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Gods and Their Necklaces (Pt2)

Summary:After your realm was discovered, attacks from other planets and foreigners have become common. Your King and Queen, also your parents as the Princess, have asked Asgard if their mightiest warrior, named Thor Odinson, would be able to protect the realm, with a heavy payment in the end.

Parings: Thor (Post Ragnarok) x Reader (Mentions of Y/N), (Kinda bratty and not so grateful)

Warnings:Language, size difference (Non-Sexual),pet names, light fingering, implied forced marriage, there will be individual warnings per chapter, I plan on making this a dark one. If you don’t like non con, don’t get attached to this unless you like cliffhangers. (My English can be kinda bad, I didn’t proofread) It’ll get more serious next chapter.

Word Count: 2963

Pet names: Fawn, little fawn, princess, darling, love.

Note: I have a friend who creates a little picture of the outfits I put together for Y/N, I really only have that added because I know not everyone can easily decide on an outfit, and it helps with the picture.

The outfits all have a link that you can click/tap, it will take you to @sebastianbeanz page, where he's posted the outfits I've described so far if you wanna take a look.

I can’t take it anymore.

You thought to yourself, sitting on the edge of your royal bed with your elbows on your knees and your forearms crossed as you stared at the nothingness on the wall in front of you.

Since Thor has been in your life, everything has been torturous. You can barely leave the castle, you have no choice on what you wear, you’re not able to make simple decisions anymore. Last week you tried asking some of the castle maids for some lemon biscuits only for Thor to request ‘apple crisp cookies,’ then your order didn’t matter at all, and was completely forgotten about.

But just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse…

“Good morning my fawn.” You internally groan as you hear his voice in your room and your face immediately falls into your hands.

“Good morning.” You pause, a long exaggerated sigh leaves your lips. “Thor.”

“I’ve chosen a nice dress for you today, I thought it was be nice to go to the market, maybe purchase a few trinkets before I show you my home when the barrier is finished.” He approaches your bed and when his heavy footsteps are right next to you, you uncover your face to see his hand outstretched with some lavender milk tea in a royal glass cup. The only good thing he’s done for you is make tea…

“Thank you.” You grumble, taking the cold tea and sipping from it.

“Of course, so the market?”

“Depends. The dress?”

“Well I’ve made sure to choose one that is to your preferences. Not so flowy, doesn’t attract too much attention, and it's short since it’s hot out.” When you turn your head to look at him. He has this stupid smile on his face like he’s begging for your approval, which he is. Then your eyes drift to his, there isn’t a hint of anything but happiness in them and sometimes it makes you think that your impending doom might not be that bad. He cares for you, he makes you feel safe, and he makes the best tea. And that smile?

No.

You hate him, he’s practically buying you by scaring people (Or aliens) out of your realm.

“Would you like to see it or would you rather sit in bed all day and stare at me.” Shit.

“Sorry! I’m sorry.” You could feel your face heat up when you realise you’ve started a staring contest. “Yes I’d love to see the dress.” Another stupid smile came up on his lips and yet another contest was about to start, but your saviours came into the room with your new little summer dress. No. Dresses?

“I thought you’d like to choose the colour as well.” He grunts a little as he stands, pushing himself up with his hands on his thighs as he stands near the three maids who were working on lying out the dresses, all three with the same exact design, only a different colour. One was lavender, one was a pastel sort of pink, and the last one was a beautiful sky blue.

“No red this time..?” you questioned as your eyes darted between the three dresses. Normally if he let you choose anything through colours, there would be three different shades of red, not three completely different colours.

“You said you weren’t fond of the colour red.”

I’d be fond of it if it wasn’t your capes entire mood.

“Well thank you.” You say awkwardly, standing up from the bed with your drink still cupped in your hands.

All three dresses were short. You don’t expect them to pass your knee, and they’d barely reach the half point on your thighs. One thing is for sure, if you dropped something you’d be giving everyone a show. As if the thighs weren't enough skin, each of them were also off shoulder and they had a simple, barely noticeable flower design in the fabric.

“They’re beautiful, I can’t choose.” You say finally.

“Maybe I can suggest my favourite?” As you nod, he walks to the maid in the middle who was holding the blue one, vibrancy would be your thing today. “That’s all we’ll need help with here ladies, thank you for bringing the dresses.” He gives the maids a charming smile before they leave the room, leaving behind the blue dress, a cute blue tiara, and… Sneakers? That’s not royal, not at all.

Apparently he could see the confusion all over your face. “I uh…” He grabbed the sneakers which had white socks tucked inside of them and he placed them on the bed. “I thought you’d want to be comfortable while walking in the market today.”

You bitch? No that’s sweet, why am I getting mad?

“Thank you.” Thank you? “That’s actually very considerate of you, thank you Thor.” That's better. Why am I freaking out? Oh yea. He told my maids who dress me everyday out of my room.

“Well now then, don’t be shy.” He approaches you, gently brushing some of your messy hair behind your ear. Fucking butterflies. “Find me your brush, I’d like to do your hair as well.” Oh fuck my life. Without a word, you cautiously step towards your bathroom which is connected to your room, and you find your pink hairbrush, then you walk back into your room and hand it to him as he asked.

“Can’t my-” Your voice cracks, and you force yourself to clear your throat. “Can’t my maids dress me.”

“Oh of course they can, little fawn.” He grabs your chair which was at your makeup table, and he pulls it out, swaying his hand to tell you to take a seat, which you do. “How about a simple ponytail, or just a messy bun?” He asks, starting to grab sections of your thick hair, brushing through it gently so he’s careful not to pull it.

“Just a ponytail should do I suppose.” You fight to keep your voice even, not wanting to be rude.

