#brunnhilde smut

[fluffyprettykitty]

nsfw alphabet for valkyrie pls!

Pairing: Brunnhilde x reader

Word Count: 1700 words

Warnings: mention of rough sex, sex toys, oral, fingerfucking, praise kink, daddy kink, scissoring, exhibitionism, if I missed anything major let me know!

Author’s Note: tried to keep the reader a little bit gender-neutral for this one.

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NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Brunnhilde likes taking her time cuddling you and pulling you closer, kissing your arms and collarbones. Tracing all of your skin with her lips and praising you nonstop about how good you were for her. She makes you all nice and clean and checks your body for bruises and any injuries after any particular rougher playtime. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part about herself is her arms and her general body strength, she likes knowing she can overpower you at any moment and she loves pinning you down. Brunnhilde prefers a partner with an expert mouth, she likes someone who is obedient mostly and knows how to use their tongue to their benefit. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Brunnhilde knows her way around the universe and she has some very nice magical strap-ons that can produce that white liquid she loves using on her lover, loves someone who is cum obsessed as much as the next dom. She also likes finishing, again and again, consecutive orgasms are her preference for both herself and her lover. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is that she loves being praised. She loves to know she did a good job and has blown your mind, she wants each performance to be different and better than before. She puts a lot of thought into her sex marathon sessions and she wants her partner to full that to the most extent. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Brunnhilde is very experienced. Her long life has given the perfect insight into many different sex trends and many different kinds of loves of all types of alien species. She knows everything there is to know. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Scissoring. She loves suffocating you with her thigh while riding you to oblivion, watching you struggle and pant underneath her. She is into beautiful things and she loves maintaining eye contact during the act also she likes watching that bliss in your face that other positions don’t quite allow her to. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She likes making jokes, she is a natural jokester anyway and she loves knowing her partner is relaxed during the act. The longer the session, the more jokes she cracks, never at the expense of her lover even though sometimes she is known for reciting battle stories while deep inside you. 

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Immacutaly well-groomed. Brunnhilde’s skin is softer and smoother than any velvet. She loves her grooming time and she wants the same for you. She would never say no to a nice long bath session and a spa night. Applying lotions to each other is one of her favorite bonding moments. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is very intimate during the moment because she is after all a very well-hidden hopeless romantic. She loves repeating how much she loves you, she loves praising you and breaking her act to remind you that you are the most beautiful creature in the world while destroying you. She is known to tenderly caress your face when her other moments are much rougher. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Brunnhilde has no qualms when it comes to masturbating. If she feels horny enough she won’t hesitate to go to the bathroom and rub herself silly. She also famously likes doing while piloting her ship, something about looking at the vastness of the universe while her fingers are deep inside her makes her very delirious. Her favorite way to do it is sitting with one leg on the floor, one pushed on a surface for balance, and one hand over her breast. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves being called daddy, it drives her wild. And she loves to hear your voice. Loves repeating questions until you answer them. Basically, she refuses to be quiet during a sex session. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. She truly doesn’t mind where as long as you have some relative privacy. She is not a shy girl if she feels like fingering you or having you eat her out in public she expects you to do that. She loves any space as long as she can be a little vocal about it. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Moaning. Knowing what effect she has on you. Even if you let out a sigh for another reason it would turn Brunnhilde on, she loves her sounds and especially any vowels that come out of your pretty mouth. Also watching you getting more and more desperate for it. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

She would never do anything that made you uncomfortable. She is really good at picking up social cues and the minute she felt like anything could upset you she would stop and ask you if you are alright. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves pleasing you, especially in the early mornings or if she feels particularly hungry for you at any moment. She has long been an expert at it and most importantly she loves taking her time doing it and doesn’t stop until you are shaking and trembling. She loves receiving it as well but for her is only part of the foreplay and never the full meal. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Her pace is vigorous. She loves going fast and rough at it. She wants it that way, she loves watching her partner come undone but there are moments she loves staying slow and sensual, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. But her to-go thing is the rough one so she always makes sure to train you to her pleasure and benefit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only between boring bureaucratic meetings, is sometimes the only reason she will agree to go on one as long as during the break she gets to have a taste. Sometimes, if you are wearing something new she would have to taste it out immediately, and usually she doesn’t leave a place without having first fucked you at least once inside it. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Brunnhilde is hella risky. She loves experiments, she loves new toys, new positions, new places, and even new lovers. She would never hesitate to say yes to an orgy and she would always try to match her partner to her taste. Once she spots something new she will have it. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Her mythical nature gives Brunnhilde the benefit of going round after round. She loves her longer session, anything less than an hour is a waste of time for her. For her to feel properly satisfied she needs two hours maximum and maybe a nap or a bath between sessions. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Brunnhilde owns a lot of toys. From golden ones to ones filled with precious rare gems, she has all the range. She loves working them on a partner but what she loves the most is watching her lover on her bed naked and trying their toys while she instructs them on what to do. Usually with her legs open wide and slowly eating her grapes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Brunnhilde likes teasing but she doesn’t particularly like to be teased. She is going to fuck you, there’s no way she won’t at least twice in the day. But she does like getting you riled up just to hear you whine for her. She likes knowing you are always horny and ready and aching for her. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can get very loud. And she expects the same from you, and if you are not being loud she will make sure you are. Brunnhilde is truly relentless about it. She makes a mix of groans and moans, with her nostrils flaring and deep growls coming from her. She loves hearing the slapping sound of skin on skin and she loves hearing your wetness as she is pushing her fingers inside you. She doesn’t like anything being quiet, especially not her own self. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mirrors. She loves her instructions and she loves having you in her lap fingering you and pleasuring you while you can see exactly what she can do to you. Also, she is a little bit into exhibitionism, she loves knowing she can have you anywhere and that anyone and everyone could potentially hear you or see you both coming undone. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her body is shaped like a goddess. She is coming straight from a legendary tale anyway and her body can’t help but reflect that. Strong muscles and even stronger thighs wrapping around the most statuesque body you could ever gaze upon. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Brunnhilde’s sex drive is very high. She loves getting it and chasing it and loves pleasuring you mostly all the time, day and night. The best time for her is simply always, anytime, and anywhere. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Brunnhilde is never the first to fall asleep. She loves watching your face, watching you relax until you fall into a deep slumber, your muscles relaxing and cuddling closer to her. She spends her time caressing your face and dreaming of her future and past in between quieter moments. Waking up and sleeping with you in her arms is her favorite thing in the world. 

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[talatomaz]

okay, i just got back from watching thor: love and thunder and let me tell you, the way miss tessa thompson still has a hold on me after all this years…

king valkyrie was everything and her arms? lord, i was swooning and practically on my knees the entire time she was on screen

i feel like i have the motivation to write again so please send requests in for valkyrie <3 (smut preferred! - can be dark!valkyrie too!)

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[silver-pieces]

valkyrie masterlist

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[romanoffsbish]

A Trick Question

Dark!Valkyrie x Fem!R

Request

Warnings: Nonconsensual Tracking, Stalking, Jealous-Mean Val.

Smut: Daddy(V), Baby/Slut(R), Choking, Unprotected (Rough) Sex (Valkyrie has a dick), Oral(R), Overstimulation, Breeding, Total KO

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Val, that’s my cousin!” You shouted exasperatedly, this repeat argument was starting to take a toll on your mental health, and your physical wellbeing.

“Well she looked at you as if you weren’t hers!”

There was not even an ounce of sarcasm as she yelled back at you, she was dead serious, and you were honest to God taken aback by her boldly believing in her delusional eyesight.

“I’m not doing this right now,” you decided, with a swift hand you snatched up your keys, and took off before she could try to stop you.

Valkyrie was frustrated, she couldn’t quite understand why you didn’t see it yourself. Sarah might be your cousin, but the way she spends half of her time staring at your chest when you speak, it’s clear she doesn’t care about the blood that ties you to her, and that alone leads Valkyrie to consider homicide.

——

No one will ever touch you again, she would never allow a beaut like you to slip from her grasp, but for now she’ll let you blow off some steam, and when you return she’ll do the same.

However, after you were gone for an hour she began to feel uneasy about your disappearance. It was already beyond 11pm when you took off, and now it was nearing 1am without a word. Every call went to voicemail, her texts read as delivered, and your location was stalling in place around the house, telling her you’re likely in airplane mode, and it upsets her greatly that you’d be this careless with your own safety.

Valkyrie’s hands tensely gripped onto her glass, the remnants of her scotch swirled around the bottom as she lifted it up to her pursed lips. The only thing that stops her, as she slams her empty glass down and it shatters, from calling her New Asgardian soldiers is a key in the lock.

Valkyrie slipped into the kitchen, and watched you enter the house with tense shoulders, but she saw that once you looked around they fell.

“Where were you?” she reveals herself, and you jump back, hitting your head on the front door.

She knew where you were all along, you turning your phone off forced her to check on your tracker in your neck, and she saw you were up the street at a lookout with Thor as your backup. Because not only had she tracked you, but she sent her men out to surveil you, and report back to her with any developments.

“At our lookout,” you candidly replied as you slipped your jacket onto the hook, “Thinking.”

Valkyrie hummed, “Interesting,” she stepped closer to you until your back was against the door, “I was left here worried sick, and you were just up the street thinking, what about?”

With a trembling lip you answered, “Us,” you gulped before you went on, “I think we sh—.”

Valkyrie raised her hand up to restrict your access to speech, “I agree baby, we should shut your brain off, you’re too pretty to overthink.”

The oxygen deprivation left you dumb, because when she asked for permission, you nodded, “Good girl, look at you being wise,” she smiled sweetly, but her lusty eyes dared you to run.

But the sad thing is, you knew that even if you could, you wouldn’t, you’d never leave her.

Valkyrie ripped your clothing off of your body without a care in the world their significance.

Before you could protest the loss of your moms vintage shirt she’d manhandled you off the ground with two strong arms underneath your dreamy thighs, and with her tongue already buried in your cunt she slammed you onto the kitchen table. The sound of slapping echoed in the kitchen along with your subsequent wince.

The centerpiece vase also fell, spilling the surprisingly cold water all over, causing you to squeal when it pooled against your heated skin.

Valkyrie ate you out endlessly, if you asked her what her dream job was she’d say keeping you warm; sounds innocent enough, but with the fire radiating off your body it truthfully wasn’t.

It was after about the fifth orgasm, your legs trembling so hard around her head that she finally came up for air, the sight of you looking so lost in the haze made her cock twitch with desperate need, she gasped and with breathing in pure air over your intoxicating arousal, well it helped her to remember her neglected body.

Valkyrie slid your abused body up until you were centered on the table, then she decided to test Asgardian furniture producers because she climbed on top, and hovered over you in an almost menacing manner, her grin was scary, “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you’re no longer planning on saying silly things.”

With your thighs to your chest you watched as her dick entered you with one brutal thrusting of your forced lovers hips, “Fuck, don’t you see, this slutty pussy was made for me, no one else,” her grunts continued to brainwash you into a state of serenity and agreement; hope was lost.

“Now, you’re going to block Sarah, do you understand?” You didn’t. But that didn’t stop you from nodding so she’d continue to fuck you, the feeling of her still cock inside you was torture, especially when her appendage grew tired of waiting as it twitched you into a mewl.

“Good girl,” she rewarded you with a sloppy kiss, and a brutal half minute of thrusting.

“Daddy please, don’t stop,” you sobbed, like genuine tears trailed down the sides of your head and mixed with the sweat in your hair.

“Tell daddy, who does this pussy belong to?”

Not you! “Daddy”

“What about your heart?” she slid out of you, eyes trained on your trembling lip, you were struggling to answer, but no worries, she would help with a set of powerful thrusts, “Daddy!!!!”

“Your heart rests in the palm of my hands baby,” she pressed a deceivingly tender kiss to your lips as she picked up a steady pace that had you once again forgetting your situation.

Valkyrie knew how to work your body, she bit your pulse point every time she was nearing her own release, trying to time your orgasms because the thought of that felt romantic to her. An uncanny tie to your soul as she steals a piece of it from you with every moan pulled.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” she grunts directly into your ear as she felt you spasming around her, then she’s panting again as she moves in and out of you with even more hip power as your cunt tried desperately to still her weapon.

“I’m not stopping until I know you’re good and full,” she grunts, the overexertion here enough to tire her advanced physique out, but not to stop, “You’ll be pregnant with my seed baby, a little pouch of it to pudge out your stomach.”

She laughed rather maniacally, “Then you’ll soon enough be pregnant with my heir,” she choked on her words as she once again came, your walls were thickly layered in her seed, and so she added to it, causing a massive gush of it to return to her thighs. So in awe at just how much she’s produced she failed to see you’d officially gone limp on the bed, a total KO.

“Well, I think you’re full baby,” she laughed, but at your lack of response (the anticipated whimper, of need or plea she didn’t care) was had her twist her head to see you clearly, “Oh.”

Valkyrie moaned shakily when another wave of arousal came over her, “I can’t believe I fucked you to sleep,” she almost moved to act on her throbbing cocks behalf, but then she felt a strain in her shoulders that warranted sleep, and so she laid her body atop of yours, she sloppily pecked your lips, “Sweet dreams my Queen, we’ll be wed by the end of tomorrow.”

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1,334 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

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[dnvrsmedia]

Do you have any Dom Valkyrie headcannons?

DOO IIIII?? well ofc i do! she can use me however she likes

warnings : mentions of somnophilia, edging, collaring, possessiveness & impact play

Val absolutely loves to show you off (when you’re being good)

You definitely follow her around on her King duties in new Asgard

It would be more weird that you weren’t attached to her hip

ANYWAAAAY

she likes to be called king,your majesty, daddy, & sir in bed

anything deemed more masc in titles she loves

BUT when having more romantic and slow sex she loves being called Brunnhilde

she’s so into collaring

she is a dom of all doms so letting people know that you’re her’s gets her off

on your day-to days (depending on her mood) you only need to wear a necklace with her initial on it

on other days, she makes you wear your collar w all the bells & whistles

you love it either way

val is definitely sooooo possessive

oh & i think val absolutely loves pussy worship

she would live between your legs forever if you’d let her

she’s big on praise when you deserve it

and she loooooves hearing you get so worked up for her

she’s such a tease so she def mocks the way you moan when she’s edging you

that’s so hot to me though can we talk abt that 😵‍💫

her fingers pushing and prodding into you just the way she knows you like it

she forces you to make eye contact with her as her mouth is agape, silently mocking the way you scream for her

val laughing in your face when she edges you for the umpteenth time

PHEW

when it comes to punishments though ahh

spanking. so much spanking.

and not just on your ass

not just with her hand but anything she can get her hands on

flogger, riding crop, paddle, belt, you name it she’s used it

she’s also really into somno (oh i’m totally projecting here)

seeing you cry as she fucks you in half just does something for her

buuut! she isn’t always the big bad dom

she truly is a sweetheart

everything she does is to keep you safe

when she became king she realized that the safest place you could ever be is right by her side

she is a sap and hates you admit it

you can see that in her aftercare!

no matter how rough or soft the scene was, she will always take care of you

sweet words of affirmation and gentle kisses!

there’s def so much more maybe i’ll do a pt 2!!!

