too much is never enough🏘32
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; physical violence and abuse, mental abuse, parent on child abuse, manipulation/grooming behaviour, predatory but subtle, best friend’s dad trope; some elements not tagged for plot reasons so be wary
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dilf!silverfox!Thor (and possibly Loki later on). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: your return home for the summer after your first year of college to find that little has changed or gotten better in your fractured family.
Note: Monday again.
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You left Reynard at the bottom of the stairs. You’d faced Loki before and as much as you dreaded it this time, he already showed his hand. He played his desperation off as displeasure but you were learning to read him. You knew too much about these Odinsons and their games.
You didn’t knock, didn’t hesitate, as you entered. At first, you didn’t see Loki as you shut the door. You went to the closet and pulled out a long silky nightgown. You ignored him as you went to the bed. He stood and neared you as you laid out the sleepwear and began to strip. If he thought this was how he’d get to you, he was more delusional than you thought.
He stopped you as you stepped out of your jeans, his hand firm on your wrist as he forced you to looked at him. You stood strong and glared into his green eyes.
“Enough,” he squeezed, “you’ve made your point.”
And what’s that? you thought, jutting your chin out derisively without a word.
“You act like a child,” he admonished, “I won’t have it.”
You rolled your eyes and tried to pull away from him. He kept hold of you and swiped away the night gown from the top of the bed. You brought your hand up and he caught your other arm. He clung to you and walked you backwards against the bed.
“I have ways of making you talk,” he snarled as he shoved you.
You flew back and landed on the bed with a bounce. Before you could sit up, he was atop you. You wrestled with him as he grunted and growled, lashing out as he angled you around on the bed. You wriggled as he kept you trapped beneath him, straddling your middle as he bent over you and reached over the edge of the mattress.
He pulled up a strap and wound it around your wrist and then forced the other against. He bound them tightly and sat back to watch you squirm, his chest puffing in anger as you kicked out. He sidled back and grabbed your leg. He continued to the foot of the bed and tied down your ankle, then took your other and pulled your legs wide.
“Pet, you have the power to stop me,” he taunted as he got to his feet, “say the word.”
You shook your head and tugged until your body ached. He chuckled and crossed the room. You watched his shoulders as he searched the top drawer of his dresser and returned to you with a long blade. You held your breath, ready for its bite, and flinched as he slid it under the strap of your bra.
He snapped each then sliced through the thick band between the cups. He tore the fabric away and cut your panties away in turn. You gritted your teeth and closed your eyes. It took you back to the hotel, the same fear, though all that naivety had since evaporated.
The bed jostled beneath his movement and you focused on breathing, focused on making it through. He wouldn’t do this. He would take your anger from you. He wouldn’t see how deep the cracks really were.
You listened to the rustle of fabric and wrapped your fingers around the thick leather strap. He crawled between your legs and tickled your thigh as he pushed his knees against them. He slid two fingers along your folds and spread them so the cool air grazed your cunt.
A sudden buzz surrounded you and made you gasp as the vibrations pressed to your clit. You sucked in your bottom lip and bit down as the toy rippled through your core and you dug your nails into the heel of your hand. Your muscles tensed and your body racked over the smooth duvet.
“Speak to me, pet,” he goaded, “all you have to do is talk.”
You pushed your chin up and heaved. He circled the toy around your bud until the tendrils stretched down your thighs and coiled around your spine. A pressure settled over your chest and plucked at your voice box. You wanted desperately to cry out as you neared your climax.
Then he stopped. You didn’t move as the room fell silent but he remained as he was, firmly between your legs. You peeked out beneath your lashes and he snickered as he tapped his fingers along your sensitive skin. You winced and brought the toy up to admire the sheen of your pleasure.
“Another chance, pet? I would love to hear whatever you have to say,” he smirked.
You squeezed your eyes shut and clamped your lips. He exhaled and the buzz began again. He traced along your vee and once more toyed with your clit. He flicked the tip of the vibe deliberately and you spasmed, close to reaching your apex.
You shuddered as you were ready to explode but he stopped. Again. You held in a whimpered and lifted your head. You grimaced at him as your eyes snapped open and he dragged the toy across his tongue and hummed.
“You don’t taste as good as you sound, pet,” he said, “I can feel it… you’re close.”
You grunted through your teeth and dropped your head. You writhed as you tried to escape the strap but the leather merely cut into your flesh. He started again as the tingle began to fade away and the waves began to swell over you, ready to crash as the vibration pinpointed on your throbbing clit.
