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You had once been nameless to him, to your Naoya.

But now, barely a year later, you share his name.

He knew you had to be his the moment he set his eyes on you. It was a mere coincidence that he had business to attend in the building you worked in. It was a mere coincidence that you got in the elevator at the same time as he was riding it. And it was a mere coincidence that you were accompanied by a snivelling, long-forgotten acquaintance he hadn’t thought about for years.

A pathetic excuse of a man who he instantly noted had a crush on you.

He re-familiarised himself with this man, for you. He found his contact information and met him for coffee. He pretended to listen to him ramble about the old days and other drivel he thought would be of any interest to Naoya.

His drink started to cool; the lukewarm temperature of his coffee made him realise enough time had been wasted. His posture changed, his friendlier demeanour dropped as he leaned forward. He placed his phone on the table, unlocked, with the phone screen open and ready to be typed into. His acquaintance looked with an amalgamation of confusion and concern, his eyes dating between Naoya’s and his phone.

“I’d like you to give me the number of that colleague of yours we rode the elevator with.” he said, plainly. He scoffed out a laugh immediately as he saw the man’s panic rise at the threat of competition. As if he would actually stand a chance with you. “You know who I’m referring to, yeah? Big tits, perfect ass. Give me her number.”

“N-No,” he shook his head. “I mean, I don’t have it. So, I can’t, I’m sorry.” he responded, pulling his lips into a thin line as he chewed his own nerves.

“Is that so?” Naoya spoke, standing to his feet. “That is unfortunate, it seems I’ve wasted my precious time on you. Thankfully I remember you both work on floor twelve so I can get it myself. I’ll be seeing you, then.”

“Wait!” he grabbed Naoya’s arm to stop him, quickly letting go and Naoya’s eyes looked down at it. “L-Listen. I’m sure a guy like you can have any girl you want. But me ‘n her have something special! P-Please leave her be.”

Naoya smirked, at that, dusting off his arm where the man’s hand had been. He turned to face him dead on, looking down with contempt and disdain as a myriad of insulting sentences and degrading words flew through his mind.

“I can’t tell if you actually believe that or not. She is a woman of a certain calibre made for a specific kind of man. She is made to belong to a man like me.”

“Belong?”

“Yes, belong. Women are made for men. They are made to be dressed, displayed, fucked, and bred. You don’t understand that and so you will never succeed if you and competing with a man like me. I sympathise; I do.” he said as he pulled out his wallet and threw down a few bills on the table. “And I suggest you don’t interfere, I’m quite friendly with your boss.”

All the man could do is watch that shit-eating smirk sprawl across Naoya’s features before he took his leave. His heart was racing and his blood boiled. He couldn’t afford to get fired.

He couldn’t afford to warn you.

Naoya is the kind of man who likes to show off his achievements, and you are no exception. You are his favourite investment. A beautiful woman on his arm with a ring on her finger is the highest form of currency at any event he attends. The dresses he buys that accentuate your soft breasts and plump ass are worth every penny. Expensive earrings and necklaces are displayed so beautifully and paint a picture of how much you are worth; how much he is worth, and how easily he can splash his cash around.

You didn’t know you were the type of woman to be allured by money until you met him. He found you at the perfect time, hating your job and struggling to make ends meet. The money isn’t what attracted you to him, it was his looks. It isn’t any less superficial, really, but a handsome new face in your workplace was a breath of fresh air. He knew how to flirt, he was charismatic and you found yourself stalling the conversation to prevent him from leaving. Your fingers let off steam as you typed your number in his phone, and you were left waiting with bated breath to see when he’d make contact.

But you’re his wife, now. And you haven’t quite noticed that, to him, you are a possession. You only rank higher than his luxury cars and designer watches because of your body. He loves every inch of you, thinking about your cleavage in tight tops or your ass in a clingy skirt makes him rock fucking hard.

There’s no denying your body drives him wild. But there’s something missing, something you don’t have.

And still, there’s no time wasted when he gets that way. Whether he’s in his office at work or at home with you, he seeks instant relief and gratification. He’ll play with himself at his desk, video calling you and ordering you to strip and talk dirty to him as his fist becomes a blur.

The more likely outcome, however, is him having his wicked way with you as he is now. You’d been so perfect, his perfect girl. So well trained when speaking to guests at your party. You conversed with wealthy men who ogled you more shamelessly than your own husband does. You weren’t drinking, not alcohol. Never alcohol. A glass of sparkling water with a fat lemon wedge that Naoya must remember to scold the help for. It’s hideous and he almost couldn’t take his eyes off it. Your drink was chilled with ice, and that is what broke him away from his anger regarding the lemon.

With a delicate sip, the water still somehow spilled from the corner of your lips. It was too quick for you to dab away undetected, rolling rapidly from your mouth and down your neck. It slid perfectly to the roundness of your pushed-up tits, much to the delight of every man in your proximity. You apologised immediately for your unsightliness, like the good girl Naoya expects you to be.

But in actuality, he didn’t mind. No one minded. The sensuality of one little droplet stirred so deliciously with your innocent obliviousness was more erotic than any porn.

“Excuse us, gentlemen. I’ll get my wife cleaned up.” he told them, “Come with me, darling.” he said, already leading you away.

His definition of ‘cleaning you up’ turned out to be him fucking desperately into you in front of your wall to ceiling mirrors.

All he could manage was pulling his cock out, he simply didn’t have time to undress. He almost didn’t have time to undress you either, but there’s more of you he wanted to see.

Your skirt rests around your waist, and all he felt necessary to do was yank down your top enough to expose your breasts. He’s noisy, your Naoya, and you’re sure he gets off to the sight of you and what he does to you more than what he’s actually doing to you.

