A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy.
Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.
(In this chapter y/n is currently 8 years old. The characters Tara and Aurora belong to a friend.)
“Come on y/n! Move your feet!” You heard your older sister Athena shout at you as she swung her sword down on your head, her untamed hair blowing against the wind as she moved.
You flinched at the action and brought your shield up to block her blow before clashing your sword against hers, the clinking of metal echoing across the practice arena.
Athena took the chance and connected her sandal wrapped foot with your torso, knocking you down to the sand in the process. “Close your spaces! Never give your enemies an open opportunity to wound you!"
You rolled over onto your scraped up knees and stood up only to get knocked down again by Athena’s shield. "Come on y/n. You have to try harder.”
“I am.” You groaned as you got up on your feet with a pout, your body, tunic, and the wings perched on your back covered with sand and dirt.
“There you are!” You heard a cheerful booming voice.
You whipped your head around at the voice, a grin appearing on your face to see your father Zeus walking to you with his arms outreached.
“Papa!” You giggled as you dropped your sword and shield, running into your father’s arms.
“Look at you.” Zeus chuckled at your filthy appearance as he picked you up, resting you on his hip. “I hope you’ve fought well.”
“She’s rather rough around the edges.” Athena stepped up to the two of you with her hands on her hips. “Time will make her better.“
"But you were the greatest warrior in all the realms at her age.” Zeus told Athena.
“But I am the goddess of war and wisdom father.” Athena explained to him. “Everyone is different. And y/n is still a child.”
“Well practice makes perfect. Isn’t that right y/n?” Zeus turned to you.
“Yes papa.” You muttered out before speaking up. “Papa? Can I go play?”
“Of course child.” Zeus smiled at you before setting you down on the ground.
A grin formed on your face as you ran towards your dragon, Drakon (Drah-kon), who sat on the grass. Father had gifted him to you when you were born and he was still a baby too at that time.
“Come on Drakon!” You giggled at him as you tackled him.
Drakon, who was not much bigger than you, nuzzled your face before tagging alongside you as you ran towards the palace garden, your sandals smacking against the pavement as your wings ruffled behind you against the wind.
You ran to your favorite secluded spot, opening up your satchel and taking out a book from your father’s journey to Earth. The book was called The Odyssey, and your father had told you how it was written by a man named Homer. You found it interesting to see what humans thought of your kind. You laid down on the grass with your body propped against Drakon as he huddled next to you. Opening up the leather bound book, you cleared your throat and started reading aloud, leaving all the worldly matters behind.
You had just finished the first four chapters when you heard a cry of happiness steadily coming closer that you desperately tried your best to ignore, though you grew worried when you heard the cry turn to fear. You closed your book and started to turn around when you suddenly felt something impact Drakon, knocking you onto the floor.
Drakon let out a snort of laughter at your fallen state, making you snap your head towards him, “That’s not funny Drakon.” You were upset that someone had the nerve to interrupt your reading time.
“Hey what was that for?” You yelled as you rushed around Drakon to see who it was, though Drakon didn’t seem that angry that someone hit him.
“Sorry..” You heard a quite voice mumble. To your surprise you saw a young girl, roughly the same age as you, rubbing her head from the impact. Your first impression of her was color, and not in a bad way, looking at her reminded you of what mortals call the Northern lights, or what you know of as Eos’s chariots. Her hair started of a deep black, as if you where staring at the night sky, but swirling through it were streams of red, blue, green, and most of all purple. Her skin was well tanned, as though she spent most of her time outside. She was wearing a dress that mimicked the sunrise, the top left part of her dress being the night sky, and the bottom right the rising sun. Her eyes where akin to an amethyst, though there was something in them you couldn’t place your finger on. On a closer look you saw a small line of scales encircling her head instead of a laurel.
“Sorry.” She mumbled out in a quiet voice. “I don’t mean to hit your dragon there.”
“His name is Drakon. Who are you?” You furrowed your brows at her as your small wings spread out in length in a defensive state.
You had never seen her before. Who is this creature?
The girl looked up at you and bowed into a small curtsy. “My name is Aurora, I am a child of Eos, your highness."