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[howfarethestars]

let all time slow (let all light go)

rating: e

word count: 2172

pairing: thor x brunnhilde | valkyrie

There is something poetic about the way starlight falls across the floor. Glistening like shards of a mirror, it reflects off the rows of liquor bottles and glass beer mugs that line the back shelves of the bar on the deepest level of the Statesman. How starlight even reaches down here would be a mystery if it weren’t for the massive windows that gape like the mouths of behemoths and swallow every ounce of light in the sky.

Brunnhilde blames the waxing nature of her thoughts on the glitter in her drink. She grabs the rims of the glass and swirls the liquid inside just to see how the light catches. It reminds her of the distant galaxies she soared through on Aragorn’s back. She’d always loved the stars. Her youngest memories were lit by constellations. Sitting atop her father’s shoulders, his large hands tracing lines through those distant dots as he told her stories of swans and bears.

At this point, she is well and truly wasted. She only thinks of her father when she’s wasted.

Thor is the same way. Only, where Brunnhilde keeps thoughts of her father locked up tight in her own head, Thor lets them spill out everywhere. Like the beer soaking into the light red fabric of his shirt, his emotions run out of his mouth and down his chest.

“…never thought he was a bad father,” Thor mumbles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar. He stands behind it, mixing shitty drinks for Brunnhilde to choke down. Which she does, like a champ. “Not even when I was afraid of him.”

Brunnhilde frowns. “I am not drunk enough to hear you talk about your complicated relationship with your dad,” she says, knocking back half of her glittery cocktail. She groans. Thor is no bartender. “Plus, my relationship with your dad is way worse. I mean, way worse.”

Thor lifts his head. His cheeks are flushed. In the starlight, his skin looks blue. But not his cheeks, not his lips. Those are the inciting shade of an apple, slick with morning dew. “Sorry,” he says, and Brunnhilde knows he means it. He doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean, not to her. “How old were you when you became a Valkyrie?”

Brunnhilde blinks at him. It takes a moment for her brain to retrieve the information. “I started training when I was 14.”

A smirk, lopsided and boyish, spreads over Thor’s face. “Train me.”

He’s pushing back off the bar and making his way around the other side of it before Brunnhilde can even process the words. The bar was once part of a larger dance club, or so they assumed, so there is a large tile floor open behind where Brunnhilde sits now. Tables and chairs, covered with tarp-like fabric, have been pushed out of the way. It’s the perfect place for a makeshift training room, she has to admit.

“C’mon, mighty Valkyrie,” Thor says. He grabs her elbow gently, turning the stool with her atop it. She’s just drunk enough that the movement makes her dizzy, so she reaches up to grab at Thor’s forearm for stability. “Woah, there.”

When the room stabilizes, Thor’s giving her a blinding grin. Brighter than the stars outside, he’s glowing. “Valkyries do not merely train,” she says, an echo of the words told to her by her captain so many years ago. She can still remember standing, shorter than every other girl that had shown up to try out, squinting through the sunlight at the woman who would become her greatest inspiration. “Your body will learn to break, your mind will learn to rebuild it. Can you handle it, your majesty?”

Somehow, this makes Thor look even more excited.

When Brunnhilde had first heard it, it had affected her just the same way.

They start off slow. Brunnhilde kicks his feet apart, forcing him into the proper stance. She grabs his wrists and brings them up, curls his fingers into fists, and takes a step back to examine her work. They’re both so beyond drunk that they’re not worth anything. He would be useless if she wanted to kill him, but she couldn’t inflict any damage if she wanted to, either.

“Good enough,” she says anyway. Thor beams. “I’m going to try to take you down. Keep your weight centered. Don’t try to take me down yet. Just keep yourself upright.”

Thor nods, and Brunnhilde rushes forward. She targets his weakest points, swinging a knee towards his kidneys. He absorbs the hit, wincing but never faltering. Just as he starts to grin, thinking he’s won, Brunnhilde drops down and swipes both his feet out from under him.

“Fuck!”

The impact of his body against the floor rattles the bottles on the bar shelves. Before he has a chance to get up, Brunnhilde swings a leg over his middle and straddles him. Her hands find the base of his throat. Not to choke him, just to remind him that she can.

“Tap out,” Brunnhilde says, not even winded. Thor gasps for breath under her. She feels his windpipe constrict under her palms. “C’mon, majesty. Get up so I can teach you how to properly—“

Thor’s hand is cupping the back of her head, and she’s staring up rather than down at him, now. Her legs are still wrapped around his middle, ass hovering off the ground. Thor’s body cages her in. He slides his hand out from beneath her hair, handling her with more care than anyone has in a long, long time.

The heavy thumping in her chest shocks her, the way it feels as though her heart is trying to burst free, trying to get to him. And oh god, are her hips lifting towards his? Is her mouth parted from shock, or to allow his tongue to slip inside?

Thor leans down, and all that erratic beating of her heart stops at once, but instead of pressing his lips to hers, he brings them to brush against her ear. “What was that, Valkyrie?”

Her body is on fire, skin alight. Alcohol dulling the senses must be a myth. She feels Thor’s barely-there touch in every corner of her body. She smells not just the booze that clings to his breath or the sweat on the back of his neck, but him. He smells like the air before a storm. He smells like anticipation.

“Thor…” she breathes, the want dripping from her voice.

He lifts his head until he’s hovering just inches above his face. For a long moment, he doesn’t speak. His eyes rake over her face. Somehow he makes even stillness sinful.

When he finally speaks, he steals the breath from her lungs. “Teach me how to properly fuck a Valkyrie.”

“Gladly,” she breathes, then tilts her chin until her lips meet his.

It’s a messy, drunken kiss, their first. But it doesn’t occur to Brunnhilde to mind, doesn’t even occur to her to note the significance of first, not yet.

They shouldn’t be doing this on the floor. If she were to put her hand down, she’d probably be touching at least 3 layers of grime and sticky residue, but Brunnhilde can’t find it in herself to be disgusted. Not when the king of Asgard’s deft fingers are sliding her pants down over her hips. Not when he’s grabbing the backs of her knees, prying them open, placing them over his shoulders.

He’s a devotee at the altar. His mouth makes a scalding path from her right knee up to her thigh. Pulsing, intoxicating heat runs through her core.

It takes every ounce of strength she has to keep from squirming away from him. She wants this, so badly it hurts, so badly that it scares her. Thor must sense it, because he leans back, dragging his hands up from behind her knees to rest on her hips. His fingertips press into her skin, just hard enough for her to feel it, for it to ground her.

The moment slows. Brunnhilde lifts her head to see the top of Thor’s, trying to memorize the sight of Asgard’s young king buried between her thighs. It’s a beautiful thing. The stars wink at her from behind his head. She reaches down and tangles her fingers in his cropped hair, dragging her nails over his scalp. Thor moans, to her delight.

Thor’s mouth finally makes contact with her core, eliciting a strangled moan of her own. Her grip on his hair tightens. It’s been a long time since anyone had gone down on her. Her hookups on Sakaar tended to be short and sweet, just good enough to take the edge off, never good enough to take the same person twice.

When Thor’s tongue moves against her, licking a fat stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit, she thinks she may be ruined. He laps at her steadily with a skilled tongue. How much experience has he had, she wonders? How many maidens had he cut his teeth on? How many court ladies came undone beneath him the same way she feels herself breaking now?

She is overtaken with the urge to ask him. As if his history is hers for the taking. She wants to understand. He moves his tongue, the stiff peak of it, in a quick circle. Who taught him that? When did he learn?

Brunnhilde writhes against the floor, wishing despite the grime that she was naked. In her drunkenness, it takes her a long moment to realize she can be. She can be, without even disturbing Thor’s so-very-important work. So she leans up, pulling her tank top over her head, exposing her tiny lace bra. It had been found in a pile of similarly useless pretty things in some closet, thoroughly washed, and given to her by a blushing Thor.

He had guessed her size.

This was always going to happen.

Thor had begun working his way under her skin from the moment she first laid eyes on him. He was always going to get this close. She was always going to put up a little fight, then let him.

It’s inevitable when his tongue pushes inside her. More than just the cliche of right, it feels as though he was always there. Just out of reach.

One of his hands abandons her hips and slides down. A long, slender finger traces the curves and lines of her lower lips. A second spreads her open, giving Thor that much more access. A groan falls from her lips.

“Is this,” Thor breathes, pausing in the middle of his sentence to wrap his lips around her clit and suck, then pull away again, “the proper way, hm? To fuck a Valkyire?”

Brunnhilde hums. “It’s one of many proper ways.”

Thor laughs against her, then continues his work. Those deft fingers slip one by one inside of her, widening to stretch her. It feels glorious. For a long while, he doesn’t move them in or out. Instead, he alternates between curling upwards and opening her up.

She hurtles towards orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly. As she feels the first build, she’s already aching for another. She wants him in every way she can get him. She craves his weight on top of her body, the sight of him beneath her, the burn of him deep inside.

Pathetic, she feels pathetic for just a moment. A visit from her sober mind. A reminder that she is unworthy of this, and that she will inevitably ruin Thor by contact, that they’re both just drunk and horny and none of it will mean anything come hangover and morning.

But then she comes, and the thoughts are banished.

For a moment. (A longer moment than usual, at least.)

When Brunnhilde comes down, she pulls her hands out of Thor’s hair. She inspects her nails, subtly, to make sure she hasn’t drawn blood. Thor presses one last kiss to her clit, then slides his fingers out of her. He brings those two fingers to his lips and licks them clean.

Brunnhilde almost melts into the metal floor.

Thor presses the palms of his hands into the stiff muscles of her thighs, massaging as he asks, “Are you okay to keep going?”

Brunnhilde leans up, pressing her lips to his. She tastes herself there, amongst the liquor and sweat. She had planned on pulling back to tell him, “Yes.”, but the longer she kisses him, the less she wants to stop. It’s enough answer as anything, though, when she slips her hand into the waistband of his pants. Thor groans against her lips when she finds his cock.

She snickers, pulls back. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

Thor meets her gaze. There’s not an ounce of amusement in his one remaining eye, only want. Then he smiles into a kiss and clutches her hips again. “I’m all yours, Val.”

Brunnhilde believes every word.

“Let’s find a bedroom, then, shall we?”

A slick grin spreads across Thor’s face. “After you.”

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[marvelslittlewhore]

Valkyrie

Angst: ꕥ | dark: ☾ | smut: ✮ | fluff: ❀

Nothing yet...

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[paige-from-my-book]

Monday Smutday!

Wow! I’ve gotten a lot of likes on these recently. Unfortunately, I don’t really have one in the works for my current stories, BUT I am working on a new fanfic and just barely have a few paragraphs of one. This one probably won’t be online for a while (sorry to tease y’all) (ah who am I kidding, no I’m not) and will be a long one. Not sure if I’ll make it a two part series or just one really long one. Also, I apologize to all the DC fans that are probably looking at my page now with the Supergirl fanfic, but HERE’S SOME MARVEL STUFF. That’s right, I’m writing a fanfic about Valkyrie during her time with Oden’s army. 

“In that moment, seeing her so open and so trusting of me makes my heart melt. She’s leaving herself bare for me. She’s so raw and loyal and FUCK I can’t get enough of her. I have to give her something as well. 

“Say my name,” I murmur into her lips. The way her fingers tangle into my hair at my breath on her clit make it hard to focus on just one part of her body. But I work my tongue against her for a few more moments before I pull back again. My hands run up and down her body, appreciating every curve of her muscles. “Eir, say my name.”

“Are you sure?” she gasps as I move my tongue back down so I can fully taste her before working her closer to the edge.I nod and hum as I feel how wet she is. She’s so ready for me to push her over the edge, but there’s one thing I need more than anything.

“Brunnhilde, this is amazing. Oh gods, Brunnhilde,” she cries. 

I feel her legs tighten around me and feel an echoing clench in my own core as her lips move against my chin, hungrily grasping for anything in relief. I keep moving my tongue around that bundle of nerves until she’s weakly combing her fingers through my hair. Then I move down to her wet pussy and indulge myself in her taste more. She hums approval and I thrust my tongue into her, licking up her desire.”

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Discipline

Pairing: Brunnhilde + Jane Foster x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 920 words

Outline: What happens when Jane and Brunnhilde return to their chambers only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside you?

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, power play, face sitting, finger fucking, overstimulation, pet names, objectification, scissoring, not beta read, if I missed anything lmk, my brain is a little mush lately!

Author’s Note: I felt like some smut for these wonderful ladies in honor of thor's release today, lemme know what you think and if you'd like more!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics //​ banners by @maysdigitalarts​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist ・❥・Jane Foster Masterlist

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Do you think she can handle it?" The black-haired woman asks the other one, worry evident in her voice.

"She's so eager to please she will make sure she will." The blonde hair winks at her and presses your legs down towards the mattress. In response, you huff and squirm trying to move your legs away but Brunnhilde only slaps them apart.

"Don’t disrespect your king.” She warns you and scoffs. 

“Be a good girl for us, come on. You are the one who wanted this anyway," Jane reminds you, her fingers brushing against your thighs softly. All you can do is whine again spreading your legs apart of your own volition, and sitting prettily waiting for whatever was next. 

"Please…" you mewl squirming your legs trying to close them but Jane held them tightly. Her big muscles shone brightly against the night light. 

"Is too much. " You shout and your whole body shakes to the rhythm of your fifth orgasm. Was an hour ago when they had pinned you down for disobeying them. But it wasn't your fault they were away so much on business and whatnots. What were you supposed to do when your pussy ached so? You needed some release and they walked inside the chambers battle clad in just the right moment to torture you and thus the punishment began. 

Jane and Brunnhilde were co-ruling Asgard together and they had been together for some time. Yet one fateful night, one night that truly felt like any else, you didn't expect them to show interest in you, just another humble maid. One beckoning stare from Jane and another from Brunnhilde and there you were their new shiny toy. That was six months ago now you were on their bed, naked as the day of light and crying from too much pleasure. 

"If you wanted to cum so bad what else is there for us to do than to make sure you won't stop cumming, huh?" 

“We only want to please you, sweet one, what else can we do? Look at how eager your poor pussy is. I don’t think she is even close to enough yet.” 

