A/N
Hello everyone. First off, to everyone who will have the misfortune of reading this, I apologize. I know y/n is done to death, and is cringe. Trust me, I've been there, I've read the shitty fics on Wattpad. I understand that 98% of you are probably going to never read anything by me ever again, so let me say this. This is an anomaly. And also a dare by my best friend. I have never done Y/N work in my life, and I don't intend to ever again except as maybe satire.
To explain what's going on: this is going to be a thread of one shots of Y/N with whomever I or my best friend decides Y/N is shacking up with today.
Oh, did you notice all the cussing? Well buckle the fuck up sweetheart. This thread is 100% adult. We're talking smut, "adult" themes such as murder, drinking, and maybe drugs if I get bored. And all of the cussing because lets be honest, we've seen Y/N screw a weredragon, but has she ever cussed out God themselves? Probably not, so I'm going to be the fucking first to give Y/N the potty mouth he/she deserves.
TLDR: This is an adult production fam, if you're too young to understand, please run. Please. I don't want to be responsible for the corruption of youth. Then again you're reading Y/N fanfiction, so how much more could you get corrupt.
Hmm? What's that? That one random person who gives a shit is asking A. where have I been and B. WHERE IS THE CONTENT YOU PROMISED US LIKE TWO MONTHS AGO
First of all, awwwwww, you're thinking about me ? ﾟﾘﾍ
Second of all, listen. I am a being in my young twenties. I have irl struggles that you're probably here to escape from. Searching for work, actual work, household chores, the inevitable march of time bringing with it the question of does anything I ever do matter to the unfeeling universe?
I have my own problems, and also, writers block. And also a new puppy named Loki. If I promise you something and you don't get it, trust me, it's gonna come. Just don't listen to me if I promise a time frame cause like, AHHAHAHAHHAHAHA YOU BELIEVE THAT SHIT? XD
So to answer your question for all the updates that didn't happen, nyeh. Idk when it's coming. And yes I know I'm the writer, shove off ;;.
Have I answered everyone's questions?
Person in the back, yes. What is this one shot?
So glad you asked.
You know everyone's favorite villain from Marvel? Dark hair, little bit crazy, wears suits, has an English accent….
NO IT'S NOT LOKI, GAWD. LISTEN I KNOW I HAVE A TYPE, BUT NOT THIS TIME.
It's David Tennant's Kilgrave from 2015 Jessica Jones. Know it? If you do, yay. If you don't, remember how you buckled the fuck up buttercup?
Lock the seatbelt in place sugar. Cause he is a fucking trip and a half.
And for those that know and are probably about to come at me, listen. I don't agree with the actions of the character. It's toxic, and yeesh. Is he an interesting character and also please step on me drop dead GORGEOUS? Yes. doesn't make him a good person. Just makes him fascinating with very little content about him because 1, he's niche, 2, he's bad.
So congrats, here's a Kilgrave smut fic. Now stfu me and get on with the story. Okay baiiiiii
TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of rape, self harm, suicide, assault, sexual assault, kinky times UwU, foul language, murder, blood, medical things, gore
SIDE A/N: If you've been through anything in this story that makes it difficult to read, please stop IMMEDIATELY and go do something that makes you happy, and if your significant other is doing things to you that match anything in this story, leave them. And if it's not safe, get the help of family, friends, police if you have to.
Kilgrave x Y/N
Y/N brushed her thick, glossy, raven wing's black and blue hair from out of her eyes as the morning's sun crept into her room. It was a pain having to wake up so early each morning, but as the top healer under the Queen, and the only daughter of the second Prince, whose name most feared to say at this point, it was a must to keep up appearances.
And also to show up at work on time, but of course who was counting that.
Y/N sat up, yawning as she stretched and ruffled her hair, then got up and considered her options.
Oh wait. She didn't have options. She had several variations of her normal dress and shoes. Accessories weren't exactly allowed in the healing center, as it could interfere with the equipment, or get caught on things.
Also, it was just plain trashy. Who would want to come into the center for any reason, only to find the technician, or worse, the healer themselves were all bedazzled with jewelry with makeup done to the nines.
No one would.
Y/N grabbed one of the tight fitting gowns, with a silvery sheen, from her closet, and slipped it on, the soft fabric hugging her generous figure. If not for the flexibility of the gown, she'd find it hard to move with how tight it was.
She slipped on some flats, tied her hair up, and set off.
The palace of Asgard was ornate, and extremely golden. Having grown up here, Y/N was used to it. Her skin even reflected the golden walls, with it's own healthy golden sheen. With her sparkling emerald eyes, one could mistake her for a statue.
