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justjams2003 · 2 years
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Snippit 3
You get the jest. (Also I’m nowhere near done with this fic and these snippits are gaining no traction. But I shall continue writing. Bc its for me. I also considered making it an x reader to gain more people’s attension. But that won’t include everyone and I don’t want to make an x reader that you can’t imagine yourself in. Thoughts??)
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Oc
Warnings: Polyamoury, swinging, unicorn couple, smut, pussy eating, fingering, werewolf
Summary: After a hearty battle Thor and Star enjoy each other’s bodies and other.
Word count: 1,6k
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"I like her," Star says, watching the hairy girl fight with honour. "Do you, my dear?" Thor questions, his hand resting on Star's hip. They're on a battle field.The both of them cool and calm of course. None of the enemy cause too much of a problem for them. After all, the battle is pretty much over.  
This woman that they are watching is merely finishing the last few. Thor's felt the tension between Star and this wolf girl. Her name, Darrow Declan. Of course, to Thor, she is quite the sight to see. With fangs and claws and a thirst for bloodshed.  
"Do you want her?" He asks, bending down slightly to whisper in her pointed ear. She grins looking up at him, she places her hand on his broad ches. Star shows him the biggest puppy eyes she can muster, even pushing her bottom lip out in a pout, knowing damn well that there is no way in hell that Thor could ever say no. "Yes please, sir," she uses the dominant name, showing that she has manners and deserves a treat.  
Thor's armor grows tight around his crotch by just hearing the word 'sir' fall from her lips. "All right, my princess, go get her," he allows, his heart swells as Star's eyes fill with joy. "Thank you, sir!" Star stands on her tippy toes and gives her lover a very grateful kiss.  
When she comes up for air, she runs over to the women talking to some other soldier. Thor's power still pumping through her, electricity follows closely behind her. Without thinking she jumps, expecting Darrow to catch her.  
The werewolf does, of course. Hearing her approach with her superhearing. Not to mention, dropping the princess of the Light Elves and the Prince of Asgard's lover would probably be considered treason.
Star grins at the shocked expression on Darrow's face. Her legs wrapped around the bigger girl's waist. Then, she smashes her lips into Darrow's lips. Finally getting to taste those sweet lips that she's been staring at for so long now.  
The people that don't personally know the two's jaw hang open. Watching in shock as Thor just lets this happen. Not to mention the vigor and passion of his girlfriend. "How can you just let that happen?" The werewolve's head guard asks, looking up at the mighty god of thunder. "It makes her happy," Thor shrugs, it's true. What ever makes his baby girl happy, he's glad to supply.
"But, how do you know she'll return to you?" The man asks, his jaw still slack. "I don't believe I would let that happen. Plus, I am going to join them," Thor states with a shrug, looking forward to the sight. "Really?" The prince can't help but chuckle at the disbelieve of the man he had just battled with.  
"Watch," is all that Thor replies with. He causally approaches the two kissing women. Darrow is still in shock, how could this be happening. Not that she doesn't enjoy it, Star is quite the beauty after all. But, what will her partner say?
"What about his majesty?" She voices her concerns once she's come up for air. Star rolls her eyes, why do they always ask? "You worry far too much." Is all that she answers with, before continuing her passionate kiss. Her hands intertwining in the werewolf women's thick head of hair.  
Star can just sense how Thor coming. Though, it is quickly confirmed by the big, warm hand on her lower back. The guard watches as the beautiful Elf girl raises her head by Thor's presences. Only to give him an even more passionate kiss as the werewolf warrior.  
Afterwards Thor turns to that same warrior, grabs their chin and raises it. All in order to make the girl quiver with a kiss. "I'll wait in the tent," he winks at the two and then saunters into the royal tent laid out.The guards watches as the Light Elf drops from the werewolf's arms, take her hand and lead her into the before-mentioned tent.  
Thor is already taking off his armour. Star can see his cape hang over a chair, throne off as if he was in a rush. Which he was, seeing Star so happy really did things to him, plus the affirming name, there could not be more reason for him to need her so. So when the both of them enter, there is a low rumble of thunder.
Not the kind that strikes fear into people's hearts, or the kind that make you feel alone in a big storm. The kind that light your body on fire with desire. That make you need for another in your bed, to share the adrenaline of the storm with.  
Star quickly shoves the werewolf girl down on the bed. Quick to remove their armour, leaving the both of them barebottom naked. The light hue from the sun shining through the material of the tent create a breeze of pink on Star’s shining white wings and smooth pale back.