His large hand holds your jaw from behind so you can see what he’s seeing. The way your tits bounce and jiggle with every pummel of his hips. The way his cock disappears in and out of your spread cunt while your thighs ripple with each eager fuck. His cock glistens and shines with your goodness, coated with the wetness given to him as he bullies himself inside of your plush, velveteen walls.

“Naoya— N-Naoya! Our guests!” you remind him, doing all you can to hold yourself up amid the onslaught of fucks. Nothing else matters to him, not more than this. And truthfully, you couldn’t care less either. But you’d be remiss to not attempt to seem responsible.

“Fuck, don’t.” he speaks as his teeth grit. A hand moves from your hip to rest on the mirror and he almost mounts you even while standing.

You’re so small, beneath him, gasping for air as his hand moves from your chin to your throat. He begins to leave tell-tale smudges on the pristine mirror that the maids can gossip about later.

“Fuuuuck baby, g’na send you back out there with no panties on,” he all but growls in your ear. You giggle slightly, at that. But he can’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“N-Nuh-uh, everyone would—”

“Nuh-uh? Gone dumb already, princess? Yuh-huh. Don’t say no to me, remember? Good girls don’t say no.” he carries on talking right in your ear. He chuckles as you clench, his words rushing straight to your heat and you somehow douse his length further. “Like it when daddy talks to you, huh? Want daddy to talk you through it?” he says, it’s mocking but he means it. You feel like your heartbeat is in your tongue and you’re gasping for a breath.

That was new.

“Daddy? D-Daddy?”

“Yeaaaah, daddy.” he smirks.

His brows knot together as his thrusts become heavier and his balls begin to slap against your ass. They’re heavy, so heavy and full and he’s close. You can almost feel his heartbeat as his body rests against your back. Each thump of his heart feels like a punch between your shoulder blades and it’s a sensation you could get addicted to.

Your tits, your thighs, your ass. He’s in love with your body and your softest parts but they all pale in comparison to his favourite thing in the world. Something that makes him harder than anything in the fucking world, and it’s something you don’t have.

“Everyone’s gonna see my cum leaking out of you when you go back to that party,” he tells you, looking at you directly in the mirror as he speaks. He holds your chin again, forcing you to look at him, and you don’t dare close your eyes. “And in a few months, w-when your belly swells with me, everyone who was here will remember this way the day that I fucked you full.”

“Ohmygod,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as the salaciousness of his words makes your heart skip a beat. “You want a baby?” you ask, your body too tired to express true surprise.

“No… baby,” he starts, moving closer to the mirror so that your tits squish against the cool glass. His eyes darken, angling his head to nibble on your ear as his hips slow slightly. “I want an heir.”

He’s not looking at you in the mirror anymore. He’s looking at you. Your hair that had been so perfectly in place minutes prior now fucked into stray strands. Beads of sweat traversing from your hairline down your neck and the way your pulse throbs with each earnest breath.

His hand flies down to rub your clit after you hear his confession. The words, for some reason, had brought you closer than ever to your looming demise. He’s lost all semblance of control, he almost doesn’t want this encounter to end and yet he knows it must. He rails into you with a deliverance that is sure to bruise your thighs, a sight that is more exquisite than a priceless painting. It is art made by him that you’re sure to thank him for.

He moans louder as he imagines the sight of you on the bed, purple blooming bruises formed on the backs of your legs as you lie with your head in the pillows and ass in the air. His pretty painting leaking with his seed, what a sight it would be. He spills himself inside of you at the very idea of it before he remembers once again that he’s in the moment, now. He’s fucking you, now.

He’s rubbing your clit until you start to cum.

“Cum, now.” he orders.

And you do, so divinely. Your knees buckle in and he doesn’t stop rubbing you despite your whimpers and protests.

“Don’t run from it, don’t you dare run from it, woman,” he warns you. “Giving you my kid, need you to take it all.”

He wraps an arms around your ribs and below your breasts and it genuinely feels like he’s taken your lungs in his hands and he’s squeezing with all his might. You can’t run, even if you tried. Your whole-body trembles in his hold and your brain feels robbed of oxygen as you feel spurt after spurt of his hot white injection infiltrating your insides.

“Mmmmpf, Naoya,” you hum contently. “S’full… hope that made you a daddy.”

“If it didn’t… we’re gonna have to keep going ‘til it takes.”

© 2026 rinhaler

he swallows deeply. eyes darting back and forth between his pissed off girl and the dishes he promised he put into the dishwasher last night after a long movie marathon. one that definitley didn´t end with both of them tangled up in the cozy red blanket y/n bought back when they moved in together a year ago.

there´s not many things toji´s scared off. hell there might be only one and that is his girl being pissed off. even thought she´s really hot like that, but saying that out loud would ensure world war 3 would start in his kitchen on a random saturday morning. No, no toji has better ways to deescalate this highly sensitive situation.

phase 1: make the evidence dissapear from her view.

he´s quick to put the glass down and curl his big arms around y/n, encompasing her waist with his strong muscles and pulling her into his warm chest. knowing how much she melts everytime she´s reminded of their size diffrence and using it to his advantage. "why´d you run from me, pretty girl? you know i wasn´t done with you last night. ´only gave you a little rest cus i am such a nice guy", he mumlbes against her neck, running his nose along her skin.

y/n blinked. her brains trying to catch up to the quick changes but toji doesn´t give her any time as his lips run along her neck, leaving feather light kisses on their way from her collerbone up to her ear and back down again. his big hands, that just as usual make her weak in her knees, squeeze her hips.

