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#maybe he did actually have a plan and was making sure Thor knew and Thor figured it out and THAT'S why he never mentioned loki
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If it's okay can I please ask for a yandere Poseidon and Beelzebub and Thor and with kianna komori like in this scenario they meet her during Ragnarok as a petite girl holding a parasail but they end up confessing their
feelings but she declined thinking they're just going to hurt her or have ill intentions with her and she makes it her personal mission to avoid them and stays close to Papa Adam
But she does have feelings for them but she just pushes them down thinking it's worthless to have feelings for someone that wants her dead
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-He had been walking around the arena, waiting for this tournament to start, curious as to what humanity had to offer against the gods, but he wasn’t anticipating much. Humans had always been weaker than the gods, they were made that way of course, but there was something in the back of his mind, telling him that something was wrong- the Valkyries were planning something.
-He knew it was true, he just didn’t know what, but he wanted to find out. He was willing to spare some members of humanity, maybe just taking out the majority in some natural disasters, like floods, again. But to see these Valkyries going around, acting so confidently, it irritated him.
-In his irritation, he almost missed a flash of something- or rather someone. It was a young maiden, dressed in frills and bows, holding a parasol over her head, looking so dainty and delicate, but her face- your face, held no emotions other than what looked to be sadness, but he couldn’t say for sure.
-He had never seen such a maiden before- you looked so young, so fragile and petite, but there was something about you that drew him in, like a fly to honey. You were a human, that much he could tell, and he did feel slight irritation that he wanted to know more about you- a mere human.
-You heard the footsteps and turned, seeing one of the fighters for the gods there, which made your eyes widen only slightly and only for a moment or two, but other than that you didn’t react, not even in fear or worry.
-This caused (Love) some mild confusion, you obviously knew who he was, as you had recognized him, but you didn’t seem bothered otherwise- most humans, and even most of the other gods, were afraid of him- afraid of his power and what he could do.
-You went to turn back towards the massive arena, twirling your parasol daintily, when he spoke, “Aren’t you afraid?” his question made you pause, before turning back, curious as to why he wanted to know.
-Your voice was soft and gentle, but there was a lingering sadness in it, like you had been hurt and betrayed too many times in the past, “Why would I be afraid? You gods know that, even if you lose, you can still wipe out humanity. I’ve heard many of you saying so- I’ve died once, and I’ve lived through wishing for death every day of my life- so why would I be scared of dying again? I know at least this time, if I die, I will finally be free.”
-Your words stunned him, hearing this, it aggravated him that you believed the gods wouldn’t be honorable to hold up their end of the bargain, if humanity somehow managed to defeat the gods. He had to pause, realizing why you probably felt like this, as there were many gods who never did uphold their end of bargains, so why would you and humanity trust them.
-It was your words about yourself, however, that drew him even closer, hearing that you had wished for death and peace for your whole life, and that you were okay with dying.
-It made him curious as to who hurt you- who made you so welcoming of death? You saw his curious gaze and you turned from him and started to walk away, “I’m leaving- I will not be used by anyone else.”
-He started- holding up a hand as if to reach out to you, surprisingly himself on how observant you were but also surprising himself that he actually reached out to you.
-You were a curious human- he wanted to know more and more about you, but there was also a fire in his belly, one that wanted to keep you all to himself, to protect you from the horrors of the world and what you lived in fear of.
-That was it- he was sure that you were just scared, putting up a front, to protect yourself from being hurt from someone unworthy of your attention. He would prove it to you- he would prove that he was strong and that he would keep you safe.
-Nobody would be able to hurt his adorable little doll again.
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marvel-and-dc-geek · 9 months
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The Gods of Thunder and the Gods of Mischief
Escaping from Asgard had proved to be a slightly difficult task, tho luckily, the plan was working out mostly fine. Sure, one or two buildings had suffered damage, and sure, their poor grandfather’s statue was now headless…and of course, that was without counting all the guards that Volstagg, Sif, Hoggun, Fandral and Heimdall had had to distract, tho he was confident that the warriors were skilled enough to have incapacitated them without further harm.
But the brothers (even if Loki didn’t want to consider himself his brother ) and Jane were almost on their destiny, he hoped. That was until he saw that his brother was aiming the ship towards a group of rocks
“Loki…” Thor was concerned, a crash like that could be fatal
“If it was easy, everyone would do it “ Loki sounded confident, tho he was a trickster after all.
“Are you mad ?” Tho not as mad as himself for allowing his brother to take control of the ship.
“Possibly “ being fair, he knew about said risks, so Thor only had to blame his own decisions. He tended to Jane, making sure his mortal love was alright…
Luckily the ship didn’t crash, as they slipped into a passage that only his brother seemed to have known. It was brief, Thor went to check on Jane again, and when he got up, they had arrived…
But it didn’t exactly seemed as things went smoothly. First of all, the ship was gone. More worryingly so, Jane was also gone
“What did you do ?” Thor angrily asked to his brother, but to his surprise, Loki seemed genuinely puzzled
“This had never happened before…” the black haired god mumbled. The place didn’t look familiar, tho the decoration did, perhaps…
Looking outsides, things were even weirder. While Asgard floated just like pieces those pieces of land were doing, the realm was connected, instead of the individual pieces there.
“Are we in Valhalla ?” But that made little sense, they didn’t die in a battle. If the crash had killed them, their souls would’ve gone to Hellheim at best
“Brother, you flatter me, but do you think I’d end up in Valhalla of all places ?” Loki was more pessimistic about it.
“Actually, you are indeed in Valhalla “ both brothers looked back in shock. If that strange voice managed to sneak up to Loki, maybe it was a bad sign “ah why the faces ? I haven’t even done one of my little tricks yet “
Both of them turned around: the voice’s source was a young looking man, slender and smaller than both gods. His hair was a green darker than most of Loki’s clothes, with a particular white streak on his front.His eyes were strange as well, with a purple tone that humans usually didn’t posses, as far as he knew. The braid on his hair was a good sign that the brothers were perhaps in the domain of their realm.
“My brother and I seem to be lost “ perhaps the stranger looking young one could guide them, and find a place…or tell them where Jane was
“But why’d you think you are dead ?” The stranger didn’t precisely look happy, taking a closer look: somehow he got on Thor’s eye level “you are a cute one…it’d be a shame if…”
“I don’t think my brother appreciates that, he’s got a girlfriend” tho Loki was trying not to laugh much “besides you are in the presence of the prince of Asgard, and the rightful king of Jotunheim. I’m Loki Laufeyson…”
“Odinson “ Thor corrected his brother
“Loki? As in the god of mischief, lies and wild fire ?” The stranger with green hair asked, leaving the thunderer alone and going towards the raven haired god. He was floating, which explained his sudden increase in height.
“Why yes, it’s nice to at be recognized “and most importantly, at least for Loki, he didn’t add ‘Thor’s brother ‘
“Hmm, that’s not possible “ the green haired man turned his body down, staring at the younger prince quite puzzled “is this some kind of joke ? Or are you two just idiots ?”
The sudden tone change was weird, and Thor dedided to step in to avoid an issue from his more volatile brother attempting to stab a soul in there
“Please forgive my brother, we are quite confused if I’m honest…see, it’s a matter of importance for us to get back to-“ but he was interrupted by the same strange young man, who put his finger on his lips
“How can you be Loki? And why would your last name be Laufeyson? Or Odinson?” And now the strange guy was floating downsides
“As my father’s name, or the man who claims to be my father. Quite simple, I expect that even such a slow witted being would be able to get it”it seemed that his brother was about to turn the mysterious man into a creature of his dislike, and for once defended the thunderer by pushing the man away.
“I’d appreciate it if you could at least be kind enough to show us how to exit this place “ Thor tried to be polite, maybe starting a fight could complicate their situation “see..”
“Wait, you are the prince of Asgard ? Or…Loki…said so at least “ well yes, he was “so…are you Balder, Tyr, or Thor?” The thunderer couldn’t recognize the first name if he was honest, and Tyr was the leader of Asgard’s army.
That made the only answer quite obvious “I’m Thor, son of Odin” as he tried to explain before , maybe now they would get help
“Ah, sure you are. I don’t see Mjolnir anywhere “ the green haired young man scoffed
Gods, they didn’t have time for all that small talk. Maybe he’d shut up
Thor took out his mighty hammer; does in all nine kingdoms knew better than to make the god get angry and use it against them. Few foes would try to fight against him in they saw it. It was possibly not wise, but the asgardian couldn’t help a humble smile (humble isn’t the word Loki would use tho) as he showed his weapon.
But all he heard from the green haired man was laughter “ you call that thing Mjolnir ?” He asked while still laughing. Well, he couldn’t help but feel a bit offended honestly “hey coz, what do you think ?”
Thor wondered who on the nine realms was that man speaking too. Tho Loki’s face made him think that he was about to find out: his little brother’s eyes were widened with astonishment, and possibly fear. Slowly, he turned back to see what caused that reaction.
The man standing behind him was taller than every asgardian he’d seen. He was nearly the height of the Hulk, tho less broad in his shoulders. Thor did something he usually didn’t have to do: look up. Fiery red long hair adorned his head. The redhead’s eyes were black, with his pupils yellow just as the strange marks that adorned his face, or at least what could be seen of them. His weapon was huge, twice as wide as the man himself, and just as long it seemed.
“Now that’s Mjolnir, not your small tiny winy hammer “ the green haired man chuckled
“Loki, I thought I was clear when I told you to leave me alone “ the man grumbled
“Excuse me ?” Loki was puzzled. Usually such accusations would be well founded, but for once, his brother was completely innocent
“Not you, idiot “ the green haired youth called “Cuz, turns out these two are Thor and Loki! Would you believe that? I think your old man owes us both an explanation”
Thor could swear that…Thor’s eyes were sprawling like a lighting, tho the man looked more irritated than puzzled
“What sort of stupid prank is this ?” The redhead sounded irritated. He had to admit that he understood the feeling
“I assure you it’s no prank. My brother and I arrived here through means we can’t fully explain, but if you could help us, our at least tell you which way to get out of here as fast as possible “ Loki didn’t seem confident either
“How come you two are brothers ? Does your old man like Jotuns that much ?” The green haired Loki asked. God, now there were two
“It’s a long story..” Thor didn’t want to explain much
“I’m adopted “but Loki had a simple solution it seemed
Strangely enough, the redhead wasn’t talking a lot
“You never said no” the green haired Loki didn’t seem to want to put a single foot on the floor, as he was still floating “are you done crying, Thor ? Maybe we could see if someone can help these two…or let’s send them to fight ! Do you think blondie could win ?”
“I have warned you, cousin, against speaking like that about the noblest warrior I have faced “the face of the redhead god looked more somber than it already had, his eyes nearly sparkling as he spoke
“Besides, we aren’t here to fight. We wish to return so my brother can save his girlfriend and we can stop a threat to Asgard “Loki seemed exasperated
“Asgard is fine…well ours is” the green haired one shrugged “agh common cuz, he was only a mortal. Get over it already “
The red head god glared at his cousin, his hammer seemed to show the anger for him, as Thor caught red lightings surrounding it “the only reason I allow you to speak as you do is because kin slaying is the worst act one can commit, but don’t push your luck, Loki”
Ah, pretty familiar. And white frankly, he could understand the feelings of…Thor “I can attest that mortals are quite mighty warriors. While I haven’t met the one you speak of, I fought side by side with the Avengers “he spoke proudly. Loki glared at him, of course his brother didn’t like to hear about it.
The other gods looked at him puzzled. The green haired Loki didn’t look happy, his purple eyes seemed full of rage. Then, his smile changed, tho it made him look rather frog like “ahh, but you see, my dear cousin didn’t fight alongside him. Tell them, Thor, how did your dear mortal friend died “
“I killed him” the redhead said without hesitation, tho maybe there was a bit of regret in his voice
“Huh, what a friend…” Thor heard his brother mumble under his breath.
“It was the best fight I’ve had in my life,I’ll never forget such a man “ he sounded suspicious…but the blonde respected such preferences
“And you are telling me that you reduce yourself to fight along mortals?” The green haired one scoffed “at least tell me you only used them”
“Oh no, he didn’t. He is part of some weird team they have. You call yourselves the Avengers, right, brother ?” His brother didn’t seem to mind much giving away such information
“And we bested you, Loki, don’t leave that part out “ tho part of him regretted that comment, seeing his brother’s eyes had a certain feel of regret. As the eldest of the two, he had learned to recognize certain signs, perhaps too late…
“You lost to a group of mortals ?” The green haired one conveniently left out that the other god had helped, tho it seemed that the fact wouldn’t make him happier “and you helped them against your own brother ?” His brother didn’t answer, it seemed as if it was too embarrassing to bring up.
“I couldn’t allow him to commit such a hideous crime “was there any other reason? Of course, bringing his little brother back fine…but it was a reason that had unfortunately been laid aside after finding out his intention
“You are a strange god…”the red head commented, tho his stance seemed more relaxed
There was something that Thor wanted to know, however “Why did you kill your own friend ?” Perhaps it had been an accident
“I was sent to represent the gods” was the simple answer he gave
“Represent them in what?”Loki seemed curious about it, too curious for his liking
“Ah you know, Ragnarok? We were going to exterminate humanity… but a wench reminded the gods that humans had a chance to defend themselves by killing seven gods in thirteen rounds“ The green one commented quietly angrily
“Don’t insult Brunhilde like that, she didn’t me disappoint when choosing my opponent “ the soft words the red head spoke nearly sounded as he had been in love with the man he fought. Thor wouldn’t judge for that, he had plenty of friends in the Greek pantheon, with Hercules being one of the closest friendships he’d had. That and his brother dated whoever he felt attracted too regardless of gender
“Yes, very important matters I guess…but what do you mean you have to fight humans during Ragnarok?” A puzzled Loki questioned. And he was right, now that he could think more clearly
“My brother has a point. Ragnarok is the destruction of all things, wouldn’t it be better to have them fight alongside you? Even if they’re just mortals ? The could serve well as canon fodder “ ah…well, he still had a point, tho the blonde god don’t like it
“What on Hellheim are you talking about ?” The green Loki didn’t seem particularly happy
“What my brother is saying, is that killing humans like that is barbaric. I refuse to fight for you” the god made it quite clear
“Barbaric ? Are you stupid ? “ maybe he managed to struck a nerve, seeing the looks of the green god, who’s frog smile had long faded
“Ahh , are you gonna cry ? “ his brother could be cruel, but better than him at reading people. He had noticed something “who did you lost? Your boyfriend ? Did humans kill your loved one?”
