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soul sick | part 1

SERIES SYNOPSIS: It’s hard enough watching the male that holds your heart pine for another woman, one that is the definition of beauty and grace, but to watch him fall for another yet again after you feel the mating bond snap into place is its own hell. A hell that makes you dangerously ill.

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: you get ready to go out with Azriel after his check in with the Illyrian camps, but things don’t go as planned.

WARNINGS: 18+, angst, swearing. a relatively tame first chapter

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

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a.n. if i get anything wrong i’m blaming it on my shit memory and the fact that i haven’t finished acowar and haven’t read acofas and acosf. really just going off what i remember and what i’ve read in other fics. enjoy!

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Loving Flames | Part One

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Summary: Amarantha decided to 'gift' you to Eris Vanserra to get back at Rhys. Requested by anon here.

Warnings: 18+ only, canon level violence, alludes to SA, the word whore shows up a few times, (again not proofread), let me know if anything was forgotten...

Word Count: 4.6k

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

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Eris met you when you were 35, years after the war. It was at a High Lords meeting, with your father bringing you along to introduce you to the court. It snapped for Eris in that moment.

You were wearing a spectacular navy blue and silver gown, fabric attached to your shoulders to make it look like a cape. Your wings were tucked in tight behind you to keep from bumping into anyone.

He tried to speak to you that night, tell you about the bond, but his father pulled him away quickly and he didn’t see you again.

The next time he saw you, however, you were by Rhysand’s side in all black, mourning the loss of your father and your mother. And your wings. While Tamlin’s brothers didn’t kill you, they almost did. Taking time with you is what allowed you to live, unfortunately for you.

Eris tried approaching you again, needing to say at least something to you. This time, Azriel, the ever obedient guard dog, growled and told him to leave. These ceremonies were for friends only. Which the Autumn Court was not. That night, Eris gave up on the idea that you and him could be together. He decided to leave you be, and avoid you at all cost.

But then Amarantha came sweeping in. Rhysand brought you to the ball with all of the High Lords when she took their powers. As since Rhysand’s father killed Tamlin’s, she wanted to punish him more than just taking him to bed.

“Beron, which one of these is your heir?” She asked, perched atop the throne. You were standing close to Rhys, his arm around your back. Eris, even though the bond was buried deep down, could feel the nerves radiating down that bridge. You were terrified. That she was going to hurt you. Or Rhys. And what better way than letting your enemy do it or you.

“I am,” Eris spoke before his father could utter a word. His father shot him a deadly look, but Amarantha’s smile widened.

“Good. I’m gifting her to you.” She said and smirked, nodding towards you.

Your eyes widened. Rhys looked to Eris with an even deadlier look than his father, almost saying ‘if you hurt her, you will be killed slowly and I’ll enjoy it.’ Eris stepped forward, soliciting a growl to come from deep within Rhys’s throat.

“Easy, bat, I will be gentle.” He said, unable to drop the mask. He forced his hand to remain steady as he reached it out to you.

You shrunk closer to Rhysand, listening as he leaned down and whispered something not even fae eyes could detect. You looked up to Rhys with pleading eyes.

“Hurry, now, I do not have all day.” Amarantha said, staring at her nails as if she were bored.

With a final nod from Rhysand, you shakily took Eris’s hand.

He did not pull you, instead allowing you to walk with him back to where his father and brothers stood. After that that, he let go of your hand. He promised himself he would protect you, even if you all thought he was a monster. He would never harm you, and never make you do anything you didn’t want to. Not as long as he could help it. His mate. You were under his protection now, and he would be damned if he let anyone harm you ever again.

Deciding to make you suffer even more, since you were the reason Rhysand knew about Tamlin’s brothers hurting you, Amarantha assigned you to a tiny room connected to Eris’s. It didn’t have a fireplace, and it barely fit the small bed that was in it. There was a small room filled with revealing clothing. Specially placed there so you could please Eris, according to her.

But months went by and he did not touch you. He would escort you to court dinners, offering you more food than the small portion you were allowed. You never accepted, eyes always darting for your brother to bring you some sort of comfort. But, Rhys was barely there. If he was, his eyes were cast downwards as Amarantha stroked his arm or his leg, making it clear that Rhys was her obedient dog, her whore. It made you sick to your stomach, but you knew he did it to keep your family safe. So maybe one day you could return to the sanctuary of Velaris.

You flinched slightly as Eris rested a hand on top of yours. “You need to eat, my lady,” he whispered. What seemed to be concern filled his eyes.

“So you can treat me like a pet?” You asked, swallowing your fear.

“So you can survive this.” He said. “I-“ he glanced up as Amarantha stood up to make an announcement. “I will come to your room tonight and I want you to have strength.” He said before she began to speak.

A chill ran down your spine at the thought of what you imagined on your head. You looked down to your plate, taking a small bite of the food. You were no good if you starved yourself. And if you didn’t please Eris like he wanted to, either he or Amarantha would punish you. Probably in front of your brother. Or make him do it.

Eris hummed in agreement to your action, before his attention looked towards Amarantha.

That night, you were shivering in your bedroom. The light set of pajamas doing nothing to keep you warm in the cool room, surrounded by nothing but stone. You perked your head up when the door connecting to Eris’s room opened. He normally used the main one connected to the hall, but tonight he must have wanted to be discrete. Bile rose on your throat in anticipation of what was about to happen, tears welling in your eyes as you body shook from the cold.

“I’m taking you to see your brother.” Eris said quietly. You looked at him, sitting up even more as you curled into yourself more.

“Why?” You asked

Eris’s heart broke at the sight of you, shivering from the cold and near tears from what you imagined he would do. He could be the villain in your story as long as he could keep you safe. But he needed you sane, as well. He would not let you deteriorate under this gods-forsaken mountain.

“Did you not hear Amarantha? She is sending Rhys to do scouting for the next few months. And I’d like for you to get a proper goodbye.” Eris said. “Here,” he said, pulling out the long, wool lined robe for you. “You’ll be warmer in this.” He even warmed it up with his internal heat before he came in here.

You slowly reached out, grabbing it before wrapping it around your body. He saw as you sunk into its warmth, wish that it was him you could find such comfort in.

He held out a hand and you slowly took it. “I’ll need to act like I’m taking you somewhere else, so just stay close and don’t talk.” He whispered before wrapping an arm around your waist. While you would have normally recoiled, you could only lean further into his body heat, much warmer than any you’ve know before. You assumed it was his internal flames burning under his skin, maybe causing his temperature to be much warmer than others. It must have been a nice luxury to have. Though, you were certain he had a fireplace in his room. Not that it would be hard for him to conjure flame anyway.

Eris stole glances at you, hoping that this would make you happier. You hadn’t seen Rhys, at least not at a distance where you could embrace or talk, for at least a year. But Eris knew Rhys would take your unwillingness to eat as Eris forbidding it, or some other malicious thing. Your eyes were sunken, each piece of clothing hung from your body looser as the days passed. You looked tired, exhausted, as if someone was draining the life force from you. No matter how many times Eris had asked, you were never allowed outside with him. Not even on one of the upper balconies. Your punishment for being alive while her friend was dead. It seemed Amarantha wanted to punish you more than Rhys. And Eris was just glad he could be there to protect you from most of her wrath, claiming that his gift shouldn’t be harmed. The things she threatened to do… Eris hoped she wouldn’t figure out you were his mate. Because if she did… even if her and Beron were allies, Eris didn’t think she would spare you much longer.

Eris knocked on a door, one of the shadow wraiths opening it. Your lips turned into a gentle smile as you greeted Nuala, happy to see a familiar face.

At the site of you, Nuala stepped aside. Rhys had bruises all around his neck, where he was staring at them in the mirror. You swallowed and looked up at Eris.

“Five minutes.” He said and stepped back, nodding at you to go in. You tentatively took a step inside, and once you were over the threshold, Nuala shut the door. Rhys turned, his eyes widening as he finally took account of who was in the room.

“(Y/N),” he breathed out rushing over to you. He looked you over, frowning at how poorly you looked. He cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes. Searching for the carefree little sister he knew. “Are you okay? How did you get here?” He asked.

Rhys must have put a shield around the room before Nuala opened the door, if he did not know Eris brought you here.

“I’m fine… I wanted to say goodbye. You are leaving for the outside soon.” You said, your voice quiet and weak. If Amarantha was trying to torture Rhys, she was doing a good job at it.

“Has he hurt you?” He asked.

You shook your head, wanting to say how well Eris was treating you. But the look on Rhys’s eyes told you he wouldn’t believe you. Maybe you needed to make more of an effort to be involved in this ridiculous, cruel court. But would that make you any better than Beron? Would it help you? Would it help your brother?

Rhys pulled you in for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his chest, burying your head in it. “Please come back.” You whispered, holding him tighter.

“I will never leave you here.” He whispered, rubbing your back. “And I will do everything I can to get you away from him.” He said as he pulled away.

“Did Amarantha do this?” You asked as you traced the small circular bruises on his neck.

“She likes to mark her whores.”

You frowned, looking up at the cold look in his eyes. “I’m proud of you.” You whispered. “I want you to know that… you are doing what is right for our family. And I’m so proud that I can call you my brother.”

You could see the words didn’t hit like you wanted them to… and your heart sank at the thought of Rhys not thinking he was doing enough. Or that he wasn’t good enough. “I will see you soon, (Y/N).” He said, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

You glanced at the time on the clock, then noticed Rhys had a balcony to go outside. “Fly for me, brother.” You whispered before stepping back. “I will see you soon.” You said before turning around and walking out of the room. You gave Nuala another smile before finding Eris with his back against the opposite hallway wall.

You walked up to him and took a quiet, internal breath. “I’d like new clothes.” You said to him.

His rose his eyebrows, shocked at your sudden urge to talk to him. “Excuse me?” It came out more rude than he meant it, but didn’t let that show.

“I-“ you started and then took a visible deep breath. “If I am to be your gift, I want to be presentable. I would like new clothes.” You said. You had no intention of doing anything for Eris, and the more you could avoid him, the better. But if Amarantha thought Eris favored you, maybe she would let you out. Maybe you could fool her into thinking you were enjoying it. And maybe that would be enough for her to let you leave your room by yourself.

“Okay.” Eris said.

It was your turn to be shocked. You thought you would need to convince him a lot more than that.

“Give me a list of clothes you’d like, and I’ll see what I can do.” He answered, then held out his arm. “Now come, you must be tired.” He said.

You tentatively took his arm, still slightly shocked that he didn’t dismiss you. This male that you knew to be cruel and abusive was nothing but kind, gentle, and patient with you. You started to piece together the times you interacted with him, and couldn’t think of a single time were he was mean. Maybe distant, cold, but plenty of faeries were like that. Your brother was like that a lot of the times. It was a mask to keep him safe. Maybe Eris was the same. Maybe you could trust him.

You faltered as he did not stop at your door, but kept walking a few more steps to his. You looked up at him and watched as he opened the door and lead you inside. Maybe you didn’t escape what you dreaded earlier today.

“It’s warmer in here. If you’d like, you can sleep in here. I can take your room.” He said.

You frowned. “What?”

“Every time I see you, you are freezing. And it’s because Amarantha put you in a room that is meant to be a cooler. Why it’s attached to a bedroom, I don’t know. But I don’t think it’s the proper place for the Princess of the Night Court to sleep.”

“But… won’t you get cold?” You asked, glancing to the door that connected the rooms.

“I run hot.” He said, a slight smirk coming to his lips.

“Why are you being nice to me?” You asked.

“Maybe it will be beneficial to me later on.” He said and shrugged. “But I cannot bring myself to harm you.” He said. “In anyway.”

And he showed it. From then on, you stayed in his room. Soon enough, you offered him to come to your room too. Even with the fire, you were still cold. You supposed it was the lack of food, of sunlight, of fresh air. It was not good for your body. So, you asked him to join you in the bed. Just to sleep. And he obliged, staying on his side of the bed. Until one night, where you were particularly cold after a ‘winter’ ball was thrown.