“Ponytail it is darling.” He repeats, continuing to gently brush tangles out of your hair and then he takes a blue hair tie to match your dress as he gently pulls your hair into a high ponytail, leaving two small strands of bangs in your face. Fuck you mom.

As his hands skillfully brought your hair into the ponytail, his fingers gently brushed against the back of your neck and you couldn’t help but feel lightheaded. “There we are.” He places his hands on your shoulders and you look at eachother in the mirror for a moment. “I can’t wait to make you mine…” He leans down, whispering in your ear, then he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, causing your lips to involuntarily part, and you could just feel him smirking against your skin before he pulls back and grabs your dress. “Come on, let’s get you out of those night clothes, and into this dress.” He gently sets the dress on the bed and helps you stand before grabbing the end of your cropped night shirt and pulling it over your head without warning.

“Thor-!” You quickly bring your arms around your chest, you normally don’t wear a bra at night since it’s uncomfortable, and now you were worried about him removing your shorts which had no damned panties under them.

“What? Get used to it, I’ll be seeing a lot more in about a week.” He then grabs hold of your the band on your shorts and is about to pull them down, but you quickly bring one of your arms down to hold them up.

“Thor!” You repeat, and he simply laughs at you.

“You should see your face right now, I wouldn’t have to choose a red dress if your face was like that all the time.”

“My face wouldn’t be red if you’d respect my boundaries.”

“You wouldn’t have to have boundaries if you’d accept your future.”

“You wouldn’t be in my future if my father had boundaries, what is with you two and disrespecting them.”

“How about we move past this and you let me dress you? Please move your hands now, fawn.”

“Make me.” Oh shit. “Wait!” The hand that was only still holding your shorts up shoots up to his chest as he quickly steps closer to you and you plastered on a sweet smile and you chuckle a little.

“Let me take them off, and move your hands.” He demands, leaving no room for argument.

“Fine.” You say reluctantly, moving your hands away from your chest, leaving you exposed to his suddenly hungry eyes.

“That’s my girl.” He says softly, his large hands hover over your waist, and your entire body shivers. “Stay still.” His hands now move to your shorts, pulling them down slowly as if to tease you as his body is almost flush against yours, any closer and you two would merge together. “No bra… No panties…” He whispers in your ear, his rough voice causing your eyes to roll a little. “Such a naughty princess…” Theres a growl in his throat, and you know its taking all of him to hold back his own emotions, all of him to not fuck you against the cold wall that was already touching your back, but you never expected a whole new wave of feelings to wash through you as he actually removes your shorts, dropping them to the ground and he helps you step out of them before throwing them to the side, and you’re relieved when his eyes weren’t eating in your appearance and he instead helped you get into your dress. “How does that fit so far?” He mumbles.

“Fine.” your voice is small, and you choke a little on your words.

“Turn around my love.” He steps back, making a circular motion with his finger, and you obediently turn around, allowing him to tie the lace on the back of the dress.

“Sh- Thor…” You say quietly as his hands fall onto your waist and he pulls your back against his front, you ass cushioning his hard erection which you could feel through his pants.

“Yes my fawn, is there a problem?” He taunts, his hands making their way under your dress and up your thighs, and when you look up from his wandering hands, his eyes look back at you through the mirror. “Your skin is so soft…” He whispers into your ear, and you groan a little, but really it was a cover for the moan that would’ve escaped your lips from his hand making its way between your thighs. “You smell so sweet…” He leans down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “If you’d like… we could always pass on the market.” He offers, his index fingers now tracing its way up to where your body needed him most, and he knows you want it when your jaw goes slack and mouth opens just slightly. “We could see just how sweet you really are.” He finished, pressing kisses to your neck, causing you to whimper a little, and that’s all he would get.

“I actually wanted to show you something at the market now that you mention it.” you keep your voice even, and his little hand show freezes.

“If you insist.” He looks into your eyes through the mirror, and you could see the impatience in his own eyes. “Eventually though…” He whispers in your ear again, and the tips of his fingers trace a line from your lower stomach to your sternum, the little blue dress falling back over your skin and covering you again as his hand gets higher.

“Well.” He suddenly says loudly, “Let’s get going then.” You reach into your drawer as he makes his way to your door. “Oh you won’t be needing those.” He gently stops your hand. “Not until I’m leaking between your thighs and we need them to keep from a mess.”

You’re absolutely done. Frozen in place. Teeth clenched shut tight and you physically can’t move.

“Unless you’d like to change that really quick, then maybe I’ll consider letting you wear them.” He closes the drawer and you cross your arms back over your chest. “No? That’s too bad.” He smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Then let's get going darling.” He takes your hand and pulls you forward before placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of your room.

“Thor!”

“Good morning sir Odinson!”

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good day today isn’t it Thor!”

Thor, Thor, Thor, Thor, Thor. If I hear his name one more goddamn time today.

“How’s it going Thor?”

“Wonderful Mr. Winters, and yourself?” You were starting to believe you were the only one who hated having Thor in your realm.

“I’m doing absolutely splendid myself sir, would you two like a cookie or biscuit? My pleasure.” Mr. Winters, the baker in the realm that everyone goes to, and he provides to everyone as well. He’s frail, and he’s friendly, his white hair has done him no justice but he’s gotten tired of dying it, now only colouring it on certain occasions.

“Oh we’d love one of each, a cookie for this lovely lady and a biscuit for myself.” Oh so now you like biscuits?

“Of course.” He opens the little basket full of treats and he hands you a snickerdoodle cookie, your favourite, and he hands Thor a vanilla biscuit, Mr. Winter's favourite which quickly became Thor's favourite.

“Thank you, we appreciate it, don’t we princess Y/N?” He nudges you a little.

