#Dark Desires Series

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,088

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

PROLOGUE

“It shouldn’t have come to this.” This wouldn’t have happened, if she could just listen to me! I would not have done that, she was suppose to be mine, mine alone. How dare he laid his hands on her. I should’ve just chained her, isolate her, keep her all by myself. If only she kept her curiosity to herself.

Very well then, curiosity does kill the cat. I’ll be having my own fun to chase and to hunt her down, until she admits that every part of her is mine.

CHAPTER 1:

THE SUN

Nothing makes my morning much more delightful than working in a Café that me and my friend own, a smile spread across my face as I greet a customer with delight, “Hello, welcome to Tulipa Purissima. What can I get you today?” I saw a smile from the little girls face as she waved at me and pointed right to the menu of our café.

“Mommy, mommy!” the girl yelled with a high pitched but adoring voice, “I want a strawberry cake!” the girl added, on the other hand—the mother, was busy speaking to her phone while holding the little girls hand. This very much reminded me of how me and my mother were. I let out a soft laugh as the girl was too eager to have her strawberry cake, pulling her mothers sleeve and arm, whining and pushing her. The older woman didn’t flinched nor yelled at the girl, she just pat her head and hold the call, pinching her daughters cheek.

This is so adorable to watch.

After a few exchanged mutters from the mother and daughter, they placed their order and find their seats. Those two really did remind me of my mother and me, how she’ll always take the call either a call from relatives or from her workplace, then we’ll go to a café and I sulk at her from taking too long.

I laughed and passed the order from my friend, who will make and serve the orders. This is how me and my friend, Estrella do and pick our parts, we also switch roles from time to time.

As I serve customers, call out their name to pick up their order, something caught my attention—someone. Group of men dresses in fancy black tuxedo inside the café, they haven’t get anything yet. I assume they were only bystanders, I sigh and look for my friend to make sure, “Estrella?” I called, she hums in response and finishing the last order and gave the receipt to the customer.

“Those men..” I point towards the right side of the back of the café, trying my best not to seem rude to point to customers and not wanting to be find out that I’m talking about them, “they haven’t ordered anything yet, right?” I asked, worry hinted in my voice. Since I feel a bit of intimidation towards of group of men, worse part is that they even dressed up in black expensive tuxedo’s.

My friend took a quick glance and stared at me in the eye, shaking her head and wiping her hands with tissues, “No,” she hums, “I haven’t seen a single one of them come to front and claim their order.” She added, Estrella has a knack for remembering faces of customers for the day and know who’s had ordered and who didn’t, “and they don’t seem like a regular here either.”

I sigh and got out from the counter, “I’ll deal with them, we can’t have bystanders here.” I murmur to myself and to Estrella to hear, she gave a thumbs-up as if it’ll motivate me and have such courage to speak with those dangerous looking men.

There were three to seven people in this table, two on either side of the bench seat and a man in the middle—sweating and fidgeting, as if he’s being threatened by these men. I approach their table, my hands clasp together and I cleared my throat to bring their attention to me, “Hello, gentlemen.” I utter, trying to steady my voice and not stutter or eat my words up. I continue, “I—uh noticed that you guys haven’t order anything here yet and that an atmosphere you bring inside Tulipa Purissima is unsettling, if you all don’t mind, I kindly ask you all to leave.”

A man with dark purple hair and in a short hime cut with lavender highlights, I assume he’s a little older than me but with a baby face like that and how he stood out from the rest of the men, I think I know who’s in charge of the group. He spoke, his tone flat and uninterested, “so we just need to order and you’ll leave us alone?” he asked, his eyes darkening and piercing the more he look at me dead in the eye.

I think I want to curl up into a ball and cry to my mommy.

My lips sealed shut, his voice raspy and husky. I don’t move an inch and I peel my eyes away from his deadly gaze, “uh. I- I mean.” I started stammering, I could feel my heart beating and racing, my legs wanting to give out and run to my friend Estrella.

Help, I’m scared.

He waves his hand lazily, his palm resting his chin and elbow on the table. “Whatever, get me some dark coffee.” He said, tone still flat and uninterested. He turn to his colleagues—or that I assume that were his colleagues, it feels like more a security than old friends…

“You all order some, my treat.” He murmured but it was loud enough to be heard by the others, I took out my handy-dandy notebook and write down all their orders. I’m so glad that I keep this thing all the time with me.

After placing and telling me their order, I noticed the man looking at me. The one in the middle, his eyes big and wide, his hands trembling and fidgeting—as if he’s telling me to help him.

“I don’t want to intrude but,” I said and lean over the table and look at the man, but I don’t lean in too close. “I’m sorry sir but are these gentle folks seems to bother you nor are they intimidating you?” I asked, my tone strong and full of concern.

I could feel a burning sensation at the back of my neck, and I know who’s eyes they were…

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Chapter 2: THE MOON

[darktraumabomba2]

[zanephillips]

ALEJANDRO SPEITZER Dark Desire 1.16 "Revelation 21:8… Fire is set upon his anger"

[aquagirl1978]

For kinktober, Chevalier and prompt 17😳

Remember the other day when I said I was going to finish up my KInktober requests? Here's the first of hopefully many. Enjoy!

Finally - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my Kinktober 2022 event.

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: nipple play

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; nipple play; implied sex

You couldn’t remember the last time you had spent an evening alone together – it had to be at least two, maybe three, weeks by your account. Long and torturous weeks where you waited patiently to feel his touch upon your skin again. To feel his lips brush against yours. To feel his heat against your body, moaning your name into your ear, as he filled you with such great pleasure.

But wait no more; tonight was yours and nothing was going to get in your way.

After removing his cloak, Chevalier sat on the edge of the bed, the buttons of his black silk shirt undone, providing just a peek of his smooth skin and sculpted abs. His hand outstretched towards you, an invitation to join him. The moment your fingers brushed his palm, he circled his fingers against your wrist, clumsily tugging you onto his lap. He had been looking forward to tonight, too.

Your heart raced with anticipation as he dragged his long fingers along your shoulder, pulling the soft material of your dress away from your skin. Reaching behind, your fingers found the cool metal of your hairpin and with a quick pull, your hair cascaded freely down your back. 

Tipping your chin with his thumb, he gazed into your eyes, his blue darkening like a glacier in the night, his face inching closer towards yours.

His lips crushed yours in a bruising kiss as the bodice of your dress fell, exposing your bare chest. You shivered, the air cool against your heated skin, all while his tongue probed open your lips. Nowhere near satisfied, Chevalier pressed a hand against your chest, his palm cupping your breast, your skin soft against his calloused skin. 