You turned over to Eris, who seemed to be asleep. You were in an oversized sweater and some loose pants. Courtesy of your wardrobe he provided for you. “Eris?” You whispered.

His head turned towards you as he opened one eye, a small smile coming to his lips.

He would act like this whenever you were alone. When no one could see you, he would show you a soft side. A side that had you wondering where all the cruel things said about him came from. This couldn’t be the same male that left your cousin for dead in the Autumn forest. He was so different than how Mor described him. If he was helping you, why wouldn’t he help her?

“Yes, princess?” He asked.

You weren’t even technically a princess, but he insisted on using the nickname. You were surprised it didn’t bother you.

“Can you… make the fire warmer? I’m cold.” You said quietly.

His eyes flickered to the burning hearth before looking back at you. “Can I try something before?” He asked.

You searched his eyes and, as usual, found no malice. Maybe a hint of mischief, if you detected it correctly. You gave him a nod, narrowing his eyes as he asked for you to turn on your side. Your back facing him.

“Do you trust me?” He asked when he noticed your hesitance. You paused at the question. You’ve been asking yourself the same thing for months. Almost a year now. Could you trust Eris? “Remember what I said? I won’t hurt you.” He said.

You slowly took a deep breath, turning your body so your back was facing him. You tensed up when you felt him shift on the bed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling her closer to his warm body. “What- what are you doing?” You asked.

“I’m going to make you warm.” He whispered in l your ear, the breath sending a shiver down your spine. In the best way.

Suddenly, you felt his hand settling on your bicep, and your arm instantly warmed up. You relaxed into the warm, smiling to yourself.

“Is this better?” He asked, rubbing your arm up and done as he held you close.

“Much.” You answered, even leaning into his chest more.

Eris became your anchor Under the Mountain after that. You often found yourself clutching his bicep, not wanting to be far from him. He stayed true to his word. He would not hurt you. And, apparently, he wouldn’t let anyone else hurt you either. One day, you were in the throne room as the court reveled, sitting on a loveseat while you waited for Eris to bring you something to drink. One particularly drunk made stumbled his way to sit next to you and got too close for your liking. Right as he was about to wrap an arm around you, Eris hauled him out of the seat. He pushed him back and said something with a growl you couldn’t hear, and then the male was running out of the room. Not many males approached you after that.

Maybe it was because your brother was gone for so long, or maybe it was because Eris was genuine to you. Even when you were out of the room, when he wore that cool uninterested mask, he was gentle with you. His touch was never too tight or too harsh. Was never too high or too low. He made you comfortable. You were starting to like him. As a friend, at least.

For the next 40 years, you were always around him. Even when Amarantha gave you more freedom, you wanted to be near Eris. Rhys started to notice, but didn't say anything as it was only apparent for your affection to his enemy before Summer, Winter, and Day rebelled. And then Amarantha's reign became increasingly strict. With only High Lord dead, and a new one taking his place, there was more tension than ever. Especially because anyone who was caught doing anything suspicious was whipped or tortured in front of the court. Sometimes, your brother would be the one to hold their minds and do it.

However, after finding out that Autumn and Night had nothing to do with the rebellion, she decided to be nice one day and allow you to the upper levels. She gave you in particular one rule, do not go outside. You couldn't help but watch as your brother went out on one balcony. And on the other, Beron and his sons were laughing. Actually laughing. It was only one month when the High Lord of Summer was killed and a bunch of Winter children were closed. Children. And Amarantha was celebrating you all.

Eris, however, was sat across from you on the couch. He noticed the way you longed to go outside, realizing while he was allowed out to visit his court with his father, you were stuck Under the Mountain. You hadn't been outside in more than 40 years.

"You should go, celebrate." You muttered, motioning to his family. "You may not be able to leave for along time." You said, frowning as you looked to your hands.

"I'm just fine in here." Eris said, resisting the urge to lean over and grab your hand. While you never crossed a line of being intimate, or anywhere near it, you had become friendly with Eris. You were more than glad to curl into his side at night, hold his hand at the dining table, or grab his arm while you walked around the passageways.

Before you could suggest it again, one of Eris's brothers peeked his head into the room. "Eris, bring your whore in here." He said.

You internally winced at the term, and Eris glared at his brother. While many people had called you the same, Eris normally corrected them. Especially his brothers.

"She isn't my whore." He growled out. "And if you call her that one more time, Sol, and I will rip your throat out." He said. "Besides, you know she can't go outside."

"Ah, Amarantha will never know." Sol said and smirked. "We'll distract the bat, you take her out there for some alone time." He said, making his way over to the balcony where Rhys was standing. As Sol pulled him inside, you could visibly see and hear Rhys's growl. He didn't want to be here, but if he could watch you amongst the Vanserras, he would.

"Sol-" Eris called out but groaned when him and one of the other brothers pushed Rhys out to talk to Beron and the Lady of Autumn. About what, you didn't really care. You stayed in your seat, taking a deep breath.

"I could at least open the door." He said and stood up, going over to the free balcony and opening the door to let in the breeze. You stood up, standing in front of the threshold. You closed your eyes as you felt the wind on your face, even if it was light.

The smile that came to your lips took Eris's breath away. Even in this terrible place, you could still find small bits of joy.

You looked down at the gap between you and the rest of the world, Eris standing on the other side. "Thank you." You said quietly to him, holding out your hand for him to take. He squeezed your hand, fighting the urge to pull you over the threshold and into his chest. He could image your giggle and scolding before you stepped back into the room. But before he could answer you, Amarantha burst through the doors with two of her sentries.

"Seems like the little princess can't follow the rules... Ah, Eris, are you trying to disobey my command?" She asked.

Your eyes widened and you immediately dropped Eris's hand. "I didn't go outside." You said quickly.

"No, but you were about to. And Eris was going to help you." She said. Rhys and the others came in.

"Now that I ponder it, I do remember hearing about the two of you sneaking around the passage ways months ago. That wasn't to spy, was it?" She asked. "Acting as lust-crazed fools?"

You never once showed any interest in Eris like that, and yet everyone just assumed the two of you were sleeping together. Or more like Eris was fucking you as he pleased.

"Nothing to say? Too bad." She said and nodded towards the sentries, one of them grabbing you and the other grabbing Eris. Rhys lunged forward to try and protect you, but Eris's brother's grabbed him.

"Relax, bastard, no one's going to hurt the princess." Sol teased.

"What is the meaning of this, my queen?" Beron asked, the ever-loving servant. His wife next to him looked completely uninterested other than a hint of worry for her son.

"We will make sure Eris and the princess never sneak around again." She said, giving a small wave before walking out of the room.

Before you knew it, you were standing in the throne room with Eris on his knees. One of Amarantha's sentries had a whip in his hands. "This is what you get for disobeying my command. And you get to watch princess, for luring him like you did the former High Lord of Spring." She said.

You looked at Eris, then at Rhys, pleading him with your eyes to do something, anything to stop this from happening. Rhys just tilted his head and stood beside Amarantha. Of course he thought Eris tried to pull you out and he would gladly see Eris punished over you.

The sound of the whip rang out, skin ripping underneath it. Beron and his other sons stood, stoically watching the punishment.

"How many month ago was it? 5? You've been sneaking around 5 months?" She asked. You weren't even sneaking around, you were simply walking. "5 more." She said and you struggled against the sentries holding you back. "Oh and another 5 for all those months lying to me." She said.

More sounds of the whip. More skin ripping. You watched as Eris clenched his teeth, never yielding a yell or scream. Like he had endured this before. You, on the other hand, were silently crying. You desperately tried to hold back your tears, but you couldn't.

After the final sound of the whip crack rang out, Eris sagged to the floor. "And 10 more, because I don't like hurting my friends." She said.

"Stop!" You screamed, an instinctual tug at your gut telling you he would bleed out if he received any more. "I'll do anything, stop this. Eris didn't do anything wrong." You begged, the sentries yanking you back as your legs almost gave out from under you.

Rhys shot you a look that essentially told you to shut your mouth, but you didn't see it. You were staring into Amarantha's cold eyes.

"Anything?" She asked. When you let out a whimper and nodded, a side smirk came to her red lips. "What about agreeing to be locked in sweet Eris's room under I die?" She asked. "Seems like a fair trade, since you disobeyed my command of not going outside. And you can't roam the halls with him either."

You let out a gulp, hearing a small whisper from Eris telling you not to do it. "So long as you, or anyone of your behalf, hurts him again. I will stay in his room." You said.

"Unless I command you out to court, you will stay in his room. And I, nor anyone on my behalf, will not hurt him. Until I die." She said.

You stood up straighter, feeling Rhys's eyes on you. "We have a bargain." You said.

"That we do." She said as you used your magic to imprint a tattoo on your back, right where Eris's scars would be. In doing so, you did the same for Amarantha, who only smirked more. "Take him to a healer. And take her to the room." She said. You stumbled as they pushed you towards the giant doors. You watched as Eris's sagging body was hauled up by his brothers, nearly sobbing at the sight of him.

As the sentries pushed you through Eris's room's door and shut it behind you, you suddenly realized what you agreed to. You were going to be trapped in this room forever. Unless she wanted to torment you more. Or she died.

What did you just do?

Part Two

A/N: This was so much longer than I expected and it's not even finished yet.. There will be at least another part! Hope you all enjoyed!

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Midnight Blades {16}

Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes) Summary: A ceremony with the witches from your mothers side threatens to take Aemond from you when a prophecy is voiced. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, exhibitionism, voyerism, blow job, cream pie, cum play, orgy, fluff WC: 3032

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“Stop it,” you mumbled, nudging Aemond’s ribs before taking back the blankets that he had stolen during the night. “I said stop.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he replied sleepily.

You settled back beneath the blankets and dragged Aemond’s arm over your waist but before you could return to sleep he poked your stomach. “You are going to be sleeping in the mucky stables if you do that again.”

“What are you talking about, woman?” he huffed as he reluctantly pushed himself up to his elbow so he could see you through blurry eyes.

“You and your bloody fingers.” You poked the hard planes of his abdomen and he jolted at the shock. “See, it’s annoying isn’t it.” You reached to prod him again but he caught your wrist and your eyes widened as you felt the poke again but both his hands were occupied. “Oh.”

“What is it?” Aemond asked sharply, concern lacing his words. “Is it the babe?”

You were still speechless but managed to nod after a moment. He threw the blankets back and pushed your legs apart, the fear in his eye fading as he saw the sheets clean. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths and you placed your hand over his heart where you had carved your initial into his skin. 

“She’s fine, better than fine,” you said soothingly before taking his hand and placing it over the unmissable swell of your pregnancy. “Feel her.”

Aemond held his breath as he felt the warmth of your skin under his palm then the small push against it. His lips parted with a sharp intake of air and he broke away from the intense stare at his hand to look at you. “She’s real.”

Your head tipped back with laughter that brought tears to your eyes but for the first time you didn’t feel guilty for them. “Of course she’s real, you fool. Did you think I was growing a melon?”

He stole your breath with a lopsided grin before shifting down the bed so he could press his lips to the stretching skin over your stomach. “I hope you don’t have your mother’s attitude, one smartass is enough.” You slapped his arm lightly, earning a deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest. “You can have her taste for blood.”

You tugged Aemond’s shoulder until he moved back to his pillow and curled into his body. “You will be a bad influence on her.”

“Me?” His eyebrow quirked as he gave you a pointed stare. “My dear wife, I take offence. I will be a great influence; I will teach her to fly, and to fight, and to gut any boy that dare to even look her way.”

“That hardly seems fair, what am I to teach her?”

He smirked as he trailed his fingertips along your spine and you knew you would not like his answer. “Princess things, like needlework and etiquette, feminine wiles - other such menial skills.”

