#dark thor x reader smut

[justjams2003]

Thundering return

Cha~ idfk hello:) I want more dark Thor >:( Please somebody, I need it. Or mob boss Thor, anything where he is doing something criminal >:(

Pairing: Dark!Thor x slave!wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of previous rape, manipulation, stockholm syndrome type situation, violent sex, degrading, praising.

Summary: Thor comes home lustful after a heavy battle in need for a release. (Basically just smut)

Word count: 1.6k, not edited also it’s 1:30 am

When you first got hear, the sound of a storm made yours body quiver with fear. Fear of Thor, of his return. A clear sign that his mood is unstable and most likely you will be forced into the cross fires of that anger. You will be used to relieve that frustration, in any way he possibly sees fit.

After all, your marriage was forced. Your father and the all father coming to agreement. You were seen as one of the most beautiful maidens, creatures to have lived, right under the gods of course. And so you were married off and Thor was in complete defiance.

Yet still, he was over protective of you. Not allowed out without him by your side or a select view guards. Not allowed to make eye contact with any man nearby. Not to speak without his before-decided permission. All outfits had to be seen by him before any other could see.

It confused you at first, his quick mood changes. One moment he’d be cherishing your whole being with such devouring eyes. Protecting you at all costs and making sure not another would even think of upsetting you. You were happy about the marriage, having heard many good things about him.

But at nights when thunderstorms were booming loud and he took you without question, you put up a fight. As any other would. That would only upset him more. But soon he convinced you and made you realise this is how he shows his love. He’s tired and angry and then he turns to you to comfort him.

To you, he goes to you for relief. You can’t go on without him. He is the reason you have all these lavish gowns and feasts upon feasts. People protecting you from the horrors outside of the castle walls. You have the most handsome prince in all nine realms relishing your body. And so you realised how much you need him. Giving yourself to him fully and allowing yourself to be happy here.

So when thunderclouds began to form late in the afternoon, your heart raced wildly. Finally he is to return from his battle. He’s been gone at least two weeks now and it has been hell for you. Beyond lonely as you are usually to accompany Thor everywhere.

And so when you awoke just slightly past midnight with a huge boom and clap of thunder you immediately grew wet with anticipation. Urgently your closest maiden rushes in, slamming the doors open. “His Majesty has returned and demands your greeting at once,” she says, already helping her exit.

Thor is first in the greeting hall. His blonde hair is dripping wet, similar to how you are feeling. His eyes are filled with a dark cyclone. Just then as those tempestuous blue eyes land on your figure, a massive lightning bolt hits the ground. Illuminating the everything behind Thor, making him seem like only a dark shadow.

“Wife...” His voice is dripping with lust and yet his eyes filled with anger, jealousy and an emotion indescribable to you. Then you realise. Thor’s fighting company is right behind him. The Warriors Three, Sif and even Loki. They all respect you and fear you far too much to even look at your form.

He had called to you and you came without even thinking. Leaving in only a night gown, one made of satin and silk. Perfectly falling over your curves like a waterfall smooths over rocks. Thor grabs you, right by the waist. Pressing your body as close to him as you can.

You follow his lead, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. Bringing him in even closer. “We will discuss this in the bedroom.” He states, with a low growl into your ear. “For now you will stand behind me as I greet my friends for the night.” He commands to you, his voice low and trilling.

And so you listened and followed his every word. Waiting as he allows your maid to leave, commanding her to start with feast plans. He greets his friends with joyous laughter and an adrenaline filled hug. And finally when they were all gone, he turned to you.

His eyes switching from fire to lightning. He does not speak a single word but simply grabs you closer by the neck once more. His lips grapple around yours, his hands dropping mjolnir with a thud. Causing you to jump slightly and he easily takes that as an opportunity to do both pull you up to wrap your legs around his waist and devour his tongue into your mouth.

His hands squeezes onto your waist and the other holding onto your ass for dear life. Bruises will most definitely be left there within the next hour. Soon, not even sure how it was that soon, you reach the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed without much care.

“You whore!” Is his very first words, watching your every move and every curve in his body. Again a bolt strikes, he also begins removing his clothes. His cape falling, chain-mail clattering to the floor. “I spend two weeks away, surrounded by women throwing themselves at me.” His voice gruffs out as he continues.

Each time he wants to put extra care to a word thunder would boom or lightning would strike. “And I had to keep myself away from them. For your sake! To keep you happy, keep our image clean.” He explained, as if it is such a big thing to do.

But to you, it does. To you it is the most obvious thing in the world. You weren’t allowed around a select few men, not allowing you to be seduced. Thor doesn’t have that same privilege. Having to keep his mind pure without someone there to help him. Sure to others it makes no sense, but you’re so in love it only makes sense to you.

“Then the first thing you do, is show up in that! In front of Loki even!” Thor is sacred of losing you, to anybody. Especially to Loki, not that he had done much to deserve such treatment. “That...” he mumbles out, finally dropping his pants. Allowing his massive girth to show fully.

He purrs, crawling onto the bed and fiddling with the night slip. “This is not much to cover yourself with,” he seems to chuckle. Then, just to show how much stronger he is than you, he rips the garment right from your skin. Another bolt hits when he sees your body in full.

The blue light creating shadows on your perfect curve. The colour just sending thrills down Thor’s spine, his colour lighting up your body. He lets out a corrupt chuckle. “By Gods, you my dear are so perfectly crafted,” he mutters, taking in to see each part of you.

“I quite like seeing blue on you,” he announces, his cock right on your clit. Both of you slippery and so ready for each other. “Oh fuck,” you moan out feeling him rub himself on you. Feeling just how big he gets from seeing you. Then his mouth is all over your body.

Kissing and sucking on each part of flesh that will be seen when wearing any garment. Leaving hickeys that will turn blue by the morning. So that everyone can see who exactly you belong to. The whole time rubbing his girth up and down your clit and vulva.

At that point you were coming close, he knew how to get you there even if it is with just his cock. Meaning that he knows damn well just how close your are becoming. He removes himself from you. His dark eyes lit with joy at the whines that leave your mouth.

“You dark get to whine, you pretty little slut.” He warns you, flaring his nostrils with annoyance. “This is for me and me alone. You are to take my cock like the good scant pet you are.” He commands, lifting your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your hole.

“Yes, my prince,” you’ve been trained well. Knowing exactly how to respond to him. He smirks at this and thrusts himself deep inside you. He moans out, burrowing his face in your neck. “So tight for your husband,” he mutters out. You can’t help but wince and also moan from the sheer size of him.

Even after each time it is still so hard to take him all in. Your legs wrapping around him to bring him in even deeper. Have himself close to you just to ground yourself. Your head lolling back as he pounds into you. Your mind going numb from the pure pleasure.

In between he leaves praises and then calling you exactly the opposite. And finally when Thor feels himself coming closer, he lifts you up higher. To get himself deeper in you. Perfectly hitting your pelvic bone, hitting your clit just right.

“Tomorrow you will have my cum leaking out of you.” He commands, knowing full well this will go on for most of the night. Cumming deep into you over and over again. Just like now, hot liquid spewing deep inside of you, allowing you to do the same with him deep inside you.

Thor used you in every way he could that night. Leaving marks all over you, leaving your body a hot, gushing mess. And finally when he decided rest is needed, to have you looking for the feast. “You’re sleeping naked from now on.” Is the last thing he says to you.

A/N : So I missed the birthday post...because I kept coming up with new ideas. But I promise I am like,,,,, 5000 words away from being finished? It’s worth the hype, to me at least, I have bee planning it for like 3 years now. Anyways, I am a whore for dark!Thor. Which, doesn’t really fit in my story so here we are. (Thank you for all the followers btw and to everyone still supporting even though I am so inconsistent.) 

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[smolvenger]

The Ceremony (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: You and your dear prince, Loki of Asgard, are finally getting married. But in order for the marriage to be legitimate, your wedding night and consummation must be witnessed...

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: 18+ SMUT Y'ALL ! SMUT! SMUT IN THE LAST THIRD! Voyeurism, loss of virginity, fem receiving oral, p in v sex, dirty talk, loss of innocence kink and some possessiveness kink. But lots of fluff, especially romantic, wedding fluff. Loki is a good protective fiancee/husband. I did wee research on Norse weddings but it's not about the accuracy, it's about the vibes.

A/N: This was written especially for @lokisprettygirl/ @lokisprettygirl22 (if I tag the wrong person, I apologize!) Follower Count Celebration as a submission! Wanted to try something I always wanted to write and get a new piece out there! Enjoy!

Comments, reblogs, dms, and asks about my work are always appreciated!

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“The Wedding Night must be witnessed by the court in order for the marriage to be valid,” Heimdall announced.

There was a silence over the table where all of you sat. Your jaw dropped and the look on the face of your intended prince Loki, became pure white. The other faces at the table all remained composed. Though Thor looked down a little, blushing.

Your dear Prince Loki asked you to marry him in his mother’s garden. You kissed him and said yes as you both cried happy tears and embraced. You were not born to royalty like he. You understood that there were certain parts of etiquette that had to be upheld. Traditions that would be honored. And everything you learned so far made sense and didn’t seem too bad or out of place. Bow to the AllFather as king. Use “please” and “thank you.” Watch your words. Show respect to the Allmother Frigga. All of that was common sense.

But this…this was different.

You had never lain with a man before. You and Loki shared heated kisses and embraces, but they were always interrupted before it could go further. Sif would walk in and clear her throat. Frigga would call to talk to her son. And then hearing on the insistence of a future princess being chaste, you thought it was pure dumb luck. After the engagement, both of you agreed to wait. So, there would be absolutely no reason for anyone to object to the marriage.

But the times you imagined what your first time would be like, you never imagined it being watched by others!

“There are…ways around it, but it is how it is done…and Y/N, your parents assured us you are…untouched, yes?” Heimdall asked, despite the slight embarrassment in his tone.

“Yes…yes I am,” you confirmed.

Loki glanced at you, then he stretched out a hand to hold yours on the table.

“We…we don’t have to do it. No one should force Y/N to do it!” he argued.

“First, we must guarantee a possible heir should Thor never have one.”

Thor flared his nostrils.

“Second and more important, we need certainty of the marriage’s consummation. It could risk annulment if not-then you both will not even be considered married.”

Loki moved his chair to be closer to you and wrapped a protective arm around you. You could feel him tighten up. Like he was going to whip out his daggers and fight Heimdall there and then.

“Could I have a say in this? A choice?” you voiced out.

The idea….of people all watching then turned in your head. It was a little nerve wracking. But something else was stirring inside you. Finally making love to the most desirable man in the nine realms as people watched became suddenly…titillating. You felt your lower innards already begin to anticipate it. It was no longer dread…it was excitement.

Loki gripped your hand and arm. Both of you shared a look and then you stared out at them. Faces all turned to you. Odin was quiet and crossed his arms. Frigga only folded her hands, but her eyes were soft. Her mouth half-open as if to speak, yet she didn’t. Thor’s eyes became giant, blue plates on his face, and he listened with intensity. Now they had to listen to you- their future princess.

“I say…we should do it. We will have the bedding ceremony. It’s tradition and might as well follow it. And that way, no one will question Loki being my husband, as he is in my heart already,” you announced.

Loki relaxed- you felt the muscles from his arm and the hold on his hand soften. He even blinked rapidly and began a slow smile.

“I have my consent for the bedding ceremony,” you announced.

Loki looked at them with a nod.

“If she is fine by it, then so am I.” he agreed.

Done and done. Heimdall nodded with a small smile-it was settled with only a minor conflict. The table then moved on to discuss other things about the wedding. One minute you were discussing the consummation, and next there was discussion of what color the bridesmaids would wear, and which roast meat to serve at the feast! When they got up and left, Loki practically pulled you aside. He touched your shoulders, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Y/N. Let me know. You don’t have to please them-you don’t have to let them force you to do anything you don’t want to. Please tell me- you can always tell me your secrets, darling. Y/N- are fine with the consummation ceremony?”

“Why do you ask?” you pressed.

Loki cupped your cheek with both hands. His voice grew intense.

“I swore to you to defend you. And this includes my own palace- I won’t let any of them humiliate you! I’ll kill them if they do!” he declared.

You leaned into his touch, kissing his hand. You gave him a smile. You reached up to touch his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Loki…I…I am fine by it. I am…you need not worry. I think it will be nerve wracking, yes. I am not out of my wits to admit it. But it’s also…tantalizing.  I like the idea of people watching us when we do it,” you replied.

You heard him let out a long exhale. Then he wrapped his arms around you to keep you close. You both looked up at each other. You could sense the adoration in his eyes. He was protective-because he cared about you. And that made you even prouder to call him yours.

“My dear lady…and soon my wife…if this is not under any pressure, and your decision…then it is yours and ours,” he said.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. He flashed a smile that could make Jotun itself melt.

“Then…only a week?” you asked.

“Only a week.” He confirmed.

“But Loki, when I lie with you the first time…Will it hurt?”

He smiles.

“Maybe not…unless you beg me to hurt you…”

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Seven days flew by. Before you knew it, the wedding arrived.

It was a beautiful, opulent wedding. Flowers decorated the place in every corner. There was going to be an altar, or a hörgr, placed on the throne room on a table. Even that was decorated. There were green ribbons tied around each column and table. After all, you were still marrying a prince! The guests were all bedecked in their finest clothes. Long silk gowns and velvet draping the floors. To make sure there was no doubt that this was a royal wedding.

      Your bridesmaids did their best to calm you in the other room before it began. One squeezed your hand. The other smoothed out the skirt of your dress. Assuring you it would be alright.

It made your mind wander. You were about to lie with Prince Loki for the first time in front of others. It made your heartbeat faster. But no... that was for later. Now you only had to stand by at an altar and make vows before the AllFather. That was all. Nothing complicated.

“I heard that prince Loki himself is nervous! Pacing about the halls in his cape! All because he wants to be good for you! He’s the same as you are now!” one gossiped.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yes, really! Everyone gets nervous on their wedding day, Y/N!”

You did notice a little crumb on your dress from when all of you had snacks of bread, cheese, and grapes to keep you satiated before the meal. You laughed and wiped it off.

Your own gown was a white one- to represent innocence. Virtue. Though now that you were about to become a princess it sparkled everywhere in the long, full skirt. It was as if you were made of diamonds. But there was a touch of sensuality to it. The sleeves fell off your shoulders and revealed your neckline and collarbones. You had to smile at the big of cleavage it did show. To give Loki especially what he had to look forward to. Tonight, and all his nights.

Then it was announced for the marriage ceremony to begin. Your own parents went over to stand by you to give you away. to stand in the front row. To see you, their dear little girl, on her big day.

Servants held out lit candles for everyone. Thor's own seemed tiny in his big hands. Only Loki and Heimdall, who was performing the ceremony, did not hold any. Loki, bedecked in his armor, a smaller version of his helmet (he was worried if he kissed you, the larger helmet would knock down and whack you on the head before everyone watching), and green cape, turned to Thor.

"Brother, do not fret. I'll do the fretting for you!" Thor assured like a puppy wagging its tail. Thor couldn’t whisper if he tried, but his tone of voice was soft.