Thor just can't help himself. His hand lands right on her waist, he presses him bare chest against her back, of course, watching for her wings. His lips follow the curve of her spine with delicate kisses. His beard tickles her smooth skin, causing shivers to run through her body.  
"Strip." Star commands to the girl watching the both of them closely, still in awe at her luck. All while Star is flourishing in Thor's gentle touches of worship. Her eyes watching every move of Darrow. Like an eagle making sure their prey doesn't escape or veer from the plan. The girl does as she is told, sitting up and throwing her armour to the side. "By Odin's beard, Thor, is that not a sight to see?" Star mutters pit as Darrow's toned body glimmers with excitement.  
He lets out a hearty chuckle, his eyes resting on Darrow's but not his body. His kisses are still smooth against her neck. Thor's hands go from her waist to her bottom and ever so gently on her wings. Still in awe at the magnificent creation that is her body. The majestic wings and tip of her ears. Like nothing he's seen before.
"Two beautiful women? I don't believe there to be a better sight." Is all Thor says, he takes his chin in his hand, guiding her up to look him in the eyes. "Just you and me?" He asks, confirming the agreement they had. That this fling that they have does not go deeper than body. That lust is as far as it goes and that after their escapade it will again just be the two of them.  
Star nods, her eyes filled with earnest truth, "Just you and me," Thor's jaw pops and he nods. Taking her lips in his, sharing a deep, passionate and soul connecting kiss to seal their agreement. Immediately after they turn their ravenous attention to Darrow. Star crawls onto the bed, where Darrow usually the predator is, now she is prey.  Thor watches intently as Star kissing all around the other girl's body.  
From this angle, Thor can see Star is dripping and ready to fuck or be fucked in any sort of way. Her juices even slick down her thigh, “You look amazing, my dear,” Thor mutters, watching as she grins mid kiss. He begins pumping his girth, his member standing tall begging for any touch.  
Star sucks on Darrow’s erect nipple, her left hand pinching the other. While the right is roaming wherever she can. From the girl’s bum to her waist and even a few times Darrow’s throbbing clit. However, Thor quickly swats her hand away, just to replace it with his own.
Coating Darrow with her own dripping wetness. Seeing her folds only makes Thor tighter. Star isn’t in his way for very long. “You are going to use that pretty mouth of yours,” she explains before getting herself seated right on Darrow’s face. The girl is quick to react, her tongue encircling her folds.
All while Thor’s hands are still kept busy. Once he’s decided that she’s wet enough he adds a finger. Darrow gasps at the sudden feeling. The sudden hot breath making Star’s head fly back. Thor chuckles at the reaction. Quickly he begins pumping and curling his fingers. Making it harder for her to focus and yet somehow her job of eating Star out still prevails.  
This continues, Thor adding a few fingers. Even if they are ravishing each other’s bodies, there is still love floating through the air. A mutual understanding of the goal of extasy. That here they are each all working together for the pleasurement of themselves and each other. How each action is to induce a state dizzy euphoria.  
Which, after loathing and lusting in that state of in between shared consciousness, was, eventually, reached. The two alien girls reaching that feeling where nothing matter except that feeling of heavy and pure sex. All while Thor gets to enjoy the sight of this jubilation. Causing the feeling of a warm buzz, proud to have had some part of this.  
Not long after this bash of sudden ecstasy washes away, Thor is quickly moved to the bottom. This reach of high and then flip of positions continue all throughout the night. Even once on Darrow’s direwolf. It’s safe to say not one of them had any sleep that night. Even so, in the morning, Thor and Star return to each other. Thanking Darrow for the wonderful night and promising many lavishes.  
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months
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teamwork
kinktober, day twenty-six
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a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.
summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 
warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
word count: 5400
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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 
“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”
Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”
“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 
Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 
“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 
“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 
“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 
With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.
Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 
Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 
“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”
Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.
From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”
With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”
“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”
“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 
“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 
“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”
Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 
“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.
“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 
“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”
“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”
“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 
“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 
“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 
“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”
“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.
“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”
From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 
“No, it wasn’t-”
But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 
Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”
“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 
“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”
“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 
Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”
“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 
Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”
“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”
“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”
“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”
“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”
Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”
“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 
“And just why would he do such a thing?”
“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”
“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 
“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”
“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”
As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”
Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”
With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 
Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 
As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 
But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 
Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”
“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 
“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 
You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 
Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”
Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 
Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”
“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 
“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”
“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”
“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”
“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.
You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 
“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”
Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”
“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”
Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 
“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 
Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”
Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 
When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 
“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 
As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”
“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”
As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 
“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 
Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 
Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 
Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 
“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”
Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 
“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 
Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 
When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”
Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 
It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 
After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.