She´s shaking her head, trying to clear up her thoughts. "uhm..toji you forgot- Oh fuck", her breath hitched and eyes shut when one if his hands snuck their way underneath the big tojis shirt that she´s wearing. his skilled fingers playing softly with her nipples, still tender from the abuse they received last night. y/n would´nt be surprised if he left hickeys once again.

squeezing her tits with his big palm, his other hand slowly, almost imperceptibly slides lower and lower until it disappears between her soft legs. there´s no teasing when his fingers make contact with her messy pussy, still wet from hours ago. Toji groans. "god princess you´re so fucking wet. this pussy is begging me to destroy her again. don´t you think?"

all she can do is nod, her breathing deepening while tojis thick fingers circle her clit. slowly dipping into her hole but not enough to actually stretch her out the way she wants him to. needs him to.

"words, pretty girl. or i´ll leave you exactly as you are", he grunts. he might say one thing but his cock is saying something completly different. already hard as a rock and pressed up against y/ns soft ass. it takes everything in him not to bend her over the sink, but fuck that would probably be counterproductive in this situation.

thought, his teasing words seem to penetrate her mind and remind her what a jackass he´s been. "fuck you, toji. you wish", she scoffs breathlessly. it sounds pathetic even to her own ears.

phase 2: give her something else to be mad about.

the dark chuckle that reaches her ears lets a shiver run down her spine. "wrong move, princess."

there´s no further warning before toji drops his hands, only to grab her by her waist, turn her around and throw her onto his broad shoulder like she weights nothing. to him she probably doesn´t.

his hands secure her soft thighs right below her asscheeks. close enough to make the heat inbetween her thighs grow but also too far away to give her any pleasure.

before she can think further about how nice his rough hands feel on her skin, her world spins as toji ungracefully drops her onto their shared bed. not one second passes before he´s crawling on top of her. spreading her legs around his hips and grabbing her chin to connect his lips with hers.

the kiss is so deep, so toji, it takes her breath away. his tongue runs along hers as if he´s fucking her mouth with it. giving her a taste of what she can have if she only asked.

he pulls back enough to catch his breath, keeping eye contact with y/n as if daring her to come get what she wants. and that´s exactly what she does. pushing her lips back onto his, she continues kissing him until they´re both feaverish. her hands begin to travel his strong body, starting from his shoulders, all the way down his back.

toji can´t help but let out deep moans everytime her long nails scratch him. surely leaving marks that will burn nicely once they´re taking their shower later.

not wanting her to feel left out, his hand goes back to it´s designated place inbetween her legs. this time around thought he doesn´t bother teasing her, instead he pushes two of his thick fingers into her hungry little hole. making y/n moan against his lips in surprise. tojis fingers plunge deeper and deeper with every thrust, playing with her sensitive clit and making her mind go a hundred miles an hour.

only to suddenly stop and pull them out.

the sound of them leaving her wet pussy is sinful. she watches as he leans back. his figure so tall above her as he kneels between her legs, like a wall build out of muscle. his fingers that only mere seconds ago were so nicely pumping into her, now inbetween his own lips as he licks her juices off of them like they´re his favourite food.

"tojiii", she whines with a cute frown etched onto her flushed face. as hot as he looks sucking his fingers clean, she´d much rather he would make her cum on them.

"hmm", he humms around them, finally taking them out out his mouth and leaning back down. close enough to make y/n feel his breath on her skin. "talk to me nice, princess."

"ugh, stop being so mean", she huffs, only for toji to chuckle in her face. his lips pulling up into that develish smirk that makes her mind go crazy. fuck i´m so done, she thinks to herself.

"mean? oh silly girl, you never even met mean toji. trust me, generous toji is muchh better for you. so, start by being a good girl and ask the way i taught you to" he says and with every word that passes his lips he sees his pretty girl turn dumber and dumber. as if there´s nothing on her mind but her mean boyfriend.

"please fuck me, toji", she says breathlessly. she doesn´t even care anymoer if she sounds pitiful. she´s already too lost looking into those deep, hypnotizing eyes to care. too high on her pleasure and the possibiliy for more.

tojis smirk turns into something almost evil. "as you wish, princess."

not one second later one hand´s shooting up to circle her neck. not squeezing, simply holding her down and anchoring her while his other grabs his cock to position it at her wet hole.

His actions were intoxicating, swirling your tongue with his, and occasionally sucking on it. You felt like you were melting, Tsukishima's intense actions causing the spark of arousal to ignite.

You moaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as you tried your best to keep up with his actions. Your arms draped around his neck as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him.

He shifted, causing his thigh to go right between your legs. You rocked your hips, trying to get anything to touch you right where you needed it. Suddenly, he pulled away, chuckling in amusement as you leaned forward trying to kiss him again. Hands came up to grip your hips which halted your movements.

You panted," Kei, please." His face was still close to yours, allowing you to feel the words as he spoke," Please? Please what?" There was a slight mocking tone to his words that went straight to your core.

You tried to buck your hips against his thigh but it was no use, his hands kept you firmly in place but for some reason that just aroused you even more.

Your face flushed, embarrassment crawling into your mind. You whispered," Please touch me."

You watched as a condescending smirk splayed across his features He moved his face closer, lips lightly brushing against each other, but not exactly capturing yours into a kiss.

He pulled your hips down, making your clothed cunt press against his thigh. Your breath hitched as he started to slowly rock your hips," What was that? I'm gonna need you to speak. louder." He punctuated his words by bouncing his thigh.

You felt like you were going to burst, brain processing his words much slower than usual. You begged," Please use your fingers to fuck my cunt, Kei please."

Tsukishima inhaled sharply, his hand going between your thighs, the other rubbing circles into your hips. " Well since you asked so nicely." he cooed out.

His slim fingers traced around your clothed clit, giving feather light touches that was something but at the same time nothing. Your breath hitched, about to beg him to stop his teasing.

But he pushed your underwear aside, cold fingers gathering your slick and swirling it around your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand as you gripped him tighter," Fuck! Kei-"

He let out an amused chuckle as he teased you," Look at you, so wet that you don't even have to suck on my fingers before I put them in you." Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped into your entrance.