Lips still locked, your hands pushed away the fabric of his shirt, needing to feel his skin against yours. Hot to the touch, your fingers danced across his porcelain skin as your bodies pressed closer to one another. 

His mouth wandered, his lips latching onto the delicate skin of your neck. Tilting your head back, a desperate moan escaped your soft lips; you could feel his smirk against your skin as he teased your nipple with his thumb. 

He cradled the back of your head as he guided you to lie on the bed. His body hovered over yours, as he continued to tease you. Dipping his face to your chest, his tongue darted out and wet your nipple. In a true act of cruelty, he then blew against your skin, the sensations causing your body to wriggle and writhe against his. 

He flicked his eyes up to meet yours as he took your nipple between his teeth, enjoying the needy look in your eyes entirely too much. Wrapping your fingers in his platinum locks, you pulled his face closer to you as you let out another soft moan. His hand cupped your free breast, his touch merciless as his fingers stroked every sensitive spot.

Finally, when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he sat up, giving you a short-lived reprieve. A wicked smile spread on his lips as he rested his hands on your bare hips. He lowered his body to yours once more; arms clinging to his shoulders, you readied your body for Chevalier as he positioned yours against his, ready to give him everything – your body, your soul, your heart – in exchange for not just a night filled with euphoric passion, but a life filled with everlasting love.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unearthly Desires 4

Warnings: this series contains dark elements such as noncon and rape, manipulation, possible violence, power play, unjustified use of mischief and magick, size kink, blow job, humiliation.

This takes place after Ragnarök and I am ignoring IW and Endgame because I can.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Character: dark!Loki x short!reader

Synopsis: You’re just another worker on the ant hill of Stark Industries, but you unwittingly catch the eye of a formidable and fearsome god.

Note: So my slumber party event begun Sunday so my posting will slow down as I focus on that.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

Divider and banner by me!

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya <3

Sunday morning. You wake up in your own bed. The day before is skewed in your mind. Your body is overwrought and stiff. Loki follows you even when he’s not there. You move slowly, as if you’re wading through water, sitting numbly at the end of the bed.

It won’t last forever. He said it himself. He’ll tire of you, forget you, but you don’t know if you’ll even be able to forget him. You push yourself up and whimper, stumbling as your muscles strain. You catch yourself against the wall and lay your hand flat against your pelvis.

The memories aren’t so vague the longer you’re awake. You remember it now. Him bending you, twisting you, dragging you to his whim. That way he felt inside lingers, your walls are still tender. His voice haunts you, throaty groans and snarling demands. 

You touch the emerald bound around your neck. It burns hotly as your mind clouds. You shake your head and stand straight. It’s futile to fight him. Whenever he chooses to appear, you will not be able to get rid of him, whatever he wishes to do, you will not be able to stop. All you can do is cling to the time you have to yourself.

As you wait for the shower to warm up, you lean on the porcelain and hang your head. You still don’t understand. How did this happen? Why you? Oh, you know, he assured you he didn’t choose you for any special reason but you want to know, why do you have to suffer?

The heat of the shower coaxes out the tears. You let them meld into the water as it drips down your face and wash yourself little by little. Your muscles are tight and cramped, easing the more you move around. You emerge in a cloud of steam and wrap yourself in a towel.

You stare at the door. You tiptoe towards the hall and cautiously peek out. You half expect to be once more transported away. But it’s just the hallways. Just your apartment.

The anticipation, the anxiety, follows you through the day. As you go through your usual Sunday catch-up. Laundry, cleaning, all that tedium. You find yourself spinning at every noise, every shadow, but nothing’s there. You’re alone. You think.

The paranoia eats away at you, keeping you awake at the dusk of your weekend. Another wasted. Another Monday is imminent.

Every time you shut your eyes, you feel him, fingertips brushing up your back and you have to look around. You flop onto your back and hear his whisper. His promises, his cruel insults. 

You grit your teeth in frustration and glare at the ceiling. He’s not there. He’s not even thinking of you. This is another of his tricks and you’re caught up in it.

Sleep falls upon you without awareness. You drift into the hazy dreams that recreate your apartment in a bluish hue. Sinister tones pervade your subconscious and gloomy fog blurs the edges. You wake, head full and pulsing, a splitting pain right down the back of your skull. Your alarm hammers the nail deeper as it blares from your phone.

You dress without turning on the light, the early morning dim receding through the windows. You drink your coffee at the counter without tasting it. Your routine is just that, led by habit, the muscle memory of a hundred workdays before.

The subway barrels around the track as you stare blankly ahead. You sit in your desolation amid the urban crowd. You glance around at the faces of strangers, of dozens of uncaring bystanders. You could scream and they wouldn't even look your way.

Your path to the tower is taken without much thought. It's not until you're in the elevator that the autopilot shuts off. You feel as if you've been splashed with cold water as you hit the button for your floor and step back. 

The doors begin to close but pull back as the button is hit from outside. You step out of the way as a large body steps on next to you. The elevator lurches slightly with his weight as he sighs and taps the same glowing number you had.

"Ah, same floor," he announces, his voice rumbling through you, "early–" he rubs his eyes emphatically and yawns deeply, "I don't know how you do it."

You glance over at Thor. Does he expect an answer? Does he recognise you? You adjust your bag and stare ahead.

"I guess you get used to it," you murmur, your voice sticking in your dry throat.

"Hm," he hums, "yes, I suppose…" he's quiet as you feel him look at you, "I know you."

You give a weak smile, "uh… I think I've run into you before, maybe."

"Thor," he introduces.

You almost laugh, "yes, I know."

"And you?"

You take a breath and bite down on the inside of your lip. A cold floe if ice pumps through your veins as the gem at your throat rests hotly against your flesh. You recite your name without looking over.

"Very pretty," he remarks.

"Thanks," you utter as you watch the numbers climb.

A silence permeates the tight box as you squirm in place. You just want to get to your desk and hide. Make it through the day unbothered.

"That's a very interesting necklace you have. It must be from someone very close to you," he leans over as he gestures to your neck.

You reach and pull together the collar of your blouse, trying to hide the lace strap.

"Nothing special," you turn your face away from him.

"No? No one special in your life?"

You shrug. He chuckles at the non-response.

"Apologies. My curiosity gets the best of me. I must admit, I've grown rather bored and tend to pry a bit much."

"No, it’s–" the elevator dings and the doors slide apart, "it's fine. No. No one."