“Of course, thank you Mr. Winters, it’s exactly what I’ve needed.” You smile sweetly, taking a small bite out of the cookie as the two men speak for a minute and then wish each other a good day, followed by his large hand snaking its way around your waist, and for some dumbass reason, you lean against him as you walk, which only made him hold you closer throughout the entire walk through the market.

“Look at that.” He says as you reach your room again. “We’ve just enough time to relax together before the rooms close.” He sets a small bag of things from the market on your table and then he faces you again, stepping towards you to cup your small face in his large hands. “What shall we do then?” And more fucking butterflies. This dude is no God of Thunder, clearly he’s got magic for women. No matter how much you hate him, you can’t find the strength to hate his touch. Maybe I don’t hate him. You think as you take a single step closer to him, causing a smirk to appear on his lips. “Just let me make you feel good Fawn… you could always pay me back later.” He gently takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, then forces you to look up at him. “I know you want me to touch you.” He mumbles, his fingers tracing your jawline, moving down to the pulse on your neck, your collar bone, down the centre of your chest, then back up to your neck.

“No.” Is all that comes from your mouth, and you see his chest huff a little as he laughs at your quick response.

“No?” He repeats, stepping closer, your bodies once again, almost flush against each other. “My, my, are you stubborn…” He chuckles a little again, his eyes lightening up and you feel his large palms trailing up your sides, lifting your dress over your hips, then his hands reach behind you, removing the lace from your dress. “Stop me then.” He threatens, whispering in your ear as he removes the dress, and you try to back away but he just holds you to the wall, completely exposed.

“Thor…” You say calmly, hoping he would simply stop, but he’s not a simple man and you knew that.

“Just stay quiet, and let us both enjoy this.”

“Thor…” Your voice gets more high pitched as he takes the back of one of your knees and he lifts it to his waist, the cool air making you wince as it waves over your heat.

“Shhh…” He holds your leg up, and his other hand finds its way between your bodies as he lifts you slightly, your toes barely touching the ground.

“Thor let go of me.” Your voice cracks and your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but he doesn’t budge.

“Make me…” He growls as his finger finds your clit and he wastes no time in putting his work into it. Not even seconds later, his middle finger was reaching further, and as you feel his finger enter your tight heat, a broken moan escapes your lip. “Fuck…” He groans. “You’re so fucking tight fawn… Can barely take a finger…” He taunts as he starts to slowly thrust his finger inside of you, the side of his thumb and his palm roughly moving against your clit as he draws elicit moans and whimpers from your throat. “But I suppose since you don’t want it…” You fuck. He slowly draws his hand away from your entrance. “I guess you’ll just have to wait until you're mine, won’t you?” He smiles and you want to smack that damn look off his face. What am I thinking? I want nothing to do with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my little fawn, sleep well.” He leans forward, letting your leg go down, and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then he turns around and leaves your room, leaving you standing there, frozen, not able to move.

I don’t think this could possibly get any worse, could it?

#marvel #marvel smut #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #thor #thor odinson #smut

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Gods and Their Necklaces (Pt1)

Parings: Thor (Post Ragnarok) x Reader (Mentions of Y/N), (Kinda bratty and not so grateful)

Warnings: Choking, language, size difference (non-sexual), reader has small eating portions, anxiety attack if you pay attention, implied forced marriage, there will be individual warnings per chapter, I plan on making this a dark one. If you don’t like non con, don’t get attached to this Chapter unless you like cliffhangers. (My English can be kind of bad)

Pet names: Good girl, fawn, princess, little girl, little princess.

Word Count: 3487

You stood still as some of the castle maids dressed you for the occasion.

Your realm had been hidden for years, all it took was a small space battle to accidentally dent your invisible barrier, and then came the bigger problems.

Space wars to calm the realm, attacks frequently on the King and Queen, and within the first week someone almost got their hands on you, claiming they wouldn’t be returning you until the kingdom was given up, their mistake was your mother and father sucked at negotiating, which was reasonable since they’ve never had to interact with any other realms.

Even though your realm has been isolated from everyone else, Asgard was still a loyal companion and your realm would send out secret guards to help aid in any wars, not that there were many in the past few years.

But here you were, getting dressed into this pink, flowy gown. The pastel pink gown had a short tail, and it came all the way down to your matching pink heels, and your shoulders were completely bare to the cool air of the castle.

After they were done with the lace on the back of the beautiful dress, a pearl necklace with a quartz bead in the middle was draped around your neck, completing the look.

Standing in front of your golden mirror, you fixed the necklace so the hanging quartz was centred on your throat, then with an exhausted sigh, you turned to see the maids smiling and waiting for your approval on your outfit. “It's perfect.” You assured them, allowing them to leave and soon after you followed them, only leaving their track to make way to your throne.

“There is my beautiful daughter!” Your fathers voice boomed through the large room, echoing for a moment as he walked quickly over to you, wrapping his arms around you, then pulling back a little to rest his hands on your shoulders. “You look amazing, do you like your dress? I had specifically asked for it to be coloured rose gold, figured it would be more elegant, and it would seem I was correct!” I let out a heartfelt chuckle as he took your hand gently in his and twirled you in place, admiring the way your dress flowed.

“Now didn’t I tell you to get her a red dress?” Your step mother, breaking the bond you were having with your father in the moment. “I’ve told you, red would match the cape that Odin's son wears on his back.” She rushed over to you on her heels, pushing your bangs behind your ears and claiming how it only makes you look lazy and underdressed when there’s hair in your face. “I suppose you can always wear red tomorrow.” She holds your face in her skinny hands, her long painted nails touching your skin and making you want to groan on the floor. I’m not a baby.

“Well regardless of the colour, she looks elegant nonetheless.” Your father protests, his voice daring your step-mother to continue arguing. “The guests will be here any second now, so let's take our seats girls.” Then he leaves you two, your step-mother following him a second later to your thrones.