She pushed open the door to the healing center. Once again, she was the only one here, besides grandmother, who was bustling around organizing various herbs in the stockroom it sounded like.
Y/N sat down at the desk and started pouring over the files. Time flew as she signed forms, and filled in charts. Everything was silent, and then suddenly, she was setting down the final form.
"Good work Y/N. As always, you get your work done in record time."
Y/N smiled, "Thank you grand- your majesty."
Frigga smiled at her, picking up a basket, "I'm off to the market to pick up some items we're low on. I trust you'll be able to handle taking care of things on your own."
"Of course I ca-"
The Queen held up her hand, "No, that was not a question of do you believe you can. That is a statement. You will do it. Now, I'm off."
She left the room, leaving Y/N in stunned silence.
This was bad.
This was REALLY FUCKING BAD.
Of course, yes it was good the queen trusted her, but if she messed up today, then she was as good as dead. She would lose her job, which was her only security in the palace. If she wasn't of use, the King would start keeping watch on her, waiting for her to slip up and earn a cell across from her father.
Y/N sat at the desk fretting for who knew how long when chaotic noises suddenly erupted from the hall, making her jump.
A group of guards, covered in blood and gashes, carrying a men, suddenly burst into the room, followed closely behind by…..
Shit.
Prince Thor.
Who for some reason was sporting a black eye and a gash across his cheek.
"Your highness, what's-"
"Where's the Queen?"
"At the market, getting supplies, what-"
Thor waved his hand vaguely at the limp form of the man the guards set down on the table in the lobby. The machine whirred, starting the process of stabilizing him.
"That thing came out of a rift, and caused us several problems. Get the men patched up, then deal with him, preferably so he can stand trial."
Y/N gulped, and rushed off, too afraid to keep pushing to try and figure out what was going on, grabbing needles, thread, and sutures from the storage room, rushing back.
The guards injuries were almost purely superficial. She didn't even need the needle she had brought. Y/N had them patched up in minutes.
Thor didn't look at her as the guards tarted filing out.
"He has a power reducer cuff on his arm. Do not take it off him. Trust me. Patch him up, we'll be back at sundown."
Y/N looked out the window. The sun hadn't reached it's zenith yet. She had time to a\patch him up then clean up.
"What's going to happen to him."
Thor huffed, "Well, if he doesn't die here, he'll go on trial for attacking the guards, and me, and either be put to death, or thrown in a cell to rot. Or be eaten, depending on the cell."
Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Thor stalked out of the room. They wanted her to heal someone so that they could just kill him later?
Not to mention leaving her alone with a criminal, and one who could hurt Thor at that! Yes he may have had a reduction cuff, and yes he was bleeding out as she wheeled him to a surgery bay, but she had no idea what to expect!
She turned on the scanner and watched as the golden screen showed her every little problem. He had a lot of internal damage, and a huge gash from his knee up his side. And strangest of all, his neck was showing signs that someone had tried to snap it, but hadn't gone all the way.
Y/N sighed, grabbing some sachets of blood replacement. Time to get to work.
She adjusted him on the table. His hair was short, and mussed up, and despite being coated in blood, she could tell it was a dark brown, same with the stubble on his chin.
Y/N wrinkled her nose as she slipped on the gloves, then started poking inside of the gash, feeling around to fit things back into their places, working from the inside to the out. Starting from the knee, she started pushing the skin closer together so it would be easier to sew, holding the needle over a flame.
Once it was almost glowing, she poked it into his skin, then through, out, into the other side, through, out, over, in, through, out, over, in, through, out, over. It became a hypnotic pattern, gently threading his pale, bloodied skin shut.
Eventually it was done, and Y/N stood up, lifting his head gently, keeping an eye on the scan so she didn't knock anything out of place and accidentally kill him, gently clasping a brace around his neck so that it would heal correctly.
Now was the slow process of cleaning him up, putting butterfly bandages on all the little superficial cuts, some paste on the bruises, and then she could leave him to sit and heal for a few hours and check back up on him.
But first, she had to get him fully out of the blood soaked and mangled clothes on his frame. She grabbed a pair of scissors, snipping here and there, then pulled it loose, holding it up.
Despite the blood, it seemed like high quality material, if not from this land. She fingered a dry patch. It was soft. Where was this man from? She looked down at his unconscious and pale face, twisted into a frown.
Who was he? Where did he come from? What sort of life had he led that brought him to her center? What adventures and wonders had those hidden eyes seen?
Her eyes slowly sank down his face and over his body. He was thin, and tall. Too thin for his height it looked like. And so many scars….
Was he some sort of warrior? Or… she looked at his arms. Those marks. She knew those marks. She had seen them on her father that one night. And she saw them on herself most every day before she covered them.