"Ah, well, I'm certain you'll find someone," he says as he waves you ahead of him, "a little thing like you."

You nearly trip over your toes at his comment. You keep steady and swallow tightly, "thanks, uh, I should get to work."

"Perhaps I will run into you again," he suggests.

"Maybe," you agree without looking back, "have a good day."

"You too," he calls after you as you flit towards the workroom.

His voice trails you sonorously, replaying in your mind as you settle in your desk. Not quite settled as your nerves are stuck in an endless whirlwind. Would Loki know? He doesn't seem overly fond of his brother, and especially not of you speaking with him.

Your ill luck has no limit. Of course, you couldn't have arrived a few minutes prior and missed the godly avenger. Nor could you have come later and blended into the trickle of employees reporting for the daily sentence.

It's only more painful to think of what if? You can't change it now. You can't do anything to deter Loki. You only have to survive him. Wait him out until you can return to the insignificance you took for granted.

🐍

The end of the day greets you with Loki’s persistent absence. You should be glad for it but it looms over you like a shadow. You know that he will reappear and you can never be ready for when he does.

You pack up and leave at the usual time. You take the stuffed elevator down to the lobby and step off, dodging the rush of people around you and waiting them out. You’ve come too close to be trampled by those who never look beneath their noses. 

Before you can head for the front door, a voice calls your name. A voice you don’t expect to hear but hoped you wouldn’t again. At least, not any time soon. You face Thor as he sips from a paper cup and waves at you.

As he comes closer, he’s forced to tilt his head down to see you. The difference between you is almost comical as you stand frozen. He’s an avenger, better yet, a god. You can’t just walk away.

“Hi,” you fidget and quickly still your twiddling fingers, instead grasping the strap of your bag. “I was just going home for the day.”

“Ah, yes, it is quitting hour, as you midgardians say,” he declares and inhales the scent of his drink through the slot of the plastic lid, “have you ever tasted mocha? The woman at the counter suggested it and it is very sweet.”

“Um, sure, I–” you watch him sip and hum at the flavour, “I’m sorry but my train–”

You gesture across the lobby and he follows it with his eyes. A line deepens between his brows as he looks out at the slick street, the rain darting down against the glass facade of Stark Tower. He swallows and shakes his head.

“It is a clandestine meeting, my lady,” he declares, “I, as a prince of Asgard, cannot let you out in such weather to ride the train. It would be undue. Were you to go out and take ill from the damp–”

“It’s not far–”

“Allow me to insist,” he intones, “for my own pride. I recently learned to drive and I believe myself to be rather skilled at it.”

“Ah, oh,” you’re not sure how to respond. “You don’t have cars in… Asgard?”

“We have flying ships which are rather more complicated,” he explains, “but the skies are not so crowded as the streets, you see? The only time I ever crashed was when my brother would not keep his hands to himself.”

“Your brother?” You utter, “is he not around?”

“I don’t know what he’s up to. He is not one to divulge much, though he is under my surveillance. I’ve been assigned to his ‘custody’ by Midgard but I’m afraid they don’t understand that he does not abide by their probationary statutes,” Thor shrugs as he cheek twitches, “I do as I can.”

“Oh, I… guess that must be hard.”

He does not answer right away, another gulp of coffee and chocolate as he watches you, “shall we be off?”

“It’s fine, I can still catch the train–”

“Don’t consider it a favour on your behalf but mine,” he interjects, “might I confess that I am growing quite lonely on this planet?”

You swallow and wet your lip with your tongue nervously. Loki would not want you speaking with Thor, let alone accepting a ride. A harmless offer in any other circumstance but it would not be taken as anything less than a slight on the other Odinson. Yet, you feel bad for the admittance and can’t help but relate to it. The city can be a very isolating place.

“I thought you… had someone? Jane?”

“Ah, Jane,” he says wistfully, “we were once, but now we are not. Again, I find things were not so complicated in Asgard.”

You sniff and sink your teeth into your lower lip. You should say no. You know it but your heart plucks with pity for him. It’s not that he’s just in a new city, he’s in a whole new world. You look at him again and notice his gaze upon your mouth, no doubt noting the nervous habit.

“Sure, it’s just a drive, right?” You shrug.

“That’s all it is, lady,” he assures as he turns back to the elevator, “I’m parked below, however, so we must make our descent.”

You face the metal doors with him as he pushes the arrow down. You try not to show your discomfort as you feel the stone around your throat blazing hotly against your skin. You can’t tell if it is in your mind or not.

Hopefully, Loki can wait a little longer before his next appearance.

🐍

You hug your bag as you sit huddled against the door. You make yourself as small as possible as Thor drives, not very well as he keeps tailgating then slamming on the brakes so the seatbelt bites into your chest. He tends to step a bit too heavily on the pedal which has your throat lodged in your throat. 

“So lady, how long have you worked for Stark?” He asks as he putters behind the slow crawl of rush hour.

“Two years,” you answer quietly as you clasp and unclasp the flap of your bag, “I only work on the floor, I don’t know Mr. Stark really.”

“Ah no? That is peculiar. In Asgard, I knew the name of every servant in our household and nearly every citizen. It is a part of the royal duty to know one’s people. It seems you Midgardian do not hold the same principles,” he rambles, “he can be a generous man if not… willful.”

“Oh, um, he seems nice, for sure,” you say. Your thoughts are less than exhaustive on the figure of Tony Stark. You typically don’t think of him even if his name appears on your cheques. “Um, you… have you found any hobbies here?”

“Hobbies?” He repeats, following the flow of the cars around him and the robotic voice of his GPS. He had you key in your address earlier after nearly breaking the phone in half.

“Um, just anything to do I guess? Like reading? Or knitting?”

“Knitting?” He squints over the wheel and grins, “no, I’ve not done any knitting. How about you, little one,” his last two words echo in your brain… little one. “Do you have hobbies, as you call them?”

“I like to read,” you play with your thumb, “sometimes I try painting.”

“Perhaps you can lend me some books,” he says brightly.

He’s quiet for a time as he focuses on the road ahead. You don’t interrupt the silence, content enough to watch the city pass by. The sooner you’re out of this car, the better. And after, you will have to decide if you come clean to Loki or hope he never finds out.

He stops and waits for his turn just across from your building. He rolls the wheel easily and pulls into the lot. You unbuckle your seatbelt in anticipation and squeeze your bag with one arm.

