#Thor X OFC

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 [𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝟺]

Pairing: Witch Hunter!Thor x Witch!Reader

Summary: “ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴍᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴇ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ, ᴍʏ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɪᴍ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀxᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ.”

Warnings: Medieval AU, Dark Fantasy, Enemies to lovers, Descriptions of war and violence, Semi-graphic descriptions of violence, Dead bodies, Body horror, Zombies (kind of), Monsters, Witch Hunter AU, eventual smut

A/N: holy shit it’s been a while. i wasn’t sure how i wanted to proceed with this, given a) how long it’s been since an update and b) how much time and work i put into this story. the next and last chapter *should* be out before the end of the month, i hope. i decided to split the ending into two more chapters instead of one, just to give myself the space i needed to end it. this is for @punemy-spotted’s Princess Power Hour challenge, which i am so effing late for it isn’t even funny, but i still hope you all enjoy this update. divider by @firefly-graphics​

When Thor dreams, it is of you. 

 You stand in front of a tree not unlike the one he saw in his nightmare. He knows it’s you—the stubborn set of your jaw, your determined glare—he could never mistake it. The trunk of the tree behind you is gnarled and black, it’s roots digging into the earth like a tangled mess of snakes. You are not alone, two older girls stand in front of you, their faces taunting.

 One of them sneers. “A runt. What a waste.”  The other giggles in agreement. 

 “Maybe the mother didn’t send you after all.”

 He wonders if perhaps it is your dream, or maybe not a dream at all, but a memory. It shifts like running paint, colors and textures flowing into one another until he is standing in the same place, only… different. 

 Darker. 

  The grass is dead beneath his feet, and the sky above is grey, listless. You kneel before the tree, and behind you, a haggard crone draws symbols in the flesh of your back with a blade of sharpened bone. There is another beside you, her flesh baring the same angry red markings. 

 “Do not fail.” Her voice is the whisper of dying things. “Fall if you must, but do not fail.” 

 He opens his eyes, sitting up with a sharp intake of breath. The clearing is as it had been the night before, the embers of the fire still smoldering in the little pit you’d made. The sun filters down through the bare tree branches and thick mist, and for a moment, Thor wonders if he is dreaming still—dreaming your dreams, dreaming your memories. 

 You are slumped beside him, the soft, steady whisper of your breath an indication of your exhaustion. In truth, Thor hadn’t even known your kind needed sleep—he had not once seen you close your eyes since the village. But you slumber now, your dark lashes resting on the apples of your cheeks, your lips parted as you breathe. 

 Honestly, he’d expected you to be hideous. When he had pulled back your hood and found a woman staring at him—not a monster, and certainly not demon beneath it. You are sharp. Everything about you is all rough hewn edges  and pricker bushes, from your flashing eyes to the words on the dagger you call a tongue. 

 But sleeping, you are simply…beautiful.

 There is a deep twinge in his side where the crow gored him, but when Thor passes his hand over the wound, there is no blood. He sits up away from the tree, pulling aside the thick leather-hide armor to peer at the marred skin beneath. Shiny veins of scar tissue run along the taut, stiff muscle, the flesh knotted and misshapen—but whole. 

 You had healed him. 

 Thor looks on you with renewed wonder. He’d never known a witch to heal—in fact, he did not know you could. 

 There seems to be much I do not know. 

 You don’t stir as he leans in close again, inspecting you. He can remember the dream as clearly as if it were his own memory, and he wonders if you might have been different if you had been raised like he was, with a mother and a father. If you might have grown up and had a husband one day—

 Thor shakes his head as if to dislodge the errant thought from his mind. What does it matter to him what the marriage customs of your people are?

 “Stop staring at me, andjaki.” You mumble. “Or I’ll take your eyes.” You look tired, dark circles beneath your lidded eyes as you glare through your lashes at him. “I mean it.” 

 Sharp.

 “Would that not violate your oath, witchling?” Thor asks, redirecting his gaze to the tangled wall of vines you’d raised to be their shelter. He doesn’t see your scowl, but he can feel your eyes boring into the back of his head like red hot pokers. He swallows his laughter at your grumbling, rising from the hollow of the tree. His clothes are stiff and sticky with blood, and he grimaces as he pulls a long black feather from the folds of his cloak. 

 “Burn that,” you say, your own voice still gravelly with sleep as you get to your feet. “It’s one of his.” You pointedly ignore his jibe, watching with keen eyes as Thor tosses the feather into the smoldering embers that remain from last night’s fire. He tosses the feather in, and it smokes and curls away into ash as he watches. The stones are still hot, and a strange, inky pattern is painted across their surface. It’s all hard angles, no soft curves, just squares and rectangles, long straight lines and sudden sharp turns. 

 “I had… strange dreams,” he says quietly, still staring at the patterns on the stone. “Though I suppose that is to be expected when the Walker comes for you.” You are standing with your back to him, your palm resting against the tree you’d both slept beneath. Although you aren’t wreathed in living shadows like the first time he’d seen you, Thor notes that the tips of your fingers are dark black anyway. 

“I saw your Birth Tree, and you beneath it.”

 “What?” You turn sharply to him, your eyes first wide with shock and then narrow with fear and disbelief. “You-you could not,” you stammer, your fingers tense, digging into the jagged tree-bark beneath your palm. “Your fever dreams are not visions of truth, hunter.” There is a finality in your tone that Thor chooses to ignore, shouldering brusquely on as though you hadn’t demanded his silence. 

 “Two girls. They spoke of you, they said… you were the last. That—”

 “Enough.” You hold up a hand as you draw up your hood with the other. “W-we must move on.” You toss him Toothgnasher’s reins. “Here, your beast.” She does not wish to speak of it. You do not mount his horse again, instead keeping pace easily a few steps away as the two of you follow the path of the blight back towards its source. 

 Thor’s every attempt at conversation is met with terse silence or short, clipped answers. The day passes tediously this way, your lips locked together in a thoughtful scowl. It is through this forced, stony quiet that Thor hears the rushing of the river before he sees it. You hear it too, perking up as your bright eyes scan the gray, decrepit woods. The forest slopes gradually downward toward the banks of a thunderous river. White foam dances on top of the roiling current. As if to offer his opinion, Toothgnasher snorts, stomping his hoof. 

 “You’re right about that, beastie,” you sigh. “We’ll need another way across.” 

 Thor dismounts, and walks through the short, dead grass to the water. Not dead. The grass isn’t quite dead, it retains a shade of sickly but visible green. He bends to inspect it, breaking off a blade between his fingers.

 “The water,” he says softly, reaching forward to trail his fingers in the coolness of it. “The water is keeping the grass alive, even… Even though everything else is dead.” He stands, wiping his hand on his trousers. You hum, nodding. 

 “Water is life—memory.” You incline your head a little, and if Thor didn’t know any better, he would think it was in respectful greeting. “It runs through all of the old places, the secret places. There is nothing water doesn’t know.” You walk forward too, squatting on the bank and dipping a single, pitch stained finger below the surface.

“There is a beaver dam. Two—maybe three miles upriver. It might be shallow enough to cross there.” 

 “The water told you that?” 

 You snicker. “The broken sticks floating downriver told me that.” You wipe your wet hand off on your cloak. The same guarded, bitter look twists your pretty features as you draw the dark fabric closer about yourself. “Let us move on.” 

 Thor does not re-mount his horse, choosing to walk beside you instead as  the two of you follow the river upstream. 

 “Must we continue throug the Lich’s kingdom in silence, or might we speak?” For a while you do not answer, and several minutes tick by, punctuated by only the sound of water beating against the stony shore. He wonders if perhaps you’d not heard him, but the foul temper on your face speaks to the opposite. 