And with that, the other Loki summoned a couple of strange chain attached blades, while his brother got out his knife. Before he could tell his younger sibling to apologize, those two were fighting…tho with them being Loki, said fight was more of them disappearing at random and trying to hit each other with their blades
“I’m sorry, my cousin is grieving the passing of Hercules “ tho the other Thor was taller, he was incredibly stealthy.
“I apologize for my brother’s insensitive words” Thor said truthfully “while I think your cause is wrong, if the god was anything like the Hercules that I know, his was a great passing “
The redhead just hummed “he fought well…humans are stronger than we had expected, if I must admit “
The blonde understood, he’d known how it was like to have his eyes open “it’s honestly unnecessary to lose more lives over this. I know humans can seem odd, but they are among the bravest and kindest beings to exist”
“I can attest for that” while he was more quiet than well, himself, it wasn’t that hard to speak with the red head, tho he had to ignore the hammer bigger than both of them “the Valkyrie challenged our pride with her proposal…“in other words, there wouldn’t be any backing down
“That’s a shame, any shed of blood is unnecessary” if he was in such a position, he was certain that he would rebel against the other pantheons “were the rest of the nordics in favor of this ? I’m sure you most have Heimdall, Fandral, Volstagg, Hoggun and Sif, they’ve been great friends of mine, and I’d trust that they-“
But the god shook his head “my brother didn’t vote, tho he’s the one who narrates the fights. Lady Sif refused to attend, but I didn’t pay much attention to her reasons…” the god did sound puzzled about some other things “friends, you say ? If im honest, Lu Bu has been the only one I have had “
Well, that part was frankly a bit sad, if he was honest. His battles wouldn’t have been the same if it weren’t for the Sif and the Warriors three. Even Heimdall, who tended to be a bit more strict (and was not his brother, as far as he knew at least) was someone who’s friendship he’d valued for many centuries
“I can’t lie, it’s honestly a shame “ while he had certain disagreements and thought the red head was too grim, he didn’t seem so bad, at least on their small interaction “If the occasion ever arises, I shall invite you to join us for a fight and for a beer after it“
“Thank you…”The yellow eyed god smiled a bit, tho he seemed curious about something else “why is your Mjolnir so small?” Being fair, he’d never seen a weapon bigger than the other’s hammer.
“It’s the size it needs to be, Mjolnir is powerful enough “ and he was proud of it
“I see…”he didn’t seem convinced. “Hold this “ the other god, slightly carefully, offered his own weapon to him. The blond could swear it was moving on it own.
He left his Mjolnir on the floor as he grabbed the other one. Few things had weighted as much as such thing, with Thor feeling he’d drop on his knees. Still, the asgardian managed to hold it well enough, which seemed a surprise to the other one, who stared at him with widen eyes
“No one has ever been able to hold it “the red head commented with amusement.
“I can see why, it’s quite a bit heavy” perhaps he was worthy of his own “Can you lift mine ?”
Thor looked as well, Thor, attempted to take Mjolnir from his spot. The deity tried with all his strength, his muscles tensing up, but the hammer remained on the spot. Alas, he understood the frustration, seeing that it wouldn’t even move. Such memories from his time on earth…
“What sorcery is this?” The redhead grumbled, not getting why his strength wasn’t enough for it
“A spell casted by my father…it only allows those Mjolnir deems worthy to move it “ and it seemed that it didn’t find his other self worthy, for reasons of its own
“Mine isn’t as picky” the god grumbled as he grabbed the white weapon from his hands
“It’s their thing, I guess “ the god shrugged as he summoned the hammer from the floor.
The redhead didn’t answer. There was something Thor wanted to ask about, someone he wanted to ask about…but it didn’t feel right, at least not at the moment. He and Loki had a mission…
And Loki was still fighting the green haired Loki, both of them using a series of illusions and skillfully evading every attack. It seemed they had quite a lot in common , too much for their own food
“Should we stop them ?” He asked the red head
“My cousin would do good to practice before his fight “ he seemed pretty calm despite the fact his relative would go fight a death math. That reminded the god of something
“Will your father fight ?” His wouldn’t mind showing his power, tho he doubted he’d approve of the whole thing. The red head nodded, but the god didn’t say much else.
The two tricksters would be a hard opponent for anyone else, but we’re evenly matched “has your cousin ever stabbed you?”
“He is smart enough not to even try it “the other god stated
“My brother unfortunately has that habit…once when we were eight,he transformed into a snake. Being a curious little boy, I went to grab it…next thing I knew, I woke up in the healing room with a stabbing wound “ he laughed at the memory, but the other god just stared at him
“I killed the Midgard serpent “he simply answered, it seemed that he wasn’t someone to speak much
“And what is that cre-“ but before he could finished, he had to dodge the other two gods, who had managed to grab each other through means he didn’t quite get to understand. The other god picked his cousin in the same ways that people in Midgard would grab cats when they were displeased (attempting such with asgardian cats would result pretty badly). Thor helped his brother get up, and to his surprise, he accepted
“ I think it’s enough, there’s important matters to attend “ the thunderer told his younger brother
“Loki, calm down “ the other Thor grumbled. It seemed that both Loki’s were determined to kill each other
“You heard what he said !” The green haired one complained
“Loki, apologize. That was insensitive “ he was the older brother and it was his duty to make sure he behaved…plus they still needed to get our.
The black haired god rolled his eyes “fine…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have say that…” he sounded like a scolded child, funny enough
“You still need to get back, don’t you?” The redhead god asked before his cousin could complain any further “only the chief gods can use the Bifrost, which could be the easiest way out. It’s probably not a good idea to ask my father at this moment or Zeus, but maybe if you manage to reach Shiva, he’ll allow it. Tell him I sent you”
It wasn’t even worth to question some things at the moment, honestly he would just accept everything he said “thank you. Hopefully we’ll see each other again” that was mainly out of politeness, and he made his way out and dragged his brother
“You idiot…” Loki sighed “we don’t even know what Shiva looks like here, or where he is”
Ah right, small issue. The blonde god tried to turn back to ask his other self for more information about the god who could help him, but he crashed into someone.
“Ouch!”he heard a small yelp, and saw Loki preventing a young maiden with purple hair from falling with his magic
“Thor, apologize. That was insensitive” his brother enjoyed that too much, it seemed.
“I’m sorry, little one. I was distracted “ the blonde did apologize sincerely, unlike his brother had with the green haired Loki
The girl seemed nervous, but didn’t mind as much “I-it’s okay, I wasn’t looking “ perhaps she was another goddess
“My brother here is a bit on an oaf, don’t worry “ Loki could be nicer to children…at least sometimes “maybe you can help us: we are trying to find Shiva”
“L-lord Shiva? I think he is in-“ but before the girl could finish, both gods were covered in a beam of light. The Valkyrie simply blinked, in sure if what had just happened….
The brothers were back in the ship, still in the tunnel that they had left. Thor went to check on Jane; she was just as she had been left
“Gods, it doesn’t seem that we were long gone…” Loki mumbled, he seemed to have been shocked by the experience…and well, so was he
“I’m thankful for that “things would’ve gone badly otherwise. There was much to talk about, but that meant they wouldn’t speak much
“Say…did you find if she…if she was alive there ?”Loki didn’t have to say the name: it wasn’t Jane…
“Brother…i didn’t have the strength to ask “ so many things had happened, but now it was time to act: they had a few seconds to make a plan that could to save the nine realms themselves, and vengeance for their dear mother. They could try to understand what just had happened laterh
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francis-writes · 2 years
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Gorr the God Butcher x Demigod!Reader
I watched Thor: love and thunder yesterday and I am in love so I guess I am gonna post some more stuff about Gorr soon
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For the most of your life, you thought that you're a normal mortal. There happened a few little accidents - weird, you could even say magical - but you had no idea why you were feeling different than your peers.
Then one day you discovered that one of your parents aren't your biological mother/father. Finding out that you have other parent was hard enough, but it couldn't compare to the moment when you learned that you're a demigod.
It was a bit annoying and sad that for so many years your godly parent didn't even try to meet you but after all you could accept it. Maybe they were too busy. Or they didn't want to accidently *ujawnic you their true nature. Or… just anything, you could found them billions of excuses. Just to believe that they left you not of their own will.
So, with fear and excitement, you decided to contact them and finally meet your parent. They agreed but your conversation looked nothing like you imagined it. They seemed bored, they weren't even a bit interested in your life (you had the impression that if they could, they would talk only about themselves), even when they listened to your words, they criticised your actions, and complained that you achieved nothing (as if they expected that a duty of every demigod is to become superhero or a genius or whatever). No sympathy. Now you understood why they left you. For them you were less important than a weapon or a golden bracelet.
Nothing strange that you began to hate the gods. You met only your parent but it turned out to be enough to make you treat every divine being as greedy, narcissistic, mean and unworthy.
One day you heard about Gorr and his mission of slaughtering all the gods. Maybe you overreacted a bit, but then you thought he's right and the world will be a better place without gods. So you decided to find him and offer him your help.
Gorr was a bit surprised when he heard your proposition. You explained him your history and he decided to accept your help. He wanted to kill gods but he rather didn't have any plans in matter of their mortal children. Moreover, Gorr understood your anger and desire of revenge.
To this time he was doing great only with his sword but during war allies (especially the ones with demigod powers) are priceless.
(Maybe you didn't have an experience in fight but you will learn during travel. After all, shadow monsters did great job during attacks)
Gorr didn't make secrets out of his life and soon he told you about road that lead him to this place, and about dead of his daughter. You felt sorry for him but he didn't want your compassion, especially that he was on his way to avenge his family and his people.
Sometimes you were worrying about your friend. His condition was worse with every day and you knew that sword is slowly destroying him. Was revenge worth the price? But you stayed silent, fully aware that Gorr didn't care about his health and your words would make any difference.
After some time of working together, you noticed that you like your accomplice more and more. To be honest, you had a crush on him but you didn't want to admit it to yourself. And you definitely would never admit it to him. You were sure that Gorr didn't reciprocate your feelings. The only things that really mattered to him were a family he lost, and his revenge. You? You were only a side-kick. A friend at best.
And yet, while not murdering gods, you spent a lot time talking and laughing. Power of sword made Gorr going more mad with every day but you didn't mind it. You liked his humour and view on the world. And actually Gorr really enjoyed your presence too. Until you appeared in his life, he didn't realize how lonely he felt.
He loved you too but he also didn't want to admit his feelings. Even if there was a chance that you feel the same way about him, there was no possibility of a life together for you. He swore to destroy the gods. There was no time for romance.
Moreover, Gorr was cursed and starting a relationship with you would be sentencing you for later grief.
When he kidnapped the children, you had a moment of hesitation if you're not going too far but you quickly told yourself that no harm will happen to them and they are only a *przynedta. Gorr could hate the gods but he wouldn't hurt innocent kids.
While dying, he was happy that you and his daughter are by his side and you wouldn't be alone when he'd be gone. But in the last moments, Gorr decided to tell you the true and admit he loved you.
When he died, you adopted his daughter. It made him calm to know that he doesn't have to worry about her because she will have a good caretaker.
Of course you took her on missions to help Thor. Well, in the meantime, you learned how to fight too and you created quite good team.
Version 2 because I am delusional and I like happy endings
Let's say that your demigod powers allowed you to heal people and you managed to save Gorr's life and you created happy little family with his daughter :)))) you bought a lil nice house in the cottage and you lived a happy life with no more murders and dangerous missions (well, maybe just a few. In a year).
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magnusmodig · 1 month
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headcanon/development qs / anon / no longer accepting !
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╰┈➤ What’s the lie your character says most often?
||. I've written two mini-meta on his biggest lie (his 2011 facade) before, so I won't go into that one again.... Thor is contrarily a very sincere person. If he doesn't have anything good to say, or if he can't agree to something outright but can't deny it either, or otherwise is in a position where he might need to be dishonest or unkind to someone in good standing with him, Thor doesn't say anything at all.
Or if he does, he'll word it in a way that gives him a loophole out of it, and then proceed to abide by that. Thor doesn't (usually) lie intentionally unless it's for a specific gain, something he can't entirely agree to, and usually to further benefit the lives or plans of his friends and allies.
To my count, he's only ever lied on screen 4 times.
2011 - Only bowing his head to Selvig during the bar scene and not actually giving his word that he'll leave Puente Antiguo and Jane Foster behind)
2013 - Purposefully misdirecting Loki and leaving him out of the "Get Jane out of Asgard" Heist
2013 - The entire "get Jane out of Asgard" Heist and attempting to misdirect Malekith into destroying the Aether (which I'm only counting because it's deliberate treason against his father. which he only did because odin refused to at least attempt to make sure Thor's plan would go off smoothly)
2015 - Electing to not bring up to Steve Rogers that he can lift Mjolnir (though this, they both knew)
I might be missing some small fibs here and there, but Thor is an incredibly honest person, so I doubt it's very much more than 4. (I guess you could also count Thor telling Jane he'll return for her and then not doing that for 2 years, but that's less of a lie and more of a broken promise; he fully intended to return and chose not to after the drama of his family escalated to the point of insanity.)
As far as the lie that Thor believes and will state as if it's truth? That he isn't worthy to be king. Tangentially also: that he would lose himself as king, the same way his father did. It's his "resistance to reality", so to speak.
Thor can talk and believe all he wants that he isn't the king his father would want, and he isn't a worthy steward of the title, that he's afraid he'll drown in the politics of the matter instead of being a good king... never realizing that that heart is exactly what would make him a good king. And a good man at that. He already has the qualities, he already has the skills... the only person who neglects to see this is Thor himself. (and where his character arc should have ended him: finally seeing that he has always been worthy, and not because a hammer (see: his father) told him so.)
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╰┈➤ What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?
||. Honestly? Just his name, "Thor". Maybe Tony would call him one of his various on-the-spot nicknames like Point Break but nothing too terribly out of the ordinary.
