morning missions. I feel like shit.”

Natasha just smiles and pulls out a seat for you at the table.

You’re a former SHIELD agent. One of Barton’s old teammates. You’ve known Natasha since the day she joined.

Now you’re an unofficial member of the new team. The big team. You deal with the remnants of SHIELD for them and they help you train your powers.

You don’t have anything really special. No magic or anything. But your light powers come in handy for making illusions and you’ve been called in several times to help out with Loki when he comes to Earth. So all in all, you’re not complaining.

You take a seat at the table and enjoy the bits of morning you have. You’re leaving in an hour and you want to savor your last moments with the team.

Well, the members of the team who are up. Cap comes in before his morning run, but doesn’t stick around for long. Tony passes through briefly to grab a cup of coffee. The others, you know they won’t be up for another couple of hours at least.

So you enjoy your morning with Natasha. It’s been a while since you and her chatted, and you enjoy the conversation.

Eventually your time is up.

“Wish me luck,” you tell her with a wry smile.

She laughs and gives you a fond look. “You’ll do great. You’re our best, after all.”

You laugh at that and head on out.

Your return isn’t nearly as happy or cheerful.

The mission was a failure. Despite your best efforts, your target got the jump on you and shot you four times. You’d barely made the journey back, your wounds bleeding profusely.

By the time you’re sent to the medbay, you’re woozy with loss of blood. Your steps are sluggish and you lean against the wall for support.

There’s a voice calling your name. Then arms sliding under you, scooping you up.

There’s hair as red as blood brushing against your face. And then your eyes shut.

When you open them again, you’re in your room at the Tower. Your body aches like hell, but you can feel all your limbs.

You shift your arm, your muscles groaning in protest. Still, you force yourself up a bit, before a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“You gotta lie down.” It’s Natasha, looking rather tired and weary. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Fuck the doctor,” you mutter, trying to get up further.

Natasha gently pushes you back down. “Not the time, solnyshko.”

You don’t resist further. Instead, you sigh and stare up at the ceiling. “The mission failed.”

“It wasn’t your fault. We had bad intel.” She toys with the sleeve of your shirt. “Our inside man was a double agent.”

“Still. I could’ve done better.”

She gently flicks your forehead. “Don’t play that game. You did what you could. Getting shot like that would put anyone out of commission.”

You look at her. At her red-as-blood hair. “Even you?”

She smiles faintly. “Even me.”

It makes you feel a bit better and you nod. “Thanks.”

She leans in and kisses your forehead. “Always.”

A yawn overtakes you and you groan softly. Natasha laughs a little. “Go back to sleep. Your wounds need time to heal.”

You yawn again and nod, letting your eyes close. “Goodnight, Nat.”

Her fingers find yours and she gives your hand a light squeeze. “Goodnight, solnyshko. Sweet dreams.”

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shitty-marvel-fan732 · 2 years ago

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Since I've apparently decided to come back to life and restart this blog, here's a reblog of the groupchat I started over 2 years ago 🙃 I promise I've actually finished it and will post the concluding parts this week

Don't Mess With Y/N

Part 1 of 4

A request from @wsoldieranon. Finally a little inspiration came to me! Hopefully I can actually start working on these requests! Next parts will be up soon 🥰

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

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cece693 · 4 months ago

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A Crown of Two Realms

pairing: loki laufeyson x małe reader pairing: reader is a prince, arranged marriage, ambiguous ending, heart vs what's right, love sometimes isn't enough, why do I keep doing this to myself :(

For as long as the Nine Realms remembered, Asgard had stood as a gleaming pillar of might—yet your homeland, the hidden kingdom of Illyria, was older, wealthier in resources, and influential enough to command the respect (and, occasionally, the wariness) of even the great All-Father, Odin. When word spread that the heir of Illyria had accepted a formal marriage alliance with Asgard’s crown prince, the entire cosmos paid attention.

You were that heir.

Sharp-minded, with a handsomely chiseled visage that drew comparisons to the very deities etched into temple walls—wherever you went, it seemed people murmured, “He is perfection.” They weren’t wrong to admire you; from childhood, you had been trained to lead, to command, and to bear the responsibilities of your ancient, formidable realm.

The day you arrived on Asgard, escorted by a contingent of Illyrian warriors clad in shimmering silver armor, the air practically crackled with anticipation. Thor Odinson—your future husband—stood at the foot of the palace steps, bright-eyed and eager to greet you with warmth. Yet, even as you approached him with regal composure, your gaze drifted to the lean figure slightly behind him, dressed in emerald and black: the second prince of Asgard, Loki.

He was watching you as well, his expression guarded but unmistakably curious.