 “It is my shame you wish to discuss, andjaki,” your voice is low and full of misplaced venom. “Memories you stole—”

 “Let us speak truth, witchling,” Thor snaps. “You know I am no thief.” Thor tries to stop, but you continue to walk, stubbornly marching forward through the dying grass. 

 “You cannot steal what was freely given,” Thor says softly, catching your hand as you try to turn away. “Even if the gift was unintentional.” He realizes belatedly that he has not touched you before. Your hand is surprisingly soft in his, and when you reluctantly meet his eye, Thor does not recognize the emotions laid bare on your drawn face. This is the first time he has ever seen you look unsure. Bold determination is what usually lines the set of your jaw, but in this moment, you are uncertain. Torn.

 “I-I do not understand why the Mother shares these visions with you of all people,” your voice is brittle like the reeds on the banks of the river. 

 “Nor do I.” Thor releases your hand, and you cross your arms, cradling them to your chest. 

 “My people, say that the very first of us was the tree.” You stare out over the misty water. “And there was so much magic in her that her branches grew heavy with fruit. And when the fruit was ripe, it fell to the earth, and from its seeds, we came.” 

 “I don’t—”

 “There are no more seeds now.” You whisper. “I was the last. The only.” Your eyes are glassy with tears unshed when they meet his. “You asked, hunter, why my people sent me.” You swallow thickly. “They did not.” 

 Thor doesn’t understand. He saw you, beneath the twisted black wormwood tree, preparing to embark on your journey. A ghostly witness, but a witness nonetheless. 

 “I do not understand.”

 “You saw, did you not, hunter?” You ask sharply. “Great sister with her blade of bone.”

 “The crone marked you.”

 “Yes,” you agree, the words sounding choked and stilted as you swallow against the tears you will not allow to fall. “But not for the journey. For sacrifice.” There’s a bitter edge to your voice. You push up the cuff of your sleeve, and Thor sees the markings there, too. Ancient letters in a language he cannot hope to read. “To take the seed of my power, the link that binds me to the chain, and give it to another.” The laugh that leaves your chest is dry and cold. “Do you see now, hunter?” You ask. “I was not chosen.” You look down at the ground. “I was a mistake.”

 Thor understands now, the words you won’t say. You tried to give the power back, give it back like you had in the woods, only it hadn’t worked, had it? It could not—if it had, he supposed you would not be here, and there would be another in your stead.

 “Witchling.” You wipe at your face with a quiet sniffle. Thor reaches for your shoulder, squeezing it beneath the fabric of your cloak. “A gift cannot be un-given.“ You try to avoid his gaze, but he does not let you, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “No matter how unworthy others might find the bearer.” 

 He is close enough to feel the ghost of your breath against his face, your lips parted as you stare up at him. For a moment, there is utter silence. The sound of the river fades, the wind whispering through the dry grass seems to still, and Thor is struck with the sudden urge to kiss you. To press his mouth against yours and quiet your sorrow for an instant—

 But you break the spell, pulling away and drawing your cloak tightly around yourself like a shield. The world pours back in, filling in around the blurry edges as Thor chastises himself. 

 “The dam,” you point upriver. Through the mist, Thor can just make out the shape, jutting out of the water. You’re gone before he can speak, scampering up the bank like a lithe shadow. Thor sighs, and wraps Toothgnasher’s reins around his fist before following after. 

 —

 The vast, and seemingly unending crypt of dark, dead trees reluctantly yields to rocky, sloping plains as the two of you travel onward past the river. They had been wetlands once, when things were green and growing, and there was life yet in the now barren soil. Now, though, the field of rocks and short, frail grass stretches as far as the black mountains marking the horizon. 

  When Thor suggests the two of you make camp, you don’t complain. His side, though outwardly healed, still burns with pain, and your own exhaustion is written clearly in the dark bags beneath your bleary eyes. There is shelter of a fashion beneath a rocky outcropping, which offers a welcome respite from the brutal, stinging wind. 

 You draw patterns in the hard-baked earth with a stick by the firelight, your knees tucked tightly beneath your chin as Thor feeds the flames with bits of dry grass and kindling. It doesn’t take long before you’re slumped over, the stick falling loosely from your inky fingertips. Thor peers cautiously beneath your hood, and finds your lashes resting firmly against your cheeks, soft breaths whispering out from between your slightly parted lips. 

 He reaches for you, tucking one large arm beneath your thighs as he picks you up gingerly. His side twinges as he lifts, but he swallows the pain with a silent grimace. You mumble something, shifting in his arms before settling against his chest, and in spite of himself, Thor smiles. 

 Not quite so intimidating asleep, are you Witchling?

 Carefully, he sets you down in the hollow of the weather beaten rocks, tucking your cloak around you. He settles himself next to you with a tired sigh.

 “Why move me?” You grumble sleepily.

 “If you would like to freeze to death, by all means, feel free to resume your former position, Witchling.” When no further complaint comes, Thor finally allows his own eyes to begin drifting shut. Through the daze of oncoming sleep, he feels you shift, curling in on yourself as you tuck into his side. 

“Goodnight, Witchling.” 

 He almost doesn’t hear your sleep-addled reply. 

 “Goodnight, Thor.”

 —

 He is in the woods. 

 All of the trees are the same, withered and black like old fingers. There were Gods here, once, but the one has overtaken the many, has supped on them like a rabid, starving dog. All that is left now is this skeleton and their hungry, angry ghosts. 

 Thor looks at the sky, black and unending, and then at the earth. It pulses beneath his feet like a dying heartbeat. 

 “Hunter.” Your voice is a whisper on the wind, an echo of itself. Thor sees you through the trees, a coy smile gracing your pretty lips, your tar-stained finger curled as you beckon him. There are a thousand thousand voices pouring from your lips, and each  one is like shattering glass, like breaking bone. There is green fire in the black, empty pits of your eyes, and it runs down your cheeks like tears. 

 The dream folds in on itself, and suddenly there are no trees, save for one. Black, twisted branches reach up toward the sky, laden with rotting fruit. Even in the dream, Thor retches at the smell of sour meat, spitting into the dead grass and dry dirt in the tangle of roots at it’s base. 

 “Hunter!” Your hand wraps around his arm, your expression frantic. “You must wake, you must—”

 “Silence.” The decaying hand that covers your mouth stinks of magic, burnt ozone filling Thor’s nostrils. You tug at it, your own fingers digging into the rotting flesh to no avail. More hands, hundreds of them, burst from the roots of the tree, pushing up through the bark to grab at you. Thor reaches for you, but you are pulled down to your knees, writhing in the dirt. 

 “Don’t worry about her, hunter,” drawls the figure who emerges from the thick mist surrounding the wormwood tree. Thor watches as the man draws closer, his thin, pale fingers reaching for the hood. A crown of bone, sinew and bark rests against his brow, cushioned by his long, dark hair. His face is monstrous, half eaten away by the unnatural  fire dancing in his empty sockets. There is enough left, however, to make hot lead fill Thor’s turned stomach. 

 “Loki?” 

 The Lich smiles. 

 “Ah, brother.” There is green fire at the back of his throat. “It appears,” he says, licking what is left of his lips, “that we have much to discuss.” 

to be continued…

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Secrets in Misery

Summary: you’d thought you’d never betray your husband.

Warnings: torture, near death experience , demon au, brief mention of SA.

Characters: Loki, Thor x reader

A/N: I could have written this better but like…. 🙃

You shivered, depsite the warmth of his tongue as he licked a strip of your exposed skin as your body was sprawled out in front of him and many other demons that surrounded you.