A child of Eos? You noticed how her face turned into an annoyed expression at the name of her mother.
"I’m y/n. I guess you already know that." You smiled politely, your wings relaxing behind your back. "Are you mad at your mom?"
"Huh?"
"You made a gross face when you said her name.” You explained to her.
You thought this girl was quite strange, and yet you were intrigued and wanted to know more about her.
“My mother has many children, so for the most part I am left alone.” She lowered her eyes as she fidgeted with her dress out of shyness.
“Well then Aurora, you won’t be alone anymore."
"I won’t?” She looked up at you, her eyes filled with curiosity.
“Nope! From now on, I will be your friend!” You gave her a toothy grin, making her giggle in response.
You watched how a frown had appeared on her face, her hand a blur as it moved past you catching a stone that had been thrown at your back.
“That isn’t nice you two.” Her eyes flickered, and for a moment you could have sworn to have seen them completely change to be similar to Drakon’s. You were shocked, confused even as you turned around to see who had thrown the stone in the first place. And to your surprise it was two of the locals, most likely the sons of merchants who had wandered away from their parents.
Drakon had let out a small growl upon seeing the two little boys were a few years older than you, thinking they were a threat.
“Drakon, don’t.” You whispered to him as you pushed him behind you with your tiny hands.
“And why should we listen to you, you are just another one of Eos’s brats.” The older of the two lashed out at Aurora.
“Yeah, and you aren’t even a real goddess, just a demi!” The younger one supported his the elder’s insult. “At least little miss wings here is an actual goddess.”
“Hey!” You called out, your eyes narrowing at the words that sputtered out of their twisted little mouths. “Why are you here?”
“Because we can you stupid girl.” The older one replied.
“Why are you yelling at her? She is a princess Mr. Stupid face.” Aurora yelled in response, puffing out her chest with clenched fists.
“At least Mother pays attention to me.” The now dubbed ‘Mr. Stupid face’ responded with.
From the corner of your eye, you caught how their words had affected her as she had let out a small wince.
“You tell her brother!” the other one cheered at the sight of Aurora’s frown.
“At least we have enough self confidence to not need to pick on someone to feel better.” Aurora spoke up out before you could say anything. You blinked in surprise at that, not expecting her to come up with such wit.
“Yeah, well, at least I have a mom that cares about me.” The boy snapped back, a smug look on his face.
You had had enough. “Oh yeah? Well if your mom really cared about you, she wouldn’t raise you to be an ill-tempered ogre-face!” You shouted at them, finally loosing your temper.
The two boys looked at you with blank expressions, the both of them surprised at such an outburst coming from someone of your status.
“You’re not even supposed to be here. You should run back home before I tell my father. Or maybe I’ll tell my uncle Hades!” You stuck up your nose, folding your arms across my chest.
An amused smirk formed on your lips as you watched the boys’ eyes widen in fear. You had secretly loved pulling that card, especially the one with your Uncle Hades. Everyone knew not to mess with the three major gods, even the one who ruled the dead themselves. You let out a giggle as the boys stumbled backwards on their feet before running away with a squeal and disappearing down the hill.
“And don’t come back you hear me!?” Aurora called out at them.
“So what’s it like having wings? Must be nice to be able to fly.” Aurora asked you as she poked her little fingers across the gold flakes that spotted your white feathers.
"Oh, I can’t fly yet. Papa said it’s because I’m still small, just like baby birds."
"Well maybe when you learn to fly, you can take me and we can go on adventures.” Aurora looked at you with hope and excitement on her face.
“Of course.” You smiled at her before sticking out your pink finger. “I promise.“
"Yay!” Aurora giggled before spreading her arms out and purposely falling on top of you.
Your child-like giggles ringed out throughout the garden as you began to talk of silly things like your favorite pastries, what sort of pranks you had once pulled, and why the clouds need to be made of candy, the two of you happy at the start of your new friendship.
When Loki said those words he knew it wouldn’t change anything - it wasn’t his intention neither. Althought he was going to jail, he knew himself and probably he would trace a plan to escape. Nevertheless, if he did, he wouldn’t have the chance to be with you. Probably that was the last time you saw him as Loki, so it was now or never.