Some short minutes later, some of the castle guards moved aside from the large gate of the castle, allowing an Asgardian army to enter into parallel lines. In the centre were three men. The one in the middle was old, you assumed he was Odin since he was definitely the oldest among them, and the first thing you noticed was his eyepatch. To the right of Odin was a younger man. He was dressed in green and black and he had long slick black hair, he was rather handsome, and you wondered if his horned crown was made of gold.

Then there was the man who was being paid to protect this realm. He had short blonde hair and he was particularly larger than the other two. He was wearing a black armour that had no protection on the arms,and it had red paint in some areas, along with the armour was two braces on his arm, and a leather strap that went from his left shoulder to his hip and around his waist, which was adorned with a simple medallion.

You all stood at once. “Your Majesty, king of Asgard, I am King Ivan, ruler of Axothae, realm of the Axothans. It is an honour for you to make my lands acquaintance.” Your father paused. “Please, allow me to introduce my Queen. Queen Catherine.” He swayed his hand out to your step mother and she curtseyed Odin, then spoke again. “Your majesty, allow me to also introduce my beloved daughter, Princess Y/N. She is a true gem and brings great joy to our kingdom.” He made the same movements with his hand, allowing you to also curtsy.

Your father finished introducing the kingdom, and then Odin introduced himself and his two sons. One named Loki, the dark haired one, the other was named Thor, he was the one who would be staying for a while. After the introductions, your father stepped down off the stage for the thrones and approached Odin with respect, your step-mother and you staying behind, still standing in front of your thrones.

“So, my only daughter here, Princess Y/N…” He turns and faces you. “Will be the reward for your son, Prince Thor, for protecting the realm” He says lowly, hoping you won’t hear him, but by God you did and- What. The. Fuck.

He was giving you to another kingdom like you were some trash he could just get rid of.

The entire castle was silent, not a single sound was heard as everyone looked over to you, your mouth was now hanging open slightly and the red that was on your cheeks was becoming more prominent, suiting your rose gold dress. You weren’t sure what to say or do, so all you could do was stand there, fighting the urge to run.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to curtsy and thank him.” Your step-mother says, leaning closer to you and pulling you out of your space.

“Curtsy… him?” You mumble, the guards and every other person staring you down on all sides of the room.

“Yes, curtsy, like you did when we were introduced? They are waiting.” She says the last few words with annoyance.

You could feel your muscles tightening as all eyes were on you, and you felt like you were melting. That was enough of a hint from your body to leave the room before you had a breathing attack.

Without a word, you turned and walked down the steps of the thrones stage, lifting your dress to keep from tripping as you speed away into one of the tailor rooms that was nearby, slamming and locking the door behind you.

“Looks like someones a little nervous.” Loki speaks finally, more of a mumble.

“No, oh heavens no, she’s just upset. You know with all the attacks and pressure that has been happening, she’s been rather upset. Please your majesty, excuse my daughter, I’ll have a word with her later.”

“That would be nice, I would like my son Thor to introduce himself to your daughter soon…” Odin claims, his voice dragged with disappointment, he was clearly feeling disrespected.

“Darling?” You could see your fathers hand pressed to the door and he walks calmly into your room. “That wasn’t very kind of you… His son is here to protect our kingdom and you couldn’t even-”

“Father, you're basically putting me up for sale here! I did not agree to this!”

“Princesses don’t get to decide whom they are wedded to.”

“It’s not about deciding, it’s about letting me know beforehand! I wasn’t aware you were setting up a marriage!”

“Lower your tone with me girl.” Your father approached your bed where you were removing your necklaces, your eyes and nose were red from crying.

“Don’t tell me what to do when you can’t even be fair with your own daughter-!”

SLAP!

Your face stung and the skin on your cheek heated up where his hand had slapped your face, and finally you had shut your mouth.

“You will do as I say, Y/N. We are having a formal dinner tonight in order to thank them for their kindness, and I expect you to be at your best behaviour. The maids will dress you appropriately for the occasion in a fine Asgardian gown. Is that understood?” He declares, he leaves absolutely no room for you to argue or answer as he turns around and leaves you in your room with your thoughts and red handprint on your cheek.

You were required to wear a dress that was a gift from Asgard. Although, with as much as you wanted to throw a tantrum and argue, you couldn’t disagree that it was a beautiful asgardian dress.

It had a red silk cape of course, and the dress perfectly rounded on the floor around your feet. There were no sleeves, and instead to hold up the front there was a silk fabric adorned with golden chains and beautiful pearls. You were sure that wearing it would at least allow Odin and his sons to forgive you for your disrespectful exit earlier.

“Would you look at that? You look amazing in red as well.” Your father boasts as you enter the banquet hall, everyone is standing around, already dressed and ready to feast.

The hall is adorned with elegant decorations and soft candlelight to set the calm mood. There’s a long, beautifully set table with the kingdom's finest plating, and luxurious linens were draped in their given areas. The guests were all dressed in their most regal attire.

“Let’s all sit and enjoy the rest of our nights shall we then?” Your father chuckles a little, and you find your nametag on the long table, you were seated between Thor and Loki, the two princes. You couldn’t help but immediately notice how well the blonde's posture was compared to Loki who slouched back and crossed his arms over his chest, whilst Thor was even kind enough to pull your chair out for you.

Moments passed of you keeping to yourself, not daring to say a single word along with Loki who clearly wasn’t interested in the occasion. “Oh and here’s our food!” Your step-mother sits up happily next to your father and she glides her hands over her silverware and plate as multiple chefs come out with steaming hot meals, some of them dressed in your kingdoms attire, others were dressed in Asgardian attire, which was almost the same but again, it was decorated in gold and precious jewels.

“You look wonderful…” You flinch a little as Thor suddenly speaks into your ear, making sure no one could hear him since it was a custom to not speak when the food is being brought out.