“You can let me out here–”

He doesn’t listen as he drives on and pulls into a spot near the rear of the building. He shifts into park as you reach for the door and the lock clicks loudly. You pull the handle but cannot escape.

“Thor, I–”

“I was just thinking,” he says, “about hobbies. I’ve actually thought of one I’ve started.”

“Oh?” You’re slightly surprised, confused even. “And what’s that?”

He grins at you and rests his elbow against the back of his seat as he twists to face you. He stretches his arm across the space and his hand grips your backrest as he watches you. You feel along the door and try to slide the lock.

“You,” he announces, “I’ve been watching you. You are a rather fun hobby, I think.”

“Uhhh, excuse me,” you hit the switch but it doesn’t budge.

“Oh, yes, a quiet little mouse like you. I was always rather fond of that on Asgard. Finding the weakest thing and playing with her. And they could never say no for I was prince,” his hand brushes down the seat and he brings his thick fingers to touch your chin, “I am still prince, lady, understand?”

You gulp as your hand fumbles clumsily on the door. He grabs the back of your head and forces you towards him and you catch yourself against the console. He leans in, his lips just an inch from yours.

“You do not leave a prince without courtesy, little one,” he snarls.

You bat your lashes at him in fear. Why does this keep happening to you? How could it happen even once? His blue eyes storm as the rain pounds on the roof of the car. You gently touch his sleeve as his grip threatens to crush your jaw.

“Thor, please, I’m sorry–”

His nose touches yours and you feel his breath gloss over your lips. You close your eyes in horror but his lips never meet yours. He laughs, a booming thunderous noise, and releases you, shoving you so you hit the door. 

You look at him, heaving as your breath rushes in and out. The laughter lilts and changes tones as a green flash fills the compartment and stains your vision. You brace yourself against the seat as Thor’s figure is replaced with Loki’s trim form as he cackles and clutches his chest.

“Oh, mouse,” he snickers, “you should’ve seen your face. The fear in your eyes.” He taunts, “do you really think my brother would favour a creature so pathetic as you?” He shakes his head in his mirth and looks at you. His expression falls and turns to stone. You wince as he reaches for you, lurching you forward by the collar of your jacket, “would you really let him have you when I have claimed you already?”

“N-no, Loki–”

“Shhh,” he hushes you, “let us recall ourselves, little one.”

“Your majesty, I swear, I was afraid–”

“You should be,” he sneers as he drags you across the seat, “very afraid.”

[0alix0]

that moment when everyone's hyping show for anakin cameo/thrawn/ezra/etc. and you're here only for an old tired fallen jedi and his little ukrainian chihuahua-looking daughter

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

There are a lot of appreciation posts for LIs and side characters (as there should be) but I wanted to start a thread for favorite MC screenshots you have! Here are some ideas in case your mind went blank

Choices

A Courtesan of Rome

Open Heart

Crimes of Passion

It Lives Series

Bloodbound

The Crown and the Flame

Blades of Light and Shadow

Immortal Desires

Queen B

Romance Club

Kali: Call of Darkness // Kali: Flame of Samsara

Song of the Crimson Nile

Psi

Theodora

Arcanum

Vying for Versailles

They don't have to be from Choices or RC specifically but they're the apps I'm most familiar with. Also, there are definitely other books out there. These are just the first ones that came to mind!

[princessfantaghiro]

I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE MOMENT WHEN SAURON WILL CALL GALADRIEL:

My Precious...🖤

[darcyolsson]

forcing myself to look in the mirror and forcing myself to remember it was in fact me who decided i wanted to reread this even though i knew exactly what was waiting for me at the end of this book

[vvienne]

in some nebulous post canon where no one I like dies I want a fic where like. In an attempt to establish that he’s not as grossly possessive of james as sarcean was of anharion will is like yeah I totally wouldn’t mind if james wanted to fuck someone else... i could be flexible like that. cue disbelieving side eyes but for some bullshit reason this blatant lie is put to the test and the ot4 has to be consummated….. will and violet & will and cyprian have no chemistry to me sexually but every other configuration would maybe work? james and cyprian can have miserable pseudo-incestous last of their kind sex. violet and james can have weird slantways sex where they are both acutely aware of being will's creatures. i think this would be cathartic to them. will can seethe in the corner while desperately trying to hide how worked up and jealous he feels until he figures out some way to get over it and into it

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,267

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

□ This chapter contains smut, unprotected sex. What you read is entirely your fault.

CHAPTER 7:

THE MOON

Got patched up and doctor gave me their advice and we went home—well, her home, not mine. I look at her as she got out, I got out too. She turned and looked at me funny, “why are you following me?”

“Oh? You’d nurse me back to get well, no?” I snicker and tilt my head as I took the lead and walk toward her house, “I didn’t agree.” She said, “and I didn’t asked nor requested it.” I added.

She let out a soft hmp, then proceed to walk beside me as we reach the door. Running her hand to her purse, got the key and turn the knob of the front door—revealing what’s inside,

“you didn’t give me a choice.”

“I didn’t even put out an option for you to choose from, so..” I sarcastically answered as she entered her haven annoyed, “don’t be rude to a guest, give me a tour.” I pretend to sulk, pointing to my patched wound that keeping me company would heal it faster.

She rolled her eyes, I smiled and shake my head. She’ll be rolling her eyes in a different way, in bed, under the sheets where she and I get freaky.

“When do I have to keep you entertained and by my side?”

“Until I say so.”

“You’re impossible.”

“but, darling. Don’t you like an impossible man?”

I smiled and lean down, wrapping my right arm around her belly and gave the crook of her neck a peck—making her shudder.

“Don’t you like me, sunshine?” I asked, my tone soft and quiet—only for her to hear, “you’re a threat, a danger to normal citizens like me.” She hisses and tries to resist my grasp, “let go!” she said, smacking my arm off but she couldn’t, she could hurt me all she want but I’m not letting her go.

I smiled and the more she resist and move, the more the her ass grind against my fabric pants, she’s making this hard for me. I lean to whisper in her ear, “sunshine, have you ever come so hard that you wouldn’t even remember your name?”

She froze and stared at me, snapping her neck to look et me as if I’m beyond crazy. “Next question, please.” I could only laugh and just throw her in bed—luckily, we’re in her room, I tilt and wrap both of my arms around her.

“Have you ever got fucked by a man like me?”

This question left her stunned, not knowing what to do as she just looked at me with those wide doe eyes. I buried my face to her neck, taking a deep breath and exhaling—letting my breath hit her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

My lips made contact with her neck, she yelp and shiver against my kiss, “stop!” she protest, “no.” I respond, “keep struggling where your ass is grinding up my dick and I’ll shove my cock into that sweet cunt.” I playfully threaten, seeing her scared and her adrenaline rushing.