You smiled up at him but it was not sweet and his words trailed off before you struck, your elbow shooting into his diaphragm and knocking the wind from him. He rolled to his back with a pained gasp and you rolled on top, straddling his hips as you grabbed the dagger from your pillow and pressed the tip to his belly button. “I should have gutted you.” 

“Hmmm,” Aemond mused as his hands came to rest on your hips, unaffected by the blade that could easily flay his skin. “I do so adore that dirty mouth.” 

You could feel just how much as he grew hard beneath you and you rolled your hips to feel his cock tease over your clit, but not enough for him to enter you. His fingers gripped you harder, trying to guide you back so he could bury himself inside you but you tutted at him and pleasured yourself instead. “I am going to use you until I come and your skin is soaked with my juices. I am going to ride your cock but you will not get the pleasure of feeling my cunt as it clenches tight.”

You were both panting as you rode over his shaft that pressed against his stomach, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room with your moans. You wanted to feel him inside you and from the grit of his teeth he did too, but you would not give in. 

“This is no menial skill, my love,” you stammered as your orgasm washed over you and sent tremors rocking your body. “This is true power over man.” You teased his torso with the flat edge of your blade and enjoyed the involuntary shudder and whispered in his ear, “What would you give to have your release?”

His eye fluttered and you nipped at his chin as you waited for his answer, “Whatever you want.”

“That’s what I thought.” You lifted your hips and felt his cock spring up at the freedom before you lowered yourself upon him and moaned at the fullness after your first orgasm. 

You barely had a moment for your body to stretch around his girth when he rolled, pinning you to the bed and tossing your dagger aside, embedding it into a wooden beam with a thud. His hips were bruising your thighs as he pushed your knees back but you welcomed his roughness, your own marks rising along his back by way of your nails, and he growled in your ear as his spine began to tingle and his cock swelled. 

“Touch yourself, make yourself cum all over my cock, princess.”

You trailed your fingers over your hip and between your legs, while your other hand palmed your breast and teased a nipple. His feverish pace never faltered and with each thrust the hard bone in his pelvis hit your fingers, the added pressure delighting the sensitive pearl you circled. 

“Fuck, Aemond, I’m going to come,” you moaned as a fire spread across your skin and you could barely breathe until you gasped with the sudden release the spurted from you. Your cries to the heavens and the mess dripping down Aemond’s chest tipped him over the edge. His cock pulsed against your walls, the hot seed running down your thighs as he pulled out and watched with a smirk. Unable to resist, he ran his fingers through the wetness and pushed it back into your cunt. “You realise I cannot be bred as I currently am?”

He looked up with a narrow eye before soon finding its way back to your swollen nether lips. “Shut up and let me enjoy this.”

You chuckled softly and fluffed your pillow as you guessed the sun still would not rise for some time yet. “As you please, I am returning to rest.”

You were not. 

Your prince could not help himself and desired a taste, the warmth of his mouth chasing all thoughts of sleep away before his virile nature renewed his need and his hard cock was sheathed within you once more.

Summer solstice arrived with a flourish and the city was bathed in hues of yellow and red. The children had their faces painted and strips of bright cloth were draped from windows so no matter where you looked you were reminded of the celebration. It was one of the few festivals where royals and commoners alike mingled, dining and dancing together without status. 

“Don’t look so morose,” you murmured to Aemond as you waved to a child that stared at your husband with wide eyes. “Try smile a little.”

A laugh escaped behind your hand at the poor attempt he made but the sound drew a real smile from him and the little girl relaxed, turning to tell her friends who she had spotted. You hooked your arm through his and stifled a yawn that tried to crack your jaw, silently abusing your husband in your head for keeping you up until dawn. In fact, you looked at his fresh face and clear eye and hated him a little bit more, he was hardly affected at all.

“There is a party after the feast-” you started to say before he interrupted you. 

“There is always a party.”

“This is different, you will either love it - or hate it.” He gave a droll look that promised it would be the latter and you bit your lip nervously. “It isn’t in the castle.”

His curiosity was piqued and he gestured with his hand for you to continue as you meandered through the streets. 

“It is in the High Matron’s temple, there’s a ceremony that takes place when the moon is at its peak on solstice night.”

“I must have misheard, you said party.”

“There’s music, and wine.” You pointed out. “There’s also a lot of nudity.”

“I need not see your granddam as such,” he said with a cringe, earning him a small pinch on the inside of his arm. “Would you like to see Ser Otto in all his glory?”

“No, ugh, that isn’t what happens.” You shivered at the image he had given you and you were grateful the illness of the early moon cycles of your pregnancy had passed. “The High Matron remains outside and blesses those who enter the Blood Witches temple. Since my mother is dead I am heir to the High Matron, my attendance is required.”

“What exactly are you asking of me?”

“Remember how I said our dances were scandalous to your people?” You came to a stop and cupped your hand around your mouth, tiptoeing to reach Aemond’s ear for privacy. “Even the Scythians would deem the ceremony debauchery. We dance and sing and enjoy every pleasure one can find in good company; some alone, some with their husbands and, well, some groups are so entangled you cannot tell where one body begins and the next ends.”

Aemond’s lips were dry as he straightened his back and cleared his throat. “I will not share you.” He linked your arms once more and continued walking, his eye staring far beyond the courtyard the street had emptied into. “But I will show them all who you belong to.”

Desire flooded your body and the sudden heat had nothing to do with Solaris burning above. If it were just a little closer to sun down, and the shadows longer, you would have pulled him into an alley and showed him how much the thought of fucking him in front of others thrilled you. You may have only had a drop of witch blood in you, but the dark desires of it ran thick through your veins. 

Aemond placed his hand over yours, stilling the wavering fingers as he growled, “If you don’t stop trembling with anticipation we will not make it to the markets.”

“I believe I have enough finery, and I could not in good conscience inspect the wares with my mind entirely consumed with you,” you said as you guided him around with a smirk and faced back to the castle. “Unless there was something you wanted?”

Aemond gave you his answer in the form of a fast pace back the way you had come, but whether he was rushing to get back to your room or rushing to get away from the tediousness of shopping the marketplace - he wouldn’t say. 

The music was unlike anything Aemond had heard before, the lute being played in a way that produced a slow, sensual melody that your hips swayed to. Small candles burned beneath bowls of oil and scented the air with sweet and spicy cardamom while larger candles lined a stone shelf that circled the entire room with an ambient light. 

Some of the witches were already in a heady state with their lovers, so engrossed with their pleasure they did not notice that a prince of Westeros walked bare among them. Others stared longingly at him. Your chest flared with something you had not felt at this annual gathering, possessiveness. 

You bared your teeth at the women who would happily entertain your husband and take a bite out of him but they averted their eyes when they saw who he belonged to and that you also had no interest in sharing. You placed a hand to his chest and felt the rumbling of a quiet laugh beneath your palm and you looked up to see he found the entire interaction amusing, and his enjoyment showed.

If he had any reservations about what was to come, he hid it well. Though his training didn’t allow him to be entirely comfortable when he was in a room full of strangers, the fact that there were no weapons and nowhere to hide them eased some of the tension from him. 

You danced around him, teasing him with the press of your breasts to his chest and the roam of your hands down his body, unabashed at the attention on the two of you. Turning you in his arms, he snaked his arms around you - one to the hollow of your throat, the other to the juncture of your thighs.

Your head fell back against his shoulder as he rolled his hips to the music and spoke for only you to hear, “You enjoy the attention, don’t you? Bet you are so fucking wet.”

His fingers dipped further between your legs and you widened your stance so he could discover the truth for himself, a deep groan confirming he found you dripping. He brought his fingers up to your lips and you parted them for him, cleaning your arousal from his fingers before nipping the tip and revelling in the sharp intake of breath and the twitch of his cock digging into your lower back. 

“On your knees.”

He released you from the hold and you eagerly dropped to your knees on one of the many cushions that were scattered around the room. Your mouth watered at the sight of him towering over you, his pale skin taut over the muscles that had been honed by the many hours of training with Ser Criston. He was dominating in every sense of the word, especially when it came to sex.

Couplings paused as they watched him grip your head, tilting it back until your mouth was wide and your throat open for him to plunge his cock into. His own head was thrown back in ecstacy and the moonlight from the open ceiling above illuminated his hair, making him look ethereal. The vision of him blurred as tears welled in your eyes and your lungs began to burn before he pulled back to let you gasp for air as saliva ran down your chin. 

The moment that had captured the revellers passed but the sexually charged atmosphere exploded and all thoughts of dance were forgotten as the cushions and tables were draped with bodies writhing together in search of release. 

Spying a carved stone chair at the edge of the temple, Aemond pulled you to your unsteady feet and stepped deftly around the others in various positions, some that he cocked an eyebrow at before smirking at you. “Hadn’t thought of that.”

You looked at the simple entanglement and bit your lip at how the couple held such a private connection, it felt intrusive to witness. The man sat on a cushion as the young witch sat upon his lap, facing him with her legs wrapped around his waist. There wasn’t a lot of leverage for thrusting but the depth and angle would be enough, and it left her breasts within reach of his mouth. Yes, you decided, you would be trying that before the swell of your stomach protruded any further. 

Aemond dropped into the seat that the High Matron used when the occasion deemed the statement necessary and tutted when you made to climb his lap. “Turn around. I want you to watch them and I want them to see your face when you are in the throes of release.”

He pulled you back onto his lap, guiding your hips over his cock and sinking you down upon it before draping your legs over his. The cool night air rushed between your legs that he spread wide and you shivered at the contrast to the heat of your cunt. He filled you impossibly in this position and when he bit the tender skin above your shoulder your pussy clenched tight and you cried out his name. 

Pairs of eyes turned to you and you felt connected to them as they watched Aemond’s cock glisten with your juices with every thrust into you. Your skin felt too tight, your body too hot. Their moans echoed yours and the sounds fell into sync as you set the pace and everyone else followed. 

“They look to you as their queen, how easily they fall to your lead,” Aemond murmured in your ear. “Give them what they need.”

His hand curved over your hip and his fingertip barely grazed your clit but it was the flint that started the fire and your entire body convulsed as you came with a silent scream, your cunt milking him until he followed. Screams and moans filled the room as you collapsed against Aemond’s chest and felt the hammering of his heart into your back, but one voice rose above the others.

A usually quiet young woman named Ferra, her mother a soothsayer to the High Matron, screamed, but it was unlike the others. She clutched her chest and her eyes paled to the milky white of the moon. “The crows are restless under fire and blade, take flight or die. The war has begun.”

The haze that clouded your mind cleared as the prophetic words reached you and Aemond placed you on your feet before rising. The slick of cum ran down your thighs, quickly cooling as you looked at the unnatural stillness that took over your husband, his hand paused over the empty space where Dark Sister should have been.

“What does it mean?” you asked, hoping he did not know but fearing that the unknown could be worse.

His jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth. “I am needed at Rook’s Rest.”

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[amethyst-dow]

Make You Sing

[DRABBLE]

Genre: Smut

Loki x f!reader

Word count: 914

Loki Masterlist

Thin, hard ridges of solid oak pressed unforgivingly into your back, the heavy palace door they formed behind you shaking in its imposing frame with the force in which Loki had slammed you against it. Though with your lover locked securely between your thighs again and overwhelming your every sense, you barely noticed the dull pinch of pain. 

“Loki…,” you moaned, reveling in the feel of his hot mouth pressed against your neck and his strong hands securing your legs around his waist. Tiny little bites were peppered across your skin and, almost instinctively, your calves pressed down against his ass in a silent plea for him to move closer. He had hiked your skirts up around your waist and slotted himself so firmly against you that you could feel his hard cock straining against his leather trousers, the cool material brushing teasingly against the thin material of your underwear. 

He was as close to you as was physically possible but still it wasn’t enough. Still, you needed more. 

