18+ plz I am a simp, and this is my blog. I'm obsessed with crime dramas like most basic bitches and I write fanfiction because I'm unoriginal. jk I'm working on a novel but yo b**ch has ADD and can't keep track of anything. most postings regarding novel will be out of order because I am an entity of chaos she/they 28
Run to You : (Angst, Hurt/comfort) Spencer and Reader are separated when her father falls ill (she/her fem!readerxSpencer) tw:death funerals
His Favorite Christmas Story: Spencer meets Reader, but never catches her name. (Spencer x reader)
Shoot Your Shot: Reader thinks she has the perfect opportunity to tell Spencer her true feelings, but her childhood best friend gets in the way. Coming Soon NSFW
Harry Potter:
White Christmas: reader copes with the loss of a loved one during the holidays (Fred Weasley x Reader)
Twilight:
Coming soon: Roses and Irises (EmmettxRosaliexReader)
Harry Potter
Honey Badger (DracoxReader): Draco finally sees the one whose been waiting for him all these years. (TW, Torture, violence, more tags in posts)
Part I ////// Part II ///// Part III (NSFW)///// Part IV ///// Part V
If We Were A Movie (DracoxFem!OC) [Triggers Listed on Doc. inspired by the Sleeping with Sirens Album of the same name]
Scene One:James Dean and Audrey Hepburn ////// Scene Two: Roger Rabbit //// Scene Three: Stomach Tied In Knots ///// Scene Four: Don't You Ever Forget About Me ////// Scene Five: With Eyes and Ears to See
Criminal Minds:
Dreamland: Based on the Glass Animal album
Aria Donovan spends Quarantine in isolation on the small Island home she hoped to share with Dr. Spencer Reid. This is the reflection of her life (SpencerxFem!OC) Tw: domestic violence, physical abuse
Prompt - âI looked at him as a friend until I realised I loved him.â
Notes - Requests are open again, please feel free to send a request in!!
It was an easy thing to do, falling in love with Peter Parker. It was easy and it came so naturally that you didnât even realise it had happened. One day he was the random kid your dad had brought home, the random kid who was suddenly always in the lab, working alongside you and Tony or working near you on his own things and then suddenly he was the boy you were spending every weekend with, making plans that didnât involve the lab, walking the streets of New York together, laughing until your ribs ached and finding that one day you knew Peter Parker like the back of your hand.
Falling in love with him was the easiest thing you had ever done.
It was a while before you even realised you were in love, for so long you had been content to be his friend, to have him at your side in the only way you thought you could. It was your dad that pointed out your feelings, one night during a quiet moment in the lab.
Neither of you were working on any one project in particular that night, instead you both sat on the old beat up couch, take out from hours before sat discarded on the table. The silence had settled between you and it was nice, up until Tony decided to break the silence, sending your mind into overdrive, thinking of every moment you and Peter had had together since youâd been introduced.
âYou know you can tell me that you and Pete are dating.â Tony said, his voice soft to match the peacefulness between you.Â
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion, wondering how your dad had come to that conclusion before realisation hit you.
You liked Peter.
Of course you did. The strangest part of this was that you were only just realising it now, youâd known Peter for a year now, you spent pretty much all of your free time with the boy and yet you hadnât realised it.
You hadn't realised that when you were having a bad day it was Peter you wanted, it was Peter you called and it was Peter who would swing over without hesitation to make sure you were ok. Whenever you got good news it was Peter you were excited to tell. Whenever a new movie came out or you heard of a new place to eat at, it was Peter you invited. When you laughed until tears filled your eyes it was because of Peter, when you smiled brightly and felt so much love in your heart it was because of Peter.
It was always Peter.
How had you not realised it?
âOh my god, kid.â Tony laughed, pulling you into him and you let yourself sink against him, laughing with him in disbelief. âYou didnât know.â
âI didnât know.â You agreed with another huff of laughter, the two of you sitting there just laughing.
âYou gonna tell him?â Tony murmured after more silence passed and you let yourself think it over.
Now that you realised that you liked Peter, you also realised that Peter liked you too. Now that you let yourself comb through the memories in a new light, it was laughable that you had never realised it before.
âYeah.â You told him softly, knowing that your relationship with Peter wouldnât change much, the two of you had practically been together for so long now.
And you had been right. Once everything was out in the open, once the two of you realised you were idiots, nothing changed, except now you knew what Peterâs lips felt like against yours and how it felt to be held by him.Â
You still remembered the conversation, still remember how nervous Peter had seemed.
âCan we talk?â You asked him as you walked back towards the tower, Peterâs head shooting over to you, eyes wide.
âIs, um, yeah, of course, is everything okay?â Peter stammered out and you smiled at him, you couldnât have stopped yourself from smiling if you tried, wondering how you hadnât managed to see your feelings before.
âI like you.â You said easily, not feeling any anxiety around the words, âI really, really like you. Being with you is the best part of my day, any day that we donât talkâŠitâs just not a good day. I like you, Peter.â
You watched Peter carefully for a reaction, smiling at the ways his eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks, disbelief written across his face as he stared at you, his mouth opening and closing.
âY/N,â He breathed out, seemingly at a loss before he shook his head. âYou like me?â
âYeah.â You laughed softly, watching his look of disbelief morph into a wide, blinding smile.
âYou like me.â He breathed out, this time in relief, stepping closer to you and you let him reach out and pull you close, let him rest your foreheads together. âYou like me.â
âIâm really hoping youâre going to say you like me back at some point.â You laugh and he joins in, his laugh slightly breathless.
âYeah, yeah, of course I like you, Iâve liked you forâŠGod, Iâve liked you for so long.â He told you and now it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. âI just didnât think youâd like me.â
The next year was spent practically joined at the hip. You spent nights sleeping at Mayâs, the woman getting a soft look on her face, smiling warmly whenever she saw the two of you together, watching the way Peter dotted on you, watching the way Peter lit up whenever you were so much as mentioned. On the nights you werenât at Mayâs you were at the tower or the compound, after a talk between Peter and Tony had settled Peterâs nerves, realising that the man loved the fact you and Peter had fallen in love, as if there had ever been a chance that Tony was going to send Peter away and forbid the two of you from being together.
âAnd weâre going on a field trip to MOMA tomorrow, me and Ned are so excited!â You smiled warmly, against Peterâs chest, the two of you tangled up on your bed in the tower as you listened to Peter ramble on about his trip, feeling more content than you ever had.
Peterâs hands combed through your hair and you cuddled further into him, your palm resting on his stomach before you turned your head to face him.
âI love you.â You murmured, the words leaving your lips for the first time, needing to say them.
You had stressed over those three little words, convinced yourself you couldnât just say them on any random day, it had to be special. It was only now, laying here in the quiet of the night that you realised this was special, how you felt now, youâd never felt before, the love you felt for him was special enough that it should be said.
Peter got the same look on his face that he had when you told him you liked him, his eyes going comically wide, his mouth parting in disbelief before a smile stretched across his face. He shifted the two of you so he could cup your face softly, bringing your foreheads together and brushing your cheekbone with his thumb.
âI love you too.â He grinned, voice full of excitement and warmth. âGod, I love you so much.â
The two of you spent the rest of the night, cuddled close together, trading soft kisses and whispered confessions.
The next morning Peter had cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss and then another one and another one until FRIDAY interrupted, telling him heâd be late if he didnât leave soon and he grinned down at you, still laying in bed, and kissed you once more.Â
âIâll meet you later?â Peter asked as he picked up his backpack and you nodded at him, smiling brightly at him. âI love you!â
âI love you too, have fun!âÂ
Peter gave you one last bright smile before he left the room and you let your head fall back against the pillow, smiling up at the ceiling, the warm feeling in your chest, heavy with love, feeling like it would never go away.Â
It did though.
That warm feeling of love was ripped from your chest when an alert came through whilst you were sitting in the lab with your dad. You watched as he stepped closer, pressing a kiss on your head before suiting up and heading out, leaving you alone with FRIDAY pulling up multiple live feeds of what was happening.Â
It was nerve wracking enough every time you had to watch your dad flying around in the Iron Man suit, the anxiety gripping you. You thought that feeling couldnât get worse, the feeling of terror and dread, wondering if today was the day he didnât come home. It was overwhelming and it never got easier.
Yet somehow it paled in comparison to watching Spider-Man swing onto the scene, your dad and your boyfriend fighting together and you felt like you'd been dunked in cold water, felt like the rug had been swept out from under your feet. You couldnât catch your breath.
âWhat is he doing there?â You asked the empty room, FRIDAY staying silent until she had something to add.
âMiss Stark.â The AI said as softly as she could and you flinched violently. âMr Parker is currently 43,000 feet in the air and climbing.âÂ
âWhat?â You exclaim, hands shaking before you grip the metal table top. âPatch me through to him!â
âY/N!â Peter said breathlessly and your heart was hammering against your chest.
âPeteâŠâ You breathed out, voice breaking around the word. âWhat are you doing?â
âI think Iâm going to space.â He said, his own voice trembling before he took a breath and you didnât need to see him to know he was putting on a mask, making himself seem braver than he was, making himself be Spider-Man and not Peter Parker. âItâs going to be ok, whatever happens, I'll be back soon.â
âPeter, please. I love youâ You begged, the words heavy with fear and Peter forced his voice to stay steady despite how scared he was, despite the fact he felt like he couldnât breathe.
âI love yo-â Peter started but he never got the chance to finish his words, the connection cutting out and you cried, you cried and begged FRIDAY to track him, to get the connection back.
âMiss Stark, I am sorry but the connection has been lost.â
âFRIDAY, where is he? Whereâs my dad?â You asked, a sinking feeling in your chest, feeling like your whole world had just been ripped from you.
âMr Starkâs signal was lost moments after Mr Parkerâs.â FRIDAY said as apologetically as she could.
You sobbed, you sobbed and screamed and threw everything off the table, the lab thrashed by the end of the day, leaving you to sit alone to cry in the mess.
It didnât get any better. Weeks passed, half the world disappeared and you felt empty. You hadnât slept since it happened, not until your body physically couldnât stand to be awake and forced you into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning and waking up with two names on your lips each time.
They were both gone, theyâd gone and they hadnât come back.
They were gone and you were still here and you tried. You forced yourself into the workshop, though the first day you were consumed by grief and memories of working with your dad and Peter but you forced yourself to figure something out.
You werenât entirely sure what you were figuring out but you spent weeks in the lab, the dark circles under your eyes looked like youâd been punched, you hadnât eaten properly since that day.
You hated that you were still here.
You were still here and they were gone.
You were at the compound when Rhodey came in to get you, having forced you out of the tower and in with the remaining avengers. His eyes were watery and he couldnât say anything, his mouth opened but no words came out.
âWhat is it?â You asked him but he shook his head and could only gesture for you to follow him.
So you did. You forced your aching body up, forced yourself to follow Rhodey out into the cool, night air, flinching slightly as you did. You felt numb to everything, numb to the touch on your shoulder from Steve, numb to Pepperâs soft gaze.
Numb to the ship landing in front of you.
It wasnât until Rhodey nudged you, forcing you to look up that you felt something for the first time in weeks.Â
You looked up, watching as a frail looking Tony Stark stepped off the ship and you couldnât breath, you couldnât get any air to your lungs, could only stare at him, taking a step closer to him before he spoke, looking at Steve as he did.
âCouldnât stop him.â He said as Steve helped him down the stairs of the ship. âI lost the kid.â
Your whole world stopped again, your knees buckling as you stepped closer to your dad, before they gave up, Tony just about catching you in his weak arms with Steveâs help, the super soldier taking most of your weight as you sobbed, heart wrenching, painful sobs that had everyone around you tearing up.
âNo, no, please.â You begged nobody in particular, feeling Tony wrap his arms around you, his hand holding your head to his chest as you cried and he cried silently with you.Â
You had your dad back, something you thought would never happen, you thought he was gone forever but he was here and you were flooded with relief but battling that relief for your dad was grief. The grief wrecked you, it wiped you out, it consumed you in a way you had never felt before.Â
Before you could hope. It was the smallest bit of hope but you could hope, you hadnât seen him turn to dust so maybe, maybe he was ok but now you knew, you knew for certain he was gone.