He started to move his fingers, quickly finding that spongey spot inside you that made you see stars. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, as you tried to bite back your moans.

His lips brushed your ears as he muttered his words," You know better than to hide from me, or are you just a stupid whore?"

You let out a wanton moan as he started to speed up, thumb suddenly circling your clit. "Oh shit- faster! Please Kei 'm gonna cum!"

He nipped at your ear as he sped up his pace, fingers reaching your g-spot with every movement. You let out a desperate keen," Kei! 'M about to- fuck! 'M gonnacum-"

Suddenly, just as the knot you felt in your abdomen was about to snap, Tsukishima stopped. He laughed at you," What, did you think I was gonna let you cum that easily? You really are dumb."

You rolled your hips, needily nipping and kissing his neck in hopes that would somehow convince him to give you more. He huffed," Look at you, such a desperate whore trying to use anything to get off."

You frantically nodded," Need you Kei!" Tsukishima let out a low groan as your words went straight to his cock.

" Really now? Show me how much you need me." he rasped. You slowly started to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning as you felt him flex his thigh. You felt hot under his gaze as you sped up your pace.

Pressing into his thigh, you moaned as he started to play with one of your nipples, rolling it with his thumb. " Fuck, look at you making a mess of my thigh."

Going faster, you felt fuzzy, static starting to buzz throughout your limbs," Kei 'm gonna cum, please let me cum!" His hands grabbed your hips as he rocked you faster, slowly making pressure build in your abdomen.

"Go ahead, cum for me slut." His name-calling sent you over the edge, the orgasm that you had been waiting for finally arriving. You gripped onto him as your thighs started to shake," 'M cumming! Fuck! Shit Kei!"

Tsukishima would be lying if he said he didn't love to hear you moan his name. His gaze locked onto your face as it started to morph into an expression of pure ecstasy.

He slowly stopped rocking your hips against his thigh as you came down from your high. He put his lips on yours as he swallowed your moans, lightly biting your bottom lip as he laid you down.

His tongue worked his way inside your mouth as his hands trailed down to your tits. Pulling away from the kiss with a sharp pop he left a trail of wet kisses against your neck. Slowly going lower, and lower, hands following in his mouth's wake.

His mouth traveled to your inner thigh, nipping at it slightly. Your legs threatened to close when he let his breath fan across your sensitive cunt. Using his hands to keep your legs open for him, he used his tongue to lick a long stripe up your pussy and swirled it around your clit.

You tried to close your legs around his head, but he was just too strong. " 'M still sensitive!" you cried out. But that did nothing to deter him as he wrapped his lips around your nub and hummed.

" What was that?" He muttered against you, sending vibrations throughout your core. You cried out," Just came- Please 'm so sensitive. It's too good!"

" A whore like you can handle it." He teased right before his tongue delved into your wet hole. He ate you like a man starved, lapping at your folds and thrusting his tongue in and out.

Your back arched as you felt another orgasm begin to build again. Tsukishima moved his hands to hold your hips down, allowing you to close your thighs around his head. Your hands moved to grip his sandy blonde hair, meeting his sharp gaze as he looked at you.

Tsukishima felt you clench around his tongue and he brought a thumb to your clit. You let out a choked moan as you babbled out," Cumming again! 'M gonna- cumming! 'M cumming!"

Tsukishima moved his tongue faster, spurred on by your moans. He moaned into your cunt, your juices covering his face. Finally moving away from your hole, he captured your lips in a kiss. Its passionate nature feeling like a gentle contrast compared to his intense actions.

The sudden feeling of Tsukishima sinking you down on his cock made you see stars, his sinful groan making your walls clench around him. " Fuck, you're so wet, didn't even need my dick to make you such a mess."

He grabbed your hips, setting his own pace as he used his hands to slam them up and down, pushing his dick in and out.

" Such a slut, cumming before I could put my cock in you." He grunted, hands gripping down harder as you tightened around him.

" You-you said I could." You managed to choke out in your breathless state.

" Oh?" You knew it was an immediate mistake when you felt him stop," Still have enough sense in you to talk back I see?" he sneered.

Flipping you around so that your ass was up in the air, he wasted no time pushing his dick back between your folds. Slamming into you at a brutal pace, you couldn't stop the desperate moans that escaped you even if you wanted to.

Realizing the danger of being anywhere near a threatened or harmed deer, you’re ready to bolt out of the woods when you look up, and see a net that’s filled with leaves, branches, and stray grass reeds.

And dangling out of the net is a leg— a leg that looks less like a deer’s… and more of a person’s.

You gasp in horror. Someone’s caught in it!

Running around the tree, you find the rope suspending the trap buried in the ground. You rummage for your shears and hastily cut it, grabbing the rope to pull it down with your weight and let the trap sink to the ground slowly.

When it does, you run over, cutting away as much of the net as you can, digging through the leaves until you reach someone covered in an enormous fur cape.

You gingerly pull it back, and stare in awe.

It’s a man, with dark hair and sharp features, no doubt very handsome despite the scratches and cuts he’s sustained. The linen top he’s wearing is littered with twigs.

Softly, you brush away the twigs when you touch his wrist and freeze.

And quite literally, because his skin is as cold as ice.

Almost as if he were a corpse.

“Sir! Sir! Please wake up!”

When Prince Loki’s eyes open and adjust to the glare of the sun— and the silhouette blocking it out— his breath hitches.

Is this Valhalla? Am I… dead?

Surely, he must be. For above him kneels the most beautiful girl, almost shimmering in the golden light, it’s definite that you’re an angel.

“Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?”