I smirked, chuckling against her neck—I let go.

“Let’s play a game, I’ll give you a head start to hide. And if I caught you, I’m dragging you to bed and make you see heaven by riding my cock.”

She froze and I gave her a head start, “One… Two…” I count slowly—seeing her in a panic ignites the fire inside me, or is it just my dick going hard?

She sets off running downstairs, I could hear her foot stomp on each every step she make—I laugh at her reckless movement sets by her panicking on what I said. Then, the noise stop—guessing that she did damn good at picking a hiding spot.

“Eight… Nine… Ten…” I finish, sinister chuckle came out of my mouth, “ready or not, I’m going to fuck you good, sunshine.” I remark and made my way down stairs—inspecting my surroundings and analyze all the objects that’s been moved.

She’s in a panic all right, I want to threaten her a little—just for fun. She’d be shuddering in her hiding spot all day.

“I could smell how wet you are,” I spoke, maybe too much but there’s no backing out now. “I bet it clenched over to nothing, wanting to be full and stuffed with my cock.” I made the heels of my shoe click, letting her know that I’m near and that I can sense where she hid.

I stop at the kitchen counter, tapping the glass and give myself a drink of glass of water. I let silence take over, I could hear her breath shudder and how she’s calming her heart down, I know for sure that she’s in this drawer.

Slowly kneeling down, I held two of the handle with my hand—slowly but surely, I quickly open the drawer and pull her figure in my arms again, “caught you, sunshine.” I said.

She screamed and smack her head onto mine really hard, “fuck! Son of a bitch.” I cursed, my hand falling off of her, making it her chance to escape me. “You like to play a cat and mouse game? I’m going to fuck you really hard once I fucking get you, sunshine.” I grit my words in my teeth, she’s starting to piss me off.

The more piss I am, the more severe the punishment is, I hope she’s looking forward getting her pussy wrecked.

I chase after her, looping around her bedroom and throwing her plushies at me to buy her some time but it didn’t, she got downstairs and started chasing around in circles in the sofa.

“Don’t you wanna feel my cock inside you?”

“Nuh-uh!”

Before she knew it, I threw myself at her—arms around her as I flop her body into my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Going upstairs for who knows how many times, kicking her bedroom door open and threw her in.

“you know you can’t make an injured person chase you around like that, hm?” I grit my teeth, taking off my blazer, vest and unbuttoned one or two buttons on my polo—my scent filled with my own sweat, “I’m going to have my fun with you sunshine.”

“I’m against this.”

“You’ll change your mind once I stuff my cock in you.”

“on your knees.” I command, my voice still soft but full of authority, my belt around her pretty little neck like a collar—I should buy a collar specifically for her. I smiled and pulled the belt closer, making her face close to my crotch, she frowns and whines.

“Come on, you know what to do.” I taunt, my fingers on her chin, sliding up to the back of her head—gripping on her scalp and nudge her face against my hard bulge.

Got her hands to work and unzip my pants, letting my cock spring free. She stared at it, her eyes screams in terror, I smirked and pat her head.

“is it not to your liking?” I asked, she shot me with a glare, “It’s too girthy, it won’t fit.” It pierce me that I’m only worth in girth and not how long my dick is, “is my size that average?”

She shakes her head, “hm… not too much, I say about 6 inches.” I laugh, covering her mouth and pulling my belt to make her yelp, “quit describing my dick, now work on that pretty mouth of yours.” I said and nudge to encourage her to open wide and suck it.

She opens wide and sucks it in, I hiss and groan in pleasure as I feel her wet little mouth around my length, “fuck, that’s it…” I praise, bucking my hips forward a little, she bobs her head and make sloppy noises.

Her head goes up and down, pulling out to lick every side of my dick and jerking me off, this girl is going to make me lose my mind.

I held her head, push it down until her nostrils hit my pubic hair—she gag and taps my thigh, “no, no. My mother taught me to always finish my food in my plate.” I said and growls, smile creeping in as I use her head like a fleshlight, “so I don’t care whether you choke or gag, I’m going to make sure that you fucking. Finish. Your. Meal.” I punctuate every word as I stood up, turn her hair into a bun and started jerking myself off using her wet mouth.

I look down as I see she’s soaking in her panties and how perk up her nipples were, “fuck, that’s right. Good fucking girl, yeah?” I keep praising her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gags and find it hard to breathe, closing my eyes as I start to speed up, thrusting my hips as she pleads to slow down.

“I’m going to fuck you like a whore you are.” I breathe in and groan, “fuck, I’m going to cum, sunshine.” I warn, hissing as I shoot my load deep in her throat, her scream muffles as her mouth is full of my cock.

Gushing all my loads out, I thrust a little—making her grunt and tear up just for me to empty my balls in her mouth, I still have a lot to shoot at.

I pulled her out, covered her mouth with my palm as I force her to stand up. “Let me see you swallow,” I growl, brows knitted together as she sniff and force herself to swallow my load, I kiss her temple and whisper praises to her. “Good girl.” I said and pushed her down in her bed.

“Still up for riding my dick?” I taunt, seeing how wet her pussy is, tears drying in her cheeks as I chuckle and laugh at how cute she is.

I lie down and tap my lap for her to sit on, “come sit and put it in yourself, you’re a big girl hmm?” I hum and watch her gather herself together and sit on my lap.

Her glistening pussy nutting on my soft dick that instantly got hard, my hands on her thigh as she whimper at the minimum pleasure she’s giving herself. Arousing herself until she’s ready to be stretched out.

She held herself as she guide my harden dick right at her entrance, teasing herself with my tip as she bounce off my tip—preparing herself as she sinks in.

She screams and moan, head throwing back as I held her arm—preventing her to lose her balance, I thrust forward and she moaned loudly.

“that’s right, darling. I’m just helping…” I grinned, it took her a couple of seconds to get use of my girth as she finally started fucking herself in to my dick.

“that’s right, fucking tight. My little slut, that’s good. Bounce on my dick like a little whore you are.” I degrade and praises her performance, her hand on my chest to support herself as I buck and thrust a little to get a reaction out of her.

“I’m cumming…” she moaned, pulling up to my tip and slamming herself in—my head on the pillow as I curse out loud, “fuck, darling. Don’t do that or I’m gonna cum early…”

I smiled and held her hips in position, preventing her to move. She groan and whines at me and asked why I stopped her from getting her high, “switch,” I said, “I wanna make you scream.” I added and flip her over, my dick still inside her.

