[WARNING: explicit, noncon, somnophilia, magic-induced sex, come inflation, sibling incest, implied dark thor, basically I’m a kink monster and this is very porny in some badwrong ways]
They’d been out hunting a warlock. He wasn’t that strong; judging by the ritual he was trying to set up, he was a middling menace. Getting rid of him should’ve gone easy.
It hadn’t.
One misstep sent Loki hurtling to the ground, legs caught by a magic trap. The warlock hauled Loki up by the neck and bound him with another quick spell, grinning savagely. He brought a knife to Loki’s throat in a clear threat to Thor, who stood frozen at the other side of the forest clearing.
“Such silly little children,” the warlock crooned. “You don’t even know the power you’re dealing with.”
“We do, actually,” Loki said, the skin of his throat bobbing dangerously against the sharp edge of the knife. Thor’s fingers twitched; he looked murderous. He couldn’t make a single move out of fear that something would happen to Loki, but here his twin brother was, mouthing off. “The fact that you need to use a dark ritual to gain more power shows that you’re feeling a little inadequate at the moment.”
As expected, the warlock’s saggy face twisted with rage. Loki smirked inside. He was ready – as soon as the warlock struck out, Loki could seize the opportunity and–
But then the warlock’s expression smoothed out.
“You really think you can rile me up that easily?” He clicked his tongue. “Oh, no, no. If you really want to get someone mad, you have to go for the weaknesses. In fact, let me show you.”
And then the warlock brought a hand to Loki’s head.
A flash of pain made Loki cry out. He felt the man reach in and yank something out – something that made Loki’s chest flutter with panic. “No,” he said, but the warlock was already grinning.
“Loki!” Thor shouted. The sound of the warlock’s laughter drowned it out.
“Oh my, my! How interesting.” The warlock looked toward Thor, an expression of pure delight on his face. “Did you know,” he said, hushed in a mock whisper, “that your twin brother, the very brother who came out of the womb with you–”
“Stop it. Shut your damn–” Loki tried to struggle against the spell that bound him, but he was helpless to stop the warlock from finishing his sentence.
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Venom (Movie 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote Characters: Venom Symbiote, Eddie Brock Additional Tags: Porn with Feelings, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Restraints, Suicidal Thoughts, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex, Rimming, Touch-Starved, Telepathy, Telepathic Bond, Self-Hatred, Praise Kink, Mind Control, Partial Mind Control, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, I mean there are feelings, but – Freeform, a lot of this is porn, sorry – Freeform, Sounding, Riding, Subspace, kind of, Gentle Sex Summary:
Eddie tries to convince himself that it is something they don’t want or need. He fails.
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