“Think after this we bound to teach her some manners or bet yet tie up her legs and never let her cum again without us. What do you think, baby?”

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.” Jane beams at her wife and looks at you with a darkened stare. You moan again, your clit now oversensitive as you watched Brunnhilde proceeding to remove her armor. Without further ado, she lands her pussy on yours and begins wildly riding you. 

"You're nothing but my sex pet, pretty one, did you really think you're even allowed to make your own decisions? No, you thought wrong. Time for you to do whatever I tell you to do." 

Jane lets go of your legs and as if they have an unspoken agreement she removes her clothes as well and proceeds to sit on your face, her body facing Brunnhilde's. The sound of them loudly making out moaning at your touches while you were struggling to lick Jane made you even hornier. Tonight you'd truly learn just how much you could take. A glance at the golden mirror next to the bed held the most perfect picture for you. You are perfectly planted by your two lovers holding on to one another. Breasts brushed over each other as they used and worked your body to their pleasure. You were nothing but their pet and you were very glad to be so. 

"Harder!" Jane yells at Valkyrie and all she does is drill your body to the mattress riding you with incredible ferocity. Is clear who was calling the shots but this was only evident inside the confidence of these royal champers. Outside, they were both vicious strick co-rulers. Brunnhilde extends an arm to Jane's pussy rubbing her feverishly, a favor Brunnhilde returns immediately. While the blonde woman was riding your face the way she needed you to not giving you a lot of space to breathe. They loved using you, working your body as if it was nothing but a toy and nothing more than a golden coveted object. It was everything you ever wanted and more. You spend your days and nights close to their chambers or on the rare ocassion bound to their tents when they went on a trip. 

They had a pact that they would always cum together which you found endearing. You found out about this deal early on, and it surprisingly warmed your heart. Jane is the one to cum first as per usual which only makes Brunnhilde break out into a thunderous moan screaming and crying out her name. They loved repeating each other names like that, moaning and screaming as if to establish dominance over one another. 

Satisfied in their pleasure they both use your body for as long as they need to. 

“Time for a snack.” The black-haired woman says happily and points to you which makes the blonde woman nod positively in response. 

They crush their lips against each other, hungrily kissing until they both kneel in front of your pussy and together start assaulting you with their tongues making you cum once again. You should have known you would have been the snack yet sometimes your brain got really hazy cause of them. 

If all punishments ended up like this maybe you'd be naughty more often.

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[yelena-belovas-gun]

MASTERLIST

Requests: Open [★] Closed []

Rules:

Female reader only.

No poly relationships (only because I suck at them T-T)

No genderbending

Marvel Women Only <3

No homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia, etc.

Be nice when requesting

If you want to be tagged, let me know via dms or by anonymous ask <3

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Miniseries:

Last Resort Part One Part Two

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MORE CHARACTERS WILL BE ADDED OVER TIME &lt;;3

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[widowsofchaos]

𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬

summary: if Asgardian mead can transcend two super soldiers into three sheets in the wind, then is there Asgardian herb to send a smoker like you to Vallah? pairing: Thor x black!enhanced!reader (established/married relationship) ao3 warnings: herbal smoking, smut (porn with plot), and filthy use of astral projecting. a/n: Guardians of the Galaxy cameo, Rocket being a furry menace. New Asgard cameo. Valkyrie cameo. Just a self-indulgent piece on my love for Thor, and weed. For @canumoveurseatup-no​ cause we’re Thor and weed loving whores. This was finished way long ago, like way before MoM came out, so the writing style isn’t up to my liking. It was just a self-indulgent fix it, I guess.

“You’re really not going to share? Really?!”

Furry pointed ears flex agitatedly, tiny palms kneed into his eyes, claws dually scratching his furry face --- small paws stomp on the floor akin to a toddler, grieving as if the world is against him; on all floors as he bounces on the flooring, hunching over as he snarls in withdrawing agitation --- all for galactic weed.

A click of the tongue, “Look at him --- I told you it’s good.” Krog laughs as he packs handfuls of herb in the plastic bag, as the snarling scavenger twirls around his ankles. The rock-being stood frozen, in amusement to watch the tiny animal have a withdrawal, standing next to him is his Asgardian liege.

In his palm, marveling at the Asgardian herb that was glowing with golden streaks within the stems, luckily seeds were saved before the disaster of Asgard; now nurtured, and gardened in Norwegian soil.

“I am Groot.” The teenaged tree-being grunts, with his arms crossed against his chest. “He is a jerk!” Rocket shouts, his claws scratching the wooding; a high-pitched yelp emits from the unhinged raccoon.

“Oh hush --- you know he’s going to pack us some.” A green palm grabs Rocket by the vest, as he flails, his furry tail twirling; small teeth gnawing the air at the mere act of being man-handled.

A sweet low giggle, “You know he’s just teasing.” Gamora nestled Rocket between herself and Peter on the couch; Peter too engrossed in the newest gorey Mortal Kombat video game with Drax to even jab a joke or two.

Rocket nearly wails, head thrashing against the cushioning of the couch, “I need some now!” Never one to lose his composure, always snarky with his jokes, and remarks. Gamora shushes him once more, as she pats his head gently with her green fingertips.

Krog nudges Thor by the elbow, catching his attention. Handing Thor two massive bags of herbs, and blunts --- expertely. Years spent on Midgard, Krog took up a multitude of hobbies, and conveniently, one of them is rolling up.

“Two?! Look at those big bags!” Gamora shushes Rocket again, fingertips stroking the fur between his ears.

“Do not worry, you will get your fix.” Thor teases, jacket zipped, and ready to take his leave back to the States. Rocket grumbles, snout pouting, as Thor gives his goodbyes.

The brisk Norwegian air fans against his face, a nice reprieve on his skin. Stepping out of the bricked home, he basks in the scenery for a moment.

Catching his sight, perched against the wall of the house by her foot is Brunnhidle. Flickering on a light, igniting her joint, that clung between her lips. Thor hums, leaning on his hip, “How does it feel?”

She exhales a long puff of air, “Amazing. It’s been too long.” She gazes up at the sodden sky with blissful content. Cocking her head to her shoulder, her mirthful eyes catch his. Gesturing to him with the jut of her chin, “Taking some home to my wife?”

Thor playfully grumbles under his breath, “Yes,” he huffs. Brunnhilde breathes a chuckle, “Please, you will tell me how she’ll handle it.” It’s no secret Thor’s precious wife is a little pothead, and has been one of the loudest to hound for the special Asgardian herb.

The blunt that glows with streaks of gold within the twisted wrinkles of the paper is marveled between her fingers, blowing a gust of smoke, “You know she’s going to become a little crackhead for it.”

Thor belly laughs, “When is she not?”

---

Tiny snuffles breathe against your breast-bone --- soft plump cheeks, the slope of a button nose --- as heart-shaped baby lips suckle against the swelled tit; chubby fingers grip sweetly yet with youthful vigor the collar hem of your shirt, tugging it more under your breast.

The infant drinks his milk with joy, doe-eyes gleam at you with such wonder, and innocence, as your fingers fondle tenderly in his thick locks of hair.

Caressing his fuzzy dome, as he drank from you --- the fifth time today --- only five months old, yet already has an appetite that rivals his own father.

Cradling him in your arms, shoulder-blades leaning against the head-board --- supported by massive plush pillows --- pinching fingertips toys with his curls that springs back in shiny coils, his toes curling against the skin of your belly.

The nape of his small head is held by the crock of your elbow, dripples of milk seep from the corner of his mouth, wiping it by your finger, you coo at your son. “My baby boy, so hungry.” Chin to chest, as your lips featherly kiss against his temple; nuzzling the tip of your nose within his curls.

“Bjørn, ljúfi drengurinn minn. Líf mitt.” Bjørn, my boy. My life. The Icelandic language no longer fumbles from your tongue awkwardly --- like it did during the months of your pregnancy.

It was set in stone, a goal to learn the language that was closest to old Norse; an homage to your husband, and a catalyst for your son to grow up proud of his roots.

Bjørn Erik Odinson, born at 4:50 a.m, 8.8 pounds, skin as brown as shiny garnet, pudgy rolls adorning his arms, and legs, small toes that you love to munch on, just to hear his beautiful laugh.

Bjørn excitedly huffs, tit still in his mouth; snuggling him closer to your chest, you trace his pudgy cheek, the slope of his button nose.

You thank your God, and the Gods of all nine realms, for bestowing this fate. For your husband, for your baby, for your surrogate family --- it's everything you ever dreamt for.

A creak lingers near the doorway, your eyes dart upwards --- to catch Thor cheekily standing at the entrance; it’s comical how his bulky shoulders, and towering height just barely fit against the door-frame.

Also --- it’s eerie how a massive 200+ molded demigod that has the power over thunder can tread in silence --- when he wants to, usually he walks around in life as the embodiment of a golden retriever.

Out-stretching your open palm, fingers wiggling; Thor gets the hint, he walks happily towards you, a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

He belly-crawls upon the bed, on his arms, and knees; seeking out your warmth, as his arms circle around your midriff, kissing the small soles of Bjørn’s feet.

“I miss my little bear cub,” another kiss on his tippy toes, “And I’ve missed my queen.” His lips find the flesh of your tummy, an open-wet kiss; suckling the flesh. His lips trail your skin, to the pouch of your belly, a little remnant of your baby weight.

Bjørn’s small toes curl softly against Thor’s forehead, earning a chuckle from him. Thor nuzzles his nose against Bjørn’s under foot, the bridge of his nose wiggles under his small toes.

His milky fingers gently strokes the soft skin of his chubby leg, his blue gems staring adoringly at his son.

“So --- how’s my wife?” You breathe a snicker as Thor pinches the meat of your thigh playfully, earning a squeal from you.

“Brunnhilde is doing just wonderful.” Thor lazily smiles, laying his head back on your stomach. “New Asgard is thriving, and growing.” Thor nuzzles his face against your tummy, as Bjørn drinks from you.

There’s something weighing on your tongue, you’ve been waiting all day for this --- matter-of-fact, you’ve been waiting for months to finally experience the Asgardian high. You nudge your ankle at the arch of his back, Thor happily peers up at you.

“Did you get it?” Your eyes widen owlishly, with fervent yearning. Thor hums, the vibration tickles the slope to your navel, “My queen, you’re insatiable.”

His breath fans your skin, enticing you, you whine, “Thor.” Your ankles shuffle against his midriff, as he belly-laughs.

“Yes, yes.” He spoke through his chuckles, “I made sure to get it.” He kisses you once more.

---

“Thanks again for agreeing to watch him.” You spoke, as you held your son against your chest.

Bjørn’s small fist fondles your golden chain, his little snorts under his breath, you kiss his head with a nibble. “Of course, I just love Bjørn.” Wanda’s hands wiggle, gesturing in ‘gimme gimme’ with the biggest stretched smile, split from ear to ear. Cradling your son in her arms, fawning over him in glee.

“The boys can’t wait to see him, they just love to show Bjørn their toys.”

It was only natural for Bjørn’s godmother to baby-sit him.

Ever since Wanda got her sons, and husband Vision back --- through a turbulent journey of the multiverse where hundreds of different realities branch off from the original where you reside, where you found your brother-in-law alive, by the guiding hand of time-travel, learning the existence of variants, the Watcher above time and space, by the help of Dr. Strange, and his malice other-half, bumping into different Peters --- all whilst pregnant --- to the birth of your son; it’s been a tough long year.

It’s so much more to tell, but recounting in memories pains your brain, and rather rest from it. It’s over and done with, and now everyone can start anew once again.

Bjørn’s little arms encircle the slope of Wanda’s neck, as she nuzzles her face against his cheek.

Bjørn held lovingly against her chest, worries of separation eases itself in your chest --- separation anxiety has been riddling you intensely, if your son wasn’t latched on your chest, you were a wreck.

And so was he.

But this is needed, alone time with the love of your life --- and finally, oh yes finally, able to inhale the sweet Asgardian weed. It was brought up in conversation years ago, when three of your closest friends were alive, and well --- the memory of their happy faces floods tears in your eyes, you miss them dearly.

Rolling up blunts, Tony, Clint and yourself being the weed experts --- Tony was hounding Steve to take just one inhale, practically begging him; nudging the blunt near him.

Thor watched on in amusement.

Unprovoked, boasting in his tone, goblet pinched between his fingers, “On my planet, our herbs are much stronger.” And without such a glance upon you all, he gulps a hefty swallow of his mead, not one spared look.

Tony, and Clint frozen stiff in their seats, eyes widening as fish-eyes, as you stared at Thor agaped, your blunt falls on your lap, mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me, point break?”

“The Aryan Jesus has the nerve to hold out on us!”

“More like Judas!”

Thor chuckles as he gups down the last of his mead, turning his head to glance at all of you, “It’s more used for ceremonies.” Everybody snickers except for Tony, Clint and yourself; more of a jest towards all three of you.

“Darling,” You cut in, crawling on your hands and knees on the couch, nearing a smug Thor, “what are you talking about?” You began pawing at him as a cat.

Onyx painted tips gripping his massive biceps, “Baby, baby, baby---”slithering on his lap, “When were you going to tell me? Me. Of all people, me.”

Thor nearly went cross-eyed as his nose met yours, “You need to bring some---” everyone is crippling in laughter, as you climb on Thor as a little chimp on an oak tree.

It was a fun night, mostly with you badgering Thor to bring some weed back from his planet, with little teasing, ‘Just quickly go home, and come back with it.’ But Thor would shush you with his delicious lips, his arm looped around the nape of your neck, reminding you that the weed back home has become sparse, mostly harvested for special occasions, but he promised to bring some when he could.

Unfortunately, chains of events over the years prevented it from happening --- until now.

“See you later, my baby.” Bjørn giggled as you attacked his plump cheeks with kisses, but another set of lips kissed his curly dome; you felt him, towering over you, his crotch slowly growing for you. “My sweet boy.” Bjørn’s toothless smile gleams with such innocence, and pure happiness, with a little bob of his head against Wanda’s cradling palm.

It was hard for you to part from your son, especially for Thor, he had to compose himself, always wanting his son laying on his chest, caressing his plump cheeks, always carrying his son in his arms everywhere.

Both of you wave as Wanda leaves with your son, his diaper bag hanging at her shoulder --- just for one evening. He’ll be back later, you kept reminding Thor.

A shaky sigh leaves his lips, as the elevator closes, Wanda waves with Bjørn’s little chubby hand in hers.