“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, nervousness running all across your veins at the sound of his voice.
Loki smiled sadly, trying to hide the emotion of his real feelings. ”Years.” he replied.
And we all thought Steven was going to be mad because of the multiverse disaster but no, he was like “ehh it’s all fucked up anyway, let me join too”. Honestly, Loki is more considered about multiverses than Sorcerer Supreme’s himself at this point
Thor had just lost his best friend and his brother right in front of his eyes and it breaks him that there was nothing he could have done to save them or the asgardians on his ship.
He just stays there mourning over Loki’s dead body & the fact that he didn’t care whether he lived or died on that ship is heartbreaking
My problem with Loki’s death isn’t because he diedbuthow he died.
Loki has all these cool powers that we’ve seen time and time again, particularly in the first Thor movie, but he ends up dying because he tried to kill Thanos with A BUTTER KNIFE.
Warnings:Loki,Swearing,Violence, Sexual Language, angst, absolute fucking chaos, smut.
Summary:
Nobody could tame Loki Odinson, no matter how hard they tried. Over a dozen assistants had attempted, and all had come running back to The Potts Agency in tears. In a last ditch attempt the tame the beastly boss, Pepper sends in a wildcard: The assistant with the attitude problem. You.
You’ve got issues of your own, zero impulse control, and absolutely no fear. Maybe that’s exactly what Loki needs, or at least his brother is willing to give it a shot. Suddenly you go from clearing out your desk, to being given free reign and immunity with one of the most powerful and prickly men in the city.
Your challenge is to bring Loki to task, by any means necessary. His challenge is to break you, and make you quit.
Summary: What happens when you let a stranger take you home?
Warning: unprotected sex, sex between strangers, degradation, branding, hand around neck (not choking),
A/n: This is my final post for my 1k celebration! This has been so, so fun!
The music is blaring in your ears.
The lights are blinding you.
The alcohol is clouding your judgement.
The hands around your waist have you falling… Falling hard.
“Come home with me,” The stranger mutters, nipping at your ear. He’d been eyeing you from across the room all night, sending you drinks, before finally coming up and dancing with you.
His jet black hair matches his suit perfectly, drawing your attention even more. You can feel his cock hardening against your ass, thanks to your dress. It’s been a while since you’ve gone home with a stranger, but the way he’s holding you has you wondering why you’re not already on the way to his house.
You moan quietly as he presses a kiss to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm… How do I know it’s going to be worth my time?” You tease, turning around before he can answer.
The stranger smirks, eyeing you up and down. He almost looks offended, until you realize he’s quite intrigued. “Because,” He starts, his hands trailing down to your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, studying you. Figuring out what you like, what you don’t like,” He mutters, his finger lightly trailing up your spine.
When he reaches your neck, he wraps his hand around the back of it, pulling your face closer to his. Your stomach practically explodes with lust, your lips parting. “I know you like being tossed around like you weigh nothing. I know you like it when a man puts you in your place,” He says, which makes you scoff.
He’s full of shit.
If he knew anything about you, he’d know you hate when men tell you what to do. You’re an independent woman, you don’t need anyone to tell you what to do. He’s wasting your time.
“Bullsh—“
He tightens his grip on the back of your neck, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to say goodbye to your little friends. After that, you’re going to follow me to my car,” He orders, his voice dropping.
You gulp, your heart racing in your chest. His orders had your cunt clenching around nothing but air. You nod, wondering if he really was right. How did he know something about you that you didn’t even know?
The man turns his back to you, swiftly walking to the front of the club, standing by the door. You frantically search for your friends, not wanting to find out what would happen if you took longer than 5 minutes. You finally see your friend, racing over to her.
“I’m leaving,” You say, trying to catch your breath. You hope you don’t look as fucked out as you feel, but you know you probably do. Your friend looks you up and down, a smile on her face.
“Leaving to do what?” She asks, smirking.
“To have the best sex of my life,” You reply, turning around before she can say anything. You hear her laughing behind you, but you’re not focused on that right now. You’re focused on the way the man’s eyes are locked onto yours as you push through the crowd, beckoning you to come to him.