He was gone and he wasnât coming back.
It wasnât fair, you had only had two years with him, two beautiful, love filled years but it wasnât fair. You were supposed to have years, you were supposed to have forever.Â
You would have to miss him for longer than you had ever known him.Â
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- 5 times you ask Hotch to touch you and the 1 time he asks to be held -
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Genre: fluff, some angst (not between them)
Warnings: case talk, injuries during a case, blood mentioned, insecurities, crying, needing comfort, kissing, happy ending
1. "Can you hold my hand?"
The first time you asked him to touch you, it felt like a lifeline â a fragile tether keeping you from falling into the darkness that had begun to creep in. You were both walking out of the interrogation room, the air still charged with the tension left behind. The unsub had been particularly vile, his words slicing through your defenses like a blade. You had held your composure in the room â you always did â but now, with the door closed and the weight of the case pressing on your chest, the cracks were starting to show.
You could still hear the unsubâs voice in your head, the way he had spoken about his victims as though they were nothing more than objects. Your hands trembled as you clenched them into fists, trying to push away the nausea rising in your throat.
Aaron walked beside you in silence, his presence calm and steady, as it always was. You envied his ability to compartmentalize, to walk away from horrors like this without letting them leave a mark. But as you glanced up at him, you caught the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders seemed just a little more rigid than usual. He felt it too â he just hid it better.
âAre you okay?â His voice broke through your thoughts, low and grounding.
âIâm fine,â you said automatically, though your voice wavered.
He didnât respond right away, his sharp eyes flicking down to your hands, which you had unconsciously begun rubbing together in a futile attempt to steady them.
âNo,â he said quietly but firmly. âYouâre not.â
Your instinct was to deny it again, to brush off his concern and pretend you had everything under control. But the words died in your throat as the tremors in your hands grew worse. Without thinking, you reached out toward him, your voice barely above a whisper.
âCan you hold my hand? Just⊠just for a second.â
He didnât hesitate. His hand slid into yours, warm and solid, his fingers wrapping around yours with a strength that was both gentle and grounding. The world seemed to tilt back into place as his thumb brushed over your knuckles in a slow, reassuring motion.
âItâs okay,â he said softly, his deep voice steady and unwavering. âIâve got you.â
You stared at where your hands were joined, the contrast between your smaller, trembling fingers and his strong, steady grip. A lump formed in your throat, and you took a shaky breath, the trembling beginning to subside as the warmth of his hand anchored you.
âThank you,â you murmured, your voice barely audible.
He didnât let go right away. His thumb continued its gentle path along your skin, a silent reassurance that he wasnât rushing you, that he was there for as long as you needed.
âYou donât have to do this alone,â he said, his voice soft but firm, the weight of his words settling over you like a blanket.
For the first time in a long time, you felt the truth of those words sink in. And for the first time, you let yourself believe him.
2. "Will you help me up?"
The chase had been brutal. It was the kind of pursuit that left no room for hesitation, no time to think beyond the thundering of your heart and the pounding of your boots against the forest floor. The unsub was fast, darting between the trees with the desperation of a cornered animal. You were faster, but the uneven terrain was unforgiving, and your focus was split between keeping your eyes on him and avoiding the roots and rocks scattered across the ground.
You didnât see the root until it was too late. Your foot caught on it, and you went down hard, the impact jolting through your body as your ankle twisted beneath you.
âDamn it,â you hissed, trying to push yourself up. But when you shifted your weight onto your injured ankle, a sharp, searing pain shot through you, forcing you back onto the ground.
The sound of footsteps brought you back to the present, and you looked up to see Aaron sprinting toward you. His gun was drawn, his eyes scanning the trees even as he made a beeline for you.
âAre you hurt?â he asked as he dropped to his knees beside you, his voice calm but edged with urgency.
âItâs nothing,â you said through gritted teeth, waving him off. âI just need to get upââ
âStop,â he said sharply, his tone brooking no argument.
You opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes silenced you. He was already reaching for your ankle, his hands sure and gentle as he assessed the injury.
âItâs sprained,â he said after a moment, his brow furrowed. âYouâre not walking on this.â
âI can manage,â you insisted, even as the pain made your vision blur. âJust help me upââ
âNo,â he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.
Before you could protest further, he moved with a decisiveness that left you momentarily stunned. Sliding one arm under your knees and the other around your back, he lifted you off the ground as though you weighed nothing.
âHotchââ
âDonât argue,â he said, his tone softening just enough to take the sting out of his words. âYouâre hurt, and Iâm not letting you make it worse.â
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you realized how close you were to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. His chest was solid beneath you, his heartbeat steady and strong, a grounding rhythm against the chaos of your own.
âI can walk,â you mumbled, though your voice lacked conviction.
âYou donât have to,â he said simply, his gaze fixed ahead as he carried you back toward the team.
The words hung between you, their weight sinking into your chest. For once, you didnât argue. Instead, you allowed yourself to lean into him, your head resting lightly against his shoulder as his arms held you secure.
And for the first time, you felt what it meant to truly let someone else carry the weight for you.
3. "Can you hug me?"
The case had been devastating. Cases involving children were always the hardest, but this one had left a particularly deep scar. The unsub, a man who had systematically targeted families, had shown no remorse â if anything, he seemed to revel in the pain he caused. Even though the team had caught him, the damage was done. A family was gone, ripped apart, and no amount of justice would bring them back.
The jet ride back was suffocating. Everyone was quiet, the weight of the case pressing down on the cabin like a physical presence. You sat by the window, staring out at the night sky as the clouds blurred past. Your stomach churned, and your throat felt tight, but you held it together. You always did.
When the jet landed, you lingered behind as the others disembarked. The thought of going home to an empty apartment, sitting alone in the silence, was unbearable. You told yourself you just needed a moment to collect yourself, but the truth was you felt stuck, unable to move or breathe properly.
âAre you alright?â Aaronâs voice cut through the quiet, startling you.
You turned to see him standing near the doorway, his expression calm but his dark eyes watching you closely. You hadnât realized heâd stayed behind too.
âIâm fine,â you said automatically, the lie slipping out without hesitation.
He didnât move, didnât look away. His silence stretched, unspoken but understanding, and suddenly you felt exposed. The walls youâd so carefully built over the years began to crack under the weight of his steady gaze.
âIâm just⊠tired,â you admitted finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
His brows drew together, concern flickering across his face. âDo you want me to stay?â
You shook your head quickly, embarrassed by the question and the vulnerability it implied. âNo, Iâm fine. I just need toââ
You stopped, the words catching in your throat as the ache in your chest grew unbearable. You looked down at your hands, clenching and unclenching them in your lap as you tried to find something to hold onto.
Before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out. âCan you hug me?â
The question hung in the air, fragile and raw. You didnât dare look up at him, afraid of what you might see.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, you heard the soft rustle of his jacket as he crossed the space between you.
âCome here,â he said gently, his voice low and steady.
You looked up, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was pulling you into his arms. His embrace was warm and firm, his hands resting on your back as he held you close. You buried your face in his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you in a way nothing else could.
âItâs okay,â he murmured, his breath warm against your hair. âIâve got you.â
His hand moved in slow, soothing circles on your back, and the knot in your chest began to loosen. You didnât realize you were crying until you felt the wetness on his shirt, but he didnât seem to mind. If anything, he held you tighter, as though he could physically hold you together while you fell apart.
For what felt like the first time in forever, you let yourself lean on someone else. And in his arms, the weight of the case, of everything, didnât feel quite so crushing.
4. "Can you just stay with me?"
The motel room was small and unremarkable, its beige walls and faded floral bedspread screaming mediocrity. The case had taken its toll on everyone, and you could feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your chest as you stepped out of the shower, toweling your hair dry. Your limbs were heavy, your mind foggy, but you couldnât ignore the ache in your chest â the remnants of a particularly brutal day on the job.
Youâd seen it before: the aftermath of peopleâs worst moments. But this case was different. It had crept under your skin, latched onto your soul, and refused to let go. The faces of the victims lingered behind your closed eyes, and no matter how many deep breaths you took, you couldnât shake the suffocating weight.
When a soft knock came at your door, you startled slightly, pulling the towel tighter around you before calling out, âOne second!â You scrambled to throw on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, padding barefoot across the cheap carpet to open the door.
Aaron stood on the other side, his presence grounding and commanding even in the dim light of the hallway. He looked as tired as you felt, his tie gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone, and his sleeves rolled up. There was a faint crease between his brows, one you recognized as his default expression when something was troubling him.
âHotch,â you said, surprised. âIs everything okay?â
His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, he didnât say anything. He just looked at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as though searching for something. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and careful.
âI saw your light was still on,â he said. âI just wanted to check on you.â
The words were simple, but the weight behind them wasnât lost on you. He wasnât just checking in as your boss or your team leader. This was personal â a quiet, unspoken acknowledgment of the fact that he could see the same weariness in you that he felt in himself.
You stepped aside, holding the door open. âCome in.â
He hesitated for only a second before stepping into the room, his presence filling the small space. He moved toward the lone chair by the window, sitting down with a quiet sigh as he leaned back, his shoulders slumping slightly.
âYou donât have to check on me, you know,â you said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. âIâm okay.â
He gave you a pointed look, one that said he didnât believe you for a second. âYouâre not okay,â he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. âGuess Iâm not hiding it very well.â
âYouâve had a hard day,â he said. âWe all have. Itâs okay to not be okay.â
Something about the way he said it â so calm, so matter-of-fact â caused the knot in your chest to loosen ever so slightly. You looked down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
âI canât stop seeing their faces,â you admitted quietly. âEvery time I close my eyes⊠itâs just there. And it feels like no matter what we do, itâs never enough. We canât save everyone.â
There was a long pause, and when you looked up, Aaron was watching you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
âNo,â he said softly. âWe canât save everyone. But we saved someone today. And that matters.â
His words were meant to be comforting, but they only brought the sting of tears closer to the surface. You swallowed hard, blinking quickly to keep them at bay.
âI donât know how you do it,â you said, your voice trembling slightly. âHow you keep going, case after case, loss after loss.â
He leaned forward then, resting his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together. âBecause I have to,â he said simply. âBecause if I stop, if I let it get to me⊠then it wins. And I canât let that happen.â
There was a rawness to his voice that you rarely heard, a vulnerability that he rarely allowed himself to show. It was a side of him that reminded you he wasnât just your leader â he was human, just like the rest of you.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence in the room was heavy, but it wasnât uncomfortable. It was a shared understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of the weight you both carried.
Finally, you broke the silence, your voice barely above a whisper. âCan you just stay with me?â
The question hung in the air, fragile and tentative. For a heartbeat, you thought he might say no, that he might retreat behind his walls and insist on maintaining the professional distance he was so careful to preserve.
But then he nodded, his eyes softening as he stood from the chair. âOf course,â he said quietly.
He crossed the room and sat down beside you on the bed, his presence warm and solid beside you. For a moment, you didnât move, unsure of how to close the distance between you. But then his hand came to rest on your back, his touch gentle and reassuring, and the tension in your shoulders melted away.
You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles against your back, and you felt yourself relax for the first time all day.
âThank you,â you murmured, your voice muffled against his shirt.
âYou donât have to thank me,â he said softly. âIâm here. Always.â
The quiet conviction in his voice sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and for the first time that day, the suffocating weight began to lift.
You didnât know how long you sat there, wrapped in his embrace. The minutes blurred together, the world outside fading into insignificance as you let yourself lean on him, let yourself draw strength from his presence.
And when you finally closed your eyes, the faces of the victims were no longer the first thing you saw. Instead, it was Aaronâs face, his quiet strength and unwavering support a balm to your weary soul.
You didnât know what tomorrow would bring, but in that moment, you knew you werenât alone. And for the first time in a long time, that was enough.
5. "Can you hold me?"