“Mine.” The deep, reassuring timbre of his voice rumbled in your ear, followed closely by his lips sealing across yours in a kiss so intense you feared your heart would leap from your chest. His kiss was hard and frantic and left the sweet taste of honeyed wine lingering on your tongue.

You twisted a hand into his soft curls to force him closer, longing to get drunk on the taste of him, of the feel of him. For two weeks you had been denied his attentions while he battled at some remote corner of the universe, an entire two weeks in which you believed you would go half mad with need for him. Now, with the strong, solid feel of him in your arms and the rich scent of leather and patchouli that was uniquely his, you easily let him claim you.

Reluctantly, you pulled back from his lips, delighting in the small, almost unnoticeable, growl of frustration that vibrated in his throat. “Need you…please,” you begged in a whisper, feeling a wave of arousal swirl in your core at the raw lust glittering in his green eyes. 

The grin that spread across his face was wolfish. “Is that so?” he asked, shifting his hips to brush against your aching core and pulling a sharp cry of need from your throat. “Whatever did you do these past few weeks, hmm? Did you ache for me, darling? Did you dream of how I would claim you upon my return?” He leaned in to nip playfully at your ear, all the while adjusting your legs higher around his waist. 

It was the perfect opportunity to play him at his own game, to make him burn for you as intensely as you yearned for him. His mouth was right by your ear as you whispered clearly, “I thought of you when I touched myself.” You heard the immediate hitch of his breath and felt his fingers flex around your thighs.

“You little minx,” he replied, his voice noticeably huskier. “You beautiful little devil.” His eyes returned to yours, dark, primal desire swirling clearly in emerald irises. 

You smirked at him, feeling the balance of power tumble swiftly in your favour. “Maybe you’d like to watch, my prince?” you asked coyly, your hand moving down between your legs with Loki’s eyes following its slow descent. “Watch as I touch myself to the thought of you…” Your hand drifted lightly over the thin material of your underwear, sending the barest thrill shooting through your lower stomach. “Loki…Loki…Loki.” You titled your head back against the door in feigned ecstasy, his name continuing to fall from your lips in a breathy, teasing chant while you traced little circles through the lace. 

The force of his seidr kept you pinned to the door while he snatched your hand away. With the other, he gripped your chin firmly between his fingers. “Why don’t we save your little show for later, darling?” he said, arousal dripping from his every word as he pushed his hips into you. “I’ve waited long enough to hear you scream my name as I take you.” 

With practiced ease, he freed himself, his need to have you so great that he refrained from his usual merciless teasing to slide easily inside your soaked cunt. You gave a sharp cry of pleasure at how wonderfully he filled and stretched you, a cry that reverberated loudly along the empty passageway. Quickly, you clamped your mouth closed, a small twinge of fear coursing through you at the possibility you may have alerted someone innocently passing nearby.

Loki smirked wickedly at you, a challenge alighting in his eyes. “I do hope you can be quieter than that, pet. Thor and the others are right on the other side of this door, and I have no intention of casting a silencing charm.” He rocked firmly into you, having you bite your lip to contain a strangled moan. “We wouldn’t want your husband to discover our filthy little secret, would we?” 

You dug your nails into the soft velvet of his overcoat, desperately trying to curb the flow of whimpers and moans that begged to be allowed release. Loki only thrust firmly into you again, hitting the sweet spot deep inside you and making you bury your face in his neck to muffle the groan that escaped you. 

“Admirable so far, pet,” he purred. “But I fully intend to make you sing for me.”

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[amethyst-dow]

Needs [Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE

Relationship: Avenger!Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki is truly desperate during a meeting. And it just keeps getting worse…thanks to you. (w/c 1.6k)

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Light omarashi. Light(ish) Smut. Masturbation. Language.

A/N: Thanks @lokischambermaid for the encouragement to try out some omo! I hope it lives up to your high standards.

By 7.15am, Loki really wished he’d gone to the bathroom before the meeting.

Rogers was taking his sweet time. Ensuring every name on the long list of attendees was ticked off and ratified with methodical accuracy. Making time for inane chit chat. He was intolerable. Loki grimaced as he straightened in his seat.

“Brother, are you quite well?” Thor whispered from across the long rectangular table, a subtlety which at any other time would be worthy of sarcastic commentary but not this day. Not right now.

“I’m perfectly fine.” Loki muttered under his breath, noting Roger’s stare flickering towards him disapprovingly. A minute passed, slowly.

“Laufeyson.” Steve called inanely, his gaze focused on his accursed clipboard as the god rolled his eyes.

“Here. Clearly.”

Steve ignored him, continuing down the list of names.

Loki squirmed; trying to find a position for his hips that didn’t feel as though his aching bladder was being squeezed by the Hulk’s meaty fist. He rested his elbows on the table, lowering his torso subtly towards his thighs. No. He pressed his back against the chair, breathing deeply to extend his stomach muscles. No.

He sighed; the resulting pressure on his core making him wince. He really needed to go.

Ever since he had walked out of one of Roger’s infamous 7am meetings under the guise of a phone-call and not returned, he had been banned from unattended departures. The God of Mischief would not be treated like a child having his hand held while he relieved himself under guard. He would not give the eternally smug Rogers the satisfaction. He would not.

He closed his eyes, brow creasing in concentration as he tried to focus on the pompous words coming out of the Captain’s mouth, willing himself to be interested.

“…now that we have the formalities out the way, let’s welcome Y/N from Operations who’ll be talking us through the logistics of the Croatian H-mission…”

Loki’s eyes snapped open in alarm. Y/N? Why was she here? He really should make a point of reading those electronic letters once in a while. A sharp stab in his groin reminded him of his unfortunate situation. He groaned, loudly.

“Laufeyson?” Steve announced pointedly, his eyebrow raised in suspicion. “You got a question already?”

Loki’s eyes narrowed towards the Captain as you walked across the room from where you had been quietly concealed and stood at the head of the lengthy table. Gods above, you were beautiful.

He allowed himself to enjoy a stolen moment of voyeurism as he ran his eyes up your body. Low heels complimented your shapely calves, the defined muscles flexing through your pantyhose – or were they…suspenders? He shifted in his seat, the pang of need dampened temporarily by his keen observations.

You were wearing one of those damned pencil skirts that clung to your hips like hot wax on a fingertip. Norns how he wanted to peel it off before taking you roughly against the conference room wall.

A silk blouse clung against the curve of your breasts as you gathered your notes, the innocent movement of your graceful hands making your cleavage shift tantalisingly beneath the luxurious fabric. He could rip that thing to shreds.

“Psssssst…Loki!?”

His head whipped round to face Thor with malice, the crease of his hip causing his overfilled bladder to scream for attention.

What?” he hissed.

Thor innocently offered up a water jug, tipping the lip to pour the liquid painfully into a waiting glass below before stretching his arm across the table.

“…No!” Loki spat.

He just needed to get through your presentation. He would focus on you. On the beautiful distraction of your intelligent words. On thoughts of you enthusiastically partaking in every incredibly filthy sexual act in his repertoire. Preferably in his oafish brother’s bed.

He subtly thrust his hips involuntarily at the thought, the hot twang of desperation piercing his groin as you began to speak.

“The mission destination is Plitviče Lakes National Park – Croatia. We believe that a Hydra base has been operating underneath one of the sixteen terraced lakes there, joined by waterfalls scattered around the area. At the moment, we don’t have an exact location – so this operation is likely to involve underwater ops.”

Loki pressed his lips together in a silent moan of horror as you began clicking through a slideshow of dramatically crashing falls and underwater caves.

“…we believe the most likely site is the Veliki Slap, a 78m-high waterfall…”

“Oh come on!”

Loki’s eyes widened as he realised his desperation had caused his inner thoughts to spurt outward, feeling every pair of eyes in the room turn towards him as he shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Laufeyson?” His name on your plump lips made him want to cum in his pants where he sat.

Loki leant one elbow on the table as his jaw angled towards you, hollowing his cheekbones in concentration as he looked up in a manner he hoped was casual. Stylish. Cool. Collected. And absolutely not about to wet himself.

“I just meant…it seems unlikely” he drawled, “…all that electronic equipment behind a…in a…”

“…a waterfall?” you finished, expectantly. He clenched. The ball of tight pain clawed for release underneath his skin as you began an explanation about mission intelligence.

Loki sank back in his seat, feeling Steve’s incredulous gaze burning into him from the side as his eyes began darting around the room looking for anything to fixate on that didn’t edge him closer to soaking his trousers.

He pressed his fingertips to his brow, scribbling haphazardly on a pad of paper as he retreated to the safe haven of fantasy. Familiar thoughts of you lying wantonly on his bed with that heavenly cleavage encased in emerald lingerie, legs spread…begging for your King. Yes, this would do nicely.

Minutes ticked on before Loki realised he had another growing issue. And it was growing fast.

Loki balled a fist to his mouth as he bit down on his knuckles, feigning interest in the logistics of underwater exploratory espionage.

Your silky tones relaying the team about mission specifics had pushed his covert thoughts about ravishing you to the next level, his hardened arousal straining obviously against his trousers.

He crossed his legs without thinking, the sharp crushing in his groin hitting as his face screwed up in a silent curse. This was torture. And it was all the fault of that damnable Rogers.

His cock throbbed between his thighs, the constricted blood pumping tauntingly as it keened his bladder to relent with every beat. Desperately he pressed his forearm down against his thick girth, a small whine escaping as a whistle between his pursed lips as you thanked the team and mercifully left his line of sight.

The effort to control his aching body was too much to focus his mind, his magic useless to conceal himself. One by one, the team left the room when the meeting ended. He had made it this far, he could hold it another few minutes to maintain his modesty.

When the coast was clear, Loki sprinted without grace through the door. His long legs straightened as he propelled through the hallway, making a beeline for the bathrooms at the end of the corridor.

Skidding across the tiled floor, Loki almost crashed into the wall of the cubicle as he slammed the door behind him and fumbled messily with the fastenings of his trousers.

He grimaced with frustration realising his conflicted body wouldn't cooperate with the relief so tantalisingly within its grasp. His selfish cock strained with lust; unwilling to yeild to his more immediate needs.

He groaned in desperation, slamming a palm forcefully to the wall as he considered his limited options.

Loki leant back against the side of the cubicle, closing his eyes as he pictured your curved ass in that tempting pencil skirt. Could you wear panties underneath something that tight? He thought not.

Fingers gripped firmly around his exposed length, rubbing his foreskin over the tip leaking pre-cum as he braced himself against the sharp pain in his bladder beneath his core.

He exhaled deeply as his hand began moving with force along his length, squeezing relentlessly as he mercilessly chased his release.

His needy pants rang around the tiled walls, low moans escaping through gritted teeth as he pictured his lips toying with your nipples through that silk shirt, his tongue seeking them out as you let him worship you. Would you let him shoot his hot, sticky load over your perfect tits? Of course you would-

“Oh godddddds….fuckkk…yesss…”

His seed spilled quickly over his waiting hand, understanding the urgency as a thin stream of clear urine followed from his softening cock. He moaned loudly as the staggered stream left his tip, hitting the back of the bowl with ringing force.

Loki sighed with relief. The sharp discomfort faded as he braced one hand on the wall above him, resting his damp forehead on his bicep as he emptied at a steady pace under heavy breaths. It was over.

Finally satisfied, he opened the cubicle door– freezing in place as he saw you standing by the sink, casually drying your hands with a paper towel.

Your amused gaze raised to meet his in the mirror, running your eyes down the reflection of the bedraggled god who looked like he needed to go back to bed.

“You know this is the women’s bathroom, right?”

“I…I - what you heard I…” Loki stammered, his legendary silver tongue well and truly absent without official leave.

You turned to face him, wetting your lips as a coy smile flickered across your features.

“Don’t worry Laufeyson, your secret is safe with me” you winked, “...everyone has needs.”