“Excuse me… Move… Coming through,” You mutter, elbowing your way through the crowd. When you finally reach the man, you look up at him, already feeling yourself submit. He stares down at you, glaring.
“Follow me,” He orders, opening the door. You hurriedly follow him, your short legs no match for his long ones. You follow him through the parking lot, stopping when he reaches his car. “Get in,” He says, opening his door.
You start to open the door, but your hand pulls back immediately. You can’t get in the car with this man. You don’t even know his name. What about all you’d learned about stranger danger?
“Wait, what’s your name?”
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon,”
—–
The whole time on the way to your house, the stranger is stroking your thigh, completely ignoring the way your legs were clenching. He hadn’t said a word to you, only sighing and clenching his jaw. Now that you’re in your apartment, he has you backed against the door, his hands roaming your body.
“Spread those legs for me,” He mutters, never pulling away from your lips. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. You feel his fingers working to pull your panties down your legs, stepping out of them when they’re around your ankles. He kisses you again, blocking your view of what he does with your panties.
“P-please, touch me,” You breathe out, desperate for attention. You need him, you don’t care about the consequences.
The man tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do,” He says, his hand grasping your shoulder. He pushes you down until your knees are touching your floor, eye-level at his crotch.
“Take me out,” He orders, motioning to the crotch of his pants. The hardwood floor is pressing against your knees, letting you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. You gulp, rubbing your hands over the growing bulge in his pants. You haven’t even seen his cock yet, but you just know it’s big.
If you’re gonna get ruined, might as well have fun with it, right?
You lean forward, staring up at him as your face moves closer. The man stares down at you, his chest heaving. You can tell he’s not used to waiting or not getting what he wants, and it spurs you on.
You stare at him while you stick your tongue out of your mouth, licking a stripe up his crotch, over his pants. The fabric leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but the way he reacts makes it worth it. The man chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in your hair.
He leans down so that his face is inches from yours, using your hair to pull your head back. “I tried to play nice, but you don’t like that, do you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head. Pure adrenaline is running through your body, your heart hammering in your chest.
“You wanna be treated like a little slut, don’t you? You love that you have no idea who I am,” He mutters, using his free hand to unzip his pants. You moan quietly as he tugs your hair, getting your attention.
“Answer me,” He orders.
You think over your response slowly and carefully, trying to piece together what kind of guy he is. Finally, you settle on a response. “Yes, sir,” You whisper, earning a groan from him.
He pulls his cock free, the sheer size of it sending a shiver down your back.
There’s no way you’re going to be able to handle this.
The man holds the base of his cock, tapping it on your lips, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock push through your lips, your mouth stretching around him. The stranger bottoms out, groaning as you open your throat for him.
He threads his fingers in your hair, throwing his head back, pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes are starting to water already, so you open your eyes, silently begging him to have mercy on you.
The man smiles down, chuckling deeply. He moves his hands from your hair to your throat, wrapping his hand around the bulge in your throat. He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t act like you don’t love this… Taking a stranger’s cock down your throat. Knowing your throat will be sore for days but you won’t know who’s to blame,”
You whimper around his cock, staying still as he fucks your throat. Your eyes are burning with tears, but you’re determined to make the stranger proud.
The stranger grunts and moans until he’s close, quickly pulling out to avoid cumming down your throat.
He’s not done with you yet.
“Upstairs, now,” He orders, jerking his head to the stairway.
You scramble up to your feet, your knees weak with lust. The man follows your lead, landing a smack on your ass. You giggle quietly as you step into your messy bedroom, dark except for your nightstand lamp.
The man grabs your waist, backing up until his thighs hit the bed. He sits, pulling you close to him, you stumbling over his feet. You attach your lips to his, your fingers falling down to the buttons on his black shirt.
“Mm,” You moan, your fingers fumbling. You plop onto his lap, his thigh slitting between your legs. You grind your cunt on his thigh, your bare skin rubbing against the fabric.
The man chuckles against your lips, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass. “Can feel you soaking my leg through my pants; you that desperate?” He asks, pulling away from your lips slightly.