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The other idea was that the riders are all captured and held prisoner on Viggo's flag ship, their dragons all kept on another ship to keep them from escaping. Viggo wants Hiccup to join him and so intends on playing the long game. At first he keeps Hiccup and the riders seperate, never telling one how either of the others is doing. Hiccup is kept in the captain's quarters with Viggo, while the other riders are kept down in one of the dragon cells below the crew quarters. Viggo is civil with Hiccup, almost friendly even, treating him as if he were a member of his crew. Feeding him well, talking to him as an equal, playing Maces and Talons with him, and even letting the younger man peruse his personal library as he wished. He had even had a second bed brought in just as a cherry on top. While just below them, the riders were fed on scraps the crew wouldn't even feed the dragons they hunted and only had a single pile of hay and a thin blanket to share amongst all 5 of them. Viggo wasn't pushing himself on Hiccup in any capacity, wasn't making demands. Once there was even an inkling of trust, be it faux or not, the real games began. Viggo let Hiccup wander the ship - always above deck and always with eyes on him, wether the smaller viking knew it or not. If he behaved and didn't cause trouble or try to escape he was left alone to his own devices. If he did though, the riders were punished in his stead severely, and Hiccup was made to watch. Ryker took that to the extreme, usung any little thing he could as an excuse. Hiccup hated watching his friends suffer, apologizing to them profusely. They kept strong though, assumimg that Hiccup was still woking on a way to get them all out. Eventually though, Hiccup stops trying. When he's good Viggo rewards him; He would give the riders more creature comforts: pillows, blankets, better food, cleaner water, new clothes.
After a few months, when Viggo thinks Hiccup has come far enough along and the fight has all but left him. He even gifts the boy his dragon back. Of course he takes the prosthetic tail fin so they can't fly, but it's a gift Hiccup practically worships him for giving. He asks after the other dragons and it's revealed they were being taken care of. Maybe not as well as the riders would personally, but they weren't being mistreated. From here out, Hiccup is granted permission to go see his friends. Not that he does that often, the guilt of giving up weighs heavy when he looks in their eyes. He can't stomach telling them he isn't trying anymore. Viggo is relatively sure that Hiccup is under his thumb by this point and it's just a matter of time. Slowly he starts to integrate Hiccup into his crew, disguised as small busy work to keep him from getting bored. He learned early on that a bored Hiccup, was a dangerous Hiccup. To both himself, and anyone around him. It's around here that likely a sort of Stockholm syndrome starts to slowly set in. He starts to see Viggo in a more positive light, even coming to the alarming realization that he might actually like Viggo. He can't remember the last time he had felt anything remotely close to romantic for Astrid, even though before they had been stuck on this ship for Thor knew how long at ghis point they had been engaged. That scared him. When had his affections shifted from Astrid to Viggo? He couldn't let either party know. He would take it to his grave. Except that he's a terrible lier. And by now, Viggo can read him like a book.
Viggo's plan comes to a head that night, while Hiccup is struggling with his revelation he says something along the lines of "I've noticed you've been in a messure of some distress today, I'd like to show a bit of fait and offer you an outlet. As long as you promise to come back, and you take someone with you, you can have Toothless' tail fin back and go for a flight." Viggo knows no one on his ship will agree, that it will inevitably end up being the two of them, because the chance to fly with his dragon again will be too much to refuse, even on pride. It's while they're flying and Hiccup is physically relaxing in Viggo's arms at the feeling of the cold wind in his hair and the sound of Toothless' wings in his ears, (the smell of Viggo's cologne in his nose) that Hiccup lets it slip that he might in fact be attracted to him. And that with that bit in the open all of the insecurities of his friends finding out and hating him, thinking he was a traitor just tumble out of his mouth like word vomit. It's what Viggo has been waiting for. He treds lightly, not wanting to spook him, but tells him that his interest is not one sided. That he would not reject him should he want to pursue a relationship.
"If you promise to stay with me, to join my crew, I will let your friends go free. Their dragons as well." Viggo says with full sincerity. "If you betray me,and leave, I can not promise that Ryker will not kill each and every one of them. If you stay, they will have my protection."
At this point the main idea is done and the sub idea was Stoick starting tonbe worried that he hadn't heard from any of the riders in quite some time and when the others return to the edge - because of course Hiccup accepts - they tell him thayvhe sacrificed himself for them. They all try to organize a rescue for him from Viggo. If he tells them of his new found attraction or not could be up to you.
Because my brain likes to add angst it thought to pepper in some sort of repressed gay panic for Hiccup (that maybe only Snotlout keys in on if he tells them. Astrid would also be mad at being very suddenly essentially dumped for Viggo of all people) due to the expected stress Stoick put on Hiccup to "find a nice woman and settle down, and have an heir of your own." That Viggo now has to gently navigate, is more than happy to do, if it means he gets what he wants. Hiccup would be surprised at how gently Viggo regards him, how understanding he is of the situation, and it would probably make his delusion of "attraction" deepen.
I love this!!!! Ooooh, the manipulation is thick in this one. Gotta love it when Viggo manipulates people and plays mind games like that.
This does sound like it would be a multichapter story though. I already have 2 longer multichapter fics going with a short one on the side as well. I’m sorry, but I just do not have the time to write this.
However, I will keep the idea stowed away, should the time and inspiration ever strike me. Thank you for tickling my inspiration and for giving me more Vigcup to think about!
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Chapter 2 of "A Window Not Missed" - Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanoff - Now Live on AO3. Excerpt Below! Work rated Mature for later chapters. (Might become "E" later - I'm known for smut. You've been warned. :))
Nat rotated her neck and massaged at the base of her skull, her thoughts already drifting to that hot tub Tony had installed in her suite when he’d designed each Avenger’s floor two years earlier. Iron Man certainly had an affectionate side; he’d exuberantly and meticulously planned each custom suite for his new team, making sure they’d enjoy unsurpassed comfort whenever they returned from a mission or just paid a visit. Being busy with S.H.I.E.L.D. in D.C. up until its demise, Nat hadn’t really gotten a chance to enjoy hers. Neither had Steve. But all that would change now. 
“What should we do about Banner?” Thor’s deep voice resounded as he returned from the common area bathroom. 
“Turn on the news,” Clint suggested from his post at the panoramic window. “If he’s still out there as the big guy, it won’t take us too long to find out.” 
“We can’t just leave him like that, guys,” Nat said quietly. “With all these new missions— it’s going to be a lot of strain on him. We can’t just expect him to calm down on his own. He needs our help.”
“And what’s your plan for that?” Clint teased. “You going to sing him a lullaby?”
Tony stood and started pacing, seemingly cured of his mysterious head ailment. “That’s actually a good idea. Maybe not a ‘lullaby’ per se, but something the big guy can latch onto, comprehend… something repetitive, comforting. It will have to be the same person who executes it each time, for it to be effective.”
“What exactly makes you think it will be effective?” Thor challenged. He promptly opened an entire bottle of wine and took two big swigs. “He was stomping and raging all over today. Gone before we knew it. How would we even find him?” 
“We were a bit distracted,” Steve admitted with a wince as the antiseptic hit an open wound. Natasha hid her smile. She knew Steve didn’t feel a thing, but he honorably wanted Pepper to feel appreciated. The first mission back together as a team had been a relatively easy one, all things considered. They’d decided to begin their assault on HYDRA where it hurt— their wallets. Taking down a bunch of hot shot finance guys in suits wasn’t all that difficult, even if they did have a decent security team and a weaponized perimeter. 
Still, it had been Banner’s first time out of the lab in two years, and Hulk had gone rogue as the action had wound down. Natasha knew it wasn’t out of malice but out of disappointment and self-hatred. Some small piece of Banner had driven him to run, to a place where he could come down from it all alone, embarrassed and ashamed. 
He’d warned her as much when they’d all reunited the night before— how terrified he was of the transformations this new set of missions would bring, not just for the destruction he would cause, but for the miserable, agonizing moments where Hulk’s consciousness would fade back into his own. Bruce and Nat had wandered up to an observation deck, both agreeing they needed some air and a break from the pounding soundtrack Tony had been pumping through the common room speakers. 
“It’s this period of time where you don’t fit into your own body or your own mind, Natasha,” Bruce had explained with a sigh. “Everything is too big. Your skin feels too stretched, your eyes, your fingers— they all feel disjointed and out of place. Your thoughts are layers, these jigsaw pieces that don’t fit together, yet they’re scrambling to try. Everything is mismatched, yet it eventually falls back into place. Getting there is just hell.” 
Natasha had responded the only way she knew how, swinging her body into his a bit while she placed a sympathetic hand on his bicep. That was the moment she’d realized how good Bruce Banner smelled. If she’d noticed back on that helicarrier two years ago, her sheer terror over Hulk nearly murdering her must have made her forget. Curiosity immediately set in on what cologne Bruce Banner wore and how he chose it. She was now on a mini-mission to find out.
“But Stark’s right,” Cap continued, snapping Nat out of her very pleasant olfactory memory. “We don’t leave a man behind. We should have stayed. We need a plan and won’t repeat that mistake again.” Steve gave Pepper’s hand a grateful squeeze as she rose with her first-aid kit, and Tony immediately beckoned her with his head to the bar, where he hoisted himself up and laid flat across it. 
“So what do we do?” asked Thor, a cork popping on a second bottle. 
“It’s got to be a hypnosis kind of thing,” replied Tony, receiving what amounted to little more than a head rub from Pepper, who clearly couldn’t identify his affliction. “Something simple… repeated… confident… accompanied by a physical reassurance. Natasha, you should do it.”
“Why? Because she’s a woman?” Pepper interjected with a laugh.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Well, any other volunteers to cuddle the green guy?”
“No, I’ll do it,” Natasha spoke up, standing. She was getting stiff and she raised onto her toes, stretching. 
“No, Nat,” Clint argued. “He went after you before, what makes you think he won’t do it again?” 
“ Because he did it before,” Natasha replied calmly. “I’m sure he feels guilty.”
“Banner feels guilty, but what about Hulk?” Thor returned. 
“I’m sure he does too. Look, I got this, guys, okay? I’m headed to—”
A series of beeps followed by a sweeping of steel doors along a track interrupted her. A quiet, disheveled Bruce trudged inside, scanning the team with a nervous swallow. 
“Hey, guys. Guess I found the after party.” 
Tony hopped down off the bar. “Bruce! Come in. What are you drinking?”
Bruce waved a hand with a dismissive shake of his head. “No, I just want a shower. I only stopped by to let you know I’m alive. Didn’t want you to worry I’d call out of work tomorrow.” He offered a half grin, his eyes darting to Nat for just a brief second. It was such a quick glance that she thought he might have missed her amusement at his ever-self-deprecating humor. 
“Don’t be silly,” Tony reprimanded. “You can shower here. None of us needs to be alone after the day we’ve had— that’s why we have this place.”
“You… built us our own apartments here,” Bruce reminded him slowly. 
“I’ll stay with Bruce,” Natasha spoke up, quickly making her way to his side and linking her arm through his without hesitation. He blinked and stiffened at her swift move. 
“In the shower?” Thor asked with amusement.
“No, naughty god, Natasha chastised. “I’ll hang out to check on him and decompress after he’s had a chance to clean up. Good night, everyone.” 
With that, Natasha ushered Bruce to the elevator before the others could make jokes or Bruce could protest. She flashed him a smile as they descended to his floor, watching him eye her cautiously. 
“You don’t have to do this, Nat,” he finally said softly. 
“I know. I want to.”
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worstloki · 3 years
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what did loki mean by "the sun will shine on us again"? was that a reference to something he had said in the past?
I mean, it would’ve been foreshadowing, if Loki had come back, but the closest reference to something he’s said in the past would be referring to himself as being in the “shadow” of Thor’s greatness, which is why I have decided to interpret it as Loki accepting that he's at least equal in worth to Thor, which is a... a pretty great concession considering where he started
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yourstruly-caycay · 3 years
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Buddah, Loki, Poseidon with s/o who always covers their chest/collarbone area, and when they finally show it to them it turns out they have a big scar from a knife.
Nice! Hope you like it.
Buddha
It's summer today, and Buddha are wondering how you can wear a sweater in a hot days, "Hey, isn't today too hot for you to wear sweater?"
"Oh, I'm actually okay with wearing this in summer-" Buddha scoop you an ice cream.
"Then have some ice cream, you're totally melting right now." You chuckle and appreciate the ice cream. Deep down, Buddha is curious why you’ve been covering your collarbone area this past few months.  
It’s already five month you both start dating, It’s actually doesn’t bother him at first. But time pass by, he feel bother with it — as if there’s something she’s hide from him. But he’ll just respect your privacy and wait for you to tell him.
Until one day...
You’ve finally decide to tell him, you know that he’s been curious on why you’ve been hiding you collarbone area, and it’s not like you plan to hide it forever. “Buddha, there’s something I wanna show you?” 
“Let me guess, you hide something on your collarbone?”
“Wha- how do you know? Nevermind, I’ve been planning to tell you this anyway.”  By the time you show him what happened, his eyes went wide and freeze. A big scar that suppose to kill you and what a miracle you survive, “About this though, I got it from the fight and I’ve been wanting to tell you before but I feel insecure with it, but I’m okay right now.”
You thought he’ll be worry and feel sad, but now you don’t know if you should regret it or not seeing him really mad and his face become serious, “Who did this to you?”
“Buddha, you don’t need to worry.” You hug him to calm him down, he’s silent for a moment until he sigh and hug you back. 
“I’m glad you’re okay.” Buddha mumble, his forehead touching yours — it sure give you a warm feeling and he continue, “But seriously, who did this? I want to kick their ass.”
“Don’t, I have already kick their ass.”
Loki
Unlike Buddha who respect your privacy and rather wait for you to tell him, Loki will put an endless prank on you just to find out what you’ve been hiding.
just because you are his lover, doesn’t mean that you can escape his prank, don’t worry it’s not a harmful one. 
He really want to find out why you’ve been hiding something from him, but he doesn’t want to push you and make you uncomfortable so he’ll just discover it by himself without you knowing.
“Here.” You been given a flower from here as he avoid your eye contact, which is unexpected from him. But, you didn’t let your guard down and you know that Loki isn’t someone who give a gift.
“This isn’t another prank that you try to make me fall into, right?”
“Just accept it, I rarely give any gift to anyone.” You thank him and appreciate it, you smell the flower and... there’s a water coming out from the flower as it spray your face. Loki just laugh, he can finally find out now. 
Now, not only your face are wet, but your clothes are also wet too. Although, you only have a poker face, not surprise by his bullshit. “You’re still troublesome as always, I’m going to change clothes.”
“Prank has always been my habit, dear y/n.” He giggle, making sure she doesn’t know that he follow you, he change himself into a fly and trail you into your room. He hides in the corner of your bed and see you change your clothes, but... it’s not what he expect.
A big scar from your collarbone into your stomach, and he doesn’t know how you have survive that injured. He does’t know how he should feel right now, but for sure his face turn dark and feel the need to kill the person who hurt her. 
Somehow, your room feels tightening, it’s like giving a grim aura. “Wait, since when my room feels this uncomfortable?” You want to get out of here quickly.
Ever since the reveal, you hasn’t been seeing Loki for a few days. Neither Thor or Odin have see him too.