I pulled out and thrust harder, she screams and held on to my back and locks of my hair, “oh my fucking god!” she screams and drools, “that’s right, baby. Scream for me.” I taunt and kiss her neck, lifting her thighs up to her face to hit deeper, “too deep!” she complained and arch her back, moving her pussy away.

I pushed deeper until my balls were hitting her ass, she cried and came undone onto my cock, “I’m not fucking done yet, sunshine.” My pace sped up, making her bed creak and squeak. Her cries brings music to my ears as I’m lost in ecstasy inside her wet sponge pussy.

Hitting harder and deeper, I’m close.

“There darling, I’m so fucking close. Want me to shoot my load deep inside you like a slut you are, huh? Beg for it, beg for me to shoot my seeds inside you.”

She pleads and begs, tears coming down as she became a spouting non-sense, along the lines; “mhm, coming!” “Oh my god! Shit, yes, yes!” “ngh, fuck me—!”

My hips stutter as I push my cock deeper, pulling out and slamming my hips as I came inside her. Her legs giving out and trembling, her throat sore from all the screaming and her whole body a mess.

I laugh and growl at her, leaning down as I thrust a few more to get all my load out. “Don’t cry, sunshine. I’m not that rough.” I smiled and kiss her cheeks, “you just had one of the best orgasm you had in entire of your life.”

I pulled out and took tissues to clean her up, zipping up my pants and took her some fresh clothes and dress her up in her pj’s.

She’s getting sleepy, her eyes puffy from all that tearing up because I made her cry from my cock. I scoot over and wrap my arms around her, letting her go with her sleep slumber.

I kiss her temple once again, “I hope you dream about me, sunshine.” I said before going to sleep after her.

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Chapter 8: THE SUN

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Hi and thanks for this request! I wanted to get this posted yesterday, but um...let's pretend it's still yesterday 🙃

Wicked - Silvio Ricci x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my Kinktober 2022 event

Pairing: Silvio Ricci x Reader

Prompt: edging

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; orgasm delay; oral sex (reader receives); vaginal penetration

“Silvio, ahhhh….” you moaned, wrapping your fingers in Silvios pale locks, pushing his face closer to your core, your legs resting on his shoulders. “Just like that.”

Silvio looked up - turquoise eyes glittering with mischief, yours pleading for release - a sharp smile upon his lips, denying you the satisfaction you so desperately needed. “What did you just say?”

Your head fell back upon the plush pillow under your head, frustration creasing your beautiful face. This man, this horrible, awful, evil man. You were tempted to crush his head between your thighs.

“You are a cruel, cruel man,” you muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow. 

Silvio teased your clit with his thumb, flashing a devious smile. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“Less talking and more…” you moaned as Silvio inserted two fingers inside you, his thrusts rough, merciless. 

“Woman, you don’t tell me what to do. I’m in charge tonight,” Silvio said, his smile now gone. “It’ll all be worth it…eventually,” he added, as he slowed his pace, enjoying how you writhed under his ministrations.

You gripped the satin bed sheets, your knuckles turning white, as Silvio had his way with you - slow, fast, slow - until you were a dripping mess. You had lost count of the number of times you had been sent to the edge, only to be yanked back to reality, your euphoria slipping through your fingers like sand. 

Picking his head up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before tapping your thigh, a hint for you to roll over onto your belly. Soft moans slipped from your lips as your lover dragged his palms down your body, nerves tingling everywhere you were touched. 

A shiver crawled up your spine as Silvio ran his hands down along your backside; he dug his fingers into your soft skin, roughly massaging you as he spread your hips.

“Please, Silvio. Please…” you begged; the words breathless as they fell from your mouth. 

“Please what?” Silvio asked, his breath hot on your ear as he leaned over your body. 

Your body screamed fuck me, but the words just would not form on your lips. “Silvio…” you pleaded once more, praying for an ounce of kindness from this wicked man, your body weak for Silvio's cock. 

As if to prove how cruel he could be, he rubbed the tip of his cock against your slit. Whimpering, you closed your eyes, and rested your head on the pillow, resigned to just wait. Wait to be fucked. Wait to be pleasured. Wait to be satisfied. 

Holding your breath, your waited patiently for Silvio to be done teasing your entrance. Arching your back, you pushed your hips against Silvio's; his fingers dug into your skin, certain to leave bruises tomorrow. 

“Good girl,” he praised, as he pushed his cock inside you; already slick with arousal, he groaned loudly as he slid his entire length easily into you.

Silvio didn’t wait for you to adjust to his size; he began thrusting inside you, his hips rolling against yours, each stroke stoking the fire that was blazing in your belly.  Waves of pleasure coursed through your body, a pleased smile on your face as Silvio increased his pace. 

Still buried deep inside you, he stopped. You whined, pushing your hips against his, needing him, wanting him. 

“Tell me you’re mine, woman," he finally commanded. 

You let out a shaky breath, your body trembling. “I’m yours.”

Silvio slowly pulled out, and then slammed his cock back inside you; his hands firm on your hips, pulling you tight against him, groaning each time he filled you with his cock. His thrusts now brutal, you moaned his name each time his balls smacked your skin. 

Stars danced behind your eyes; rapture rolled throughout your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you cried out his name. With a loud grunt, he plunged his cock deep inside you, his seed filling your womb, satisfying your every need. 

"You're mine," he whispered, his body collapsed next to yours, stroking your hair, soothing you as you rested blissfully in his arms.

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Unearthly Desires 3

Warnings: this series contains dark elements such as noncon and rape, manipulation, possible violence, power play, unjustified use of mischief and magick, size kink, blow job, humiliation.

This takes place after Ragnarök and I am ignoring IW and Endgame because I can.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Character: dark!Loki x short!reader

Synopsis: You’re just another worker on the ant hill of Stark Industries, but you unwittingly catch the eye of a formidable and fearsome god.

Note: I woke up at 2am yesterday and it was a rough day. Hope y’all are doing ok.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

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“Pet,” Loki’s fingers tickle along your shoulders, brushing along the lace collar, “my thirst has returned.”

His hands drift down your arms and grips your hips, urging you off of him. He lifts you to your feet and you groan as an ache of emptiness lingers in your walls. You feel hollow as you struggle to get your balance and you brace his knee as your legs waver dangerously.

“How pathetic,” he pinches your ass and you pull away from him, “now, my patience wears, little one.”