An even lovelier voice for a radiant woman. He nods, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goodness!” You lean forward, brushing away twigs from his face and cloak. “I thought you had died! I hate those deer traps, they’re dangerous and they're so hard to see! It almost killed you! Are you alright?”

“Yes- Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

It’s as if he spoke without thinking, eager to hear more from your pretty lips. You catch your breath, kneeling back down, and he sits up to get a better look at the captivating face of his savior.

“How long have you been up there?”

Loki brushes his hand against his cheek. “I'm not quite sure- ah-”

He hisses when his fingers graze a wound on his temple, and he retracts his hand to find a few specks of scarlet.

“Probably not long, I'm still bleeding,” he shows you his hand, and you gasp.

“Oh, no,” you take a closer look at his face. “My house isn't far from here, I can help you clean up and get some rest. You must be exhausted. Are you alright with some porridge and biscuits? They're all I have the ingredients for and the farmers’ market is a bit far so I'm sorry if...”

Loki honestly can’t concentrate on what you're saying. He nods along, but he's rather focused on you.

As he tags along behind you as you retrace your steps to your home, Loki whispers a thanks to whatever Gods led him to be graced by your beauty in this moment, regardless of the circumstance. He had just been hunting for sport, unaware of the trap that had pulled him up into the tree so suddenly and rendered him unconscious.

Now, he's found something— no, someone— better; a much more rewarding, delicious little prey.

“I just realized I haven't introduced myself."

Loki looks up just as you say your name, timidly holding out your hand. He takes it after a moment.

“Loki,” he replies, once he finds it in himself to speak.

“Like the prince?"

He recoils a bit in surprise. “Yes- Yes, like the prince. Uh-"

“How are you feeling?" you ask, dabbing the cloth lightly against his wrist.

“They don't hurt if I don't move."

“Okay. Let me know if it does.”

Loki nods, watching you silently tend to his wounds, before he hisses softly.

You flinch, pulling away. “Oh, I'm sorry-"

“You really don't know who I am?” Loki asks.

A second passes as you look down at him, brows furrowing as you sit down next to him on your bed.

“I can't recall. Sorry, have you ordered flowers from me before?"

“You run a flower shop?”

“Yes, that's why I was in the woods. I was looking for fresh flowers and came across you up in that trap.” You tilt your head. “What were you doing in the forest, anyway?"

“I was... hunting for deer, and the last thing I remember is hearing something above me snap.”

“Hunting… Is that what you do for a living?”

“Well, no. My brother and I do it for sport."

“Oh."

Loki stares at you blankly. “My brother, Prince Thor."

You nod.

Loki chuckles. Your pretty little head hasn't registered it.

He leans in close, brushing his lips against your ear, and whispers very slowly:

“I'm Prince Loki."

And the reaction he gets is the cutest. Your lips part as your eyes widen, to which he grins.

But he doesn't expect you to fling yourself off the side of the bed and onto the ground, bowing down to him.

“Your Highness!” you squeak. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know!! I-”

“Darling, please," he chuckles, shaking his head. “That isn't necessary-"

“I'm so sorry, I'll get some tea, do you want anything from the market? Please, allow me-”

Loki bends down, lifting you off the floor in a princess carry and sets you down on the bed.

“Please, don’t stress yourself. You saved my life.”

He takes your hand, kissing it softly as he smiles up at you.

“Thank you, pretty angel.”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out tiny breaths. Norns, aren’t you the most adorable?

“I don’t think you believe me.” He stands up, pretending to be offended by your silence.

“No!” you cry . “I mean- I do believe you! It’s just- I was surprised, I didn’t think-”

“Didn’t think what? A prince would just be out in the woods for no reason?” He laughs, leaning down to you. Before you can respond, he chuckles again. “That’s alright,” he steps back, “you just need a little… evidence.”

Loki closes his eyes, and lets himself shift into his true form: blue skin, dark green patterns across his biceps. He hears the tiniest gasp of amazement from you as the magic also heals his wounds and cuts (and hopes that he’ll hear more of those cute noises very soon).

When he’s done transforming, he opens his eyes and stares down at you.

Dear Norns.

He knew he was already taller than you in human form, but this was just delightful. You’re much tinier than him, staring up at his stature with those wide doe eyes of yours.

“You are-” you blink a few times in shock. “You are the Jotun prince.”

He smiles even wider. “That’s right.”

“And… I… just saved the Jotun prince.”

He starts laughing, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Clever girl.” He knows he’s downright cruel, teasing you just because you’re so cute. “And do you want anything in return for ‘saving the Jotun prince’?”

“Well, I don’t know-”

Loki walks closer to you, and stands between your legs as he drops his cloak to the floor and leans down, drawling his next words very slowly.

“You deserve something… special. Something downright… pleasurable as a reward for saving my life. Something that you’ll remember for the rest of yours.”

He chuckles darkly when your breath hitches in realization.

He wants to make love to you.

“What?”

He pushes you down on the bed, trapping you in with his large body as he takes your wrists in one of his hands.

“You’ll feel undeniable bliss. I’ll take you over and over and over again until I’m sure you’re truly satisfied, because you’re such a sweet little angel saving my life and cleaning me up and looking so fuckable.”

You mewl, no doubt keening from his dirty words. He cups your chin.

“All you have to do is say yes. You don’t even have to do anything~”

His thumb brushes over your quivering lips, and push into your mouth. Loki grins as you look up at him, nodding slowly.

“Use your words, angel,” he teases, pulling his thumb away from your mouth.

It takes you a few moments to catch your breath. “Okay…”

He wanted to make you beg. He wanted you to say please, please fuck me so he could flip you over like you weighed nothing and take you over and over again like you’d asked but the way you whimpered withered away the last of his patience.

He had to make you his.

Loki captured you into a passionate kiss, muffling every last sound your pretty lips made so that only he could hear. He pulled away only to push you down on the sheets again, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you twitch in his hold, unable to comprehend how dizzy you are from just a kiss.