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[amethyst-dow]

I might write some filthy stuff, but it would take some serious coaxing to get me to talk about it to their faces 🫠 I can’t even decide what my favorite fic is, so we’d just have to go through them one by one so I could figure it out

Hi hun, can you do one one shot where reader writes erotic stories (no a fanfiction really) an Loki finds it (like she publish them on her blog). He doesn't say anything, but keep reading it, (he is in love with her) and one night he get so frustrated and have to go to her room, she has no idea, he trapped her between the door and him, and is all sexy (you know, sensual deep voice), and if you feel comfortable can be smut ♡

Narratives

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A/N: I really REALLY liked writing this one 😈. Thank you to the Nonny who requested it. I'm sorry this took a while to finish. I promise to get to all my requests soon.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Dom!Loki, praise kink.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The sound of your dulcet giggles carried itself across the room to where Loki was sitting. You and Natasha were sitting down, sharing a screen, and reading something entertaining.

You covered your mouth in a gasp as she giggled in her seat. “Natasha Romanoff, you naughty girl!” you exclaimed.

“Me?! Didn’t you just read that last paragraph, Mommy?” She fired back. The dark hue of your blush almost turned purple. “I can’t believe people are writing this about us?”

“What are you two going on about?” Loki asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He strode over the short distance to where you two sat.

“Nothing!” you said as you stashed your tablet behind you, having been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Loki waved his fingers and your tablet appeared in his hands. “Hey!” You stood up to grab it back, but Loki was already reading the explicit contraband. He held his hand out to your forehead, holding you back. Your arms flailing around trying your hardest against the god’s strength.

Loki only read a few lines before he realized what the two of you were reading. Natasha only laughed as she registered his expression. His eyes grew round and wide. His mouth opened to shock and awe.

He could only handle so much before he sat down on the sofa, right where you had been sitting. Loki held the tablet and scanned the filthy words on the screen. His eyes darted back and forth to you quickly – standing in front of him, fidgeting.

“What exactly am I reading?” Loki asked aloud.

“It’s fanfiction,” Nat said.

“Fan…fic…tion.” Loki annunciated each syllable to drive the point.

“Yes. Our fans have written little narratives of us in their heads and are sharing it with other fans.” Nat continued.

“And this -” Loki pointed to the words on your tablet. “Is the narrative that goes on in their heads?”

“Some are cute! There are romantic ones in there.” You corrected, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh! So you’ve read some of these, have you?” Loki teased. “So what’s this business about calling you, mommy?” He asked deviously as he leaned back into a comfortable position. You blushed darker. Nat just laughed at the situation.

You shuddered, hiding your face in your hands, “I am not explaining kinks to you, Loki. So help me God.”

“I’m right here, love, and I don’t think I’ll need help there.” He trailed off, still reading.

“Come on babes. You have to find it endearing somewhat?” Nat said to you.

“Oh, I totally do! It’s just…” You looked straight at Loki who was busy reading the story in his hand to notice your stare. “…nothing. Never mind.” You ended.

Later that night, Loki ended up finding the website you were on and started reading on his own. There were all manners of stories, from all different types of entertainment.

He centered on the stories around the team. There were scenarios for everybody. Even some for that android that the witch is betrothed to. I wonder if the rest of the team knows that these exist?

Loki narrowed his search. He found some dedicated blogs that wrote about you unreservedly. Some were romantic and light, as you said. Others were darker and wicked. Lewd images popped in his head as he continued reading scenarios involving you.

His hand involuntarily roamed in between his legs. Relieving himself to thoughts of you, written by strangers.

He was addicted.

Addicted to thoughts of you. To reading about you and the debased words written on the screen. He would visit the website almost every night. He would feel a sort of closeness to you that he savored. His imagination only fueled the interactions you had with each other during the day.

Loki came upon you cooking in the kitchen one time. Your headphones were on, dancing to the melody in your ears. He lingered for a while, watching you sway your hips, extending your chest out to a private show only Loki could see.

He pictured some of the more explicit stories he’s read, just by watching you dancing. He couldn’t wait till tonight to see what new stories he’d be able to read.

You turned around, surprised to find him watching you. You jumped slightly, then took your headphones off. “Loki, you scared me. How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” He said with a smirk.

“Lunch will be ready soon.”

“I can’t wait. Thank you.”

The next night, a new story popped up on his feed. It was from an author he’d never read before. What caught his attention most was that it was about him.

Loki didn’t search for stories about him. He didn’t realize there would be any interest. He was curious about what a fanfiction story regarding himself would be like.

As he read through it, the situation started to become familiar. The reader was an Avenger working in the tower where most of the team resided.  They were in the kitchen making dinner, and Loki happened upon them dancing to the music playing in the background. It was almost similar to what happened yesterday, with you.

~ Loki caged you in between his arms and the counter. You could feel his hard length press behind you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“Loki! You scared me. How long…” your words were interrupted by the feel of his soft lips on your collar as he pulled your shirt down. His nose ran up the length of your neck, stealing your words, muddling your thoughts.

“Long enough for you?” he asked as you felt the rigidity of his aching cock. His hands roaming your body, pulling you flushed against him. “I can’t wait any longer…” ~

Loki didn’t know how to feel. Confused? Flattered?

Yes. Definitely flattered.

It was pleasing to think that someone out there liked him enough to write about him. That they liked him enough to write something so uninhibited; made it feel mischievous – taboo.

Reading the story again, he supposed it’s a very general occurrence. To come up on someone dancing in the kitchen. Then subsequently wanting to fuck them to Valhalla. Norns, he wanted to do that with you the other day too. He continued the rest of the story, impressed by the imagery and detail. But not thinking too much about it. So, he bookmarked the author as a favorite.

Days later, another instance of bizarre déjà vu occurred when Loki sat down on his bed and read a different story from the same author.

~ He looked tired and beat. His arms spread out on either side of him wanting to relax. You looked around to see that you were both alone in the jet.

You strode in between his legs and knelt down as your hands trailed down his strong chest towards his muscular thighs. His head straightened up as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just relax. Let me take care of you,” you whispered as you slowly untied his leather trousers, pulling his pants further down to give you access to his growing cock.

“Darling, we could get caught.” He said trying to stop you.

“That’s half the fun.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. You answered by giving him a strong lick at the tip of his cock. You could taste his sweet early offerings and it made him shudder in anticipation.

He grabbed your hair with one hand and pumped his dick with the other. “Open.” He commanded. And you complied.

You looked up into his darkened eyes and stuck your tongue out as an invitation. He sank his red-hot cock inside your mouth. Inch by aching inch.

He was growing impatient inside your tight lips. He grabbed you on either side of your head and bucked into you fully. His forceful attack made you gag. The sound turned him on even more as he continued to fuck your mouth senselessly. ~

Loki couldn’t believe what he was reading. His breathing got heavier and tighter. Wasn’t it just the other day that you both came back from a mission? He remembered sitting in one of the seats, taking a break from helping unload the cargo off the plane. His arms rested open on either side of him as his head leaned back onto the wall of the jet, hoping to get a little respite. Just like in the story. Then you came up to him and asked if he was ok.

“Go, Loki. I can handle the rest.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Ya. You look really tired. Just relax.”

“Thank you, my dear. I owe you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You smirked as Loki got up to leave.

He remembered seeing something darken in your eyes. But he dismissed it, thinking he was just tired.

“No! It couldn’t be.” Loki said aloud.  “Could it?” There was such detail in the story. The description of the jet. His sitting position on the seats. The account of his pants being tied on and not buttoned. How could anyone know that, unless…

Loki clicked on the author’s page.  The first post to come up was a list of all their works. Loki only recognized the recent two, but apparently, they’ve been writing for a lot longer and for a lot more people than him.

There were stories about the Captain. Some were about Sgt. Barnes. There was even one about Agent Romanoff. The more recent ones were about him, however. He felt unprompted pride over that fact.

As he read through most of them, Loki noticed minute details in their portrayals. Specifics that no one should know unless they lived at The Tower. He decided to test this theory out.

It took a while, but he found you down at the boxing ring in the gym training. Perfect.

“Hello, darling,” Loki said coming up to you.

“Oh. Hey, Loki,” you responded.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” You accepted. Loki went to put on some punching mitts and got into the ring with you. You circled each other once. With precision and speed, you aimed for his temple, but Loki was quicker and had the mitt by his head to fend off your attack.

“You know, I’ve been reading that website. Ever since you presented it to me.” Loki started.

“I didn’t present anything to you. You took my tablet, remember?” You jabbed again, this time straight for his nose. He swatted away your assault and continued.

“I found some very concerning stories on there. By some mysterious writers.”

“I’m not surprised you found something you didn’t like. Do you not read the tags or the warnings?”

“Who said I didn’t like them? They were intriguing and playful. Some were just downright wicked.” Loki’s smile grew. “I quite like this one author I discovered, who writes about me.” Loki quickly tapped your head with his mitt. You gave him a surprised look and narrowed your eyes.

“Looking up stories about yourself? You’re so vain.” You teased.

“Oh, I didn’t look this up, my dear. It just showed up on my homepage. And imagine to my surprise when it was written about me. Naturally, I was curious. So, I read it. The detail and the imagery were very well put together.” He followed you with his eyes. He noted your quickened heartbeat, your flushed cheeks, and your uneven breathing.

“So what do you go there for if not to read about yourself?” you asked trying to distract him. You launched into a front jab.

“I was reading stories about you,” he confessed. His words rang in your head causing you to misstep. It registered too late and your frontal attack wavered at his declaration making you miss your target and stumble.

Loki caught you before you hit the mat. “Darling are you alright?” he turned you over to face him. His arms wrapped around your body securely. “Or maybe I should call you anonymousavenger48? I mean that is your name on the website, is it not?” His voice was low and deep. It tickled in your ear making you shiver and close your eyes.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said flustered. His face was mere inches from yours. You could see his eyes dancing with mischief.

“That’s too bad. I guess I was wrong in my assumption.”

“You were reading stories about me?”

“Yes. I especially like the ones where they imagine us together. Such depravity.” Loki whispered. His breath fanned your face. You could almost feel his lips touch yours. “I have imagined us countless times using those stories.” His grip on you got tighter. His voice got deeper.

“You have?” you said barely audible.

“Mhmm.” Then Loki stood and righted you up. “Oh, well. I mean, I told myself that there was no way you would ever feel that way about me. And I guess I was right. But you know I had to see. I had to try.” Loki gave you a pat on the arm and strode out of the ring. “Thank you for the spar, darling.” He yelled out.

He left you wet and thirsty in the middle of the ring. You took off your gloves and threw them onto the mat, anger and spite rising within you. “So that’s how you want to fight? Then let’s fight.” You whispered to yourself.

Loki had to get out of there quickly. It took all his strength to not ravage you there on the floor and reenact some of the more decadent stories that plagued his mind. Your innocent eyes looking up at him. Your dark cherry lips inviting him closer. Gahh, I need to remedy this, quickly, he thought as he sought the privacy of his chambers.

The next couple of nights were some of the most excruciating and lust-filled nights either of you ever had. Your little bout in the gym had fueled countless stories for you to write about.

Endless notifications from your followers thanking you or sincerely wondering if you’re getting enough sleep from all the stories you seem to be writing and putting out.

In truth, you had a bunch of works cached on your laptop. You wrote whenever you had the time or were inspired to and just kept them stored in hopes to release them sporadically every few days.

But when Loki played you, you felt an undeniable urge to make him pay. Make him crave after you as desperately as he had left you. You thought of the sexiest most deprived things you’d ever wanted him to do to you and just typed it out on the screen.

If he was reading this, then let him squirm a little bit. Let him stew in that lust-filled haze and then you’d innocently come up to him and flirt to high-heavens thinking he wouldn’t do anything about it.

That was your first mistake. Thinking that you could go head-to-head with the god of mischief. Days and nights happen and not a single word from him. Not a whimper, a nod. Not even a secret glance was thrown your way. You were on the verge of giving up. You were only making yourself more desperate. Your promiscuous attempts at flirtation were only met with excuses and hasty retreats back into his own private quarters.