Y/N leaned in and brushed the hair from his face gently.
Poor thing. Just what had he been through?
She picked up a soft, cool, and wet towel, and started to wipe the blood from his body gently. A few minutes passed, and she was covering him with a blanket, and leaving the room.
Y/N sat back down at the front desk, fiddling with her hair, and biting her lip. So much was happening so suddenly. Something big was going down.
Could the King have planned this? To test her and her loyalty to Asgard, see if she was like her father.
Well, of course she wasn't like her psychopath of a father. He was brash, craven, unhinged, bordering on the insane, and he used her in that way….
She trusted him, and he did that to her. Father or not, he got what he deserved that day, and again in Midgard, and yet again after the trial.
The trial she never went to.
She couldn't see him just standing there, looking so perfectly calm and smug after everything he did, everything he said.
Because she knew the moment she went to see him he would try to worm his way into her head and use her all over again. Maybe to do something much worse.
Y/N jumped as a little timer went off on the table, startling her from her reveries. She sighed, stood up, adjusting her dress and walked back into the room, checking on the scan. He was fully healed, and due to wake up soon.
She bit her lip. Should she restrain him to the bed? He was wearing a reduction cuff already, so it should be fine. She wasn't exactly delicate, but she was a healer, and had no experience in fighting. If he decided to, he could maybe over power her.
She squeaked as he groaned and shifted in the bed, his face wincing as he could barely move his neck. Y/N leaned in close, undoing the latches and pulling the brace off and setting it aside.
His eyelids fluttered with another groan, then slowly opened. His eyes were a dark brown, but hazy.
"Hi. Are you okay?"
He just blinked deliriously at her, the fog in his eyes not seeming to clear.
Y/N picked up a little light, and held it up, "Can you follow the light with your eyes for me?"
She flicked it on and waved it in front of his eyes. He slowly followed, the fog slowly clearing.
"There we go, thank you."
He tried to sit up, but she took hold of his shoulders and adjusted him back into the bed. Before she could lean back, a hand was suddenly at the crook of her neck, resting there.
Her face burned, eyes going wide as she looked down at him. His thumb gently caressed her soft skin. She gritted her teeth to hold back a squeak.
Holy fuck she was suddenly sensitive. Was it just for this man, or was it because she had neer been touched that way, ever?
Being the daughter of Loki did her no favors. No one wanted to be near her in any sense, much less get close enough to be a friend, much less a lover they held close with affection.
She cleared her throat, blinking rapidly and shaking her head, knocking a lock loose from her ponytail.
"Right, uhm, can you tell me your name?"
His hand kept stroking her neck, and he made some sort of humming noise mixed with a gurgle.
Y/N gently removed his hand from her neck, "I'll be right back."
She walked over to the cabinets on the other side of the room, and she could feel the back of her burning with the weight of his eyes as she grabbed a bottle from a shelf and walked back, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Can you try sitting up a slight bit? Just pick up your head."
He moved slightly up, and she supported him with an arm around his back, holding the bottle to his lips so he could drink. His eyes drifted closed as he did, then he pulled away, keeping his eyes closed.
"There we go. That should feel better, right?", she stood up and set the bottle back down on a counter, then came right back. "Can you tell me your name now?"
He took a breath, sitting up fully, keeping his eyes closed, "Zebediah. Zebediah Kilgrave. What was in that drink?"
His voice was smooth, like the melted chocolate her mother had made for her once, but it had this grit to it. It was like her father's, but stronger and different. His voice didn't make her want to run from the shivers that went down her spine, like with her father's.
"Well, water, honey, some vera, and a few herbs. It was to help your throat, and to wake you up some."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Y/N, I'm a healer here."
His eyes opened, focusing on hers, piercing and grave, the fog completely cleared.
"Healer, like a doctor?"
His voice was full of distrust as he scooted away slightly, the blanket falling down into his lap, making him look down. Some of the color returned to his pale face in a flash.
"Where are my clothes?!"
"I had to remove them so I could clean you up. And I'm not sure what a doctor is."
He clutched his stomach, breathing heavily, closing his eyes again, "Where am I, and what did you do to me?"
"You're in Asgard's healing center. I just patched you up when the guards brought you to me."
He looked back up at her with a raised eyebrow and obvious disbelief.
"Asgard. You can't be serious."
Y/N smiled awkwardly, "Sadly, I am. Lived here my whole life. Do you…. Not remember arriving here?"
Kilgrave looked down at the ground, narrowing his eyes, "I…. not entirely. It's… a blur."
"Th-" she cleared her throat, "They told me you appeared through a rift, and then attacked them. That's all I really know."
She watched his face as his eyes scanned the room.
"You're not from here. So… where are you from?"