“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”
In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”
“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”
“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”
The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”
Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”
“I’m a dirty girl.”
Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”
“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!
Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.
“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 
“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 
Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”
“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 
“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 
“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”
Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 
“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.
Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”
Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.
“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 
Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 
“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 
After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 
But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”
“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”
Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”
“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.
“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 
“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”
Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 
“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 
“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”
Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 
With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”
Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 
Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 
“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”
Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 
“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.
“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 
“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 
“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”
“B-but it’s so much, I-”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”
“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”
And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.
“Aah!” 
Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 
Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.
Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?
Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.
Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 
Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 
Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”
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daniraevys · 1 year
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Tony(after nearly dying from space): You ever tried shawarma? I don't know what it is, but I really want to try it.
Avengers(internally): *sighing in relief* Oh thank god! We atleast got a fancy date after fighting off an alien army and seeing this adorable self-sacrificial idiot almost die!!
Loki: I would like to remind all of you that I was promised a drink first.
*Thor shutting Loki up with manacles and a gag*
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askatrigenderlgbt · 7 months
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Marvel Prompt 😷🤕🤒
Welp, my family (including me) caught COVID. Not my mom though(hopefully). So to handle feeling like utter shit, I'ma make a prompt on my favorite characters felling like shit!
Prompt: Ironman and Hawkeye are in a battle with Hydra, being pushed into a corner away from the others. After being knocked out via emps and stun shots, Tony and Clint are kidnapped.
Later they wake up locked in separate cages. They find out there is a third cage. Inside is Loki, looking bad. Ragged breaths and appearing quite ill. Tony and Clint felt fear down their spins. Loki, nor Thor, couldn't get sick from human illness. What Loki was going through must have been Hydra's doing.
Then their cages started to fill with gas. Both men tried to hold their breath, knowing that it was probably the virus that infected Loki. They didn't last long. Each breath they took in was a burning sensation, already becoming harder to breathe at all. Fever, chills, pain in every muscle to a debilitating degree, it hit both Tony and Clint like a train full force.
Tony had it worse, his arc reactor already making it hard to gain air. He was clawing at his throat desperately. Clint was trying to stop coughing, each time failing. He could feel how his throat was already raw and dry.
Loki was curled up in a ball completely focused on himself, but was also trying to move closer to the glass. He was trying to reach Clint and Tony. To at least save them from this messed up fate.
Then a familiar roar echoed the facility, all the way to where the three were hidden. Hope burned within the group that they would potentially make it out of this alive, or at best receive justice.
Soon Natasha breached the room. Quickly scanning around before running to a terminal. She stops the cages gas chambers, quickly typing in something else. The virus gas was vacuumed out of the boxes and replaced with a new relief. Not a cure but more like an epidural. Tony barely escaped blacking out from chocking, sucking in oxygen deeply. Clint is panting, his throat in pain and so dry. And Loki? He was curled up on the floor of his cage, trying to calm down.
It didn't take long for the rest of the avengers to arrive, Thor sprinting towards his brother. The three soon find themselves in quarantine, Nick having sent a medical team to help them. Tony, Clint, and Loki were under monitor in case they had a declining health status.
The avengers waited by their side when they could, assuring them that they weren't going to leave them. They also made it clear that they were definitely in time out and would in fact be babied when they got home.
They didn't mind at all.
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julunibalism · 1 year
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Random Head cannon I came up with in school:
Okay so one of my favorite hc of Tony is that he speaks Italian, ok so imagine post Avengers 1, everyones living in the tower, and Tony gives all of them Italian nicknames at first the nicknames are pretty tame, but as he gets to know all of them they get more intimate, and everyone just thinks Tony is calling them weird names in Italian, but Tony's just waiting for one of them to realize he's been calling them sweet nicknames 🥰
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worstloki · 2 years
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camelotsheart · 2 years
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going insane over the thor love and thunder fandango interview. when chris says “there is love in this film across the board. everyone has a little awakening in one way or another, some shape of form; a universal love, love for oneself, love for friends, love for the universe”. when taika says “you can assume some things from the title, but also don’t assume”. when tessa says “how the film ends is different than what you might think, but i would say it’s the ‘loviest’ marvel movie in the history of marvel movies”. when taika says “it’s a romantic comedy” and also says “now you’re just talking about the romance you all assume i’m taking about”. when tessa says “valkyrie is someone who’s deeply steeped in her love for sisterhood, and missing that and longing for that, and so having jane in the universe is lovely because she has access to that thing again of having a sister, and i think it's delicious that she is another version of thor. i think a big love that valkyrie has is taking the piss out of her dear friend, and so there's like another opportunity to do that in a way with seeing his counterpart". and when she says "tropes are really cool, it's why we tune in and watch these movies obsessively, and also what we can do to subvert them". and when chris says "there's a wonderful amount of fun and adventure and humour, but heart in the centre of it, and love, and i do think this is what this film embodies in many, many ways."