You whine, nodding your head. “Yes, need you so bad,” You whimper, gasping as he smacks your ass through your thin dress. You pull the shirt off of his shoulders, your fingers running over his porcelain skin. The stranger grabs your ass, digging and stretching, desperate for any kind of contact.
You rock your hips against his thigh, your bundle of nerves aching from the lack of pressure. You can feel your stomach tightening, your legs shaking around his. “Mm,” You moan, your jaw falling slack. You can feel yourself slipping, feel yourself going under.
Before you can feel that sweet release, the man is flipping you over, pinning you under him. His hips are grinding against yours, his bulge rubbing against your bare cunt. He’s panting against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. You know you’ll have bruises on your skin, and the thought sends you over the edge, leaving you begging.
“P-please, fuck me. Need you so bad,” You mutter, your nails scratching at his back.
“Look at ya’, begging for some stranger to fuck you,” He groans, slipping his hand between your bodies. You hear the unzipping of his zipper, leaving your heart to pound in your chest.
You look down, watching as he pumps himself, holding the base of his cock. You can’t see as much as you’d like, thanks to the dim lighting in your room, but you can tell it’s big. Your legs instinctively spread, your back arching for him.
You’re aching for him, aching for a man you don’t even know. The stranger mouths at your neck, running his tongue over your veins, sucking and biting, claimingyou.
The man pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging its way through your soaked folds. Your body tenses up, ready for him, desperate. You moan and pant, your body opening up for him.
The stranger thrusts his hips into yours, his cock finally entering you. “Shit, love… So f’cking tight f’me,” He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him. You whine as he works his way into you, going easy on you, knowing you’ve never had anything so fucking big.
His accent has thickened since the night started, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the way he’s fucking you into oblivion. You wrap your legs around his waist, claiming his as yours, pulling him deeper into you.
He rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back into you, his fingers gripping your body, whispering in your ear. “Don’t you feel like a whore? Giving your body up to random men in the club? I thought you were a good girl, huh?”
You nod, tears flooding out of your eyes from the intense pressure. “Yes, I-I am!” You shout, squealing as he quickly pulls out of you.
“On your fucking knees,” He mutters, on his knees behind you. You struggle to get up, too fucked out to think straight, so he helps you, using your hips to manipulate your body. Your stomach comes flush with the bed, your back arching.
He lands a hard smack to your ass, humming as he watches it jiggle. “Tell me you love it, tell me you love letting a stranger ruin you,” He orders, his fingers running over the swell of your ass. You suddenly feel a burning sensation, but it only heightens your pleasure.
Your mouth parts as he enters you again, his hand sliding around to the front of your body. He finds your clit, using two of his fingers to rub the nub, sending you over the edge.
You cum around his cock, clenching and spasming, all while the man fucks you, harder, deeper. He draws back, moving his hand to the back of your neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.
He holds your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to claim you. He fucks into you mercilessly, panting and moaning behind you. “I love it, I love it,” You sob, your emotions spilling out of you.
The stranger isn’t too far behind you, burying himself deep inside of you, his body stilling as he moans, emptying himself deep within your cunt. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his cock still buried deep within you.
You attempt to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears, but your body slips under, too exhausted to catch up.
—–
You hear the sounds of birds chirping, scrunching your face as you pull the pillow over your face. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s too early to be up.
Especially after last night.
You whimper as you feel your cunt aching, sore from the abuse it suffered last night. Your whole body is sore, but your ass is particularly sore. It… Stings.
You pull the pillow away from your face, flopping your head to the side. You halfway expected the man to still be asleep, curled up next to you. But you knew better.
The bed is empty, no indent to be found. You know he probably left shortly after you fell asleep, but you tell yourself he slept over, sneaking out in the morning.
You never did catch his name.
You know you’ll never see him again, but you’d at least like to have a name to match his face. You roll over, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. Your ass stings again, earning a groan out of you.
You slowly walk over to the mirror, your whole body aching. You’ve never felt this strange feeling before. It’s almost as if… You’d been branded.
You lift your shirt up, turning around to inspect your ass. Your fingers lightly run over the mark on your ass, your eyes widening as you see the letters.