"How do I look?" Loki asked, rechecking to make sure his armor was clean for the hundredth time.

"Like a groom!” Thor assured him.

"Good..."

Thor patted a large hand on his shoulder. Then at the presence of so many flowers, the god of thunder sneezed a sneeze that could rattle bones into his arm.

      The guests all took their places, standing around the great throne room. They began to murmur like an audience to a new play. Then a few lutes, woodwinds, and a harp began playing. It was finally time.

Down went wedding party. Walking slowly to savor the occasion. They stood in their places before the altar. The guests all smiled brightly.

But none as much as Loki when you walked out.

  You walked down. You wore a veil over your face and saw it through that filter of white. But thin enough you could distinguish everything. It glittered like snow in the moonlight. You sensed that the guests smiled at you.  Your mother and father escorted you down there. You saw the court shifting their faces. Just to get a glimpse of you walking by.

 But you saw Loki at the altar through it. And feelings overflowed your chest to see him.  Despite the trembling in his hands, when you walked out, he instantly relaxed. Both of you locked eyes. You saw a small ghost of a laugh that made his shoulders drop. The gold among his green and black robes seemed to glow even more.

You noticed Thor in his long, red cape and silver breastplate next to his brother. Odin in his own armor and Frigga with her hair done up and standing bedecked in a gold dress and an elaborate necklace beaming at you. Odin looked a little bored, but what did you care? You were marrying the love of your life! You would deal with your father-in-law’s nonsense later.  

As you approached it, you handed your bouquet of flowers to a bridesmaid. Loki was standing taller when you got closer. His cheeks were red. You felt him warm up as you approached him. Then he took the veil and, with his powerful hands, lifted it from your face.

      All the eyes were on you and your own bread was curdling in your stomach. But as you looked into his eyes, you felt it was all worth it. You had never seen Loki beam so happily in ages. Your father gave you a kiss on the forehead from over the veil.  He placed your hand on Loki's. He then looked at the prince. Loki gave your father a wink and then both of you turned to face Heimdall.

You felt the god’s fingers between yours as he held it. You were entering this union together. IT was all you felt. It was like the world was just a buzz. The ringing of bells heard only in the distance. You turned your head to admire his handsome profile, and he looked back at you. For only a second, it was as if the two of you were alone in the realm. Then with an exhale, you both turned towards the altar.

"Dear people of Asgard, we are here to witness the matrimonial rite of Prince Loki, God of Mischief and Y/N. Now-make your vows to each other,” Heimdall intoned with his own powerful baritone, he raised a hand.

You both turned to each other, holding hands before the altar. Loki looked at you with his beautiful, blue eyes, and though they were wedding vows, they seemed to come naturally as if they were words just appearing in his mouth.

"I, Loki, do swear before the AllFather and AllMother, take you to be my wife, my friend, my lover, and my companion. From this day until only death parts us. Before our family and friends, I pledge you my fidelity, refusing all others as long as we live. My softest words and tenderest embraces. The protection of my crown, my magic, my sword, and my body. In battle and in peace. In sickness and in health. In joy and in sorrow. I shall respect and love you boundlessly, no matter what may happen to me or what you may do. I shall support and cherish you each morning, day and night.  From this hour, as long as we both live."

The words from him sounded so lovely, you felt a small tear in the corner of your eye. But your smile never dropped.

With a steady voice, you said your own vows back at him. There was an exchange of swords between your families and Loki’s-to symbolize the protection you would give each other. Heimdall’s then brought two rings, conjured by magic. You each slipped a ring on the finger of the other. Perfectly fitting gold bands, golden as his helmet, as light, as warmth. Both of you peeked down at the pretty bands and how they matched each other. For both of you knew, two souls so in love they merged and melded as one.

“AllFather and AllMother, protect and bless them, guide them in their new union…” all began to pray.

There were a few final prayers and a hymn. Incense was lit in honor of Freya, the goddess of love, along with an offer of flowers. Then Heimdall turned you both to face the palace. Heimdall was a serious man, but you heard his voice declaring with joy from behind you.

      "The AllFather and Allmother Now, before all the gods, the people of Asgard, and -I now declare you both-Prince and Princess of Asgard. Husband and wife. Now...seal your vows with a kiss before all."

Loki turned his face to you.  You felt his hands go to your waist pulling you closer. He kissed you there in front of everyone. You felt his tongue push forward. and you let a small sound at the feeling of it. Definitely a more sensual kiss than the normal chaste pecks he would give you in his family’s presence. You could taste cinnamon on his tongue and feel the slight brush of his long eyelashes against your face from how close he was. Then he let go. 

Everyone raised their candles and cried "All praise the AllFather and Allmother. The Prince and Princess of Asgard!"

Then they blew out their candles and applauded. You and Loki held hands as music soared. Both of you walked arm in arm. Glancing at each other like excited children and then each other. Flowers petals were even thrown in your direction as you both made you way down there. Down to the feast.

 The meal was brief. At least, it felt brief for you. Talking and attending to so many people who came over to wish you both congratulations. Loki even made a toast, calling himself the luckiest man in the nine realms to be yours. There was more food than you could name. You enjoyed the foods served that you loved. Loki insisted that you have a break from talking to guests to eat your own food at your own wedding. You ate until you were full, but not surplus to where you would get sick. Good night, if you had to have your wedding night before witnesses, you were not going to vomit.

But the time was passing. Loki looked over at you. He noticed a servant take away your plate.

“My love…are you ready now….for the…the other ceremony?” he asked.

Your heart picked as if you were running, though you sat still. Then you nodded. You brought his hands to yours and kissed it.

“Yes, husband, I am,” you assured him.

Loki looked at Heimdall. He rose and all the happy chatter from the meal fell silent.  

“Now…it is time for the bedding ceremony…” Heimdall announced.

You were led into two separate chambers. Your bridesmaids dressed you out of your gown into a white robe. It was made of lace that was so light on your skin, it was a little cold. But it was beautiful, and you touched the pattern of the fabric of your sleeves to feel it. They escorted you out through the halls. You felt your blood course through you, but you did your best to put on a brace face. But there was some stifled and suppressed giggling from all of them- even you out of your own mixed excitement and nervousness.

You were led back out to the throne room. Now there were torches alight, but it was still dark. The night’s darkness had shone and spread her ink through, and one needed a lit candle to get around. There was a crowd of courtiers, all of whom were wedding guests. But most striking of all- a bed was moved to be there in that room.

It was a canopy bed with light, white drapes. enough room for the two of you to sleep-or rather, to not sleep. Thin as a summer breeze and just as delicate.  Right before the altar and there, the two thrones. The bed itself was surrounded by flowers around it, lovely white roses and a few green ones, complimenting the green sheets and green pillows. Such a bed could only be conjured there by magic, created by magic.

Loki was then given to you. He had his own silk green robe on. His raven curls dangled over his shoulders. You saw a peek of his delicious chest from the V of the robe and licked your lips. He walked up to you. He wrapped his arms in an embrace and then whispered into your ear.

“Are you ready, my dove? Are you ready?” he repeated.

“Yes…yes I am,” you answered.

There were the musicians- the harps, woodwinds, and you heard drums too. They began to play from the corner. The court gathered more lit candles-it was dark. But with music, the candles, the flowers, and the pretty bed, it did make it…romantic, oddly. It could be much worse. Much worse would be a rough, awkward tumbling before your parents.

Loki cupped your face. He looked at you- raw without all your finery. Seeing every bit of you. His eyes did have lust as they wandered to the skin that peeked from your lace, but there was more…he was quiet. His thumb traced over your lips.

“What is it?” you asked him,

You’re so…so…beautiful…so wonderful…” he murmured.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead. Then He then turned to all of them. He raised his arms out, a signature gesture with that smile that oozed charm and mischief. Such a man. No wonder it was easy to love him. And easier to marry him. Now you only had to lie with him and now that seemed easiest of all. His own voice made desire soak through you and you felt your legs squirm, a wetness growing between you as he said the words.

“Now, all of you wish to watch? Then watch. Witness just how much I love this woman. I adore her. I want her. And now that she is my wife, see how much love and pleasure I can give her in one moment…” He boasted.

He returned to you and began to kiss you. But deeper. It was a loud, wet kiss with more tongue. You could taste the feast on him, his breath. He groaned and he kept doing it, his hands wandering up your back, feeling how only one layer separated your skin from his. He removed his lips and voiced.

“And now…now your innocence is mine too…”

He pressed against you. You felt your own body against him, naturally. His hands went down to the tie of your robe. You began to take shallow breaths, your chest heaving. Loki’s eyes fluttered to see just some of how it moved with your breasts and his smile grew devilish. He only took one step away.

“All of this tucked away from me…not anymore now…let me take you in, my dear…”

He pulled on the knot once and it was undone. He then put his hands to your shoulders and gently slid the robe off. Dramatically revealing your shoulders, your breasts, your stomach. It pooled down to your feet in a puddle of lace, revealing all of you before the court.

The eyes were watching each inch of your skin. You raise an arm to cover yourself out of habit, feeling naked on the inside as well as the outside, but Loki gently removed your arms, smiling over your breasts, stomach, hips.

“You’re exquisite, Y/N…the softness…your shape…everything. And now they all will see you…and they’ll kneel before you as they do to me, it’s only what you deserve, my little princess. Let them see you…let me see you,” he whispered.

With a sigh he kissed you again, pressing his tongue further. He put his hands behind your head. You felt him get hard beneath the thin layer of his emerald silk robe. You wrapped your arms around him, you felt yourself moaning. You were pooling more to where you wondered if a bit of your desire would creep down your thigh. You felt their eyes on you-not in judgement. Maybe like Loki said- in appreciation. Seeing you as a piece of art to be admired. Seeing you as Loki saw you. A goddess in your own right, your own way.

He then picked you up- wrapping his arms around you and you put your legs around him. You let out a little gasp and he only chuckled lightly at you. You felt your own folds opening right before his body and you shuddered, and he did too- that most delicate, private part of you now felt against him. Made public. But in a display that was more for him than for them.

He then set you down onto the bed. Positioned to where you were lying down.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband now…that I’m married to a god…” you said softly to him.

He spread your legs with his long, beautiful hands. You peeked and discovered his own cock was getting hard under his robe.

“I may be a god, but I can show you what it is to be worshipped-my hands, tongue, and cock are your acolytes now…” he replied.

He began to untie his own robe to give him freedom.

“And they make offerings, like this…”

He dove onto the bed. He lifted your legs and plunged his tongue inside your entrance. You felt him lick up your walls-gently exploring.  The feeling of him tasting, sucking on each small bit of you. You begin to gasp and moan.  The crowd whispered lightly.

“L-Loki….it…it feels so good…where…keep…yes-oh!” you began to moan as he tasted you.

 You felt his nose and his breath there, cold against your wet pussy. He gave a peck to each part as he climbed up. Up to where the most precious bud of all was found. He began to lick your clit, slowly. But you felt a tingle all around you. You let out another moan for not only the throne room but for the whole palace to see.

“Oh! Norns-yes…please!” you voiced.

You tried to reach your hands down to feel hm, his hair, his shoulders. To never lose touch of your husband. He paused. You could feel him smile against your opening-his own altar.

“Yes-I want you- let them. Let all of them know who it is who gives you pleasure. Let them all know who it is who you belong to now. Let them all know, and anyone who tries to spoil my marriage, that no man can fuck you like I can…no man can pleasure you like me…”

You let out another moan in response. You could feel the eyes of the crowd widening. Maybe they too were a little aroused by this display. This was a ceremony- sacred and necessary. But this time it was…different. Your own pleasure was there at the center. You made another sound that would have made the AllMother herself blush. Loki’s voice rumbled through your body.

He removed his mouth. He then moved to stand up on the floor, towering over you.

You felt as if you were staring to fly when he tasted you, but you never left the ground. But you had no wings that were open. You had your legs.

He then finally undid the knot of his robe. You realized how wet you were. You ached for him. You were writhing, sighing out. You still felt your folds dripping both with desire and the teasing of his tongue.

“Loki…please….I ache for you-I want you, I’m so ready for you-fuck me into this bed and make me yours!” you mewled.

He smirked. He let his robe fall free of the knot.

“A beautiful little innocent begging for me….hm, I have both in one. A princess and a concubine. How lucy am I… How would that beautiful voice scream when I thrust inside her…”

You ached for release. You felt a throbbing inside you. How long would this take? Would you have to touch yourself before he was done?

“Here…take me…take your husband…make me-one with you. Continue this ceremony! You begged.

There were prayers given up by the crowd. Soft but present.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace.”

There was no denial that Loki himself was a god from his body. Out came his chest-perfectly chiseled pecs and abdominals. Strong biceps and broad shoulders contrasting and complimenting his deliciously small waist. A trail of dark hair leading down to where his hard cock was against his stomach. It was leaking already-he wanted you as much as you wanted him. Maybe more.

With another devilish smile, he then leaned down and got on the bed.

“Now are you ready, sweet little dove, to take me-your god, your husband- are you ready to be my wife?”

You nodded with a whimper.

He crawled on top of you, taking a look over your body. Beautiful and all for him for the rest of his days. And norns, he was going to take care of it. He kept your legs open, then began to sheath himself inside you.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace,” chanted the crowd.

Finally, finally he first entered inside. There was only a little pain-but you let out a shout.

“Oh! Oh-you’re! You’re so…so big! I’m so full!” you cried wantonly.

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“A large cock and a beautiful wife…what more could I want now? Yes- cry out. Tell them how much you love this cock. How much pleasure it gives you, my dear…”

He began to thrust into you. His hips snapping slowly. You were letting out gasps-it felt so good. Better than you could have imagined. You were getting dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut except to see him. To enjoy the feeling. Each thrust to your insides, to your womb was natural. How he fits you as perfectly as the rings around your finger. A small hymn was being sung by the crowd as the music played. Gentle as a lullaby but instead was not an offering of your virginity to a god of both mischief and desire. But the volume was   matched by your whore-like moans and the grunts of Loki on top of you.

The volume of the song increased. So did his pace.

He picked it up. He lifted your leg to be on top of his shoulder. You could practically hear your skin colliding each time. He began to slam you into the bed. It seemed the altar nearby and each candle was shaking from the power of his thrusts.

“Oh! Oh-my-oh-gods, husband! You’re-oh!” you started to cry.

“Yes…yes bit by bit…I’ll-nrgh-claim you-norns-yes, here on this bed…. Have them-damn-have them all watch-yes-watch you become a wife-gods-watch me -yes-that good little princess, good little wife, good little whore, too-norns-here-taking me-taking me well-“

He then placed you to lean against the tall headboard of the bed. So you sat up, slid you up.

“Darling, uhm-what is-“you could voice.

He wrapped your arms against your waist and hit you deeper. And a finger went down to your bud, and you let out another cry.

You felt the bed shake-you heard the flowers shake with you, petals dropping. The singing and praying and music continued, already overwhelming you with the pleasure of your husband’s cock. And all of them watching you become awakened to the joys of the bedroom before all of them. For them to know how much you both loved each other. And with a gasping kiss, he began to fuck you harder, deeper.