The second mistake was thinking he wouldn’t retaliate and do anything about it. The moment you had given up, the moment you thought it was safe, he attacked you with full force.

You were typing a field report on your laptop in the conference room. You didn’t notice him marching outside the glass windows of the room. Only when he slammed the door closed did you look up from your screen.

“Writing another one of your stories to torture me with?” Loki said pointing to you. You narrowed your eyes at him and were confused. The field report was hardly anything to be angry about…OH SHIT! Your eyes widened in alarm. “I know you’re the one writing those fictitious stories pet. Don’t deny it this time.”

“Okay then. I won’t” You said smugly. You stood up, leaning over the desk, resting your hands on the cool wood, challenging him. He turned on the switch for the electronic smart glass, making the glass panes of the conference room opaque and cloudy.

Loki circled you. One by one the window panes turned murky, following his footsteps. Each turn, each step, heightened the growing fear and excitement inside you.

You unconsciously backed yourself towards the exit, reaching for the knob. But Loki got to you quicker. He reached behind you and turned the lock, inexplicably trapping you inside with him.

“So you confess? That it was you who wrote those deviant words I’ve been reading every night?”

“Every night?” You whispered in shock. Loki had trapped you between him and the door. The coolness of the glass seeps through the fabric of your shirt. His knee separated your thighs as he intruded in your personal space.

“Do you really think that I would let you get away with it? That I don’t know what you were up to?”

“And what is it that I’m up to?” You let out moans as he continued to rub his muscular thighs against your aching clit. You turned your head, biting your lip.

“So responsive.” He said appreciatively as he ran his nose up your neck to nibble at the shell of your ear. You let out a whimper as he smiled into you diabolically. “Last chance to stop me, kitten.”

You didn’t want him to stop. You had wanted him from the moment you laid eyes on him. It’s what prompted you to start writing your stories. To put your dirty imaginations on paper. You grabbed his hard cock through the leathers of his pants and ran your hands up and down his bulging prick as your answer. He whimpered at the contact, then growled.

He turned you around quickly. Your back to his chest, and he pushed you up against the door. “This is for me. Do you understand, darling? This will be your punishment for making me obsess over you every night.” He nipped at your ear. When you had said nothing but whimpered, he tugged your hair back lightly. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you moaned. He tugged again. “Yes, sir.” You corrected.

“Good girl.” He reached in front of you and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them down quickly, along with your panties, as he worked on untying his own trousers.

He propped your delicious ass up slightly to give him better access and was pleasantly surprised that you were already dripping and waiting for him to enter.

“You’ve been waiting for me haven’t you?”

“Yes sir”

“How badly do you want my cock inside you.”

“Desperately, sir.” You whimpered. And without warning, Loki thrust inside your tight heat, making you both moan out loud.

He started bucking into you. Not waiting for you to adjust. Each hard thrust was angry and passionate. He pushed you further against the door, your back sliding flushed against his chest, hoping that no one passed by. Even with the smart glass on, people would still be able to see the outline of your body being pounded from behind.

“Loki…” you wept. “I’m cumming.” He wrapped his hand around your mouth and stuck two of his fingers inside your lips.

“Don’t you dare!” he said panting in your ear. “This is for me, remember kitten. Be a good girl and hold it. Now, suck!” he commanded. “Keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you? All hot and pathetic for my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at his salacious words. You sucked on his two fingers and ran your tongue in between them.

Loki felt you tighten around him. He rutted into you quickly and severely. He couldn’t help it anymore.

He lost all control when he saw you on your laptop here in the conference room. You were typing away, no doubt, imagining more lewd thoughts about how he would take you. 

He had to have you. He needed to feel you around his cock. Wrapping him, squeezing him, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Oh, fuck! Kitten, you feel so good.” He looked down and watched as his thick cock re-entered your glistening folds. “Unh…”

“Loki, please.” You begged around his fingers.

“No!” he said forcefully. “Be a good girl now and I promise I’ll make you scream my name over and over again tonight,” he vowed. You continued to suck on his fingers, trying to distract yourself from the growing sensation on your clenched pussy.

He moaned in your ear. He grunted and praised. The echo of his undoing rang in your ears. And you swore you would never forget the sound. The sound of him finding his release inside you. His pleasure.

When he grew still, he took his fingers out of your mouth, and you sucked on them slowly, biting the pads as they passed your teeth.

He dismounted you quickly, placing his forehead on the crook of your shoulder. “You’re amazing, darling. Thank you.” He said as he kissed your neck. You tried rubbing your legs together, creating friction in between your thighs.

Loki spanked you, a sharp slap that reverberated across the room. He bent down to pick up your panties and jeans then placed them up over your now-red ass. “Good girls do as they’re told. Don’t come until I tell you to.” He reached around to your front and buttoned you up securely in your jeans.

“Yes, sir.” You said meekly, out of breath, as you watched him stuff himself back inside his trousers.

He unlocked the door and opened it. Before he left, he gave you a devastating kiss on your lips. “Tonight, after our private dinner, I was thinking we could reenact one of my favorite stories of yours. Would you like that kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said placing a stray hair of yours behind your ear. Then he left, switching the smart glass off. You felt exposed as the windows cleared up giving you a full view of the common room outside.

You took deep, slow breaths as you tried to center yourself and process what just happened. You quickly went to your laptop, shutting down the field report to start writing a new story.

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Reblogging on my main too because hot damn 🥵🔥If any characters I’ve written stuff for on my writing blog were to read my work, I’d be done for 😭

Hi hun, can you do one one shot where reader writes erotic stories (no a fanfiction really) an Loki finds it (like she publish them on her blog). He doesn't say anything, but keep reading it, (he is in love with her) and one night he get so frustrated and have to go to her room, she has no idea, he trapped her between the door and him, and is all sexy (you know, sensual deep voice), and if you feel comfortable can be smut ♡

Narratives

One-Shot Masterlist

A/N: I really REALLY liked writing this one 😈. Thank you to the Nonny who requested it. I'm sorry this took a while to finish. I promise to get to all my requests soon.

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Dom!Loki, praise kink.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The sound of your dulcet giggles carried itself across the room to where Loki was sitting. You and Natasha were sitting down, sharing a screen, and reading something entertaining.

You covered your mouth in a gasp as she giggled in her seat. “Natasha Romanoff, you naughty girl!” you exclaimed.

“Me?! Didn’t you just read that last paragraph, Mommy?” She fired back. The dark hue of your blush almost turned purple. “I can’t believe people are writing this about us?”

“What are you two going on about?” Loki asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He strode over the short distance to where you two sat.

“Nothing!” you said as you stashed your tablet behind you, having been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

Loki waved his fingers and your tablet appeared in his hands. “Hey!” You stood up to grab it back, but Loki was already reading the explicit contraband. He held his hand out to your forehead, holding you back. Your arms flailing around trying your hardest against the god’s strength.

Loki only read a few lines before he realized what the two of you were reading. Natasha only laughed as she registered his expression. His eyes grew round and wide. His mouth opened to shock and awe.

He could only handle so much before he sat down on the sofa, right where you had been sitting. Loki held the tablet and scanned the filthy words on the screen. His eyes darted back and forth to you quickly – standing in front of him, fidgeting.

“What exactly am I reading?” Loki asked aloud.

“It’s fanfiction,” Nat said.

“Fan…fic…tion.” Loki annunciated each syllable to drive the point.

“Yes. Our fans have written little narratives of us in their heads and are sharing it with other fans.” Nat continued.

“And this -” Loki pointed to the words on your tablet. “Is the narrative that goes on in their heads?”

“Some are cute! There are romantic ones in there.” You corrected, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh! So you’ve read some of these, have you?” Loki teased. “So what’s this business about calling you, mommy?” He asked deviously as he leaned back into a comfortable position. You blushed darker. Nat just laughed at the situation.

You shuddered, hiding your face in your hands, “I am not explaining kinks to you, Loki. So help me God.”

“I’m right here, love, and I don’t think I’ll need help there.” He trailed off, still reading.

“Come on babes. You have to find it endearing somewhat?” Nat said to you.

“Oh, I totally do! It’s just…” You looked straight at Loki who was busy reading the story in his hand to notice your stare. “…nothing. Never mind.” You ended.

Later that night, Loki ended up finding the website you were on and started reading on his own. There were all manners of stories, from all different types of entertainment.

He centered on the stories around the team. There were scenarios for everybody. Even some for that android that the witch is betrothed to. I wonder if the rest of the team knows that these exist?

Loki narrowed his search. He found some dedicated blogs that wrote about you unreservedly. Some were romantic and light, as you said. Others were darker and wicked. Lewd images popped in his head as he continued reading scenarios involving you.

His hand involuntarily roamed in between his legs. Relieving himself to thoughts of you, written by strangers.

He was addicted.

Addicted to thoughts of you. To reading about you and the debased words written on the screen. He would visit the website almost every night. He would feel a sort of closeness to you that he savored. His imagination only fueled the interactions you had with each other during the day.

Loki came upon you cooking in the kitchen one time. Your headphones were on, dancing to the melody in your ears. He lingered for a while, watching you sway your hips, extending your chest out to a private show only Loki could see.

He pictured some of the more explicit stories he’s read, just by watching you dancing. He couldn’t wait till tonight to see what new stories he’d be able to read.

You turned around, surprised to find him watching you. You jumped slightly, then took your headphones off. “Loki, you scared me. How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” He said with a smirk.

“Lunch will be ready soon.”

“I can’t wait. Thank you.”

The next night, a new story popped up on his feed. It was from an author he’d never read before. What caught his attention most was that it was about him.

Loki didn’t search for stories about him. He didn’t realize there would be any interest. He was curious about what a fanfiction story regarding himself would be like.

As he read through it, the situation started to become familiar. The reader was an Avenger working in the tower where most of the team resided.  They were in the kitchen making dinner, and Loki happened upon them dancing to the music playing in the background. It was almost similar to what happened yesterday, with you.

~ Loki caged you in between his arms and the counter. You could feel his hard length press behind you through the thin fabric of your shorts.

“Loki! You scared me. How long…” your words were interrupted by the feel of his soft lips on your collar as he pulled your shirt down. His nose ran up the length of your neck, stealing your words, muddling your thoughts.

“Long enough for you?” he asked as you felt the rigidity of his aching cock. His hands roaming your body, pulling you flushed against him. “I can’t wait any longer…” ~

Loki didn’t know how to feel. Confused? Flattered?

Yes. Definitely flattered.

It was pleasing to think that someone out there liked him enough to write about him. That they liked him enough to write something so uninhibited; made it feel mischievous – taboo.

Reading the story again, he supposed it’s a very general occurrence. To come up on someone dancing in the kitchen. Then subsequently wanting to fuck them to Valhalla. Norns, he wanted to do that with you the other day too. He continued the rest of the story, impressed by the imagery and detail. But not thinking too much about it. So, he bookmarked the author as a favorite.

Days later, another instance of bizarre déjà vu occurred when Loki sat down on his bed and read a different story from the same author.

~ He looked tired and beat. His arms spread out on either side of him wanting to relax. You looked around to see that you were both alone in the jet.

You strode in between his legs and knelt down as your hands trailed down his strong chest towards his muscular thighs. His head straightened up as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“Just relax. Let me take care of you,” you whispered as you slowly untied his leather trousers, pulling his pants further down to give you access to his growing cock.

“Darling, we could get caught.” He said trying to stop you.

“That’s half the fun.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. You answered by giving him a strong lick at the tip of his cock. You could taste his sweet early offerings and it made him shudder in anticipation.

He grabbed your hair with one hand and pumped his dick with the other. “Open.” He commanded. And you complied.

You looked up into his darkened eyes and stuck your tongue out as an invitation. He sank his red-hot cock inside your mouth. Inch by aching inch.