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monster-cock69 · 2 years
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Peter always spends his heats miserable, even though sex with Tony is normally wonderful. And then his alpha proposes inviting the team, because most of them are alphas, and that extra knots and fingers could go a long way toward him having a better experience.
It's the best heat he's ever had
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farragoofwires · 10 months
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don' dweeblog
I need to acquire more poly v and or triad ships that are two women and a dude, for equality, but of course that would require media to include two female characters having a fun dynamic with both each other and a dude, which is apparently illegal.
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loversquarrels · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: God of War (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Thor (God of War), Sif (God of War), Thrúd (God of War), Týr (God of War), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Thor trying to do better, The Aesir healing, Kratos (God of war) - Freeform, Freya (God of war) - Freeform, A LOT of Angst, But eventual comfort Summary:
We all know how Ragnarok goes. Thor, the might god of thunder, dies at the hands of his own father. But what if he didn't. What if he had a chance to do better after the events. What if he was forced to face his crimes, to face his own toxic masculinity, all in order to become a real father. He may not be able to be a leader, the next all father, but at least he can try to be a better person. But what happens when everyone is rooting for Thor's failure. What happens when he is used as scape goat for the struggles of unity between the realms. How will the aesir both pay for what they have done and how will they heal from the abuse. What will happen when Thor's whole identity is stripped away and he's left exposed.
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trashingfish · 1 year
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I'm really surprised that not that many people ship Kratos and Thor....like they would have made great husbands together in my opinion
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the1stwintersoldier · 10 months
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[Im bored, so ima make a thor x bucky x loki story cause I haven't seen one of those yet. Also, NO INCEST bc thays weird and before this starts their will probably be SWEARING, and probably in my other future books or whatever]
M-Me?
Buckys pov
I jolted awake as I heard loud bangs, threats, and screams. I sighed as I rolled my eyes and gently jumped out of bed. I quickly made my way to the kitchen where the noise was coming from. I stood at the doorway and coughed. As soon as I did so, both brothers looked at me while both of them had daggers to each other's throats, like literally. I sighed as I looked at the both of them while saying, "Can't you guys just stop fighting?." I said kinda pissed off, and annoyed that this was happening again. Soon, both of them backed off of each other, but both still had their daggers ready in case the other tried anything. I sighed once again in annoyance before speaking again. "Why can't you two not fight for the thrown for once?" I asked angrily. only to be laughed at by the pair. "ITS NOT FUNNY," I yelled at the ignorant brothers in front of me, only to be laughed at once again but harder. Only for loki to say. "Do you really think we would be fighting over that?" He said practically on the floor. "W-well yea. What else would you be fighting over? "You, stupid," thor replied, I stood their stunned for a bit before saying. "M-me?" But before i could say anything else, loki butted in saying. "Yes, you dumbass," they both suddenly started coming closer to me, I slowly started walking back, a little bit intimidated by both men. Soon, my back collided with the wall while two figures towered over me. I immediately turned as red as I felt a warm sensation on my lips, but it ended quite quickly but thankfully replaced by another pair of lips. After we pulled apart, I looked up only to stare into Loki's warm, dark eyes. They both soon took me to the lounge room, and before I could ask anything, they asked me, "So, who will it be?" I was still a bit baffled at the things that had just happened, but my mind started racing, confused on who to pick, if this was real, and what the fuck just happened. But I came to the conclusion that I wanted both. I took a deep breath in, hoping that they would say yes, happily, and not be disgusted with me. "I-I want b-both of y-you." I shut my eyes tightly only to feel two strong pairs of arms wrap around me. I slowly opened my eyes and asked them, "a-aren't you disgusted w-with m-me?" They both chuckled at my question while thor responded, saying,"we were hoping you'd say that. " they then both kissed the top of my head, then my cheaks, and then my lips I almost instantly turned bright red. Looking down, I whispered, "c-can we m-maybe g-go cuddle?" I asked a little shyly. They both smiled warmly as they both lifted my head with their fingers. I smiled shyly and took both their hands as I led them to my room to cuddle.