“The-the-the beds! It’s going to-to-to break!” you fretted between each deep, fast thrust. You held onto his chest and kept him close.

“Let it break! Let it! Gods-yes, my little wife-fuck! Giving me everything-norns, gods…”

You were gasping, writhing beneath his touch, feeling it all as he pounded. He was repeating your name, his own hymn in his straining voice.

“My wife, now mine, finally mine-hela-every way mine-should-should have you on the throne too-yes-have you on my cock there, have them watch that too-nrgh!” he grunted with each movement.

And you felt something spinning inside you. You were not going to last. It was all overwhelming you. Sweet overstimulation. The drums were beating, it seemed hard, and his thrusts were getting harder. The harps played and you couldn’t make out the words of the hymn.

He was going at it. Rutting at you-showing both the grace of a prince and the power of a lover. Something was bubbling. Like the wings but about to take flight. You were starting to shake inside. It was growing, growing, you were reaching it, reaching the top. You clutched onto him as you were shaking, practically bouncing on it, the moving bed.

“Loki…I think…Loki I think-I think-I thinkIthink-I’m going to…I’m going to…”

“Then cum, princess-cum for your husband-for them-or-would you-nrg-rather I stop-stop letting you enjoy this!” he hissed out.

“N-no! Please! Please don’t stop! Please! Please-don’t stop! Don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstopdontstopson’tstop-“ you were begging.

He was pounding into you at a faster rate than you thought. He fingered your clip, circles matching the speed of his cock.  He gave began to repeat your name. Like a growl, and then his voice increasing in volume. You were spinning, thrown out of control, bursting up, and up

“My-My prince! I-“

You felt something in you-then you let out a last voice into a scream.

You felt it burst on you. Your first climax. You felt him give another quick thrust and he came too with a cry. Then he held you, his thrusting slowed. You nestled into him. Your pussy was shaking and quivering harder than you thought it possible.

As the witnesses all watched-the members of the court. Feeling this spectacle. Right here in this bedroom. There was a last verse of the hymn. Then a final repetition of the prayer as you felt his seed spurt inside you.

“Gods protect them. Gods bless them. Gods give them peace.”

Loki then looked up. You brushed his black locks to see his lovely face. He was all flushed, full of bliss. Enjoying the high as you were. You could feel the coolness of his sweat and his own body heaving as he caught his own breath. He pulled out but remained close to you. He whispered into your ears.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m…I’m okay,” you replied.

He pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, Y/N. I’m glad. For this…for you…”

You pressed back. You closed your eyes and smiled.

He went back to the group. He offered you the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. Warm and safe.

“Give us some water-a rag! Bring us our robes!” he ordered.

He kissed your forehead and held you close.

“You…You were wonderful, sweet Y/N…that was incredible-you did well…” he said.

The robes were returned and there was a wet rag. He cleaned you both up from between both legs. After putting your robes back on, he looked at them.

“I’d like us both to retire, please. Now. She needs some rest after today-and so do I.”

As you walked out, you both still locked hands-anchoring each other. Finally, you were both alone in his chambers. Once the heavy door was shut and you were surrounded by his favorite dark green walls, you both sighed.

He led you to sit down on the rug and made the fireplace start a pretty flame by just flicking his wrist. He brought a thick blanket wrap around the both of you.

“Here…let’s have our own little celebration-just us…wine?”

“I’d love some wine,” you agreed.

He then used his seidr and conjured two glasses of a dark, garnet colored wine. He gave you a smile.

“Here…let’s have a toast…”

He chinked your glasses.

“To the Princess of Asgard….my wife. And the start of our lives together…”

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[boxofbonesfic]

I can't stop thinking of possessive fire fighter Thor 😌🥴

welp, nonnie, now I can’t either. maybe you weren’t thinking quite this dark, but… 😅

Title: Everloving

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Reader

Summary: A one night stand has worse consequences than you ever could have imagined.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Arson, Noncon, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Implied Basement-Wife, Stalking, Breeding, Darkfic, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Minors DNI!

[divider by @firefly-graphics]

You stare at the ceiling over his shoulder as you catch your breath, your fingernails still dug hard into the muscles rippling beneath his skin. You’re still spiraling back down into yourself when he pulls back, leaning up on his elbows to grin dopily at you. His blond hair falls handsomely across his face, and the corners of his bright blue eyes are crinkled with his smile. 

 “See, Peach?” Thor says with a wink, his breath still a little short. “Told you I would take you to Valhalla.” 

 You raise a hand to your head, fingers curling in your hair as you laugh breathlessly. It’s a corny joke—and it was even cornier when he’d fed you the pick-up line in the bar, complete with his sultry little every girl needs a firefighter, Peach. It had been so corny you’d been left wondering if it was specifically engineered to get you to laugh yourself into his bed, but the earnest look on his face makes you second-guess your two minute drunk assessment. The firefighter’s uniform he’d told you about is hung up on the back of the door, too, lending credence to his honesty. 

 “Why is that funnier the second time?” You say, and he laughs. He eases up off of you, and your cheeks heat as you feel him slip out of your puffy, still throbbing cunt. You sit up, pulling his blanket up over your bare chest self-consciously. Thor, it seems, is just as glorious in nudity as he is clothed, back muscles rippling as he turns to the closet, and pulls out a hand towel to clean himself off. You hear a tinny sounding thud as he tosses the condom into the trash-can next to his desk. He offers you a towel and you take one, hurriedly swiping between your own thighs.

 “Do you want to shower?” He asks over his shoulder. “My roommate’s won’t be back for a few hours, so if you wanted to shower and crash—”

 “That’s okay,” You say quickly, snatching your shirt off of the back of his desk chair, using his blanket as a somewhat unconventional toga while you shimmy into it. “I should get going, it’s pretty late.” You flash him an apologetic smile as you tug up your jeans. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” 

 “No, it’s totally fine, they won’t mind. And maybe tomorrow we could get breakfast—”

 “I don’t think so,” you say stiffly. “I’ve got work in the morning.” 

 “Right, right,” he laughs a little awkwardly, stepping back into his briefs. The elastic snaps as he pulls them back up around his waist. “Well, maybe we could go out another time?” 

 You answer him with a shake of your head. “Sorry, I just, um….” You blow out a breath, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. “I’m not like… looking for a relationship. Right now.” You smile apologetically. “I just, you know. Just got out of one, and it was a whole thing, and I just… I’m not ready, right now for another commitment like that.” His face falls, the boyish grin on his face disappearing as he regards you. 

 “Oh.” 

 “I’m sorry,” you say again, feeling the tension thick in the air between you. “I um. I had fun.”

 “Yeah. Me too.” A look you can’t read crosses his face, and he lifts his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it. He doesn’t say anything else as you shrug back into your jacket and flee his room, navigating back down the dark hallway toward the door. Your sneakers are in a messy heap by the front door where you left them, and you step into them quickly, eager to be out of his apartment. 

 You pull up your rideshare app as you walk down the block, trying to put a little distance between yourself and Thor before you call. For some reason, you don’t want to do it right outside, not that you think he’d watch you through the window like some creeper—

 Or would he?

 Either way, you call when you’ve reached the bodega on the end of his block, and in five minute Jeffery in a white Hyundai Sonata is pulling up to the curb. 

 Omw home. Your text pops into the roommate groupchat, and it’s not thirty seconds before you see three different speech bubbles appear in the bottom left corner. 

 Heather: girl. it’s one-am!!!!

 Bobbie: girl shut up, she was getting her back blown out by that hot blond lmao

 Heather: twisted into pretzels lolll

 Kirsten: none of you are asking the real questions. how was it???????

 You stifle your laughter with your hands, glancing at the rearview mirror before responding. 

 I will be home in ten minutes. You all will just have to wait. You are, of course, greeted by shrill giggles and questions the moment you walk through the door. You deliver the details as painlessly as you can muster, choosing not to describe the heartbroken look on Thor’s face when you’d tried to let him down as gently as you could. 

 “I mean, you’re totally right. You shouldn’t jump into anything so quick, not after Jimmy.” Bobbie nods sagely at you in approval. 

 “I dunno. He seemed sweet,” Kirsten says dreamily. “Might be a nice guy.” 

 “He was looking for a serious girlfriend, K,” you reply, stretching as you turn toward your room. “And I am not doing serious right now. Bobbie’s right.” 

 After a hot shower, you flop tiredly onto your bed and burrow under the covers. You’re still a little sore from earlier, and you bite your lip, wondering if you’d made a mistake. No harm in letting him shoot his shot, right? That’s what Heather had told you in the bar when he’d first begun sending you drinks, and what had rung in your head when your casual conversation had become boldly flirtatious. 

 There are plenty of other fish in the sea for him. You turn over, pressing your face gratefully into the pillow, confident that by tomorrow morning, Thor wouldn’t even remember your name. 

 ——

 The smell of smoke wakes you, only seconds before Bobbie is hurriedly shaking you awake. 

 “Fire! Fire get up now!” 

 Blearily you sit up, registering the shrill beeps of the fire-alarm just before you choke on thick, hot smoke. It’s filling the room, curling against the ceiling as you sit up, shoving your feet into your slippers. Bobbie’s hand is tight around yours as the two of you race for the door, followed by Heather and Kirsten. The hallway is filled with the other residents, everyone rushing out of the building in a crushing stampede. You’re dizzy, your throat hoarse and your eyes red and watering as you and your roommates watch your lives billow up into the night sky. 

 The street outside is chaos as the firetrucks arrive, men in uniform pushing through the crowd. You’re still staring numbly at your burning apartment building when large hands land on your shoulders. 

 “Peach? Peach you okay?” Thor pushes up his visor, his face filled with worry. 

 “She’s inhaled a lot of smoke, she was the last to get out,” Bobbie says worriedly. You’re forced to agree—every breath feels raw, like you’d swallowed some of the fire yourself. “Is there an ambulance coming?”

 “Yes, there is, but if it’s that bad, I should take her to the hospital now,” He says, snapping his visor back down. Thor’s grip is like iron as he steers you towards the back of one of the small response vehicles, and he hands you an oxygen mask and a little tank. “Breathe through this for a little while, Peach. You’ll feel better in no time.” 

 The street is clogged with vehicles, and Thor steers patiently around them while you sit in the back and try to catch your breath. The smell of the fire, the lights and the sound of sirens fade gradually behind you as you watch the building disappear in the rearview mirror. Eventually, all you can see is the thick column of smoke curling into the still dark sky in the distance as Thor gets onto the highway. His blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. 

 “How are you feeling?” He asks. The oxygen is certainly helping, though you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to be feeling quite this light and giggly. Oxygen deprivation makes you high right? Or is that something else?

 “Like I almost got barbecued,” you say, lowering the mask. A hoarse laugh escapes you. “Sorry. But I did almost die.”

 He smiles at you in the mirror. “It’s alright. A bit of morbid humor is to be expected.” You realize with a glance out of the window that you’re far past the hospital. It isn’t funny, but you giggle. In fact, he’ll be out of the city limits in another few minutes. “Besides, It’s probably the nitrous.” You squint at him. 

 “What?”

 “Nitrous Oxide, Peach. In the canister.” He winks at you, though he’s spinning in the rearview—or is it my head? Your limps are limp and uncooperative as you tug at the mask, gasping for air as your vision tunnels. You get it off, but it isn’t enough, and you gape at the air like a fish as you try to swallow it down into your lungs.

 Your ears are ringing, and black spots dance in your vision as you slump sideways over in the seat. The roof of the car swims in and out of focus as you gulp down lungful after lungful of air. You don’t know how long Thor’s been driving when he pulls over—twenty minutes? Thirty? But your head is still buzzing, your vision unfocused when Thor opens the back door. 

 “I am sorry you got hurt, Peach,” he says, managing to sound disgustingly apologetic as he reaches for you. You kick at him, but he’s so big and so coordinated and you are not, and he presses you to the seat, hovering over you like he had earlier this evening. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” 

 His admission drags a ragged sob from your throat as your eyes widen. You wail, your struggles renewing themselves until you’re exhausted. Thor remains immoveable above you, like your efforts have done nothing but delay, and perhaps irritate him. 

 “You set the fire.” He doesn’t deny it.

 “Magnesium shavings and alcohol.” He taps the tip of your nose with a finger.  “I like you so much, Peach. I just… I couldn’t watch you go out again with someone else.” He catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them to the seat beneath you. 

 “T-Thor,” your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “S-stop, I—”

 He hushes you with a kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You whimper into his mouth and he swallows it hungrily, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and worrying it until it swells. 

 “I just want to start over,” he repeats your words from the bar, hours—a lifetime—ago back to you, dark sincerity dripping from every word. “Pick up and start over—”

 “Shut up!” You cry, tears welling in your frightened eyes. “You don’t know me!”

 “Maybe not yet,” he hums, dragging his lips down the salty tracks over the curve of your cheek. “But we have time.” The fingers of his free hand slip beneath the loose elastic waistband of your pajama pants to cup your bare pussy. He heaves a pleased sigh. “No panties? Peach you are truly a treasure.” He parts your lips with sure, unhurried motions, his fingers sliding through your folds. 

 You try to close your thighs around his hand, but he doesn’t let you, wedging himself between your thighs. 

 “P-please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—” You babble apologies that he doesn’t seem to hear, his touches ironically soft and unhurried. “Thor please—!” His lips crush against yours again, turning the words into a frightened squeak. 

 “What’s the matter, Peach?” He asks, trailing down your jaw and over your pulse point. “Nothing we haven’t done before.” Thor’s pleased little hum makes shame curl in your belly. You’re wet. You know you are, and you hate yourself for it as he draws his fingers back and forth, spreading the slick through your folds with practiced ease. “See? She even remembers me.”

 Thor circles your entrance with gentle strokes, and you huff through your teeth to hide the whine that threatens to tumble from your lips. You hate him, his soft persistent kisses, the drag of his fingers through your traitorously aching folds. You hate it because it feels good, because he’s making it feel good, because it feels like you’re shattering into a thousand fractured shards in his capable hands, and you get the feeling that he wants you to. 

 Can’t fix what isn’t broken.

 You whimper at the burning stretch of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously against your clit. When you clench your teeth against the pleasure, Thor clucks his tongue at you. 

 “Let it feel good, Peach,” he coos, scissoring his fingers inside of you. Your breath hitches loudly in your throat, and Thor moans deeply at the sight, leaning down to suck a bruise onto your collarbone. “You don’t have to be in control anymore. You can let go.” He mumbles the words darkly against your skin as you feel his hips shift up. 

“You can just let me—” Thor reaches between your bodies, tugging the band of his briefs down over the thick shaft of his cock. “Do the thinking for both of us.” He groans as it pops out from under the elastic, slapping against the puffy, slick lips of your pussy. 

 Thor’s lips part in a soft “o” as he slides his cock back and forth, eyes rolling up to stare sightlessly through the roof of the car. His fingers dig into the fleshy curve of your hip, the other forcing your wrists down harder into the seat cushion. Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes and running down into your hair, acceptance settling like lead as you realize this is happening. 