"London."
"I've never heard of that planet, what's it like?"
He snorted, "It's not a planet, it's a city."
"Oh, I see. Then what planet do you hail from?"
Kilgrave eyed her oddly, then spoke, "Earth."
Y/N rolled the name around in her head, "Earth, Earth… Earth…" her eyes lit up, "Do you mean Midgard?"
He rolled his eyes, "I see you're still sticking to that story. Fine, yes, I'm from Midgard."
She started beaming, leaning forward in the chair she had sat in.
"What's it like? I've heard stories, but I'm barely allowed to move around the palace, much less go to other realms. Especially that one."
She pushed hair behind her ear. It was time to shut up. He may not know who she was at the moment, but if she didn't shut her mouth, he'd figure it out. This was the longest conversation she had held with someone since she last saw her father…
Kilgrave leaned against the headboard, smirking at her.
"Aren't you adorable. Get me clothes and show me how to get out of this hellhole."
Y/N shook her head slightly, getting out of her own head.
"Sorry, I can't do that. I have orders to keep you here until sundown."
She looked over at the window. The sun was maybe an hour from zenith. Time was passing so slowly it seemed.
Kilgrave looked at her, seemingly stunned.
"How did you…"
She sighed and stood up, checking the scan again and biting her lip. He had no signs of a magical core. Every being that could do anything, any sort of power, had a core. Even that one human sorcerer that had visited once had a core.
He also had a massive fucking attitude. Then again he pranked her father and Thor, so maybe he wasn't all bad.
Y/N sighed and turned back to Kilgrave.
"I probably shouldn't do this, but… I don't think you're dangerous."
She leaned in, wrapping a hand around his forearm, tapping at the cuff on his arm. He looked down at it in shock, then back up at her as it clicked off and she set it aside.
"There, I-"
She had started to lean back up, but suddenly his arm was at her throat, holding her in a chokehold. But, almost gently. He wasn't trying to hurt her yet.
Yet.
"Now. let's try this again. Find me some clothes, and show me how to get the fuck out of here."
Y/N's hand went to wrap around his wrist, eyes wide in shock.
"I- I can't, they'd kill-"
Her throat closed up. They wouldn't kill her in his stead, would they? Much as they hated Loki, she was innocent! Except for that incident, but he had controlled her, forced her to do it! But… with how they all treated her, even Frigga, who used to hug her every time they met, and baked cookies with her every Tyr's Day.
A tear started leaking down her face. They were her family! Her… family. Right? Despite everything, despite the truth about her father, and everything her father had done, they were still family. They had raised her for fucks sake! Thor would rock her to sleep singing when she was little and Loki was away.
"I-"
Kilgrave's other hand was suddenly wiping at the tears that came from her eyes. She looked up at his face, having fazed out, staring at his shoulder. He looked calm for a moment, then a wave of disgust and confusion washed over his chiseled face and he pulled his hand away from her face.
"Amazing…"
Dark curiosity filled his eyes and he let go of her throat.
"Jump out of that window."
Y/N choked slightly, "Excuse me, what the actual fuck?!"
His eyes went wider, sitting up more.
"You're immune…. How?..."
She stood up, taking a step back, fear and a pinch of anger filling her.
"What are you even talking about?"
He suddenly stood up, extremely fast, the blanket falling away from him, "Wait! Please. I'm sorry- please don't go."
He held his hands out as if to placate her, his face suddenly pleading.
"I-"
She kept backing up, feeling the counter against her back.
"Jessica, please-"
He suddenly stopped trying to come closer, and took a single step back.
"Jessica? Who is Jessica?"
He turned away from her, letting her get a good view of all the scars on his back. They looked like whip marks. Her eyes travelled down along his back down to- and now she was staring at his arse.
Well, it was in fact a lovely arse. It looked fit, and hard. Y/N's body clenched for some reason as she bit her lip. He was unhealthily thin, but still gorgeous in a way that sent tingles down her spine and settling by her legs, specifically inside or more like between them.
She had never felt this way in her life. It was… odd. But not unpleasant.
Holy fuck what was wrong with her?! He was a criminal, and her patient! Not to mention he told her to jump out of the window, the fucking weirdo. Plus, Un- Thor was coming at sundown to take him to trial to be executed or worse.
She shouldn't be staring at his arse… for whatever reason she was staring at it. But of course an arse like that deserves to be seen.
"She… she was… she was my…" he took a shaky breath in.
Y/N startled out of her thoughts about his arse to realize, oh right, this is a being standing in front of her in pain, both emotional and perhaps physical.
"Was she your… friend?"