He was growing impatient inside your tight lips. He grabbed you on either side of your head and bucked into you fully. His forceful attack made you gag. The sound turned him on even more as he continued to fuck your mouth senselessly. ~

Loki couldn’t believe what he was reading. His breathing got heavier and tighter. Wasn’t it just the other day that you both came back from a mission? He remembered sitting in one of the seats, taking a break from helping unload the cargo off the plane. His arms rested open on either side of him as his head leaned back onto the wall of the jet, hoping to get a little respite. Just like in the story. Then you came up to him and asked if he was ok.

“Go, Loki. I can handle the rest.” You offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Ya. You look really tired. Just relax.”

“Thank you, my dear. I owe you.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” You smirked as Loki got up to leave.

He remembered seeing something darken in your eyes. But he dismissed it, thinking he was just tired.

“No! It couldn’t be.” Loki said aloud.  “Could it?” There was such detail in the story. The description of the jet. His sitting position on the seats. The account of his pants being tied on and not buttoned. How could anyone know that, unless…

Loki clicked on the author’s page.  The first post to come up was a list of all their works. Loki only recognized the recent two, but apparently, they’ve been writing for a lot longer and for a lot more people than him.

There were stories about the Captain. Some were about Sgt. Barnes. There was even one about Agent Romanoff. The more recent ones were about him, however. He felt unprompted pride over that fact.

As he read through most of them, Loki noticed minute details in their portrayals. Specifics that no one should know unless they lived at The Tower. He decided to test this theory out.

It took a while, but he found you down at the boxing ring in the gym training. Perfect.

“Hello, darling,” Loki said coming up to you.

“Oh. Hey, Loki,” you responded.

“Can I join you?”

“Sure.” You accepted. Loki went to put on some punching mitts and got into the ring with you. You circled each other once. With precision and speed, you aimed for his temple, but Loki was quicker and had the mitt by his head to fend off your attack.

“You know, I’ve been reading that website. Ever since you presented it to me.” Loki started.

“I didn’t present anything to you. You took my tablet, remember?” You jabbed again, this time straight for his nose. He swatted away your assault and continued.

“I found some very concerning stories on there. By some mysterious writers.”

“I’m not surprised you found something you didn’t like. Do you not read the tags or the warnings?”

“Who said I didn’t like them? They were intriguing and playful. Some were just downright wicked.” Loki’s smile grew. “I quite like this one author I discovered, who writes about me.” Loki quickly tapped your head with his mitt. You gave him a surprised look and narrowed your eyes.

“Looking up stories about yourself? You’re so vain.” You teased.

“Oh, I didn’t look this up, my dear. It just showed up on my homepage. And imagine to my surprise when it was written about me. Naturally, I was curious. So, I read it. The detail and the imagery were very well put together.” He followed you with his eyes. He noted your quickened heartbeat, your flushed cheeks, and your uneven breathing.

“So what do you go there for if not to read about yourself?” you asked trying to distract him. You launched into a front jab.

“I was reading stories about you,” he confessed. His words rang in your head causing you to misstep. It registered too late and your frontal attack wavered at his declaration making you miss your target and stumble.

Loki caught you before you hit the mat. “Darling are you alright?” he turned you over to face him. His arms wrapped around your body securely. “Or maybe I should call you anonymousavenger48? I mean that is your name on the website, is it not?” His voice was low and deep. It tickled in your ear making you shiver and close your eyes.

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said flustered. His face was mere inches from yours. You could see his eyes dancing with mischief.

“That’s too bad. I guess I was wrong in my assumption.”

“You were reading stories about me?”

“Yes. I especially like the ones where they imagine us together. Such depravity.” Loki whispered. His breath fanned your face. You could almost feel his lips touch yours. “I have imagined us countless times using those stories.” His grip on you got tighter. His voice got deeper.

“You have?” you said barely audible.

“Mhmm.” Then Loki stood and righted you up. “Oh, well. I mean, I told myself that there was no way you would ever feel that way about me. And I guess I was right. But you know I had to see. I had to try.” Loki gave you a pat on the arm and strode out of the ring. “Thank you for the spar, darling.” He yelled out.

He left you wet and thirsty in the middle of the ring. You took off your gloves and threw them onto the mat, anger and spite rising within you. “So that’s how you want to fight? Then let’s fight.” You whispered to yourself.

Loki had to get out of there quickly. It took all his strength to not ravage you there on the floor and reenact some of the more decadent stories that plagued his mind. Your innocent eyes looking up at him. Your dark cherry lips inviting him closer. Gahh, I need to remedy this, quickly, he thought as he sought the privacy of his chambers.

The next couple of nights were some of the most excruciating and lust-filled nights either of you ever had. Your little bout in the gym had fueled countless stories for you to write about.

Endless notifications from your followers thanking you or sincerely wondering if you’re getting enough sleep from all the stories you seem to be writing and putting out.

In truth, you had a bunch of works cached on your laptop. You wrote whenever you had the time or were inspired to and just kept them stored in hopes to release them sporadically every few days.

But when Loki played you, you felt an undeniable urge to make him pay. Make him crave after you as desperately as he had left you. You thought of the sexiest most deprived things you’d ever wanted him to do to you and just typed it out on the screen.

If he was reading this, then let him squirm a little bit. Let him stew in that lust-filled haze and then you’d innocently come up to him and flirt to high-heavens thinking he wouldn’t do anything about it.

That was your first mistake. Thinking that you could go head-to-head with the god of mischief. Days and nights happen and not a single word from him. Not a whimper, a nod. Not even a secret glance was thrown your way. You were on the verge of giving up. You were only making yourself more desperate. Your promiscuous attempts at flirtation were only met with excuses and hasty retreats back into his own private quarters.

The second mistake was thinking he wouldn’t retaliate and do anything about it. The moment you had given up, the moment you thought it was safe, he attacked you with full force.

You were typing a field report on your laptop in the conference room. You didn’t notice him marching outside the glass windows of the room. Only when he slammed the door closed did you look up from your screen.

“Writing another one of your stories to torture me with?” Loki said pointing to you. You narrowed your eyes at him and were confused. The field report was hardly anything to be angry about…OH SHIT! Your eyes widened in alarm. “I know you’re the one writing those fictitious stories pet. Don’t deny it this time.”

“Okay then. I won’t” You said smugly. You stood up, leaning over the desk, resting your hands on the cool wood, challenging him. He turned on the switch for the electronic smart glass, making the glass panes of the conference room opaque and cloudy.

Loki circled you. One by one the window panes turned murky, following his footsteps. Each turn, each step, heightened the growing fear and excitement inside you.

You unconsciously backed yourself towards the exit, reaching for the knob. But Loki got to you quicker. He reached behind you and turned the lock, inexplicably trapping you inside with him.

“So you confess? That it was you who wrote those deviant words I’ve been reading every night?”

“Every night?” You whispered in shock. Loki had trapped you between him and the door. The coolness of the glass seeps through the fabric of your shirt. His knee separated your thighs as he intruded in your personal space.

“Do you really think that I would let you get away with it? That I don’t know what you were up to?”

“And what is it that I’m up to?” You let out moans as he continued to rub his muscular thighs against your aching clit. You turned your head, biting your lip.

“So responsive.” He said appreciatively as he ran his nose up your neck to nibble at the shell of your ear. You let out a whimper as he smiled into you diabolically. “Last chance to stop me, kitten.”

You didn’t want him to stop. You had wanted him from the moment you laid eyes on him. It’s what prompted you to start writing your stories. To put your dirty imaginations on paper. You grabbed his hard cock through the leathers of his pants and ran your hands up and down his bulging prick as your answer. He whimpered at the contact, then growled.

He turned you around quickly. Your back to his chest, and he pushed you up against the door. “This is for me. Do you understand, darling? This will be your punishment for making me obsess over you every night.” He nipped at your ear. When you had said nothing but whimpered, he tugged your hair back lightly. “Say it.”

“Yes,” you moaned. He tugged again. “Yes, sir.” You corrected.

“Good girl.” He reached in front of you and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them down quickly, along with your panties, as he worked on untying his own trousers.

He propped your delicious ass up slightly to give him better access and was pleasantly surprised that you were already dripping and waiting for him to enter.

“You’ve been waiting for me haven’t you?”

“Yes sir”

“How badly do you want my cock inside you.”

“Desperately, sir.” You whimpered. And without warning, Loki thrust inside your tight heat, making you both moan out loud.

He started bucking into you. Not waiting for you to adjust. Each hard thrust was angry and passionate. He pushed you further against the door, your back sliding flushed against his chest, hoping that no one passed by. Even with the smart glass on, people would still be able to see the outline of your body being pounded from behind.

“Loki…” you wept. “I’m cumming.” He wrapped his hand around your mouth and stuck two of his fingers inside your lips.

“Don’t you dare!” he said panting in your ear. “This is for me, remember kitten. Be a good girl and hold it. Now, suck!” he commanded. “Keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you? All hot and pathetic for my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at his salacious words. You sucked on his two fingers and ran your tongue in between them.

Loki felt you tighten around him. He rutted into you quickly and severely. He couldn’t help it anymore.

He lost all control when he saw you on your laptop here in the conference room. You were typing away, no doubt, imagining more lewd thoughts about how he would take you. 

He had to have you. He needed to feel you around his cock. Wrapping him, squeezing him, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Oh, fuck! Kitten, you feel so good.” He looked down and watched as his thick cock re-entered your glistening folds. “Unh…”

“Loki, please.” You begged around his fingers.

“No!” he said forcefully. “Be a good girl now and I promise I’ll make you scream my name over and over again tonight,” he vowed. You continued to suck on his fingers, trying to distract yourself from the growing sensation on your clenched pussy.

He moaned in your ear. He grunted and praised. The echo of his undoing rang in your ears. And you swore you would never forget the sound. The sound of him finding his release inside you. His pleasure.

When he grew still, he took his fingers out of your mouth, and you sucked on them slowly, biting the pads as they passed your teeth.

He dismounted you quickly, placing his forehead on the crook of your shoulder. “You’re amazing, darling. Thank you.” He said as he kissed your neck. You tried rubbing your legs together, creating friction in between your thighs.

Loki spanked you, a sharp slap that reverberated across the room. He bent down to pick up your panties and jeans then placed them up over your now-red ass. “Good girls do as they’re told. Don’t come until I tell you to.” He reached around to your front and buttoned you up securely in your jeans.

“Yes, sir.” You said meekly, out of breath, as you watched him stuff himself back inside his trousers.

He unlocked the door and opened it. Before he left, he gave you a devastating kiss on your lips. “Tonight, after our private dinner, I was thinking we could reenact one of my favorite stories of yours. Would you like that kitten?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said placing a stray hair of yours behind your ear. Then he left, switching the smart glass off. You felt exposed as the windows cleared up giving you a full view of the common room outside.

You took deep, slow breaths as you tried to center yourself and process what just happened. You quickly went to your laptop, shutting down the field report to start writing a new story.

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50 prompts (Fluff + Angst):

Fluff:

"Should I stop talking?" || "Don't, your voice is very soothing"

"I'll take over from here, go get some rest"

"I like you just the way you are"

"I trust you"

"I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"

"You deserve the best"

"I heard you liked (thing), so I brought you some"

"This reminded me of you"

"Wait, is this...?" || "It's the (thing) you wanted the other day!"

"But wasn't this expensive?" || "You needed it, (Name)"

"You got me (thing)!? Thank you so much, (Name)!"

"You're the best friend anyone could ask for"

"Your eyes are beautiful"

"You're so cool!" || "...I am?"

"You look adorable when you smile"

"I'm glad you're always there for me"

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"Do you need a hug?"

"Need any help?"

"Thank you" || "For what?" || "For coming into my life"

"Wh- so you did remember my birthday!" || "Of course I did. How could I ever forget?"