Twirling on the soles of your feet, you place your open palms on his chest, shushing him. Thor’s eyes closed, his cavity nearly shattering, “It’s okay, baby. It won’t be long till our little cub is back. He’s not even sleeping over.” Standing on the tips of your toes, kissing his molded chest, his thick biceps encircle around your waist, lifting you up.

You kiss the tip of his nose, hugging the slope of his neck with your arms; as he rocks you back and forth.

---

“Are you ready, my love?”

A joint pinched between his fingertips, within the wrinkled twistings was fluorescent glimmers of rainbow colors --- its scent was potent, yet intoxicating. Just a small whiff of it is strong to your senses. Anxious hands try to paw at his wrist, but Thor holds it far from you, tsking you.

“Patience,” Thor muses, kissing your forehead, pacifying your huffs, softly stomping your foot. “You must inhale carefully. Please, my love.” His fingers cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb strokes your skin, you mewl.

“I promise.”

---

It’s idyllic.

It’s --- there’s no words to describe the high you’re experiencing. Time ceases, your skin prickles with goosebumps; you felt as if you were floating on your back. Laying down on the carpeted flooring, spread eagle, as Thor rests his head on your belly.

Splotches of colors paint the air, your tongue is delighted, as if you can taste the chromas. Soon the atmosphere shifted shade --- from calm dewy sunlight to a serene verdant cast upon the living space.

Gleaming through the ceiling high windows, daylight settles calmly; the atmosphere is soothing.

As if landing on another planet, you both star-gazing into the skies of a foregin galaxy.

Both of you frolicking around the empty compound, naked, tearing each other's clothes off, rolling around the carpeted floor; kissing, and dry humping.

It’s delirious, and you laugh, and he laughs --- you both can’t stop. Reality shifts into another plane of existence --- as if you left Earth.

“Thor, where are we?”

“In our own world, my love.” He hugs you, lifting you up in the air, melting into a field, the grass feels soft like the pillows back home. You can let go, a nether land; it’s amazing.

You look up to the sky, you can see the moon up close, yet far enough. Gazing upon it, you whisper “Thor, do you see that?” Pointing up at the sky, milky lavender with twinkling stars, it looks like the northern lights down on Earth.

A surge of emotions bloom in your chest, such deep love for Thor, for Bjørn, for life --- life, life, life. You’re alive, it’s okay to feel pain, feel everything life gives.

Is this a coming to Jesus moment?

“I love you.” You wail, tears fall down your cheeks, “Oh God, I love you.” You cry, a smile that makes your cheeks hurt, your hands on his chest, head falls back.

You look down to see Thor is crying too, but that toothy smile fades into a wrinkled frown; shushing him, hands on his cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby.” Kissing his nose, the crease between his brows, the slope of his nose, and his lips.

“Why are you crying?”

Thor cries like a baby, sputtering, “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” Overcome with emotions, rubbing his wet eyes with his hands, sniffling. As if a balm, you soothe him, small kisses on his quivering lips. Cocooning him in the warmth of your embrace, you lean your weight on him, holding onto him.

His massive biceps ensnare around your body, pinning you against him. He’s overwhelmed with love, his love for you, and Bjørn, the love for his brother --- he’s just so overcome with happiness, and yet it makes him cry.

Because of the pain that had to occur for this light.

---

“Slab that fucking butter on it, babe.” You slur, clumsily your tongue licks your dry lips, stomach rumbling hungrily, as Thor’s massive bear hands slather guabs of butter on the cherry frosted pop-tart.

Your cheek squishes against his bicep, droopily your eyes close, and open, unevenly one after the other.

It’s been an hour since Thor and you come down from your delirious high --- and soon, beastly appetites come crashing down.

Thor scruffs down the tart, as you stuff small chunks of strawberry treat into your mouth, the creamy butter melts in your mouth.

Thor leans down, licking crumbs from the corner of your mouth, his warm tongue lapping at your lips. You giggle, as he playfully nibbles at your cheek.

His thick arms encircle around your waist, pulling you to his chest, lifting you in the air effortlessly. Squealing, nose scrunching at his wet lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Totinos with M&Ms, the warmth of the totinos melted the chocolate, creating a delicious coating. Mouthfuls of junk food, with hooded eyes, and cheeks puffed as chipmunks. Giggling as little toddlers, sharing sloppy kisses, able to lick the gooey chocolate from his mouth; sucking on his tongue.

The kitchen counter is littered with open bags of chips, candy wrappers, and boxes of pizza squares. It’s a jungle of high carbs, and fattening sugar, but the intense munchies are astronomical.

“Wow.” Mobius chuckles at the kitchen’s entrance, arms crossed against his chest; a warm flick of a tongue at the shell of his ear jolts him. Arms encircle around Loki’s chin rests on the jut of his shoulder, “This is nothing new, my brother can feast as three horses.”

“And so can she.”

What a comical but endearing sight for Loki and Mobius to capture, coming back home from jet-riding in the compound’s lake.

The two lovers gawk with mirth in their eyes, watching you and Thor devour sugary snacks, concoctions of a mind-blowing haze. The lingering high makes your minds float, nuzzling your noses together, giggling.

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Bellies full with junk food, giggles echo, and bounce in the air; the room smells heavily of herb. Your thigh is looped around Thor’s tummy, your arm sloped over his chest, as he holds you close with his thick bicep. Fingertips soft as petals caress his blonde chest hair, scratching him.

“My love,” your limbs stretched lazily, satisfied, and cozy; Thor purrs under your touch. Cradling you closer to his chest, practically laying on top of him.

A naughty thought lights up above your head, remembering the little idea you conjured up a few weeks ago, wanting to try with Thor.

“I have a surprise for my king.” You whisper against the base of his throat, a wet smooch. Thor hums, “And what is that, pussycat?” You giggle low, “My love, what would you do if there were two of me?”

A rumble of a growl vibrates inside his chest, “You know what I would do.” You purr, nibbling at his chest, “What would you do?” Breathy whispers, goading him, needing to feed, and fuck on his feralness.

His palm cups at your neck, pulling you to his lips; slick lips, tongue dancing, teeth gnashing. His fingers cradle your chin, making sure you don’t slip away from him. “Naughty,” his lips flick at your lip, “My love is naughty minx.” A shit-eating grin forms on your mouth.

“What are you thinking?”

“Imagine it, baby.” You perch yourself up, thighs parted by his belly, slowly crawling down his body, your kisses following in the wake of your bodily heat; loud kisses that spurs Thor on. Moving downward on his body, with wet open kisses in your wake, dull scratches on his belly skin.

“Oh my love, what a treat I have for you.” You whisper against his pelvis, just an inch above his cock; already hardening. Hunched over, your fingers begin to zap at the tips, “A thank you just for you.”

Violet magnetic energy seeps from your fingertips, soothing Thor’s mind --- settling his spirit to an ease, a moan filters in his ears, but your lips didn’t move. He squints his eyes --- another arm floats near behind your back, springing alive.

Rolling behind you was --- you. Naked, and wanton, but with slick straight hair that reaches your bare breasts. Thor’s eyes widen owlishly. Arms seeking out for him, caressing his legs as your lips slither between your slick lips, licking a stripe against his cock.

Now, bare and at his mercy, were two of you, with lustful feline eyes.

A breath catches at his throat, as you both roll your tongues, purring as cats. Pawing at him, comfortably perching yourselves at his hung, wet, pulsing cock; it twitches making your two halves cross-eyed.

You flick the tip of your tongue at the swollen head, making your clone giggle. Bowing its head down, softly taking Thor’s tightening balls in the warm cave of its mouth.

He growls low in his throat, his head falls back, memorized, drunk off the pleasure, babbling to himself, to you, low moans, murmurs that catch your ears that he loves you, and only you.

Milking him in your mouth, as your other half licks, and drenches his balls with saliva; trailing down to the satiny stretch of skin that connects to his ass. Slurps, and moans make Thor’s eyes roll to the back of his skull.

Spit coats the jut of your chin, shiny, as your duplicate tugs Thor’s sack between slick coated lips; trailing a lick upwards, the pink muscle tracing every ridge of veins. Taking turns gagging on him, spit bubbles pops and soaks his cock, and the corners of your mouths.

Bobbing your head with vigor, his cock hitting the back of your throat ---- gawk gawk gawk. Eyes watery to the brim, having Thor melt under your touch, and the power of your mouth.

“I wanna taste his cock too.” Your other-half whines pathetically, nudging your shoulder in jealousy, his cock escapes your lip, with a pop, and an airy gurgle; heavily breathing through your nose.

With a gentle grip of his cock, slapping your clone’s wanton tongue with his dick, his salty semen coating its mouth.

Your other hand glides against its spine, gripping the nape of its neck; its hair bone-straight now in a makeshift ponytail, guiding it down Thor’s dick.

Thor’s eyes were blown black with lust, his chest heaving intensely, every fiber of his being shaking; sweat collects at his brow, and neck, his massive hands clawing and clenching the bed-sheets. His toes curl, snarling, teeth gnawing at the air, groaning gutturally.

What a sight --- so filthy, so debauched.

And you’re all his.

“Make him cum,” You hiss, your eyes bore into his, nearing the shell of its ear, “make him cum deep in your throat.” Goading Thor, a full stripe of your tongue against his pubic-bone, to feel his trimmed hair against your soft tongue --- it just fuels you more.

“You like it, baby.” He nods hastily, you snicker, the wet gags echo, “You love it when I use my throat as a cock sleeve for you.”

“A slut, a filthy slut, and I love you.” Thor shrills a whine, “A dirty succubus --- guh, mine, all mine--- all UUGhh.” Thor’s spine arches off the bed, beating his fists against the mattress, as his cock spurts cum deep down the duplicate’s throat; gagging, and gurgling happily.

Thor’s head blops against the pillow, trying to catch air into his lungs, ragged breaths. The mixture of his high and the bliss of an incredible orgasm fuzzies his head.

As he recollects himself, he tucks his head down --- both you and your clone stare at him with feral grins, all fangs, waiting like predators to bounce. A gasp catches at Thor’s throat.

As you crawl over his toned thighs, perching yourself on his hips, and your clone slithers upon his chest, gently grazing the puss against his torso, reaching his face; thighs hover his face. Soaking mound winking back at him, and he growls.

Without any hesitation, he tugs your duplicate downward to his yearning mouth, but it giggles, refusing to go down so easily. He whines like a puppy.

You tsk at him playfully, aligning yourself, your folds hugging, and gliding down on Thor’s thick veiny cock; to finally with the tender guide of your palm, hovering over his weeping cock.

“Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, cut down by pussy.” Swiftly your cunt swallows him whole, to the hilt, as you rested at his hips.

He groans, pretty pink lips parting, as your counterpart seats on his face tenderly. A groan rumbles deep in his throat, as his tongue laps at your velvety folds.

“My queen.” He growls, devouring your cunt, as you rode him wildly, blindly; in a frenzy. His balls slap against your puckering asshole, his massive hand on your asscheeks, as the other laid firm on your clone’s hip.

It’s bliss, to not only have one but two of you, taking him apart --- the pleasure that swirls in his chest must be what warriors feel entering Vallah. Bruising fingertips cling onto hips, guiding your soppy cunt on his tongue, slurping as a mad man.

His mouth slathered in your juices, tastes sweet just as you. The jut of his chin soaked, shining; watering his beard. Your other half grips the headboard, Thor’s beard chafing inner thighs, unabashedly grinding on his mouth --- and you felt it all.

Overstimulated at the sensation, your cunt ignited by the pleasure of his tongue, grinding him. Your clit is throbbing, and hot. Your sex is ingited, soaking Thor’s thigh, slick as you glide back and forth, balls deep. He can feel your puckering asshole on his balls, your chest heaving; riding him akin to a wild animal.

Thighs quivering, as one of your palms grip your hair, the other has fingers digging into Thor’s hip, panting airy breaths. Crashing onto him, as if you both were touch-starved.

Teeth softly gnashing at the peach-fuzz cunt, tongue fluttering, diving deep inside the folds, teasing the hole --- without any thought, Thor plunges his tongue inside. You screech, head tilting back, both you and your clone unison, your cunt clenched tightly upon Thor’s cock.

He snarls --- a mixture of something of a yelp, and a growl. You need more, this furor of his tongue, and his cock fucking into your wet cavern --- the end nerves crashing as waves to the shore --- you can feel it all, all of it coiling, and all too much; so much that it’s deliciously painful.

Perching his feet against the mattress, the hand that rests on your waist, guiding you up, as Thor fucks into you; snarling, gnawing at the air as a beast. Your wetness squelching into echos, spurring Thor on, he felt like a king.

Your fingernails scratching along his chest hair that trickles into his happy trail, bending forward to lick at his belly; suckling.

Airy pants, as you savored his pouch, he’s toning his body is slowly coming back to his chiseled form, but you just love his softness. His warm plumpness is like a pillow, to sleep on, to kiss, to bite.

“Guh,” Thor hoists your hips off of his face for a moment, “my queen is an insatiable beast.”

“No more than you, my liege.” Grinding harder, desperate crashing, to catch that delirious high of his cum. Your voice falls into silence, “I feel it,” you whine, “I fucking need it.” The coiling pit in your stomach begins churning, and it’s tightening.

“Uggh, Thor --- I” A high-pitched shrill, both voices now blend together, unison in pleasure, hips thrashing. Your cunt clenches on his cock, wound tight, your vision began to blur --- kismet energy began to manifest and spark within the air; emitting from both Thor, and yourself.

Oceanic blue with blinding white streaks and bruising violet so rich it bleeds as a welt into the air, intermixing --- thunder cracks in the distance, the raw power of a god vibrates against the window pane.

The sky has become sodden above the upstate county, thunder cracking within the clouds.

His belly tightens, as hips thrust upwards inside you --- more sloppy, and uneven, but the intensity hasn’t eased; his vigor has heightened. Soaking balls slapping against skin, smacking wet against your puckering ass.

“My love, I’m going to ---” Thor is rendered speechless, his words trailing into babbling, fumbling lips against wet folds. You hiss with a grin, “I know,” your open-palm caress against his pelvis, “I can feel it too. I’m close.”

Desperate pants, and huffs of air, Thor rumbles, his voice trills through your other half, making it squeal, the meat of its thighs quiver, and jolt, nibbling on swollen clit. “Soak me! Fuck --- uggh, soak my cock!” His voice is husky, and wanton, hungry as a wolf.

Thunder crackles outside, as Thor groans, painting the walls of your cavern white, spilling from your spilt jewel, dribbling down the base of his pulsing cock, as you shrill together with your half, as it coats Thor’s mouth, and watering his golden beard.

Vein pulsing at the throat, resembling a feral creature, as your cunt clenching, milking Thor’s cock, his balls drained. Riding Thor, selfishly savoring every drop of him, and every second of your orgasm.