“My prince,” you bow your head and turn, walking with legs slightly apart as a whimper dies on your tongue. 

Every step pulses in your core as your cunt longs for its former fullness, yet you don’t think you can take any more. You enter the kitchen and pour another glass, red droplets trickling down the outside of the glass as your movement remains clumsy and unsure. You take a breath and the glass and turn slowly.

Loki remains as he was, shameless as his cock hangs out on his lap. You cross to him and hold out the glass. He takes it and tuts, switching hands as he flicks away wine.

“You’ve made a mess,” he beckons you closer, “clean it up.”

He grabs your chin and shoves two fingers into your mouth. He slides them to the back of your tongue and pushes until you nearly gag. He rips them away roughly and wipes your spit down your cheek.

“I expect you to be more mindful in future,” he says, “now, you will fetch a rag to wipe away this excess.”

You nod and catch yourself. ‘Yes, my prince’, the words crawl off your tongue as you turn away. You go to find a dishcloth from the drawer and return to him again, wiping the weeping glass and stem as he holds it out. He watches, his eyes betraying little.

You twist the cloth in your hands as you resist wiping the mess on your face away. He snickers and nudges your chin with his knuckle.

“Well, since we are discussing cleanliness, you may have a moment to tidy yourself,” he smirks, “though I do like the sight of you covered in me, little one. You wear it well.”

“Thank you,” you say without thinking.

“Oh, you will thank me in time,” he flicks you away with his his fingers, “now I will enjoy my wine in the meanwhile.”

You hesitate, watching him a moment before you retreat. As you become overly aware of the dried cum across your face and your nakedness, the urgency to get away grows manic. You scurry away and quickly enter the bathroom, snapping the door shut carelessly before twisting the faucet.

You bend over to rinse your face with the warm water and dampen the cloth to scrub roughly at your skin. When your cheeks are almost raw from the effort, you relent and shut off the water. You leave the cloth hung over the tap and pat yourself dry with the towel hanging from the bar.

You hear the television and the clink of crystal as you emerge. You watch the shadows against the wall before tiptoeing down the hall towards your bedroom. You go to the dresser and pull open the top drawer, searching for something to wear.

"I don't believe I told you to do that," Loki's voice spooks you, a squeak slipping between your lips. 

The apartment is silent and dark as you peer out the hallway and turn to him. He's entirely naked, reclined across your bed, arms behind his head and legs splayed unabashedly. You rest your hands on the open drawer behind you and look at the ceiling instead.

"The wine has left me wanting, as you have, pet," he taunts and you see the twitch along the bottom of your vision, "I believe you midgardians have done away with the custom but are you aware of the duties taken by a bed warmer?"

"I… can guess?"

"You can?" He retorts mockingly, "in Asgard, I had the fairest maidens lined up for the privilege."

You scrunch your lips, holding back the not so nice thought needling in your temple. You’re a nice person, you try to be, but he makes you think mean things. You cross your arms and swat.

“I’m sorry, your–”

“Tell me,” he intones as he bends a leg, shifting to look at you.

“Tell you?”

“Why you look ready to pounce? And not in the manner I prefer.”

“I don’t kn--”

“You are angry, little one,” he declares with amusement, “my, my, I did wonder how much you could take–”

“I’m not–”

“You are, so tell me. Let me hear it.”

“I… no. I don’t want to say.”

He sucks in air, his chest rising and when he lets it out, his figure dissipates. Suddenly, he’s in front of you, his hand at your throat as he forces your chin up. He pushes you against the dresser until the drawer shuts and you lurch back with a gasp. You catch yourself against the wood as you gape up at him.

“Pet,” he growls and a flash of electricity crackles from the collar, drawing each nerve to its limit. You cry out and slap his arm as you shake from the jolt, “I do not like liars.”

You sniff as your fingers slip down his arm and your hand falls back to your side. You bat your lashes as he squeezes your neck, “your majesty, I only…” you croak past his stranglehold, “Asgard is gone.”

His eyes flash and the lace collar zaps you once more. He pulls back his grip as you exclaim and the surge buzzes through you. You stagger and crumple to your knees.

“Asgard is gone,” he snarls as he paces away, “but I very much remain, pet.” He snaps his fingers and taps the low footboard at the end of the bed, “as does my will. And my wrath.”

“I’m sorry, I did not want to to–”

“You thought it, whether you wanted to say it or not,” he sneers as he keeps his back to you, pointing to the low metal bar, “come and set your hands here.”

“I–”

“Do not make me repeat myself anon,” he lifts his long digit and shakes out his hair. The muscles in his back tense, his figure corded with an inhuman strength woven beneath the flesh, “you pathetic mortal.”

You gulp and stand straight, still rattled from the violent shocks. You cross the room stiffly as he hovers along the other side of the bed. You do as he bid and faced the bed, bending to grip the metal frame. He tilts his head as his green iris peeks from the corner of his eye and he spins deliberately.

He comes around and you wince, squeezing the bar tight as you brace for his next strike. He stops short, lurking, and slowly, torturously brushes his hand down your back, tracing your spine with his fingertips. He trails down to grope your ass and leans in.

“I think you need to be reminded what you are,” he grits, “rather, who I am.”

He squeezes, digging in his nails until you whimper. You clench your jaw and your knuckles ache, palms chafe around the metal bar. He drags his hand away and at once, your flesh is fiery with hot pain. It hurts so bad you hardly realise you’ve been struck. He does it again, lashing your ass as your thighs tremble and you murmur.

“Ow, please–”

“Ah, ah, this is the lesson, pet, you don’t talk back. You bend over and take it. That is all you’re good for. I’d ask if you understand but I don’t need you to think.” 

He spanks you again and you yipe. He hushes you and you bite your lip to keep the next whine from leaking out. Your body quakes from the torment of his relentless assault, his hand raining down on you over and over, the clap of flesh on flesh echoing between your barely muffled babbling. 

Your eyes well and your cheeks wet as the agony weeps down to your chin. He pauses as you shudder and pant. You stare at the floor through the haze of tears and sniffle. Is it over?

He brings his hand down again, harder than ever. You squeal and your legs collapse as you fold onto the floor. Your grasp remains locked around the bed frame as you sob and shake against the bed. You can’t take any more.

“Please, please…” you croak, “please, your maj-es-ty,” you hiccup and plead, “please, I– I— I’m sorry.”

You clamp your eyes shut and lean against the bed. You wait. You know he won’t listen. That he only delights in your fear and pain. He’ll make you stand and start again. Or worse. 