 The head of his cock throbs hard as he pushes it against your swollen clit. You push down on the pleasure as hard as you can, trying not to let it show on your face. It’s useless though, as your thighs begin to tremble around his hips from the steady pressure at your clit. You writhe, trying in vain to buck him off. You only succeed in pushing yourself against him, pleasure rolling in sticky warm waves up your spine. 

 “N-no, ah—” You’re cumming then, your words are lost in the choked sob that tightens your throat. Cheeks flush with heat, you turn tear-filled eyes to Thor’s. He looks at you with an manic kind of joy, his fever bright eyes drinking in every detail. Your pussy is still throbbing, clenching tightly around nothing when Thor begins to line the head of his cock up with your cunt. He sinks in slowly, cursing as you squeeze down around him. 

 “Better with no condom, isn’t it Peach?” He says hoarsely, chuckling. “Not that that one made much of a difference,” Thor sinks in to the base, the heavy weight of his balls slapping wetly against you as he revels in the feel of you. “Poked it full of holes, just in case.” 

 He doesn’t give you time to mull over the words before he’s sliding out, sparks shooting in front of your open eyes as his cock drags along your walls. Thor groans as he fills you again, loosing your wrists so that he can anchor you to him with both hands. There is room in your foggy head for shame, but it does nothing to stop the sticky sweet rush of pleasure as he fucks into you with abandon, the truck rocking hard with his efforts. 

 What’s worse is that you can hear it, the lewd wet noise it makes as he slides into your welcoming cunt. You whine low in your throat as he pinches your clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth until you’re twitching underneath him. Thor laughs. 

 “See?” He asks breathlessly. “And you say I don’t know you.” He leans down to kiss you again, swallowing the pathetic little cry you let out as he drags you over the edge. You hate that he’s all around you, in you, everywhere, filling you up until you’re overflowing. 

 When you cum, again it’s with Thor’s tongue in your mouth, and his throbbing cock in your cunt. He moans against your lips as his hips still, and dimly, you’re aware of slow, sticky heat settling in your core. He doesn’t move, his body pinning you to the seat. When he finally leans away, you try your best to pull your t-shirt back down over your bare breasts, staring stubbornly at the back of the front seat. 

 “Oh, Peach, don’t be mad at me,” he says, tucking his fingers beneath your chin. He pulls until it hurts, and you’re forced to look at him. You hate that he’s still inside of you, his cum leaking out to pool on the seat underneath your ass. He reaches down beneath the seat for something, but you can’t quite see it. “We’re going to be so good together.” 

 He produces the nitrous tank and mask, and your eyes widen with fear as you begin to struggle. It isn’t hard for him to push it against your face, though, and you hear a squeak as he twists open the valve. The gas rushes into the mask with a hiss, and it only takes a few panicked breaths before your vision begins to dim.

 “You’ll see.” 

 end

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[goodgirlofglory]

⭐️✨️Welcome to my blog, this is my masterlist✨️⭐️

As of now, I've mostly written mcu, mainly Steve Rogers.

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[springlibrary]

Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022

This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months. 

Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.

The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut. 

Dark

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.

All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.

Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​​ Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.

The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.

If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.​

Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords​ Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.

Grey

Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.

Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85​​ 💚 ​ Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?

It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles​​ 💙 ​ Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.

Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ 💚 ​ Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?

Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise​ 💔💙 Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.​

Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.

#fic recommendation #beanie's fic recommendations #fanfic recommendation #loki #loki x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #thor #thor x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #james conrad #james conrad x ofc #dark fics #fluff fics #smut fics #angst fics

[frostironfudge]

Lost In Devotion (Dark!Thor Smut)

Summary: Prayers to Thor rarely go unanswered, your complaints about him get his personal attention.

Pairing: Dark!Thor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT READ IF THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, non con/dub con, oral, main kink: electric stimulation, edging, nipple play, p in v, oral fem receiving, allusions to kidnapping. dom/sub dynamics, also this was to answer @stevesmewmew 's question to what do you think can happen with lightening on those fingers? also this is the first time i've written something with this much of dark elements, lmk what you think, also any hate will just be blocked cause i will do what is necessary to protect my space. sorta doing kinktober.

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Thor can hear them the whispers and chants, of the people that believe. The people that want a ravenous thunderstorm to end the drought. 

They pray to him, for a crackle of thunder, for thr glorious sight of the beacon of lightening. He smiles as he hears them. 

From all over Midgard, all around, for different reasons. 

Pleas. 

Prayers. 

Praises. 

Devotion. 

He stares around the warrior table, celebrating their win against another realm, cheers ring every few moments.  

Thor still feels incomplete in his victory. Something grounding, something— his thoughts halt, an angered complaint breaking past the barrier. 

‘This god that you dare sacrifice me too? He won’t end your pain.’

‘Thor my Sire see what they do to me!’ 

‘They try to take what is yours.’ 

‘Thor Odinson see what these people are attempting to do to me! You never called for sacrifice!’ 

‘What kind of God are you for allowing this!?’ 

‘Never visiting, why should I worship you?’

‘You are just like those other gods! Feeding off of our fears and yet not rewarding devotion.’

Thor blinks, his gaze roaming over the grand room he finds Loki perched in a corner, book in hand. 

“Brother.” Thor calls out an idea forming in his mind he’d pay this voice a visit. 

Loki’s green gaze lift from his book to catch Thor  gesturing to meet outside. The younger sibling was deciding to leave and this would be a good opportunity to not return to the boisterous event. 

The two brothers meet upon the quaint balcony.

“Is another battle upon your mind?” Loki muses, Thor shakes his head. 

“Midgard, they are choosing to sacrifice, I hear her pleas and complaints.” Thor explains, thumb tracing the smooth stone of the wall. 

“Ever the hero. What purpose do I serve in this grand plan? Shouldn’t you request the Bi-Frost be opened for Odin’s heir?” Loki raises a brow when It seems apparent that Thor does not want a certain all seer to know. 

“Ah, you want me to take you to Midgard.” He concludes. 

“I’d prefer that brother.” Thor wonders what Loki must be thinking, he himself never requested but there was something unfulfilled within his chest. Perhaps saving this maiden could quell it. 

“Alright brother, meet me in your chambers, however I have my own business upon Midgard.” Loki walks away cape drifting in the air as he moves. 

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Thor watches, impatience setting into his fingers, crackles of lightening dance on his palm. 

Loki opens up the portal to Yggdrasill. The tree stands with the branches, Thor searches, Loki walks the knowing path towards the branch of Midgard. 

“How many times have you traversed?” Thor wonders trailing behind his brother. 

Loki chuckles, “I’d rather you not know.” 

“Now where is this distressed damsel?” The raven haired brother enquires.

“I believe,” Thor pauses, offering Loki his hand and tapping into the prayers he heard from the snow capped place. 

“Very well,” Go towards there, Loki points to the branch displaying a snowy storm. 

“How shall I get back?” 

“Here, tap this seven times, you will be teleported back to your chambers.” Loki hands a trinket to Thor, beads tied together with .

“Alright.” Thor steps off, Loki watches turning to his own destination. 

The townspeople hold up flaming torches, borders of crowd, men grabbing onto a figure in scarce clothing. You shiver. 

Though Thor observes your eyes alit with a rage. 

“You think Thor will forgive you?!” You bellow, her voice the same as Thor heard. 

“Leave me!” You roar, thrashing the bindings on you tighten. 

“He doesn’t care, he hears not my prayers! What will he answer you!” You yell. 

The lightening crackles upon his fingers again. 

Thor admires your eyes showing fire. 

A thought crosses him. How would you look on the cusp of being broken by him?

You pause your fight, as gasps echo Thor stands on the rock you were to be tied upon. 

“My people.” His voice booms, thunder rumbling in the distance. 

Everyone falls to their knees, you stand defiant, still displeased. You still think he’s here to take you. 

“I have come to take your sacrifice. Comply and your people shall be blessed.” He looks over everyone, extending his arm to you. 

“Please.” Your voice thick.

His eyes shine with mirth when you take his hand. You have curses on the tip of your tongue for this townsfolk.

“Sire, they,” your eyes water,  shivers wreck though your form. 

“Fret not sweet devotee, I heard your pleas to save you. They shall perish for laying a finger upon your unwavering devotion.” He whispers in your ear, taking off his cloak wrapping it around you. 

His woodsy scent engulfs you with his warmth. 

“Perish?” Your brows raise, you never meant grave harm. 

Thor cups your cheek, a bright light taking over his eyes, the lighting and thunder boom above. Storm clouds settling in, “You called upon needing protection did you not?”

“Y-yes.” You admit.

“You have sworn your devotion to me have you not? No matter what I ask?” He tilts his head, observing you. 

Eyes tracing over your body. 

You pull the cloak over you, he chuckles. 

“I have, Sire.” 

“Then let me help you. You may thank me later in a way I deem fit.” Thor shifts back, turning to the people who decided to cause harm. 

“Turn around, sweet one.” Thor says, as you turn away. 

The haunting screams don’t last long. A dull buzz echoes as the silence is piercing only the howling wind drowns the remains of the screams the clearing held. 

Thor grabs you by the waist. 

“Lead me to your home.” He instructs. 

“You, they—,” you look at the singed bodies. 

“I tolerate not their horrific behaviours. My devotees know I only need prayer not sacrifice. Those are barbaric ways. I have different methods of prayer my dear, tell me your name?”

His hand is warm around you, light blue eyes mirthful. You give him your name, the God grins as you lead him to your home. The remainder of the village still asleep. 

Your home at the end of the border. Thor smiles admiring the quaintness. You open the door for him, biting your lip as you see the mess. 

“I believe I gave them way easily.” Thor clicks his tongue seeing the state of your upturned home. You drop the cloak to clear the small bedding for him to sit. 

“I, I wish I could have made you more comfortable, Sire.” You worry of his displeasure. 

“You may use my name, as you did in prayer.” He perches on the bed, a crackle of lightening on the make shift stove ignites a flame. You sigh in content at the source of warmth. 

“Would you, would you care for a meal?” You look up at him.

“I would, however, I wonder if you would deny me.” He muses, the temperature has your flesh peek through the thin fabric of sacrifice. 

“I do not understand? Do, do you want me to pray?” You wonder, eyebrows furrowed. 

“In a sense, sweet devotee.” Thor stands, making his way to you in long strides. 

“Tell me, have you laid with another man?” He questions, your skin heats. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck. 

Thor chuckles, “I am only a scarcely patient man, devotee.” 

“I have, S-sire—Thor,” you correct, his thumb brushes over your jaw, he grasps it observing your features, tilting your face side to side. 

“Lay down, I want you to pray to me. No matter what do not stop.” He instructs, “If you stop, I will not reward your devotion. Do not question me, follow my word.” 

You look at the bed, “I,” 

His eyes are alit again, “As I say devotee. Lay, down.” 

You scramble, laying on the bed, the tongue you were taught, the hymn of his praise.

Thor smiles, making his way to you, bending your knees, your words falter, he squeezes your inner thigh in warning. 

You swallow cold air greets your drawn apart thighs, Thor settles between them. 

“Th-Thor…” you pause again, as his lips trace your inner thighs.  

“Devotee. Do you not want to thank me? I protected you. I’m simply taking what is mine. What you promised to me. What you have vowed in those sweet hymns.” He explains. 

“This?” You look at him, he cups your mound, middle finger on your bundle of nerves. A current pulses from his finger on the nub you keen as the sensation travels up your stomach. 

“Continue my sweet devotee, your voice called upon me. I am simply rewarding you.” Thor’s eyes are a thin rim of blue, the electric sensation returns your hips lift. A moan escapes your lips. 

“So responsive.” He gleams, your wetness pools on his palm. His tongue greets and you fumble over your words again as he hums against your entrance. 

“Divine.” He commends, “However, I never asked you stop the hymns.” Your stomach tightens. 

“Seems you have a lot to learn.” His hands trace up your sides, you begin to sing again. 

“Continue.” He grasps your breasts, nipples hardening, his thumbs and index fingers pinch each a jolt of current moves through the nubs, you moan the words, Thor grins wickedly, watching you lose focus. 

“I see you enjoy that, making a mess of my armour.” His thigh flush against your core, the leather coated in your arousal. 

You gasp as the current jolts again, his mouth latches onto one nipple and his fingers return to your clit. He suckles on your nipple as the other and your clit are subjected to the torturous electric current, your hands move to his hair. 

Thor enjoys the struggle of wanting to push him away and pull him closer. He switches to the other side, your hips have you rut against his palm as the current evokes a need within you. 

“Keep singing sweetness,” Thor’s hands roam your body, random jolts against your clit or nipples, he enjoys each time you stumble over your words. 

The current spreading through your inner thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, your voice grows breathy, your hymn turn into begs, two thick digits enter you, your walls squeezing around him, tongue flicking over your nub. 

Preens, and whines fill your home, Thor’s groans against you, as though he begins to unravel the taught thread holding you at the seams. 

His fingers rub over a spongy spot, he chuckles, the current from his fingers cause you to moan his name, your hips lift his ministrations upon your clit do not relent. Thrusts of his fingers don’t stop every flick over the spongy spot accompanied by his electric current. 

You’re a withering mess, every time you feel he will let the coil snap allow you into bliss he stops. You beg, beg, beg. 

He relents not, enjoying the way he has you dancing along the edge with him. His own length hard, aching. 

“Do you want release, devotee?” He moves away from you. 

“Please, please, Sire.” 

“Apologise then,” he grabs your breasts, you cry out, tears escaping your eyes. 

“Sire—,” your voice breaks, his lips wipe the tears. 

“Aw, devotee, you wondered what kind of god am I? Very benevolent when I am not accused.” The fingers inside you return, the current jolts through you, thumb circling your clit, bliss is within reach you sob as he stops yet again. 

“Oh sweet thing, you tears have me so hard. Apologise. I shall give you what you want and more.”

“I-I’m sorry Sire, I didn’t I was being—,” You moan, gooseflesh raises, he isn’t touching you yet you feel the current hum, building in crescendo as the coil winds in your stomach. 

“Keep apologising.” Thor warns, watching you writhe and hips lift, cunt clenching around nothing. 

Mewls, moans and breathless apologies fall from your lips, you look so beautiful he thinks, he continues letting the electric current lead you to bliss. 

Your orgasm hits with a cry, your arousal seeps all over, coating your thighs and the sheets. 

Aftershocks wreck through you, a thin rim of blue enters your hazy vision, then you are turned upon your hands and knees. Then you feel a burning stretch. 

Thor’s girth and length massive, he sinks inch by inch. Moaning at your tightness. Hands gripping your hips. 

“Might have to keep you for myself, devotee. A cunt as sweet and tight. Oh sweet, sweet darling.” Thor chuckles, you moan as he bottoms out, he presses his palm over your lower abdomen. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your mid-back. What should be a soothing gesture only spurs on the current across your skin again. 

“Feel myself right there.” He groans as your cunt spams to squeeze his cock. 

“Want to milk me don’t you? Look at your pretty tears, all for your god, your saviour. You asked for me correct. Here I am.” He begins to move, first slow then he begins to speed up.

“Y-yes.” you whimper, his grunts only having you grow slicker, aiding his movements.

“Prayed for this haven’t you, prayed for me to fill your darkest day. Here I am.” 