Your other-half looks down to Thor, chin to chest, his breathing ragged, fanning against the skin of your mound, eyes blown --- a pucker of a kiss, and wink --- then it's gone, evaporated into rich lavender mist, with a faint moan.

Your body aches happily, with tiresome limbs you crawl over Thor, with his hands pulling you against his chest.

Nuzzling your head under his chin, your leg crossed over his belly, boneless melting into the mattress. Thor whispers your name, “I love you,” his fingers scratch your scalp, “No other woman can compare.” He hums.

“You bring the beast out of me.” You giggle, small kisses on his molded chest, “I love you too.” A suckle on his nipple. Cheek to chest, you can hear his heart-beat, it lulls you.

Both of you are falling asleep under the warm blankets.

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A flicker in the foggy distance of his mind awakens him slowly, he grunts sleepily. A familiar scent wafts through the crevices of his mind, his nose twitches.

Pretty lashes flutter open, his vision blur for a moment, to see you hovering over him, dangling the blunt just above his nostrils.

He must have fallen asleep, so comfortable in the bubble of your scents, and body heat.

Teasing him awake, you chuckle at Thor’s sleepy pout, “My love, another?” He stretches his muscles as a feline, you jiggle on top of him from the bodily movements.

You playfully shrug, “Our baby will be back in two hours,” you twirl the blunt between your fingers, lips pursing. “So, why not have a little bit more?” You giggle, trapping your bottom lip by the teeth.

He hums, his eyes hooded; wordlessly he plucks the blunt from your fingers, perching it in his lips.

“An insatiable wife, I have.”

You hum, gliding down on his belly, legs bent back in the air, ankles locked, “And what a beast of a husband, I have.” You giggle against his chest, with a nuzzling kiss.

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𝕾𝖊𝖆 𝕱𝖔𝖆𝖒 𝖂𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖊

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚂𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 ~ 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍/𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚎 ~ 𝙰 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

Word Count: ~1k

Relationship: sea witch!caecelia Brunnhilde x female!reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (exhibitionism, lots and lots of tentacle penetration), excessive alcohol consumption, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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Brunnhilde leaned against one of the massive stones that comprised her throne, lazily toying with one of her braids while the havmand in front of her droned on about some supposed slight to his honor. She was bored, as she often was when she held court, since it seemed her leal lords and subjects only ever wanted to complain.

“Enough droning, Andri.” Brunnhilde silenced the man with a dismissive flick of her wrist, raising her eyebrow when he opened his mouth again then nodding when he finally bowed his head in acquiescence. “Now, Eirika, please answer the charges your husband has made against you before I render a decision.”

As the havfrue began speaking Brunnhilde turned her attention to you, smiling when you moaned softly as her tentacles writhed and slithered around your naked body. You were almost completely lost in a pleasant haze, which was unsurprising since her warm, sticky appendages had been caressing your most sensitive areas for almost three hours now. There was also the fact that she required that you drink an entire bottle of ceremonial sake that the visiting Umibozo from the Yamato Basin had gifted to her, which was very good, but also very strong. In any event, you were well past drunk and definitely overstimulated, so it was no surprise that you were completely unaware of your surroundings at the moment.

Even when she was hardly paying you any mind, Hilde could still drive you to the brink of madness. She could feel your flesh quivering when you moaned at the way she placed several of her suckers over your nipples and clit until you were writhing manically, only just keeping yourself from dropping the ceramic bottle of sake when yet another orgasm overtook you. You couldn’t stop drinking now, you were so close to doing what your queen wanted, just a few drops of alcohol sloshing around the bottom of the bottle when it swayed in your hand.

“Yes, yes. You didn’t cuckold your husband.” Hilde pulled you closer and cooed softly when you brought the bottle to your lips to finish it, smiling when you choked and sobbed when she finally slithered one of her thicker tentacles inside your swollen cunt so you came for the umpteenth time since she started holding court today. “Girthe, bring me the basin so I can solve this.”

The hideous margýr that kept the instruments of sorcery for the queen dragged herself forward on one arm while the other cradled the massive abalone basin that held the waters of clairvoyance. Hilde ran the tips of her fingers over the surface of the water so it shimmered and trembled, chanting softly under her breath until it started to glow. You were completely lost in your drunken haze as she performed her viewing, only able to mumble vaguely coherent words when she pulled you closer until your head was leaning on her shoulder. She said something about a bastard - or not a bastard - and called someone foolish, and then there were a series of splashes that signaled the end of the audience portion of Brunnhilde’s daily court and left the two of you alone with her regular counselors and honorable guests.

You heard music of a jawharp and rebec and the low chatter of various hangers on as the mood in the cavern began to relax. But you couldn’t possibly relax any more than you already were, not when the sake was starting to seep from your pores until you could smell it. Brunnhilde could smell it too, pulling you close and leaning down so she could drag her tongue over your throat while the tentacle inside your cunt started to pulse in a slow rhythm that made you whimper.

“You taste even sweeter like this little starfish, I think this may be my new favorite way to consume sake.” She hushed you when you babbled nonsense as your entire body went slack, kissing over the soft swells of your chest before sucking on one of your tits until you squealed. “Such a sensitive little thing.”

The only response you could come up with was to whimper as your eyes rolled back in your head, your toes curling and your body writhing in Hilde’s tentacles as she slid two more of them inside your throbbing pussy. When your mouth dropped open she slipped one between your teeth, stretching your jaw painfully wide as she undulated all of her soft appendages to make you squeak for her. Her tongue kept finding new places on your overly sensitive body to tease and delight, lapping up the alcohol that was seeping from your pores with soft sounds of desire. Every whine and moan that escaped from you only spurred her on, each movement of your overstimulated body making even more of the sweet tasting sake seep from your warm skin.

Even though she was forcing all the alcohol out of your body you still felt drunk as fuck, drooling all over yourself and gagging as her thick tentacle started to slip down your throat. Brunnhilde drew you closer to her as she began licking and sucking at the skin of your stomach, smiling against your flesh when you thrashed and kicked as she fucked your navel with the tip of her tongue a few times. She was going to make you come again. It didn’t seem fair that she could work you up so easily, or that you let her work you up so easily. Of course, you loved every second of it, but it still wasn’t totally fair.

“That’s a good little starfish, let go for me.” Brunnhilde turned you upside and started dragging her tongue over the insides of your thighs, occasionally kissing your throbbing clit even as three of her thick tentacles continued to thrust in and out of your pussy. When you let out a choked scream and your entire body arched violently she smiled even wider, pulling her tentacles out of your mouth and pussy and cradling you against her body as you trembled and whimpered. “That was very enjoyable, starfish. Next time maybe I’ll share you with some of my guests so we can see how much you can really squeal.”

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[romanoffsbish]

Treacherous

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Naive R/Fuckboy King V, Summer Fling, heartbroken R.

Smut: King (V), Princess (R), Thigh Riding (R), Oral/Fingering allusion (R).

18 + | Minors DNI

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Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.—And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands, and  I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand...

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One moment you’re entering the hall of the charity gala to rebuild Asgard, wearing a two piece suit that deliciously pushed your breasts over the edge, accentuated your ass, and left your midriff bare. Then the next you’re being pulled from the dance floor to come face to face with the woman you’ve been sleeping with.

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“Princess.,” you smiled softly., “What have I told you about dressing more modestly?,” you pouted instantly., “But, I just wanted to look good for you My King.,” you innocently said, but the glint in your eyes spoke of deviance.

Valkyrie swiveled your bodies around until she could press your body into the cold wall., “Oh, princess you look absolutely delectable.,” she whispered before leaning in to capture your lips., “So much so that now I am neglecting my duties so that I can ravish you as you deserve.”

"Fuck.," you breathily whispered as Valkyrie slipped her thigh in between your parted legs., "That's right princess, use your Kings thigh to get off.," she chuckled as you whined pitifully., "Don't whine now, or you'll remain empty."

Valkyrie's face was smug as your whimpering was now derived from the pleasure you were getting from her muscular leg pressed against your bare cunt., "There you go princess, let me hear how good you feel.," she hotly demanded.

Strong hands held you by your hips, and as your movements grew sloppier she took over., "Such a messy thing you are.,” she chuckled, and your body shivered when her hot breaths smoothed across your skin as her lips found purchase against the column of your throat. With your head thrown back like this it was easy to leave her mark behind, and your loud moans in response to her suckling were her sign that you loved her falsely claiming you.

“My King, I-I need.,” Valkyrie flexed her thigh., “Let go for me princess.,” and just like that your hips momentarily stilled before your body began to convulse from the immense pleasure., “You’re so beautiful when you come undone like this for me honey.,” her lips pressed into yours, she continued to guide you through the after effects of your orgasm while swallowing your every moan until you were breathless.

Once you’d looked to her with a relaxed, yet dopey smile she’d smirked right back., “I don’t know about you princess, but I’m famished.,” you went to agree, and offer to help collect her a plate of food from the gala, but she swiftly dropped to her knees, the words dying on your tongue when she looked up at you with a deep hunger in her eyes., “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Now this is a meal fit for a King.,” she teases while tossing your leg over her shoulder and you whimpered as she leaned in closer to your glistening cunt and blew cold air against your sensitive folds., “I’m going to devour you.”

Gluttony was truly synonymous with royalty, because the betrothed woman remained true to her words as she used her masterful tongue and dexterous fingers to fuck you to sleep…

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This path is reckless...

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The dance you found yourself entangled in with the King of New Asgard was dangerous, but the exhilaration was far too alluring to stop. Every red flag waving before you was ignored, your naive heart leading you astray, and as the Summer progressed the occurrences only became more frequent. To you it was a budding relationship, but to the King it was an already established fling, because affairs of the heart were not something she would engage in.

The woman was a valiant warrior to many, even to you at times, but in the bedroom she was uncharacteristically tender, and maybe that’s where your heart misinterpreted things. Her words were stern whenever she’d remind you of the nature of your affairs, but then as she held your body down, bringing you nothing but flashes of white hot bliss, she was so soft.

Her plump lips, her caresses, and her words always left your heart aching for a permanence. Something she herself recklessly whispered in the heat of the moment, it was unfair to make such promises, but she couldn’t help herself. Every single time—without fail, you’d believe her, it was easy to do when she’d gently clean you up, and cuddle you close after each session.

Then the illusion would fade as she clambered out of your bed, and slipped back into her garb.

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All we are is skin and bone; trained to get along—Forever going with the flow, but you're friction

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"Valkyrie...," the woman hummed as she turned to face you, her hand already on the doorknob., "Please, don't go. Stay the night."

The warrior smiled at you, the gesture worth a thousand, heartbreaking words, and your body crumpled into the mattress as she left without so much as an 'I can't.' You knew what this was when you started it, but deep down inside of you there was this childlike hope telling you that when she 'made love' to you in her tender ways that it always meant more than it did.

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This slope is treacherous... and  I, I, I like it

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Valkyrie was an addiction you surely couldn't get enough of, because no matter how many times she left you heartbroken you'd always come crawling back to her for more. Anything she had to offer was greedily appreciated; those long bony fingers of hers that reached depths you'd never imagined anyone finding. Her mouth that did wonders on you every time it ventured to your lower lips, urging your body into a never ending state of blinding bliss, just to recapture your upper swollen pair in a steamy make out afterwards that left you dizzy.

Valkyrie set your heart, and body ablaze in ways you’d honestly never experienced before.

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Two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

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The more you thought about her, the more the urge to seek her out became apparent. Up until now she'd always be the one to come to you, when she needed to blow off steam, or if she saw you at an event in something she deemed worthy of removing. It'd been an entire week since she last left you alone in your bed, but that time came with unwelcome whispers of permanence., "This is it for us princess."

Except, she'd sounded so unsure, as if cutting this off wasn't what she wanted at all, and that's what you were clinging to as you drove to her headquarters with reckless abandon.

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This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

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However, her lack of correspondence should've been enough to deter you from fighting for something destined to end. If it had been maybe you wouldn't be on the verge of tears as you watch the woman escorting another into her office. A veiny hand on her lower back as she whispers something to make her giggle, and you nearly vomit when she looks at you.

Deja vu, that's what this is, because only just a few months back, as the Summer heat had began to set in she'd done this with you.

There was a flash of something in her eyes, but it was gone before you could place it, maybe it was remorse, but then she smirked, and your heart shattered as the door to her office closed with a subsequent thud, and a wanton moan.

All the deceptive warmth you felt earlier faded as you walked back to your car, the wind was harsher than before, and leaves fell before you. Autumn was here, the painful chill seeping into your every bone a telltale sign, perfectly timed you think. It was tauntingly reminiscent of the one that was now encasing your naive heart.

As you drove away, occasionally wiping the tears from your cheeks you hoped that feelings would fade just as fast as the seasons change...

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This slope is treacherous

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Epilogue: Next Christmas

Three-hundred and sixty-five days go by...will Loki return?

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

“You let them drink?” you moaned, rolling your eyes at Brunnhilde, who was already barely capable of figuring out how to use a bar stool, swiveling unstably left and right as you confronted her with only partial seriousness. “You do realize most of them are still young girls, right?”

“Oh, shove off, it’s New Year’s!” she replied, swigging from a silver stein in front of her. “Plus, I know you don't get Asgardian biology, but our livers are a good degree better than humans. I’m sure the girls are fine.”

“Uh, Dagmar just puked on her horse,” you continued. “Hilds, I was so optimistic when I started the New Valks with you, and now it looks like I already have to start an AA.” 

The King dismissed this with an awkward hand wave. “Oh, Dag’s never been the best rider.”

You grunted. “She wasn’t riding him. She was…trying to milk him.”

“Y’know, I miss the quieter, more frightened you sometimes,” Brunnhilde mumbled, finishing her drink and slamming it on the table.  

“No you don’t,” you said, tapping your finger on the bar and looking at the clock again. 11:32pm. Loki had 28 minutes left to make his deadline. 

It wasn’t as if you expected him to come barreling back at 12:01 the previous night, but, of course, a part of you hoped that he was so maddened with desire to be back in your arms that he couldn’t wait until the last minute. Every minute that passed that day made your heart drop a little more in your chest. 

“I meant what I said the other day,” said Brunnhilde, “If he flakes, he’s banned from New Asgard forever.” 

“I told you not to go that far,” you scoffed. “There will be no regrets, no matter what happens…aside from maybe regretting allowing our recruits to be teenagers.” 

Establishing the New Valkyries was no easy task. After a month of recruitment and bribery, you were only able to assemble seven young women, all under the human equivalent of twenty-two years old. Apparently, the Valkyries had a bit of a reputation not unlike a motorcycle gang, and some of the residents thought they were going to be more trouble than they were worth. 