“Have you chosen on speaking yet, little one?” he leaned over, his sharp teeth glinting in the brightness of the room. “I assure you, this silent treatment isn’t going to get us anywhere, my dear.”

“Oh, fuck off!” You grimaced. “You’re a fool if you think I’ll give up his location.”

“So, Thor is alive after all,” the creature gleamed, looking around the room in excitement before his eyes turned back to your own, his stance disgustingly playful. “You know little one, you’re a lot wiser than the other broad I held on this rack.”

You grimaced in pain as you felt the tension of the shackles pulling at your limbs again as he pushed the lever by your foot. “I’d be a fool to give up my husband to you! Go to hell!”

“Perhaps,” he mumbled thoughtfully before leaning on the table once more, leaning down closer to your face. You could smell the rancid of his breath and nearly gagged as he smiled down at you. “But, you’d be alive shall you give me the information that I crave so deeply.”

“What do you want with him? He’s no royal, he’s poor like the rest of my village. What could you possibly want with Thor?”

“He owes me a few souls in debt.” the demon grinned. “And you seemed to have placed an illusionment charm on him. He’s undetectable until you lift the charm. Tell me, would the charm wear off shall you perish under my care?” You swallowed the fear as the man eyed you hungrily, a sharp knife poking your rib cage. “I can tear another piece of flesh from your bones, if that would make you talk.”

“Yes!” you spat out, silently begging for death. “Yes, if I die, the spell wears off and he’s visible to the world once more, yes! Just please let me go.”

“Do you care to live, little one?” He bared his teeth. “It seems naught, since you’re protecting a low life son of a bitch soldier who ran away from his assignment.”

“He’s in the village! In the bookshop!” you swallowed hard as tears came to your eyes. “There’s a crevice by the history book shelf. Place your palm against the panelling and his hideout will reveal itself.”

The man clapped giddily, his men already exiting the place to gather your husband for his death. You see, Thor cared deeply for you, so much so, that he made a deal with a demon to have his own bookshop in the village. He loved learning and reading about any knowledge that ge could get his hands on. Of course, all deals must have some consequences. Thor must pay a hefty price every month until the day he dies; killing innocent beings and sending their souls to hell. He’s missed several months of payment, costing this demon many souls.

You were captured on the street hours ago, being tortured endlessly, sexually absued and hurt emotionally. You couldn’t take the pain any longer. You cried to yourself as the last of the men disappeared from the room, leaving you alone, shackled to the table.

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[lokisbirdofhermes]

You and Thor Odinson have been friends since childhood. You get dumped by your boyfriend just before high school graduation and to make up for it, Thor insists that you both vow that if you're single by the time you're thirty, then you will marry each other. Life, it seems, is having a laugh at your expense because Thor's girlfriend dumps him the day before his thirtieth birthday and it looks like you're both about to walk down the aisle together, for better or for worse. Thor/Reader AU.

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[justjams2003]

Snippit 3

You get the jest. (Also I’m nowhere near done with this fic and these snippits are gaining no traction. But I shall continue writing. Bc its for me. I also considered making it an x reader to gain more people’s attension. But that won’t include everyone and I don’t want to make an x reader that you can’t imagine yourself in. Thoughts??)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Oc

Warnings: Polyamoury, swinging, unicorn couple, smut, pussy eating, fingering, werewolf

Summary: After a hearty battle Thor and Star enjoy each other’s bodies and other.

Word count: 1,6k

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"I like her," Star says, watching the hairy girl fight with honour. "Do you, my dear?" Thor questions, his hand resting on Star's hip. They're on a battle field.The both of them cool and calm of course. None of the enemy cause too much of a problem for them. After all, the battle is pretty much over.  

This woman that they are watching is merely finishing the last few. Thor's felt the tension between Star and this wolf girl. Her name, Darrow Declan. Of course, to Thor, she is quite the sight to see. With fangs and claws and a thirst for bloodshed.  

"Do you want her?" He asks, bending down slightly to whisper in her pointed ear. She grins looking up at him, she places her hand on his broad ches. Star shows him the biggest puppy eyes she can muster, even pushing her bottom lip out in a pout, knowing damn well that there is no way in hell that Thor could ever say no. "Yes please, sir," she uses the dominant name, showing that she has manners and deserves a treat.  

Thor's armor grows tight around his crotch by just hearing the word 'sir' fall from her lips. "All right, my princess, go get her," he allows, his heart swells as Star's eyes fill with joy. "Thank you, sir!" Star stands on her tippy toes and gives her lover a very grateful kiss.  

When she comes up for air, she runs over to the women talking to some other soldier. Thor's power still pumping through her, electricity follows closely behind her. Without thinking she jumps, expecting Darrow to catch her.  

The werewolf does, of course. Hearing her approach with her superhearing. Not to mention, dropping the princess of the Light Elves and the Prince of Asgard's lover would probably be considered treason.

Star grins at the shocked expression on Darrow's face. Her legs wrapped around the bigger girl's waist. Then, she smashes her lips into Darrow's lips. Finally getting to taste those sweet lips that she's been staring at for so long now.  

The people that don't personally know the two's jaw hang open. Watching in shock as Thor just lets this happen. Not to mention the vigor and passion of his girlfriend. "How can you just let that happen?" The werewolve's head guard asks, looking up at the mighty god of thunder. "It makes her happy," Thor shrugs, it's true. What ever makes his baby girl happy, he's glad to supply.

"But, how do you know she'll return to you?" The man asks, his jaw still slack. "I don't believe I would let that happen. Plus, I am going to join them," Thor states with a shrug, looking forward to the sight. "Really?" The prince can't help but chuckle at the disbelieve of the man he had just battled with.  

"Watch," is all that Thor replies with. He causally approaches the two kissing women. Darrow is still in shock, how could this be happening. Not that she doesn't enjoy it, Star is quite the beauty after all. But, what will her partner say?

"What about his majesty?" She voices her concerns once she's come up for air. Star rolls her eyes, why do they always ask? "You worry far too much." Is all that she answers with, before continuing her passionate kiss. Her hands intertwining in the werewolf women's thick head of hair.  

Star can just sense how Thor coming. Though, it is quickly confirmed by the big, warm hand on her lower back. The guard watches as the beautiful Elf girl raises her head by Thor's presences. Only to give him an even more passionate kiss as the werewolf warrior.  

Afterwards Thor turns to that same warrior, grabs their chin and raises it. All in order to make the girl quiver with a kiss. "I'll wait in the tent," he winks at the two and then saunters into the royal tent laid out.The guards watches as the Light Elf drops from the werewolf's arms, take her hand and lead her into the before-mentioned tent.  

Thor is already taking off his armour. Star can see his cape hang over a chair, throne off as if he was in a rush. Which he was, seeing Star so happy really did things to him, plus the affirming name, there could not be more reason for him to need her so. So when the both of them enter, there is a low rumble of thunder.

Not the kind that strikes fear into people's hearts, or the kind that make you feel alone in a big storm. The kind that light your body on fire with desire. That make you need for another in your bed, to share the adrenaline of the storm with.  

Star quickly shoves the werewolf girl down on the bed. Quick to remove their armour, leaving the both of them barebottom naked. The light hue from the sun shining through the material of the tent create a breeze of pink on Star’s shining white wings and smooth pale back.

Thor just can't help himself. His hand lands right on her waist, he presses him bare chest against her back, of course, watching for her wings. His lips follow the curve of her spine with delicate kisses. His beard tickles her smooth skin, causing shivers to run through her body.  

"Strip." Star commands to the girl watching the both of them closely, still in awe at her luck. All while Star is flourishing in Thor's gentle touches of worship. Her eyes watching every move of Darrow. Like an eagle making sure their prey doesn't escape or veer from the plan. The girl does as she is told, sitting up and throwing her armour to the side. "By Odin's beard, Thor, is that not a sight to see?" Star mutters pit as Darrow's toned body glimmers with excitement.  