“Thank you…” You whisper back, feeling a little more confident in your dress.

The covers from the food were lifted and the banquet hall was filled with all kinds of smells. At first you could smell the familiar scent of roast beef and other simple dishes, which was quickly replaced by the smells of family recipes from both of your kingdoms.

As usual, everyone was handed a plate in front of them with food that the chefs knew each individual liked, and the food in the middle was for anyone who was still hungry after everyone else had finished their first meal. Everyone's plates were full of pastas, meats, and a variety of vegetables. Your plate on the other hand, seemed more empty. There was a small portion of meat, and some mixed vegetables. Luckily you weren’t given any awkward looks.

The hall is filled with lively discussions about anything from happy stories to boring politics. You haven’t said a single word since everyone started digging in, but as you lift your glass of wine and twirl the liquids inside, Thor finally speaks to you quietly again.

“Are you alright?” He gets closer to you, making sure your parents couldn’t hear his concern.

“I’m fine, why?”

“There’s not much on your plate. Parents have you on a diet?”

“No, I choose not to eat much.”

“Do you not like to conversate at the table?”

“I don’t like to conversate with strangers.” You snap a little, finally looking him in the eyes, your wine glass still in your hands on your lap, and you circle the rim of the glass with your index finger as you wait for him to respond again. Then suddenly he drops his right hand under the table and you think he’s about to touch you and you’re ready to scream, but he only gently takes the glass of wine out of your hands, then he brings it to his lips and drinks about half of it. What the actual fuck is going on?

“Little girls like you don’t need alcohol.” He says as he sets the empty wine glass back in its appropriate place. “I’d prefer if this little princess was drinking water.” He keeps his voice quiet so no one can hear the conversation, not even his brother right next to you.

“I’m not a little girl-”

“Then stop acting like one.” He cuts you off, finishing his sentence with a mocking smile, he knows you won’t act up, it’ll only make the kingdom look bad…

Weeks pass by like hours in a day and the shield around the realm is making progress. Upon the news of hearing that ‘The almighty Thor Odinson, God of Thunder, and son of Odin of Asgard’ was protecting the realm, there were many less attacks towards the throne, no one dared to cross his path with a bad intent, and he always made sure to keep an eye on you, maybe even a little too much…

“There you are.” You could only scream in your head as you heard his voice again from behind you. “Let’s get back shall we, I’d rather not have to carry you this time Princess.” You lower your bow and turn around to face him, recalling the last time he had to carry you out of the woods and back to the castle.

The sun is setting but it’s still shining brightly behind him, casting a shadow on you through his large frame, making you look smaller, and as he stepped forward, the crunch of leaves and small twigs sounded under his heavy boots and you could see he was holding Mjolnir. He looked down at you, his blue eyes seemed to burn into yours like cool fire, and his hair had grown some bit since he first showed up.

“Or you could leave me be and let me practise.” You cocked your hip out a little and held your bow in your left hand in order to show him what you were doing.

“You can practise your shooting again when your engineers have repaired the barrier, until then it is my duty to make sure your parents are safe, and that you’re my main priority.”

“I’m not your main priority.” You sneer, turning back away from him and reloading your bow.

“Considering you’re my payment, you are absolutely my main priority whether you like it or not.” You flinch a little when you hear his footsteps through the leaves again, and you know he's right behind you when you hear some of the snow on the floor crunch directly behind you. “Don’t make me ask you twice.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you lower your bow and his hot breath is felt on your ear, while his left hand rests gently on the hip of your warm dress, making you grip the bow a little tighter in your palm. “You know I’ll fight back.” You turn your head slightly, your noses touching as you do, causing you to lean your head back a little.

“And you know I’ll win.” His grip on your waist tightens a little as he fans his lips over yours. “So either you follow behind me and behave like the good little fawn you are, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and make you regret it.”

The lower octave in his voice makes your stomach tighten, and your throat feels full of rocks as you two stare into each other's eyes, waiting for your response. His body slightly crouched down in order to barely match your height.

“Well? What’ll it be then?”

You shiver a little, his lips were still ghosting over yours.

“Make me.” You mumble, you know he doesn’t mind carrying you, and you know he’d end up punishing you for every wrong you’ve made as soon as he claims you, but until then, you plan on torturing him as much as you can.

“So be it.” Was all he said as he bent down and took hold of your knees, picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder.

“Let me down!” You shout, banging your fists on his large back and kicking your feet wildly in the air. “Let me down! Let me down! Let me down!!” You repeat, still drumming on his back but you assume he’s finding your little tantrum hysterical. “If you don’t let me down, I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what? You’ll keep screaming for help? Tell you what, if you allow me to prove my point on how dangerous it is for you to come out this far, then I’ll let you go.” He grunts as he lets you off his shoulder holding you still by your shoulders.

“That’s it?”

“Yes. And if I’m right, then you’re not allowed to come here again without my permission.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’ll leave the realm without another word.”

Well that’s just a done deal.

“Sounds like a good deal.” You say stupidly, bending your neck to look up at him. “But how exactly are you going to prove it?”

“Well we’re gonna see just how good of a fighter you really are, see if you’d really be able to defend yourself as you claim you’re able to.”

“Alright, let's do it.” You say confidently. This is gonna be so e-

In the snap of a moment, your back is flat against a tree and your feet are off the ground as you’re eye level with Thor. You feel something around your throat, his hand, and his entire hand was just engulfing your throat as he held you up as if you were weightless.

“Now don’t give up so easily, I’d love to see how well a princess can fight a God.” He mocks you, but there’s no humour in his voice. Was he actually pissed at you? “Well?” He raised his voice impatiently, his grip on your throat tightening.