Sometimes, you agreed with them. 

The “New Valks” all had great hearts and courage, but when the King procured horses for them, and it took the better part of a month just teaching them how to ride, you began to realize the two of you were in over your heads, just a little. Still, some slow progress had been made over the year, and by the time Christmas rolled around again, at least four of them could wield a broadsword without pulling a muscle. 

Brunnhilde pounded on the bar with her fist, and the bartender at the other end of the counter immediately drew a rune in her direction, instantly refilling her stein. 

“If you want to go out there now, I can tell the girls to cut it out and go home,” she sighed. “Killjoy,” she added with a murmur. 

Twisting your lip, you felt a small pebble of fear roll around in your stomach. “You’d have thought he’d be here by now.”

“That god always liked to make an entrance,” the King explained. “You should have seen the ‘worship me’ shit he pulled at Ragnarok. I’m not surprised he’s planning to make his grand return at 11:59.” 

“You think he’ll show up?” you asked hopefully. 

Your best friend shrugged. “Who's to say? I guess I’d rather put up with His Heinie-ness lurking about if it makes you happy.” 

You looked at the clock one more time. Only four minutes had passed. 

“Yeah, I can’t wait any longer,” you admitted. “Tell Dag she’s got stable duty tomorrow, hangover or no. She needs to learn some self control already.” 

“Will do, Cap.” Brunnhilde nodded and raised her stein in a mock toast. “Good luck, Y/N.” 

The night was crisp, the air clear, a gentle snow falling from a browned-over sky absorbing the ambient noise from the village. You still preferred a warm, gentle summer shower, but this kind of winter’s night had its own stillness, its own kind of petrichor that made you feel at home. 

The year had rewarded you well, even though it wasn’t exactly easy. The New Valks, ragtag as they were, looked up to you, and knowing that you belonged somewhere, with friends to seek out and people who depended on you in spite of your terrible gifts…it was home. You were happy. 

Katja was beginning to fade, and you especially could sense it. She was still around, but her energy was lower than it had been the last year, and you had the solemn feeling she would be reuniting with Ivar in the coming months. You were thankful, however, that her expiring seemed to be rolling in like a peaceful evening wave, which meant you likely wouldn’t have to visit her bedside to send her off as you had with Ivar. You still hoped you would never need to do that again. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. was good on their word to leave you and New Asgard be, as was the Flock. Last February, you mysteriously found a large delivery of flowers, fruits, and candy in the town square, along with a single Bible addressed to you specifically. Brunnhilde concluded this was their odd way of thanking you for sparing their ‘queen,’ and that the truce was solidified. The Bible made good kindling for your fireplace, but the children of the village appreciated the treats (after you and Brunnhilde made sure they were safe, of course, and they were). 

You made your way up the hill with just under ten minutes until midnight. Looking back to the faint glow of New Asgard down at the shore, you smiled. 

Even if you found something better out there, Loki, so did I, you thought. We both won your wager in the end. 

However, you knew that if he missed his deadline, you’d still go back to your cabin (indoor toilet included) and weep for days. You craved Loki more and more with each hour. Your braid, still tightly tucked behind your ear after a year of careful maintenance, only provided so much. As he’d warned, it was only a projection of Loki not unlike the ones you’d seen in Star Wars. 

Of course, you’d still kept it out for hours the many, many nights you were alone in bed, with only your hand for lustful company. However, you never brought it out around another person. Loki, even as a simple image, was yours and yours alone to cherish and admire. 

The daisy he’d woven into your hair had remained fresh and full all year long thanks to the magic embedded within it, and it hadn’t begun to fade until Loki’s birthday several weeks ago: December 17th. After then, it was as if the flower was a countdown clock, the petals had begun peeling away, once a night, at exactly midnight. Tonight, a single petal remained in your braid, and it was hanging on by a single fiber to the rest of the stem. 

Your breath formed curling tendrils in front of your face, perfectly resembling the death energy that lay beneath your skin, dormant nearly all the time, only ever used in defense as a nuclear option. But you no longer saw yourself as a beast meant to be locked away. The Universe itself seemed to have bestowed its greatest, most constant power onto you, and however that happened when you were young,it was finally a part of you that you were willing to embrace. 

You took a deep breath. You didn’t have a watch with you, but you knew you only had a few moments left. Each one that passed without any indication of a spacecraft landing made your heart sink a little lower. 

Loki, if you really are planning to make a last-second entrance, I may actually kill you, you grumped from within. 

Then, the ten-second countdown to the new year began. You could tell from the collective swelling of cheers and counting from New Asgard below. You held your breath and looked to the skies. 

10…9…8… C’mon, love…

7…6… Nothing. No lights, sounds,or deep, sexy voices. 

5…4…3… Goddamn it, Loki…

2… A tear pricked the corner of your eye. 

1! Happy New Year! There it was. 

The last petal fell from your hair and slowly floated down toward the pile of snow at your feet that you’d nervously been kicking up as you waited. Biting your lip, you wish you had more alcohol, and you decided before sinking into a sad cry, a few dozen beers would numb the fresh heartbreak to start off the year. 

What was so damn great about space that was more attractive than you, anyway? Was there some three-titted space whore he’d latched on to? 

I suppose I could go out there myself and try to find him…and to kill that three-breasted alien slut who kept him from coming back! 

Then, you heard four words calling to you from the bottom of the hill. Four words in a deep, sexy voice. Four words that you’d been waiting three-hundred and sixty-five days to hear:

“Sorry I’m late, love.” 

At last.

Your mind was racing, son your feet spoke up for the rest of your body, turning and practically throwing yourself down the hill into Loki's extended arms. The impact of you against his chest threw Loki over his heels and back into the snowdrift, where you pinned him down at the shoulders. Tasting his cool, delicious lips after an entire year suddenly felt like not a moment had passed at all.

Loki returned your passionate kiss by wrapping his arms around you and holding you fast to him. You were covered in his safety, his fulfilled promise, with a renewed sense of love that neither of you had felt in a long time, but that you could now share with one another for eternity.

You never felt more alive.

The END The Beginning

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I Will Find You (Part 02)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

Loki was back; but he’s gone again. And things have become worse than ever. Will it be possible to find a home again?

Part 1 to be found here

Warnings: Angst, smut (with a happy ending).

Read time: ~23 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

Note: This is my first time writing smut and I’m totally freaking out!! It’s just not my zone, and I know it! So, please bear with me and leave me honest feedback if I should continue trying smutty things or should just leave it here.

They reached New Asgard almost two days after the incident. They would have probably reached the next night had (Y/N) not insisted on waiting there until Loki returned. Thor was exhausted both mentally and physically; he lost the battle and had no other choice but to wait with his headstrong sister in the cold.

(Y/N) could no longer feel him the way she had been able to all these years. But she was adamant; and the shock of losing Loki again made her more so. She believed that Loki could see her even if she could not see him. And she wanted him to see her sufferings, to understand what he had been putting her through, to realise his mistakes, and to come back.

But that never happened.

Dawn broke, and the light of the new day held every broken piece clear before her. Her obstinacy was not leading her anywhere. And then there was Thor, whose broken pieces were collected and smashed on the cold, hard floor again, only to shatter them further, with no hope of ever being put together again.

It was for his sake that she finally agreed to head home. Home! She did not even know what home was like anymore.

The next few days saw things getting worse than ever. (Y/N) became quieter but aggravating. Even Thor, whose smile could ease almost any situation she was in, could not decide how to approach her; walking on eggshells became a regular with the people around her.

The day things worsened was when (Y/N) shouted at the brother-like man in a drunken stupor.

When nothing could ease her pain, she resorted to alcohol, with the Valkyrie for company. The latter tried to push her away but she was resolute. After days of seeing (Y/N) wasting away, Thor decided to step in, but was met with a resentment that he had never imagined coming from her.

"I'm sorry to say this, Brunnhilde, but your drinking habits are getting you nowhere. And now you have dragged (Y/N) with you," he interrupted them one evening.

Before the Valkyrie could open her mouth in defence, a drunk (Y/N) rose to her feet, and staggered towards the older Odinson.

"No one has dragged me anywhere! Whatever I do, I do it on my own! And Who are you to say, huh? You drown your failures and your sorrows in alcohol all day. You shun away from your people and play some stupid game on your dumb box with your dumb friends. You, of all people, have no authority to preach others what to do and what not to do! You Odinsons…fuck you both! You have always lived your lives on your own terms, and never thought about the misery you cause others!! So, you, big, giant, warrior king Thor… please do not come stomping into my life, telling me how to live when you are living a life worse than death every single day!"

Brunnhilde managed to drag her back but not before the harm was done.

The next morning, a soft knock on Thor's door woke him up. With heavy legs, he dragged himself to open it, rubbing his eyes in the process.

He wasn't very surprised to find a sobered up (Y/N) waiting on the other side, with a tray of breakfast in her hands.

Without a word, he stepped aside, making room for her to enter. The place reeked of alcohol but who was she to complain now?

Gently placing the tray on the table, she turned towards him, only to find him disappearing underneath the sheets again.

"Forgive me for what I said yesterday. I was…"

"You were right," a muffled voice floated from inside the covers. "Why are you sorry for stating the truth?"

"Because that is not true, Thor! We both know I was out of my mind. It was not me but my anger talking, and… I am sorry, Thor. Please forgive me…if you can."

She turned to leave but a woeful call of her name made her stop.

"Please do not make yourself suffer because we failed you. You are worth much more."

She said nothing.

"Please get up and have food. Real food. Otherwise you will keep belching all day."

Almost two weeks had passed since they had returned from Tromsø. She made sure not to lash out at anybody anymore, but that also meant bottling everything up until at night when, in the company of darkness and solitude, she let all her emotions out through streams of tears that pooled onto her pillow.

It was another such night; insomnia was a regular visitor now. The rest of the village had fallen into a deep slumber but she sat awake with a book in hand, trying hard to decipher the simple words that her eyes ran over again and again. But her mind was elsewhere, as usual.

Suddenly, what seemed to be like a gentle tap on the door startled her. Her ears perked up. But there was no other sound. Dismissing it to be a figment of her imagination, she returned to her attempts at focusing on the book.

A few seconds later, it was there again. This time it was a clear knock - soft but clear.

Grabbing the hilt of her knife in one hand, she opened the door slightly. The sight before her made her freeze.

Loki was standing just beyond the threshold. The same look of exhaustion reigned in his entirety as she had seen almost a fortnight ago.

On one hand, she wanted to open the door wide and pull him inside and in a warm hug; she wanted her tears to wash all the pain away. On the other hand, she wanted to slash his throat open with the blade she held.

"Can you forgive me?" Loki's eyes pleaded with her.

She said nothing for a while but simply stared at him. The hand which held the knife wrapped so tightly around the hilt that her knuckles turned white.

"Can you forgive me if I shut the door on your face now?" She replied with an eerie calmness.

Loki's eyes cast downwards as he sighed. "I believe I would deserve that."

Silently, she opened the door wide enough for Loki to step inside. When he still stood outside, unsure whether to take the step or not, she spat, "Are you just going to stand there and let the cold wind rush in or are you going to do something?"

Nodding lightly, he stepped inside the cottage while (Y/N) closed the door.

Loki was home again. Or was he?

"I shall run a warm bath for you. Give me a moment."

He tried to call her but the name evaporated into an empty room as she ignored him and left.

She returned after a while, the same indifference stamped on her face.

"The bath is ready. You should find everything you need at hand. You may leave your clothes on the rack. I shall be back in a while."

"Where are you going?"

"To get some clothes for you. Despite what some might think, I do not have any man's clothes in my house."

Before Loki could utter a word, she exited the house, closing the door in her wake.

The damage that he had done lay bare before his eyes. A few moments of doubt and insecurity tore down everything that they had built over the years.

By the time she returned with a bunch of fresh but borrowed laundry, the house was quiet. She assumed that Loki was still in the bath.

"Are you still in there?" She asked with a small tap on the bathroom door.

"Uh...yes! Yes, I am."

"Try not to fall asleep in there. There are better ways to die than drowning in a bathtub."

Loki emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, a towel wrapped around his torso. She noticed that he had become thinner. A few faint scratches and small bruises marked his ivory skin here and there, especially his limbs. One particularly large and prominent bruise beside his right knee made her breath hitch.

Old habits urged her to run and wrap herself around him, to soothe all his pains, to kiss him all over and make love to him until they both fell asleep entangled in one another.

But recent events chained her from doing so. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she averted her eyes.

"There is a set of clean clothes on the bed. They may not fit perfectly but that is all I could manage in the middle of the night. I shall get you a new wardrobe tomorrow morning."

"(Y/N)!" Loki tried to stop her from walking away. "Please! Can I get one moment with you? Please?"

She still refused to look at him. "Have something first. And then we shall talk."

Loki stared at her as she disappeared into the kitchen. He had set this up for himself. And he should be the one fixing this, if only he could get a chance to.

As Loki had already assumed, dinner was unusually quiet. There wasn't much on the table - he did not expect anything at all in those late hours, especially after what he had done - but everything that was served smelled delicious. The fact that (Y/N) had prepared it all herself made them all the more special for him.

She sat quietly on the opposite end of the small table.

Clearing his throat, he asked timidly, "I know that you might have already had your meal but…will not have anything? You like midnight snacks, do you not?"

"Used to. And I am full anyway. You may start."

This was not going anywhere; at least not this way. He needed to give her more time, he realised.

Taking a deep breath, he took the first bite. Instinctively, his eyes closed and a moan left his sealed lips. He was starving and the food tasted divine in his mouth.

As (Y/N) observed him, a tiny smile surfaced on her stern features. But she quickly hid it before Loki opened his eyes.

Who knows how long he might have been starving!

The thought made her shiver. Her eyes almost welled up but she fought her emotions back, trying her best not to reveal herself before him.

"You are an exceptional cook!"

But Loki's compliment was met with another sharp response.

"I am average. It is only because you are famished that you find it good."

Loki did not utter another word until the meal was finished.

"Thank you, (Y/N), for having me."

His words did stop her in her tracks but she said nothing.

"Please, (Y/N)."

Loki placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and the next thing that he felt was the sharp sting of cold metal on his Adam's apple.

Her face was inches away from his. She wore a facade of anger and hatred but her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"If you wish to kill me, I shall not fight," he spoke without wincing. "But please, I beg of you, do not alienate me. Do not push me away, please, love! I have suffered enough. And in that, I have made you suffer, too. Forgive me, (Y/N). Can you?"

"You said I did not deserve you," her hand shook just like her voice did. "You snapped our bond. You did not trust me. You accused me of infidelity when you know how much I love you!"