He lets out a hearty chuckle, his eyes resting on Darrow's but not his body. His kisses are still smooth against her neck. Thor's hands go from her waist to her bottom and ever so gently on her wings. Still in awe at the magnificent creation that is her body. The majestic wings and tip of her ears. Like nothing he's seen before.

"Two beautiful women? I don't believe there to be a better sight." Is all Thor says, he takes his chin in his hand, guiding her up to look him in the eyes. "Just you and me?" He asks, confirming the agreement they had. That this fling that they have does not go deeper than body. That lust is as far as it goes and that after their escapade it will again just be the two of them.  

Star nods, her eyes filled with earnest truth, "Just you and me," Thor's jaw pops and he nods. Taking her lips in his, sharing a deep, passionate and soul connecting kiss to seal their agreement. Immediately after they turn their ravenous attention to Darrow. Star crawls onto the bed, where Darrow usually the predator is, now she is prey.  Thor watches intently as Star kissing all around the other girl's body.  

From this angle, Thor can see Star is dripping and ready to fuck or be fucked in any sort of way. Her juices even slick down her thigh, “You look amazing, my dear,” Thor mutters, watching as she grins mid kiss. He begins pumping his girth, his member standing tall begging for any touch.  

Star sucks on Darrow’s erect nipple, her left hand pinching the other. While the right is roaming wherever she can. From the girl’s bum to her waist and even a few times Darrow’s throbbing clit. However, Thor quickly swats her hand away, just to replace it with his own.

Coating Darrow with her own dripping wetness. Seeing her folds only makes Thor tighter. Star isn’t in his way for very long. “You are going to use that pretty mouth of yours,” she explains before getting herself seated right on Darrow’s face. The girl is quick to react, her tongue encircling her folds.

All while Thor’s hands are still kept busy. Once he’s decided that she’s wet enough he adds a finger. Darrow gasps at the sudden feeling. The sudden hot breath making Star’s head fly back. Thor chuckles at the reaction. Quickly he begins pumping and curling his fingers. Making it harder for her to focus and yet somehow her job of eating Star out still prevails.  

This continues, Thor adding a few fingers. Even if they are ravishing each other’s bodies, there is still love floating through the air. A mutual understanding of the goal of extasy. That here they are each all working together for the pleasurement of themselves and each other. How each action is to induce a state dizzy euphoria.  

Which, after loathing and lusting in that state of in between shared consciousness, was, eventually, reached. The two alien girls reaching that feeling where nothing matter except that feeling of heavy and pure sex. All while Thor gets to enjoy the sight of this jubilation. Causing the feeling of a warm buzz, proud to have had some part of this.  

Not long after this bash of sudden ecstasy washes away, Thor is quickly moved to the bottom. This reach of high and then flip of positions continue all throughout the night. Even once on Darrow’s direwolf. It’s safe to say not one of them had any sleep that night. Even so, in the morning, Thor and Star return to each other. Thanking Darrow for the wonderful night and promising many lavishes.  

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Cries of Thunder*

Chapter Nineteen

Master List |  Thor Odinson Master List

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: smexy fun, Thor is a warning in himself in this story, I swear. This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution.

A/N: This chapter was brought to you by @ronaldomanticaster​ through coffee updates. Apologies for how very long it took to get this written. I hope it was worth the wait!

After dinner - at which Thor regaled her with more stories of Asgard, his past, and the Warrior's Three - Fallon found her nerves returning as they cleaned up, something she insisted on, before venturing into the living room. 

Colourful toys lay strewn across the carpet, and she immediately began to tidy them away, but Thor stopped, gently calling her name. 

"It's not necessary. The children will only return tomorrow to create the mess again."

She sighed but accepted his offered hand to rise from her knees beside the toy chest. "They will, but that doesn't mean we need to roll an ankle because we stepped on a block. Dylan knows better, even if the twins don't yet understand."

Thor chuckled and shook his head. "It was much the same for us as children. We may have had servants, but Mother always insisted we learn the value of a tidy space. Though I will admit, there were a few times that I was less diligent. I may have charmed a passing maid to do it for me to avoid getting in trouble."

"And you were so charming at ten they couldn't resist you?" she teased. 

"At ten, I was too afraid to disappoint Frigga, but at sixteen, I wanted to be with the warriors learning warrior things. Not stuck in my room making my bed," he grinned, drawing her toward the sofa. 

Fallon laughed. "I can only imagine what a charmer you were as a teenager. All baby-faced and gangly limbed."

He scoffed. "Please! I was never gangly!"

"I bet Loki could show me."

"Don't you dare, woman!" he gasped, but his grin and tone said he was only joking.

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THOR ODINSON HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

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[ofasgardandalfheim]

Lightning Over the Sea Chapter Three: Well met, your majesty.

In which the team eats pancakes, and we all learn more about you.

Fic synopsis:

You have spent centuries consolidating power - usually subtly - sometimes a little more brazenly. You were most recently made a Queen of the Dark Fae - but you didn’t start out that way. You were once only a siren, singing your song to sailors passing by in Alfheim, feeding on their longing for you. But it wasn’t enough for you, and you spent the past many centuries (honestly, you’ve lost count) building your powers and abilities to a level that you are not even sure of at this point. You are essentially a Goddess, here on Midgard. You’re a little scared to test the limits, but this is a comfort to you. No one will ever take advantage of you again without your consent.

But that’s another story for another day.

This is the story of how you ended up teaming up with The Avengers and meeting the man who would change everything.

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"You are a goddess!" He pulls you in for a kiss, but you turn your head too quickly for him and make it a hug instead.

"I know! And you're welcome!" you grin and show him the plate of Mickey Mouse pancakes. "Pancakes?" He puts his arm around your waist and guides you over to the table of shocked-looking Avengers.

"Let it be known that I am still very upset with this woman for keeping secrets from me for so long, but that she is still my favorite person on the planet. Don't tell Pepper." Tony states, squeezing your hip. "If any of you are feeling like shit this morning, I recommend letting her slap you. Though the other way is better."

"What's the other way?" asks Bruce.

"Well, it's a lot more fun, especially when she uses her…." You slap your hand over Tony's mouth so he can't finish his sentence. 

"Really, any sort of physical contact will do. Though a good slap makes quick work of it," You squeeze his cheeks so his mouth puckers like a fish, "and is a good excuse to slap this handsome face." He brushes you off with a laugh. 

"Thank you again. We still need to talk later, though." Tony sits down to dive into his favorite childhood pancakes. "And thanks for the Mickey cakes. Thanks for remembering." He smiles up at you in appreciation. "I haven't even thought of them in years."

You lean down and give him a friendly kiss on the cheek, sitting down next to him to dive into your own pile of pancakes just as Thor enters the room behind you. Natasha kicks your foot under the table as if you hadn't noticed the energy in the air change moment he stepped into your presence. You make eye contact with her and smile in acknowledgment. 

"Good morning, Avengers! My lady, may I set my hammer next to you, or do you plan to walk off with it again?" Everyone laughs, but you sense a bit of seriousness in his tone. He is concerned for his precious hammer, and it is, quite frankly, kind of adorable.

"I would not dream of it, dear Prince. Come feast with us! I made pancakes." You grin. "I promise, your hammer is safe with me."

"Is that an innuendo?" Steve asks, smirking. You can't help but blush and laugh. 

"Why Captain, giving me a taste of my own medicine, are you? I would have never guessed." 