Odin and Frigga welcomed you graciously into the golden halls of the palace. They made a show of Asgard’s famed hospitality, laying out a splendid feast in your honor. Courtiers lined the corridors, bowing or curtsying as you passed. You could sense their awe—after all, you came from Illyria, a kingdom shrouded in near-mythic prestige. Some whispered that your realm once guided the dawn of magic itself; others claimed your armies had subdued entire dimensions with minimal effort.

All evening, you wore the gracious, polished façade expected of a royal. You chatted with dignitaries, answered questions about Illyria’s luminous cities and your father’s famed conjurers. Meanwhile, Thor rarely left your side, eager to regale you with tales of his own feats: banishing Frost Giants, venturing into cosmic realms, and valiantly defending Asgard. You responded with polite smiles, nods, and the occasional appreciative laugh. As perfect as it all looked on the surface, there was a gentle hum of disquiet in your chest.

From across the banquet table, Loki’s emerald eyes flicked your way from time to time, assessing, appraising. He appeared aloof, yet he seemed to be the only one not entirely beguiled by your princely exterior. It made something in you stir.

Your days following the feast were tightly scheduled:

Diplomatic Lessons with Odin, ensuring you grasped every nuance of Asgard’s laws and customs.

Combat Training with Thor, so you might learn each other’s fighting styles.

Council Meetings discussing the future stability of the Nine Realms, with you sitting at Thor’s side—ever the composed consort-to-be.

For all your flawless manners and competence, you never seemed to allow yourself a moment to breathe freely. Indeed, you had long mastered the art of veiling your true feelings behind calm, intelligent eyes and an impeccably gentle smile. But when the spotlight dimmed—when you slipped out of council chambers or strayed from the training grounds—you found yourself wandering Asgard’s palace in search of quiet corners. It was in one such corridor that you encountered Loki once more.

He stood at a tall window, gazing out over the Bifrost’s shimmering expanse. You paused, unsure if you should interrupt. Yet the shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips before he even turned to face you. “Come to admire the view?” he asked, voice tinted with subtle sarcasm.

You dipped your head, maintaining your stately composure. “It is quite impressive,” you replied, glancing out at the rainbow bridge cutting across the sky. “But I was also hoping to discover more about the prince I rarely see at these gatherings.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Our father and brother do love a grand audience. I prefer quieter spaces.” He looked you up and down. “You strike me as someone who doesn’t scare easily. Most are far too enamored with Thor to pay mind to me.”

Your composure softened just a touch. “I have no fear of you, Loki. Nor do I overlook you. In Illyria, we have a saying: ‘The keenest mind stands in the silent corner.’”

He chuckled quietly. “Fitting.”

A hint of curiosity glimmered in his gaze. You found yourself intrigued by the subtle interplay of cunning and intelligence beneath his exterior. Your time in Asgard had been filled with people wanting to see only your perfect “prince” persona. But Loki’s scrutiny felt different: he seemed interested in you, not the grand illusions and legends that accompanied your name.

A few days later, after a particularly grueling session with Odin’s council, you sought solace in the grand library. Illuminated by golden sconces, the shelves rose like monoliths, each row brimming with ancient tomes. You had heard rumors that Asgard’s archives held knowledge that even your father’s great library in Illyria lacked.

As you wandered the aisles, a familiar presence made itself known—Loki, perched on a tall stool, a dusty book spread across his lap. He pretended not to see you at first, but when you paused beside him, he glanced up. “Running from your princely duties?” he teased in a low voice.

You exhaled a soft laugh. “If you knew how many times a day I’m reminded of my ‘responsibilities,’ you’d understand why I slip away now and then.”

“I do know,” Loki said, and his voice bore a note of empathy. He snapped the book shut. “So, Prince of Illyria—tell me, do you devour knowledge as eagerly as the rest of your people are rumored to do?”

You took up the challenge in his tone. “We pride ourselves on it. The mind is a blade that never dulls, after all.”

He regarded you, faint admiration mixing with mischief. “Ah, so your famed composure conceals more than just polite conversation. I wonder, do you ever let yourself be anything less than perfect?”

A spark of something playful lit in your chest. You lowered your voice. “Try me.”

Loki’s eyes widened slightly, as though taken aback by your directness, then a slow grin curved his lips. He patted the space next to him on the broad windowsill. You hopped up beside him, the tension leaving your shoulders. Away from the prying eyes of the court, you felt a familiar sense of relief wash over you.

Perhaps, just this once, you could be something more human—free from the constant parade of princely duties.

Over the subsequent nights, you found yourself seeking Loki’s company more and more. It wasn’t planned, at least not consciously, but you both ended up in the same corners: a deserted wing of the palace gardens, a quiet lounge near the palace’s lesser-known exits, or hidden alcoves in the library. There, you allowed your mask of infallibility to slip. You joked about some of the more ridiculous demands placed upon you and admitted you sometimes grew tired of always being so “polished.” In turn, Loki confided his own struggles—constantly in Thor’s shadow, overlooked or misunderstood in Asgard’s courts.