Then by next week, you have finally found him walking toward you. He begin to hug which you startle by his action. 
“Loki? Where have you been?” You’re totally worried for him, and yet didn’t expect him to hug you out of the blue. 
“Somewhere.”
“Yeah, but where?” 
Loki pat your head as he lead you while holding hand, “You don’t need to know, dear. Let’s go get some sweet.” Loki humming happily, you don’t why or how after few days of his missing, he come back with a smile on his face as if he feels satisfied for what he’s doing.
“Maybe he has done another prank on someone.” You sigh.
Poseidon
You would never tell him about this, it’ll be dangerous and you aren’t gonna see him make massacre on the person who put a scar on you, even though you know that the person never intend to harm you and the scar is actually an incident, which he already apologize.
Although, Poseidon wouldn’t notice that you’ve been covering your collarbone for this past few months. 
It went pretty smooth and fine at first, until you almost reveal the scar which Poseidon only slightly see it.
“What is that on your collarbone?” 
“There’s nothing in here.”
“Show me.” He command, you curse yourself, you already knew how aware he is at you, but you show him rather seeing his anger. Poseidon finally see the big scar you have on your collarbone, although it’s not really big. 
And yet you have predict this, he approach you closer as he touch the scar, “Where did you get this scar?” 
You don’t like the tension in here, this is nothing but like a calm before the storm — you really feel bad for the person who did this. “Is an incident, I fall and got a scratch on here.” You lied. 
“Don’t lie.”
“I don’t.” 
The god of sea feels shame and annoyed on himself, he feel like he can’t protect you at all with that big scar on your collarbone. “Next time, be careful.” That’s all he say.
After the discoveries, Poseidon have been watching you closely and stay by your side so you won’t get hurt again.
You feel bad for lying, but if you want that poor person to be safe from getting killed, you would have to lie. And make sure no one know about the true incident.
You actually plan to find something to heal the scar and so you plan to go to human world, it’s actually been a long time ever since you go to human world. Because you forgot to tell Poseidon, he begin to panic when you’re gone. 
When he knows you’re in human world, he keep going back and forth thinking if he should catch-up to you or leave you alone in the mortal world that he dislike to step into. You can take care of yourself, right? You won’t get any injured just like your scar, right?
You have finally come back from the human world to get a medicine, but when you step into the castle. You feel like you’re dead — you forgot to tell Poseidon about your small trip to human world.
You went inside the castle and immediately go to Poseidon’s bedroom where he is, you enter his room and see him sitting on the bed looking down.
"Where have you been?" You don't like this type of voice from him.
"I've been searching some medicine in the human world, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before."
Poseidon approach to you, gaze with his cold ocean eyes. You can see his usual stoic face in the night as the moon shine on the room, but his anger and disappointment easily can be see.  “Idiot, I’ve been worried for these few hours.”
“I- I know, and I’m really sorry.” 
He suddenly grab your hand and take you to bed, he’s beside you and cuddle you — you didn’t expect this from someone like him. “Tch, you seriously annoy me.” 
Yep, here comes his mean words. You have your hand play with his hair to ease his grumpiness, he have no reaction beside closing his eyes and chin lay on your head — as if he enjoy it and make him feel comfort by your side.
The end~
I think I accidentally make Poseidon out of character (I hope not), but anyway I hope you like it!!
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universitypenguin · 3 years
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Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon
Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+
Word Count: Too long, as usual.
First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex. 
He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.
During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort
He likes doing it against the wall
Standing, almost any position
Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots
In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.
He loves your legs too, though.
Likes to pin you down for prone bone.
He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.
But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.
Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.
When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.
At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…
He goes feral
It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.
Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.
But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.
The conversation about bondage goes like this:
You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.
And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.
But you trust him without reservations.
The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.
It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.
So the blind fold is important.
And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.
This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.
Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.
When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.
He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.
Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.
Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.
On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.
You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.
Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.
It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.
He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.
“Do you still want this, honey?”
His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.
“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”
He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.
“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?
“Pick a safe word, doll.”
Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.
Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.
With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.
Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.
You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.
“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”
You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.
“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.
And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.
Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.
(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)
He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.
He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on. 
(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)
He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.
So he starts by teasing you.
He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.
His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.
He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.
Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.
Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.
His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.
He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.
Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.
“How are you doing, baby?”
The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.
“Please, Steve…”
“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”
“I need your to touch me.”
“Where?”
“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”
He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.
(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)
He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.
He toyed with the band of your panties.
“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”
“Both!!”
He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.
And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.
And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.
He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.
Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.
He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.
He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.
He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.
Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.
“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“
He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”
Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.
He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.
His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.
“Steve! Please, I want to come!”
“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”
Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.
“Let me come, damn it!”
Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.
“Hold. It. Back!”
Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.
“Come for me, baby.”
Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.
The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.
Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.
Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.
If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.
He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.
Then you cry.
Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.
You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.
Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.
“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”
You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.
This makes you cry harder.
Steve rips them open, letting you free.
And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.
He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.
What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.
When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.
His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.
“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”
Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.
He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.
“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”
With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.
“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”
Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.
“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”
You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?
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noctumbra · 3 years
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peaches: nine [part one]
summary ─ “holy shit,” bucky breathed as he took in the sight before him. “happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.” 
pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, age difference (reader is 21, bucky is 39 40), secret relationship, birthday sex, vaginal sex, lingerie, kissing, pet names, dirty talk, d/s undertones, fluff, oral sex
a/n ─ for our buck’s birthday, i present you a peaches one-shot lol it’s been so long since i wrote them, i missed them sm <33 thank you nonnie for the idea 😌 there you go, part one, 3.9k words lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333 
(the lingerie is veery similar to this one, by the way. minus the lace beneath the bra part and the string in the middle [attached to the neck] ++ this is the plug)
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Bucky wasn’t fond of his birthday this year. He was turning 40 and wasn’t exactly happy about it. Every day leading up to his fortieth birthday, he watched himself in his mirror, watched the grays and whites in his beard and hair multiplying and becoming more visible.
Although she said that she loved how they made him look even sexier, Bucky couldn’t help but feel a bit old. The age gap between them wasn’t an issue, they had discussed it before, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now that he was now 40, he felt self-conscious. He was old while she was young ─ 21, to be exact─ and he had grays in his hair and beard and lines on his face─
“Fuck this,” Bucky grumbled to himself as he frowned at his reflection on the mirror. He knew Steve and Sam were planning something for his birthday, they were never slick about it. He also knew his other friends would be there, too, and maybe his sister. He didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year, but he had no excuse to use.
“Fuck this, Jesus Christ,” he grunted this time. Bucky walked towards his closet and picked out his usual dark jeans, dark gray henley and a black t-shirt to wear beneath. Just as he put on his jeans and pulled his t-shirt on, he heard a bang coming from his living room. He frowned at first, but then chuckled when he heard her voice: “I’m fine!” Bucky shook his head with a smile on his lips. She was the only thing that was going to make his birthday party tolerable, he knew it.
A minute later, she appeared at his bedroom door with his favorite smile on her face. “Sir!” She exclaimed, making him chuckle. “Today is your birthday! How is it feel to be old?” His mood deflating a little, he shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he said, “My back ache decided to take the day off. Ask me again when it comes back.” She laughed. Crossing the threshold, she threw herself on his arms.
“Happy birthday,” she whispered, her hot breath licking his neck and sending shivers down his spine. “I’m glad you’re getting old healthily.” Bucky snorted. “I don’t know what I’m saying, ignore me, please,” she murmured, a whine hidden behind her words.
“’s alright,” Bucky murmured back. “Thank you, peaches.” Giggling silently, she pulled back and looked at him. Bucky swore that none of the women that he used to be with made him feel this way just by looking at him the way she did: All cared about and loved. A smile took over her face, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes. Her soft lips found his gently. His eyes closing, Bucky held her close to him and let her kiss him.
She moaned into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck while a hand dove inside his hair. Bucky walked blindly towards the nearest flat surface, which was the wall next to his closet, and caged her between his body and the surface. Pulling back for a breath, Bucky moved his lips down to her neck. He kissed her there so gently all the time because it was her sensitive spot: Always got her gasping and whining, and today was no different. He heard her gasp and swallow a whine when she felt his lips on her neck.
A pull on his hair, Bucky lifted his head and captured her lips again. He swallowed all the moans, whimpers and gasps she let out. She felt so good in his arms, in his space, Bucky wanted to keep her forever and not being judged about it.
“Okay, I take it back,” she breathed when Bucky pulled back. “You’re not a old man, okay.” Bucky smirked.
“Oh, baby,” he said. “A kiss is nothing. You should see what I can do with the rest of my body.” She shuddered in his arms, and Bucky tightened his hold on her body.
“I’m aware of the capabilities that your ‘old man’ body has,” she grumbled. Bucky chuckled and lowered her on the ground. She fixed her clothes and hair, trying not to look like she just made out. When she was done, she lifted her head and kissed Bucky on the cheek. “Happy birthday, again,” she whispered. Bucky smiled. She kissed him on the lips one last time and pulled back. “I gotta go. I sneaked out, I was supposed to be helping Papa.” Bucky nodded.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He frowned when she suddenly looked bashful.
“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled and fled. Bucky continued to frown after her, not understanding what just happened.
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If Bucky had to be honest, Sam and Steve didn’t go overboard with his birthday party. It was low-key; there was Sam, Steve, Peggy, Sharon, Clint, Thor and her. Rebecca was supposed to be attending, too, but she had a last minute thing about work. She called him in the morning, and they already scheduled a breakfast date/belated birthday party for Saturday. It was nice. The cake had a small card saying ‘happy b-day gramps’, and there was exactly forty candles which Bucky knew it was Sam’s doing. He rolled his eyes playfully. It didn’t sting that much; he knew his friends were just playing with him because almost all of them were around the same age.
Bucky sighed quietly, breathing in the late night’s crisp air deeply, he closed his eyes for a second. He was happy. He had his family he called two days a week, his friends who were bunch of dumbasses but he loved them anyway.
He also had Y/N.
God, Bucky thought, recalling the memory they had about having a future and a family together. He wanted to tell Sam and Steve, but he was truly afraid of their reaction. At the end, they trusted him with their daughter, they thought she saw him as an uncle not as a lover. When their relationship came out, it was going to be a shitshow, Bucky was sure of it. She was worth every trouble, though.
“Hey,” Bucky jumped lightly when he heard her. He beamed and his lips split into a smile.
“Hi,” Bucky said, silently inviting her to be close to him. She inched closer, almost snuggling up at him.
“How did you find your party so far?” She asked, nudging him a bit. Bucky shrugged. He liked it. It was fun and didn’t actually feel like a birthday party; it was more like a comeback together party.
“It was nice,” he ended up saying. “I had fun.” She hummed. “The candles were a nice touch,” he added and got a small laugh out of her.
“Yeah, they were my idea,” she admitted. “Papa loved it, though.” Bucky chuckled.
“Shoulda known,” he murmured. She smiled and snuggled against his arm. It took almost all of his will power to not pull her into his arms and cuddle her right here. He knew he couldn’t do it, not when all of his friends were around let alone her parents.
“Can I come by your place tonight?” She asked. “I wanna give you my gift.” Bucky nodded absently.
“You didn’t have to buy me anything, honey, you know that right?” Bucky said, his voice gentle and low. She nodded and shrugged at the same time. “You can also give me your gift now, too, if you want.” She ducked her head down.
“It’s not that kind of gift, Sir,” she whispered, causing Bucky’s eyes widen. “I prefer to give it to you when we are alone.” Bucky licked his lips, swallowing audibly.
“Alright,” he muttered. “How about 1AM?”
“That’s fine,” she agreed. She kissed his cheek before pulling back, Bucky immediately missed her warmth next to him. “I’ll see you then, Sir,” she said. Bucky nodded.
He felt like he was in for something and he couldn’t wait to figure out what it was.
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Bucky returned home quarter to midnight, claiming that he was tired and stuffed full with sugar and its energy was finally wearing off. The others agreed; it was still a week-day at the end and most of his friends were working still.
He took a shower, trying to calm down and kill some time until 1AM. He was eager to see her, to have her company and enjoy it freely. It was hard enough to stop himself kissing her the way he wanted to after he blew his candles off, so some alone would do them good, Bucky knew it.
The more his will power was being tested, the more he thought about coming out clean to Sam and Steve. He didn’t want to hide their relationship. He wanted to take her out on dates without the fear of getting seen by some people Sam or Steve might know. He wanted to hold her hand, cuddle her on the couch or kiss her wherever and whenever he wanted to. He needed to discuss this with her first, though.
Mind full of ideas about how to tell them, Bucky stepped out of the shower and moved onto his kitchen after putting on only his sweatpants (no boxers, either, because they were gonna come off anyway). It was just half past midnight, and he had half an hour to spend by himself until she came. Bucky sighed as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He just stood in his dark kitchen, saved from the street lights sizzling inside through the window above the sink, sipping his water in silence.
He must have zoned out because he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the shy knock on his door. Setting down his glass, Bucky ran towards the door and opened it.
“Hi,” she breathed, quickly stepping inside and letting Bucky close the door behind her. She had casual clothes on, sweatpants and an oversize sweatshirt, but she took his breath away anyway.
“Hi, baby,” Bucky whispered and watched her getting shy delightfully. When he stepped closer to kiss her, she stepped back.
“Um,” she started, “I-I prefer─ with your gift, uh.” Stammering over her words, she played with her fingers. “Give me five minutes, and then come to the bedroom okay?” Bucky opened his mouth protest, but she was quick to shut him up. “Please, Sir?” Exhaling defeatedly, Bucky nodded.
“Alright,” he said, and she disappeared. The curiosity was eating him alive, but he wasn’t about to go and ruin this thing for her. If she wanted to give him a private gift, then she was going to give it to him on her own terms.
Walking back to his kitchen, Bucky fiddled with his half-full glass, playing with the water and sipping it sometimes.
He never knew that five minutes could feel like five centuries.
After his time was up, Bucky walked towards his bedroom, his heart beating faster with each step. The door was ajar. The major lights were off, but she chose to turn on the ones on the sides of his bed, they were dimmed. It gave the room a warmer vibe. His curtains were drawn, and Bucky could pick out the clothes she was wearing when she stepped inside his house. He moved his eyes on his bed, feeling his lungs stopped working, Bucky froze. 