Kilgrave snorted, his shoulders sagging, "No. she wasn't. I wasn't anything to her except someone who hurt her apparently. I loved her, and all she saw was that I was torturing her. That I was raping her every time i touched her. I… I never held anything but love for her in my heart, never tried to hurt her, always tried to protect her, and she…"
Y/N just stood there helplessly, reaching a hand out to him unconsciously.
"She… she tried to kill me."
Y/N put a hand to her mouth. Who could do something like that? If they were unhappy in a relationship, they had to say something! Not just run away, sy they never agreed with any of it, and then try to murder their former partner.
Kilgrave's fists clenched as he looked over his shoulder at her.
She took in a breath, "I'm sorry for what she did to you."
He turned to face her again, starting to walk towards her again.
"Why do you care?"
Y/N clutched the counter behind her as he approached.
"What do you mean?"
His voice was soft as he leaned in, all but pinning her to the counter, her heart pounding so fucking hard she was surprised she wasn't falling over dead.
"I mean why are you acting like you care about me? You don't know me. We've never met. And we probably never will again."
Y/N's throat closed up slightly at the thought. Of course she was never going to see him again. He'd be either dead or in prison, and she wasn't exactly going to run down there for a Tyr's Day spot of tea.
"I don't know. I just do."
Holy fuck he was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her lips. She'd always been sensitive to heat, so she could feel the warmth emanating off of him, wrapping around her, sinking into her skin, curling it's way around her spine and settling between her legs, making her increasingly aware of her heart beat and how she could feel it all over, but specifically centered in three areas.
It was branching out into two spots on her chest, inside her breasts, but the other spot… it was inside her, and with each heartbeat it felt like it was tensing up. Y/N had no idea what was happening to her, or why she was reacting this way to him.
He whispered again, "Why do you, a stranger, care more than she ever did?"
Y/N took a breath and wrapped her arms around him suddenly, pulling him close in a hug. His skin was almost feverish, and it clung to her like it was desperate for touch. Kilgrave shuddered, then sunk into the hug, resting his face in the crook of her neck.
She pet his hair as his breathing became stable, her mind swirling. She had no idea what was happening, but she did know there was NO fucking WAY she was going to allow Thor to take this man away to be killed.
Even if it meant she never saw him again, she wanted him to be safe. And Asgard was not a safe place for him. But for now, she would hold him in her arms, and stroke the scars on his back, playing with his incredibly soft hair.
She had felt the hair of guards in Asgard when she healed them, but it was always coarse, or scratchy. This was soft, she wanted to sink her fingers into it, holding his head into her neck where his breath could keep inflaming her nerves.
Maybe it was time to let him go, before she got distracted and did something that would draw others to them and ruin his chances of escape. She relaxed her body, letting her fingertips trace down his back once more, planning to let him go.
However, he apparently had other plans. Kilgrave nuzzled more into her neck, pressing his lips against a certain point gently, like it could be interpreted as an accident.
Y/N's breath faltered slightly, catching in her throat. His lips pulled away, then pressed back down in another spot with slightly more force, then again, and again, and again, each time with increasing force. His lips felt to be parting, as each one felt warmer, and perhaps more moist.
With each kiss, her breath escaped her in a slight gasp, an almost whine tinging the sound, her body relaxing more than she wanted it to, resting her hip on the counter, her body somehow on it's fucking OWN moved so it was more open to him.
Her breath left her body in a loud gasp as he suddenly licked her neck from her ear down to where her neck and shoulder became one. Then, he leaned back, and looked at her extremely flushed face with dark dark stunningly gorgeous eyes and swollen lips.
"Tell me no."
Y/N's mind struggled to understand just what he wanted.
"W-what?"
"Tell me no. Tell me you don't want this, me. I'll… I'll stop. If you ask it of me."
Her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest as her wide emerald eyes met his deep dark dilated ones. He… wanted her to tell him to back off? She didn't even fully understand what he was doing, but she didn't exactly want it to stop. Did she?
There were a thousand reasons she should listen to him. But each heartbeat was giving her a reason to grab his head and bring it back to her neck to keep doing whatever he was doing that made her blood feel like fire inside of her veins.
"And… if I don't say no?"
Kilgrae's eyes grew even darker as he grit his teeth, letting out a low growl like some sort of animal. She should have been afraid, but the sound only made her heart skip a beat, the air escaping her lungs. He suddenly grabbed her by the throat gently again, bringing her closer to him, then his lips were on hers and-
Y/N had never kissed anyone. Unless you counted mother, uncle, or any family. But this wasn't like kissing family. It was hot, heavy, took the air from her lungs and held it hostage. His face tilted, and the tip of his nose was pressing into her skin gently, and she felt his face against her cheek, and the tip of her own nose.