Wet squelches and skin slapping he guides your hips to meet his thrusts. Your moans echo in the silent night, thunder rumbles outside. 

Thor pulls you against him, your kneeling, his cock splitting you apart, massive you can’t form a coherent thought, his hands seize your breasts playing with your nipples. 

He tugs and pulls, the current returns and he chuckles darkly. 

“Oh you love it, your cunt loves my ability, just wants to keep me inside her. Fuck,” Thor keeps thrusting into you. 

He’s going to keep you with him. His hand returns to your clit, tapping with each tap a current filled jolt. 

You scream his name as each tap on your clit is in sync with his cock hitting the spot inside you, your walls spasm pulling him back inside. Wanting to place him there permanently. 

Your lips part for a prayer of his name and plead for him to guide you to the bliss. Your arousal gushes around his cock, you moan more as the electric jolts keep spasming your clit. Arched against him lips parted in a silent cry as your orgasm takes over you, toes curling. Making you thrash in his grip. 

His warm seed coats your walls, his lips spill praises, “Such a pretty cunt, all mine for taking, milking my cock, filled with my seed. Perfect little sacrifice for a god aren’t you?” 

Thor moans into your ear, you’re breathless pleas music to his ears, you feel so full, hazed mind. Craving the release craving the reward. Craving him. He keeps thrusting as if he never reached his peak. 

“I’m not yet done, devotee, you promised. Whatever I wanted.” He cups your jaw, kissing you sloppily, hips still moving against you, his free hand taps the trinket seven times. 

You feel a softer mattress under your knees, your eyes open in the midst of his claiming kiss. Your home no longer present, the walls in colours of red, grey and gold. 

“My little devotee.” Thor chuckles, “Welcome to your new home.”

-x-

#dark fic #mcu fanfiction #dark mcu #dark marvel #dark avengers #dark thor #thor x you #thor x reader #thor odinson x you #thor odinson x reader #frostironfudge #marvel #dark thor x reader #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth smut

[slutboybarbie]

You Look Good on Camera Baby…

Dom!King Loki x Reader

18+

Warnings/summary: slight exhibitionism, degradation, pet names, Loki records them

A/N: yes I did get the title from a 21 savage song

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"Open your fucking eyes. Let them see how much of a dirty whore you are for your King."

Your eyes shoot open at the sound of Loki's raspy voice in your ear, looking out at the poor guards just there to do their jobs in the throne room.

He's got you sitting on his lap, cock deep inside you while you struggle to keep your balance with your hands bound behind your back. You're completely bare while he's clad in Asgard's finest, even a miniature version of his horns adorning his head, Loki's idea of a crown.

"C'mon, I know you can do better than this."

He sounds bored, his sloppy posture showing that too.

With a flick of his wrist your bindings are gone, Loki's large hands coming to grip your hips, effortlessly lifting you.

"I've got to do everything don't I?"

He pulls you off of him until only the tip is left, before slamming you back onto him. A moan is punched from your lungs, your hands scrambling to grab onto something while you collect yourself.

"I should invite the whole kingdom in here.", he snarls in your ear, "Let them see how their precious Queen likes to be fucked absolutely dumb on the sacred throne."

You moan even louder at that, pushing your hips down to meet Loki's thrusts. "You like that don't you darling? The idea of everyone seeing me ruin you."

Two of his fingers appear in front of your lips, a silent command for you to suck on them.

You wordlessly obey, whimpering around his now damp fingers.

The newfound weight in your mouth grounds you, tongue swirling around his slender fingers as you feel your high approaching.

"Let me have it pet, c'mon.", he whispers harshly in your ear.

You hear the slight woosh of his magic and not a even a second later, a camera is in front of your face.

You turn to Loki in shock, or at least try to, but he uses the hand once gagging you to keep your face turned forward. "Look at the camera, yeah? Put on a show for the people."

Loki extends his arm to get a better angle, and he fixes your face to look directly at it. It's not hard to imagine how erotic this must look and you can't help but feel a little shy.

You try to drop your head, to curl into Loki's neck, anything to hide your face but Loki isn't budging. Only spewing out the filthiest things that cross his mind directly into your ear, occasionally angling your head so that he can kiss and bite at your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

Eyes glazed, tears begin to swell as your pleasure consumes you.

Loki notices, a cruel smile adorning his lips. "Poor thing."

He puts the camera directly in your face, "Go ahead, cry while you cum for me."

#dom loki #loki x reader #king loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #thor the dark world #ttdw #loki smut #mean dom loki #loki x reader smut #dom!loki

[geminigirl0298]

ALL THE KINGS' MEN

Relationship: Dark!Bucky x Reader, King!Loki x Reader

Summary: The Odinson Kings take over Midgard, appointing commanders to help them colonize the entire planet. Commander Barnes finds you during a raid of untouched lands and claims you as his own. You endure months of torture and abuse at the metal hand of the cruel man, and are set to suffer even more when he sends you to King Loki to break you further. Upon meeting the feared man, you find that looks can be deceiving, and rumors are not always what they seem.

A/N: Thank you to my editor @green-mischief-managed for helping me with this fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged !

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, very NSFW. Fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), handjobs, blood and gore, torture, rape, knives, death, mutilation, choking, burning, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, vaginal sex, mentions of suicide. This fic deals with dark themes such as rape, abuse and torture. If these themes make you uncomfortable, please do not read!

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CHAPTER 13

On top of the world.  That was how you felt.  High and mighty and, dare you say it, carefree.  It was not an emotion you were familiar with.  Fear had been the defining factor in all your decisions for so long that it was almost otherworldly to experience anything else.  Fear of James, of Steve; the men who would hurt you if you acted out of line.

Loki was nothing like that.  He didn’t yell at you for running down his palace halls and out into the rain, or even snatch you back inside like James would have done.  All he did was watch you from afar with those bright green eyes that made you want to shrink yourself down so you could swim in them.  Loki would not let anything happen to you.  He would not hurt or yell at or keep you locked in a cage as James did. He—

“Lady Dee?  I hate to spoil your fun, but I think it would behove us to go inside now.”  He motioned with one long finger to the palace doors, where water had begun gathering by the marble steps.  “We usually close the doors when rain falls to prevent the hallways from getting flooded out.”

You straightened at that.  Loki stood a few feet away, looking between you and the hallway.  A towel materialised in his hand.  Walking into the warm hallway from the soaking rain, it was then that you realized your dress had stuck to your body. Loki’s eyes did not once roam over your form.  In fact, it seemed as though he was trying his hardest not to.  You crossed your arms over your chest, ignoring the sensation of your hardened nipples as he placed the towel around your shoulders.  “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”  The doors closed with a flick of his wrist.  “Come.”  You followed him, but not before sliding your hand into the crook of his elbow.  Loki paused in surprise.  Shock overtook you as well.  You weren’t sure why you did it.  Dancing in the rain made you feel giddy, you guessed, and Loki was such a steadying force.  Either way, it was the first time you willingly touched him, and be it intelligence or familiarity, Loki reacted perfectly.  He placed his hand on yours and continued leading you down the hall. 

“Sorry about that,” you told him in reference to the rain incident.  “James never really let me go outside, and I’ve always liked the rain.  I heard it begin to fall and I just…”

“There’s nothing to apologise for.”  Loki’s lips quirked up at the ends.  “Granted, you gave me quite a fright when you took off.  I could’ve sworn a Bilgesnipe was chasing you.”

You blinked.  “What’s a Bilgesnipe?”

“They’re these primitive creatures that attack everything in sight. Big, green, and terrifying.  Not much is known about their culture.”  Loki led you around the corner.  The door of his study was in sight.  “Thor tried to keep one as a pet when we were boys.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” Loki replied, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes.  “We were about twelve and came across one in the woods.  He was smaller than usual, probably left behind from a rampage, and Thor decided it would be best to hide him in the barn with the horses.”

“You’re kidding.”  Loki gave you a look that made you giggle.  “What happened?”

“What happened is that all Bilgesnipe, no matter their size, have one true nature: to destroy.  It destroyed the entire barn and would have eaten the horses if mother had not caught on to what was happening.”  He pushed open the door of his study and allowed you first passage.  “My brother sometimes forgets—”

“My king!” Your head whipped in the direction of the soldier that appeared as though from thin air.  He hurtled down the hall, armour clanging in his rush to meet the king.  He stopped just short of the two of you and fell into a deep bow.  “My king,” his chest heaved. 

 “Finn,” Loki addressed the young man.  “Whatever is the matter?  Why are you running?”

“My king, we found it!  We found the shipment.”

“Well, spit it out, boy.  Tell me what was in it.”

“Lady Britta’s plan went perfectly,” Finn explained.  “She had her team strategically placed at the agreed-upon points lying in wait for the shipment.  They were easily able to ambush the Midgardians and seize the cargo.  It’s on its way to Asgard now.”

“Did anyone look inside?”  Loki ordered.  Finn nodded like a bobblehead. “What was in it?”

“Arsonias.  Hundreds of them.” Loki’s hand dropped from your own.

“Those are your mother’s plants, right?  The ones we saw in the garden?”  Loki did not answer. He seemed very far away, back stiff and wheels turning behind his jewelled eyes.  Finally, he spoke.  “Go tell my brother to meet me in the dungeons.  Now.”  The guard scurried away.  “Lady Dee.”  You looked at him.  “Go back to your rooms.” 

“But—” You never got to finish your sentence.  Loki turned his back to you and opened a portal too quickly for you to do so.  You had no idea what was going on, but you knew it had to be important.  Loki told you those flowers were as dangerous as they were beautiful.  If someone on earth wanted them, you knew it was not for the aesthetic.  Therefore, you waited until Loki disappeared through the portal and entered behind him.

The room you stepped into felt like a hospital.  White walls with light flooring and some sort of force field covering what resembled a showcase in the zoos you read about.  Loki was standing in the middle of the well-lit room.  There was someone slumped in a chair before him.  You squinted… then promptly slapped a hand over your mouth.

Steve. It was Steve.

  Broken and bloodied and unrecognisable, but when Loki reached out to shake his shoulder, and he popped open his lesser swollen eye, you saw those baby blues and knew.  He was covered in bruises from head to toe, his usually perfectly coiffed fair hair now rusty with blood.  Every tear in his expensive clothing revealed white skin mottled with bruises in varying stages of healing.  Even the rise and fall of his chest looked like it hurt since he shuddered with every ragged breath.

While you were thoroughly beside yourself, none of this seemed to bother Loki.  He yanked Steve’s body up by his shirt like a rag-doll, ignoring how the man fought against his actions. 

“Listen to me, you Midgardian scum.”  Spittle flew from Loki’s mouth and landed on Steve’s face. You watched the battered man wince, twisting his face to an even more gruesome sight.  “I’ve found out what was in that shipment.  Tell me what you were doing with those flowers.”

Steve’s lips moved.  You were not sure what he said.  Loki shook him hard, so hard his head gave a dangerous jerk. You bit back a gasp.

“Oh, that’s right.  You can’t speak.”  Loki held up a palm.  A glass jar appeared in it, holding the perfectly preserved tongue of Steve Rogers.  It retained its pinkness well, you noted, with a mess of bloody flesh and nerves at the end previously attached to his mouth.  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you felt like this should be revolting you more.  Maybe the years of looking after your own nasty injuries had hardened you to such sights.

“I am going to give this back to you, and maybe, if you answer me, I’ll let you keep it.”  Loki snapped his fingers.  The tongue disappeared, and Steve shot up like a bolt of lightning.  “Now,” the king grabbed a fistful of bloody hair, “what were you doing with the flowers?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Steve spoke, voice rusty with disuse.  Loki’s grip tightened.

 “What doesn’t matter?”

“Doesn’t matter what you do to me.”  Steve took a harsh breath-long, deep- revealing the asymmetrical rise and fall of his once impressive chest.  “Doesn’t matter what you do to me, you bastard king.  That wasn’t the only shipment.  We’ve been bringing them in for years under your nose ever since we found out what it can do—”

Loki slapped him across the face.  His hand moved so fast you didn’t see it strike.  All you saw was Steve’s head rock to the side with a sickening snap.

God knows James had slapped you across your face enough times to figure it out.

“Where are the rest of them?  Who has them?”  Loki gripped Steve’s wrist.  “Tell me, or I’ll start cutting your fingers off one by one.”  He removed a shining knife from his waistband.  Had that… had that always been there?  Was Loki carrying a knife while he was with you in his study?  Taking you for a walk through the garden?  Catching you in his arms before you fell, holding you so close you could see a bit of stubble peeking through his smooth skin.  Even then?

“Captain Rogers.”  There was an emotion in Loki’s voice you had never heard before.  “I am not a patient man, but I believe I have exhibited more than enough with you.”  He pressed the wicked blade against Steve’s pinky finger.  “Who has the rest of the flowers?  Where are they?  What are you planning to do with them?”

 Steve smirked.  “That’s a lot of question— Fuck!”  Blood spattered across the floor.  Steve pulled a hand to his chest.  Red bloomed in the centre of his tattered shirt, soaking the material in a way that finally brought your nausea to the surface.  Out of the depths of your stomach, up your oesophagus until it sat right at the back of your throat.

It wasn’t the blood.  You were used to that.  It wasn’t the scent of copper or the metallic taste in your mouth.  It was Loki, already reaching for Steve’s four-fingered hand to cut off another. 

“Stop!”  you choked out.  You weren’t sure if Loki heard you, but you knew Steve did. His head whipped in your direction with the best scowl he could manage. 

“You.” 

Now Loki saw you.  His green eyes swung to meet your shocked ones, a hint of shame bleeding into his murderous expression. “Lady Dee.”  His grip on Steve faltered.  In no time at all, Steve wrenched out of his grasp and lunged at you.  You felt your body slam against the floor, a pair of hands wrapping around your throat.

“You little bitch!” He snarled, tightening his grip with a strength you would not expect from someone in his condition. Your hands scratched against his, nails leaving shallow slices in the pale skin.  “This is all your fault!  Bucky should have killed you when we found you!  He just had to—”

Steve was pulled off you by a sudden force.  Your hands flew to your neck, relishing in the air that rushed down your throat as you greedily gasped it all in.  There was already the tell-tale burn of future bruises.  Tears from your eyes splattered onto the blood-stained floor.  Oxygen filled your lungs, burning the starved mucosa of your throat as it forced its way in.

Through your daze, you could make out two figures scrambling over each other in the far corner.  Loki clearly had the upper hand, though Steve put up quite a fight.  His bruised hands reached for Loki’s face, scratching and lashing out in an attempt to gouge his eyes.  Loki dodged these with ease.  He knocked the soldier’s hands aside and grabbed ahold of his head.

You started.  “Lok—” Steve’s head hit the floor with a sickening crack. No blood spilled, but the force exerted would surely burst the skin should Loki continue. 

And continue he did. 

Over and over, slam after slam, until red blood finally spilled from the captain’s skull.  Steve had long stopped moving, body limp below his attacker’s. Loki did not seem to notice this. Or maybe he did, and just did not care. 

“Loki.” A quiver entered your voice, so you cleared your throat and steadied it as best as you could.  “Loki. Stop.”

