#thor odinson au

[holylulusworld]

One Summer Night - Kinktober 13

Summary: You meet a charismatic man at the farmer’s market.

Pairing: Cult!Leader Thor Odinson x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: seduction, desire, smut, unprotected sex, needy reader, public sex/kinda public claiming, voyeurism

Square 3 filled for @anyfandomangstbingo: Square 3: Cult AU

Kink: Sex Cult

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The first time you saw him he walked through a field of yellow wildflowers. He looked like he was out of this world. Chest bare, barefoot and his shaggy hair blowing freely in the wind.

He looked up at the blue sky, and let the sun kiss his skin.

For a moment you watched the man until more people joined him.

Mostly women who looked like they were hypnotized by his beauty, or something else. You didn’t know. 

Eyes glued to the man you watched him run one hand over his naked chest while the other gently touched the flowers.

You dropped your gaze the moment his eyes found yours. He smiled and plugged a flower to tug it behind his ear.

It looked like he was watching you and your heart thundered in your chest. He walked toward you, as your feet felt like you were frozen to the ground.

The spell he held over you was broken when your aunt called your name and grabbed your arm. 

“Y/N, don’t you ever get involved with that…hippie. He’s no good and means trouble. Everyone knows he’s the leader of a sex cult or shit.”

“Sex cult?” you glanced at the beautiful man standing only a few feet away from you. He smirked and studied your face as your aunt tried to drag you away. “Stay away from my niece. You won’t get her too!”

He raised his hands in surrender, making things worse for you. Your eyes dropped to his abs, leading you down to the prominent erection he didn’t even try to hide.

“Little wildflower, if you are ever free of that woman, come see me,” he spoke to you. You shuddered and clutched your hands to your sides.

It felt like his words went straight to your heart, running through your body to reach a much lower region… 

“Y/A/N, it’s the farmer’s market, not an enemy base,” you rolled your eyes as your aunt scrunched up her nose. Unlike you, she never liked spending time at the farmer’s market. “How about I get everything we will need for the pie festival, and you can go home and rest?”

“My bench in the garden is waiting for me,” she considered your suggestion. Your aunt feels responsible for you, even though, you are an adult, and a grown woman. 

“Alright,” you clapped your hands. “I didn’t come here to spend my vacation with you to sit around and do nothing. Let me handle this.”

“Don’t stay here too long,” your aunt said. “Uh-and don’t talk to strangers. If that bastard shows up, ignore him. Do not get too close to him. He comes here every summer, looking for God knows what.”

“Auntie,” you sighed but smiled at her. “I’m a grown woman, you know.”

“You’re still the little girl I raised,” she tutted and patted your cheek. “Stay out of trouble, young lady.”

You grinned. She won’t ever change, and you love her for it.

“Wildflower,” you felt his presence before you heard his voice call for you. The man in the wildflower field suddenly stood right in front of you. 

That day, he was wearing an unbuttoned button-up shirt. He was still barefoot and looked like the hippie your aunt called him, but you’d call the shirt progress.

“Mr.,” frowning you realized you didn’t know his name. “Sorry, I don’t know your name,” feeling your cheeks heat up you let him take your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.

That feeling overwhelmed you once again. This time it went straight to your lower half, making you soak your panties.

“Names are only...,” he cupped your chin to tilt your head, humming as your eyes fluttered shut, “for the people with no fantasy. You can call me anything you want to.”

“I prefer a name,” you murmured but allowed him to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Please…”

“Thor, little wildflower. That’s the name the immortals gave me when they created me to bring sun, love, and new life to this world.”

You giggled at his words. Your aunt was right. Thor did sound like the leader of some cult. But this didn’t stop you from dreaming of offering your body and soul to this man.

“My name is Y/N.”

“No. Your name is Sif, my Goddess and future mother of my children. We will bring love and hope to this rotten world, my little wildflower.”

“No…I’m Y/N.” You tried to open your eyes, but it was so hard to fight the warmth on your cheek from his hand.

“You are my fate,” he murmured as he dipped his head to press his lips to yours. Your eyes snapped open, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, almost pouncing on Thor to taste more of him. “Come with me and meet my companions. They can hardly wait to get to know you.”