Then, his lips were moving, parting, and something was poking gently at her lips. His… tongue?! Her lips fell open a bit in shock, eyes going open for a moment to see his face, but immediately getting dizzy and shutting them again. His face was too close to look at. Which was a shame. He had a very lovely face.
Then, his tongue pushed past her now open lips and was inside her mouth, twisting around her tongue. it … wasn't horrible. It was actually nice. It was warm, wet of course, and odd. He still tasted of the honey and herbs of the potion she had given him.
Then- oh oh oh. His hands were tracing down her sides oh so gently, variating between full hand and fingertips, somehow knowing the exact path her veins took through her body, since every touch was like fire branding her skin.
A noise that might have been a groan tried to escape her mouth, but it only went into his. He pulled away a few inches, his breath hot against her mouth. His hands kept tracing her sides as he leaned his forehead against hers.
"You're so sensitive to my touch Y/N… tell me, have you ever had another lover?"
She shook her head.
"What? A gorgeous, sweet, lucious and delectable goddess of a woman like you? This entire city should be at your feet begging for a shred of your attention, for a passing glance, grateful that you even blessed them with your presence."
His voice was crooning, and deep. Fuck. A shudder wracked Y/N's body, that groan like noise escaping her again.
Kilgrave smirked at her face and leaned in to her neck, kissing it again, wrapping his hands around her waist, hooking them under her arse, and lifting her suddenly onto the counter. The breath left her lungs as he set her down, then it was a squeak as he was suddenly biting her neck.
He kept up the pattern of kissing, biting, then sucking at her neck as those noises, like high pitched groans kept falling from her lips again and again, filling the room as he gradually positioned himself between her hanging legs.
Eventually, he pulled away and looked at her.
"I'm your first, aren't I?"
Y/N nodded, heartbeat filling her ears, "No one wanted to be near me. I've never had a lover, much less a friend."
It was his turn to be at a loss of breath, as he picked up her hand and gently kissed it, looking up into her eyes.
"And would you really let me take your innocence and twist it into never ending passion and pleasure?"
Her breath caught again, and then she nodded, biting her lip, looking at him. He smiled softly, eyes softening. He looked so sweet, and kind. How could anyone look at this man and wish him any ill, much less try to kill him?
He leaned in and kissed her, one hand on each thigh, pushing them apart slightly. Then he was pulling away again, letting her breath, and moving slowly down, pushing her dress up and- oh. Oh fuck. Oh Gaia above help her.
His hands were stroking up the inside of her thighs, and that heartbeat of hers kicked into overdrive, making her throw her head back with another loud groan noise as those fingertips traced ever closer to-
Y/N gasped loudly as those fingertips traced the outside of her pussy, wrapped in the silk underwear she always wore. Then he started massaging her over the silk, sending another tremor through her body, another groan erupting from her, echoing around the room.
"Good girl. Don't hold back every little sound you make for me. Moan my name."
"Kil-"
"No. Moan my name."
Her breath shuddered as he accentuated the word with a little thrust of his fingers against a sensitive part of her.
"Oh fuck, Zeb-"
He hummed slightly, going back to a massage, curling over that one sensitive spot, making her arch up into his hand.
"Good girl. Very good girl."
He kept massaging her just like that as moans, squeals, and his name kept pouring out of her lips as her hips rocked into him in tandem with his motions. Then he was pulling away the silk, which was sticking to her and his fingers were suddenly massaging inside her lips and against the sensitive flesh, over it again and again, spreading some sort of moisture over her. Her head slammed back into a cupboard with a bang as an unhinged shriek erupted from her body.
She heard him chuckle darkly from between her knees.
"Such a good girl Y/N. keep making those sounds."
She tried gasping for breath, then an unhinged moan fell out of her as he leaned in and his- oh FUCK, his lips, his tongue, they were poking inside her pussy lips, stroking over that one senstive area, tracing up from the top of her vagina, then up, over, swirling that little bud, and fuck fuck FUCK.
Her breath was trembling as hard as her body, tears leaking from her eyes as she cried his name again and again into the empty room as he kept licking at her, then FUCK his fingers were pushing at her entrance, just one, teasing and circling, gently tapping
Then he was inside of her, pushing deep inside slowly, making her shriek as he suddenly sucked that tender little bud into his mouth fully, swirling his intelligent tongue around it, curling his finger into one part of her pussy that made her jolt.
Then another finger was inside of her, pumping and curling in and out and in and out and in and out as he kept sucking and licking at her and pumping and oh fuck. He kept going and going, and her hips, which had stilled in their motions at his sudden attentions to her, started up a twitching as her body started tensing, from the arches of her feet to her shoulders, her head spinning as she kept nodding in time to each pump, whimpering and moaning his name.