You finally try to fight back, your grip that was on his wrists as he held onto your throat moves and you reach to claw at his forearm and to kick at his stomach, but before you can even land a single kick his grip on your throat tightens so much that you were surprised you could breathe and your neck hasn’t snapped.

You choked, gasping for air as he stood there waiting for you to prove yourself, but it was pointless, and you only lost another bet against him, you’ll never be allowed this far in the woods again.

“That’s what I thought, fawn.” He says finally, releasing your neck when your lips were numb and your face started changing colour, causing you to fall to your knees in front of him, gasping for air on your hands and knees, you could just feel his eyes on you as you caught your breath and sat back on your heels, looking up to see him, as you expected, both of his arms to his sides and his special hammer in one of his hands. “So, no more coming out here alone.” He reminds you, stepping closer to you and offering you his hand to stand, which you reluctantly take. “Good girl.” He coos as he lifts you. He was slowly taming you, and you were kind of enjoying it. “Now come, let’s get you back.”

He holds onto your hand and you’ve gotten used to how his hand swallows yours, but you really don’t mind.

“Soon enough, you won’t ever speak to me that way again, I don’t care how long it takes, you’re only making it more fun for me when you fight me.” He explains to you. “And you’ll make it easier if you don’t. I’m winning either way.” He lets go of your hand and reaches behind you, placing his large hand on your lower back at first before wrapping his arm around your waist as you two walked back to the castle.

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What the Fuck is That? - Squish-Mallow

Summary: With Wade Wilson as your bodyguard, you don’t have a lot of freedom. Or rather you would if he didn’t get jealous over nothing so easily.

Parings: Wade Wilson x Reader (Mentions of Y/N)

Warnings: Not many. Jealousy, insecurity, talk of murder and sex trafficking (To make a point), joke relating to Epstien island, I know that’s offensive to some people, and foul language.

Word Count: 3376 (English isn’t my best language, mind me)

I might make a pt.2

You crept slowly into the kitchen in the compound to eavesdrop into the conversation your father was having with some unknown stranger in a red suit.

“I’ll pay you based on work and based on how she describes her time with you, not by hours or contract.” You had heard your father speaking, quietly as if not to wake you. “She won’t be happy about you following her around, she doesn’t trust many strangers, so try to be her friend while you protect her.” You stepped a little closer, still crouched behind the counter top, trying to get a glimpse of the man in the red leather suit.

“And you said she can be trouble? How so? She’s like 12.”

“Not like. She IS 12. But she has powers she’s not the best at controlling, and she has some anger issues. And just like she has trouble trusting people, she gets really anxious around new people.”

“So I’ll be babysitting an angry, red hot, powerful 12 year old girl.”

“Not babysitting, I’m hiring you to protect her, as a bodyguard, I don’t want to see her with even a paper cut.”

“Dad?” Your small, 12 year old girly voice was boosted with sleep as you peeked over the corner of the counter top. You stood there dressed in your cozy Captain America pajamas, and a small hulk plushie in your arms.

“Hey jellybean, you’re supposed to be in bed.” Your father approached you tiredly, setting a small glass of what looked like apple juice down on the countertop.

Your father has always protected you from everything. From the word alcohol, all the way up to the murderers and sex traffickers in the world.

“Who’s he? His suit looks like Peters.” You remember watching your dad design every spiderman costume, he was only 3 years older than you, and he treated you like a brother.

Your father sighed.

“This is Wade Wilson, I’m hiring him to protect you while I’m gone for the next month or so.” You had stared as ‘Wade’ removed his mask, underneath that mask was an older man. His hair was a light brown to match his eyes, but his hair was almost gray, his age peeking through slightly, but yet he still looked young.

“Hey there Y/N.” He waves to you slowly, clearly not wanting to alarm you. It was true, you hated new people and only ever trusted your father.

“I’ll be leaving now. So Wade, if you’ll escort her back to bed that would be great, I need to get a few things together.”

Yeah, you hated new people, but this guy he seemed… Cool.

“Alright, little Ms. Stark, let's get you to bed.” He said as he lifted you into his arms, then carefully took you back to your room.

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Now after being watched over by him for years you’ve gotten used to seeing him at the compound.

He’s sorta become somewhat of a brother to you than a bodyguard, sometimes when he wasn’t on a contract to watch you he’d take you out for ice cream, or even drive you downtown to just do some friendly shopping.

You’re 16 now, you’ve always wanted to convince your father that ‘I’m too old to be babysat, I can take care of myself, I was raised by assassins!’ You had said, hinting towards Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. He knows you have immaculate fighting skills, and you’ve always had a great aim, sometimes even startling Clint with your eyes.

But you also loved being around Wade. He’s always brought a smile to your face or helped you laugh during hard days.

Sometimes you’ve even felt yourself a little too drawn from him. He was practically your only friend ever since Peter went off to college with Ned and MJ.

“Look who’s awake.” Your father was in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. You were sure he was up all night based on his groggy hair and dirty hands.

“Good morning to you too.” You laughed a little as you speaked, feeling bad for his lack of sleep, but you knew his work has always been his priority. Even after knowing and living with him for all your life, sometimes you felt like you didn’t even know your dad.

“Good morning Jellybean.” He put his coffee down for a moment, drawing you closer with his right arm to envelop you in a tight hug, then he pressed a loving kiss onto your temple, ruffling his fingers through your hair for a moment before releasing you.

“I’m going to Europe early.”

It was if he threw those words at you.

“I thought you weren’t leaving until next week.”

“It was supposed to be next week, but they’re telling me they need my ‘expertise’ urgently. So I’m leaving in an hour, Wade is on his way right now.”

Wade.