The two of you pull away for air as his dark green irises watches your eyes glaze over with submission. He grins, unbuttoning his white button-up and tosses it elsewhere.

He grins as you stare at his chest. Your tiny hands reach for him, tracing over the markings and patterns.

Loki hisses, taking your hands in one of his. You whimper as he stares down at you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Did that hurt?”

“No, no.” His voice softens as he leans in, kissing your nose gently, his other hand pushing your dress up your thighs. He kisses your cheek, then presses his lips against your ear. You shiver at his ice-cold breath.

“It doesn’t, angel. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to resist flipping you over and pounding you into the sheets until you’re dripping with my cum and you can’t think.”

He pushes his knee against your crotch, making you squeak like a pathetic little mouse. Loki grins.

“I will be doing that, mind you,” he teases. “But I simply have to get a taste of your pretty juices first~”

Your skirt bunches up against your twitching hips as Loki stares down at your dripping cunt.

“Oh," Loki chuckles. “You're already wet for me, angel, isn't that adorable~?"

You mewl, bashfully covering your face as he grins at your embarrassment.

“Stop teasing..."

Loki shakes his head, pouting in mockery. “Only if you stop being so cute when you're flustered. But until then…”

He places his hands on your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he lowers his face to your mound.

“... I'll enjoy fucking you until you submit to me.”

Your eyes widen as he licks your folds very slowly, and you whine shakily.

“Prince Loki..."

Loki grins, kissing your pretty cunt wetly and pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. And your helpless whimper of pleasure as he devours your pretty pussy whole is the cutest and most captivating noise he's ever heard.

He draws it out of you again, and again, and again, drinking every bit of your slick, even if poor little you are just getting wetter and wetter.

You're panting now, and Loki is equally as short of breath, only ever breaking away from you to watch your pretty face scrunch up so cutely. Loki licks his lips, nibbling on your thighs and making you squeak and tremble in his icy grip.

“You're such an adorable little angel," Loki grumbles. "Makes me want to eat you up like a little mouse, hmm?”

He holds you down firmly as your moans tickle his ears. The way your little hole squeezes around nothing is just so cute, he just has to stuff you full after he makes you come far too many times than you can handle.

“Aww,” Loki chuckles as you whimper breathily, thighs thumping helplessly against the bed. “Little angel can’t take it anymore?”

He brushes a blue finger against your dripping folds, sinking into your hole for the millionth time making you squeak and sob in sensitivity.

“P-Please…” you mumble, glazed eyes pleading for a moment of rest.

He sighs, forgetting you’re just a pure little thing having her first time, and gently scoops you into his arms to press a few kisses to your cheek and whispering your name.

“Have I thanked you enough already~?” He teases, and you nod, nuzzling into his hold though you shiver lightly.

Loki’s heart skips a beat. He feels you cling to him tighter and he feels your little ass grinding against his cock.

“Well,” he muses, “I believe my kingdom will be overjoyed to find that an angel like yourself saved their prince, hmm?”

“Huh?” you ask, still pleasure-drunk as you settle into his lap, as if you perfectly fit in his hold.

“I said,” Loki chuckles his icy breath tickling your face, “My kingdom would be overjoyed to find a pretty thing like you saved the royal prince, wouldn't they?"

“Mhm..."

“And they'll throw a week-long celebration...” he continues, trailing kisses from your cheek to your shoulder. “All for you~”

“R-Really?” you gasp as he begins sucking on your skin, sure to leave marks after. “A whole week? That's too much-!”

Loki laughs against your shoulder, holding your hips down so he can feel your hips grind against his cock. “Nothing is too much for a perfect little angel like you~"

Loki licks the bite mark he's so carefully placed on your skin, then looks up at your glazed eyes and twitching pout.

“Would you like to come back with me to the palace?"

The look of confusion and bashfulness across your face makes his cock twitch against your bare folds.

“Me?! With you?!"

“Do you abhor the idea of that?”

He knows he's being mean and he knows you don't hate the idea, but Loki just can't resist seeing you so embarrassed and stuttering to apologize.

“No! I didn't mean that! I was just surprised-"

Loki shakes his head with a little chuckle, and brings you closer to his face to kiss the crease between your eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I was just teasing."

“Don't be mean like that!”

Loki laughs darkly when you cross your arms.

In a flash, he’s got you on your hands and knees before your pretty head can even figure out what’s going on.

“And if I do, what are you going to do about it?”

You shiver at the dark growl in his voice.

You're so far deep in this haze all you can see is blue.

“Your highness-!”

Loki presses your chest against the bed, leaving your pretty ass on display, purely his for the taking.

“You’re just a little mouse that can’t hurt anything, hmm? Just so innocent, and weak, and ready to be ravished.”

A cold, thick finger traces your wet folds, and you whimper, burying your face in the sheets as he tickles your hole until you’re shaking with need.

“Maybe I’ll take you back home with me… and make you my wife.”

Loki shoves his finger all the way in, knocking the wind out of you because you swear you can feel him in your tummy.

“Your- Your wife?” You ask, voice higher and breathier.

“Yes~” he mocks your airy voice. “My pretty wife, who won’t have to get her pretty hands dirty ever again, who I’ll take care of, and protect, and fuck every single night.”

Loki curls his finger, reaching that sensitive little part in your cunt that effectively leaves you a mumbling, drooling mess on him.

When he’s gotten you wet enough, he draws his finger back (to his cute little angel’s momentary dismay) and forces your thighs apart with his body, the head of his cock twitching against your folds.

Loki will forever remember the gasp you let out when you feel just how big he is.

“Do you want to be fully mine? Do you want me to fuck this little hole of yours with my cock until you’re screaming for me?”