She was in the middle of his bed, sitting on knees. She had red lingerie set on her; the lace design bra was hugging her breasts nicely, the garter belt was around her waist and was attached to the thigh stockings and the matching underwear was carrying the same lace design with the bra. She looked so damn beautiful, Bucky didn’t know how to function.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he took in the sight before him. “Happy fucking birthday to me, indeed.” She ducked her head down, shy and feeling a little bit self-conscious about her body. Bucky wasn’t going to have that. Not when she looked like a fucking goddess before him. He leaned forward, not getting on the bed, and grabbed her chin gently. Lifting it up, he found her eyes and looked right into them. “You look so beautiful,” he whispered. “I cannot believe you chose me, and you’re givin’ yourself to me as a gift.” She smiled. It was her shy and adorable one, Bucky loved it. “Peaches,” Bucky whispered once more. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” She chuckled.
“You promised me not to die on me until I’m right behind you, Barnes,” she whispered back, smiling widely. Bucky let out a soft chuckle and fully leaned into kiss her.
The second their lips touched, both of them moaned in relief. It wasn’t the first kiss they had shared that day, but this one was full of promises and things to come in the next few hours. So, Bucky half-climbed on the bed, cradled her face in his hands and kissed her the way he wanted to since the beginning of his party.
Her lips were so soft against his, caressing his slightly chapped ones so nicely, Bucky felt his heart flutter. She vaguely tasted like peaches, and Bucky pulled back just a tad to huff a laugh.
“You taste like peaches,” he whispered. She giggled.
“Yeah, I restocked my lip balm,” she answered and pulled him back into the kiss. Bucky groaned this time. Fully climbing on the bed, leaning over to make her lay on her back, Bucky settled between her legs. The kiss they were sharing went from soft to passionate quickly. Bucky’s hands were traveling all over her body as he tilted his face from side to side so that he could deepen the kiss as he wished.
“God, honey,” Bucky groaned as he lowered his lips to her neck. Kissing and sucking the soft skin there, Bucky rubbed his stubble all over her collarbones. He was about to move south, put his lips on her stomach and maybe give her an appropriate kiss on some place he knew so well, but she pushed him back.  
“My gift, remember?” She said when she saw the confused look on his face. “Lingerie was just a side gift.” Bucky raised his brows as he pulled back a bit more to give her space. She smiled and flipped on her stomach. Her knees drawn up, hands flat on the sides of her head and her face plastered on his pillow, she wiggled her ass.
Her underwear was fucking backless.
“Motherfuck─” Bucky hissed. “What the fuck. Oh my God, peaches, what─” His hands were moving before he could process, grabbing two handful of flesh, Bucky squeezed them. She whimpered. Bucky pulled back one hand and brought it back harshly, slapping her soft flesh, making it burn.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered as she bit her lip.
“What the fuck─ is this─” Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the plug nestled between her cheeks. It had a heart shaped base, red jewel adorning it. It looked so pretty, Bucky wanted to leave it just like that, but he also wanted to play with so damn bad. “Sweetheart. Are you sure?”
“Mmhm,” she hummed. “Wan’ you to do it, please, Sir?” She looked at him over her shoulder.
“Ah, fuck,” Bucky whispered to himself. She always begged him so pretty, never left a chance to say ‘no’, and this time wasn’t different. “Alright, baby,” Bucky said. His fingers pressing on the plug, pushing it a bit deeper. She moaned. She lifted her ass even more up in the air, and Bucky felt like he was dreaming.
Even if he was, this was the best dream he ever had, he was fucking sure of it.
Grumbling meaningless things to himself, Bucky grabbed the base of the cute plug. He could see how wet her pussy was, could see it glistening and wetting her inner thighs, and he honestly didn’t know if he wanted her pussy or her ass first.
“How long can you stay?” He asked, voice low. She sighed happily.
“’til seven,” she answered. She was half-slurring. Bucky hummed, knowing that he had a long time ahead of him to play with her properly, he got off the bed to take off his sweatpants. Sliding a finger under the garter belt, Bucky pulled and released it, making it slap her skin. Bucky watched her ass jiggle deliciously as she gasped lightly. He pressed kisses all the way up to her spine and reached into his drawer to pull out condoms. “Mm, no,” she said, “Got an IUD.”
“I’m loving you even more every second,” Bucky said as he dropped the condom back into the drawer, pulling an amused chuckle out of her. Instead of condoms, Bucky pulled out his lube and put it someplace easy to reach. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, alright, baby?” She nodded. Placing a kiss on her nape, Bucky took a hold of her hair, pulling it a little.
“First,” he started, “I’m gonna kiss anywhere I want.” Doing as he said; he kissed her neck, her jaw, shoulder blades, spine and her sides. Then, he moved up to kiss her on the lips filthily. This kiss was all about spit and passion and owning, she fucking loved it.
“Then, I’m gonna get you naked,” he whispered. His fingers were quick to find the clip of her bra and undoing it. Sliding the straps of her shoulders slowly, Bucky helped take the bra off. “But I’m gonna keep these,” he said, slapping her ass with one hand while the other one cupped her pussy from the front. She moaned loudly. “The backside of this underwear…” Bucky murmured. “The way your ass looks so damn beautiful in it…” Bucky moved down to bite her ass cheek lightly, making her yelp. “I’m gonna fuck you in it, peaches.”
Dragging one finger all the way from her clit to her plug, Bucky hummed. “I’mma fuck this little thing, first,” he said, inserting two of his fingers into your pussy. “It looks too wet and cute for me to not touch it, y’know,” he added. “But I was thinking maybe I would…” He trailed off as he leaned forward and just licked a fat line up to her plug. She shuddered under his tongue.
“Anything,” she sobbed into his pillow. “Anything you want, Sir, take it!” Chuckling darkly, Bucky did exactly that.
He trailed his tongue up and down, collecting all of her juices that were licking out constantly, licking her inner thighs clean, Bucky pushed his tongue inside of her. She whimpered and wiggled. Bucky was quick to give her a slap on her ass; a warning for her to stay still. She meekly apologized and stopped moving. Bucky slurped, his tongue dove deeper and curved just right. She groaned long and loud, Bucky was so glad that he wasn’t living at an apartment or something.
He pulled back. He was way too impatient for eating her out properly. Grabbing a hold of his cock, he dragged it up and down for a couple times. When he was sure that his dick was covered with her wetness, he slowly inched inside of her.
She gasped, her breath getting stuck on her throat as she fisted the sheets and arched her back. As Bucky slid deeper into her, he felt like was he could explode anytime. She was so tight, so wet and so warm around him, it was like sinking deep into silk sheets in a warm night… It felt so damn good.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky moaned. “You’re tighter than a virgin, I fucking swear,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to cage her body under his. When his hips were flush against her, he stopped for a second. He didn’t want to come too early, but he had been Horny as hell ever since he saw that little plug nestled in its place.
This one was going to be a quick, take-the-edge-off kind of one.
“I’m not gonna last,” Bucky whispered and felt her nod. She was close already, Bucky could feel her walls fluttering around him. His eyes rolled backwards a little when he started to move his hips. Her tight as fuck heat was wrapped around him so damn nicely, Bucky was a little surprised that he hadn’t come as soon as he entered her.
His slow pace didn’t take too long to turn into a desperate, fast and hard one. His hips were slapping against hers, their sweaty skin making obscene sounds echoing in his bedroom. He was so close, so horny, that it really didn’t take him too long to feel his balls tighten. Bucky buried a groan into her neck. His hips were moving on a punishing pace. His hard cock was driving in and out of her pussy with obscene squelching sounds. All those sounds and her moaning and whimpering beneath him were getting to his head real fast. Bucky gasped.
“Sir─” She choked on a breath and gasped just like him. “’m so fuckin’ close, Sir, please!” Her legs were shaking, her chest was heaving and Bucky could feel the flutter of her walls increasing and becoming more intense with each thrust of his.
“God, honey, me too,” he moaned. His pace was halting, he knew he was about to come. Groaning, Bucky slipped his fingers on her front and found her clit. She screamed. “Shit!” Bucky cursed as she came unexpectedly. Her knees buckled with the intensity of her orgasm and she collapsed on the bed with Bucky’s cock still hard and still inside of her. Bucky cursed again, taking a hold of her knees, he spread her legs to her sides. They were quivering in his hands, and he knew she was sensitive, but he was right fucking there. Lying fully on top her, Bucky started to move his hips again. It was a filthy and only focused on chasing his orgasm kind of pace, this time.
“Oh, fuck, Sir!” She exclaimed, eyes widening. Bucky was in deep. He was in so deep, her walls were so tight─
“Shit,” Bucky cursed. “Fuck, oh, God, ah, fuuck─!” The delirious movements of his hips stopped. His balls tightened, cock twitched in her and he came. Eyes rolling backwards, Bucky groaned loud and long. His taut muscles going lax, his hot breath licking her over-heated body and her tightness was still hugging his poor cock so nicely.
“God, Bucky, what the fuck,” she panted. Bucky hummed. He rubbed his stubble-covered jaw on her shoulder affectionately. Easing off of her, Bucky dropped himself next to her and pulled her into his arms to cuddle. “My legs won’t stop quiver.”
Bucky snorted. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled. She rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, burrowing herself deeper into her lover’s arms. Their eyes were closing, they were tired and much needed orgasm had loosened up their tensed muscles. “Round two in an hour,” Bucky slurred. “Gonna play with you.”
She just hummed and closed her eyes.
A little energy nap would do them good, she knew it.
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[part two will be up soon!]
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angstysebfan · 3 years
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The Past Can Break You - 7
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
AU: Avengers
Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?
A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.
Warning:
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Dot lays on her bed, hands under her head, staring at the ceiling, wondering. It’s been a week since you ran away from Bucky. Bucky has been locked away in his room ever sense, and hasn’t come to see her yet. I mean I get he had feelings for you, but enough is enough. Bucky has to know that you were not the one he was meant to be with. The fact that she managed to find him nearly a century later is fate. Surely Bucky knows that.
Suddenly there is a knock on her door, bringing Dot out of her thoughts. She opens and sees Bucky standing there, looking tired. 
“Oh Jamie, what is wrong?” Dot asks innocently enough.
Bucky looks at her with sad eyes, “Y/N left me. She didn’t tell me why, but she left me. I-I feel so foolish. I thought she loved me,” he said as tears came to his eyes.
Dot pulls him into a tight hug. And of course because he cannot see her face, she smirks in victory. After some time Bucky pulls back. Dot grabs his flesh hand and pulls him into her room and toward her bed.
“I’m so sorry this happened Jamie. When did she leave?” Dot asked.
“Last week,” Bucky said looking away. “I have been trying to find her, but she has made it nearly impossible. Should have known not to trust one of the best spies in the world.” Bucky says.
Dot furrows her brows, “She is a spy? I thought you were all were Avengers.”
Bucky looked at her, “The Avengers are made up of all different people with different skills and powers to fight the evil in this world. Y/N was kidnapped as a child and turned into a spy. Natasha helped her escape and now she is... or was... an Avenger. She always felt we were her family, so I must have done something if she was willing to leave. I just wish I knew what,” Bucky said.
“Jamie, I know you love her, but obviously she didn’t love you as much as you thought. You need to stop thinking about what you could have possibly done wrong and move on. Now I want to hear more about the different skills and powers you were talking about with the Avengers. I mean I have lived here for several months and know nothing about this,” Dot says.
Bucky looks at her with a mix of shock and annoyance, but shakes his head, “Uh, well you know Steve has the super soldier serum, Tony is a genius and has made suits that can do anything, Natasha is also a spy from the Red Room, Clint is a spy and the best shot I’ve ever seen, Sam can fly and was in the military, Wanda has powers and can read minds, Vision is a robot from the same source that Wanda got her powers from, and Thor is a god from another planet,” Bucky said quickly.
Dot paled a little, especially hearing Wanda can read minds. She looked at Bucky, “And... and you?” she asks quietly.
It took a lot to not smirk at the scared expression on her face, but Bucky leaned in, “Me? Well, I was taken by Hydra, given a similar serum like Steve, and was brainwashed to become the greatest assassin in the world. they would freeze me until they needed me and I would kill anyone they wanted, and any witnesses. Unfortunately that included Tony’s parents, but he and I have made up so to speak,” Bucky says.
He watches Dot pale more as she suddenly looks frighten of the man on her bed, “How... how could you not tell me that before? We spent so much time together and you.. you never mentioned any of this,” Dot said.
Bucky looked at her and tried to seem sincere, “Does it matter? I mean as you said maybe this is fate, the two of us being here, in this time, together. I mean I do miss Y/N, but maybe this is a sign that I need to stop fighting the feelings I have... for you,” Bucky said.
“Jamie... I-,” Dot hesitates.
“Surely you still love me like you said you do, now knowing my past,” Bucky says.
Dot swallowed and put on a brave face, “Y-Yes Jamie. I-I still love you,” She says.
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You wait in the conference room, knee shaking under the table as Steve and Nat sit in front of you.
“Y/N, you have to calm down,” Nat says.
“I’m trying but this is taking too long. What if it doesn’t work. What if--”
You are cut off by the door opening and Bucky walking in. You both stop and stare at each other. Your heart beats quickly in your chest as your stare into his blue eyes. He stares right back into your Y/E/C eyes.
“So? Did it work?” Nat asked, snapping you both out of your staring contest. Bucky looked at Nat, and then back at you before he smirked.
“She is terrified, but is going to pretend she can handle being with me. This should be easy,” he says.
You smile and look at Nat you nods, “Good, step 1 complete. The bitch knows who she is dealing with. Now Barnes, I need you to seduce her. Make her think that you are interested. We need this to go on for a bit before she snaps, which she will. Or I’ll snap her like a twig,” Natasha says.
Nat continues to talk about the beat down she wants to give Dot, while you and Bucky go back to staring at each other. Bucky walks around the table to stand in front of you, “She thinks you are still gone,” he says softly.
You nod, “Good. She needs to think she won.”
“Can we talk, alone? Tonight? Maybe on the roof?” Bucky asks.
You take a deep breath and look down at your hands, “I... sure, Buck. Once Dot has gone to sleep. You belong to her now,” you say.
Bucky steps closer, “I know you know the truth, but please know that everything that I am doing now is to make her pay for hurting you. If I belong to anyone, it’s you, baby,” he says before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.
You take a shuddering breath as tears come to your eyes. You know Bucky is innocent, but all you can hear are the words his voice said to her. Bucky still doesn’t know what happened, but you know he will ask you relentlessly until you tell him.
You have to keep your eye on the prize. Dot needed to pay for what she has done. But when it’s over, will you be able to get over everything and still be with Bucky? Will this plan drive you further apart?
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Chapter 6 / Chapter 8
So what do you think the overall plan is? Will the reader be able to ignore the fact that Bucky needs to seduce Dot, while she is still in pain about everything? Feedback is appreciated.