"I am sorry, love. I truly am! I… I saw you both together and… I do not know! I am sorry!" A tear rolled down his bony cheek.

"But you did not come back." The tears that had been held back were now cascading down her face.

"I did! I did but… I did not know how to face you. Or Thor. For eleven days and nights I roamed in and out of your village. I did not show myself to anyone lest they should tell you."

"And would that have been so bad?"

"I did not know how you would react. Or if you would have me. But then-"

"Then what?" The words came out but in whispers.

"I could not take it anymore. I had to come to you even if you kicked me out or killed me."

"I…" Words failed her. Everything became a blur as a tsunami of emotions tossed violently within her.

"Please accept me, (Y/N)," Loki's eyes bore into hers. "Please tell me that you still love me."

They did not realise when they had come so close that the words were almost breathed on each other's mouths. The knife that was held to his throat dropped to the floor with a sharp clang, and it was only then that they noticed their proximity.

She was unsure whether to act on her desires or to bring her ego between them.

"Please love me, (Y/N)!"

How could she say no to that plea?

Shoving her ego aside, she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer, immediately pressing her lips to his. They remained that way for a few seconds before moving with an impatience and a fervour that would have set the cottage aflame. His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Loki tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers constantly in a harmonious dance. He tasted of apple pie. She tasted of cheap alcohol.

Her weight on him and the force with which she was kissing him, although immensely pleasurable, made him take a few steps backwards, thus making him hit the table. Bracing himself with his left hand, he regained his balance, and then mapped the said hand along her sides, remembering every curve along the way.

With a gentle push of his body, he took a few steps forward until their paths were blocked by a wall. Pinning her to it with his weight, he continued the ministrations of his mouth while his hands trailed the column of her neck, eventually causing one of them to get lost in her hair. The same happened to her: one hand felt the hardness and the warmth of his chest while the other was tangled in his dark locks. A quick tug on the hair at the nape of his neck resulted in a soft moan from the god: a blissful music to her ears!

When they finally tired themselves out, momentarily though, did they stop. Panting hard, breathing into each other's mouths, they remained still: bodies limp against one another, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing as they basked in the afterglow of their session.

"Tell me that you love me," Loki wished just loud enough for her to hear.

"Of course, I love you, you oaf!" She chuckled breathily. "Never doubt it. Ever!"

"It was a mistake I cannot forgive myself for."

"Now shut that beautiful mouth and come to bed," she slowly pulled herself away from his embrace. "You need rest. A lot of it."

"I do not. Not now. I need to love you," Loki insisted. "Please let me love you!"

"Believe me, I want to do nothing else but make sweet love to you." Loki's face brightened at the confession. "But that must wait. You need to heal first."

Seeing his frown, she laughed. It was just like old times again.

"Lie down with me?" She asked with a smile.

The god tried to protest but the yawn that broke through him declared otherwise.

Almost the entire night, or whatever was left of it, (Y/N) watched Loki: his bare chest rising and falling in the moonlight, like the sea during the tides, his hair splayed on the pillow challenging the night with its dark lustre. The mouth that had been kissing her passionately was now slightly parted. The movement beneath his closed eyelids spoke of some distant dream that he might be having. She silently prayed that it would be a good dream, one worth remembering.

The soft hum of the sea outside, paired with the cool light of the moon seemed to bring back the magic that was them.

And yet there was something off. The hollow of his cheeks were deeper than usual, his eyes were sunken and there were dark circles under them. And then there were the scars and bruises. She wondered what unimaginable pain he might have had to go through all this time. Questions regarding his escape from the ship, his whereabouts and other things spiralled her down an unfathomable hole, exhausting her mind thoroughly in the process.

(Y/N) did not realise when she had drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she found the comfortable weight of an arm around her waist. Sleep-laden eyes opened to find a pair of green orbs staring at her face with an adoration that almost made her cry. Soft sunlight peeked in through the curtains, lighting the room up with a heavenly glow. Or was it the presence of the god that made it all so special?

She did not know. She did not care. Loki was with her. She was in his arms. That was all that mattered. Everything else had to be beautiful!

"Did you sleep well?" Loki's deep voice, accentuated by the raspiness of sleep, floated into her ears like ethereal music.

"I did. After a long, long time, I did sleep well. And you?"

"Same here." His face contorted as he tried to stifle an obstinate yawn.

(Y/N) giggled, "Just let it out!" And he obeyed.

For a long while they lay awake, simply looking at each other, tracing lazy patterns on one another, neither willing to put an end to the moment.

"I cannot believe I finally found you," Loki smiled.

"You always do," she played with a strand of his hair.

"First things first," he said and placed his fingers against her temple.

She felt the same tingling sensation that she had felt years ago when Loki had shared his magic with her.

"Do you feel me now?" He asked with a soft smile.

"More than ever!" A tear escaped down the corner of her eye.

Loki leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her mouth, followed by another, and another, until they were both entangled with each other, their lips and tongues caressing the other ardently.

His hand grazed the length of bare skin on her legs until he was met with the hem of her pyjama shorts. Pushing past the barrier, his fingers trailed upwards. Her breath hitched when his hand rolled over and squeezed her clothed ass.

"Loki…" She moaned breathily as her tongue gently traced the column of his neck until she found that sweet spot below his ear that always turned him into jelly. There, she left a small bite, immediately soothing it with a lap of her tongue.

The groan that left Loki urged her to explore the skin of his shoulder, down his collarbone and onto his chest. She left small, open-mouthed kisses as she moved downwards, taking the skin between her teeth here and there, earning her precious rewards of hisses and groans from Loki. Moving upwards, she gently rolled a nipple between her teeth, and watched as Loki's head rolled backwards.

"Still sensitive, are we?" She smirked while Loki looked at her with lust-filled eyes, his gorgeous mouth hanging open in anticipation.

(Y/N) worked her tongue and teeth on his chest, making him produce all kinds of sinful sounds, before moving south again. Meanwhile Loki's hands moved across her back, trying hard to peel the t-shirt off her but failing.

Amidst all the lust and need, her mind worried about the marks on his otherwise perfect skin.

What were they? What happened? How?

But she did not want the moment to be ruined. Carefully threading her way through the marks, she carried on her path of desire.

“Tell me if I hurt you, will you?” She smiled at him.

“You can never hurt me,” he rasped.

“Just tell me if I do,” she insisted, and he nodded.

Before long she found the trail of dark hair that led to the treasure they had both been awaiting. The bulge in his sweatpants was inviting. But instead of giving Loki what he wanted, she continued her trail of kisses over his clothed skin, her thumb exploring the secrets just beneath the waistband. This continued for a while, making Loki even more frustrated. 

Just as she was about to hook her fingers under the band of the pants, she was flipped. With a squeal, she landed on the mattress, with Loki hovering over her.

"You have been a tease for quite long, darling," he growled. Oh, how she loved that sound! "Now, it is my turn. But first, this has to go." He tugged the t-shirt that she was wearing.

"Do not tear it, please!" (Y/N) quickly held his wrist before he could rip it in shreds. "I do not have many," she confessed with a sad smile.

Loki's eyes softened at the admission. "I will not."

Gently, and with her help, he pushed the garment up and over her arms, until it was lying on the floor.

The sight before him made him groan. Bending down, he buried his face in her naked chest and inhaled her scent, followed by a soft kiss. Slowly but intentionally, his hands mapped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. His tongue and teeth played with the taut bundles on top making her whimper and squirm beneath him, until he released her with a small pop!

With hands still locked on the swells of her chest, his mouth made its way downwards, the curls on his head leaving a feathery tickle in their wake.

"May I?" He asked with his fingers hooked under the band of her shorts.

"Stop being a tease!!" She whined, making him laugh.

But Loki had to be a tease. He pulled the band down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of skin that was being exposed in the process.

"Damn you!" She cursed.

This made him finally whisk away the fabric, adding it with the other discarded piece.

"You are so gorgeous!" His breath, hot on her mound, made her rub her thighs together.

"No, darling, keep them open for me." He gently parted them with his hands, and lowered his head.

"Loki!" It was not a moan or a whine. It was a call that made him look at her with worry.

"Not now," she pleaded. "I need you right now. Please!"

"Good. For I cannot bear this any longer."

By the time Loki got rid of the pants, (Y/N) was sitting on her knees, unable to hold herself anymore. Hugging her tight, he brought her on his lap, and kissed her passionately, grinding himself on her wet folds all the time.

Hoisting her up, he aligned himself with her and slowly brought her down until he was fully sheathed in her. Closing their eyes, they both relished the feeling for a few seconds - the feeling of being one, of being complete, of reliving all similar memories that they had created together back in Asgard.

She latched her mouth to his, and slowly started moving. It was slow, unhurried, unlike their state of mind a couple of minutes ago, and like the movement of their tongues in that very moment. She could feel him everywhere, inside her, outside her, as though she was enveloped in him. After all these years, she felt a sharp sting at the stretch. But it was a pain she was willing to bear everyday if it meant that she could be with Loki.

(Y/N) rotated her hips leisurely, while Loki placed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Eventually, she started increasing her pace, turning his kisses into grazes of teeth.

That was until Loki could take no more. Digging his fingers into her hips, he took control of her movements. This new manoeuvre left her empty with only the tip inside before he slammed into her, reaching her deepest parts. A loud scream escaped her as he touched her most sensitive parts.

Loki shushed her. He panted between his thrusts, "You…do not…want…the…village…to-"

"I cannot help it!" She shouted.

That very moment, her walls fluttered around him, and a loud animalistic groan escaped him.

"See?" She smirked.

Loki locked his mouth with hers, both of them moaning and panting into each other, muffling the sounds that should have remained only within the confines of their chambers.

"Touch yourself!" Loki commanded.

When she did not obey, he admitted, "I shall not last long. Please, love, touch yourself. I want to come with you."

This time she did as was asked, reaching between their sweaty bodies, rubbing herself as Loki incessantly rocked her and slammed into her. Biting on the sensitive skin on his neck she let out a guttural moan as the coil in her stomach tightened. Her walls clenched around him, making him cry out her name. His movements became sloppy and so did hers. Holding her tight and burying his face in her shoulder, he pushed into her a few more times before asking her to let go, finding his own release with her.

They remained still for a while, catching their breath, floating in bliss and peppering each other with kisses wherever possible. At length, she pulled away but just enough to give him a long kiss on the mouth.

"Do these hurt?" She lightly traced his scars.

He shook his head slowly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now."

Nodding, she pressed another kiss to his lips. A confusion spread across her face when Loki wrapped her legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" She smiled.

"Hold on tight."

"What-"

Her question was left incomplete as Loki grabbed her ass with one hand and, balancing himself with the other hand, got off the bed with her.

"We do not want to spoil the sheets, do we?" A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. "And… I was feeling sort of lonely in the bath yesterday. Would you like to join me?"

"Certainly!" She kissed him as he carried her to the bathroom, still buried inside her.

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"It is time we told Thor. And everyone for that matter," (Y/N) said while preparing brunch.

Before Loki could answer, a loud knock startled them.

"Lady (Y/N)," Thor's voice boomed, "it has been quite late and you have not been out of your house. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Let me handle this," Loki, clad in the clothes from the previous night, sauntered towards the door.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. "Hello, brother!"

The said brother stood still like a statue for a few seconds before landing a hard punch to the younger one's face.

Hearing someone stumble, (Y/N) came running to the scene to see Thor pull Loki into a bear hug. He was sobbing.

"It is good to see you, too, brother," Loki smiled and patted his back.

Home was indeed beautiful.

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Different (and all the same)

Summary: Years after your breakup, you encounter Thor in New Asgard, and while your ex-boyfriend looks a little different, your love and desire for him haven’t changed at all. Pairing: Thor x F!Reader WC: 3.8k words Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Praising kink. Canon Divergence. Hurt/Comfort. Body issues. A/N: This is my love letter to fat Thor, who the MCU tried to make us think wasn’t still one of the hottest men alive - but needed a little bit of therapy to figure himself out.

You put your bags on the floor, relaxing and sitting down, finally alone after the long trip you'd just been through.

A long flight up to Europe, a car ride to a near town and then a bike ride the rest of the way - because Asgardians could have magic and all, but didn't think they needed to get their roads car-friendly even after years of living amongst humans - were quite the effort for a visit, but here you were.

Brunnhilde had invited you to stay for a while there. The town, your friend was late to realise, needed a bit of work to adapt to life on Earth, and she didn't quite know any human that could help with what they needed aside from you.

Of course, Mrs Potts-Stark was very nice at giving them electricity, but there was a lot to be done. Now that the Asgardians were friendly with humans, they wanted to use phones and the internet.

But she didn't know how to ask or who to talk to, which was why she had asked for your help.

As a former ambassador, you had worked enough with the government that you knew the basics of everything: Which people to contact, how things were supposed to be done, how to keep them from being exploited... that kind of work.

As payment, she got you a little house, all equipped with the best the New Asgardian people could offer. And plumbing.

It was strange to think of her as King of Asgard.

Before the whole mess - before the blip -  someone else was lined up to be King of Asgard. Well, someone else was also your boyfriend.

But a lot of things had happened.

And a lot of things had changed.

Honestly, you understood him well.

Your father was gone with the blip, and after your mother had died when you were a child, losing him was something very hard on you.

Thor, though, was going through even worse feelings, and blamed himself for everything that had happened.

Breaking up was his idea, even though you had had to chase him down to get him to even tell you about it instead of just avoiding you.

Now the blip was undone, and while that had still left some terrible emotional scars on every single person on Earth, things were as normal as they could be.

Your father was home, safe and sound, and you had taken a sabbatical from work to come to New Asgard, not just to work from them, but also maybe take things a little easier on yourself after five years of having work as the only thing you did with your life.

You heard a knock from across the house and raised your head, leaving your things aside and walking to check on whoever it was.

"Heya," Brunnhilde leaned against your door frame just when you opened the door. "Welcome committee."

You shot her a confused look, but quickly smiled when a woman moved to her side with a bix box in hand and supplies by her side.

"Food," she told you.

"Lots of it," you chuckled, stepping back so they could walk inside.

The woman walked inside, just saying a quick hello before striding to your kitchen and probably organising everything for you.

"Does she need help?" you looked back.

"Oh, don't worry, she volunteered to do it and stopped anyone else from trying," Brunnhilde assured you. "Organising is... her thing. It's a little weird."

You looked back, finding the brown-haired woman just looking very happy as she put things in your pantry and used the back door, probably to get what she had left outside.

"How did you find the way up?" she asked, taking your attention back to herself.

"Long," you confessed. "We need to get those roads paved."

She grimaced.

"And that's the first thing we will do at our meeting on Thursday," she scratched the back of her neck.

You blinked a little, confused.