[Ik, ik, it's shit. suck it up, idrc, that much. Also, sorry for the quick and basic ass ending. idrk what to write, so if you have any suggestions, please tell me. just no incest, straight ships, or top bucky and only the Avengers. Sorry if that is too much to ask for, btw.]
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daniraevys · 1 year
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Tony(Wakes up after being rescued by Hulk): PLEASE, TELL ME NOBODY KISSED ME!
Avengers: *avert eyes, looking guiltily*
p.s no they didn't kiss tony, but they were sure thinking about it
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askatrigenderlgbt · 10 months
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Marvel Prompt🤍🩷🩵🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜
(Tony has been injured, taking a bullet for Clint. It thankfully didn't hit any dangerous areas, but it did come close to the Arc Reactor- startling his team badly. Clint can't help but puppy guard him for a while, unable to stop seeing tony falling to the floor bleeding. Steve can't help but follow Tony around as much as possible- to afraid of losing him, especially before confessing his feelings for the genius.)
Tony: *On the couch, irritated* Do I have to lay here?
Clint: *Sitting on the floor in front of Tony* Yep, you just stay there and let Steve cuddle you! Please, for us? *Gives the puppy eyes look, the one people feel to guilty to say no to*
Tony: ...Fine.
Steve: *embarrassed and flustered* I'm sorry Tony, I just... j-just...
(Steve struggles to find the words he needs. In the end he can only bury his face back into Tony hair, nuzzling his entire form even closer to Tony's body somehow.)
Steve: I can't say it right now Tony, but believe me when I say I can't stand to see you hurt again like that. I hate when you're hurt at all.
Tony: *Confused, oblivious, and concerned* Alright Cap, you can hold me as long as you want. Take your time on whatever you have to say too, I can wait. *Glances at Clint* you can stay too, you know? As long as you desire, Birdbrain... Want to hold my hand?
(Tony offers Clint his hand, which he happily takes. Steve is happy too, grateful that Tony was understanding. Then the other Avengers decided to join them, setting themselves around Tony.)
Tony: *Sighs* Well it's now a party in here, can I at least have a drink?
Natasha: *Hands over a glass of chocolate milk*
Tony: *Deadpan stare* ...Thanks. Also, why?
Hulk: No bad drink today, only safe ones. *Gently pats Tony's head*
Steve: Hulk is right, you shouldn't drink right now Tony. You're one some strong medicine and being drunk isn't going to help you heal anyway.
(Tony pouts, but settles as he drinks the chocolate. Thor comes over with snacks for Tony, things that won't be too hard on his stomach. The medication is making him feel great, but he doesn't feel hungry much.)
Thor: Eat SHIELD brother! You need your strength to recover your wounds! Steve would be saddened if you had to stay down much longer.
(Tony's attention was caught on what Thor said.)
Tony: Why would- Steve, why would you be sad if I'm benched for awhile anyway, besides me being an important part of the team?
Steve: *Blushing, he mumbles his words.*
Tony: Could you say that again? I didn't hear you, and I don't have super hearing like you do.
Steve: *Blushing red now, blurts out his answer.* I-I love you!
(Five whole, silent, seconds pass by.)
Tony: *Blushes* I like you too, Steve.
Steve: *Bolts up, staring at Tony's face* Really!?
Tony: *Hiding his face in his hands* Yeah...
Clint: Do you love me, Tony? *Teasing*
Tony: *Blushing harder* Y-Yeah.
(Clint froze, staring at Tony with disbelief. A blush slowly making way on his face.)
Hulk: Little Tony like all of us?
Tony: *Gives a small squeak* Y-Yes, okay! I like all of you, each of you having traits that make you wonderful! *So red at this point*
Avengers: ...
( They bring Tony down off the couch, rearranging themselves so they could cuddle their precious genius.)
Avengers: *internally* No one shall take Tony from us. No one.
If anyone wants to write this as a fanfic you have complete permission, I only ask you link me the story so I can read it!
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The Love and Thunder I want.
Since our dear Valkyrie is Bi, she should have the hots for Jane and end up being super charming and adorable. Enough for Thor to be concerned about her being legit competition for Jane's affections. And then Jane realizes that Thor and Brun are vying for her love and realizes she likes them both and ends up with two loves instead of one. And then they all decide to get married.
If it doesn't become a poly thing, I don't want it, #sorrynotsorry.
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Soo if ur still doing request- can i request some poly Thor x reader x loki? U can make it smut ot fluff or both? I just cant find these kind or fics😅 feel free to ignore! Take ur time!!😄😄👊👊
I can totally do that 😁😄 you can also choose some scenario or/and kinks if you want (their Links are in my bio 😉)
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