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miss-smutty · 3 years
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Alternate Reality
A/N- it's here! Finally 🥵 that Thor and Chris Hemsworth Man-Sandwich I was telling you about, inspired by @mostly-marvel-musings Threesome Fic ⬅️⬅️
Summary- You don't care how or why it's happened but all of your dreams are about to come true when your boyfriend and his alternate universe clone are in the same room together.
Word count- 3,112k
Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X You X Thor
Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut
18+ only!
Posted: 14th June 2021
Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires
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"What the actual…" Your trial of thought disappears as you watch the huge ring of light appear in the middle of your living room. Chris wraps his arms around you instinctively, as you both stare dumbfounded. The place on the other side of the ring looks different, where ever it was it definitely wasn't here. The funny thing is, you knew what these rings were and who was in control of them but how could that be? They're fictional characters from a movie your boyfriend starred in.
You're proved wrong, when the God of Thunder himself steps through the ring and into your dimension. The very same God of Thunder that Chris stars as, surely this is a dream conjured up by your sick imagination. The tall, broad God looks exactly the same as Chris with the exact same characteristics he portrayed in the movie. You pinch yourself just to check you weren't dreaming, screwing your eyes shut and opening them again a couple of times while Chris stares, completely lost for words.
"Is there something in your eyes?" Thor asks in the exact same voice you were expecting to hear, a look of amusement in his eyes at your reaction.
"Wait, what the fuck? You're real?" You ask.
"I am from an alternative Universe to yours, I have been sent here to gather information from you." Thor says nonchalantly, pulling his eyes away from you and looking to Chris.
"From me? But I'm just an actor, I don't even understand how this is real." Chris says, his eyes blown wide with shock.
"We want to know how the infinity war happened here so we can plan our moves and ultimately win."
"We, who's we?" 
"I have been sent by the Wizard, err I mean Doctor Strange."
"Of course you have, of course you're all real." Chris takes a minute to compose himself, running his hand through his hair and sighing heavily. "Fuck mate, you don't want to know how it worked out in the end." Chris paces the room, trying to make sense of everything that's happening.
"Yes we do, any information we can acquire may be able to help us defeat Thanos." 
"How do you know that it will play out the same way as it did in the movies?" Chris enquires, stopping on the spot to look at Thor.
"We don't but we are willing to try anything." You can see a note of anguish on Thor's face, knowing how the movie pans out you can take a guess at what he's thinking about.
"Y/N why are you so quiet?" Chris turns away from Thor, looking over at you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed.
"Just trying to focus my attention else where and not on the fact there's two of you stood right in front of me." 
"There's not two of us, this guys some sort of clone." 
"I believe I am a lot older than you, therefore you are the clone." Thor corrects Chris, looking rather happy with himself.
"Yeah you look it mate. You've got a lot more wrinkles around your eyes." You focus on the childish behaviour, hoping it would stop the images of the two of them running around your mind, naked. That maybe just maybe it would put you off slightly but who are you kidding? There's two of him, here in front of you and one of them is a literal god. You remember all the fantasies you had while Chris was filming Thor, begging him to bring his costume home so he could fuck you as Thor. Now the actual Thor is here as well as Chris, it couldn't get any better.
"Why don't you just slap your dicks out and measure them while you're at it." You slap your hand over your mouth, surprised that you'd actually spoken out loud. Both of them turning to look at you equally surprised.
"What?" You question innocently. "You can't tell me you're not at least a little bit curious to know if your cocks are the same size? I know I am." 
"I'd be more than happy to show you, my sweet." Thor mutters under his breath folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame. His statement not quite going unnoticed by Chris when he glares at him before shooting daggers back at you.
"Are you enjoying this?" Chris asks, his voice oozing possessiveness.
"Oh, more than you'll ever know." You smile smugly. "You don't know how long I've had this actual fantasy, only it's not quite going how I planned." 
"You've fantasised about fucking other men?" 
"No not over men, just you… Times two." You shrug your shoulders.
"And how exactly does this fantasy play out in your mind?" They both look curious, forgetting about their arguments for a minute, Thor standing straight waiting intently.
"Do you really have to ask?" You say slyly feeling super confident and ready to make your move. I mean it's not everyday your going to be faced with this situation, you need to make the most of it. "Why don't I show you?" 
"I am not opposed to this." Thor perks up eagerly, puffing out his broad chest.
"You don't get a say." That death-glare aimed at Thor again "and I'm not quite sure how I feel about this." 
"Relax baby, it's not like big man over here is here to stay. It's a one time deal. Besides if you fulfil my fantasies I'll be more than happy to fulfil yours." Chris thinks about it for a second while you run your hands over his thick shoulders, loosening him up. You pull his face down to reach yours, open mouthed kisses taking away any thoughts he had.
You open one eye, spying Thor in your peripheral checking out your curves with a sly, lustful look in his eye. You catch his hand in yours pulling him behind you where he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and planting wet kisses down the side of your neck. A tiny moan muttered into Chris' mouth makes his eyes flutter open. Anger flaring in his eyes at the sight of Thor's hands all over you.
"Listen, if we're doing this. I'm in charge. You got it, space punk?" Chris reaches over you to poke his finger in to Thor's chest.
"I think the lady should be in charge, not you nor I and she does not seem to be protesting against this." Thor turns you around to face him, one hand guiding your face to his open, eager lips.
"No, her lips are mine." Chris pulls you back from Thor, your lips still pursed needily.
"For fuck sake Chris, I am not an object. Listen, Chris I love you. Let's just play nice ok?" You grab their hands, pulling them both in front of you. The sight of them together makes you unwillingly gasp, your pussy clenching.
"Exactly." Thor smiles smugly.
"And Thor, stop winding him up. Let me take the lead." You reach up to kiss Chris first, making sure to satiate his jealousy while he wraps his arm around your lower back protectively. "Love you." You remind him before pulling away and moving to Thor.
Standing in front of the God of Thunder you search his face, trying to find any subtle differences. Apart from a couple of scars on Thor's face, they were identical. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he watches you, his hands twitching by his side, desperate to get a hold of you.
You move closer to him. Exploring his face with your hands before taking his bottom lip in your teeth, the seductive smile that appears makes your nervousness ebb away. Lust taking over as you kiss him deeply, finding that difference you were looking for. The kiss, not better and not worse just different. And the taste, he doesn't taste like Chris, he has an otherworldly taste you have never experienced before. It tastes like sin, like you're cheating and your stomach flips at the thought.
"Do you like what you see?" Thor asks after you pull away, not wanting to linger on the kiss for too long with Chris watching.
"Of course, you're beautiful." He smiles back at you, a twinkle in his eyes. There's an immediate connection with the two of you, an enigmatic connection that you're not willing to dive further into right now.
"Hey." Chris pouts, the intimacy between you and Thor making him feel pushed out.
"Babe, you're identical." You roll your eyes. "He's you, you're him." You point between the two of them. The puppy dog look in Chris's eyes completely contradicts the growing erection in his shorts.
"Yeah but…" Chris tries to protest before you cut him off, not giving him chance to ruin this for you.
"Just shush and take off your shorts." That stops him in his tracks, his eyes growing wide, a moment of lust flashing before them.
"What are you laughing at? You too." You say to Thor.
"Wait a minute, why are we stripping and you're still completely dressed?" Thor asks, while hastily unbuttoning his trousers.
"Now that is something we agree on, come here."
Your two favourite men, the best looking men in at least two dimensions, work in tandem to remove your clothes. The touch of Thor's fingertips to the nape of your neck sends shivers down your spine, an electrical current running through your veins. Your heart beating impossibly fast as you finally get your own way.
Chris kneeling on one knee to slowly pull down your shorts and panties. His thumb hooked in either side as he takes his time revealing your pussy, the pussy that is usually all his. Now he's come to terms with your desires and he's ready to take it in turns blowing your mind. On cue, Thor's hands move lower down your back, his fingers trailing a path down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lifting your top over your head, Thor's hands fall back to your breasts. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he takes your nipples between his fingers. Your mouth left agape as you feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, at the same time as Chris's fingers spread on your stomach, clutching as his thumb presses against your clit making you moan deeply.
You almost lose control, your legs going weak as you hear Thor groan at the sound of your pleasure, quiet enough for only the two of you to hear. Your body on fire already with the feel of two pairs of hands tweaking your senses into overload. Your body jerking with every oversensitive touch.
Thor moves your hair to the side, biting gently on your neck as Chris' tongue takes over his thumb. The tip circling slowly over your bundle of nerves making your legs buckle completely, falling back into Thor, his body holding up your weight as he moves backwards towards the bed and sits down on the end of it. Chris moving with you, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. The feel of Thor's huge cock pressing against your bare ass is too much and you need to feel it, you need it inside of you.
No longer bickering they finally fall into a rhythm, content on accomplishing the same goal. Giving you as much pleasure as possible and it's driving you wild.
Thor holds your legs open, giving Chris better access to your dripping folds. Your head resting against Thor's shoulders as Chris' fingers curl up inside of you, when you moan it drives them both frantic with lust. The same desires and turn on's as well as the same looks. An unspoken bond between you all.
Thor's uneven breath on your neck, his beating heart against your shoulder blade and Chris' unrelenting fingers stroking against your spot - push you over the edge. As you cry out, arching against Thor's swollen cock, his thumb reaches down to your bundle of nerves - the pressure unbearable - working as a team to pull another orgasm from you. The sound of them both groaning as their fingers drive you into another realm of pleasure, grinding against Thor as your moans become feral. Your arousal dripping around Chris' fingers, his eyes pooled with need.
Thor stops to pull down his pants, lifting you up and onto his cock. The angle making you groan like a dying animal as he stretches your walls deliciously. Your face screwed into a ugly expression as you watch Chris stand, freeing his cock from his own pants and guiding it to your mouth.
Your mouth eagerly open, waiting for it to be filled with your loves huge, smooth cock, dripping with that sweet precum. Hardly noticing the ache in your thighs as you bounce yourself on Thor's cock while he rests back on to his hands watching your ass jiggle with every movement.
The sight of Chris watching you get fucked pulls you over once more, the look of lust in his eyes as you savagely take his cock in your mouth as Thor ruins your pussy. The fact Thor looks just like him is like watching himself fuck you, like some fucked up porn but he loves it. He loves it way more than he thought he would, grunting with every jerk of your hand and twist of your mouth. Your tongue swirling around his tip as he twitches inside of your mouth.
"Spit on it." Thor says his voice so deep and laced with need as he eases out of you, lifting you effortlessly into the air while he lays back down on the bed.
"What?" 
"Spit on my cock." You do as your told without delay. Drenching him in even more lubrication.
Chris waits anxiously, handling his own dick with gritted teeth as he watches Thor positioning himself at your tight hole. Squeezing himself between your cheeks slowly, waiting patiently for you to become accustomed to the size of his cock. You suck in air between your teeth, your body defying you as it tries to push his cock back out but you want it, you want it so fucking bad.
You take his cock, you take it so well and he gives you more, he gives you it all until he's balls deep in your ass. You spread your legs open wide, an invitation for Chris to join in the fun and he doesn't hesitate. Holding onto your knees while he pushes himself into your pussy. You feel so full, your eyes hooded with arousal, the feel of two cocks inside of you at the same time from the men you desire most. 
Chris unable to hold back any longer, thrusts into you, pushing you back into Thor, his hands holding you by the waist as he begins bucking you up slowly. The pleasure is indescribable, unlike anything you have ever experienced before. You're pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, a whirlwind of pure bliss as your holes are filled so tightly. 
Chris' fingers gripping into your knees as Thor's fingers grasp your waist, they fall into the perfect rythym which isn't suprising. Their cocks entering and retreating all at the same time until the pressure builds immediately, your body jerking with powerful gusto, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You scream and I mean scream as your body comes undone, gripping around their cocks as you cum, a gutteral moan leaving your lips afterwards.
Thor pushes you forward as he chases his own release, the tight grip around his cock making it inevitable. The same time Chris pounds into your pussy, your body leaking juices consistently. Knocking your languid body backwards and forwards which each incredulous thrust from the two sex gods.
Your mind blank, your eyes blurred with the hedonistic pleasure coursing through you. You don't ever want it to end, you want to stay lost in this state of arousal forever but at the same time your body can not take it anymore, the whole thing has been like one neverending orgasm.
You've lost count of the amount of times you've cum, one after the other until your no longer sure of your name or even where you are. Your mind consumed with pure satisfaction. 
They're both grunting in synchronisation as they finally release at the same time, pushing into you with one last powerful thrust making you spiral out of control. The feel of their mighty load shooting inside of your holes makes you scream again, your cum spilling out and dripping down, pooling beneath you.
Your mind is still consumed, no coherent words can be spoken when you fall backwards on to Thor, rolling to the side of him and pulling Chris down with you. You all lay panting on the bed, smiles plastered on all of your faces. Smiles you're pretty sure aren't going to leave you for a very long time. That is until the ring appears back in your bedroom and reality sets in.
You can't stay in the state of satisfaction for any longer and you're likely never to feel this amount of pleasure ever again. Thor has to leave and it makes you emotional, you'd built a connection with him in such a short space of time and you weren't ready to let go yet.
"Don't go, please." You manage to string together the words as you pull on his arm.
"I'm sorry, I have to." Thor says, you can hear the sadness in his voice. Chris doesn't speak, he lets you have your moment. Reaching up to kiss his lips fevently, his hands tangling into your hair as he returns the kiss just as deeply. Dreading having to pull away from him and watch him leave but he does. He pulls away, your fingertips losing grip as he looks back over his shoulder before stepping into the ring. Gone forever.
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"What did you find out?" Strange asks Thor immediately upon his return.
"Oh." 
"What do you mean, oh?" 
"I erm… Didn't get any information." His mind is consumed with you, his mission has failed but he doesn't care.
"You will have to go back." Doctor strange declares, anger and frustration laced in his voice.
"I will go back as many times as you wish." He smiles triumphantly, maybe he will have to keep thinking of reasons to be sent back to you.
"What exactly did you do while you were gone?" Strange asks. Thor doesn't answer, instead his thoughts drift away, the memories replaying in his mind like a movie. 
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quellmythirst · 2 years
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Going up Part 3
Summary: Some things are cleared up, only for more quesitons to pop up.
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Neighbour!Billy Russo
Words 2.3k
AN: Where do I even start? There is about 6 versions of just this chapter, It took me way to long to decide on who was actually going to be there, I hope you liked what I decided on.