The house was silent now, eerily still in the aftermath of chaos. The team had already left, but you and Aaron remained behind to tie up loose ends â packing evidence, reviewing case notes, and ensuring the crime scene was left intact for the local authorities. The work was necessary, methodical, but it felt like moving through molasses. The weight of the case clung to you, thick and suffocating.
You stood in the unsub's living room, staring at the remnants of his twisted life. The photos on the walls, the personal items strewn across the floor, all told a story of pain and control. Youâd seen scenes like this before, but tonight, it felt like too much. The air felt heavy, as though the walls themselves were pressing down on you.
Behind you, Aaronâs steady presence filled the room. You could hear the soft rustle of his coat as he moved closer, the faint creak of the floorboards under his weight. He didnât say anything at first, but you could feel his gaze on you, warm and steady like the sun breaking through clouds.
âYou should sit down,â he said finally, his voice quiet but firm.
âIâm fine,â you replied, though the tightness in your voice betrayed the lie.
Aaron stepped closer, his footsteps deliberate. âYouâve been standing there for ten minutes,â he pointed out, his tone carrying a gentle note of concern. âYou donât have to carry all of this alone.â
His words hit harder than you expected, and your throat tightened. You shook your head, trying to keep it together, but the weight of everything â the victims, their families, the endless parade of darkness â pressed down on you like a tidal wave.
âIâm just tired,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âTired of seeing all this pain, all this... evil. Sometimes it feels like no matter what we do, itâs never enough.â
Aaron didnât respond right away. Instead, he stepped closer until he was standing right beside you. The warmth of his presence was grounding, and for a moment, you let yourself focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing.
âItâs not easy,â he said finally, his voice soft but steady. âBut youâre stronger than you think. And youâre not alone in this.â
The sincerity in his voice broke something inside you. You turned to face him, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. âI donât feel strong right now,â you admitted, your voice trembling. âI feel... lost.â
His expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his dark eyes searching yours as though trying to find the right words. Finally, he reached out, his hand brushing your arm in a gesture so gentle it made your chest ache.
âYouâre not lost,â he said quietly. âYouâre here. Youâre standing. And thatâs enough.â
The tears youâd been holding back slipped free, and you quickly swiped at them, embarrassed. âIâm sorry,â you choked out. âI didnât mean toââ
âStop,â he interrupted gently. âYou donât have to apologize. Not to me.â
His words were a balm to your frayed nerves, and before you could second-guess yourself, you asked, âCan you hold me?â The words came out soft, almost hesitant, but they hung in the air between you like a plea.
For a moment, Aaron hesitated. Not because he didnât want to, but because he was Aaron Hotchner â measured, thoughtful, always careful with the boundaries he set. But then his expression shifted, and without a word, he stepped closer and opened his arms.
You didnât hesitate. You stepped into his embrace, your hands clutching the fabric of his jacket as his arms wrapped around you. The world seemed to fall away as he held you, his touch firm and steady, as though he was anchoring you to the earth.
His chin rested lightly on the top of your head, and his hand moved in slow, soothing circles against your back. âIâve got you,â he murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble.
The floodgates opened then, and you let yourself cry. Not the quiet, restrained tears youâd been holding back, but the deep, gut-wrenching sobs that came from the core of your being. And through it all, Aaron didnât let go. He held you as though his only purpose in that moment was to keep you from falling apart.
âItâs okay,â he said softly, his breath warm against your hair. âLet it out. Iâm here.â
You didnât know how long you stayed like that, wrapped in his arms, but time seemed to lose all meaning. Slowly, the sobs began to subside, and your breathing evened out. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, but his hands remained on your arms, grounding you.
âIâm sorry,â you said again, though this time your voice was steadier. âI didnât mean to fall apart like that.â
Aaron shook his head, his gaze steady and unwavering. âYou donât have to apologize for being human,â he said firmly. âYou carry so much, and sometimes itâs too much. Thatâs why weâre a team. You donât have to do this alone.â
The warmth in his voice, the unshakable conviction in his words, made your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with sadness. âThank you,â you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He gave you a small nod, his hands still resting on your arms. âAnytime.â
The moment stretched between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. You wanted to tell him how much his support meant to you, how much he meant to you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you leaned into his embrace once more, resting your head against his chest. He didnât hesitate to hold you again, his arms wrapping around you like a shield against the darkness.
And in that moment, you felt lighter. Not because the weight of the world had disappeared, but because you werenât carrying it alone anymore. Aaron was there, solid and steady, and as his heartbeat thrummed beneath your ear, you realized something important: with him by your side, you could face anything.
+1. "Can you hold me?"
It was late. The office was shrouded in shadows, the hum of the buildingâs air conditioning the only sound cutting through the silence. Youâd expected the bullpen to be empty when you arrived, yet the faint glow spilling from Aaronâs office told you otherwise. You werenât surprised â late nights like this had become the norm for him, his relentless dedication often bordering on self-punishment.
You pushed the door open softly, peeking inside to find him sitting at his desk. His jacket was slung over the back of his chair, his tie loosened, and the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. Papers were scattered across his desk, though it was clear from the distant look in his eyes that he hadnât been reading them. He was staring blankly at his hands, his brow furrowed, the weight of something heavy pressing down on him.
âHotch,â you said gently, stepping inside.
His head snapped up, his dark eyes meeting yours. He looked exhausted â not just physically, but emotionally, the kind of weariness that ran bone-deep.
âYou should go home,â he said, his voice quiet but firm, though it lacked the sharpness you were used to hearing from him.
âSo should you,â you replied, stepping closer to his desk.
He didnât respond, his gaze dropping back to the desk as his fingers traced aimless patterns on the surface. There was a vulnerability about him that you rarely saw, a crack in the unshakable armor he always wore.
âAre you okay?â you asked softly, concern threading through your voice.
For a moment, he didnât answer. He seemed to wrestle with himself, his jaw tightening as though he were trying to force the words down. But then he looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with something you couldnât quite place.
âCan you hold me?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The vulnerability in his words hit you like a punch to the chest. Aaron Hotchner, the stoic, unshakable leader who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, was asking you for something so raw, so human.
You didnât hesitate. Closing the distance between you, you reached out and pulled him into your arms. He came willingly, almost collapsing into you as his head dipped to rest against your shoulder. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his grip desperate, as though you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
For a long moment, neither of you said a word. You simply held him, your fingers threading gently through his hair as he buried his face against your neck. His breathing was uneven, the tension in his body radiating off him in waves.
âItâs okay,â you murmured softly, your lips brushing against his temple. âIâm here. Iâve got you.â
His hands tightened on your back, and you felt him exhale, a shuddering breath that seemed to carry with it the weight of everything heâd been holding in. You had always known Aaron carried more than he let on â the responsibility of the team, the guilt of the lives he couldnât save, the endless burden of being the one everyone else relied on. But in this moment, he let himself lean on you, his walls crumbling in your arms.
âI donâtâŠâ he began, his voice muffled against your shoulder. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his brow furrowed, his expression pained. âI donât know how to do this. I donât know how to let someone elseââ
âYou donât have to do it all alone,â you said, cutting him off gently. You brought a hand to his face, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. âYou donât have to carry everything by yourself, Aaron. Let me help you. Let me be there for you.â
His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought he might pull away, retreat back into the safety of his walls. But then something shifted in his expression, the tension in his shoulders easing as he leaned into your touch.
âThank you,â he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.
Before you could respond, his hand came up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. The intimacy of the gesture sent a warmth spreading through your chest, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.
When you opened them, he was watching you with an intensity that stole your breath. His gaze dropped to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the world seemed to still.
âAaron,â you whispered, his name barely audible.
He closed the distance between you in an instant, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender. His hands framed your face, his touch reverent as though he were afraid you might disappear if he wasnât careful.
The kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that left you dizzy. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as your heart pounded in your chest. There was no hesitation, no holding back â just the raw, unspoken emotion that had been building between you for so long finally spilling over.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting together as the world slowly came back into focus. His hands remained on your face, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin as though he couldnât bear to let go.
âYou donât have to do this alone,â you said again, your voice soft but firm.
For the first time, you saw the tension in his face ease, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
âI know,â he said quietly.
And as he pulled you back into his arms, holding you tightly against him, you knew he meant it. For the first time, he was letting himself believe it too.
the team meeting aaron's lawyer!wife who's personality is similar to his + she's the best in her field
Langston & Bell | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Lawyer wife!reader | WC: 1.2k | CW: Not really anything except for a little law jargon and mentions of a case the BAU is working on.
A/N: My brain hurts from looking up law terminology, and I'm not even sure if I used all the words correctly
The glass doors of Langston & Bell opened as Hotch led the rest of his team inside. The air felt heavyâas they enteredâfrom the scent of freshly brewed coffee and a faint lemony aroma.
The firm itself was one of the most prestigious ones in all of Virginia, and its reputation suited it. Everything about the space was designed to impressâshining marble floors in the lobby, towering bookshelves filled with thick leather-bound volumes of law books and journals, and abstract art that screamed of a space aimed to do business with rich and pretentious people.
Emily glanced around, clearly trying to process how theyâd ended up here. âLangston & Bell?â she muttered under her breath. âIsnât this place out of our league?â
âTheyâre not dealing with criminal justice,â Spencer pointed out. âThey specialize in corporate litigation and high-profile estate law. The firm is known for taking on cases that require absolute discretion.â Emily tried her best not to roll her eyes at Spencer's outburst of knowledge but failed.
Hotch didnât respond, he kept his pace steady as he approached the front desk. His usual stone-faced demeanor was on full display, his featuresâalthough set not completely in a frownâwere unreadable. He seemed unbothered by the hushed stares they received from the staff as they had entered with their badges held out in front of them.
The receptionist, a young woman with a straight posture and a sharp smile, greeted them. âGood afternoon. How may I assist you?â
Hotch stepped forward, his voice even. âWeâre with the FBI. Weâre looking for the attorney who handled the probate case for Samuel Larkin.â
The receptionistâs fingers danced quickly over her keyboard, her expression unchanged. âThat would be Attorney Hotchner.â
Dead silence.
Emily blinked. âIâm sorry, did you say Hotchner?â
âYes,â the receptionist replied, unfazed, almost on the brink of annoyance. âWould you like me to see if sheâs available?â
âShe,â Morgan echoed, his brows furrowing a little as his gaze flipped from the receptionist to Hotch.
Before anyone could recover from their shock, the sound of sharp heal clicks echoed through the lobby.
âAaron,â came a clear voice from behind. âIf this is your idea of surprising me, Iâll admit itâs more creative than flowers. But I have a deposition in thirty minutes.â
The team turned as one, their collective gazes landing on the woman who had just entered the room. You were dressed in a tailored navy suit that emphasized your poised demeanor. Your expression was both curious and faintly amused as your eyes locked on Hotch.
âCounselor,â he greeted smoothly, his tone carrying a subtle warmth that the team rarely heard.
âCounselor?â Rossi asked, a slow grin forming as his gaze flicked between you and Hotch.
Your lips quirked up in a small smile as you approached, your heels clicking against the marble with each step. âI assume this is your team?â
âIt is,â Hotch confirmed.
You turned your attention to the group, giving them a brief once-over with an expression that wasnât unkind but clearly measured. âWell, where are my manners? Iâm Y/N Hotchner, senior litigation partner here at Langston & Bell. And yes, I can see the wheels turning in all your heads.â
Morgan crossed his arms, already grinning. âOh, Iâve got a lot of questions right now.â
You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. âFeel free to ask them, Agent Morgan. Iâve been cross-examined by some of the sharpest minds in the countryâIâm sure I can handle you.â
JJ stepped forward, clearly trying to keep her surprise in check. âWait, youâre married?â
You tilted your head toward Hotch, your expression softening just a fraction. âYou didnât tell them?â
âIt never came up,â Hotch replied with a shrug, though the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes didnât escape you.
You shook your head, exhaling a soft laugh. âAaronâs great at compartmentalizing, isnât he? Well, to officially answer your questionâyes, Iâm his wife. And judging by your expressions, this is news to you.â
âBig news,â Emily muttered, still processing.
Hotch cleared his throat, subtly redirecting the conversation. âWe need access to the probate records for Samuel Larkin. Anything that might help us build our case.â
Your demeanor shifted instantly, professionalism overtaking the playful edge. âAaron, you know I canât just hand over client information without a court order.â
âWeâre only asking for publicly available records,â he clarified.
You studied him for a moment, a silent exchange passing between you. Then you turned to your assistant, who stood nearby. âJane, pull the Larkin docket and bring me all publicly filed documents. Annotate them if you have time, and leave them on my desk before your shift ends.â
âYes, maâam,â Jane replied, already moving toward the elevator.
âYou always find a way around the rules,â Hotch said, his voice was low but carrying a note of fondness.
âAnd you love that about me,â you shot back with a wink, your eyes glinting with mischief.
Morgan leaned closer to Emily, his voice just loud enough for her to hear. âI donât know whatâs more surprisingâthe fact that heâs married, the fact that she's a lawyer, or the fact that she might be scarier than him.â
Although Jane hadn't gone through the records yet, she sent you a digital copy as soon as she had found them. You walked the team through them with ease. Every legal term you used was calculated, giving away as little about your client as you could, while still helping your husband and his team. You made sure to translate every dense legal jargon into actionable insights every time you saw one of their faces pull an expression.
âHere,â you said, pointing to a transaction on the financial statement. âThese wire transfers are from an offshore account linked to Larkin. Itâs not evidence of criminal activity, but it raises enough red flags to warrant further investigation.â If Larkin found out you had helped the feds, you could be in big trouble, you thought as you revealed the account.
Spencer leaned in, his eyes lighting up with understanding. âIf we trace the accounts, we might uncover a connection to our unsub.â
âPrecisely,â you replied, offering him a small nod of approval.
By the time the team wrapped up, they had everything they needed to move forward. As they gathered their materials, you leaned against the edge of the table, folding your arms as you looked at Hotch.
âDinner at seven?â you asked, your voice softer, the edge of professionalism giving way to something more personal.
âSeven,â he confirmed, his tone lighter than usual.
You smiled, leaning in just enough to lower your voice. âTry not to scare anyone off before then, okay?â
âNo promises,â he replied, his lips twitching upward in the faintest of smiles.
As the team exited the building, Morgan shook his head in disbelief. âShe is definitely scarier than Hotchâ
Emily grinned. âI think I like her better.â
âI like her too,â Rossi added with a chuckle.
Hotch walked ahead, the faint smile still playing on his lips, but he didnât say a word. He didnât have to. The team had seen enough to know heâd married his perfect matchâan equal who could still challenge him enough to keep him on his toes.
I have an idea for a Hotch story. What about its Hotch x wife!reader where jack is about 6 months old but sheâs still constantly checking his breathing at naps and bedtime and waking up all the time she check him and is super conscious. Hotch thought at first itâs just a new mom thing but now youâre losing sleep and worried all the time so he brings it up one night and she just breaks down and says âI never know if youâre coming home to me so I need to make sure jack is ok so I always have a piece of you with meâ
Safe and Sound | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x wife!Reader | WC: 0.7k | CW: Could probably be qualified as post partum, anxiety, lack of sleep.
A/N: I tried my hardest to write this with Jack as the baby, but ultimately I had to make it into a new baby unrelated to Jack, cause my brain couldn't wrap around reader having given birth to Jack. Otherwise it follows the promptâŠ. Hope it's okay <3
The soft glow of the nightlight bathed the nursery in a warm amber hue as you hovered over the crib. The rhythmic sound of the baby monitor buzzed faintly in the background, but it wasnât enough to ease your mind. Your hand rested lightly on your sonâs tiny chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall from his breathing. Six months in, and every nap, every bedtime, still filled you with a quiet kind of dread.
What if the monitor failed? What if something happened while you werenât watching? The what-ifs buzzed louder than the monitor, it was a relentless echo that kept you tethered to the edge of fear no matter how safe or serene he looked in his sleep.
The creak of the nursery door broke your focus, pulling your gaze away from your sonâs chest. Aaronâs silhouette filled the doorway, his broad shoulders casting a shadow into the softly lit room. He was only wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, the casualness of his attire contrasting with his usual suit and tie. His arms were crossed loosely over his chest, and his dark eyes softened as they took you in, concern etching faint lines across his face. A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth, not in irritation but in worry.
âSweetheart,â he said softly, careful not to wake the baby. âYou need to sleep.â
âIâm fine,â you whispered back, brushing your fingertips over your sonâs soft, silky hair. You lingered, reluctant to leave. âI just needed to check.â
Aaron stepped into the room, his feet silent against the carpet. âYouâve checked three times in the past hour,â he said gently, his hand finding the small of your back. âCome back to bed.â
You sighed, looking down at your baby boy one last time before letting Aaron guide you out of the nursery. The two of you walked in silence to your bedroom, his hand never leaving you as if to anchor you to him so you wouldn't run back to the nursery. When you climbed into bed, Aaron slid in beside you, propping himself up on one elbow to face you.
âThis isnât just a new mom thing, is it?â he asked, his voice low and careful, treading lightly as he spoke. âYouâve barely been sleeping. Youâre running yourself into the ground.â
You froze, staring at the ceiling as tears burned behind your eyes. He was right â he always was. But admitting it felt like opening a floodgate you werenât sure you could close.
âI justâŠâ Your voice cracked, and Aaron shifted closer. âI need to make sure heâs okay.â
âHe is okay,â Aaron said, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. âHeâs perfect. And youâre an amazing mom.â
The dam broke. The tears spilled over as a sob escaped your lips. âI never know if youâre coming home to me,â you choked out, your hands gripping his t-shirt as though he might disappear. âSo I need to make sure the baby is okay. I need to know Iâll always have a piece of you with me.â
Aaronâs breath hitched, his face falling as your words sank in. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he kissed the top of your head. âSweetheart,â he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, âIâm so sorry you feel like that.â
You clung to him, his steady heartbeat soothing some of the ache in your chest. âI canât lose you, Aaron. Or him. I wouldnât survive it.â
âYou wonât lose us,â he promised, his lips brushing your temple. âIâll do everything I can to come home to you, every time. And Iâll make sure youâre never carrying this alone.â
For a long time, he just held you. As your sobs quieted, he eased you back down onto the pillows, still holding your hand.
âTomorrow, weâll figure this out,â Aaron said softly. âWeâll talk to someone and find ways to help you rest. But tonight, let me watch over him so you can sleep. Okay?â
You nodded, your exhaustion finally catching up to you as his words and touch began to pull you under. âOkay,â you whispered.
And as you drifted off in Aaronâs arms, for the first time in months, you felt the weight begin to lift â getting help was not such a bad idea after all.
Summary: When Spencer offers to clear out a drawer for Y/N in his dresser, it has him explaining some things he'd been hiding from her.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (i think? i don't remember using pronouns in this lol)
Word Count: 814 why is she so short
Content Warning: allusions to sex but nothing in detail, mild mentions of nudity i guess, this whole fic is basically aftercare lol, lmk if i missed anything!
Genre: Fluff, what else did you expect out of me?
Extra Notes: i truly meant for this to be posted on time, i'm so sorry guys
Based On the Prompt: "The Things In That Drawer" from this year's @domaystic prompts
Originally Written: 05/08/2023
Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (i love you literally so much)
Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!
Nothing could get Spencer Reid in a sappy mood like a night of slow, passionate sex. Something about moments like theseâthe way he showered you in kisses, the sweet compliments he'd give you, the love he'd show youâjust felt right. Like his embrace was exactly where you needed to be.
Spencer's hand settled on the soft skin of your hip, drawing various shapes with his fingertips. Your head rested against his chest, your hand moving up to his tummy. He placed a soft kiss on your hair, the scruff of his five-o'clock shadow scratching against your forehead lightly. "I love nights like this," he told you.
You craned your head to face him, kissing his cheek. "I do too. I just hate that it always ends so quickly," you said, thinking about the work nights where you had to head home early, not quite ready for the night to end but knowing that you needed to go home for a change of clothes.
"You know," he said, pausing to flip the two of you over, his body hovering over you, "I could always clear a couple drawers out for you."
Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. You'd been hinting at the idea for a while, lamenting about needing fresh panties or complaining about missing your skincare regimen. But Spencer hadn't seemed quite ready to take that step yet, so you didn't pressure him.
"Wait, are you serious?"
He nodded, bending down to kiss you on the lips this time. "I'll even let you pick out which one you want."
You practically pushed him into the floor as you jumped up. Spencer chuckled as you ran over to the dresser, pulling his boxers back on.
You pulled out the second drawer, where you knew his tee shirts were, grabbed one of his giant ones and tossed it on. "Any of them?"
"Mhm," he hummed, walking over and settling his hands on your waist. "Whichever one you want."
You considered it, eventually deciding on the bottom drawer. "What about-"
"Wait, Y/N, don't-" he shouted, reaching out to stop your hand.
He was too late, though. You pulled open the drawer, revealing an entire drawer of nerdy memorabilia. The lightsaber was the first thing that caught your eye, followed by a sonic screwdriver, and a couple geeky Pop Figures, among other things.
"You have a lightsaber," you examined.
Spencer scratched awkwardly at his neck. "Yeah, I guess I do."
You grabbed the lightsaber from the drawer, your face lighting up as you turned it on. "You have a lightsaber!"
He chuckled as you poked him in the ribs with the lightsaber. "You're having too much fun with this."
You set the lightsaber down on top of the dresser, turning back to the drawer. Next, you pulled out the infamous Jason Voorhees mask, holding it in front of your face. "Please tell me you've scared your coworkers with this."
Spencer let out another chuckle, taking the mask from your hands. "I got Morgan with it one time. He nearly choked on his coffee."
You continued snooping through the drawers, sifting through Polaroids of Spencer and his friend Penelope at various conventions, some D.C. comics, and a couple signed posters. Your heart nearly flipped when you spotted a picture of him dressed as the Joker. "Who did your face paint?"
"You're loving this, aren't you?"
A squeal escaped your lips as you threw your arms over his shoulders. "Spence, this is adorable! Why would you hide this from me?"
He sighed, somewhere between relieved and exasperated. "I didn't want you to think I was weird. I mean, I'm a grown man and I have a collection of legos and Batman comics?"
"Spencer, I think it's cute that you have something you love so much. You don't have to be afraid to show how much you love and support it."
He bent forward to kiss you again, pulling your body flush against his. "You really mean that?"
"I mean, any man that has the balls to wear makeup like that in public is sexy in my book," you kidded.
Spencer diverted your attention back to the drawer, pointing his chin toward the dresser. "Is that really the drawer you want?"
"Does it come with all the nerdy memorabilia?" you teased, poking his chest.
"In your dreams. I spent good money on those things." He rolled his eyes, leading you to the bathroom. His hands were warm and big on your bare skin, the feeling absolutely heavenly. He placed a trail of kisses along your shoulder up to your head before hooking his chin over your shoulder.
You lifted your head to face him, kissing his jaw. "Hey, does this mean we can go as the Joker and Harley Quinn for Halloween?"
"You know what? I think that might just be something out of my dreams."
omg I was dead, but I came back to Tumblr for this đđđ love nerdy men. my bf literally spend 2 hours talking about a video game and random diseases he had â ïž this is that same energy
What a truly mind blowing thing youâve turned The Eras Tour Concert Film into. Iâve been watching videos of you guys in the theaters dancing and prancing and recreating choreography, creating inside jokes, casting spells, getting engaged, and just generally creating the exact type of joyful chaos weâre known for đ One of my favorite things youâve done was when you supported Cruel Summer SO much, I ended up starting The Eras Tour show with it. For old times sake, Iâm releasing the live audio from the tour so we can all shriek it in the comfort of our homes and cars PLUS a brand new remix by LP Giobbi đ Thank you, so much, forever, wow, just thank you!!!
https://taylor.lnk.to/thecruelestsummer
Summary : You managed to escape from Loki after discovering his lies. Aware that both he and the TVA would be searching for you, you prayed they wouldn't succeed. However, now Loki stood in front of you and he had no intentions of letting you go.
Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader
General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic, Obsessive, Yandere
Trigger Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Non-con, Dubious Consent, Forced Blowjob, Forced Orgasm, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Overstimulation (let me know if I missed any lol)
Word Count: 10k
A/N : Sorry it took me too long to post this, juggling this alongside my other story took some time. But as promised, I'm releasing this one first.
Before you continue, please read TW again. This is a dark!fic and explicit, strictly for readers 18+. Please, DO NOT PROCEED if these themes disturb you. I've warned you, this fic isn't for the faint-hearted.
This took in Loki season 2 based on that shadow play.
If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here
Exhausted from years of evading both Loki and the TVA. Tonight, you found yourself in a bar, a moment to escape the chaos for years and hoping for a chance encounter. Despite your past with Loki, you were eager to move forward and explore new relationships, you have your own needs, and the more time went on, you knew they could not be sated by yourself anymore.
You could use your power to manipulate them into sleeping with you, but you knew it was wrong, you were sure there was a natural progression you just needed to be patient, and maybe your powers were going to waste being used to keep you hidden from the TVA.
Your mind drifted back to Loki, the god of Mischief and how he lied to you, manipulated you.
Flashback
"I'm sorry to say this, but you have been deceived by him," the TVA agent asserted. You turned your back on her as you attempted to escape, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Loki. You had become separated during the chaotic chase within the TVA headquarters.
"No, I'm not. Loki wouldn't lie to me," you defended him, your voice laced with unwavering belief.
"Is he? Tell me, what did he say to you, the reason he got caught?" the agent probed, her tone challenging.
"He tried to rule Earth and failed," you replied, recalling the events that had led to his capture.
She seemed surprised that you knew. "Yes, and whose fault was that?" she pressed further.
âYes, I know it was his.â You admitted, frustration seeping into your words, âBut it stemmed from his deep-seated need for approval and love, especially from a father who resented him for being adopted." Despite the firmness in your tone, a flicker of doubt shadowed your eyes, making you question whether you were convincing the agent or merely grappling with your own uncertainties.
"Is that the whole story? Or just a part he wants you to believe?" Her words hung heavy in the air.
"He's the trickster god, the silvertongue," she continued, her voice steady, unwavering. "Manipulation is in his nature. Don't fall for his lies."
"Hello? Hey?" You heard a voice bringing you back from your daydream. "Can I buy you a drink?"
You looked up, it was a handsome man who had sat down beside you. You smiled, not wanting to appear rude. "Yes, please," you said.
He smiled, "I'm Mark."
"Y/N," you said.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled.
You returned his smile. You enjoyed his company as you chatted and laughed, his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk, you knew you were making him blush when you teased him, he was sweet, and you knew he liked you.
Conversation flowed easily between you two. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so at ease with a stranger, the feeling was new and exciting. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you had to say and you felt as if he actually understood what was going on in your life.
"Do you want to come to my place? I've got a bottle of whiskey that needs drinking," he smiled.
"Sure, why not?" you said, downing the rest of your drink. This was your chance to get what you've been craving, and what better way to start than with a handsome man inviting you to his place?
Then someone spilled his drink onto Mark, ruining his white shirt.
"What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" he yelled at the man. "Watch where you're going, asshole." He shouted in frustration.
"Oh, I am so sorry, man, I tripped," the other man said, his voice calmed.
You recognize the voice.
It was Mobius.
Your heart raced, and you couldn't believe that he had managed to track you down. Paralyzed with fear, you sat there, feeling the color drain from your face as you stared at him in disbelief. If Mobius was here then that meant that Loki wasn't far behind.
Mark was fuming, he stormed off to the bathroom, leaving you alone, and you wanted desperately to call out, to warn him not to leave you by yourself, but fear kept your words trapped in your throat.
"Hello, Y/N."
Your name was like poison on his lips.
"Loki," you hissed back, turning around to face him.
He looked exactly the same as the last time you'd seen him, his black hair was neatly styled, his green eyes were piercing, and his face was pale. His expression was serious, his jaw set and his eyes cold, he looked so different from the Loki you had known and fallen in love with.
"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty with anxiety, and you were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the bar.
"I missed you, pet. I have been worried," his tone was mocking and his smirk didn't reach his eyes.
"Don't lie, Loki," you shot back, glaring at him.
"You know, you've always been so difficult."
"And you're an asshole."
Loki didn't say anything, instead he reached for your wrist and held it tight. "Let me go! You fucking liar, I trusted you, I loved you, and you betrayed me," you shouted, struggling against his grip.
"Little one, don't make a scene." he growled in your ear.
Your eyes pleaded with Mobius, who stood caught between the two of you. "Are you just going to stand there and let this happen?" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation.
Mobius sighed, a mixture of resignation and sadness in his eyes. "I'll leave you be for now then," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "I'll see you later." With that, he turned away, leaving you to face Loki's wrath alone.
"How about I give you a choice," he said, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Either you can come home willingly, or I can use my magic to knock you out and bring you home. Which do you prefer?" The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving you trapped in a lose-lose situation.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, Loki!" you hissed, your voice laced with defiance as you struggled against his grip. Every fiber of your being screamed resistance, but you knew the sheer force of his magic could easily overpower you.
"Very well then," he purred, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile as he waived his hand, ready to use his magic.
"Wait!" You blurted, holding up your hands to stop him, your voice trembled as the weight of your decision bore down upon you.
"Yes, little one?" he asked, his tone condescending and smug.
"I'll come willingly," you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. It was a lie, a desperate attempt to buy some time.
"But can I go to the bathroom first?" You clung to the hope that a brief moment alone might offer a chance, your mind racing for an escape plan.
"Alright," Loki agreed, his tone oddly accommodating. "Go on, pet." He nodded towards the restroom.
You hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. Your frantic eyes searched for your tempad, only to realize it was gone. "Asshole!" you muttered under your breath, realizing that Loki must have taken it when he grabbed your arm.
You had no escape plan, and Loki was waiting for you. You looked for a way out, but the windows were too small for you to climb through, so you thought it would be best to just run through the door and run far away from the bar.
Gathering your courage, you unlocked the door and burst out, your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Behind you, you could hear Loki's enraged shout, "Y/N!" His voice boomed, fueling your determination to run as far and as fast as you could from the bar.
"Y/N! Y/N!" you could hear him getting closer and closer. His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "Y/N, stop now!"
"FUCK OFF!" you screamed, frustration and fear fueling your voice. You cast a desperate glance behind you and saw Loki hot on your heels. "Fuck!" you whispered under your breath.
You could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the fear of being caught was overwhelming. "Fuck, no! Not again!" you thought.
You were annoyed by the people "Move! Move! Please!" You screamed at the people that were blocking the road, but they wouldn't move.
"Fuck you!" One guy shouted back at you after you pushed him away.
You couldn't run anymore. You were too slow, and he was gaining on you, and you knew that you couldn't escape him. But you need to keep trying, you couldn't give up. You were running, and running, and running.
The pain was too much, your muscles ached, and your lungs burned. Your vision was blurred, and you couldn't focus. You were tired of running and out of breath, you leaned against a wall and rested, hoping Loki wouldn't see you.
However, your respite was short-lived. In a blink, Loki teleported right in front of you, his expression oddly calm. "Pet, we have been searching for you for a long time, you hid well." He said, his tone icy.
"You can't be fucking serious!" you hissed, "Why did you look for me? I left for a reason, you betrayed my trust. You used me, and I hate you."
"Little one, why are you angry at me?"
"Are you really asking that, you lying snake?" Pushing him away, you shouted, and sprinted away from him once more, your determination fueling your escape.
You didn't make it far, though, before you felt a familiar, freezing hand grasp your arm, tugging you backward and pulling you against a cold, solid form.
"I don't appreciate it you calling me that."
You gasped, and tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like steel, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't free yourself from him. "I don't care! Let me go!"
He ignored your pleas, then you pulled out a knife from your pocket. You knew he could've easily taken the knife, but instead he let you go, "You think you can hurt me, little one? How adorable." he cooed, his voice silky smooth.
"I'll fucking kill you!"
He laughed again mocking you, "Do you want to try? Do you think you can stab me with that knife, pet?"
You didn't answer, instead you held the knife up, threatening him, "Loki, you don't want to make me angry." You knew that was stupid of you saying that.
He smirked, he wasn't afraid of you, and he wasn't intimidated by you. "You are so cute when you are mad," he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes were dark.
"Put the knife down, and we can go home, pet" he offered.
"Fuck you, Loki," you spat, your voice dripping with venom as you stood your ground, the knife still clutched tightly in your hand.
He grinned, "Oh, you will soon enough, pet."Â He let out a low chuckle and he snapped his finger and the knife flew from your hand to the wall. You watched in horror, you didnât have anything else on you to defend yourself from him.
He began to advance toward you, a predator toying with his prey. Panic surged through you, urging you to flee. Yet, no matter how fast you ran, Loki always reappeared before you.
His voice dripped with amusement, "Come on, pet. Do you really think you can outrun me?" His grin widened, relishing the chase as if it were sort of a game to him.
"You won't ever escape me, pet. Even if you manage to get away from me, I will always find you again and again. You will be mine, whether you want to or not." He declared, his tone possessive and chilling. He stood before you, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud.
"I won't stop fighting you," you vowed, your voice filled with defiance, glaring at him as he advanced toward you. Desperation fueled your steps as you ran, but he always caught up to you, teleporting right in front of you, a relentless pursuit that seemed endless.
"You can't run forever, pet," he taunted, his eyes dark and menacing, his voice deep and husky. âEventually, Iâll catch up to you.â
You were getting tired of running. "Come on, pet. Are we playing a game?" He chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the empty street. The bastard was enjoying this twisted cat-and-mouse chase.
"Just stop!" you cried out, your frustration boiling over.
"Why would I stop? This is the most fun I've had in years, darling. I enjoy seeing you run, it's quite entertaining."
"Shut up." You tried to run away again, your breaths ragged. "Quit your magic, and fight fair!" Deep down, you knew if you were in a one-on-one combat with him, without his magic, you could win. "If you win, I'll come willingly."
"That's not how this works, little one," he chided, his tone laced with amusement.
You felt the anger boiling inside of you, but you continued to run. Each step echoed in the empty alley as you tried to escape his relentless pursuit. "Leave me alone then!" you shouted, desperation lacing your voice.
To your horror, your movements came to an abrupt stop. Loki stood in front of you, his mischievous grin sending shivers down your spine. Frantically, you turned around, only to find him there again, mocking your attempts to escape. Panic set in as you attempted to flee in the opposite direction, but there he was once more, his presence haunting you like a nightmare.
"What the fuck is going on?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your voice. How was he everywhere? How was he doing this? Your mind raced with questions as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from the three identical Loki that surrounded you.
Were you tripping, or is there really three of them?
Loki's chuckle reverberated around you, a haunting sound that sent chills down your spine. Frustration boiled within you, and you screamed in exasperation, "How are you doing that?" Your voice wavered, trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear as you desperately demanded answers.
His grin widened as he continued to toy with your sanity. "Oh, come now, surely you know a trick or two, you being a witch and all," he taunted, the words laced with mocking arrogance.
You took slow steps backward as the three Loki remained in front of you, your resolve mingling with confusion and growing fear. "I'm not a witch, you... asshole," you retorted.
Suddenly, you felt his warm breath near your ear, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "It's called an illusion, little one," he whispered, the hot air tickling your earlobe. You jolted away from him, only to find another Loki standing in front of you, and you jumped yet again.
Fear gripped you, not of him, but of the overwhelming confusion and frustration that clouded your senses. The relentless onslaught of illusions left you feeling disoriented, unable to discern reality from the intricate tricks he was playing.
"Please stop," you pleaded.
"Stop what?" he asked, feigning innocence, his eyes glinting mischievously.
"Your tricks. I'm not stupid, stop," you demanded, your voice growing firmer despite the fear gripping your heart.
The three Loki slowly closed in on you, each step they took making your heart race faster. You retreated, trying to create distance, but soon your back met the unyielding wall. There was no escape. Your mind raced, your heart pounded, and you breathed heavily, trapped in a nightmare of your own making.
Suddenly, you felt an invisible force restraining your hands, pinning them against the wall. You looked around frantically, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you were immobilized.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go."
"I don't think I will, my little pet," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
Suddenly, Mobius reappeared beside Loki, seemingly out of thin air. "A little over the top, donât you think, all the shadow play?" he commented, his tone disapproving.
Loki smirked, unrepentant. "I thought it was spot on."
Mobius turned his attention to you, his expression filled with concern. "What are you trying to do to the poor girl?" he asked.
"I'm merely making a point," Loki replied casually, as if discussing the weather and your distress was nothing more than a game.
Mobius shook his head and lightly chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure you are. That's why she looks like a frightened rabbit."
"I'm still here? Hello?â They were casually talking like you were invincible, despite being bound to a wall. Their attention shifted to you, and you erupted, "Mobius, what the hell? Arrest him! What are you doing!" Panic and anger laced your words, but it fell on deaf ears.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I can't do that. I made a deal with Loki," Mobius responded, his tone regretful yet resolute.
You felt a chill run down your spine. "What fucking deal?" You asked, your voice trembling. "What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm not going to do anything. But Loki, on the other hand..." he chuckled darkly. "Well, the deal is, we only need you alive. That's all I'm saying. My lips are sealed," Mobius replied with a cryptic smile.
You didn't have a chance to process his words before the Loki closest to you began circling you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Your heartbeat wildly, fear coursing through your veins as he trailed his finger along your arm, his touch light and teasing in suspense.
"What the fuck is the matter with you, let me go!" you shrieked, your panic and anger rising. "Mobius you fucking bitch, you are nothing but a- MMM" abruptly, as the shadow silenced you, turning your pleas into incoherent whispers.
Mobius sighed, shaking his head. "Now you're just showing off," he admonished.
"I can't help it, you bring out the worst in me."
Loki stepped in front of you and leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His fingers trailed along your jaw, his touch feather-light and tantalizing. You were struggling to break free from his hold, but your body remained paralyzed, at his mercy.
Loki, leaning casually against the wall, let out a low, amused chuckle at your futile struggles. "Oh, little one," he purred, his tone mocking and condescending. "There's no use in fighting. You won't be able to break free. Trust me."
"Now, be a good girl and remain still," Loki said, his smile cruel and unsettling as he locked eyes with you, a twisted affection glinting in his gaze.
"Loki, take it easy on her. She's just a young girl, after all." Mobius interjected, his voice laced with a hint of compassion, though his eyes conveyed a different story. "Make sure to control your pet, Loki.â Mobius emphasized before vanishing into thin air.
You screamed was incoherent since your mouth was being covered by the shadow, you tried to say "Help!" and "No" but nothing came out.
Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh, darling. Don't try to speak, or scream, or fight. You can't escape, and no one is going to save you. No one will hear you, the only sound you will make is your moans."
Fear gripped you, the uncertainty of Loki's intentions leaving you paralyzed and vulnerable.
He advanced toward you, his steps deliberate and predatory. "Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation, "let the fun begin, pet."
With a snap of his fingers, Loki dispelled the shadow covering your mouth, granting you the ability to speak again. "Get off me, Laufeyson!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with defiance. You strained against your restraints, desperate to escape his grasp. "This is wrong. You're crazy psychopath."
"Oh, pet," he said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "We've done far worse together."
Frustration and fear gripped you as you struggled against your bindings, pleading, " Why can't you just leave me alone?"
A dark chuckle escaped Loki's lips as he replied, "You know why."
"Please, just let me go." You pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.
Loki's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "I'm afraid I can't do that, love. You belong to me."
"No, I don't! I'm not yours," you protested vehemently. You writhed against the magical restraints, a mixture of anger and fear fueling your struggles. His control over you felt like a violation, and you despised him for it, for using his magic against you in such a cruel manner.
"Oh, pet," Loki purred, his voice dripping with both mockery and desire. "You can fight all you want, but you'll never win, not when it comes to me." He leaned in, his lips grazing your neck in a chilling caress. You whimpered as he sucked on your skin, his teeth scraping lightly.
"Stop. Please," you begged, your voice trembling.
"But why would I stop," he replied, his tone silkier than ever, "when I'm having so much fun?" His words hung in the air, laden with sadistic pleasure.
"I hate you. I will never stop hating you," you spat out, your words laced with a fierce determination, even in the face of your vulnerability.
Loki's lips curled into a sly smile, "You don't truly hate me, little one. You merely pretend to. I see through the façade. I know what lies beneath."
"What the hell are you talking about, Loki?" you shot back.
"Stop being such a brat," he sneered. The shadow binding both your wrists kept you firmly against the wall, his control unyielding. "Do you like being restrained, hmm? Enjoy the feeling of someone else in control, knowing you can't escape, and no one will help you?" His face hovered dangerously close to yours, his breath ghosting over your skin.
âNo! Stop that nonsense!â You lied, you were scared, and angry, but you also secretly enjoyed being under his control whether you wanted to admit it or not.
He hummed and kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, his breath tickled your ear and you felt shivers down your spine. âFuck, how I miss you.â His voice was deep and commanding, sending tingles of pleasure throughout your body.
"Please, stop. Just leave me alone. Don't do this to me, please."
"Oh, little one. You know I can't do that." He said as his hands roamed all over your body, caressing every inch of you, making you feel so vulnerable. You felt the heat rise between your legs and your heart raced faster.
"I can smell your arousal, pet.â He lightly bit your neck. âYour body betrays you. It craves my touch, just as much as you do," he said, his voice laced with a sinister confidence. "You want me, even if you refuse to admit it."
You met his gaze with defiance, attempting to deny the truth he claimed. "You're delusional," you retorted, your words aimed at rejecting his manipulative influence.
"Am I?" Loki's eyes bore into yours, a predatory glint flickering in their depths. "Your heart, your mind, your bodyâthey all long for me, even if you deny it. You can't escape this, no matter how hard you try. I will always find you, even if I have to tear the universe apart to get you back."
Loki was right. Your body was betraying you. The wetness was getting more intense by the minute, you could feel the pleasure building up, but you couldn't let yourself fall into temptation, he had hurt you, lied to you, manipulated you, used you, and now he was going to take you against your will.
You had to fight him.
You had to escape him.
You couldn't let him take you.
Not like this.
But you wanted more, and you knew that Loki would give you everything you wanted and more. You could feel the pleasure building up. You moaned softly as his hands roamed over your breasts. You felt a rush of anger, "What are you doing? You're using your magic to seduce me, aren't you?"
He met your accusation with a knowing grin. "I don't need magic to seduce you.â He countered, âYour body responds to me naturally, so beautifully. It's like a drug, and once I've had a taste, I'm hooked. I can't get enough of you."
You felt his lips on your neck. His kisses were soft and tender. You gasped as his tongue licked your neck, trailing down your collarbone. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as his fingers pinched your nipple.
You felt he smirked and you tried not to moan, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you. But he could read your mind, and he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were feeling. He was inside your head.
"Just stop."
"Not until I'm finished with you. Not until you're begging for more. Begging for my cock inside of you. Begging for me." He slammed your back against the wall, and you yelped as you hit it hard.
He had you caged, and your legs were starting to tremble. You didn't know if it was from the force or the intensity of his words. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. His body was pressed against yours. He then kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel his body against yours.
He was a good kisser, and he knew what he was doing. You were moaning into the kiss, and you were fighting to keep control. Then you felt his cock growing hard. You gasped and that was when you realized what was going on. In a desperate act of defiance, you bit down hard, drawing blood. You tasted it.
He pulled back momentarily caught off guard. He looked like a maniac, and you had to remind yourself not to be afraid of him. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he wiped the blood away with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "I like that," he said, his voice low and dark, his grin widening.
You stared at him, and you felt your eyes widen in shock. You felt your heart race. You were still struggling against him, and you tried to pull your hand free from his restraints, but it was useless.
"Oh, pet," he sneered, his tone laced with malice. "I'll make you pay for that defiance."
"What are you planning? Torture me?" you challenged back.
"Torture is such a crude term," he replied, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I prefer 'punish'. After all, you've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls must be disciplined."
Your eyes narrowed, a fierce glare aimed his way. "You can't do anything to break me. You can't force me to feel anything. You have no control over me."
He laughed, "Is that so? You know nothing about me, love. Nothing. If I had my way, I would've taken you to my bed, and kept you there, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, naked, helpless, at my mercy. But I can't do that, yet. However, that doesn't mean I can't have fun."
"You're insane. I despise you," you retorted, your words heavy with hatred.
"That's fine," he replied, his tone oddly calm. "I'm used to people hating me. It's just a matter of time before they change their minds. And I'll have you. One way or another, you're mine."
"Go to hell."
"Only if you come with me."
You felt a chill run down your spine, and you couldn't help but shiver. You couldn't stop thinking about the things he had said. About how you were his. You tried to shake the thoughts away, but they were persistent.
You accidentally clenched your pussy at his words, you hoped he didn't notice.
He chuckled, the sound sending chills down your spine. "Oh, pet, that's adorable," he taunted, his grin widening with malicious amusement. "Do you like the thought of that, pet?" Loki's eyes glittered with dark intent, sensing the conflict within you, and it only served to fuel his sadistic amusement.
"No!" You denied.
"Then why did you clench your pussy, hmm? Was it because you were imagining me taking you?"
"It was just a reflex," you stammered, attempting to deny the undeniable truth.
"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a dark, taunting whisper. His smirk widened, and he moved his face closer to yours until there were mere inches between your lips. "You're lying, love."
"I won't let you slip away again," he whispered, his fingers tightening around your throat, making each breath a struggle. His eyes bore into yours. "I will make you mine."
He tightened his grip around your throat and slammed your back against the wall, your head hit the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable. Tears began streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.
But this was making you turned on, despite how much you hated Loki, you couldn't deny that he was hot and the way he was being rough with you was making your pussy throb.
"You'll see. It's time to begin your training, pet." He whispered as his hands travelled lower, caressing your inner thigh. "Please, Loki."
"Shhh, shh." He pressed his finger against your lips, "Save your begging."
âFuck you!â
He raised his eyebrows and smirked, "I would love to do that right now, but I think we should save it for later."
"You bastard!" you spat, your anger seething.
"Watch your language, pet," he sneered, his grip tightening as he grabbed your chin, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Now, be a good girl and open your mouth." He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket. It was green.
"Hell No! I won't do it. I won't cooperate." You retorted, like who in the world would agree to that?
He sighed. "You know, you really are a stubborn little thing. It's adorable. But, it won't get you anywhere. In fact, it'll just make things worse."
You stared at him. You couldn't believe what was happening. How could he be so cruel? So evil? He chuckled. "I told you. You're not in control here. I am. Now, open your mouth."
âNever.â
"Fine. Then I'll do it for you." He used his magic to force open your mouth, his magic was painful, and it burned. You could barely move. He put the cloth in your mouth and tied it around your head. You tried to scream but couldn't.
"So pretty," he said as he stroked your cheek. "You should be grateful that I'm even letting you use this, instead of forcing you to be silent. And remember, the gag stays on unless I say otherwise. Understand?"
You shook your head mumbling, "Mmff, no."
"That's too bad," he mused, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Because if you try to remove the gag, I'll have to punish you. And you don't want that, do you?"
"Nnooo, I don't," you mumbled, your voice barely audible through the gag.
"Good girl," he purred. "You'll get used to it."
With a swift motion, he removed the shadow restraints from your arms, and you immediately attempted to fight back, you tried to hit him, but he easily dodged your blow. His grip iron-strong when he caught your hand. "Careful, pet," he cautioned, his voice a dangerous whisper. "My patience wears thin."
Using his powers, he summoned the shadow to immobilize you once more, pinning you against the wall, this time including your legs. You were rendered utterly helpless, trapped in his web of darkness.
"Now, let's begin," he said, his voice oozing with menace. You remained tied up, gagged, and entirely at his merciless mercy.
He took out a dagger from his belt and cut through your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed. "Oh my, that's a nice sight."
You let out a muffled scream, "You don't need clothes. They will only get in the way."
He began kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. "Mmf," You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He cupped your breast and teased your nipple.
"Mmff No..."
He ignored your protests and continued to play with your nipples.
"You like that, don't you? I can feel how wet you are, darling." He whispered into your ear.
"Mmmff." You tried to deny, but he could hear your thoughts.
He smirked. "I bet if I put my fingers inside you right now, they'd slide right in. I bet you're dripping wet for me, aren't you, my sweet?"
"Mmf."
"You don't need to speak, little one," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Just relax. I know what you want."
His hand glided down your thigh, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin, until he slipped his fingers under the hem of your dress and traced the edge of your panties. "And it seems that your body agrees with me," he continued, "It's telling me that it's ready to submit to me."
You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were thinking.
"Come on, pet. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."
Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and found him staring at you, his gaze darkened with hunger and desire.
"There you go. Such a good girl." He praised you.
He slid your panties to the side and his fingers found your pussy, already dripping wet. "Oh, you're so wet, pet. Do you want me that much? Do you want me to fuck you, hmm?"
He slid your panties to the side and cupped your pussy. "Fuck," he muttered as his fingers slipped between your folds, "You're already dripping for me."
You blushed furiously as he rubbed your clit in slow, gentle circles.
"Yes," he said, his voice deepening, "Your body wants me. It wants me to take you and make you mine."
His finger pressed against your entrance and then pushed into you, making you gasp. He curled it and began to massage your G-spot. You bit your lip and moaned, trying not to make too much noise. You tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use.
You clenched your fists, struggling to hold back the moan threatening to escape your lips. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and the Loki behind you laughed softly. "No. You're not getting away from me."
You whimpered as he thrust another finger into you, stretching you even further. He began pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you gasp and moan under the gagged cloth. His fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of you, rubbing your G-spot with each stroke. He kept a steady rhythm, keeping you on the edge.
You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, the sensation driving you mad. The Loki in front of you watched intently as he continued to pleasure you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and amusement as you struggled to keep control. "Oh, little one," he said, "I love seeing you like this. So desperate. So needy. So fucking sexy." His other hand gripped your hips, keeping you in place.
"You're so wet," he murmured, "You're practically begging me to fuck you."
"Mmfff." You tried to ignore him, but he curled his fingers and stroked you just right, and your hips bucked involuntarily. You were quickly approaching your orgasm, and it was impossible to stop yourself from moaning loudly.
Loki leaned in and nipped at your neck, and you shivered as his breath caressed your skin. "But I won't. Not yet. First, I want to watch you come. I want to see your face when you orgasm. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come."
His fingers thrusting into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. You were so close, and you knew that he could sense it. "Ah, yes. That's it. You're doing so well. Now, tell me... do you want to cum?" He pumped them faster, deeper.
You shook your head. You didn't want to come, you tried to resist, but you were too far gone. You felt the pressure building in your core, the pleasure was too much.
He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Then let's see how long you can last."
He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. He thrust a third finger into your pussy and continued his assault on your clit. He was fucking you with his fingers, and you were so close. You could feel the heat rising in your belly, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer. You shook your head at him begging him not to make you come.
"Come on pet, don't fight it, just let it happen. Give into the pleasure. Come for me."
He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. "Yes, that's it," he whispered, "Just a little bit longer, you're so close."
He was relentless, his fingers working your pussy expertly. "Nnnn." You tried to tell him that you weren't going to let him win, but you couldn't speak.
You could feel the pleasure building and you knew that he could sense it. He kept pumping his fingers and rubbing your clit, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your pussy was so wet, his fingers were sliding in and out so easily. You felt the orgasm approaching, the pressure was building, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer.
"You're going to come, whether you want to or not. So, don't fight it, just let it happen."
"Mmmmmm"
"Yes. You can't stop it. I'm going to make you come."
He continued to thrust his fingers, his thumb circling your clit, the pressure building until you could take it no more. He removed the gagged from your mouth, "Let me hear your moans, pet."
You let out a loud cry, unable to contain it. "That's it. You're so close, I can feel it.â Your back arched and you cried out, his fingers and thumb pushing you over the edge. "Come for me, my sweet. Come for me. Now." He curled his fingers inside you and bit your neck.
You screamed and bucked as the orgasm took you, and he didn't let up. He continued to pump his fingers and rub your clit, pushing you further and further until you couldn't take it anymore. You thrashed about as the pleasure was too much, your orgasm overwhelming your senses.
Your body writhing against his fingers. Your release was so intense that it made your whole body shudder. He held you tightly, his fingers still moving in and out of your pussy, drawing out your orgasm.
"There we go," he said, smiling down at you. "Such a good girl. You're such a good girl for me, pet."
You were a panting, sweating, mess, and you were exhausted.
He kissed your forehead and pulled his fingers out of you. You were glad the shadow was there restraining you or you would collapse.
After you came down from your high, you realized what just happened. You spat at him, "Fuck you, Loki. You're disgusting."
"Disgusting?" He raised his eyebrows. "Now, why would you say that, little one? Was it not good for you? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."
"Get the fuck away from me." you spat, your voice filled with venom.
He laughed, "You don't get to tell me what to do, little one. I'm not done with you yet."
"You fucking monster," you screamed, "I'm not going to let you touch me."
He grinned and grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him. "Watch your mouth, pet. I don't like hearing you use foul language. Now, since I was so kind to give you such a nice orgasm, will you be a good girl and obey me without any fuss?"
You rolled your eyes. "Like hell I will!"
He smirked in response. "Since I've been rather kind to you," Loki began, his eyes roaming over your body, "I have a proposition for you."
Though you had little desire to hear anything he had to say, your curiosity got the best of you, compelling you to reluctantly listen.
"Do you want me to fuck you here, right now in this alley, or in our room where we will be alone, and no one will interrupt us." He said with a smirk.
Your throat tightened, both options he presented were equally horrifying. But, the last thing you wanted was for someone to find you two here, like this. "Neither.â you choked out.
"That wasn't an option, my sweet."
You glared at him, "You're vile," you hissed
He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by your words. "You say the most hurtful things, pet."
"I'm not going to choose," you declared, "I'm not choosing anything. I'd rather die than have sex with you."
He looked amused. "Fine, then I will choose. You have a few seconds to think about it." He said as he took his jacket off, and dropped it to the ground.
"You're going to take me right here? You're an animal."
"It's your fault for refusing. If you choose the other option, I was going to be nice. I'll be rough if you insist."
"If you touch me, I'll kill you." You growled.
He laughed. "Oh, little one. It's not me you have to worry about."
Ignoring your warning, he reached forward, his touch cold against your skin, and ran his thumb along your lower lip. "Shame that I have to punish you. I'm sure you'll be a good girl after today."
You gritted your teeth and move your face away from his touch, "Don't touch me."
He ignored your demand, and began undoing his pants. He pulled his cock out, and started stroking it. You stared at his member and he was already rock hard. You hesitated, not wanting to touch him.
"Are you afraid, my sweet?"
You remained silent, refusing to dignify his question with a response.
He laughed, âThere's no need to be scared. I won't hurt you. Unless you disobey me."
He moved closer, his proximity suffocating. With a swift, unwelcome touch, he reached out and stroked your cheek. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch away from his caress.
"Relax, darling. This will be pleasurable for the both of us." He said as he grabbed his cock and ran it against your slit.
You felt your wetness seep onto his cock.
"STOP!" you screamed, your voice breaking the tense atmosphere, forcing him to halt his actions and look up at you.
He smiled at you. "Do you want me to stop, pet?"
You nodded frantically, desperation clouding your eyes. "Yes, I do."
"Tell me," he purred, his tone dripping with cruelty, "why should I stop?"
You scrambled for an excuse, your mind racing. "Let's do it in your place then," you stammered, your words rushed. "Please? I don't want anyone to see." Desperation clung to your voice as you pleaded, hoping against hope that he would agree to your request.
He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, pet. You know that won't work."
He pressed his cock against your pussy again.
You felt his tip slip inside you. "PLEASE! I'll be good, just please stop."
He smiled. "I like the sound of that."
He sighed, "Very well, little one." He swiftly pulled up his pants, adjusted his shirt, and retrieved his jacket, freeing you in the process. You winced as you flexed your arms, the restraints having taken their toll.
With a snap of a finger, he put your clothes back on, and you felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You couldn't believe he stopped. He looked at you. "Remember what I said, pet. You don't speak about this to anyone. I'll know if you do. Understand?"
You nodded.
"Good girl," he affirmed.
"Come," he motioned for you to follow him, and for a moment, you considered fleeing again, knowing full well that it branded you a coward. But the terror of Loki's power held you in check.
You didn't get far before he seized you once more. "Enough!" he bellowed, sending you crashing to the ground. Your body felt numb, the pain overwhelming. You begged through the agony, "Please."
"You brought this on yourself, pet," Loki's tone was icy, disappointment etched in his features. "I was going to take care of you, give everything you desired, and all I asked in return was your love and trust. And you broke it."
"Please, Loki. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you pleaded, desperation lacing your words.
He shook his head, "No, pet. There is no going back. You have to pay the price for what you've done," he stated firmly, his grip unyielding.
Loki wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, "Sweet dreams my pet."
And then, everything faded into darkness.
When you woke up, you were on the bed, naked. The room was dark, and there was no sign of Loki. At least right now your arms and legs werenât bounded. But still he had kidnapped you. "Fucking asshole!" You cursed inside your head.
Then you heard footsteps approaching outside, you pretended to fall asleep, hoping that he'd leave. "I know you're awake, my sweet." He chuckled, "Did you really think you could trick me, darling? You're such a naughty girl, aren't you? Tsk tsk. Such a bad girl."
You tried to fool the god of mischief, what an idiot you were. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He sat down next to you and began caressing your body. He ran his hand up and down your legs.
You slapped his hand away, you hated him. How dare he touch you like that! Loki grabbed your wrist, "Don't try to stop me, little one." He threatened, his grip was tight. It hurt. "No, stop." You whimpered. You tried to struggle free, but he was too strong.
"Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere." He said as he pinned you down on the bed. "Are you ready to behave now, my sweet?"
You refused to respond, instead, you glared at him.
Loki shook his head and chuckled. "You are so beautiful, my sweet.â
You were getting tired of him calling you sweet and darling. "Shut up, Loki. Donât fucking call me that, you bastard!"
He gave you a stern look. "Behave."
"Or what?" You challenged.
Loki leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to have to punish you."
You glared up at him. "What, like you haven't already done that?"
Loki smirked, "Don't be a smartass, darling. I can make this a lot worse."
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, sure."
Loki gripped your hair tightly and tugged your head back. "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"
You looked up at him defiantly. "Do your worst." You then saw him grinned, you realized you had made a big mistake.
"As you wish, little one." Loki said with a wicked grin. He got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. You knew what he was going to do, and it scared you.
He took off his shirt and threw it aside. You were confused at first, until Loki lifted his other hand and started waving it.
"What are you doing?"
"Just making sure you don't try to resist."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means, I don't want you getting away." Loki smirked. He then started moving his hand up and down your body.
You squirmed and tried to push his hand away, but they felt frozen. "Let me go, you sick bastard!"
Loki gave you a wicked grin. "No, I don't think I will"
Loki forced his lips against yours, you tried to resist, but it was useless. You couldn't move. You tried to turn your head, but it was no use.
Loki forced his tongue into your mouth. He explored every inch of your mouth, tasting you. You could taste his breath. It was sweet, with a hint of mint. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.
"Stop!" You yelled, "Please stop, Loki! I don't want to do this!
Loki ignored you. He kept kissing you, forcing his tongue down your throat. "I know you like it, darling."
You shook your head. Loki broke the kiss and smiled. "You're such a stubborn little thing, aren't you?"