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Y'ALL NEED TO SEE THIS PANEL

#Mobius will be the one to save him! #because he ended up very sad #But from what we saw on the series Mobius can push his feelings inside #maybe Deadpool can make him admit how much he misses loki?? #LET ME DREAM #I still can't bear the hopelessness Tom Hiddleston left me with when he said that his journey as Loki had ended #YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT #ofc u can I'm just rambling I'm heartbroken and sad #btw someone on Quora answering a question about whether or not Asgard was linked to time or not used that panel #so I don't have the source of the specific comic I just know it's Thor I'm sorry #loki #lokius #loki x mobius #mobius m mobius #agent mobius #thor #thor comics #marvel cinematic universe #marvel loki #we all not it won't be Sylvie shedding that tear #loki season two #loki series #loki season 2

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1)

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 ( Part 6 in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You are not just a soldier in Asgard's Royal Army, you are Lieutenant Y/L/N, Prince Loki's personal guard, his sentry and you are not supposed to fall in love with him. If you followed your training properly, you should never have even spoken to him. As a sentry, you are expected to remain silent and invisible as you shadow your appointed member of the royal family or member of the court protectively throughout their daily tasks.

Rumors (that happen to be true) begin to circulate through the palace that you serve the younger prince of Asgard both outside and inside his chambers. There is little you can do once word of your off duty activities spread through every maid, cook, gardener and seamstress in the palace. You soon find even the soldiers in your own company are now questioning how exactly you had come to earn your seemingly quick rise to lieutenant.

As the annual Winter Solstice Ball approaches, you come to the heartbreaking realization that your relationship with Loki must come to an end if you are both to fulfill your duties.

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor being an absolute ass, Odin being a terrible father

A/N: I did some googling quickly for military terms and ranks (since I have no previous knowledge of them) as well as some basic information about the royal guards in England. I took some of what I found interesting and then made up most of the rest to fit what I needed for my story so there will be some similarities. Also... I haven't written anything in like a year (maybe longer) so be nice please 💚💚

You stand at constant attention in silence outside of Prince Loki's private office. You listen to the birds singing through the open window across the hall from where you are posted and wonder how long you could go without making a sound. You have been trained by the Royal Army for years to remain silent, vigilant, always listening and watching your surroundings for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary. You are always on guard, ready to protect Prince Loki should the need arise. Not that someone with his fighting skills or magic would need protection from a simple soldier like you. You were assigned this post purely because it was customary for each member of the royal family to have a sentry, whether they actually need one or not.

Your attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching from your left. You are unable to determine how many people are coming but judging by their pace and heavy boots, they are most likely all soldiers. Commandant Thorn, the soldier in charge of your company, makes his way down the hall at a steady pace. He is followed by your captain, Captain Skye who is holding a leather bound book containing the names of all the sentries and their current posts. Trailing the two older men, are four low ranking soldiers you can't remember the names of.

The group of soldiers comes to a stop in front of you and your fellow guard and you both salute your commanding officers. "Lieutenant Y/L/N," Captain Skye says, opening his book for a moment. He closes it and looks up at you, "Prince Loki will of course be attending the Winter Solstice Ball. You will be required to escort him to the ballroom and remain on guard there until he dismisses you for the evening."

You nod in response, carefully hiding the heavy emotions you have surrounding the upcoming ball. The soldiers move on and you are left alone with the other guard again. She says nothing to you and even if you were allowed to speak, you know Sergeant Sands wouldn't talk to you. She is not your friend, none of the members of the Royal Guard are your friends. It wasn't always this way though, it is only since you were promoted to the rank of lieutenant that the guards you work with began to distance themselves from you.

You had been assigned to Prince Loki for three months when you were promoted from sergeant to lieutenant. Your fellow soldiers immediately assumed the young prince had a hand in it as he did little to hide how he favored you over the other guards who were previously assigned to him. The rumors about you spending the night in Loki's chamber instead of guarding it flowed through the palace soon after. You adamantly denied these rumors and any favoritism from the prince but it was a wasted effort. It also happened that the rumors were true to a point.

The door to Loki's office opens and you stand at attention as the court accountant exits, holding several rolls of paper and mumbling to himself. Sargeant Sands follows him without any orders needed, she is his sentry and will go where he goes. As she walks past by, she glances at you with what can only be described as a look of disgust. You look down at your boots, fully aware of what she is thinking.

You wait quietly for Loki to open the door again but you know him, he will want to read through all of his notes from today before he finalizes his meeting schedule for tomorrow. You have roughly half an hour until he will be done, half an hour to stand here and think about the dreaded Winter Solstice Ball.

Another half an hour later, as expected, Loki opens the door and walks out. Waving his hand towards the door, he uses his magic to seal the room. He smiles warmly at you and you smile back at him for the first time today. This was your favorite part, the part where the sun goes down and Loki frees you from your constant silence.

He touches your cheek softly and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back but pull away quickly as you hear footsteps approaching. You step away from Loki and stand at attention as Prince Thor comes around a corner. You keep your eyes straight ahead but you can feel Loki stiffening next to you, he and his brother get along much better when they are at court than they do in private.

The brothers greet each other politely and you silently wish the older prince would simply continue on his way but it doesn't seem likely. Your attention shifts to the window across the hall from you again, you can just barely glimpse the sunset over the tall evergreen trees in the distance. You know Loki will tell you if he and Thor discuss anything interesting so there is no need for you to listen to their conversation. The two of them continue for several long minutes before you realize Thor has said something to you.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N?" Thor says and you shake your head as you shift your focus.

"I'm sorry your highness, I was unaware you were speaking to me," you apologize. He had never spoken to you before and you were unsure why he would start now. Loki folds his arms across his chest and you feel uneasy at how annoyed he seems.

Thor laughs which does nothing to make you feel better. "I was wondering what it was about you that made you my brother's favorite," he says. "You must truly be special, a sentry's post typically only lasts three months, perhaps six at the most. You have been with Loki for how long now?"

You think for a moment before replying. You had been assigned to Loki for only a month before he first spoke to you and you had quickly become close friends. Three months after becoming friends with the prince, you slowly became more until you were completely in love with him.

"Fourteen months," you answer him in as few words as possible.

Thor looks at his younger brother with a smirk, "Fourteen?" Loki remains silent and you can tell his older brother is not even close to letting you leave soon. He turns his attention to you again, "So is it true then?"

"Is what true your highness?" you ask quietly.

"That you follow my brother's orders when you are wearing your armor and when you are not?" he laughs and his sentry smiles then looks towards the ground. "I could use a sentry like that, I grow tired of being followed by these shadows."

Loki's fist clenches but he answers Thor calmly. "Maybe if you learned your sentries name and weren't so insufferable to be around, they would remain at your service for longer than a month at a time," Loki says. "And you are the last person I would expect to listen to palace rumors. According to the most recent ones I've heard, you've slept with nearly half of the kitchen staff this month alone."

Thor smiles, proud of himself. You and Loki realize the stories you had overheard were true, if not understated. He explains, "That is why I assume the rumors of you and your little pet are true as well."

You find yourself in that brief moment wishing Loki would confirm everyone's suspensions. Not necessarily that you were sleeping together, that you were in love and wanted to be together. You know wishing for this is as useful as wishing it would rain gold. Once again you remind yourself that this is the way it will always be, until he marries a woman of high status and you are forgotten.

Instead of responding, Loki turns from his brother and walks down the hall towards the stairwell that leads to the royal family's chambers. You follow him silently, staying a few steps behind as always.

"Come now brother, I was merely joking," Thor calls from behind you but neither of you stop walking.

The two of you continue on in silence until you reach the top of the stairs and Loki's pace slows so he is walking next to you. His hand finds yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. As soon as you feel his touch, you begin to relax.