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--Y/N--
You hadn't seen Billy for a few days after your girls night with Bucky, the first of many in your new apartment hopefully. It had been nice having Buck over to move things around like he had promised to do weeks ago. You were embarrassed how he had behaved in front of Billy though. Maybe he was avoiding you? Or maybe just busy at work? What did he even do for work? Couldn't be anything bad, you knew Tony wouldn't have let you even step foot in the building if a threat was residing on one of the floors above.
Today was your day off and you planned on heading back to the tower, you had lots of annoying things to be doing. Not to mention Peter had asked you to show him how some of the systems worked. Something about needing privacy in his room? You definitely weren't going to use a 16 yr old kids Id to lurk after your neighbour.
Picking up the bottles of wine that you and Bucky had gone through, mostly you really. You had hoped Thor would make it, but he was off world. Some Asgardian business or something. He left you to the mercy of the super soldier. You knew he couldn't get drunk but what was a girls night without booze? Boring, that's what. At least Thor would've gotten wasted with you. Clearing away the rubbish Bucky's words turning over in your head for the last few days, "he likes you, look at him. He looks like he wants to shoot me," Asshole, he has been teasing you about your little crush on your neighbour for two weeks now. The teasing only got worse when he met Billy. But you knew Billy could barely stand to be around you, he was probably just staring at Bucky. After all it's not everyday you get to meet a super soldier.
You were sure Billy had heard him tell you to just go jump him. Subtly was not his strong suit, he didn't really talk much, but god when he did was he annoying. You hoped that when you jabbed him in the ribs, hopefully covering his comment with his cry of pain. Asshole. By your third bottle he had nearly convinced you to march up to Billy's apartment and throw yourself at him. It was only then that it dawned on you that you didn't even know which floor he was on. That was the other thing Pete was going to help with, or rather Pete's Id.
Placing your laptop firmly in its case, you smoothed out your blouse, locking the door behind you and headed towards the lift. Pulling on the strap of your bag and pressing the down button. The door opens and low and behold the man you were just thinking about is waiting for you inside.
"Umm.. hi," you say, worried that things may be awkward now after Bucky spilled the beans about your crush on him. But all he does is step back and allow you to enter.
"Hey, how was your date the other night?" He asks. Date? What date? Surely he doesn't mean..
"Bucky?" You laugh, at the craziness of that. You and Bucky? The thought made you cringe, sure he was nice enough and he was OK looking. The weird as fuck look that Billy was giving you confirmed that that's what he thought, oh no. "Me and Buck? Ew, dudes like 200 years old," You scoff at the idea and you see Billy's chest deflate like he was holding his breath., "I'm to busy with work to have time for dates anyway," you say sadly. It was true, SHIELD was a lifestyle. A lifestyle that made it hard to even have free time to meet anyone. Not to mention the only person you had been interested in months seemed to hate you. His eyes scrutinize you, for some fucking reason. What is his problem? Why would he care if you were on a date anyway? Was he worried about germs on the walls? Like your some uncontrollable animal who-
The elevator stops, but your on the 3rd floor. You both stare as a large family encroaches on your space, shoving the two of you into the back corner. Your bodies pressed together. Heat rises in your chest and you pray that he can't see the look on your face. Billy looks down at you, you stare back. A small innocent smile gracing your lips, his hand landing on the flat of your back as he holds you close and away from the falling arms of the family's heated discussion. Neither of you says anything, but you see a question hiding just behind his eyes and feel one bubbling up inside you.
The lift opens and the family piles out of the lift, the crowd all but dragging you away. You feel the loss of his large hand and the warmth it held on your back gone in an instant. You keep walking, hoping he doesn't notice the heat creeping through your veins and making your legs wobble. Peeking back behind you to give him a wave goodbye and you see that he is still in the elevator. His hand adjusting the length of his jacket, when he looks up he gives you a small wave. You think maybe you should ask him on a date, but when your phone rings with another emergency your pulled onto the street and into a taxi.
--Billy--
He spent the whole of yesterday and last night contemplating. So, the hipster you brought home wasn't a date, a friend. He wondered just how close you were. Bucky had seemed awfully taken with you, his hands were all over you. What kind of name even was Bucky? A stupid one, he decided.
Laying back on his couch, he put off getting up. He had an appointment quite early this morning, but he hadn't slept. His thoughts full of the way you had pressed against him in that elevator. You hadn't flinched when his hand moved onto your back, your small frame pressed into his. It would've been so easy to dip his hand lower, spin you around and press you between the wall and himself. His self control was being tested and he was proud that he somehow managed to contain it.
It would have been the perfect time to ask you on a date, except for the fact you told him you didn't date. His mind whirled as he tried to figure out what job a young 20 something woman could have that would keep her so busy she had no time for a social life. No time for him. His alarm buzzed he knew he had to get going, this meeting was to important to miss.
He was surprised to see you when the doors opened. He had never seen you out this early, but here you were. Looking like you had just rolled out of bed, duffle bag hanging over your shoulder. A pair of moss green tights cling to your legs leaving nothing to his imagination and fuck was his imagination running wild. Instead he focused on the coffee in your hand. Fuck. He wanted to know what you looked like first thing on the morning. He imagined you groggy with sleep as you gave him a half conscious smile, while his arms held your body to his. Shit, he could not get hard in the lift again. He was fairly certain you didn't notice the other day, but he couldn't risk it happening again.
He was surprised, looking behind you when he heard a woman call your name. Her voice echoing through the hall the beautiful woman chased after you, the tip of her heels clicking on the tiles hard. His eyes darting to you from the woman, you seemed to be ignoring her. His mind reeling when a stray thought was brought to the surface. Just because you didn't date, didn't mean you were lonely.
"Good morning Billy," you grumbled, taking a sip of your coffee as this woman stepped in beside you. You didn't even look up at her. Instead opting to stare at the ground, your eyes blinking with tiredness. Maybe if he was quick he could carry you back to the bed you so obviously wanted to be back in.
"Hey," was all he said, hoping that you would at least look up at him. He wanted to see your smile, needed to the sparkle in your eyes. But this woman seemed to overwhelm you, her straight posture and intimidating manner a juxtaposition to your slouch and sleepy look.
"Stonewall, aren't you going to introduce me?" She said, looking down her nose at you. Billy imagined himself doing the same, but from a much more precarious position.
"Of course ma'am," you said straightening your back, giving the woman a lazy salute. You're drowsy eyes looking up at him for the first time, "Billy this is my Boss, Natasha and Nat," you said as she held out her hand to shake his, "This is-" you were cut off, Nat taking his hand, "I know who he is," she glared at him and he felt uneasy. He watched her face change, the stern scary look replaced by a placating smile. He stood still as she leaned forward, her cheek grazing his, her voice low in his ear, "I know who you are, keep your hand's off," She threatened in a sing song voice before pulling away and laughing, "Pleasure to meet you," she said and he was fucking confused. What was her problem? He hadn't even met this woman before. Could she read his thoughts? Where you actually sleeping with your boss? Maybe, maybe you had a thing for people in power? He sure hoped so.
"Pleasure," he said through gritted teeth. His eyes taking in her muscular form, his brain whirling at just how he would dispatch of her. A sharp bullet between the eyes from a great distance, he decided. Though given her threat he figured it best to wait. What surprised him the most was how fast her demeanor changed.
"Got everything ready for today?" She asked you, taking out her phone.. Your tiny little fingers barely holding yours, he wanted to know how they would feel, what big his cock would look like with them wrapped around it. As if sensing his thoughts the woman turned around and glared at him while you where busy looking something up, before turning back to you and smiling.
"Yep, all set. Should be all ready when we get there," you say confidently, tapping away at your phone. You've got your phone out he thinks, he should just ask for your number, his foot moves slightly, ready to step up and ask when this fuckin woman steps between you. Seriously, what is her problem?
"That's our girl," Nat said, you gave her a proud smile. If you just turned a little bit maybe he could imagine it was for him. Maybe Billy was reading to much into this, but was she actively trying to keep you from him? It wasn't until he stepped back that she moved to her original position beside you.
"I hear that movie you like is playing for the next few weeks,"
"Yeh, shame I got no-one to go with," you say and he catches your eye and you give him a small smile, before this fucking woman draws your attention away again.
"I'll come with you," the woman offers and something in his mind does a double take. He should've asked you sooner, if only this woman hadn't beaten him to the punch he could've asked you himself.
"As if, you hate black and white films almost as much as Wilson," you retort, leaning back and looking at Billy in small glances. Why were you looking at him like that?
"You should ask Bucky, he loves all that old timey shit," she says, Maybe, this woman was just a friend? Even if she had the aura of a dominatrix. She pulled you in by the shoulder and planted a soft kiss on your head. He saw red, the only thing keeping him still was you. He wasn't about to just go murder hobo right in front of you. No, he'd save that for later.
"Where you guys off to?" He asks, needing the distraction, something to keep the sight of her lips on your skin out of his brain. Maybe if you told him where you were going he'd be able to find out some more things about you.
"That's classified," Natasha said, turning around to address him and giving him a another sly smile she pulled you just a little closer. What happened next surprised him, you shrugged her off. Stepping forward toward the door and throwing a glare at her. When the door opened you strutted out, flipping the bird at Nat before looking over you at him. You gave him the sweetest smile before taking a sip of your coffee and walking out. Natasha calling to you and chasing along behind you. He could see through the glass door of the foyer a SUV full of people and that fucking hipster smiling at you out of the window, his arm hanging out while he waved at you.
What the fuck was that? He thought, why would you just shrug your friend from you? Maybe she was just your boss trying to use her power to get you to go out with her? Or was she trying to set you up with the fucking hipster? Where could you possibly work to be surrounded by all these attractive people that you're immune to him? He didn't know, but he was going to find out.
Part 4
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midgardianweasley · 3 years
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The Royal Ball
The Royal Ball
Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader
Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?
Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending
Word Count: 3.3k
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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name
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It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.
“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”
“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?”  Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.
“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.
“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”
“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.
“Really? Can you produce illusions?”
“No.”
“Look inside other people’s heads?”
“Well, no, but-”
“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”
“I still can’t believe you did that”
“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.
His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.
We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.
“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper
“Tired of what, love?”
“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.
“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”
Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.
“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?
Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.
“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.
“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.
“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.
“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.
I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.
“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.
“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.
“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.
“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.
“Y/F/N, don’t-”
“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.
“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”
“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”
“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.
“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”
“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”
And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?
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He didn’t.
After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.
I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.
I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.
I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.
Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.
“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”
“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”
“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.
“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”
“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.
“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”
With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.
“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.
“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.
“Thank you. As do you.”
“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.
“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”
“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.
“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.
It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.
“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”
“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.
So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.
Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.
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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.
“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.
“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.
“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”
“Ye-”
“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.
“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.
“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?
“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.
“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”
“I- I’m sorry?”
“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.
“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.
“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”
“Charlie.”
“That’s what I said.”
“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me
“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”
Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.
“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.
“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.
“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”
“Charlie.”
“I know, that’s what I said.”
I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.
“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”
“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.
“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”
“You were making fun of him.”
“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.
“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”
“Well-”
“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.
I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.
“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”
“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”
Is he serious?
“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”
Silence.
“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.
His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.
“Ple-”
“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?
He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.
“Why didn’t you mention this before?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.
“Not Chelsey?”
“For the love, it’s Ch-”
I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.
“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.
“I bet I'll be in yours.”
“Always are, Darling. Always are.”
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forsakenmis · 3 years
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After the snap
Summary: Wanda was snapped away. You, on the other hand, remained and had moved on. You moved out of the country, started a new job, and had even gone on a few dates. Then everyone came back and suddenly a familiar witch was knocking on your workplace door.
Pairings: Top!Wanda x Reader
Warnings: dark!wanda, oral (r receiving), strap, public sex, posessive wanda, mummy kink
You’d long put away the shield (so to speak) and were at a point that going back to everyone just seemed so jarring. Maybe you didn’t want to believe it wasn’t true. After five years of grieving, of building a new life, and suddenly everyone’s just….back.
Wanda was back.
You knew it was wrong to have not contacted her. For her, it must seem like yesterday that you were whispering your plans about eloping, but that was five years ago. You moved on. Found someone else. She was nice, sweet, normal. She worked as a custom officer but she could spend hours and hours talking about all these topics that fascinated you.
She also was very predictable and normal.
Admittedly, your relationship hadn’t quite been defined. You suspected she was seeing other people, keeping her options open, and you weren’t sure how long you two were going to last but you were enjoying the time that you had together.
On top of that, you had a job at a bookstore that paid your rent. Sure, it wasn’t as flashy as it was back then but you liked being surrounded by all the books, some new and some falling apart. You spent a lot of pride restoring the latter in the back. You never had much of a chance to read before everything happened, your life was mostly spent trying to make sure everyone didn’t die.
Your abilities were healing based and that was more useful than you had initially thought when you first met them all. In fact, you thought you were awfully inadequate compared to people like Steve Rogers, Thor and Wanda Maximoff. But your time was kept filled to the brim.
Your only time to relax was your time with Wanda.
It had started off innocent enough. She used to stay with you after you finished up in the medic bay. She’d have dinner with you. Admittedly, you were pretty sure she didn’t have many other friends in the complex. Then it grew until she was fucking you every chance she could get. How else would either of you relax?
But that was a long time ago. You were done with that life. You weren’t the same person anymore. You ran and started a new life and not even the idea of Wanda could make you go back and maybe she was just that–an idea.
You were confident none of them would find you. Natasha couldn’t. You knew she had been trying to track you down like she had for Clint but no one came knocking on your door. So if they couldn’t, you were pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to find you either.
You’d just closed shop, the sunset streaming through the shutters covering the windows, and were taking stock. It had been a quiet day, but it was always quiet on a Tuesday so you had easily reached the predicted quota. The one downside was your boss, but he was only around once a week.
He was the kid of some millionaire who was trying to be hip and all that. So he opened some urban bookstore but he was too busy partying to actually stay on top of the business. Which is fine-you liked that arrangement. You’ll keep the shop running and he’ll never be up in your business. It worked without a bump in the road.
You were nearly done for the day, all you had to do after was–
The bell attached to the door trinkled. Someone had walked in. It was nearly half past, well past closing, so surely your boss would understand if you told whoever it is to leave. You were behind the shelves, you couldn’t see who had walked in. They weren’t making a lot of noise. Some people just had that soft touch, usually women.
Coming out to the front, your mouth already opening to ask them to leave, your words died in your throat.
Wanda.
Your eyes were frozen on her face, her eyes, those big doe eyes that always drew you in. She was smiling, an expression full of relief, and she was taking you in, grazing your body, before she moved forward to close the distance.
You stepped back.