Nothing happens. You slowly part your eyelids and look up. He’s not there. Not in front of you, not behind you. You let go of the metal frame and turn. Where did he go?

You get up, swaying on your weak legs, and catch yourself against the wall. You waddle to the door and peek down the hall. The rest of the apartment is buried in black. You touch your ass lightly and groan.

Cautiously, you continue down to the front room and flip on the lights. He’s not there. There’s no trace of him. Nothing more than the sting in your ass. You don’t understand. Are you crazy?

The lights flicker, a tint of green flickering over the room, before the bulb fizzles out. You stagger back and hit the wall. You gulp and glance at your bedroom door. You go back but find nothing different. He’s gone. Truly gone.

But for how long?

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You’re certain Friday night was a nightmare until you roll over and cry out at the tenderness. You feel the bruises sunk into your flesh and move slowly to keep the pain from radiating. You slide across the bed on your stomach and grab your phone. It’s almost noon!

Jesus. You cover your face as you hang along the edge of the bed.

A tickle runs up your side and a hot breath flutters across your cheek. “Get up, little one.”

You sit up without thinking and cry out as a pang ripples through you. You look over your shoulder at the empty bed and sigh. Why? Is it not enough to physically torture you, he has to fuck with your mind?

“Loki?” You utter and clear your throat, “your majesty?” You stand, cradling your ass lightly as you hobble forward, “hello?”

You hear his laugh, that sinister snicker and whip around. It’s just you and his damn tricks. You fall against the wall and huff. This isn’t going to be a nice weekend of relaxation and recovery. No self-love for you. No mindless slothing on the couch. But what it entails, you have no idea.

You pull down the crooked hem of your night shirt and amble down the hall. You turn into the bathroom, groggily rubbing your eyes as your head pulses from too much sleep. As you shut the door behind you, the floor shifts and you throw your hands out to catch yourself.

In place of your bathroom, is an unfamiliar space. You stumble as you find nothing but air to catch you and barely keep from landing on your face. You set your feet as you look around, clutching at a fold in your shirt nervously.

The walls are painted a deep blue and the floors are set with dark hardwood. The living room is spacious, nearly the size of your entire bachelor apartment in one. An artificial fire stove is housed in a grey brick cubby below a mantel decorated with a variety of crystals and gems, some appear to be glowing as other hardly seem solid.

A carpet is sprawled beneath the long sofa and its matching suede chaise, arranged before the tall windows that make up the far wall and look out into the city. It’s the type of place you see listed online under a price with two commas. The kind you scroll on by.

You near the window, passing the tall slate bar with its golden rails and leather-topped stools. You stop before the glass, feeling the cold seeping in from outside as you stare out at the pale noon sky. You must be sleeping, dreaming.

“Now, now, have you no shame?” Loki’s voice slithers up your spine and a cool air swirls around you.

“Wha–” you look down as your night shirt disappears and you cover yourself with a squeak. You turn to face Loki, your ass exposed to the stories below, hopefully too far to see you, “why am I here?”

“Why, isn’t that a stupid question,” he sits in the armchair, a leg draped over the other in his nonchalance.

“This is your place?”

“Again, pet, you do ask the most clever questions.”

You dip your chin down, again reminded of your nudity, “why did you leave–”

“You want me to believe you preferred me to stay,” he mocks, “of course, what you prefer hardly matters. As much as my reasons are none of your concern.”

“But I–”

“Are you sore still?”

“A little–” you meet his eye, his brow betraying his impatience and the indifference to your response, “your majesty, I’m sorry.” You quickly get to your knees, “I forgot–”

“Yes, yes,” he says exasperated, “you don’t seem to hang onto much, do you?”

“I’m learning… trying, er, your majesty.”

“Get up,” he tuts, “and come.”

He beckons to you with two fingers and you stand. As you approach him, you notice how he wears only a black silk robe, himself slightly disheveled as his waves spill across his shoulders. You stop before him and poke your tongue out nervously.

“Can I ask something else?” 

“You just have,” he says flippantly as he looks you up and down, “though I didn’t bring you hear to talk.”

You nod and rub your lips together. “Sorry, my pr–”

“Ask,” he exhales sharply. “I do hate to see you fidget so irritatingly.”

“W–, um, why me?”

He laughs. A great guffaw that has him stifling his humour in his fist. He pushes his shoulders back and shakes his head, “little one, do you think you’re special?”

You frown, “well, no, but…”

“Good, good, that would be a very foolish thought, even for you,” he presses his long finger to his lips as he calms his snickers. Slowly, he drops his hand as his eyes glimmer dangerously, “of course, there is a reason, but it could’ve been anyone.”

“Oh?”

“If you must know, I will explain,” he slides his hand across his lap, pulling aside his robe, “once you warm my cock.”

You can’t hide your surprise. No matter how often he speaks so brusquely, it puts you off. So brazen and crass. You wonder if that is also an Asgardian pastime. It hardly matters.

“Your mouth or your cunt, I care not which.”

You flinch and push your thighs together. The night before lingers in your throat and clenches your walls as you think of the hours spent around him. You move towards him and turn. As you grasp the arm rest and lift yourself, he helps you as he grips your hips and urges you over him. 

You reach below to line him up, a telling quiver in your touch as you question your own demureness. He nudges you down onto him as you hesitate and he gives a long groan. You clutch the armrest tight as he stretches you.

“You are somewhat amusing with how you try to pretend,” he taunts, “we both know you aren’t brave enough to keep your legs closed to me.”

Your lips part but you have no argument. He’s right about your lack of courage. You can’t even disagree.

“Let me,” he holds your hips and tilts you until he growls, “oh, little one… let me not get distracted so soon. So I will answer your question. Why you?” He moves you slowly and you feel the tension coil in his chest as it presses to your back. “You, pet, are convenient. You are small and insignificant. You have no spine and no purpose. Most notably, you are unremarkable. That is to say, there is no one who would ever notice that I’ve chosen you or the litany of things I will do to you.” He hums and his hot breath scalds over your, “You are forgettable and when I finish with you, I will cherish how quickly you slip from my mind. A toy for my pleasure only so long as I am stranded on this cursed rock.”

You don’t say anything. There isn’t anything to say. If you even tried, he would hear the way your throat clenches and how your eyes sting. He would know just by your voice that he is completely right. And he would know that he hurt you deeply. No, you won’t let him have that.

He moans as he moves you again, rocking you in his lap as he leans back, “pet, please, you know why exactly you are here.”