You whine at his dirty words, slurring something that sounds like a yeah, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you.

“Really?” he chuckles, fingering your little hole one more time to slicken your folds. “Do you think I’ll fit~?”

And with the dirty wet noises that tickle his ears as he sinks all the way in he gets his reply.

“Oh?” Amused, he runs an icy finger up and down your bare back. “She can take it, after all. What a good girl~”

Loki barely gets the praise out before the prettiest whimpers fall out of your mouth like sweet honey, your poor cunt clenching down on him as your voice gets higher and breathier by the minute.

“Please-” you hiccup, turning to look at him with those pretty teary eyes.

His vermillion eyes stare you down cruelly as he grinds his hips down into your ass, making your head fall onto the sheets as you slur out a moan.

His cock feels so heavy inside you and by the way he laughs quietly you know he knows just how big he is compared to you.

And the way he pins you down harder lets you know he loves it.

“Oh, you just feel so good around my cock,” Loki groans, pulling back and thrusting into your leaking little pussy.

Poor you, already sensitive beyond imagination as this handsome blue prince ruins any other man for you with the way his cock stretches you out better than anyone ever will.

Not that anyone else will get the chance to. Loki’s decided it: he will take you home to the palace and make you his wife, and everyone will bow before their new princess.

Loki can't resist you any longer. He beats your poor cunt like the beast he is until you're whimpering and bucking against him helplessly.

“Feels... weird..." you shudder and gasp, tears leaking from your eyes as he sinks deeper into you, his huge cock hitting all the good spots inside you as your pleasure takes over your senses.

“Oh, is she close? Is this perfect little cunt going to come all over me?”

Loki's dirty words make you whimper and nod dumbly.

“Yeah," you sob.

Loki laughs at how blissed out his little saviour is and stops,pulling out slowly and groaning when he hears the sinful squelching as your juices drip onto the sheets. He turns you on your back, pinning your wrists to your sides, and captures your lips in his as he sinks into you once more.

“I missed these pretty lips," he smirks into the kiss, taking you for himself.

“Y-You just kissed me a few minutes ago..." You sigh dazedly, though you love the attention he's giving you.

“Still can't get enough of you. You're just so sweet~" Loki licks your lips, thrusting harder and making you squeak and link your fingers through his.

“Say my name."

“Loki...”

“Gods," he throws his head back, almost moaning at how submissive you sound. “Surrender to me, darling."

His hands snake down to the back of your thighs, lifting them and pressing them to your chest, quickening his pace.

Your eyes scrunch up as you nearly scream in pleasure, wriggling away as if you could escape from him.

“Surrender to me, angel~" he grins, kissing your neck and marking you up. “A pretty angel like you deserves to be pampered like this every day. Imagine that? You'll never have to lift a finger, I'll do all the work, I'll do all the fucking.”

Loki accentuates that last word with a hard thrust into your hole, making your eyes blur over with tears as you mewl helplessly in the Jotun prince’s tight grip.

“Awh, don't cry," he teases, kissing your nose when he gets a sinfully great idea.

He stops his movements, making sure he's buried all the way inside you before he flattens his tongue against your soaked cheek and licks your tears away.

You gasp, stunned for a moment before you keen and twitch helplessly, whining loudly as he does the same to your other cheek.

And your poor little cunt just clenches down again.

Loki growls, his primal instincts taking over because you're his ideal mate and you're nothing like he's ever seen. The sounds in the room get filthier and filthier as he loses control and rams into your poor hole.

“What do you say, angel?" Loki asks, letting go of your wrist before his hand makes its way down to your clit, rubbing the little bud and making you scream and tremble in his arms. “Be my- fuck- be my bride? Be my pretty little princess?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, chest heaving as your eyes flutter shut.

“Are you close?"

“Mhm..."

“Cute little mouse," he chuckles, pressing open mouth kisses to your neck as he rubs your clit. “Let go for me now, angel."

It’s a sight from heaven as you orgasm all over him, soaking his cock with your juices and helplessly thumping your thighs against the bed because Loki won't stop thrusting in and out of you.

Loki growls, pinning you to the bed. He stills, and you gasp at the feeling of his warm, thick cum filling you up. It makes you feel even more full than you already do and it makes you dizzy with even more pleasure.

It becomes too much for your melting brain to handle when he pushes deeper into you and you gasp, attempting to kick him away.

A firm, cold hand grabs your ankle and spreads you wider, and you whine shyly when he grins at you with a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Stay with me, darling," Loki teases, gripping your hips possessively and holding you still on his cock so he can finish filling you up.

It feels like hours before he breathes again, but it's only been seconds for him, already wanting another round with you.

But the prince resists, setting your sore legs down slowly and carefully sliding out of your cunt.

You sigh in exhaustion, but your breaths falters in embarrassment when you feel just how much he pumped into you, dripping out of your twitching folds and onto the bed.

A tiny drop even lands on your ass and Loki chuckles at your wide eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips and whisper a dirty promise that he'll fuck you down there too next time.

“Next time?” you ask, lips parting.

“Yes," he teases. " I've decided it, you're never leaving my side, my guardian angel~”

And he scoops you into his side, letting you rest before he has a few more rounds with your pretty hole— then he'll take you back home to the palace and convince you to stay. He'll show you the library. He'll let you lose yourself in the royal gardens all day if you wish! As long as you return to his chambers each night and let him please you the way you deserve to be.

To add to this, I'd like to imagine the scenario as caitlyn being separated from her enforcer squad deep into Zaun. Jinx has been stalking her (because that's what nemesis do, right?) and watches as caitlyn gets into a gnarly shoot out with some random chembaron gang. Caitlyn fights off most of them but gets snuck up on and gets fatally injured. Jinx goes mental that her nemesis was hurt by someone who wasn't her, so she kills that person off brutally next to a dying caitlyn on the floor. She'd get up and dust herself (and the blood of this random person) off her hands before walking over and standing above a dying caitlyn.