It was stupid, what you did next.  Later, you would recall it as the dumbest decision one could make in your current situation.  You approached Loki on shaky feet.  Then you put your hand on his shoulder, and his reaction made you regret it immediately.  “Loki—”

He whirled on you.  His face shimmered with blue, and his gaze flashed red before disappearing into a blur of black curls and green eyes.  You convinced yourself it was your imagination. The red splattered on his face created a stark contrast with the whiteness of his skin, and fury painted the unstained expanses.  You had never seen anger like that before.  Not even from James.  It emanated even off his very being.  Pure, unbridled rage, mixed with an air of superiority, made you wonder why you even dared to touch him-the king.

This was not the Loki you knew.  This… this was the man you had been told about.  The man used to scare you into submission before you even set foot on the Bifrost bridge.  King Loki, James would say, with a sour tone and twist of his mouth.  A ruthless king.  Next to him, I’m merciful. These punishments are nothing compared to what he would do to you if—

“Didn’t I tell you to go back to your room?”

 “What?”  You were so startled by his voice that it took you a while to notice he was speaking to you.  “My room?”

“Didn’t I tell you to go back to your room!”

“Brother!”  The boom of Thor’s voice was followed soon after by his appearance.  He pointed a fist against a panel on the wall outside the cell and the shimmery veil melted to the ground.  “Brother, stop!”

You had never seen Thor so serious.  All traces of his usual goofiness were gone from his rugged face.  He strode right up to Loki, jaw set, and yanked him off Steve’s body.  “What are you doing?  And why are you speaking to Lady Dee in such a manner?”

“I—” Loki frowned.  “Lady Dee?”  His eyes snapped to you then, as if only just remembering you were there.  “Lady Dee!”  He reached a hand out to you, and every part of you recoiled.  His face fell.  “Lady Dee—”

“Stop!” You held up a trembling hand.  “Don’t come near me!”

Loki shot a helpless glance at Thor, who was kneeling on the floor trying to locate Steve’s pulse.  He had two thick fingers on the man’s neck and a look of mild concern on his face.  After a minute, he met his brother’s stare with blank eyes.  

“He’s dead.”

ooOOoo

The door to Loki’s study opened with a loud squeak.  He grit his teeth at the noise and made a mental note to have the hinges oiled. 

“Well,” announced Thor, “that was quite a mess, wasn’t it?”  He moved over to Loki’s stash of ale and poured himself a generous glass.  “Want a drink?”

Loki did not reply.  He had not moved from his position in his study chair since Thor deposited him there.  He stayed there while his brother dealt with the body, eyes locked on the chaise that you had both been on not an hour ago.

He could not stop thinking about you.

The trays of food and tea were still there, slightly cold and half-eaten from your late-night date.  Loki could dress it up or lie to himself as much as he wanted, but he knew in the back of his mind that was essentially what he had planned for the two of you.

It had gone well.  For quite some time, everything went better than expected.  The two of you spoke and ate and watched your plan for Sven and Erik come to fruition.  Nothing, though, compared to watching you run out into the rain like a little kid.  He had never seen such unbridled joy from a person, and he would never have expected it from you.  Never would have expected him to be the person to give you the chance. 

And as quickly as he had given it, he had snatched it away.  The fondness that entered your eyes when you looked at him had now been replaced by horror.  He could not get the image of you bolting away from the scene upon Steve’s death announcement, how you recoiled from his touch.  How you visibly flinched away from him.  There was only one other person he had ever seen you so afraid of.

“Brother.”  Loki lifted his head. Thor placed a half-filled glass of ale before him and then took a seat in one of the leather chairs.  “St-The body has been removed from the cell, and the maids are cleaning it now.  I can’t be sure how many of the other prisoners saw it but, let’s be honest,” Thor flashed a smile, “who are they going to tell?”

“She’s never going to speak to me again.”  Thor made a face. 

“What?”

“Lady Dee.”  Loki downed the glass of ale in one gulp.  “She’s never going to speak to me again. Not after what she saw.”  

Understanding bled into Thor’s face.  “Don’t be ridiculous, brother.  The two of you have been spending a lot of time together.  Lady Dee has begun to trust you—”

“Not after this.  She’ll never look at me again, much less trust me.  Did you see how she ran away from me?  She couldn’t leave fast enough.”  Loki would not soon forget the sight of your retreating back down the corridor.  You ran so quickly that some of the jewelled pins from your hair came undone, clattering to the floor.  He was sure the maids would dispose of them soon enough. 

 “I’ve ruined everything.  My temper got the best of me and I… I…” he looked down at his hands, still tinged red from Steve’s blood.  “I don’t remember what happened. All I know is Finn mentioned a shipment of mother’s Arsonias, and I wanted to find out information.  I was already perturbed, but then he lunged at her, and I lost it. I just lost it.”

“You were protecting her,” Thor supplied.  “You care about her.  That much is clear.”  The blond god ran a finger around the rim of his now-empty glass.  “I was angry too when Finn told me the news.  When he said you already knew and had gone to the dungeons, I was prepared for what I would walk into.  I know your dark side well.”

“But Lady Dee does not,” Loki reminded him.  “She’s heard of it, but she’s never seen it until today.  After this, all she will remember when she thinks of me is how I cut off a man’s finger and beat his head against the floor until he stopped breathing.”

Both brothers went silent after that.  Thor contemplated upon his glass while Loki materialised a rag to scrub the remaining blood from his hands.  He had long disposed of his coat and trousers for clean ones.  Finally, Thor said, “She will forgive you, once she comes to see that you were trying to protect her.  You have become rather temperamental since mother’s demise, understandably so, but this one incident will not erase all the kindness you have shown her. Give it time, and she will come around.”

He spoke with so much finality Loki almost believed him.  It was the remnant part of his inner child that trusted his older brother never to lead him astray.  For tonight, he allowed himself to indulge in it.  “I think she saw.”  Thor lifted a brow.  “Me.  I think she saw me.  My mask slipped a bit, I think.  It’s possible she saw.”

“I will send Jane to speak with her in the morning,” Thor offered.  “She will need to speak with someone, and for the time being, it will not be you.  We will discern what she saw and handle it from there.”  He reached over to place a hand on Loki’s shoulder.  “It will be fine, brother, but other things will not.  Namely—”

“Steve’s death, I know.”  Loki threw the rag in the bin and leaned back in his chair.  “Fuck it.  There’s no way we can write to Fury and tell him the captain is dead.  With James’ mission being extended and our sudden interest in Midgard, he’ll never believe it was not of our doing.  He’ll finally have grounds to move against us.”

“No one here will speak of it, but we must do something.  I’ve arranged to have his body preserved until further notice.  Then there is the summit in a few days.”  Loki sighed deeply. The summit.  How could he have forgotten?  

“He has a wife.  Her name is-”

“Lady Sharon, yes!” Thor beamed, then his smile fell.  “I’ve met her, back before I knew.  If I had, I never would have left her there.  Do you think she can help?”

“I think she will. She hates the system just as much as—”

The doors to his study flew open, causing both brothers to jump to their feet.  A sweaty-looking Finn stood in the doorway.

“Finn?” A sickening sense of deja vu crept its way up Loki’s spine.  “Whatever is the matter now?”

“Frost giants,” breathed the boy.  “Frost giants have entered the castle.”

ooOOoo

It took you a while to find your way back to your room.  Anxieties and fears from the recent events scrambled your mind and made you wander in circles down the palace halls until a guard found you sobbing in a corner.  He led you back to your room, where you promptly stripped off your wet clothes and climbed into the tub of now cold water.

You barely registered the chill as you scrubbed the blood and sweat from your skin.  Not until you dried off and slid under the covers.  Only then did your body begin to shake.  From the chill or the stress, you could not say.

All you knew was that you had never been so confused in your life, and it was all Loki’s fault. 

His change in demeanour was baffling.  How one man could go from being the sweetest person to that violent, ruthless killer was beyond you.  James had long mastered covering his abusive side with pretty words and gestures that meant nothing.  All parts of James were bad sides, and the times he was good were just a pretence.  This was a fact you had always known.  But Loki was different. 

His behaviour over the past few weeks had disarmed you. You began to trust him.  You began to disbelieve the stories about him, writing them off as sinister tales meant to keep you and the other women in check.  Except now, you could see it was true.  Loki was every bit as terrifying as James said, even more so now that you had seen him in action.  Which side of him was his real side?

You desperately wanted it to be the side he showed to you.   The Loki he was with you—charming and careful, looking out for you behind the scenes and ensuring you were safe.  Who took you to the gardens and let you sleep on his couch and run in the rain.  That Loki… that Loki was like no one you had ever met, but you could not ignore what you had just seen.

The copper scent of Steve’s blood still lingered in your nostrils, as did the sound of his skull slamming against the pristine white floors.  You remembered the blood staining the tile and, most importantly, how Loki ignored your pleas to stop. It was as though he were in a trance, with the only goal being to kill his opponent. 

And kill he had. 

What was the truth?  Was the king a decent man with a dark side, or had you softened towards a sociopath?  You were sure you’d never do the latter after encountering men like James and Steve.  You had always been able to see through whatever farce they put up.  So why is it, after seeing for yourself how dangerous Loki could be, part of you still screamed to hear him out?

Frustrated, you kicked the covers off you.  Sleep would not soon come, and neither would answers. You decided a walk would be the best way to clear your head.  Sven had the night off since you assumed you would be sleeping in Loki’s study again, so you grabbed your robe and exited your room.

The palace hall was quiet so late at night. You never noticed before since there was always someone with you to fill the silence or chase away your loneliness.  The halls felt a bit eerie all alone, with just your thoughts to keep you company.  Every corner you approached made you feel like something was going to jump out.  You kept looking behind you to see if there was anyone there. 

At first, you thought it was just the day’s events, stress left over from your ordeal. Then you realised it was something else.  Your instincts, honed from all James’ abuse, were kicking in.  They were warning you that danger was near.  The hairs on your neck raised and anxiety pricked at your skin.  Something was wrong.  

Before you could stop yourself, your feet began moving toward Loki’s study.  Despite everything, you knew he would keep you safe.  Jane and Darcy were not options—just as defenceless as you and both with their own issues.  Sven was probably at his mother’s, and Thor would protect you, but only out of—“Oof!”

Your sudden smack into a hard object had you falling to the floor.  The sudden movement made your head spin, and you blinked twice to clear it.  When you looked up, you gasped. 

It was not the wall you expected it to be, nor a pillar hidden by the dim light.  Before you stood what could only be described as a monster.

He (at least you assumed it was a he) towered over you like a skyscraper, as tall as three Thor’s stacked upright, one on top of the other.  His skin was blue—cobalt and woven through with thick markings from head to toe.  Red eyes scanned your body, black lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth.

“Well,” said the monster in a sinister voice.  “What have we here?”

Chapter 14

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[emilyprentissslut]

your mighty captor 𖤍ϟ

a/n: part one of kidnapper jane 😎🧜‍♀️!! i love her sm

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, soft yet possessive jane, jane’s arms!!

as you stepped foot into new asgard, a smile was plastered on your face. your mom had suggested the summer’s family vacation should be spent visiting different locations around norway. the plan was to spend a few days in the tourist destination, before moving on to the next place.

so far your family had been there for a few hours. in that few hours you had seen a live performance of an event called ragnorok, which you had learned was the reason for the existence of new asgard in the first place. moreover, you had gone on tours, seen the area, and even met thor himself.

you felt like the luckiest person in the world, especially when he introduced to you to the king. king valkyrie was as gorgeous as she was in the pictures that you had seen. her demeanor commanded power, you couldn’t get enough of it.

“it’s nice to meet you, milady.”

with a smile on your face, the king took your hand in hers and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“likewise, your highness.”

she returned the smile, before tending back to her people. unbeknownst to you, the queen wasn’t the only person with her eyes on you. in the corner of the room, the mighty thor played with her drink and watched you enjoy the sights of the day.

dr. jane foster was a lot of things, but one to miss an opportunity? no. you were here golden opportunity, and she wouldn’t let something like that pass by.

the day turned into nightfall, as your family opted to return to the hotel to rest for the next day. half past midnight rolled around, and you were wide awake. careful as not to wake up your siblings, you quietly left the room to go outside the hotel.

as you sat on the steps of the entrance, your eyes fell to the night sky above you. the stars had you completely hypnotized, they were of course the most beautiful stars you had ever seen. though the stars were your beauty, you were jane’s.

the former astrophysicist couldn’t believe how easy you had made this for her. naturally, she wanted to wait before she grabbed you. though seeing as when sunrise came, your last day in NA would begin, she knew there was no time like the present.

there wasn’t a doubt in jane’s mind that you were perfect. there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she keep you forever. all she had to do was wait for the perfect moment.

the stars held your attention for what felt like the better part of an hour. sitting on the stairs with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were at peace with your surroundings.

this was it. this was the time for jane to make her move, and she would do just that. emerging from the shadows, the mighty thor strode confidently down the street, attempting to pull your attention. as you caught sight of her, she was the first to speak.

“honey, it’s very late. any reason why you’re out?”

as you met her eyes, her beauty stunned you. she was absolutely stunning. from her beautiful blonde hair, to her amazing figure, she entranced you. most notably, your eyes fell to her arms. they were toned and they were big, but not too big. your mouth nearly watered.

“oh-, sorry, i was just looking at the stars.”

jane hummed in agreement.

“they are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?”

you nodded, studying her features in the moonlight.

“come here, the view isn’t as obstructed by the pillars.”

a smile crept across your face as you walked to wear she was standing. side by side, the two of you watched the stars. jane’s hand brushed against yours before holding it. you blushed at the action.

she was in. dr. foster had to make her move now, this was her best chance. you were putty in her hands. gently tugging your hand over to see the stars from a different angle, you followed her like a lost puppy. once you were out of view from anyone, jane’s hand clasped around your mouth, while the other tightly held your waist.

your eyes went wide as you struggled in her grasp. the blonde dropped the hand from your waist, while keeping your mouth covered. flailing in her grip, the feeling of hopelessness overcame you, when you realized you couldn’t escape her while she held you with one hand.

“shhhh…stay still. i wont hurt you pretty baby.”

the mighty thor’s free hand stretched out as she called for her transport. continuing to struggle, your breathing increased when you noticed a hammer fly directly into the hands of your soon to be captor. tears fell down your cheeks as the woman held the hammer to the sky, and a burst of rainbow energy took the two of you away.

between her unforgiving grip and the turmoil of the situation, you were met with darkness as you went limp in her arm. the woman sighed in relief. though she could easily overpower you, having you unconscious was much easier for her.

arriving at a secret location, the mighty thor threw your form over her shoulder before entering the house. taking you into the kitchen, she quickly plopped you on a chair and made sure the rope wouldn’t let you move too much.

the first moments when you wake up would be awful. having you tightly tied to a chair would minimize that chance for the both of you.

brushing some stray hairs out of your face, jane places a kiss on your forehead before leaving the kitchen.

when you came to, your vision was a bit blurred. adjusting to the light, you tried to move before realizing you couldn’t. as the panic set in, you struggled in the ropes. small cries of pain and distress left your mouth.

knowing that you had woken up, the blonde put down her dumbbell and made her to the kitchen.

as she came into your view, you struggled harder. the ropes began to cut into your wrists.