"I'm sorry about my brother," he says quietly.

"His behavior isn't your fault," you reply. "And he is far from the first person to corner me about our relationship. I am used to denying the truth."

He stops, causing you to turn back towards him, your hand still holding his. He then takes a few small steps, closing the distance between you. Loki touches your cheek gently with his other hand. "I'm sorry Y/N," he tells you again. "I wish we didn't have to hide but you know there are some rules even I cannot break so openly. Maybe I should have hid my favoritism towards you better but I couldn't bear to have you reassigned. You mean too much to me."

You smile, "So I am your favorite sentry?"

He lets out a laugh, "You are my favorite person in the nine realms." You giggle at his answer and his fingers trail down your cheek until his thumb gently runs across your lips. He leans down to kiss you but just as his lips touch yours, you feel your heart jumps in your chest.

You hear several sets of footsteps and separate yourself from Loki in an instant. He looks down the hall as his mother, two of her maids and one guard come into view. She smiles brightly at both of you as she comes closer and you bow to the queen in respect. You find it hard to miss the side eye from her sentry or the whispers shared between her maids. Loki gives his mother a hug and wishes her a goodnight. She tells him to have a goodnight as well and continues on her way.

You and Loki walk off in the opposite direction towards his chambers and once you are alone again, Loki moves to take your hand but you flinch away. He looks hurt by your momentary rejection but he doesn't say anything. He knows how nervous you are about being seen touching him or speaking to him. You round the next corner and are flooded with relief as Loki's door finally comes into view. You fight the urge to smile, holding onto your composure as you've been trained.

Loki opens the door and steps inside, you follow him as you always do and he closes the door. He flicks his wrists towards you without a word and the heavy armor you wear over your clothing instantly settles itself neatly into a large chest. You take a few deep breaths, feeling as if most of the weight you have been carrying leaves you, but not all.

"Thank you your highness," you say out of habit.

"Please, never call me that in here," he reminds you gently. "In here I'm not a prince, I'm just Loki." He walks towards you and you don't realize you are moving away from him until your back hits the door and his body comes flush to yours. One hand settles on your hip while his other hand lifts your chin, causing you to look up at him. He continues, "And you are not Lieutenant Y/L/N, you are Y/N. The woman I am so deeply in love with." He smiles and you can't help but smile back at his words. All your worries vanish the instant his lips meet yours.

You lay in Loki's arms watching the sunlight fill his room through the sheer curtains. You try to memorize the sound of his slow, steady breathing and the feel of his heart beat against your back as he holds you even in his sleep. You inhale deeply and focus on deciphering every herb and oil Loki uses to keep his hair soft. Closing your eyes, you use your senses to bring an image of Loki's face into your mind and try to hold it there.

"What are you thinking about my love?" he asks in a sleepy voice. You open your eyes and shift closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around your body. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks, now much more awake.

You swallow hard, trying to find the words. You had been thinking about what you needed to do most of the night but now that it was time, you weren't sure you would be able to do it.

"I've told you, you can speak freely here," he says softly, urging you gently as always to speak your mind when you were with him. His fingers move slowly up and down your arm as he tries to comfort you without knowing what is causing your distress.

"I need to transfer to a new post," you tell him. You hear him inhale sharply as his fingers suddenly go still.

You stand outside Loki's office with Thor's new guard and two others in silence waiting for a very long meeting to conclude. You stifle a yawn and shift uncomfortably on your feet before regaining your composure. The tall guard standing across from you rolls his eyes while the woman next to him mumbles something that can only be about you.

It has been two days since you told Loki you wanted to transfer and you hadn't heard anything from your commanding officer. In the meantime, you decided to go back to sleeping in your assigned room at the soldiers quarters. You had forgotten how much you hated it there. The common areas are loud and there is little privacy, everyone is in everyone else's business. You barely leave your room, which is a surprise to no one. They wouldn't speak to you even if you did. You live in a world of utter silence surrounded by never ending noise.

You feel as if you are shattering from the inside out and you try to remind yourself that it needs to be this way. The two of you hid in his chambers as if it protected your relationship but it could never be real. How could it be when he could barely acknowledge your presence when in public. He is a prince and you are a soldier as were your parents, you were not high born. Loki is destined to marry the daughter of a council member and you will guard them and their children.

The door to Loki's office opens, you and the three guards stand at attention. Prince Thor walks out first, followed by two council members. They walk off in different directions, shadowed closely by their sentries but you remain, as always, at Loki's door.

You stare at the wall in front of you for what feels like eternity. Your mind wanders between your favorite memories from your brief time with Loki and the crushing weight of your current reality. You stand up straighter when you hear the door swing open and Loki steps out.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," he says, "I need to speak with you."

You nod and follow him into his office, closing the door behind you. You stand motionless, taking in his office and how much it feels like him. The dark wood bookshelves crowded with leather bound books, the chair pulled close to the window so he can see the garden below when drinking his afternoon tea, the green and gold accents on various pieces of furniture.

You sigh to yourself as you follow him to his desk. He takes a seat and you stand across from him with your arms behind your back, waiting for him to speak first.

"Y/N," he says informally but you don't relax. "Your transfer to a new post was not approved."

"Can I ask why your highness?" you keep the formalities as you've been trained.

"The Winter Solstice Ball is in less then a week," he answers as if you could forget. "The Royal Guard seems to be too busy tightening security and preparing for everyone's arrival to complete your paper work at this time."

"Understood, your highness," you say. "I should return to my post." You turn to head back outside of his office.

"Wait," he calls and you freeze just before you reach the door. You hear him get up from his seat and walk around the desk. "Please stay, talk to me Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts."

"I can't," you say almost in a whisper

He touches your arm and you turn to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. "I miss the way your laughter filled my chambers. I miss hearing you hum to yourself when you think I can't hear you. I miss the sound of your voice and how easy it is to talk to you," he says and you force down a smile and the urge to hold him tightly.

"I can't bear to be without you," he tells you and you want to tell him you can't be apart from him either but you remain silent for fear you'll lose your resolve completely. He strokes your cheek gently and you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too," you tell him, seeing a spark of hope light his eyes. You shake your head and take a step away from him, "But I can't do this. I'm sorry." Before he can say anything else you tell him, "It will only hurt more the longer we wait to end this."

"We don't have to end this, now or ever," he insists as he steps towards you. "I promise I will find a way for you to be mine, not just when we are hidden away, but always. You believe me, don't you?"

"I want to," you tell him truthfully. Loki had promised several times to find a way to marry you but you thought it was false hope. "But this isn't a fairytale my prince, we don't always get a happy ending."

You want to disappear into the marble floor, to be sucked into the wall behind you or simply vanish into thin air but you can't. Instead, you must stand perfectly still and silent as you watch the dancing and merriment around you. You momentarily wish you would go back to a time when you didn't feel an ache in your chest at the mere thought of another woman being in Prince Loki's arms. Shaking your head just slightly, you chase away the thought. As much as this hurts, you will always cherish the limited time you shared with him.

The music changes tempo as the first of seven courses comes to an end. Couples begin to take to the open floor in the center of the ballroom. Prince Thor and Prince Loki make their way to the group of single, eligible women awaiting them, each at a different pace. The older prince seems to now exactly which woman he would like to spend time with first. He offers his arm to her and declares her the most beautiful woman at the ball, causing her to blush and giggle. The younger prince takes his time walking to the crowd and simply takes the hand of the closest woman without so much as glancing at her. His lack of interest does little to dampen her excitement however.