Frozen with the air changing. Heavier, like you could feel the gravity pulling you down. Her light, happy, expression melted off and confusion replaced it.
“Wanda,” you said, wanting to cut her off, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t listen to her. She’d want you to come back. Five years for you, a few days for her. “You shouldn’t be here.”
You may as well have slapped her.
“Shouldn’t be here?” Wanda repeated and you closed your eyes. For the first time in years, you heard her voice. That voice that whispered to you in your dreams. A voice you thought you could hear every time you were alone. “I think I’m exactly where I need to be.”
When you opened your eyes again, you jumped, she was right there. You didn’t even hear her footsteps. “Wan–” you began but then her lips were on yours, her tongue sliding into your open mouth and you grunted in shock. You didn’t kiss back but you didn’t push her off either. You froze. You let her tongue be pushed down your throat as her hands slid onto your cheeks.
Her thumbs beginning to rub small circles into your skin pushed you back into action, your hands going to hips to shove her off you hard enough that she stumbled back a few steps.
“Wanda, I can’t,” you hissed out. “It’s been five years. I…”
“Why aren’t you happy then?” Wanda asked, bewilderment splashed across her face and almost instantly did guilt wash through you. Like you were betraying her somehow. “I was gone for five years, and now I’m back. Why didn’t you come back? Surely, you didn’t move on that easily?”
With that, the guilt was gone.
“Easily?” You hissed out, your hands balling into fists, “don’t come into my shop and–”
You stopped. It was no use getting angry. Your sentences always fumbled into one elongated word that no one could ever understand. “You have no idea what the five years have been like,” you snapped and she tilted her head, just slightly, but enough that a cold chill went down your spine. “You shouldn’t have looked for me. I’m not interested in going back to the avengers. I moved on.”
With that, you turned on your heel to go behind the desk, tapping away at the register. Maybe if you ignored her, she’d get the hint and leave.
“So you developed an attitude?” Wanda remarked and slid her hands into the woollen cardigan that...you knitted her. You frowned when you made the connection. You spent hours labouring away at it. It wasn’t that good, the colours were awful, but she rarely took it off. “Seems we have to start at square one again.”
You frowned. You seem to be doing that a lot. You could already see the wrinkles beginning to form on your forehead. Why wasn’t she listening to you? “I’m seeing someone,” you blurted out as the cash register popped open loudly and Wanda’s face went blank as she registered what you just said. “A girl. She’s nice.”
You weren’t sure if you just signed this girl’s death certificate.
You kept eye contact with the Sokovian and even when her face morphed into a cold fury you hadn’t seen since the civil war. Her expression was tight and it almost looked like she was trying to hold herself back.
“I see.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a moment, “I...I know this can’t be easy for you either. I know it must seem like last week that...well. You know. I just...that life is over, for me at least. I hope you can understand.”
Wanda was silent. She was being too silent. She didn’t say anything, she stood there watching you, and you were too nervous to say anything else or make the next move. Maybe, hopefully, Wanda wouldn’t even say anything else, just walk out. Resent you for the rest of her life. It was better that way.
Instead she walked around the register and your heart dropped to your stomach.
“Wanda-”
“Shut up,” she hissed, her hand whipping up to grab your jaw. Your hands shot up to her wrists and she dragged you forward, closer to her face. “Do you really think I’d let you give up on us this easily? That I’d let you whore yourself out to some girl off the street?”
You didn’t say anything but your glare said enough.
“I trained you so well. I spent years breaking you in, years loving you, and you treat me like this? Like I’m just some common bitch you can throw onto the street?” Wanda’s tone didn’t match her words. Her tone was soft, almost a coo, sounding more disappointed than angry. You almost wished she was more angry than disappointed.
Her lips were on yours again and her hand moved to the back of your head, her teeth biting down into your lips and you groaned at the sharp pain, giving her entrance back into your mouth.
A hand went down between your legs, rubbing, and you instinctively opened your legs. Your body remembered her. Remembered her scent. Everything.
Wanda hummed in approval and soon you were being pushed onto the counter. She broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at you, her hands beginning to rub the inside of your thighs. “Just one night,” she whispered, her expression already having smoothed out, as if that kiss, your touch, was all she needed. “One night with me and if you still want me to leave by the end of the night...well, I’ll leave you alone. Forever. Even if you change your mind. Even if you come crawling back, begging.”
You doubted her. Something in the back of your mind didn’t believe her. On anything. You were pretty sure she wanted you to beg. Your hands were shaking and you gulped. Everything about this reminded you of when you were last happy. Like you were back in the avengers tower where nothing was going wrong.
Her lips were on yours again and her hands soon began to pull at your skirt, ripping them off you with ease, to find nothing but your bare cunt for anyone to see. You jerked up when her hand slammed against it, slapping it. Once, twice, three times, four. “You dirty little whore,” she whispered, “you let anyone and everyone see this, didn’t you?” She slid a finger into your folds and your bottom lip trembled.
“Wanda…” you whispered, feeling your own walls beginning to crumble. Maybe one night wasn’t so bad. One night. One indulgence.
“It’s mine tonight,” Wanda confirmed before suddenly her hands were on your waist and flipped you around and your stomach slapped onto the desk, taking away your breath, leaving you gasping. “You said I didn’t know what happened. In the past five years. You’re right, I don’t, but you’re going to tell me. Tell me everything I missed. If you leave anything out, and I know when you do sweetheart, I’ll stop. Understand me?”
“Yes,” you breathed out as you felt her mouth in between your legs, her tongue lapping at your clit and your back arched as you tried to push more of yourself into her. Soon, it started spilling out. What you did the first few months, how you struggled to get out of bed, how you travelled the world. Therapy. Everything. Her tongue didn’t stop, in fact the more you spilt, her tongue sped up, making you wetter and wetter by the second. “I couldn’t get you out of my head,” you mumbled by the end of it, “I found her. She was everything you weren’t. Mundane. Boring.”
Your stomach was tightening, that tempting release building and building, so expertly brought on by the way Wanda devoured you, the way she breathed onto your throbbing clit, the way her tongue teased your gaping entrance. When you stopped, she pulled away and you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from cursing.
“Such a good little whore for me,” Wanda purred, her hand falling in between your slit to rub your clit and the moan that left your mouth sacrificed any and all self respect that you might have been clinging onto. “This is where you belong isn’t it? Bent over for mummy. I treat you so well, don’t I?”
Two fingers dipped into your already gaping entrance pushing them in and out. “I think you deserve a little reward,” Wanda hummed out, “for being so honest with mummy.”
You didn’t have much long to prepare before you felt a strap push into your entrance and you gasped in a sharp breath, your eyes bulging and your body pressed forward. Wanda didn’t push into you completely, only pushed the tip in and out, focussing on the one area.
In truth, that was worse than if she shoved into you completely. You were forced to focus on that one area, not get that relief if she were to push in deeper, and it was as if she was grabbing at every inch of your mind, forcing you to feel nothing but that tip dipping in and out of your body.
“Tell me…” she whispered, her hands coming onto your waist to grip them, nails digging into your skin, “tell me where you belong, baby girl. Who you belong to. Look at you, five years without me and you still get so wet for me. I go in so easily. Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to leave you again.”
“W-w-” you choked out and you took in a breath, trying to contain the moans slipping out of your mouth, “you said one–”
Her hand slammed down onto your bare ass and you jerked forward. Still, she didn’t go deeper, didn’t give you what you wanted. Still, you didn’t verbalise this. Your skin was stinging and your fingers reached up to hang onto the edge of the desk.
“Answer my question, don’t make me treat you like a common whore,” Wanda hissed, pulling out completely just to thrust back in, shoving more of the shaft inside of you, ripping your walls open, but then she pulled back to just the tip again.
Then the doorbell rang again and it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice cold water all over your body. Your vision was already blurring by this point but you could see her outline, the blonde hair, standing at the door.
Wanda slammed into you, bottoming out, and a scream shot out of your lips, whilst her hands were in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck was straining. She could see your face, see every expression you pulled as Wanda began to fuck you without restraint.
“If I were you,” Wanda’s voice broke through your moans and screams, icy cold and calm despite the way she was beginning to thrust inside of you, “I’d leave and never come back. If you knew what was good for you, you’d wipe my girl from everything. Phone, address, memories.”
You couldn’t hear what she said, you could hear her voice, but unlike Wanda, it was all a garbled mess. Even in this state, Wanda’s words were in absolute clarity. You watched her leave. The door clicked shut and you swore you could see red mist at the door, locking it.
Wanda bent over you, pressing down onto your back, lips pressing against your neck, sucking and nipping, her hips still pushing inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm that was tightening at the base of your stomach.
Then her movements slowed until she was completely still, her strap still inside of you, your walls wrapped around it, clinging to it.
“Much better, just us,” Wanda whispered as she nipped at your earlobe and you moaned. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? No, I couldn’t dream of letting you go, not when you’re such a good girl for me. I’ll take you with me and I’ll give you the life you want. A normal life, where no one will ever hurt you. You can read all you want. Forget the world outside. Just us two, together.”
“Mummy,” you whispered and you could feel her body vibrate as she hummed in approval. “Mummy, please.”
“Tell me where you belong,” she whispered back as she began to move her hips again.
“With you, mummy, under you. I missed you so much,” you whispered, “I belong to you. I always have.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know you did,” Wanda whispered before she stretched up and her hands went to your elbows, pulling you up from the table before she began to rail you. Sharp thrusts, slamming into you again and again, and tears began to burn the back of your eyes as pleasure began to roll through you. “You're going to cum for me like a good girl. Then you’re going to lie on this table to wait as I go pack your bags. You live above this, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, mummy,” you choked out as your orgasm was already threatening to flow through you. You could feel your own juices dripping down your thighs and you knew that your boss would be walking in to find an absolute mess.
“And then we’ll leave. Together.”
“Together.”
It wasn’t long until you felt like you were choking on your breath, your stomach twisting and churning, your legs trembling, and it was Wanda keeping you up. Otherwise, you would have collapsed onto the table, even the ground.
Soon, you felt it. Felt that blissful euphoria that often put you to sleep wash over you in intense waves that made your toes curl. Wanda was laughing, quietly, as she felt you come undone around her strap. “That’s it, baby girl, let it all go. Good little whore.”
She slid out of you with a pop and you groaned, the disappearing sensation already sorely missed. “Mummy, please, I still need you…” you mumbled, your words drowsy and reality was folding inwards around you as you felt your body hit the table again.
“I’ll be back, in just a moment,” Wanda whispered into your ear before her warmth disappeared and you could hear her moving through the store and up the creaky stairwell. Then your eyes slid open and you took in a deep breath as you began to move. Pushed off the desk, your legs sore and shaky but stable, and you looked for the skirt, long discarded. You knew you only had a small amount of time before she realised or, god forbid, heard you. Pulling the skirt up you grabbed only your wallet, didn’t even dare grab your phone and risk being tracked. You can get a burner if need be. You knew it’d be difficult, if she found you here, then she’d be able to find you wherever you went but...maybe she’ll give up.
You didn’t go through the front door, not with the bell, but there was a small door leading out to the back. Your footsteps were silent as could be, and your heart was beating in your chest. One wrong step and she could hear you. You could hear the banging doors, even her humming, but she didn’t stop.
Soon, you were in the back alley, with nothing but overflowing bins and a motorbike there. Yours. The only thing you kept from Stark. Faster than anything you could buy in a store. You hated riding with a skirt, let alone with these shoes, but what choice did you have?
You only had so much time to run.
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How your boyfriend is dealing with your phobia
Where did it came from? Idk, maybe that's because I have phobias and want to feel okay with them. To all people who has phobias, you're valid and I love you! 💘
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Peter Parker / Claustrophobia (fear of confined spaces)
When Peter got what you phobia was, he was always trying to stay away from any places that would cause you discomfort. You would even say, that he was acting like it was his phobia, not yours.
Whenever you would get stuck in some very small room, which seemed like an impossible thing with Peter, he would do anything to keep you calm. He would talk to you, hold you, hug you or do whatever you would told him to. Luckily he has his amazing skills, he most of the time would have no problem to open a door. After that, he would comfort you and assure you that you're safe.
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Steve Rogers / Agoraphobia (fear of public spaces or crowds)
Steve was never a person to judge, so when you told him about your phobia, he had no problem with accepting it and trying to help you as much as he could, even though it was hard.
Going out was hard. Everytime you would leave to get some fresh air, Steve would notice how anxious you and how you want to hide. He knew that whenever he was with you, he had to stay away from crowds, which wasn't easy since fans or journalists would always find a way to get to him.
Steve decided that when he would like to take you somewhere, he would look for a place when you would be alone or where would a small amount of people. It wasn't always working, but while you were alone, Steve would tell you how proud he is and how happy he's to be with you.
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Bucky Barnes / Hemophobia (fear of blood)
When Bucky found out that you were horrified by blood, he decided to make sure to be as carefully as he could be. When he would get hurt on mission, he would automatically go to the bathroom, so you couldn't see him.
When he would get hurt while doing something at home and would notice blood, he would immediately try to hide the part of him that was bleeding so he would scare you. Bucky after making sure he's okay, he was cleaning everything, so you wouldn't notice that something happened. When it came to you getting bleeding, it was a whole different story.
Whenever you would start bleeding out, Bucky you try to patch you up. It was easy, because you were shaking and you were anxious in general, but he was able to see that you try to cooperate. He would always tell you how proud he is of you for that. When everything was clean and you were calm, he would kiss and tell how much he loves you.
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Thor Odinson / Ombrophobia (fear of the rain)
Since Thor found out that rain terrified you, he was keeping you away from it as much as he could. You actually found it cute that whenever he saw the rain coming, he would plan an entire day at home for you, so you would have no time to think about what's going outside.
Whenever you would go outside and then would stop raining, Thor would use his power to keep rain away from you. He would keep you close to him and tell you how brave you are to even be with him at that weather. After going back home Thor would kiss and cuddle with you until you felt safe again.
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Loki Laufeyson / Nyctophobia (fear of the dark)
You were actually afraid of telling Loki about your phobia, since you were thinking that he would laught at this "childish thing." Loki of course was supportive and never laughed. He said that he would never laugh at you for having phobia.
Everything was fine until the night came, you were afraid of sleeping, because of the dark. Loki decided to use a spell so you could fall asleep way easier than you normally do. He was also using his magic tricks to create a small amount of light, so you could fall asleep on your own. He was patiently waiting for to fall asleep before he was going to sleep.
Sometimes there were a sleepless night for Loki, since he was keeping the light all night and would sleep at the day. You were apologizing for that, but Loki was telling that it's okay and he'll be fine.
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