“shhh….sweetheart don’t do that. you’re going to hurt yourself.”

strong, yet gentle hands held your cheeks. wiping the stray tears, jane placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“welcome home, my love.”

fear crawled up your throat. home?

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[justjams2003]

Sweet Savagery Masterlist

All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

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[smolvenger]

Reunion (Loki x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: The sacred timeline is destroyed. And your missing, mischievous lover has returned. A confrontation and a fear of abandonment and betrayal with his return still bring about the passion you have for each other.

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Smut! Smut! 18+ (P in V sex, dirty talk, doing it in an office). Discussions of the fear of death, abandonment, and being cheated on- but don’t worry Loki is faithful to reader and would never. The Loki and Sylvie relationship is made platonic as it should have been all along for the sake of the fic. Not as super revised as usual but it's not a rough draft, I just wanted this out quickly while we had the first episode as our main focus.

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: With all the gifs out, I got the inspiration from the first episode. Wanted it out before the rest of the series makes me disappointed so I can go to delulu land again here. I hope you like it!

“OB! Better hurry up before your latte gets cold!” you called out. In your hand was a paper bag with the warm food and the other was a cup holder with the big cup of coffee. It’s a sweet smell just under your nostrils. 

It was a messy room with clutter on the floors and tables. They were all broken gadgets- more than you could name. All for that circular little room like OB’s circular little glasses. Well- it was understaffed. Only dear Ouroboros, or OB as everyone called him, fixed all that technology for the TVA. He was on the other end of the room piecing together a broken tempad. He then jumped around, grinned, and began to prance over to you from his main desk. The man was as happy as a squirrel it never occurred to him that he was lonely, overworked, and sleep-deprived. He insisted on working constantly without breaks- so you always thought he could use some caffeine and a bite to eat. 

“Oh! Y/N! Hello! Let me hurry over!” he chirruped.

 You set the bag and the cup on the desk before him, glad to see him so happy over your delivery.

“Here- it’s a large vanilla latte but I added two shots of espresso. I know you always pull all-nighters. And here- here’s your breakfast. I added a pastry in as well too. You could use the sugar rush.”

He peeked into the bag. He pulled out the food and began to unwrap it, his smile going up to his ears.

“Oh my gosh! A ham and egg on toast and a chocolate croissant!? My favorites! Oh- thank you, Y/N!” he said.

You smiled up at him, placing your hands on the desk.

“No problem- anything for the hardest worker here!” you responded.

He took a first sip, his eyes always bright. He let out a satisfied exhale from the delicious taste. Then he peeked over up at you, both hands on the warm cup.

“How are you, Y/N!? I don’t mean to pry but there’s this rumor I heard from B-15! Is it true? I heard you have a boyfriend! You never told me a word about thim-how is he?!”

It hit you like a kick in the ribs. You paused. Letting out a deep breath-suddenly the mood darkened. But, you could not pretend, even with OB, that you were worried about your lover. Your mischievous, divine lover. 

“OB, I know you’re not going to believe me. I know it’s kind of frowned upon- but it’s allowed. But my boyfriend he’s…he’s a Loki.”

“A Loki?” he repeated.

“Yes- The Loki. The one who tried to invade Loki- the one we all caught. I mean- he’s been here a while. I got to know him and…well, we fell for each other,” you explained. 

“Oh! Wow! Well-how does it work, an agent and a Loki?” he questioned.

“We- we find a way. I’ve just been-been worried about him. He had to go- go take care of something. You know the whole thing about timelines being messed with and the other Loki running around causing trouble? Something is up- something serious. He’s been gone for a bit- it’s been a few days. I haven’t heard anything directly from him. He could be dead by now. And there’s something else. The other thing is…is…”

You put a hand over your mouth, the gripping, biting urge to cry hitting you. But it was too strong. Your anxieties were a dam long contained and here they were out. OB set down his coffee to listen to you. Then you continued, the most private fear of yours confessed. 

“The Loki is a woman Loki. He’s with her to take care of this issue. That’s all I know. But it’s been a while- he’s still with her. And she’s powerful and strong and pretty and good at everything and perfect…. and how could I ever compete with her- and he’s-he’s already tossed me aside by now and left me for her by now and-”

Your voice cut off. You felt yourself about to cry. You squinted your eyes shut and looked down, putting your hand to your face-hot and tight. Finally, you lowered your head to the desk and began to cry.

“Oh- Y/N! It’s okay! There-there! You know even that kind of betrayal is low for a Loki! I don’t think most would even think of doing that- their trust is hard to earn! It will work out- shh, shh” he consoled, patting a hand on your back.

You returned up from the desk, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh- Y/N! Here- have some tissues!” OB offered. 

He got out a little plastic box from the corner of the desk. You pulled out one of the white tissues and wiped your eyes.

“Oh, Y/N. No wonder you’re worried. If you ever get sad about him or scared- you can visit me!” he offered.

“Even with all your work?” you asked, sniffling. 

“Oh, even with all my work! It’s nice to have company sometime!” he answered, nodding his head.

“Okay, I will…”

“Worst Case Scenario- I can fix a taser and just do it on him!” he offered. 

“Thanks, I’ll aim for the balls,” you replied.

Both of you broke into a bit of laughter. Then you said your goodbyes, and OB went back to work on the tempad with the sandwich in his free hand. 

You went about. Wiping tears off your hand. Maybe it was good to do just some office work. Focus on that- yes. It was comforting- to have something to consume your thoughts, your worries. If there was still a heart beating in his lover’s chest or if it stopped. Or if he abandoned your bed for the embrace of someone else. 

But then you heard- Kang was killed. The sacred timeline destroyed. It was an emergency, yet every single agent was running like a chicken with their head chopped off. 

Everything was going into chaos. The sacred timeline was destroyed. Everything was now free and open. Every timeline was shattered and now anything and everything could happen. Ravonna shoved paperwork into your chest.

“Here- Y/N! Take these and get them to HR! Now!” she requested. 

You clasped a file full of paperwork. Then you set off, clutching it to your chest. The view of the tall buildings, statues, and everything always makes your chest soften with its beauty. The bright lights. The sheer size of the place. You let in a deep breath to admire the sight. 

There was a noise. Footsteps. Intuitively, you turned your head for the sound. And the source ran before you.

Loki.

His shirt was a little torn in his rolled-up sleeves and his eyes wide, but it was him. His shirt was sweaty and tight. Buttons askew. His curls wild and free. He was more beautiful than you had ever seen him before. 

He paused, screeching his steps to a halt. You let out a small scream in spite of yourself, dropping the papers to your feet. Down they came in a cascade to the floor. You covered your mouth.

“...Y/N…” he panted out.

“Loki…is it…is it you…”

From the back, there was a voice crying. “There he is! Get him!”’

He looked in a panic and then turned around.

“Y/N- I’m-I’m-I missed you. I love you-but-but-but-”

More charging footsteps. He looked over at the balcony.

“Meet me down there!”

In a heartbeat, he threw himself over the balcony. You ran over.

“Loki- no!” you cried.

You looked down and saw him fall down through the air- but you knew the air would land him. It would be soft. Mobius ran by you- eyes wide. The agents, armed and ready. You peeked as he fell down, down, down. 

Not after- no- not after this time! To lose him again!

You ran. You chased him until you were breathless. Things were falling. TVA agents went after him. But you were steadfast- your heart racing in your ears. What mattered more was him. Timeline be damned- it was already. There was nothing else to do now, that mattered- but him!

You sprinted down the steps. Ran harder and faster. Tears threatening to come out.

He’s back- he’s back- he’s back!

“Loki! Loki I’m here! Don’t you-don’t you dare you fucker- you bastard, I’ll-” you cursed, breathless as you reached the last steps and got out to the floor. 

You looked around the place- searching, searching everywhere. Technology was malfunctioning- sparks flew from computers and screens. Agents everywhere still scattering. Alarms still went on, blasting into your ears. Agents were running all over the place. You looked around-seeing everything. Checking every room as people ran about. As a group gathered to watch the timeline break into pieces on a screen- you didn’t hear him behind you.

You felt two strong arms grab around you and pull you to a corner- a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Someone got you! But you could smell his sweat, his scent. Your eyes turned over-it was none other than your beloved Loki. 

“Y/N- here- we have to hide!” he said.

He practically dragged you over to the next room, shutting the door and locking it. It was a smaller, private space. A TVA office room was abandoned. Nothing but desks full of papers and computers but not a soul. Only the giant screen above detailing the sacred timeline’s downfall. Though you still heard alarms. The bustle of people from just outside. So much going on. But it was background noise to you now. You stood your ground, your hands gripping the skirt you wore for work. 

Loki went over and hugged you, your hands went up to embrace him back but were frozen mid-air.

“I needed to help the timeline!” he cried, releasing the hug. 

“You are needed here!” you insisted.

“Kang is at the loose- he has variants! I’ve been betrayed-”

“You think you’re the one betrayed!? What’s this I hear about a woman Loki you’ve been with?!”

“Wait- you mean Sl-”

In a heartbeat, you raised your hand and slapped him hard across the cheek. His head switched to the side, and the click of your hand hitting hard against his face echoed in the empty office. He caught it and nursed it with his hand. Tears fell down you again.

Then he quickly leaned over and grabbed yours. He pulled you to him, forcing you to look him in the eye. The red light of the alarms all over the office- turning red, then the familiar wan yellow of work. It glowed against his white skin, making him seem even more beautiful. 

“Y/N, I swear to you on my mother’s grave-she is no more than a sister to me! We worked together. No more than that. She kept telling me to shut up about you. Because-because I missed you so much and kept telling her how wonderful you were! I thought we could work together- but she didn’t. She did the one thing I begged her not to do- she broke the timeline- And now- now everything’s fallen apart-”

“I waited all this time and not a word from you!” you shouted. You didn’t care if it was petty. If it was being a helicopter girlfriend. You had stuffed your worries inside you for too long, and now it was out in the open. “Loki- I Was scared for you! You could have died and I would have never known!”

He put both his large hands on your face. Looking right at you.

“Y/N- with all of my heart- I am so sorry I vanished.” 

You had no words. He kept speaking to you, soft despite the chaos. Your mouth opened a little, but you had no words. You saw Loki was crying a little too as he continued. 

“If I could write to you- teleport to you- drag myself to your feet and beg for you I would! If I could even teleport to look at you- one tiny glance at you. To say one word to you- I would. It was impossible. But the stakes were high. I had to hurry. I did this because I feared for the safety of every person here- and most of all for you! Do you understand how scared I was when I saw how powerful Kang is!? That his variants could hurt you?! Norns- thank norns. I’m alive to see you again. To see you, hear your voice, touch you- Y/N, you’re safe-that is all I want. For you to be safe. Can you forgive me?”

You raised a hand to touch his.

“Loki, I…I…I’m so sorry I yelled-I…I forgive y-”

You never finished. His lips cracked onto yours.

 He groaned and you settled into it. He was needy- desperate. Too long, too long. You had forgotten how much his lips, his touch made you weak and craving more every time. His hands all over you. He turned you around, so you felt his erection against your covered ass. So he could kiss you, touch his hands over your breasts. He was kissing every bit of your neck he could, almost like biting into you- devouring and savoring you all over again like the first night you joined. He pressed his hips a little further so you could feel his hardening and you let out a gasp.

“Hel, do you feel what you do to me-even now-they’re all out to prune me again, to catch me, and all I want is your sweet warmth inside me-”

There was a slight explosion upstairs. The building shuddered. He kissed you further. Grinding a little into your hips. You felt your own panties suddenly dampen as if you stepped in a lake. You let out a gasp. He kept kissing you- his hands all over your nice, professional blouse and dress. Fingers wide to touch you, memorize you again. You turned around tugging at him-kissing him so much. Feeling his holster on his back-running a hand through his soft, beautiful curls you loved so much.

“Y/N-Y/N please-please-take me inside you- now-It’s been too long-”

“Yes- Yes, I will,” you voiced.  

The floor was shaking a little, there was a rumble like a small earthquake. People’s desk decorations, plants, and photos, were beginning to wobble if not fall over. He gathered your skirt up.

“Quick- be quick darling-they’re looking for me. We don’t have time,” Loki rasped.

He pulled you down. Holding you so that he laid down and you were on top. You clutched at his buttons. Hands shaking, ripping them apart- displaying his body, so pale, muscled, beautiful. His large hands went up to your hems, your tights. He grabbed your legs so hard- so close to him. Never to leave. Fingers digging into your skin. 

“Gods- my beautiful, desperate goddess- come on, dear- just spread your legs-now- hurry-”

You could hardly breathe as he took your skirt and bunched it to your hips. Exposing you to him. You began to grind on him- keeping yourself in the heat of your desire for him. And his for you, nearly ripping it further. He then took his hands over your breasts, your shirt-ripping buttons that came off-they splattered on the floor. Your chest exposed like his.  He kissed and touched your breast. Then in a split second, his hands went to your soaking panties.

“Nrgh- this- now this is what I need-no-no time- forgive me-again-”

 He then moved his hands up and his strong arms flexed as he ripped your panties in half.t- ripping so that your pussy was out and exposed. With trembling fingers, you went down to his pants. Quickly unbuttoning it. He adjusted his hips so that he was out.  He adjusted himself quickly, so his cock came free- so large and hard.

“Darling-just-just let me- let me-here-” he breathed out. In a second, he pushed your hips down so he sheathed inside you. You let out a gasp- he fit well- already all of him in. 

You spread your legs and got on him. Immediately setting at a pace. Fast, desperate. There was another shudder and papers flew. He began to thrust. Your breasts bounced in turn- it was hitting the right spot, a deep spot. So quick and deep, you were letting out moans. But with the alarms and cacophony of sounds you blended in. 

“L-L-Loki-I-I-” you breathed out.

He thrust thrust thrust so fast in you- it was so out of control. You were losing your breath. Another sound of electric and you let out a moan. You took a trembling hand. You found one of his daggers, despite the pounding into your bouncing body. You took it out-holding the blade to his throat, still thrusting. 

“If-If you ever- ever cheat on me I will-I’ll kill the both of you!” you hissed. 

He only smiled as he felt the blade.

“Yes- Y/N- to be killed by-by-fuck- you. Even- Even a god would want to die like that.”

He then gripped your arm and tipped it around so that it was thrown out of your hands onto the floor. Then he gripped your hips, thrusting still at that pace. Keeping you there. His hands move to feel your skin, memorize you.

“Yes-yes-Yes there-there, sweet girl- you’ve missed this cock- I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours-wet and desperate-”

He groaned as he thrust into you. Your breasts in your bra bouncing, almost coming out. You reached a hand down- feeling his shoulders- his exposed chest with the little hairs. His hand reached down. Your clit was swollen and ready. He began to play with it- meeting the wild, desperate pace of his thrusting. Papers flew from the desk over the floor. 