He made snarky remarks, which you parried with lighthearted wit, leaving you both sharing smirks or muffled laughter. Strangely, these unguarded conversations with Loki felt more genuine than all the lavish banquets you’d ever attended combined.

The more you revealed your true self—playful, at times recklessly curious, occasionally exasperated by royal burdens—the more Loki seemed drawn to you. And you found yourself feeling the same: you craved his clever banter, the keen intelligence sparkling in his eyes, and the subtle vulnerability he tried so hard to hide.

The next day, as Thor escorted you through a grand martial demonstration—showcasing the Einherjar’s prowess—you felt restless. The troops’ synchronized movements were impressive, but your thoughts were elsewhere, recalling the warmth in Loki’s voice the night before, when he’d talked about mastering illusions to carve out his own identity.

When the demonstration ended, Thor draped a friendly arm over your shoulders. “Wasn’t that magnificent?” he boomed.

“Indeed,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. “Your warriors are formidable.”

But the brightness in your eyes didn’t quite reach your heart. Thor seemed to sense something was off. “If there’s anything amiss, please, share it with me.”

You glanced around at the gathered guards, your personal retinue included. Hundreds of eyes, all waiting for your measured response. Your calm, princely façade held. “Thank you, Thor. I’m simply weary from the travel and duties.”

He nodded understandingly, though a shadow of concern flickered in his gaze.

That evening, you found Loki in the secluded palace gardens, standing near a fountain that shimmered under Asgard’s starry sky. He wore his usual emerald cloak, a thoughtful expression on his face. The minute he saw you, he straightened, as though shifting from private thoughts to face the world. “What troubles the great prince of Illyria tonight?” he asked, wry amusement lacing his tone.

You let out a soft, frustrated sigh. “I feel trapped. Everyone sees me as this perfect solution—this polished, ideal figure who will unify Asgard and Illyria. No one cares to see the man underneath.”

Loki studied you intently. “I see the man. The one who challenges me in witty debate, who isn’t afraid to say the wrong thing from time to time—just to see how I’ll respond.”

You smiled faintly. “And you...you don’t treat me like some precious relic. You give me honesty, even if it’s laced with mockery.”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “I don’t mock what I admire. And I do admire you.” His expression turned earnest. “You’re not simply the heir of an all-powerful realm. You’re also…good, decent, and surprisingly humble. Someone who makes me feel—” He swallowed, searching for the words. “Makes me feel understood.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. A strange tenderness gripped you. The night air seemed to crackle with unspoken emotion. In a hushed voice, you spoke: “I never expected to find such kinship here, least of all with you.”

Loki’s eyes flickered. “Nor I with you.”

Then, quietly, he admitted, “Do you know what it’s like—being forever eclipsed by Thor’s light? And now, you arrive, shining like a star in your own right, but instead of drowning me out, you look for me in the shadows.”

Your breath caught. “I see you,” you said, fervent and quiet. “I see your brilliance, Loki. And I can’t help being drawn to it.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there, the fountain’s soft trickle the only sound in the hush of the garden. Then, Loki reached out, his fingers brushing yours in a tentative gesture. “In all my life, I’ve never felt quite so—” he hesitated, then murmured, “I believe I’m falling for you. It’s madness, I know. You’re to wed Thor. Our entire realm stands to benefit from that union. But I can’t deny what’s taken root in my heart.”

Emotions surged through you: elation, longing, and dread, all at once. You carefully entwined your fingers with his. “I feel it too. This is more than mere friendship. Yet duty binds me—I cannot simply break it without risking war between our realms.”

Pain flickered in Loki’s expression, tempered by resignation. “I know,” he whispered. “But for once in my life, I wish destiny would bend.”

You hardly slept that night. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt Loki’s hand interlaced with yours—warm and comforting, yet fraught with the knowledge that this, whatever this had become, could upend two realms. When dawn finally broke, your mind was already spinning with the weight of regret and longing.

You tried telling yourself that it was just a passing moment, a slip in composure. But deep down, you knew better. You’d never felt such a raw pull toward anyone, let alone the “other prince” of Asgard, the one your realm regarded as an afterthought in these negotiations. How was it that Loki—a figure so often relegated to the shadows—was the only one who truly saw you for who you were?

Yet duty loomed larger than ever. The next morning, you donned your ceremonial attire as if it were armor, and forced your lips into polite smiles for the courtiers. Thor greeted you in his usual fashion—boisterous, warm, heavy-handed in his affection. A sharp pang of guilt stabbed at you every time he grinned your way. He saw you as his future partner, the one who would strengthen Asgard’s hold on the realms with Illyria’s might by his side. Only you knew how fragile that notion had become.