When he stopped a third time, you whined. He pinched the inside of your thigh and clicked the toy off. He dropped it and let it roll against your leg. You gulped as you looked down at him, your eyes roving his figure without permission.
His dick bobbed before him hungrily as he shifted back to grab at the straps around your ankles. The subtle lines of muscle in his stomach drew your gaze and you admired his taut physique. Even at his age, he maintained rather well. You envied him even but more so, you longed for him.
“Do you know what you’ve done to me, pet? I’ve never been made to wait like this,” he said as he undid the straps, “I would never wait for any.”
He grasped your ankles and flipped you over harshly. Your stomach hit the mattress as he pulled your legs apart and moved between them, your arms twisted above you. You kept your fingers around the leather as he lifted you as just a little and dragged two fingers along your cunt. He pushed inside and you bit the pillow to keep from whimpering.
He slipped his fingers in and out of you several times then drew them out, framing your cunt as he pressed his tip to your entrance. He eased into you just an inch at a time. He curled his fingers around your hip as he impaled you slowly. He didn’t let up until he was completely buried and lingered in you as your walls clenched around him.
“Say my name,” he growled as he slid his hand up your side.
You murmured but said nothing. He leaned his weight onto your back as he pinned you down. He pulled back and rammed into you, stilling again as you arched your back deeper. You hissed and shook your head.
“Say my name, pet,” he demanded with another sharp thrust.
Your voice crackled in your throat and you croaked. You planted your knees and lifted your ass and he sank deeper. He slapped your ass and you groaned.
“Say my name!” He reared and slammed into you so hard it made your brain rattle.
“Loki!” you hollered, “oh, fuck!”
“Again!” he snapped his hips once more.
“Loki,” you squealed and his motion slowly built, each time he rocked, you cried out his name, “Loki, Loki, Loki--”
He grabbed the back of your head and your shoulder and forced your face into the pillow. He pummeled you without relent as the clap of flesh echoed around you. Your heavy pants overwhelmed your voice and your pathetic moans were muffled in the fluffy pillow.
He reached under you and retrieved the toy and clicked it back to life. He rolled it against your cunt and you mewled into the pillow. Your thighs quaked as you came around him, finally plummeting into the abyss of oblivion.
His pants filled your head as he fucked you harder and harder, sending torrents of agonized pleasure through your body. He paused as he bent over you, his hand cupping the vibe against your cunt as he lifted his knees and placed them outside of yours. He pushed your legs together with his so that your cunt hugged him.
You felt even fuller as he began to rock, his hot breath seeping down your neck as he jerked his hips violently. He snaked his hand around your throat and forced your head up, pressing his cheek to yours as his other hand clicked the toy to the next setting and sent you spinning once more.
Your orgasm tumbled down and chased all the strength from your body. Loki kept his motion as he squeezed your neck and you choked as you bent your legs around his. He bounced you against the mattress as he frantically fucked you into the mattress.
He swore as he came, his body quivering and tensing as his hips stuttered wildly. He drew out his strokes, long and tantalizing, as he rode out his climax. He stilled and let his weight rest over you. You struggled to catch your breath as his heat suffocated you, his chest pattering against your back.
You trembled as you felt the world falling down on you. It felt as if you were being smothered as the afterglow faded and reality dragged you deeper into the sea of despair. The highs never lasted and sent you spiraling back into the lowest depths.
Your chest pounded with panic as sweat needled at your scalp. You yanked on the straps and tried to force Loki off of you. He purred and ran his hand over your side.
“More, pet?” he slithered.
“Get off,” you whispered, “get these off of me.”
“Darling,” he said as his fingers danced on your skin.
“I mean it,” you barely held back the sob, “please, get them off!”
He moved slowly. He climbed off of you and picked loose the knots of the leather. You slid your hands free as soon as you could and sat up. You stumbled as you stood and shivered as you felt him drip down your thighs. You staggered towards the bathroom and closed yourself in as your chest beat furiously.
You locked the door and turned to lean weakly against the counter. You gulped at air as the panic erupted inside of you and tears spilled down your cheeks. You gasped and sucked in air as you began to hyperventilate. You lifted your head and look at yourself, horrified by the mess that stared back.
You counted as you struggled to calm yourself. You didn’t want him to hear. Didn’t want him to know how fragile you truly were. You focused on the numbers and the in and out of your breaths. Finally, you were able to wipe away the tears.