"You know, (character) reminds me of you a lot" || "Because they're boring?" || "I was going to say because they're a wonderful person"

"Wanna be partners for the next assignment?"

"Do you want to go out sometime...?" || "Like a date?" || "Y-yeah, like a date"

"I love you"

Angst (warning: mention of death):

"I miss you" || "It's only been two days since I left" || "Feels like ages to me"

"When will you come back?"

"Can't I come with you?" || "You know you can't"

"You'll be back soon, right?"

"I won't be gone long, I promise"

"What do you mean dead!?"

"I- I don't believe you! There- there's no way they're gone..." || "Denial isn't going to bring them back, (Name)"

"Wake up dammit!"

"You- you can't leave me like this!"

"I can't lose you too..."

"You promised..."

"You were never there for me when I needed you the most"

"Stop. Don't do this, (Name). You're better than that"

"Stay away from me!"

"Stop pretending that you care"

"It was you!?"

"I trusted you!"

"I had no choice..."

"And here I thought I could trust you with my life..."

"You were a fool to trust someone like me"

"Please, leave me alone"

"They're going to kill me!"

"I need your help, please"

"I-I can't do this"

"You can't run away this time"

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Kisses prompts:

(feel free to use ^^ the 6th, 9th and last prompt >> °////° if someone writes it, tag mee plsss)

peppering them with kisses all over their face

when A hesitantly traces the bottom of B's lips before they say fuck it and smash their lips together

kisses that leaves tingles all over body, in places where the other has touched them

a breathless kiss followed by an I love you.

A caresses B's back, "I just didn't want you to worr-" A is cut off when B stops them by gently pressing a kiss on their lower lip. "I chose to worry about you, my love. So please let me."

when they clutch your jaw, tipping your face and place their lips on yours. The kiss eventually trailing to your neck, collarbone, chest.

goodbye kisses in the car with rain drizzling outside >>>

when they back you against the wall, chest pressing together as they tip your chin, lips barely touching to full on devouring each other's

kisses where you feel the other smile and wrap their arms tight around you

when they back hug you and trail kisses from your shoulder to your cheek

when they touch you between kisses and you moan into their mouth (>\\\<)

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“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ”  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

a wonderfully patient and creative nonnie asked for a list of prompts based on interactions between two good friends in the aftermath of a trauma that happens to one of them, and i’m nothing if not a sucker for angst and deeply emotional connections! so here we go! i’m hoping these will be up to the nonnie’s expectations! have a wonderful day, my lovelies, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST !!

“ i really hate seeing you like this… “

“ why don’t we hang out tonight? like we used to, you know? order in cheap take-out, watch crappy movies, go for a walk… whatever you want, right? “

“ please say something… anything. even if it’s telling me to shut up and leave you alone… just say something. “

“ i really miss you, you know. “

“ i’m here. you got that? i don’t care if you never say anything to me ever again. i don’t care. i’m not going away, and i’m not going to stop being here for you, no matter how long you glare at me or ignore me or pretend that you’re okay. because i know you’re not. i know. “

“ talk to me. i don’t care what we talk about. it doesn’t have to be anything big. we don’t need to talk about whatever happened to you, not unless you want to. i just… just talk to me, will you? “

“ you know, i talk to a lot of people every single day. i hear all their voices telling me all kinds of stuff; i hear it all. and the only voice i really wanna listen to is yours, you know? even when you’re driving me crazy. so come on. please… just drive me crazy again? “

“ …seriously? no come-back? no witty retort? no… sarcastic shot at me? come on, i… i know we never ask these things, but, honestly, i’m worried about you. what’s going on? “

“ penny for your thoughts? hell. a dollar? ten? fifty? my whole life-savings? damn, at this rate i’d give away everything i own just to hear your voice again. “

“ this is like, the ninth voicemail i’ve left, and i know you hate voicemails, so i’m thinking this might be the one that pisses you off enough to pick up the phone and talk to me. because despite the number of times i’ve told you to shut up, i’m actually begging you to say something, now. weird how things work out, isn’t it? anyway. pick up your freaking phone, moron. please. “

“ will you please talk to me? please? “

“ i have exhausted every single topic that i can think of to get you to open your mouth and say something to me. all of them. you leave me no choice… how are you? “

“ listen, we’re all really worried about you. okay? and we wanna help you, but we don’t know how. so how about you write us a note, or something? maybe just, open the door, huh? i just wanna know that you’re okay. “

“ you’re not alone, you know. you’ve got people who love you. who care about you. you’ve got me. and i’m not going anywhere. “

“ look, i don’t know what happened to you. and i don’t need you to tell me, okay? i don’t… i just want you to know that i’m here. i got you. no matter what. and if you need some space, then… then i can leave. just tell me what you need, okay? “

“ i don’t need you to say anything. you don’t even need to open the door. i’m just gonna slide this paper under the door, okay? you tell me what you want for dinner, and i’ll bring it up. “

“ i’m sending you on a list of therapists and group support meetings in the area, okay? you don’t have to go, but… promise me you’ll take a look at the list, right? “

“ listen, i know you gave me a copy of your key for emergencies, and this feels like an emergency, but… if the silent treatment is part of you trying to get some space, then i don’t wanna intrude. you know? so just text me if that’s what this is, and i’ll leave you alone. “

“ i know, i know. you asked me to leave you alone. but that was two weeks ago, okay? and i haven’t heard from you. you aren’t answering my texts, you aren’t even reading them. nobody’s seen or heard from you, and… and now i just want to know that you’re okay. so please, open your door, and let me make sure that you’re safe, will you? “

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best friends to lovers prompts

going as each other’s ''platonic'' date to a mutual friend’s wedding

agreeing to kiss each other ''just to see what it’s like''

punching the guy who broke your best friend’s heart at [event]

refusing to admit your feelings but making up ridiculous excuses to spend time together

asking your best friend to go to prom with you as ''friends''

''i’m not in love with my best friend'' but everyone can tell you're full of shit

there’s only one bed and we decide to share it, having obviously been waiting for this moment

friends and family think we’re dating because we’re acting like a couple

sharing your first kiss with your best friend

sharing clothes because we're simply that comfortable with each other

accidentally blurting out ''i love you'' during a conversation

''i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you'' but the kiss proves the opposite

finding old letters you wrote to each other as kids, reminiscing

is there a reason you're always staring at me in class?

knowing your best friend inside out, everything from their favorite song, to the name of their favorite stuffed animal in second grade

hiding your feelings, not wanting to ruin the friendship, even going as far as avoiding each other completely, but somehow always ending up sharing an intimate moment

choosing each other for a group project, but spending more time making out than working

the first kiss, and the realization of ''it’s always been you''

starting to see each other in a different light

i’m watching you date all these other people, and i don't know what i'm feeling but it's definitely not jealousy

you don't have anyone to go to prom with so i volunteer, but we end up ditching early, and instead go for a drive around town, stopping for fast-food burgers and incredible sights

complimenting your best friend over small things, that realistically only someone who’s in love with that person would notice

that ''oh shit'' moment when the realization hits you

the ''date'' that isn't really a date but feels like one

showing up at each other’s house late at night

the location we always hung out at as kids still holds a very special place in our hearts

family and friends constantly pointing out how compatible you are with each other

one person's dropping hints about their feelings, the other one's completely oblivious

''if we're not married by the age of [age], let's do it''

hearing your best friend say you’re nothing more than friends, and dying a little on the inside, wishing you were more than that

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first kiss prompts

'' you sure you wanna do this? ''

'' we can take things slow. ''

'' you're the best first kiss i've ever had. ''

'' i'm quite nervous. ''

'' you're doing good. ''

'' close your eyes. ''

'' i've never done this before. ''

'' i want [our first kiss] to be special. ''

'' no pressure or anything. ''

'' i thought [the kiss] was great. not that i have much to compare to. ''

'' wanna practice? ''

'' just get it over with. i'm tired of not knowing what it feels like. ''

'' i'm gonna remember this for a while. ''

'' i like kissing you. ''

'' that... was terrible. sorry. ''

'' do you wanna make out? ''

'' i really want to kiss you right now. ''

'' kiss me and you'll find out. ''

'' permission to lean in? '' '' permission granted. ''

'' i'm not a delicate flower. kiss me like you mean it. ''

'' if anybody were to kiss me... i would want that person to be you. ''

'' i've been wanting to kiss you for a while. ''

'' teach me how to do it. ''

'' are you nervous? ''

'' i don't want you to be disappointed. ''

'' can i get another one? ''

'' why don't you come inside? ''

'' i haven't mastered the art of kissing yet. ''

'' you're a great kisser. ''

'' teach me. ''

'' is there such a thing as love at first kiss? ''

'' kiss me again, but don't stop this time. ''

'' can i kiss you? ''

'' wanna go slow? ''

'' if you're uncomfortable, or think it's too much, pull away. ''

'' i love it when you kiss me. ''

'' it's important that you're comfortable. ''

'' it's cute, this thing you're doing. '' '' being all nervous? ''

'' how far do you wanna go tonight? ''

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? ''

'' i don't want your first kiss to be terrible. ''

'' you've never kissed anyone before? ''

'' you're going to have to guide me through this. ''

'' do i just... close my eyes and lean in? ''

'' [our first kiss] is going to be magical. ''

'' of course i want to kiss you. ''

'' you just can't help yourself, can you? ''

'' kiss me. ''

'' i would love to kiss you, actually. ''

'' you mean—you and me? kissing? ''

'' and right now, i think you should kiss me. ''

'' this is nerve-racking! ''

'' did i do good? ''

'' you did wonderful. can't wait to do it again. ''

'' did we just kiss? ''

'' you kissed me first. '' '' i definitely didn't. ''

'' we don't have to do this if you don't want to. ''

'' you were literally all over me. not that i mind. ''

'' why won't you come here for a second? ''

'' don't speak. just kiss me. ''

'' come kiss me. ''

'' did you enjoy it? ''

'' how was it? ''

'' can we do it again? ''

'' holy shit—that was awesome! ''

'' kiss me again. ''

'' oh. my. god. ''

'' you should call me sometime. ''

'' that was pretty nice. ''

'' wow... that was unexpected. ''

'' pretty nice, huh? ''

'' one of us should probably say something. ''

'' you're blushing. '' '' i know. ''

P.S. these are not mine. I found them on a deactivated blog, and I was unable to reblog. But I really want them to be sharable, so here they are. Enjoy, use, tag me in your creations.

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physical intimacy prompts

holding hands during a stressful situation

smiling in-between kisses

touching foreheads

cheek kisses

slow dancing

intertwining fingers

comparing hand sizes

resting your head on your partner's lap

piggy back rides

standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips

kissing your partner's wounds

forehead kisses

falling asleep on your partner's shoulder

bridal carries

spooning

rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss

embracing your partner

intertwining fingers when making love

nudging into the crook of your partner's neck

being carried/tucked into bed, after having fallen asleep on the couch waiting for your partner to come home

saying ''i love you'' in-between kisses

nose boops

back rubs

tracing fingers down your partner's chest

hand on chest during a casual conversation

bumping into each other

hugs that last longer than they should

showering together

hands around the waist

straddling your partner's thighs

helping your partner undress

playing with your partner's hair

falling asleep to your partner's heartbeat

resting a hand on your partner's back

squeezing each other's hands

sitting in your partner's lap

cupping your partner's face

tickling

spooning/scooting closer to your partner in bed

linking arms with each other

exploring each other's lips

caressing your partner's face

brushing your lips together, lingering for a moment

jumping into your partner's arms

wrapping legs around your partner

tucking a strand of hair behind your partner's ear

pulling your partner into your lap

hugging from behind

lifting your partner off the ground

holding hands across the table

holding hands under the table

bear hugs

caressing your partner's hand

laying a hand on your partner's thigh

literally sharing a sweater

feeling each other's pulse

glancing at each other's lips

falling asleep while cuddling on the couch

climbing back into bed, onto your partner's body to wake them up