"Thursday?" you asked. "I thought it'd be tomorrow."

You had arrived at the country in the late hours of Sunday and rode with a car at the break of dawn of Monday - which was today. Had you known you had extra days, you would have slept off the jetlag!

Brunnhilde blinked, looking surprised.

"No, I said Thursday. We wrote it down on Thursday."

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Maybe I heard it wrong," you decided. "It's alright."

"But you have time to explore town now," she remarked. "We have some good beer, good food... and there is a festival happening now, you could go!"

"Nice," you nodded. "What are you celebrating?"

"Life," she shrugged. "Everything that is good."

You smiled together. Yes, it made sense.

"There's a dress for you over there," she pointed to your room. "And you'll probably get a crown of flowers the moment you step into the square."

You shook your head.

"Thank you," you told her.

She gave your back a little pat, not on for physical affection.

"I gotta go now," she told you. "But just scream my name if you are in an emergency."

You gave her another tap and watched her leaving, crossing your arms as she did, and sat back on the nearest chair, seeing the woman she'd brought organising things.

You stepped back into your bedroom, and weren't surprised when you closed the door and found a cloth bag hanging right there, and grabbed it.

Half an hour later you were dressed and had your hair nicely braided as you left your house, still tired but excited about the festival.

When you were dating Thor, he had brought you to more than one of their festivals, and they were always great.

Just as your friend had told you, a girl by a table with flower crowns ran to you, giving you one, and you placed it over your head, clapping along with the music around.

It was nice seeing people this happy, and you could imagine they were elated to just celebrate life after so many years of grieving.

You stopped surprised when your eyes met a familiar face in the crowd.

Thor.

The last you'd heard if him he had either disappeared or just hid away from the world, completely isolated.

He looked a little different: his hair wasn't short anymore, but very long, and his beard was just as long, braided and decorated with many flowers.

You smiled to yourself as you realised how concentrated he was on the group of little kids surrounding him, letting them touch his beard and his hair, and braid his long locks, knelt as they surrounded him.

He always loved children, and always said you'd have as many of them as possible.

It was a nice idea, it made you sad that it never came true.

But maybe having a bunch of half-god children wasn't a good idea in the end, after all.

And then he saw you, and promptly bolted away.

Thor in his finest.

You walked after him, shaking your head, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of his wide shoulders behind a column.

"I can see you," you informed him.

He clenched his hands in fists.

"You cannot," your ex-boyfriend answered back.

You shook your head.

"So this is a talking pillar with blond hair and big shoulders?"

There was a moment of silence before he answered, not moving.

"Yes, ma'am."

You chuckled, amused, but sighed, a little sad.

"Alright, talking pillar," you held your own hand, a little anxious and sad with his reaction, but not wanting to cross a boundary. "I'll go now. You don't have to talk to me."

You stepped back, ready to walk away, but his voice stopped.

"Wait," he called you. "I... I do. I want to talk to you."

When you turned back, he hadn't moved.

"Like this?" you asked. "Through the pillar?"

He sighed soundly.

"Can we?" he asked. "Please?"

You hesitated. Why didn't he want to face you?

"Of course," you answered at last.

Thor relaxed and then crossed his arms, and you waited for what he had to say.

"So," you cleared your throat, realising one of you had to break the ice.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I... I own you an explanation."

You shook your head.

"Not really," you assured him. "I know everything was hard on you. You needed time."

You were never going to blame him for grieving.

"I wasn't the only one having a hard time," he pointed. "You had lost your father and I couldn't even..."

"It's alright," you assured him. "You had just gone through what happened with Loki, and you've known him for longer than I could ever know my dad."

He let out a little chuckle, and you shifted on your feet.

"I'm not upset with you anymore," you assured him. "I promise you."

Thor lowered his head, and you reached for his hand, touching it at his side, and he flinched a bit, pushing his own hand away from his body, but tangled his fingers with yours.

"I missed you," he confessed, a little quiet.

You smiled sadly, caressing his skin.

"What is it that you don't want me to see?" you asked him.

His hands flexed a little around yours.

"Why do you think I don't want you to see something?"

You laughed.

"Thor, I am talking to a pillar!" you pointed out, wanting to flick his ear.

He groaned, and then raised his hand to his face.

"I just... I have changed," he explained. "A little bit."

You rolled your eyes. That was it.

"When we met your hair was already long," you reminded him. "And the long beard is very hot."

Thor moved, uncomfortable.

"More than just my beard," he added.

You waited and then he dropped your hand, stepping away from the pillar and walking away from it slowly, finally standing in front of you.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for whatever he had to show you that you hadn't seen before.

"What am I looking for?" you asked.

He signalled to his body, looking frustrated.

Still, you frowned.

He had a body. He wasn't a non-corporeal entity.

"I am..." he tried to explain. "I'm not the same man I was when we last saw one another."

You looked at his body, and finally got what he meant.

Thor had gained weight. That was it.

That was the change he was apparently so ashamed of he was hiding from you.

"Is that your weight?" you asked. "That's what you mean?"

He frowned.

"I'm all soft," he argued. "You know what Rocket called me? He called me chunky. "

You frowned in turn.

Who the fuck was Rocket? What kind of name was that?

"Ba-" you interrupted yourself before you could say the pet name. "Thor, I don't think I get your point."

"I was chiselled when we were together," he affirmed. "Strong and manly. You couldn't grab a single bit of me."

You tried not to roll your eyes as you shook your head.

A decade or so on Earth, and he was starting to show it.

"Are you mad?" you asked him. "You can be as manly as you want to be and you are still strong. You are a fucking god, I highly doubt you can ever be weak."

Thor scoffed and you laughed a little.

"Thor, are you afraid I don't think you are hot anymore?"

He crossed his arms.

"Maybe."

You looked at him and chuckled.

"Let's go to your place," you decided.

Thor frowned, completely confused.

"What?"

You laughed, and looked for words, looking around and finding some kids dangerous close.

"The things I want to say to you shouldn't be said around children," you decided.

His eyes widened, and Thor gulped.

"This way," he pointed, grabbing your hand and pulling.

You were giggling as you followed him, apparently not as fast as him cause Thor stopped and looked at you.

"Hop on my back," he offered.

You did, laughing so loudly you were almost breathless. Your relationship was always spontaneous, and you were used to Thor doing this in the past.

You missed him so much.

You tried to push the sad feeling away, putting your arms around his shoulders and kissing his earlobe, sucking softly right behind it the way you knew he liked quite much.

His fingers squeezed your knees a little tighter, and you chuckled as he walked up a hill.

"We both know those are also not things kids should see," he warned you.

You just giggled more, kissing his neck.

"I'm just being affectionate," you teased him. "Nothing to see here."

Thor grunted.

"I'll show you nothing to see," he mumbled.

Oh, you really wished he did.

Thor stopped in front of a white house and opened the door, holding you with a single hand and kicking it closed with his foot before letting you stand on your own.

"You!" he pointed at your face.

You just grabbed his hand and bit the top of his finger gently, playful.

"I've kept my hands to myself," you reminded him.

Thor grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, and you cut the distance between your lips, kissing him just as you moved your hands up, cradling his face.

Thor was delicate as he kissed you, slow as you savoured each second of being close to him again, of tasting him again.

Oh, how sweet it would be if he was your Thor again, not just Thor.

Your life was so quiet without him, so cold. Even after everything - especially after everything - coming close to him only showed you how much you still wanted him!

"Y/N," he sighed as you stepped away from him.

"You stupid man," you clenched your fingers, holding him by his shirt. "Thinking I could ever not want you."

Thor pulled you closer, big hands pushing your dress up as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

You waited for what he wanted to do, unsure of how far he really even wanted to take this.

It’d been a long time since you two even saw one another, much less had sex.

So you pulled back and looked at his face, and your ex-boyfriend looked at your face.

“Don’t you…” he tried to ask.

“I do,” you confirmed. “But I want to know what you want.”

He stopped, eyes on your face, and you reached for his hand, kissing his palm.

“You said you had things to say about me,” he whispered, flushing a little. “That no children should hear.”

You laughed and kissed your hand again, raising your chin to stare into his eyes.

“I want to kiss you all over,” you affirmed. “From your lips to your thighs, adore you and show you how much I want you.”

You pushed him to the couch, and he fell sat, letting out a little whimper, and you moved your hand to the front of his shirt, pushing it off of his body.

“And when I’m done with that,” you continued. “I want to climb on your lap and ride your cock. Maybe tease you, uh? Not letting you cum until you’re a stuttering mess for me?”

He gulped, speechless, and you giggled.

“Do you want me to do it here?” you asked, throwing his shirt away, caressing his chest and soft torso. “Or will you let me take you to your bed?”

Thor blinked, stunned, and you caressed his face slowly, waiting, knowing well to give him his time. He stood, grabbing you and picking you up, and you chuckled, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he moved you two, so quickly that you barely felt his movement, and Thor sat down on a large bed, raising his bright blue eyes to you, and you were quick to kiss him again.

You took off your flower crown, letting it fall somewhere you couldn’t see, pulling on his soft hair and smiling when he whimpered against your lips.

“My silly Norse god,” you cooed as you scratched his scalp, kissing his chin and jaw over his beard, then his cheek and his nose, placing pecks all over him. “Thinking I don’t think you are the sexiest man alive.”

He closed his eyes, and you kissed his lips gently, standing up as you did.

“Thinking I don’t get weak on my knees every time I see that smile of yours,” you pushed him to lay down. “That I don’t shiver when I hear your voice, that seeing you doesn’t make me remember how much I just want to be with you all the time.”

You caressed his cheeks, scratching his jaw under his beard, and he whimpered a little, and you kissed your way down his neck and his shoulders.

“The only way to make me stop loving you would be if you stopped being yourself,” you smiled a little.

Thor inhaled sharply, and you didn’t look up, kissing the middle of his chest, inhaling the rainy scent he always had, and you couldn’t even find anywhere else, and raised your head when he pulled you up.

“Myself?” he asked.

You stopped, looking at his face.

“Your essence, Thor,” you told him. “It is the most important thing. It is what made me love you.”

He shuddered, and you smiled.

“You could change your hair, become shorter, dress up different, lose your teeth,” you chuckled. “And as long as you were you, welcoming growth, eager to always be a good man with a good heart, so damn affectionate I never found myself feeling unloved and the many other qualities that make you yourself… then you’d still be the same man.”

Thor smiled, finally, a little bashful and with a glim in his eyes.

“Besides,” you moved down on your body, back to kissing his skin. “More of you means I have more skin to kiss…”

You took your hands to his pants, unlacing them, and pulled them down his legs along with his underwear.

“More skin to touch and tease,” you tossed his pants back, running your hands on his thighs, and his beautiful cock welcomed you, hard and ready. “To bite…”

You wrapped your fingers around it, slowly stroking him.

“I bet you didn’t think about that, uh?” you teased him.

Your ex-boyfriend grabbed you, pulling you up to his side and kissing your lips deeply, passionate.

“Which gods looked at me and thought I deserved someone like you?” he asked, looking at your face.

You smiled, resting your forehead on his.

“I think you might have heard of him,” you teased him. “Thor, god of thunder. A hero with a heart of gold. He found me and slowly showed me the most happiness I have ever felt in my life.”

He closed his eyes, positively looking like he was about to cry.

“And then he left you,” he mumbled, sad.

“To grow,” you caressed his cheek. “And come back once he was ready.”

Thor watched your face, soft and sweet, and caressed your face, kissing you again, and you moved your hands to his arms and his body as he pushed your dress down your shoulders, a single hand moving to untie it around our waist.

“I want to see you,” he bit your lower lip. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You let him push the dress off of you, eagerly kissing you, and Thor’s big hand squeezed one of your breasts.

“I want to feel your skin,” he panted. “Feel your cunt squeezing me, hear your sweet moans again.”

His fingers pinched your nipple, and you whimpered, sensitive.

“Thor,” you sighed.

“I love you so much,” he kissed your neck. “Should have never let you go.”

You pushed your underwear down your leg while he was still kissing you, and only pulled away from Thor to climb onto his hips. You sat back on his thighs, still just as ridable as ever, and took his cock again, stoking it as your cunt fluttered around nothing, eager for him.

“You want me to ride your cock, Thor?” you teased him.

He grabbed your hips, raising you.

“Wanna see you riding me,” Thor affirmed, and you adjusted his cock, pushing the head of his cock against your entrance. “Wanna watch your pretty tits bouncing as I make you jump on me the way I know you love to do.”

You smiled, gasping when you felt his tip inside you, and sank down to take his cock whole, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he was so big.

Five fucking years had made you forget how much of a stretch it was to have him inside you.

“Perfect,” he raised your hips. “So wet.”

You whined, rotating your hips each time he bottomed out inside you, not daring to tear your eyes from him.

“Did teasing me made your cunt wet, my love?” his fingers caressed your skin. “Making me dumb and mad with your lips like the brat you are.”

You giggled, and he pushed himself into you, brushing against your sweet spot and making you yelp.

“Thor!”

“A teasing brat,” he added, hand moving to your cunt and his thumb pressing on your clit.

You rested your hands on his chest, both your legs and his hands guiding you to bounce on him, riding his hard cock.

“Want to make you cum,” he commanded in a deep growl. “Been missing that cunt for years, that sweet squeeze...”

You threw your head back and cried out when his fingers moved on you, driving you mad and closer and closer to the edge, but looked right back at him again, wanting to look at him and see him, show him that he was the one who was making you cum and making you feel this good.

“Please, Thor,” you whimpered. “Make me cum on your cock, make me cum for you.”

His fingers moved fast, and your legs weakened, your muscles trembling as your peak neared you, his cock brushing and brushing against your sweet spot as his thumb played with your bud with the knowledge of having gotten you off so many times over the years.

“Cum for me, my love,” he coaxed you, sweet and firm. “Milk my cock with that sweet cunt, show me how pretty you look when a make you peak.”

You came listening to his moans and he held you as you did, trembling and shaking, and Thor squeezed the side of your hip when he himself came, fucking you with shallow strokes and moaning deeply as he did.

You lied on his chest, catching your breath, and planted soft kisses on his skin as you did, smiling as he caressed your skin gently, placing a little kiss on your forehead.

“Are you staying?” he asked softly.  “In Asgard?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“For a year, at least,” you told him.

He breathed slowly under you, and you raised your head to look at his face.

“And you?”

Thor looked at your face, eyes watching yours, and his hand moved to your face, caressing your cheek.

“I didn’t know if I would before,” he told you. “But I think I can stay for a bit. To catch up.”

You squinted your eyes.

“Catch up?” you asked.

Thor nodded and you smiled a little.

“I will love to catch up with you.”

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