The whimpers and moans soon turned to breathless gasps as her twitching hips grew ever so stronger, body growing so tense she felt like glass that might shatter at any moment. It was like she was at the brink of something new, something beautiful and wonderful, and if he just kept doing just that, she would find out and oh gaia YES, please don't stop ever.
Then, suddenly, his fingers left her as he pulled away from her pussy, breathing heavily.
"Holy fuck Y/N… you taste and feel so good, I had to force myself to stop so I could feel you come apart over my cock."
Her eyes were half open as he stood up, pulling her close, kissing her again. There was no honied flavor, just a heady taste that filled her mouth and lungs and sent her mind into a tailspin as her body shuddered in the throes of what he left her in.
Then, he was pulling her off the counter, gripping her dress at the hips, tugging up. She realized what he was going for after a few seconds and helped him rip the dress of her body and throw it aside, leaving her just as bare as him, save for her stocking and shoes.
His dark eyes looked over her body, tracing it with his fingers.
"You are so beautiful."
He leaned in, kissing her again, and when he pulled away, he spun her around, bending her over the counter, pushing her legs apart again. The feeling of his hand on her made her moan, but then she squeaked as something thick, hard and big poked at her pussy.
Oh.
Oh fuck. He was about to-
There was no preamble to it. He just started sinking into her slowly, letting loose a moan of his own as the head of his cock slowly sunk deeper and deeper into her. She gasped when he first entered, then held the breath as he kept going in and in, wincing as his impressive incredible length went into her.
It hurt, but it felt so fucking GOOD. Y/N let out another moan once he stopped sinking into her, feeling his thighs touching hers, buried to the hilt in her.
Her hips twitched every few seconds, adjusting to his size. It wasn't fully adjusted, but not uncomfortable when he started to move, pulling out then pushing back in so slowly and aggravatingly.
Y/N gasped each time his cock pushed into her, gripping on to the counter as best she could, like her life depended on her holding on. She couldn't tell, but it felt like each time he pulled out and pushed back in, he was slightly faster.
She had never known something like this could feel so good. But of course, she had never known something like this even existed. But now that she knew, she never wanted to give this feeling up.
She yelped as suddenly he thrust into her, hitting a certain point, resting for too little then pulling out, and sinking back in, but not enough.
His voice was like a purr, "Do you like that Y/N?"
She moaned, nodding, "Gaia, yes, please Zeb, please, again-"
Her words were cut off with another needy and pleased moan as he thrust back into her.
"Like that princess?"
Her head fell forward to rest on the cold tile of the counter, "fuck, YES, please, more, Zeeeeeeb-"
Her words got cut of again with more cries as he started fucking her hard and fast, thrusting deep and strong, hitting every right spot, then pulling out to do it again. It was hot and hard and fast and fuck fuck fuck FUCK!
Her breathing grew fast and uneven, hitched with moans and whimpers, body growing tense every time he thrust into her. She was reaching that brilliant little brink again, if only he could please…
But he did. He pulled out, whirled her around, grabbing her and kissing her with such passion that her eyes fluttered closed, clinging to him desperately as her legs gave out, shaking with the strength of every little thing he was making her feel.
She felt him carry her somewhere, then something soft was against her stinging arse. The bed. He'd carried her to the bed. Kilgrave crawled on top of her, kissing, then he was in her again, fucking her, but even though he was as fast as he was, it felt more tender, more special.
He picked her hips up with one hand, holding her in mid air, still thrusting deep inside her to the hilt, kissing her lips, cheek, then her neck. Y/N's breath came in stutters, eyes half open, watching him as he did things to her body that filled her with fire and emotions she couldn't quite place at the moment.
Her breath started to hitch into gasps as her body tensed again, coming to the brink of shattering. He wouldn't again, would he?
He leaned in, nuzzling her neck beneath her ear, "Come for me Y/N, fall apart, I'll care for you now until the end of my time."
Her breath caught, and seemed to stop with time as she hung, vibrating, right at that brink, about to shatter, but not quite, and then it happened.
She fell off that precipice, arching up into him with a scream so loud her ears broke, throwing her head back and forth with the strength of the waves and spasms that racked her body with pure pleasure. Kilgrave kept pumping in he through it, and right as she started to come down, he was twitching, leaned down into her shoulder, and gave his own little scream buried inside herein more ways than one, then his body stilled, holding her close to him, and him close to her.
It was a tangle of limbs and a pleased fog, heat and moisture, and… that little emotion again. She couldn't quite place it just yet, but she could try… later. She just wanted to feel him forever as he caressed her, massaging her sides gently, nuzzling her neck and whispering something to her that made her heart feel so warm.