“I can’t,” you whispered. “My aunt is waiting for me.” You looked up to Thor, the personalized sin. “She warned me to get involved with you.”

“Of course, she did,” he purred against your lips. “You’ll come to me, sooner than later. I’ve chosen you to become my mate for the coming eons…”

“Y/N, what’s wrong with you today?” Your aunt watched you poke the pie on your plate. “Are you not hungry? Do you want to go home?”

“Did you ever feel deeply for a person you just met?” You glanced at your aunt before dropping your eyes to your hands. “With your heart, body, and soul?”

“What did that man do to you?” She shook her head. “Please don’t tell me you fell for him too. He ruined so many girls. Every summer he comes over to our little town like a force of nature. He seduces women here and there only to disappear until the next summer.”

“He didn’t do a thing. We didn’t do a thing,” you spluttered. “I was wondering if you felt like this too when you were younger. He means trouble, so much I know. But I can’t help it. I’m drawn to him.”

You met Thor again only a few days later. This time he came to your aunt’s garden and talked you into following him to the wildflower field.

Walking next to him, fingertips touching the yellow wildflowers you tried not to think too much.

“Come with me. The moon is right,” he said, grabbing your hand to guide you toward a secret place.  A spot you never set foot in before.

Thor led you toward a wild of pink orchids, protected by large oaks. 

In the middle of the field stood a statue. It looked like a God. Its right arm stretched towards heaven, the other one holding a large hammer. 

“Where are we?” you whispered as his companions stepped toward the statue. They all kneeled and placed a pink orchid to the statue’s feet, mumbling words you didn’t understand. “Thor, what are they doing?”

Your eyes grew wide when the women and men stripped each other bare. “Just watch my little wildflower. And if you are ready, we will join them.”

Gasping you had to watch them all gather around the statue. This time they didn’t pray. This time they start to chant a name and move their body to music only they seem to hear. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time how they chanted themselves into a trance-like status.

For a moment, it seemed like the statue smiled down at you. You blinked a few times to be sure you didn’t imagine things but its face remained stoic.

“What are they doing?” 

“They call for me, my wildflower. They want us to unite to bring eternal summer, love, and fertility back to this town,” he wrapped his arms around you. “Give yourself to me.”

“Give myself to you.” 

He started to sway to music you couldn’t hear, but your body moved on its own. You let him slide the straps of your dress down. It fell to the ground, but you didn’t care.

“You’re meant to be mine,” he whispered in your ear while guiding your body, making you dance with him. “You’re going to be mine forever.”

The people turned their attention toward you and Thor. They cheered him on as he slid your panties down and ripped your bra off of your chest. 

“Look at my bride,” he shouted out a victory cry. “She’s going to be my mate.”

You felt like you were lost in limbo, his arms the only anchor keeping you in this world. He picked you up, carrying you toward the statue.

You’re not sure it happened, but the flowers seemed to form a bed. Thor placed you on the flowers and spread your legs. 

You heard gasps and chants but all you could focus on was Thor taking off his clothes. He looked down at you, nodding in approval when you spread your legs.

His blue eyes seemed to sparkle when he laid with you. He took his rightful place between your thighs, claiming what he told you was his all along.

Thor sank into you, inch per glorious inch. He whispered gentle words, but his hands roughly pinned your wrist down, keeping you immobile as he started to move inside of you.

“All-father, watch me claim my bride,” he chanted while his hips mercilessly crashed into yours. You were writhing underneath him, crying at the intense pleasure he forced you to endure. “She’s my goddess. Give me your blessings.”

Lightning hit the ground right next to your head, but you didn’t care. Your body craved something more than survival.

“Thor,” you began to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to take you harder. “More…deeper…I’m yours.”

“Thor, our god.” The crowd began to chant. They kneeled next to you, watching you and Thor unite. “Give her your seed.”

Thor gripped your thighs, spreading you wider to watch his cock slide in and out of your dripping cunt. He growled like a feral animal.

“Have my seed, my little wildflower,” his features softened, and he released your wrist, allowing you to touch him. “Cum for me. I want to feel your pleasure.”

“Oh…I’m gonna cum,” your hands move to his back to hold tight onto Thor. 

His warmth filled you, but he didn’t let up. