he's so posessive--like, in the extreme. borders on obsessive. at first you liked having a man so genuinely interested in the things you had to say. at first he was your mom's good-looking, if not mean-tongued husband. at first you thought it was sweet that he would tell you to text him if you got there safe, where you were, etc--thought that he cared about you.
at first it was just too-close brushes of your bodies. a certain look in his eyes you thought you were imagining. now, he puts his hand on your thigh under the dinner table and squeezes. now, he leaves bruises in the shapes of fingers and teeth.
happy valentines day angel!! <3
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content: daddy kink, stepcest, smut, size kink, cnc, dark content,, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI
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he’s so mean and degrading. while he’s pounding into you ferociously as you’re singing praises to his name. your legs are thrown up over his shoulder, the golden anklet with a charm resembling his thorns dangling off your leg. “daddy please!” you’re begging, clenching tightly around him as you try to fend off your third orgasm of the night. “please i can’t do anymore!” you sob.
“it’s so cute that you think i’d care darling. you’re just a toy for my pleasure. now lay there and take daddy’s cock like a good slut” and take it you do, loving the way he’s gripping your hips for dead life, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers and fucking his little stepdaughter with no shame
Chapter summary: Loki spends some time with Regan as he walks her home from work. He comes to believe that there is something darker going on between the mother and daughter.
A/N: I'm posting this on my phone, so the formatting may be a little off. I will fix it when I get home. ☺️
Loki stuck to his word, and he walked Regan home that night after she got off work. Normally, Regan felt jumpy – scared to see anything coming out of the dark shadows to attack her. However, this feeling was becoming familiar with the eighteen-year-old – having walked to and from her place of work and sanctuary for over a year. This time, however, she felt secure. She felt like no one in the shadows could harm her because her stepfather was right there to fight them off. The fall season had just arrived, so the night air that hit Loki and Regan's faces had a bit of a nip to it. Regan shuddered at the cold, and Loki immediately took his own jacket off and draped it across her shoulders. Her large, doe eyes looked up to the god – confused and shocked as to why he did such a thing.
"You're cold," he pointed out with a warm smile. "I'm use to the cold, so you can use my coat."
Regan blushed and pulled the jacket tighter to her body. "Um...th-thank you, I guess." Regan could smell his scent in the borrowed, black wool peacoat. Her five-foot-four-inch stature made the oversized coat go down to her knees. She was beginning to notice just how tall Loki actually was. It was a perfect fit on him. His scent enveloped her nose, heart, and even her soul. He smelled of mint mixed with firewood, a tinge of his Armani cologne lingering in the threads. Regan hoped the marvelous mixed smell would make its way into her skin and be with her for longer than their walk. She purposely tried to get her hair covered as much as possible in the coat – wanting to be able to smell his scent when she went to sleep – if she went to sleep that night. Part of Regan was afraid to sleep – terrified to wake up and realize that someone – a man – a man that her mother had married – was being so kind to her. Surely, it had to be a dream – actually, it was a nightmare. It was a nightmare tormenting her – getting her hopes up for something that could never happen. Someone who her mother brought home being kind to her? Loki, the God of Mischief, of all people showing her care and gentleness? Regan decided she did actually want to go to sleep as soon as she got home. She wanted to wake up as soon as possible from the nightmare.
"Rae," Loki said softly – gently bumping Regan's shoulder. "Did you hear me?" Regan shook her head – getting her thoughts to leave her.
"Huh? No, I didn't...sorry."
"That's alright," Loki smiled. "I asked if we could get each other's numbers – text sometimes or something?"
Regan gave a flat smile. "As long as you don't give it to my mother."
"I promise she'll never know it," Loki swears – holding a hand up as scout's honor. "Yeah, okay, it's um," Regan took out her phone to look up her phone number. The only
people she had in her contacts were her employers, a couple of friends at school, and now her stepfather. "It's uh, 478-324-1919."
Loki typed the number into his phone, and he sent her a text so that she could have his. Right as he finished, he put his phone in his pocket, and the two of them arrived at the driveway leading up to the small house. Much to Regan's dismay, her mother's car, her red 2007 Chevy Malibu, was parked – signaling that her mother was home for the night. Before they entered the house, however, Loki stopped Regan by placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Should you ever need anything," he spoke softly – his eyes looking directly into Regan's. "Do not ever hesitate to call or text me, alright?"
"Okay," Regan quietly answered with a nod.
Loki took a deep breath and opened the front door to the house, and lying on her back on the living room sofa was Lisa. She had one leg crossed over the other, and she was scrolling through her phone. Loki looked over to Regan, and the teenager tried to sneak away, but she was no match for her mother's peripheral vision.
"Nu-uh," Lisa grumbled – stopping Regan in her tracks. "You need to get in there and clean the...excuse me, but why are you wearing his coat!"
Regan's voice left her, and she looked to Loki to answer her mother.
"Regan was cold, and she didn't have a coat," Loki nonchalantly explained – instinctively stepping in front of Regan to protect her if Lisa tried anything.
Lisa scoffed and stood up from the couch – glaring at her daughter with a disgusted expression.
"If she forgot to bring a coat, then she should've just fuckin' froze, Loki!" Lisa argued. "God, you're going to become an enabler, aren't you?"
Loki chuckled incredulously and shook his head.
"Regan, go to your room," he told the scared teenager. "You can keep the coat."
Regan turned around and walked into her bedroom – closing and locking the door. What Lisa and Loki didn't know was that a big smile spread across Regan's lips upon hearing Loki's permission to keep the coat. Regan got ready for bed – brushing her teeth in her room and using a water bottle to wash her mouth out. She absolutely hated the possibility of her mother seeing her out of her room. She had grown accustomed to brushing her teeth in her bedroom mirror and opening the window to wash the toothpaste and mouthwash out. Regan dressed in a pair of comfy pajama bottoms – pink and green plaid and an oversized t-shirt. Of course, she put Loki's coat back on before crawling into the twin-sized bed. Regan put her earphones in and scrolled through social media – reading fanfictions about the Avengers and listening to her favorite music. Doing so had different motivations, but one motivation was so that she didn't have to listen to the blow-out that Loki and Lisa were about to have in the living room.
"What's your problem?" Loki asked Lisa – his eyes narrowing as he glared at her. He didn't care that she looked offended at his words. "Why do you seem to hate your daughter so much?" "You don't know her like I know her," Lisa scoffed – placing her hands on her hips. Lisa was hot – Loki had to admit that much. Unfortunately, it seemed that her personality was the complete opposite. Her breasts were large – one of the very first things that he noticed about her. Her hips had the perfect curve to them, which made it easy for his hands to rest there and hold her.
"She's eighteen," Loki reminded her. "What could she have possibly done to deserve such hatred?"
"She's a little slut!" Lisa yelled – getting tired of Loki's questioning. "Every man that I've ever brought home, she'd spread her legs wide open for!" Loki scoffed and shook his head – not believing a word coming from his new wife's mouth. "Why do you think I left to find a good man?! She would've taken you away from me if you knew her in the beginning!"
"That's such bullshit!" Loki yelled back. "You can't make me believe that's the reason why."
"Why do you care, huh?" Lisa sighed in desperation. "Baby, let's just go to bed and have some...fun." Lisa began to caress Loki's chest – trying anything to get him to let it go, but she was shocked when Loki pushed her away.
"No," Loki refused. "If we're going to be married," he continued – pointing to Lisa and himself. "Ragen is going to be my stepdaughter, and I want to know why you're so cruel to her." "I've already told you!" Lisa yelled – trying her hardest to get Loki to side with her. "Are you really that old that you forget things that fast?!"
Loki closed his eyes – taking a deep breath as Lisa turned and walked away into their bedroom. He was in no mood for sleep or sex. His anger was rising, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the house, but at the same time, the last thing he wanted to do was leave Regan all alone to deal with her mother's wrath when she found out he had left. Thinking about what would happen to the eighteen-year-old brought tears to the god's eyes as he pulled out a kitchen chair at sat at the table – pondering over his thoughts and ideas while he rested his chin on the top of his folded hands. Loki rose from the table after the need to check on Regan became too powerful. He gently twisted her doorknob, and he realized it was locked. Instead of breaking the door down, he used his magic to twist the lock and quietly open the door. He stepped silently into her bedroom, and he smiled at the sight before him. Regan had fallen asleep with her earphones still playing music, and she was using his peacoat as a pillow. The scene made his heart smile, and upon looking at the innocence of his stepdaughter, he knew that there was something much greater going on between the mother and daughter.
Chapter Summary: Loki tries to get Regan to understand that she's not alone anymore.
Character(s): Loki & Regan
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Loki spent the morning in the house by himself. Lisa had gone out with some of her friends, and Regan had to be at work from 8 AM to 8 PM. The god's mind wandered as he picked up around the house – trying to get familiar with his new surroundings. The house was small – the front door opening up to a medium-sized living room and a small kitchen to the right. To the left of the living room, there was Regan's bedroom and one of the two bathrooms. Across the hall, there was the master bedroom that had an attached bathroom. It wasn't too cramped, but it wasn't a palace that Loki had grown up in.
The neighborhood was in the middle of Harlem, and it wasn't the safest place to be – especially at night. A sense of worry filled Loki as he thought about how Regan walked to and from the bookstore where she worked. Sure, she had a taser, but a taser won't stop a bullet, and her small frame might not be able to overcome a would-be kidnapper. Sitting on the couch, pondering as he browsed the internet, the God of Mischief an idea. He would make it his job to walk his step-daughter to and from her work – seeing to it that she made it and returned home safe and sound.
Loki felt bad for Regan. The few, short interactions that he had seen with her and Lisa have been anything but healthy. He couldn't understand why Lisa loved to abuse the eighteen-year-old so much. To Loki, Regan hadn't done anything to warrant any such behavior. In fact, the teenager had only spoken two or three words since he and Lisa arrived home.
Regan needed a positive role model in her life – Loki saw that immediately. While wandering around the house, he noticed that there was no evidence of a man ever living there. This led him to believe that Regan's father wasn't in her life at all. The conclusion broke his heart.
Regan was sweet, quiet, and reserved, but Loki could see the trauma hidden behind her eyes. He didn't believe that there was a chance of getting her to open up so easily around him, but he decided to do whatever was needed to win his step-daughter's trust.
Regan needed a parent, and if Loki had to be that parent, then he would.
Once lunch time came around, Lisa still wasn't home, and Loki was worrying about Regan. Was she hungry? Did she take something to eat? Would she like to have a warm meal? Loki was already worrying about the teenager more than either of her biological parents ever have. He looked around the kitchen, and he noticed recipes for iced coffee in the cabinets. Loki smiled – realizing what he was going to take her to drink, and when he saw the box of Ramen Noodles, he decided to take her a hot meal as well. To be on the safe side, since iced coffee and Ramen didn't sound too appetizing, Loki concealed a cold root beer that he pulled out of the fridge just in case Regan preferred a soda with her meal. Before heading out, the god looked up directions to the bookstore, Paige's & Marc's, and memorized the route to take.
Regan was always happy at work. She loved working at the small bookstore, and she could talk to the customers for hours on end about all types of books. Knowing that she needed to save her meals for times of desperation, Regan tended to let herself go without eating. Once her lunch break came around, Regan intended on spending the hour in the back of the store with a book open in her lap. Just as she was going to lock the register and disappear for a while, the bell above the door rang, and she turned her attention to the front of the store.
It was Loki. He was walking towards her with a warm smile on his lips, but he stopped when he saw Regan instinctively backing up.
"Uh...," Regan softly began – gulping as she tried to get rid of her nervousness. "Um, what're you...d-doing here?"
Loki smiled at her – the sound of her voice was like a siren's song to him. "I thought you might be hungry," he told her – conjuring the hot noodles, iced coffee, and root beer into his hands. "This was what I found in the h-,"
"Why?!" Regan unexpectedly yelled. "What the hell is your problem?! I work so damn hard for my food! Why did you think it was okay to just...use it and decide when I can have it?!"
Loki concealed the treats, and he watched as Regan tried to regain her composure. "I'm...I'm sorry, Loki," she apologized weakly. "I'm ju -,"
"You don't ever need to apologize to me, okay?" Loki said softly – walking towards Regan once more. This time, she didn't move away. "You're my step-daughter," he reminded her – conjuring the items once more. "You don't ever need to worry about not being able to eat, alright?"
Regan sniffed and placed her hair behind her ear.
"Right," she nodded – watching as Loki set the food and drinks on the counter.
Loki couldn't tear his eyes away from her as her eyes – so filled with fear and pain looked at the lunch. "Would you...would you mind if I sat and ate lunch with you?"
Regan crossed her arms and shrugged.
"S-Sure, I guess," she agreed. "Um, I usually sit in the back of the shop and read."
Loki smiled widely.
"I absolutely love to read," Loki said happily. "Why don't we eat and read, yeah?"
The step father and daughter enjoyed the quietness of the bookstore – reading the same book as Regan ate her lunch. For the first time in her life, she felt happiness, but she couldn't put a finger on why she was feeling it. What was Loki doing? Was he using some sort of spell? How is it that he can make her laugh when no one has ever done so? Before Loki left Regan to finish her shift, the God of Mischief told her that he'd be there to walk her home when she got off, and for some reason, Regan's heart fluttered at the notion.