“Lo-Loki I- ah! Yes, I- ah- fuck-just-just keep…keep going yes-”

He groaned, his neck straining-

“Yes- little goddess here- I-do -I-I I- fuck-what about you and those men at the TVA-shit-leering at you- can they-nrgh- give you pleasure- no other agent- no other person- can- can dare-dare touch you-you’re mine, all mine-none can fuck you here-yes- keep-dammit-dammit- just cum, cum, my dear-just-”

He pounded you into a fury- you bounced around, so much it was getting too much, your pleasure going up, you could feel it building- you gripped onto his shoulders, feeling everything about to clench. Rising up, up, as wild as the alarms blaring around you. 

‘Yes-Yes-Loki- I’m-I’m goingtocumI’mgoingto-”

Your voice kept hitching up high, then higher. Like little gasps, almost small screams- the near release. He kept at his pace.

“Yes- yes, my dear- go-go I’m about to-yes-go with me darling- cum now, cum sweet gril-Cum, dammit-CUM!”

With a high gasp, it broke on you. Everything in your muscles released. You got dizzy. You felt his own cum shoot out inside you. Your breath was held and you felt him relax beneath you. He pulled out of you.

 At once he pulled himself up, touching your forehead. All the noise had gone- there was just the two of you now. Not wanting one bit of you apart.  

“Y/N- I promise. Nothing is going to keep my little pet away from me. Whatever happens now- we face it together.”

You nodded, nuzzling into him. It seemed the panic had settled. The alarms and lights went back to silent normalcy. Even with the chatter and footsteps, here in the little office, things seemed peaceful.

“Loki- I understand. You have great, important things. You’re doing the right thing- but…if I can be with you- if there is anything I can do to help- I’ll do it.”

“I love you so much- and I’ve missed you so much, my Y/N.”

“I’ve missed you too,” you replied. 

Getting up, you helped each other readjust your clothes. Button back each other’s shirts. He kissed you again and you both hurried out clutching hands. You didn’t know what would happen next, but his hand was in yours. That was all you needed for now. 

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Size

Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader

Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.

Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small. 

 It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue. 

 He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—

 Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips. 

 He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this. 

 “H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously. 

 “Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh. 

 “Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”

 “We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”

 Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?” 

 “I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.” 

 You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?” 

 He nods. 

 “Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid. 

 “Where is it?”

 —

 New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically. 

 “Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”

 “Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”

 You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him. 

 “I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.

 “If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise. 

 “This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look. 

 “Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.” 

 “Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet. 

 “I must ask. What led you to this profession?”

 “Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable. 

 “I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.”  He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it. 

 You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”

 “Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges. 

 “Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet. 

 “Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.” 

 He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you. 

 “My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.” 

 “These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.” 

 His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do. 

 You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass. 

 “I really shouldn’t—”

 “What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet. 

 “T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. 

 “I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle. 

“Careful, little mouse.”

 You duck your head.  “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”

 “It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table. 

 “Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently. 

 “No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.

 “Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”

 Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch. 

 His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.

 “—I, wait—”

 “It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure. 

 “F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. 

 “Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth. 

 “T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan. 

 “On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”

 fin

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[tom-whore-dleston]

👠 - “Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?” w/ our god of thunder thor pls bby <33

Life in plastic 👠 - Send me a hottie and a prompt from OP and I’ll write a quick fic (feel free to add AUs/tropes/etc. for some flavor)

Playing Filthy

Pairing: Thor Odinson x f. reader

Genre: smut (lemon)

Warnings: pwp, oral sex (m. receiving), face fucking, teasing, dom!Thor, sub!reader, kinda breath play, very brief mention of spit, m. masturbation (it's quick so don't blink), cum shot, cum eating

Summary: Thor shows you what happens when you tease him in public

Word Count: 865

Notes: Hooray to my first Thor fic 🥳 I hope I did him justice lol Just by reading the title, you already know this is gonna be hella gross but no ragrets xD Thank you Laur for the dirty😏 request and @wint3r-h3art for sending me Thor pics to fuel my nastiness 😘😘 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊

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​​You and your boyfriend were at a party with the other Avengers when you decided to mess around with him. You had been teasing Thor all night and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He dragged you away from the party, pushing you into the nearest room. Before you had a moment to react, he commanded you to your knees. 

“This’ll teach you to fuck with me in front of my friends.”

As you sat on your knees, Thor whipped out his throbbing cock that glistened with precum. Your mouth watered at the bulging veins, excited to take him into your mouth however he pleased. One hand held the base of his thickness while his other hand aggressively pried your mouth open. As your mouth widened, Thor plunged his cock in, causing you to immediately gag when just the tip grazed the roof of your mouth. Considering that you and Thor just recently became an item, you still needed some adjustments to his godly size. However, with the way you had been acting tonight, the mighty god didn’t seem as accommodating as usual. 

“Fuck, just like that!” Thor growled, throwing his head back against the wall. “Such a gorgeous little thing.” Your pussy clenched around nothing as you heard him call you ‘gorgeous.’ His baby blue eyes turned dark as he grunted and shoved more of his length inside your mouth. You violently gagged as the tip pressed against your uvula, grabbing his meaty thighs for support. 

“What’s wrong, gorgeous? Thought this was what you wanted.” Thor bursted into laughter as you struggled to breathe out of your nose. “You wanted to play dirty, but you forget that I’m a fuckin god and gods play filthy.” When he was only met with loud gurgles in lieu of words, he pulled out so you could catch your breath. You gasped and panted for air like a fish out of water, unbothered by the spit drooping from your lips. Meanwhile, Thor stroked himself in front of your face. His throaty murmurs made you wetter, causing you to reach down between your legs. He slapped your hand away, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Oh, no gorgeous. You don’t get to touch yourself after the shit you pulled back there.” Thor tapped the head of his cock against your lips, entering you once again with the same amount of vigor. “All you get to do is sit there and take my cock in that dirty mouth.” 

You peered up at him with puppy eyes, vision becoming blurry from the tears glossing over your eyeballs. A tear finally trailed down your cheek as the tip surpassed your uvula. Just as you thought Thor would maybe go easy on you, he held the back of your head to pump himself in and out of your mouth. The way he used you like a sex toy made your panties soaked and you were aching to rub your pulsing clit. You squeezed your thighs together as Thor fucked your face harder until his thrusts became desperate. He moaned your named as his huge cock palpitated inside you.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. Keep that mouth nice and wide for me, gorgeous.” With that, he pulled out with a pop and began jacking himself off at a rabid speed. Despite being out of breath, you kept your mouth open, impatiently waiting the taste of his seed. One hard thrust later, Thor bellowed a thunderous groan, spurts of cum landing on your tongue and chin. The blonde god released his last string of cum and he leaned against the wall, catching up to his breath. Without breaking eye contact with him, you drunkenly licked up the cum on your face. You were unaware of the remnants of cum that dripped onto your blouse until Thor helped you off the ground, smirking at the fresh stain.

“Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?” His large hands pulled your top off with elegance and you yanked the linen material, inspecting the tainted discoloring.

“Damn it, this was my favorite shirt!” You whined, tossing the ruined fabric on the ground. 

“Guess that makes us even from all the teasing you put me through.”

You scoffed and smacked Thor’s bicep, to which he barely batted an eyelash. Then, you started to rummage through the closet on the opposite side of the room for something decent to replace your stained shirt with. Luckily, Natasha had a stash of oversized headscarfs that you can easily tie over your breasts. Thor watched in awe as you tied the scarf together to create a make shift halter top.

“I don’t know about you, gorgeous, but I would’ve been perfectly fine with you wearing just your bra. Besides, isn’t that a new Midgardian fashion trend?”

“Well, if I went back out there without my shirt, then your friends would know that you and I fucked.”

“Next time, we should just let them know how good I fuck you.” You stood silent in the middle of the room, making Thor smirk cockily. He kissed the top of your head before leading you out of the room back into the party.

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KINKMAS 15 thor x you thor falls for a goddess.

TW:MINORS DNI

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you got up, feeling amazing, but somewhat nervous as you had a date with the god of thunder and storms. you had some nice pink classy heels. preparing for this date was nerve wrecking usually you didn't care or give much importance however, this was the god of thunder, he was handsome and so hot.

THOR's pov: I got ready to see the beautiful Y/N, I was excited but a little nervous the goddess was hot and known for seduction, tricks and leaving men in love with her for years.

your POV: you were anxious "I need to make a good impression" your friend alex came bursting in. "I already know how you are. everything will be ok…" you gave a nervous chuckle "how do you know?" "because, you've literally done this hundreds of times you do not need to worry what's so special about him anyways?"

"because alex… hes the god of thunder, and war. he's mighty hes not just a normal everyday person" you said as you put on some eyelinear. you stared at alex through the mirror. she smiled "really? you will be fine." if anything goes wrong I will be there" you were ready, you went to asgard, seeing thor.

"hey Y/N. how are you?" "im good how are you?" "im great here lets order some drinks" alex stayed back watching, she saw an amazing garden and went to check it out. you saw as thor snapped his fingers ordering a sex on the beach his buttoned up shirt tighted around his large biceps and his veiny wrists. you smiled ordering a martini. "you rule all of asgard?" "yes of course darling…" he gave you a bright smile that made your heart light up. he set his drink down explaining how much he loved his place. as he set his drink down you noticed his biceps, your eyes fluttered as he stared into your soul.

"I know you are well versed in glamour and seduction…" he said with curiosity. his eyes were searching deeply for a response. "yes I am, I dont rule much but Ive been known to seduce any man ive come into contact with. sometimes it depends, some men easily get sucked in, but some need some risk, like showing off my potions of posion."

"I see… I can see the intrigue… I wouldnt say thats totally fair tho as you are a ruler of all men in a way." he said finishing up his drink, giving you a glint within his eyes, you finished up your drink.

you both ordered a 2nd round. you were beyond attracted to thor… his blond hair, his perfect biceps the way that he dressed all of it. "tell me how has the progress with asgard been ever since its destruction" you saw a lump build in his throat. "pretty good…" he said stumbling on his words. "its been rough with architecture but the progress has been fast" he said a little shocked at the question. you saw alex, she had found some pumpkins and she kept looking at how beautiful things were. but they were also far apart, this place was far beyond what you imagined.

alex walked in, you didnt notice "hey, hey thor I am alex nice to meet you" alex said having a smile on her face being as welcoming as possible. "nice to meet you alex tell me a bit about yourself" "I am a archer, best one of my town along with a spice of witchyness."

"ha nice, heres a ticket to an archer event being hosted in asgard the both of you are invited" "oh thank you thor." "Y/N ill be over here with an old friend wave if you need me" "alright love ya" "love ya Y/N" thor asked "so.. are you gonna take me up on that offer" he said with a stern smirk, you noticed his jaw, it was perfect and beyond smooth" you licked your tongue thinking about how handsome he was. "I dont think so I would love to get a tour of your place."

"someones egar to see my palace huh?" he said with a grin "lets go" you said slapping his bicep, you got an eletric touch from skin to skin contact is felt amazing. you also noticied him shiver. you arrived to the palace it was big, just like him… you got your mind out of the gutter as he showed you all of the rooms. bathrooms everything was carefully placed.'their was no speck of dust. everything was protected, you noticed a large bubble around the palace. protecting it from any danger. to be fair this was your first date in awhile, not your first date ever but, the first one in a long time.

"wow this place is pretty thor.." "just like you my darling" he said with a grin. fuck you said to yourself you he was so hot, you noticed the way he was standing and how he would stare at you. he scratched his back nervously. he showed you his room, you found a gold necklace "whos is this?" "its a magic necklace… used for the seductress I have others one for poseidon, one for eros." "wow its so pretty" he got face to face. you saw his hot nose, his soft and sharp jawline, you squirmed, feeling a shock of bliss. you gave him a kiss. the first one in months. he shivered it was almost as the both of you had a shockwave of bliss sent through one anothers bodies.

"you are beyond beautiful." said thor. your stomach has butterflies as he kissed your stomach, you took his shirt off and then his pants "careful darling" "love you in the color blue looking so sexy…"

"you know your biceps are amazing" you both had smirks but you were flushed beyond your comprehension. you were entranced by him. but thor was so handsome. you rubbed your hand across his biceps, he groaned as almost if he had gotten a massage. "what about you… I wanna see that beauty underneath the blue" your cheeks flushed.

"just relax handsome" he had a strong gaze you kissed his abs. slowly taking off your dress. you took off his boxers. you kissed him "are you comfortable darling" "yes thor, I just need you to fuck me up" you wished you didnt say that but your doubt quickly went away and you gripped onto his arms, you switched your position you were no longer ontop of him you were now laying on the bed. he kissed you as he slowly entered.

the feeling was crazy like never before, somehow you knew you were at the right place and at the right time you had never felt this. tingling sensation in your cunt but also all over his body. he let out moans groans "fuck darling… you… send… tingling through my entire body." his words flew out with a arrow of bliss you hand was gonna slip off the bed but thor didn't let that happening keeping you in a comfy position.

"fuck" you moaned, "someone's needy" you moaned as he went faster. "dont hold back thor" he went faster. now your legs were a puddle of wetness while thor was turning into a fireball.

"I guess a god like you has good taste" "of course I do especially with a respectful person like you Y/N" as he said that he kissed your cunt slowly licking it as if you were ice cream. you moaned titling your head back. almost as if his tongue gave you an orgasm. he went back to fucking you deeply. you both did not stop moaning as every movement was like an orgasm.

"fuck darling… I see why your the rightful ruler of men" that alone sent you off you both moaned loudly as you reached your peak. a burst of energy was sent out not only from you but from him as a storm and rain set in stronger then any other you've seen.

"I love you" you both hugged eachother tightly. planning to set off together into asgard as it rained. still feeling a tingling senstation of bliss.

THE END!

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Fic & Writer Recommendations Jan 2023

I know I said I will be doing this quarterly but I just couldn't help myself.

Listed below are writers I am a fan of and fics I have been reading and loving for the month of January (well, some December too). Some are dark and some light but what they do have in common is that they were created by such talented people.

As usual, I'll be categorizing them as Dark, Grey, and Non-Dark. But I am now adding a new category; writers.

Writers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - There really isn't anything that they release that I don't like. Their stories vary in darkness and it's always such a treat to read. My favorite so far is Unexpected and its prequel, Unsolicited, and I think you guys should check it out.

@straywords - Their fics are just *chef's kiss*. I've read a couple of them already and they are just such beautiful pieces. I have yet to dive deeper into their masterlist but so far, In The Mountains and Bound Then and Forever are my current faves.

Dark Fics

Corruption (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

Doppelgänger (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. 

Worthy (Thor x Reader) by @michelleleewise Summary: After your recent breakup your self-esteem is at an all-time low, so you take your friend's advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead.

It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 

Grey Fics

Spoils of War (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @navybrat817 Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Beautiful View from the Backseat (Thor x Stark!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚 Summary: Some mortal things, Thor can get used to. Except traffic jams.

Sweeter Than Apple Pie (DBF!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis 💚 Summary: It's torture sitting through dinner with Lee. Especially when his idle hands can't keep from wandering.

Flavors (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚 Summary: You spend the night testing out new flavors with your god of mischief.

Give these writers and their fics some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed their work. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

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