Then he pulled out, the feeling slick, sending a final tremor through her body with a soft sigh as he stood up, walking away, then he was back, massaging her with one of those soft towels, cleaning all the dew and sweat from her skin.
Y/N smiled sleepily up at him as he lifted her head, nuzzling her nose with his. When he was done, he threw the towel over a chair, and crawled back into the bed, cuddling her close.
They lay there for who knew how long before he started talking.
"Y/N, come to London with me."
"What?"
"Please. They don't appreciate you here, and you're terrified. I may not be able to give you a palace just yet, but I can give you a life. You said you wanted to leave here, to see the world. Come with me, and I'll not only show you the world, but I'll have it eating out of your hand. Just… please. Come with me. Be mine."
He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing it gently again, eyes begging her with his voice.
Just… leave? Like that? With him? It wasn't that she didn't want to, at the moment she'd like nothing better, but everything she knew was here.
Or was it? Her mother was dead. Her loving father had used her in his schemes to overthrow Odin. Odin had never trusted her, and now Thor and Frigga were all but cold to her.
And that was to say nothing of the people who always distrusted, hated, or feared her because of Loki.
If she left, people wouldn't know her. She could be free. She could just be Y/N. With Zebediah. Free to just be.
What was she really leaving behind? A life of repetition, pain, distrust, and fear.
That was no life.
"I will.", She sat up, "But we need to go, now. They're coming for you at sundown, to put you on trial for attacking the guards, who attacked you first."
Zebediah frowned, sitting up, "What do you mean trial?"
"If they catch you, it's a draw between execution and the dungeons, which may be worse."
Y/N slid out of bed, grabbing her dress, and opening a cupboard, throwing a tunic and shoes at him.
"I know how to get us out, but we would need to leave now."
The pair quickly dressed, grabbed cloaks, and rushed out into the palace, and out into the city, blending in with the crowds, who gave them no second glance.
She prayed as they ran towards the edge of the city. He would already know they were he was the only one who had remained the same. He may not have been overly loving, but he was still kind and respectful to her.
Surely he would help.
They ran into the huge circular building, and she called out.
"Heimdall? Are you here? Please, it's me, Y/N!"
The bridge keeper stepped out from behind a pillar.
"I know. I saw. And I know what you want."
Tears streaked down her face, "Then please…"
He undrew his sword, Zebediah pulling her to stand behind him.
"Calm yourself. This isn't for her. Or you."
He walked to the central dias and fitted the sword into the slot, opening the Bifrost. Zebediah stared at it in wonder and amazement, and shock.
"Go through. It'll take you to London. You can start over, both of you."
Heimdall met Y/N's eyes.
"I hope so, for your sake. Be safe out there your highness."
She nodded, looking at Zeb, who looked back at her, almost dazed, the reality of everything sinking in.
"Are you ready?"
He smiled softly, caressing her cheek.
"Let's go home."
They took a shared breath and leapt through the portal to untold adventures.
THE END, GO HOME, SHOW'S OVER
AFTERWORD:
Why hello there. Still here are you? Thanks for reading this bullshit lmao. It got a lot easier the further I got in and here we are at almost 8K words!
To clarify some things, I do NOT believe Jessica is a villain. She is a victim. While Kilgrave was a victim as well, doesn't change what he did, he's still going to hell, but know what, let's say a near death experience and a meeting with Y/N changed him and now he's going semi clean.
Why is he suddenly hot for her? Idk, maybe she looks like Jessica, maybe he reacted to the herbs, maybe you should stfu, it's a Y/N fanfic, it can be whatever the fuck I want it to be. My friend told me to make it smutty. Thats the answer XD
And to my best friend and beta reader, several things. One, you're welcome for the 8K+ fic that I grinded out with major struggles in a few hours just so you could enjoy it. Secondly, thank you for reading it even if you skipped over twenty five sentences and then complained it was a weird plot. Thirdly, to your question of what is the plot…
THE FUCK YOU MEAN PLOT?! IT'S A Y/N SMUT CRACK FIC. YOU WANT PLOT, GO READ PROTECTOR OR SOME SHIT. WE ARE HERE FOR Y/N AND DICK, NOT FOR THINGS TO MAKE SENSE.
Also, she gave him the equivalent to drugged mead, and as is canon in MCU lore, Asgardian mead be WHACK and will knock you on your ass drooling. And those are people who are good at handling their booze.
Also, my story, FECK OFF [REDACTED]. I MAY LOVE YOU AND WRITE THINGS FOR YOU AND MAKE EDITS, BUT MY STORY MY CHOICE XD
Anyways, thanks for reading, come back next time when Y/N shacks up with Moriarty! ?