She'd look her over and say, "Jeeeeezzz toots, do I always have to save your ass?" Caitlyn would just look up at her and try to say anything, but would only wheeze and cough in return. Jinxes eyes would widen as she realizes that "oh wow, caitlyn is dying right now, in front of me, on the ground." She'd pat her pockets to look for anything that could stop her from dying (because wanting your nemesis that wants you dead to stay alive is totally normal), and then a light bulb goes off. She grabs a knife off of caitlyns form and slashes her hand, causing it to bleed heavily.

Jinx would smile and bring her dripping hand over to caitlyn and say, "Open up cupcake, doctors orders!" Caitlyn would groan and shake her head no, so jinx would snarl and force caitlyns mouth open with her free hand and drip feed her blood into caitlyns mouth. To caitlyn, it's disgusting at first. The metallic overwhelming iron taste, but then all that shimmer starts to make her feel divine, better than she's ever felt. The wounds on her body would seal up quickly as she sits up with a gasp, pushing jinx away, causing jinx to fall down.

Jinx would roll her eyes and say, "Well, that's no way to thank the girl who saved your life, or did your mommy and daddy not teach you manners? Oh wait, mommies dead!", while rolling on the floor dying of laughter. Caitlyn would look around for her sniper rifle but finds it nowhere. She grabs the still bloody knife and sheaths it. She'd move to apprehend jinx, but Jinx would just use her shimmer speed to move away. She'd wipe a tear from her eye and say mid chuckle, "Alright, I get it, jeezzz. A girl can't even save her nemesis these days. Anyways, see yah later cupcake!" As she zips away.

Caitlyn angrily grumbles to herself before she heads back topside, though with a strange pep in her step. She would make her way back to her mansion and sleep better than she has in months, not that she notices. Over the week, though, her energy and mood would just get worse and worse. She finds herself sleeping horribly now, and she craves something that she can't quite put her tongue on. When she's sorting through the evidence locker room in the enforcer station, she'd eye a vial of shimmer.

Strange, she'd think, since she's never found her eye attracted to it before, and they've been confiscating it for years. But she's desperate for anything to help her sleep. So, she uncorked it and dipped a pinky finger in, bringing it to her lips. She gets a rush, but not the rush that every shimmer addict they arrest describes. She downs the whole thing and barely feels a thing, as a matter of fact!

Horrible sleep again that night, but the next day, they have her arrive to another one of jinxes attacks. They let her be by herself as she investigated since she's been so snappy, and as she walks through the scene, she steps into a puddle of blood. She takes a step back, and she swears the blood has a pink sheen to it. Her mouth starts to salivate uncontrollably, and before she knows it, she crouches down and dips a pinky into it, bringing it to her mouth. The instant smile that hits her face and the weight of everyone just falls off her shoulders.

Before she knows it, she fully kneels down and starts to drink from the puddle like an animal. By the time she pulls back, the puddle is gone, and she feels amazing! Then she realizes she just drank the blood of another human and promptly crawls back and away from it in horror. She'd think to herself, "What the hell!? I'm the head of the kiramman house, the best shot in all the enforcers, and the best detective! But not only did I ruin the scene by tampering with it, I drank from a puddle of blood!"

She would shakily stand up and walk away, telling everyone that this was just another normal scene created by Jinx and that she found no notable evidence. Though they don't mention anything of the manic smile she has while talking about this because they'd rather not be fired. She sleeps like a baby that night, but the next day, she feels horrible again. She gets informed of an ongoing fight with jinx, and she heads there immediately (ignoring the excitement brewing in her chest). Jinx laughs as she notices her and runs down an alleyway by herself, and caitlyn gives chase.

Jinx would laugh as she was chased, saying, "Well, nice to see you too, cupcake! Did you miss me?" Caitlyn would snarl in response and toss her sniper away and grab her knife. She doesn't know why she feels the need to make jinx bleed, but she has to. They'd get into a heated fight, and as caitlyn wrestles Jinx to the floor, she knicks jinxes cheek, causing it to bleed. She freezes while straddling her as jinx pants beneath her.

Before either of them realize it, caitlyn leans down and starts to lick it off of jinxes face. Jinx would giggle and say, "Woah! Down girl! Bad dog, bad dog!"

Caitlyn would pull back, panting and her pupils blown wide as she stammers out, "I... I don't know why I did that..." Jinx would look up at her and realize that caitlyn acted the exact same when she fed her blood to caitlyn.

Jinx would laugh and say, "I ever tell you why I'm so fast and can heal so quick?"

Caitlyn would respond with, "No...?"

Jinx would take the knife out of caitlyns hands and slash her hand again as she says, "I'm made up of shimmer, cupcake. My body produces it on its own now. And I think...", lifting up her palm to caitlyn, "That you're addicted to it. To me. Or maybe you aren't. Don't lick it up if that's the case. Prove me wrong." Caitlyns mouth would dry at the sight before she leans into jinxes palm and laps it up hungrily. Jinx would smile and say, "Aww... whose a good pup? That's right, you are!"

Caitlyns brain would sing to her at jinxes praise before she nodded to agree. Jinx would push against caitlyn and say, "Now get off of me, dummy." Caitlyn would nod and get up off of her, even going as far to help jinx up. Jinx would cup caitlyns cheek and say, "How's my pup feeling? Feeling good? Happy? Ecstatic?"

Caitlyn would nod with a dumb smile and say meekly, "Pup feels good. Feels really good."

Jinx would pat her cheek and pull it away as she says, "Atta girl. You know what? I think this worked out real well for us, cupcake. Real well indeed."