“Okay, well… I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too Y/N, I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

He brought you into another hug, this time more tight and thoughtful than the last, it made you think that maybe he didn’t even want to go on this work trip…

“There’s my little criminal war case, just like I left her.” Wades’ voice fills the compound as he makes his way in, his eyes almost immediately landing on you, laying face down on the floor in front of the TV with a pillow under your chin and your phone in your hands, but as soon as you see him, you drop everything and get to your feet, ready to throw a hug around his neck.

“Woah there tiger!” He laughs as your arms wrap around his neck, and he drops his bag to the floor to wrap his arms around your waist, holding onto you as he twirls a little with you in his arms.

“Hey red!” You laugh, joy in your eyes as he hold onto you. “What’re we doing first??? Roller skating? Pumpkin patch maybe? Oh! Or maybe-”

“Shhhh…” He pressed his index finger to your lips, hushing you. “Were not going to either of those and we’re not going to whatever the third one was either unless it was a strip club, then I’ll happily oblige to your wishes.”

You make a pouty face, you really wanted to go to the pumpkin patch. You go every year with him.

“No honey today…” He puts you down finally, pausing mid sentence and placing his hands on either side of your face. “We’re going to the fair, there's a pumpkin patch there that we can go to.”

You process what he says. You had a date with a boy to go to the fair today alone, then your dad had a change of plans.

“That’s awesome! Really!?” You shout, excitement running through your body as you realise you might be able to un-cancel your date.

“Yes really, I already got the tickets online, but I’ll have to drop you off, run a quick errand, then I’ll be there again and we can go looking for pumpkins.”

“My bodyguard is gonna leave me alone in a fair filled with people I’ve never seen before in my life?” You joke.

“Well if you’d like to go to the DMV with me, then I’m not holding you back.”

“No thank you.” You make a sickened face, making him laugh a little.

“Go put on some warm clothes, we're leaving in-” He lifts up his right arm as if to check his watch, and you giggle to yourself when you realise he doesn’t even have a watch. “Probably about 10 minutes. I could be wrong, my watch is a little off.”

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“Here we are.” Wade pulls up to the fair at the entrance so you don’t have to walk through the parking lot. “I'll see you in about an hour, don’t do anything stupid, your father will hang me for it and if he can’t find me he’ll put a billion dollar bounty on my head.” He sighs, clearly not the biggest fan of leaving you alone, but he had work to do. “And if that doesn’t work? Well then that widow of his?” You look at him sitting in the driver's seat. He brings his hand up to his temple and makes a gun shape out of his fingers, popping his lips to make some cartoon shooting sound.

“Yea I get the idea, you won’t die regardless.” You laugh, kissing his cheek before stepping out of the vehicle, one you didn’t even know he owned until tonight.

“See you in a little Y/N, behave!” He yelled one last time through the window that was already halfway rolled up. As he drove away in the black sports car, you took a look at the licence plate on the back that read ‘FR4NCl5,’ thinking nothing of it other than his poor sense of humour.

“Hey, look who it is.” Harry approached you as soon as he saw you, reaching his arms out to bring you into a loose hug.

“Hey Harry, sorry I’m late, my babysitter drives super slow.” You think back on the highway that leads to the fair, he was doing about 20 in a 75, only speeding up when a cop grew tired of his speed and blurted his sirens.

“I can’t believe your dad still has a babysitter wrung on your ass like you’re a toddler or something.” He laughs at his own poor joke as he steps next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of your neck to lead you around the fair.

“So what’re we doing first?”

“How about some arcade games? I bought some tickets for a few of them I thought you might like.”

“Like?”

“The duck grabbing one, where you grab a rubber duck and the number on the bottom relates to your prize, and then another one I got cause I thought you might like the prizes, some stuffed cows and other farm animals.”

“Okay, what other tickets did you get?”

“Well for myself I got the basketball one, a punching bag one, a parkour one…” His voice dazed off out of your mind as he continued to list just about every single game at the fair that first dates use to try impressing their girlfriends because they think it’s attractive to be able to throw a ball at some pins and win some fucked up looking teddy bear for about $50 worth of tickets. “And then I also got this one I think I might try twice even, it's a pullup bar, if you can hold yourself up for a minute you win.”

“That’s a lot, what bank did you steal from to afford all that?” In your peripheral vision you could see his eyes squint as if he was trying to understand your joke, then he shook it off and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“So anyways, looks like you decided against the dress afterall?” He mumbles, he really was hoping you’d wear that skimpy orange dress but you ended up settling for dark sweatpants and a baggy hoodie with Jack skellington on the front, and a plain black hat you’d taken from your dad which you wore the hood from the hoodie over it, hoping it was conceal your identity as Tony Stark's daughter, even if just a little bit.

“Yea, I decided it was too cold outside.”

“Aren’t you like… immune to the cold because of your powers?” This little shit.

“Yea, but my babysitter told me to wear a hoodie and I’ll take dressing comfortably over dressing for the Met Gala at a little downtown fair.”

“Well you know, I was just… hoping to see you in it.”

“Sorry, maybe next time when it’s a little warmer outside, but today it’s freezing.” You nod your head towards the crowd of people walking in front of you two, everyone wearing heavy jackets and thick pants. Some wore hoods over their heads, some were wearing a beanie, and most people wore both.

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“Damn!” He shouted as he missed his shot. The pins were only about six feet away and yet he still managed to miss the shot. “Here’s another ticket, I bet I can get it this time.”

“Sir, I need to close my booth.” The man behind the stand looked at Harry, tiredness written all over his face. It was time for him to close his booth but Harry INSISTED that he would win the big squish-mallow hanging off the top right corner of the booth.

“No, no, no. I can do it this time, trust me.”

Looking at your watch, you realised almost an hour had already passed of him using every single ticket on this stupid game he would never win.

So much for a date.

The man behind the booth sighed and handed Harry another ball, stepping back so he could throw, exhaustion in his step.