“Darling,” the rap came on the door as you rinsed your face and then between your legs, “are you unwell?”
You wanted to snarl, to scoff, to rip open the door and laugh in the face. Were you unwell? Why would he even ask?
You dried off and went to the door. You rested your hand on the knob and flipped the lock back. You slowly opened it and he stepped back to let you out. You looked at him then at the room. You stooped to grab your nightgown from where he tossed it and pulled it over your head.
“You got what you want,” you said curtly, “so, I’m fine.”
You worked at straightening out the bed. You grimaced at the slimy mess on the duvet and bunched it up. You shoved it into the hamper and crossed the room.
“Where are you going?” Loki asked as he hovered along your peripheral.
You didn’t answer and strode out into the hall. You peeked through several doors before you found the linen closet and returned. You threw the new coverlet over the bed and he pulled it straight from the other side. You climbed up onto the mattress and fell back with a lofty thump.
“Darling,” he got up on the other side of the bed, “if you talk to me--”
“About what?” you huffed, “tell me, Loki, what should I say?”
“I… I don’t know,” he uttered, “I’ve tried. I’ve done everything I can to be certain my brother doesn’t--”
“You think he’s the only problem? Do you truly think you are any better? Why? Because you put a ring on my finger? And why did you do that? Because of him. Not because I have any value beyond your plaything. What am I gonna do in a year when you go back to fucking women by the truckload, huh? Or when you decide that this was all good fun but you never really cared about anything but your dick?” You spat as you pushed yourself up, “you’re just going to give me right back to him to keep me off your plate.”
“Is that what you think?” he blinked.
“What am I supposed to think?” you sneered, “tell me.”
He stared at you, his eyes searching and his lips twitched. You frowned and dropped back with a heavy sigh.
“Why the fuck are you smiling?” you hissed as his lips curved.
“Because you are talking,” he said.
“Uh huh,” you turned onto your side and kept your back to him, “I’m too tired to talk.”
He didn’t have an answer for that. The bed shifted and the lamp went out. He laid down next to you and you stewed in the silence. You peered into the dark until your eyes could see through the shadows.
“I never even considered marrying any of those women,” he said quietly, “you’re the only one with a ring.”
You clicked your tongue but said nothing. It was laughable.
“It was about Thor. At first,” he admitted, “but would you believe me if I said that it’s about you now?”
You closed your eyes. You didn’t believe him. If you wanted to hold it together, you couldn’t let yourself believe him. He taught you not to trust him, the only lesson you could thank him for.
“No,” you said, “why would I ever believe anything you say?”
“Fair enough,” he exhaled audibly, “this would be easier if you at least tried to work with me.”
“It would’ve been easier if you had just let me go,” you retorted, “did you ever think of that?”
“Let you go where? I’ve kept you from the streets, from poverty--”
“I know!” you snapped, “I know, okay? I know how pathetic I am. I know how easy it was. I know that I was just asking for it all.” You sat up and turned to him, you glared at him through the dark, “I know that it’s all my fault. I blamed you before, I blamed Thor, I blamed Theresa and your entire family, but I see now it was me. I should have just gone and lived out on some park bench.”
He propped himself up on his elbows as he tried to see you through the dim, “darling, don’t be--”
You pushed him back down to his back and growled in frustration. You hated him! You hated that even as you seethed at him, you longed to hold him down and fuck him, because that was the only happiness he’d ever offered you.
You hit his chest and held him down as you kicked the blankets away. You swung your leg over him and lined him up with your tender cunt. You slid onto him with a soft moan and sank your nails into his chest. You rocked atop him and felt him watching you. His hands brushed over your thighs as he rasped and kneaded your flesh.
“This is what I’m good for,” you said as you tilted your hips, “that’s all you ever wanted, so take it.”
“Darling,” he reached up and cradled your face, “stop--stop!” He grabbed your chin and squeezed, “stop. Now.”
You did as he said and shoved his hand away. He let his arm fall as you scoffed, “that’s it. It means something when you say it, huh?”
You hung your head and shakily pushed yourself off of him. You slumped onto your side and hugged yourself as you bent your legs. You hid your face in the pillow and your nose tingled as another rush of sadness washed over you.
“I’m pregnant,” you whispered.
You brought your hand up to shield your face as tears trickled down. His long fingers stretched over yours and bent around them gently. He moved your hand away from your face and held it. He brought it over to his chest and slid his other arm beneath you and held you as you succumbed to the crushing flood.
For once, he had no smart quip.
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