"Fuck you." You spat.
âWhy are you so impatient, my little pet?â Loki laughed. "Donât worry, Iâll do it in a moment. Right now, I'm more concerned with teaching you a lesson."
You glared at him, you were so pissed off. He laughed again, âSuch a pretty face, too.â He traced his finger along your jawline.
Then you watched Loki removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock. He stroked himself slowly. You felt your body heat up. You couldn't believe it. He was making you hot.
"See something you like?" He grinned.
You blushed. You looked away. It had been awhile since you had sex with him or anyone else. You missed being fucked by him. You needed to feel his cock deep inside of you. But you knew this was wrong, you looked away from him.
"Look at me." He ordered.
You turned and looked at him. You watched as he continued to stroke his cock. "You betrayed me, Y/N." He climbed over you and straddled your hips, trapping your wrists with his hands, and pinned them above your head. "You hurt me. You have to be punished."
âYou are hurting me too.â
âI donât think so, pet. Deep down, you want this. You want me to force myself to you, you donât think I know? I know your deepest darkest desire. The desire you try to deny. The desire for me to make you mine again. You want to be my pet again, don't you?"
He was right. You were afraid to admit it but you missed Loki. But you didn't want to admit it. You shook your head, âNo! I donât have such thing.â You knew it was a lie, deep down you wanted him to use you and force himself on you, forced you into submission, make you his again, like he had done many times before.
"Keep lying to yourself, pet. I know you more than you know yourself. Now, open your mouth and let me fuck it.â Â He smirked and moved closer to you. His cock was inches away from your face. You moved your head away, but he grabbed your hair and pulled it. You winced in pain.
"Open up. Open wide and say ahh."
You refused to obey. "Don't be stubborn." You clenched your teeth together. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll fuck your throat. I'll make you gag and choke."
"You're sick."
"Maybe, but so are you, darling."
He grabbed your face, forced your mouth open. You kept them close together, "I'll fucking bite your dick off, I swear."
He was having none of it, he used his magic to make you couldn't move your jaw. Then he shoved his cock inside your mouth and forced his way in. He started to pump his hips and his cock went deep down your throat, hitting the back of your throat. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.
He pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag. You could feel his hard length against your tongue. His precum leaked onto your taste buds, sending shivers down your spine. He kept thrusting in and out of your mouth, deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered.
 You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but he was relentless. His hands gripped your hair tightly, his hips moved faster and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your throat.
You felt your body relax, your heart rate quickened, and your clit throbbed. You were getting turned on by this. You whimpered and felt a surge of excitement flow through your body. You couldn't believe it. You were excited at the thought of him taking you, forcing you, fucking you.
You were sick.
"This is all your fault." He said as he looked at you, enjoying the way your throat was stretched around him. "Such a good pet. Take it all, pet."
He grabbed your hair and forced his cock deeper into your mouth. You were struggling to breathe. He moaned louder as he felt his cock going deeper into your throat. He held his cock in your throat, watching you struggle to breathe. "Such a pretty face. I wonder how many people you've sucked off.â
You whimpered, feeling your body reacting to his words.
"Did you plan to suck that guy you were flirting with?" He thrusted his hips. You gagged and tears filled your eyes. "He could never make you feel this good." He moaned. His thrust became harder and deeper. You choked and gagged on his cock.
You cried, your body trembled. You were about to pass out, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and allowed you to breathe. You gasped, sucking in as much air as possible. You couldn't move, you were frozen. He then proceed to grab his cock and stroke it.
"Such a pretty sight, you are. And the view of your lips wrapped around my cock." He said, grinning. "Don't worry, my pet. I'm almost there. You're doing a great job. You're going to be rewarded for being so good for me. I'm going to give you what you want. What you need."
He grabbed your hair and slammed his cock deep again into your throat. Then his hand reached to your pussy. He put his finger in your pussy, you moaned as he touched your pussy. He smirked. "That's a good girl, you are learning. Now, suck my cock."
You started sucking his cock. He started thrusting his cock deeper and harder into your throat. He moaned as you sucked his cock. He loved feeling your mouth on his cock.
"Mmmphh⊠stwop.â You tried to beg, but his cock was down your throat.
"Do not talk with your mouth full, darling. That is not polite."
You felt him tighten around your neck. His grip was firm.
"I am going to cum. Do not spit. Swallow every drop, and maybe I will reward you. But only if you're a good girl. Do you understand?"
"Mmmph." You tried to protest, but the god didn't listen. You couldn't do anything except suck his cock. Loki kept fucking your mouth until his seed spilled into your throat, you felt the warm liquid slide down your throat making you choke. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed his seed. He pulled out and released your hands.
You coughed, and gasped for air. "Good girl. Very good girl." Loki patted your head.
You glared at him. You wanted him dead.
"Don't be like that, Y/N. You're supposed to be happy. This is what you wanted, remember? We're together again. Just like old times."
You looked away. "That was a long time ago."
Loki grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "But it's not too late. We can have it again. We can have everything. We just have to work together."
"Work together?" You scoffed, "How can we work together? You lied to me!â
âWe can talk later, my love. Right now, I need to be inside you.â He stroked his cock, he was still hard even after he came earlier. He spread your legs apart and grabbed a hold of his cock, aiming it towards your wet pussy.
"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard until you pass out. Until I cum deep inside of you and make you mine again. Then when you wake up, I'll fuck you again, and again, and again."
You felt him press his cock against your pussy, his head slid between your folds and penetrated you. "No, Loki, please, I'm sorry."
"It's too late for that." Â He stroked down his hard cock even after he just came, he was hard again. He then forced himself inside of you. You screamed in agony. He was too big.
"Oh, stop your whining." Loki chuckled. "You're such a baby. It doesn't hurt that much."
His cock was big that it stretched your open, he didnât give you time to adjust. You screamed, "You fucking asshole!"
"Watch your mouth, darling. I'm not a fan of that language." Loki slapped your pussy, it was red and swollen from his previous assault. He kept thrusting his hips, his cock pounded you over and over. Your whole body ached from him.
He was holding your waist down with one hand and pumping his hips in and out of your pussy. He continued to thrust in and out of you. He took his time and made sure he hit the spot that would make you scream and beg for more. He knew what you wanted, he knew your body and what made you tick.
You were biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.
"Why don't you let me hear those beautiful moans, pet?" Loki purred, leaning his face in close to yours. "Don't hold back, you know you want to enjoy this."
"No..."
Loki grinned and snapped his hips hard against yours. "I know what you like, and I know you like this. It's why I keep doing this." He smiled wickedly. Loki picked up the pace. His cock hit the spot inside of you. "Itâs okay. You donât need to be embarrassed, just let it all out."
You bit your lip and gripped his sheets, trying not to make a sound. "Darling, you're so stubborn, you're going to hurt yourself." Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it, causing you to moan and look up at him.
"You're fucking psycho!"
Loki began pounding into you even harder. His hand gripped your throat, and you felt yourself grow weaker. fast. "Loki, please..." Your vision began to fade, and you started gasping for air.  âStopâŠâ Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you.
He squeezed them together and pounding his cock into you. You screamed and he slapped your pussy again. He fucked you harder than you'd ever been fucked before. You were sobbing, begging him to stop. Tears ran down your face but he didn't slow down. He kept fucking you harder than before. Your breasts were bouncing wildly as he pounded into you.
You felt him hit a spot inside of you that caused a surge of pleasure to flow through your body. Â "That's it, darling." Loki moaned, slamming his hips harder against yours. "Come on, you know you want to."
You felt your orgasm building. You tried to fight the urge, but you couldn't help yourself. He kept pounding into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot.
"Donât fight it. You can't resist, so just give in." Loki said thrusting harder and harder, until you were both a moaning, writhing mess. Your walls clenched around his cock, and you arched your back. You moaned loudly as he fucked you harder and faster.
You couldn't fight it anymore, you screamed in pleasure, feeling yourself reaching your peak.
"Fuck, yes! Come for me! Milk my cock, pet"
You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Loki didn't stop, he continued thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your body shook uncontrollably. You cried out again, screaming.
"Please, stop." You pleaded, panting.
Loki ignored you, he fucked you harder and harder, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. "I'm going to fill you with my seed. You'll be leaking it out for days. Every time you sit down or move, you'll feel it dripping down your thighs. You'll be mine."
"Please, Loki! No! Pull out!" You begged, trying to push him off of you. But he was too strong. "Why are you doing this to me?" You cried.
"I'm not going to pull out." Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you. "After you betrayed me, this is the least you deserve. I'm going to make you pregnant. You'll have a little monster running around. You wonât ever leave me again.â
"No! Loki, stop!" You sobbed, crying out. "I'll do anything! Please don't cum in me."
"It's too late, pet." Loki ignored your pleas, he continued thrusting hard. He rubbed your clit, "Cum with me, my sweet." He was rubbing it harder, making it hard for you to keep up with his thrusts.
You shook your head. Loki growled. "Now."
You gasped, "No! No!" You cried out, trying to pull away. You couldn't fight it anymore. You moaned loudly. Your whole body spasmed with your orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him.
Loki groaned. You felt him got bigger inside you. He let out a long moan. "Take my cum." Â He spilled his hot seed inside you. It filled you, filling you up, some of it spilling out. You could feel it filling your womb, stretching your belly. It was so warm.
He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, pushing more of his cum into you. "No! Please stop!"
Loki laughed, his cock was still hard and pushed his cock back into your pussy. "Oh, but we're not done yet. I'm not finished with you yet." He pushed himself deeper inside you. He was still coming. "This is just the beginning."
"You're fucking insane."
"Yes, I know." Loki was still pumping his cock in and out of you. "I'm going to train your body. You're going to crave me, my cock, and my cum. And every time you see me, you're going to want me to fuck you. You'll need me."
"No!" You cried.
"Yes, yes, you will. Because I'm the only one who can satisfy you." He was thrusting harder, deeper, his pace increasing.
You were afraid he might never stop. And he never did.
It had felt like hours. You lost count on how many times you had orgasmed. It was too much. The room was spinning, the pain and pleasure becoming too much. You were so sensitive, every touch sending you over the edge.
âLoki, please stop. Iâm begging you.â You were exhausted, spent, and sore. You couldnât take it anymore. But you couldnât stop him, he was too strong and too weak. He kept fucking you over and over again until you were almost at the point of passing out. But he made sure you never did by using his magic to keep you awake.
"Look at your beautiful, stretched pussy. My seed is already filling you."
You whimpered, you could feel it. You could feel the weight of his cum inside you. He never pull out. He kept coming, and his cock kept spurting more and more. You didnât think it was possible for anyone to have so much cum. He was fucking you again and again.
"You'll learn to love me. You'll learn to beg for me. You'll learn to come on command. You'll learn to obey me. You'll learn to pleasure me. You'll learn to worship me. Because that is how we are, my sweet."
It seemed like an eternity, but finally, he was done. He collapsed onto you, panting heavily. His cock remained buried inside your pussy, and you felt him softening inside you. Your pussy ached from the rough pounding he had given you.
"You are mine, my sweet. Now and forever." He said, giving you a possessive look.
You felt his cum slowly trickle out of you. Your belly was still swollen from the amount he had pumped into you. You had never felt so full. It was like you were a water balloon, and he had been filling you with water.
Loki kissed you deeply. You could barely fight him back, you were too weak. He smiled and ran his hand through your hair. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back to check on you later." Loki got up from the bed and walked away.
The door shut. You laid there, stunned and exhausted. You were still trying to process what had happened, but there was one thing you knew for sure. You were trapped. You were his prisoner.
He was not going to let you go. Ever.
"I hate you, Loki." You whispered.
And you knew he heard it.
E/N : I intentionally made her emotion sway back and forth, torn between desiring him yet hating his actions. They're both twisted in their own ways, perhaps that's why they complement each other.
Honestly, I'm not entirely content with how the story is going; I might rewrite or delete it later, I'm not sure. Nevertheless, thank you for reading!
Let me know if you enjoy dark fics too! I adore them and plan to write more.
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