The dozen or so women who were not chosen move away from the dance area and you have to hold back a groan as they gather directly in front of you to wait for a chance with one of the princes. You can't help but listen to them discuss which prince they think is better looking or who they would prefer picked them. The first song ends and the two princes each select another dance partner. Again, Prince Thor takes little time deciding who he wants while Prince Loki simply offers his hand to the first woman he sees. You can practically hear him sigh as she holds his arm and walks quickly to the dance floor.

As the second song begins, one of the women briefly looks at you over her shoulder before motioning towards you to her friends. Your ears go red with embarrassment as she tells them the rumors of your past relationship with Loki just loud enough that she knows you will hear. Of course she gets the ending wrong. She assumes, like everyone else, that the prince grew tired of you and banished you from his bed chambers. You had to admit, it seemed a far more likely story than the truth.

You shift your attention to the ceiling for a moment, hoping that counting the candles in the chandeliers will distract you from their stares and comments. You only count to twenty seven before the sound of a glass shattering draws your gaze back to the guests. A council member laughs loudly, clearly drunk already, as a servant cleans the wine glass from the dance floor.

Your eyes scan the room and easily find Loki at the center of the crowd, a third woman in his arms. Your drawn to his face, studying his features. He smiles at the woman as he twirls her and she giggles but she doesn't know him like you do. She doesn't know that's the smile he uses at court, not the smile he shows you. Showed you, you correct yourself. He glances away, not holding eye contact with her as they move effortlessly across the dance floor.

After the final course is served, the dance floor fills for the last time and you sigh with relief that the night is almost over. You shift on your feet, looking down for a moment when the chatter of the women in front of you begins again. Why must they stand here to wait, you think to yourself.

The princes once again make their way to their potential dance partners and Thor makes his pick quickly. Loki stands in front of the women for a moment and your eyes lock with his as he looks between them.

"Pardon me," he says politely to the crowd as he moves forward, slipping past the confused women. He makes his way towards you and your breath catches in your throat. He stands in front of you and holds out his hand. You look at him, stunned by his actions. He smiles when you don't move, "Will you dance with me, my love?" Still you remain silent, looking past Loki to see how much attention his actions have drawn. "Don't look at them," he says, touching your cheek softly as you look at him again.

You steady your nerves and place your hand in his. The moment his fingers close around yours, you are surrounded by a light cloud of green, shimmery smoke. When Loki's magic fades, you are wearing a flowing emerald green gown with golden trim, perfectly matching his dress uniform. Your hair has been restyled to hold a small gold tiara with short horns, mirroring the helmet he had worn during his entrance.

"Gods, you look gorgeous in my colors," he says with a wide smile, causing you to blush. "To be fair, you are always beautiful but now it is clear to everyone here that you are mine." You feel as if your heart might burst when he calls you his, he had said it before but only when you were hidden away.

Loki keeps his fingers interlaced with yours as he leads you to the dance floor, straight through the group of now very angry women. Some cross their arms, others give you dirty looks and several make rude comments as you pass. You pause before stepping onto the dance floor, the chatter and stares coming from the guests near you holding you back. He senses your hesitation and leans down to place a kiss gently on your cheek.

Your mind can barely begin to process what is happening as he takes you straight to the middle of the dance floor. He places one hand on your hip and you place your hand on his shoulder as you had done so many times over the last few months. You and Loki shared several secret dances in his chambers and his office, he found it difficult to listen to music sitting still.

He holds you close, his eyes never leaving yours while you dance between the other guests. You focus on how amazing it feels to be back in his arms, ignoring the strange looks and whispers that surround you. He twirls you gracefully and you spin back into him, giggling as you final feel at ease. As the song draws to a close, Loki spins you one final time. When he pulls you back to him, he leans down slightly and your lips meet his.

You smile up at him, hoping this isn't a dream when you see his mother approaching you. You take a step away from Loki but he keeps his hand on your waist, not letting you go too far. You bow to the queen and she says, "I think it is my turn to dance with my son."

You nod quickly in agreement and Loki let's go of you, his magic fading instantly as your armor reappears. You walk through the crowd with your head down and return to your post, once again wishing you were invisible. The women watch you, gossiping wildly as you pass again. You can only imagine what they are saying but they are not your biggest concern at the moment.

Anxiously, you watch Queen Frigga and her son move across the dance floor. You can't hear what they are saying of course, but you can tell by her expression that there will be consequences for his actions. As the song ends you see your captain approach you and your stomach drops. Loki will not be the only one to be punished for choosing you.

"The king had summoned you to the throne room," he says in a stern voice. You nod in acknowledgement and when you look back towards the dance floor, Loki and his mother are gone.

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The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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྾ odin’s sons; thor, heimdall & baldur [from god of war & gow: r] wallpaper ྾  

◜ Now feel free to drink in the splendour of Asgard. This is a rare sight for outsiders. ◞  

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[geminigengar]

y/n in the avengers gc: everybody shut up this is a girlies of colour moment

steve: girlies of colour?

sam: aht aht! not you

bucky: what does that even mean

nat: it means ur white, james

rhodey: damn yall still talkin?

clint: its a free country

sam: its not a free group chat

y/n: show of hands gets to talk, raise ur hand if u dont burn in the sun

y/n: (🙋🏼/🙋🏽/🙋🏾/🙋🏿)

sam: 🙋🏾

rhodey: 🙋🏿

y/n: period. as i was fuckin saying-

thor: 🙋🏻

y/n: thor no

thor: i do not burn in the sun of midgard. :D

sam: goddamn it

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[psychospore]

A Second Chance

This has been sitting in my WIP pile for a while but I've finally finished writing this!

I do hope you enjoy the sequel to In Another Life inspired by @just-someone11 comment

Ok listen i knew it would be angst. I pushed back reading this knowing it would be angst but still :((((((. wonderfully written and if you find the inspiration maybe you could write Loki meeting y/n in the new life? Idk maybe as tom and yn.....oh oh oh or after Loki dies, so more reuniting in the afterlife

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Summary: An alternate life brings you and Loki together, along with it is the realization that whatever timeline you may be - you are both connected to each other

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, fluff, multiverse stuff,

You've always hated winter - maybe it's the numbing cold that you had to endure every time you have to go out or the fact that everything around you is devoid of color because of the accumulating snow.

This time around, you despised it because you had to walk home into the blizzard under heavy layers of clothing after covering an extra shift for your co-worker who caught the flu in this weather.

You buried your hands inside the fluffy pockets of your coat and hid your face under your scarf to shield you.

Loki and Thor ran through the snow-covered streets of New York chasing after the remaining HYDRA super soldier that stole a rune dagger made from the stinger of a creature from Jotunheim. The same creature in the stories guards the powerful orb. Both are directly connected to each other and have the ability to link the minds of the person's variants, accessing the past, present, and future of one's self in different multiverses. HYDRA was supposed to use the dagger to learn how to unlock this knowledge on Earth, as everything connected to it has been long lost in Asgard. The soldier was almost successful in getting away after fending off Thor and Loki by spreading nerve gas and creating chaos along the way.

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As you were lost in your thoughts, you noticed people around you starting to scramble and run away. You tried assessing the situation and noticed that a super soldier was headed in your direction. You made sure that the people were safe before stepping in and blocking the super soldier. He triggered an unpleasant piece of memory you tried to bury deep in your subconscious.

He ran straight at you, but you were able to use his momentum to throw him straight to the ground and drop an axe kick to his gut before punching him square in the face for good measure, knocking him senseless with a few broken bones.

Before starting your new life as an EMT in New York, you were secretly trained to become an assassin for years by your HYDRA captors after they discovered you were frozen in a lake in Antarctica. You exhibited great fighting skills, exceeding super soldiers even without using the serum, despite lacking any hint of memory prior to being captured. They tried experimenting on you way too many times to discover what you are or where you're from—the best they could come up with was that you were not from Earth.