Despite the ache in your chest, you made every effort to avoid Loki. You accepted invitations to train with Thor at dawn, to attend council sessions at midday, to endure elaborate banquets well into the evening. Whenever you thought you glimpsed Loki in the corridors or spotted the swish of his emerald cloak, you turned on your heel, heart pounding. If you faced him again, you feared you’d crumble, that you’d let the façade slip and act on feelings you had no right to indulge. But the palace halls had a way of entwining fates that preferred to remain separate. After nearly a week of avoidance—of half-finished nights spent pacing in your chambers—a hushed commotion in the library drew your attention. Voices, low and tense. One was distinctively Thor’s, crackling with anger. The other, undeniably Loki’s, fired back with a sharper, cold retort.

Steeling yourself, you followed the echo, careful not to be seen. Pressed against a gilded column, you could just make out their figures among the tall shelves. Thor’s broad shoulders tensed as he loomed over his brother, voice barely contained.

“Must you always vanish at my betrothed’s approach?” he demanded. “You’re avoiding him as though he’s done you some grave harm.”

Loki’s scoff echoed through the still air. “I do nothing of the sort. Perhaps it’s he who doesn’t wish to see me.”

Your stomach turned. You could practically feel Loki’s pain in his words. Thor let out a frustrated growl, palms slamming against the wooden table. “This alliance is too important to be riddled with your petty resentments. If you have an issue with him, address it, brother. Do not sabotage Asgard’s future through these childish games.”

“Childish games?” Loki repeated in a venomous murmur. “Is it childish to keep my distance, knowing full well that your beloved fiancé is tethered to you for the sake of duty—while he might harbor other…thoughts?” His voice faltered, bitterness lacing every syllable. “Leave me to my ‘games,’ Thor. It’s safer that way.”

Thor opened his mouth to retaliate, but the library doors creaked, heralding the arrival of a group of scholars. With one final glare, the God of Thunder stormed off, leaving Loki behind with his fists clenched at his sides, magic rippling faintly in the tense air. In that fleeting moment, you almost stepped out to speak with Loki—comfort him, maybe. But the memory of your last encounter was too fresh: his trembling whisper, the heartbreak in his eyes. You couldn’t bring yourself to deepen his hurt or your own.

Instead, you retreated quietly, the weight in your heart heavier than ever. You wandered through the corridors like a ghost, ignoring the questioning looks of your Illyrian advisors. They had long since sensed your change in demeanor, but none dared to pry.

Reaching your chambers, you shut the doors behind you and leaned against them, closing your eyes. You pictured Loki’s face when he said, “For once in my life, I wish destiny would bend.” Those words echoed louder with each passing day. Part of you wanted to grasp destiny with both hands and force it to bend, to let the alliance shift to a new shape—one where duty and love weren’t at odds. But each time your resolve flared, an avalanche of responsibility bore down on you, reminding you of every soldier, every citizen, and every promise the marriage was supposed to uphold.

Time offered no mercy. Another week slipped by. Another feast, another council meeting, another swirl of illusions you maintained for appearances’ sake. Loki’s absence, once a mild inconvenience, now felt like a gaping void you couldn’t ignore. Where was he? The few times you spied him in the distance, your heart leapt in your chest only to sink when he vanished like smoke.

In the still nights, lying awake in the grand bed that never felt like home, you replayed every moment spent with him—his cutting humor, his intelligent gaze, the unexpected warmth in his laughter when you managed to draw it out. You ached to see him again, if only to know he was well. But the walls built by duty and guilt felt insurmountable.

Your arranged wedding was edging closer, each day ticking away like a drumbeat of war. The entire realm would gather to watch Asgard’s golden prince wed Illyria’s graceful heir, sealing an alliance that would alter the power balance in the cosmos. It was inevitable—or so Odin and your own father insisted. You were a prince of Illyria; your life was never entirely your own.

Yet, despite everything, you couldn’t banish the memory of Loki’s eyes. The longing there, the unspoken promise of something more real than any throne or realm could grant you. Perhaps it was too late to turn back. Perhaps the best you could do now was shield him from the heartbreak that would inevitably come. If that meant sacrificing your own happiness—well, princes were often required to make such sacrifices.

Or so you tried to tell yourself, night after endless night.

But a small, traitorous spark of hope still flickered in the depths of your chest, refusing to die. A whisper that said there might be another way. A path where duty and desire could coexist, if only you were bold enough to claim it. Yet for now, you remained paralyzed by doubt and fear, uncertain how—or if—you could change the fate that had already been written for you.

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