Harry takes a step back, confidence in his eyes as he rolls his shoulders, holds the ball with both hands and brings it back behind his right shoulder as if he was charging his throw. His chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. The worker sits up a little from where he was leaning against the wall, he thought he might actually hit it this time. Harry prepares himself one more time, lifting his left foot up a little to add more power to his throw, and you cross your arms, waiting for him to just throw the damned ball.

And finally.

He throws it.

He throws it hard enough for you to see the muscles in his arm flex through his thin jacket, then his arm flops a little as he lets go of the ball, and its thrown fast, fast enough to knock someone out.

And yet it still misses.

The joy on the workers face immediately turns into fear as the ball goes straight for him, dead for the centre of his forehead, which makes you stand up straight, you knew you wouldn’t catch the ball on time but you also didn’t wanna be blamed for a murder.

Luckily.

He ducked just in time.

The ball hit the back of the tent, creating a small hole, but not one big enough for the ball to pass through.

“Shit man!” He yelled as the ball bounced back off the tent and rolled down onto the floor. “You almost fucking killed me!” He shouts, kicking the ball in a way to express his anger.

“Sorry, sorry, I got distracted!” Harry apologises frantically, but he continues to stare at the ball sitting on the concrete floor now.

“No, no!” You’re absolutely not getting another shot, you know what? Here.” The man rips the squish-mallow off the wall, tossing it to Harry, then he grabs a stick and pulls the door down on his tent, slamming it shut, making you flinch a little.

“Hey I uh… I won it?” He hands it to you.

The squish-mallow was cute, considering it was an ant man stuffie.

“Thank you, Harry.” You say it almost embarrassingly, you felt kind of bad for the worker obviously, but at least you got a squish-mallow, and no one ended up dying or in the ER with a circle shaped imprint on their skull for the rest of their life.

“Right I uh… Of course.” He says nervously. “I’m uh, gonna go to the restroom.”

You watch as he walks away to the restroom, observing your newly acquired toy. There’s a few details that they got wrong on the suit, but it's decent for a company where no one has met Scott in real life, but you have, and the little details are all missing, you’d know since you’ve stolen his helmet once or twice to make things go your way.

You made your way to a bench, sitting down with your Antman-Mallow sitting next to you, taking a selfie with it and sending it to Scott, and wondering why the fuck Wade was an hour late.

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“What the fuck is that?”

There’s a brief moment where your heart drops from the unfamiliar voice coming from behind you.

“What’s what?” You whisper, realising it was only your bodyguard, fashionably late.

“On your arm, you’re cut, who did it, describe them.”

“Woah there red, uh, you did it, remember?”

“Whaaaat?” He extends his arms out to you for a hug which felt almost spine crushing. “I don’t remember doing that-”

“Why are you so late?”

“It’s rude to interrupt you know.”

“Yes but… I was worried.”

“I’m always a little late, had to run some errands.”

What if I’d died?”

“Then I’d kill you again.” He chuckled and released you finally. “Who won that for you? I know you didn’t win it yourself.” He nods towards the big squish-mallow sitting on the bench where you were before he’d arrived.

“Oh, I thought I told you; I invited a guy from school to come here with me as a date, he’s super sweet and he won it for me.”

You could visibly see something in his face just distort immediately when the word ‘date’ popped out of your mouth.

“I don’t think daddy would be very happy with me if he found out you’re getting humped by a squirrel.” He glanced up and his eyes landed on the guy behind you.

“Hey, Y/N” Your date's voice yelled from behind you, instead of turning around you only studied your bodyguard's face further, trying to understand what mood this new info is putting him in.

“Squirrel?”

“What about a squirrel?” In your peripheral, you could see your date with the newly won squish-mallow in hand.

“Nothing Harry, don’t worry about-”

“Fuckkk , his name is Harry. We’ll be going home now, I feel itchy.”

“You just got here though Wade.”

“And you’re dating a Harry.”

“And?”

“And I feel that’s a safety issue so based on my contract I’m required to retreat and take you to safety, if you’d like to complain, you can very willingly contact your father and address the issue, I’ll gladly give him my statement on you hanging out with a-” He paused and stared Harry down. “Hormonal teenager with a really bad hairstyle.”

“Okay and what if I refuse to leave?” You object, crossing your arms over your chest to com-bat his petty request.

“Are we gonna ignore what he just said about me?”

“Yes.” You turn to Harry before turning back to wade. “Well?”

“Your father stated that I can use force if you attempt to refuse removal from something that could end in a tragic event.”

“You would never use force on me though, would you?” You make a pouty face, wanting to make him feel bad even if it never works.

“Honey, sweetie, pudding, my little firework…” He reaches out and places his hands on either of your shoulders. “You lighthearted, freakhead, mastermind daughter of a billionaire, crazy teenager that I so willingly take care of because I must.” He added. “Keep making that face and I won’t be the only one willing to use force on you, next thing you know some 80-year old politician might ship you off to some island.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You gonna tell that to the politicians?” You cross your arms objectively. “Force it is.”

You squealed as he ducked down slightly to lift you up off the ground, his shoulder and part of his arm going above your stomach and one of his arms wrapping around your waist while his other remained at his side.

“Damnit- Wade- Put me- UGH!” You banged on his back, easily giving up and as he turned away, you could see the confusion on Harrys’ face. “Sorry!”

“Were- were over!” He said, almost like he was scared, but you noticed he was no longer holding your squish-mallow.

At least you got something out of him.

“You never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“What the fuck is this?” He repeats himself, holding up your squish-mallow that he took from Harrys’ hands.

“It’s Scott- err… Antman.” You hum a little. “I don’t know if you’ve ever met him but he-”

“Trust me, I know who you’re talking about.”

#marvel #deadpool #wade wilson #ant man #tony stark #scott lang #iron man #y/n #x reader

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