You were staring down at the unconscious soldier beneath you when your scarf flew away. You scrambled to catch it, but someone got to it first. You looked at the person, and your heart pounded like a battering ram against your chest. You took the scarf and meekly said thanks, but your eyes were locked against each other.

For years, you were their best hit person, until one night you were tasked with dispatching the scientist who's been taking care of you since you arrived at the facility, as she was discovered to be a spy for SHIELD. In her dying breath, she urged you to discover who you truly were and not what HYDRA just wanted you to be. It made you run away to start a new life and be who you are now. Maybe in this new life, you could save lives instead of taking them away.

"Isn't that…" Thor whispered to Loki.

"Y/N?" Loki said as he looked at you intently, etching your very being in his mind.

"Oh no, I'm not y/n. You must have gotten the wrong person."

Nobody had ever called you y/n before but it felt like it always has when Loki says it. It felt like your name was y/n all this time, despite this being your first time hearing it. Was it even the first time?

You got lost in your thoughts when a familiar, searing heat ran through your back. Thor was quick to disarm the now-conscious soldier when he found out he used the rune dagger to stab you. Loki caught you in his arms before you started convulsing.

Memories of all of yourselves flashed before your eyes—what was, what is, and what will be all flashing before you, even your lost memory. You saw the timeline where both you and Loki died after you tried obtaining the orb by Odin's orders. You saw how you fought and defeated the creature in a different universe, with you dying before Loki could get to you and him dying in grief because of your death, encased in permafrost in Jotunheim.

There was also a brighter alternate reality where Loki was a famous actor going by the name of Tom, and there was you—a young scientist working at his grandfather's company. You caught his eye when he came there for a visit, and everything started when he invited you for a cup of coffee. You ended up marrying him and having a daughter together. It was perfect how you welcome him with a kiss every time he comes home from work and your daughter rushes to be carried in her father's arms.

You saw your own past in this universe before you arrived on Earth, Loki was about to confess his love for you when you arrived from one of your battles, and you were about to too, but Odin did not like that, so before you both could, he sent you away to obtain the orb in exchange for his blessing.

In this timeline, Loki thought you knew about his intention and you decided to run away, so he did not pursue you any further, but the reality was that, instead of facing the creature, Laufey found you first and fought against you. Your prowess and resilience made him admire you as a warrior. Instead of killing you, he ended up wiping all of your memory using the orb and banishing you to Midgard, where you were encased in permafrost, which HYDRA discovered.

It felt like forever processing everything all at once, but Loki held you tightly in his arms to protect you from hurting yourself as tears flooded your eyes. You passed out in his arms shortly after. One thing is for sure, in every timeline - you are connected to Loki by the red string of fate.

"What do you intend to do, brother, with the dagger and with her?" Thor asked, handing him the dagger and glancing at you.

Loki took the dagger and used his seidr to vanish it away. "We need to get to the bottom of this. But for now, I need to protect y/n, more than ever. I can't bear to lose her again, brother. We are bringing her to the tower for now; then we must head to Asgard." He spoke as he looked at you. He tucked in the stray hair covering your face behind your ears to take a closer look—you are indeed his y/n, the love of his life.

There are a million things running through his mind right now, but seeing you, he knew he had found a part of him that he tried to lock away when you were gone, a part that loved you and connected both of you against time, space, and all of the multiverse. He swore secretly to himself that he wouldn't lose you again—not in this timeline at least.

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[justjams2003]

Snippit

Hello everyone. I am currently jungle deep into a very long and very reward fanfic. I have been thinking long an dhard of it for a lot of time and have finally decided to write it. It is very long and I have decided not to update in chapters but one long thing. However, that means I am not currently working on any other works. Leaving my account very dry. So here is a little snippit or drabble as you all call it, to get you all excited for what is to come.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC (Star Lightdaughtir)

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Thor always seems to know where is his lover, Star is. His mother finds it simply adorable how close they are.

Word count: 450

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His heart somehow always knows where she is. Where ever she might be. Perhaps it was the universe, wanting them too forever be together. Perhaps it’s a sole bond, stringing then along.  

Of course, it always been better to follow that call.  

“Where is Star?” His mother asks, she seems to have been searching for quite some time now. “She’s in the hall, about to enter.” Right the doors of Thor’s room opens again. There she stands, though she looks much more dishevelled than usual. “Thor, I need to h-” then her mouth flies close before much else can be said.

Frigga’s brows cross and her head whips from Star to Thor. “How did you know that?” She questions, inspecting her son to make sure it isn’t the other. Though, he stands confident and doesn’t seem to be overexaggerating like Loki does. “I suppose I just always know,” his shoulders shrug and his arm hold out for his lover.  

All thought thoughts of before leave Star’s mind. All elegance returns as she glides across the floor. Her hand enters that of her lovers. He pulls her closer, by his side, his hands wander before landing on her waist. They gaze in each other’s eyes and the Queen is almost forgotten.

Almost, key word, “Now, little girl, why were you hiding away from my mother?” He raises a brow, though his words are much more silly than stern. Star’s cheeks blush up, revealing her intentions out loud. “How do you always know?” She pouts, her lip protruding out. That face just makes Thor fill in so many ways.  

He gently grazes his thumb over those pink lips. “The same way you know, now answer.” She sighs, then rolls her eyes, Thor’s grip tightens ever so slightly at the attitude. “It wasn’t that I was hiding, I couldn’t focus on the magic I was supposed to be learning when I was missing you too much.” She shrugs, her eyes gazing to Frigga with shame.  

Frigga’s heart aches. She and Odin were once like that. Craving each other at all times. Hoping to see the other wherever they go. Frigga is unsure what happened between them. Hundreds of years seemed to  drive a wedge between them. Age griping them and yanking all the small touches of affection from their love.  

“How about this? You go, use that pretty head of yours and I’ll ready a romantic night for the two of us?” He suggest, already knowing the answer by the glimmer in his partener’s eyes. “You know what? You two enjoy each other, we’ll finish some other time.” Frigga smiles, calling out before Star can answer. Her heart wanting them to love as long as they can.

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Cries of Thunder

Chapter Eighteen

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: murder, oral sex, sex worker. This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution.

A/N: This chapter was brought to you by @fairlightswiftly through coffee updates. You are a rockstar! I think you’re single-handedly getting this story finished! Lol

Fallon stood in Thor's bathroom in her borrowed robe, blinking at Loki. "This is… quite the process."

Loki laughed and shook her head, dancing dangerously sharp nails over Fallon's cheek. "It is, but it isn't. And when the bathhouse is finally finished and the mineral springs open, you will find it is even less complex. It is a true pleasure, one we have all sorely missed these last years."

Stark sadness darkened Loki's eyes, but she turned away, hiding her feelings behind a too-quick smile as she crossed to Thor's shower and began to input a sequence into the panel Fallon hadn't noticed on the wall. 

"You ingenious humans have given us acceptable alternatives, for now, including this lovely steam shower. Now, it's quite simple." She spun around and clasped Fallon's wrist to pull her closer while steam hissed from a grate inside the enormous shower, beginning to billow and obscure the glass. 

With a flick of her wrist, Loki turned off the water pouring into the bathtub, then plucked a puck of compressed… something… from within the basket they'd brought back from the bath mistress's shop.

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[springlibrary]

Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022

This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months. 

Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.

The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut. 

Dark

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.

All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.

Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​​ Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.

The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.

If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.​

Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords​ Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.

Grey

Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.

Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85​​ 💚 ​ Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?

It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles​​ 💙 ​ Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.

Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ 💚 ​ Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?

Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise​ 💔💙 Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.​

Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.

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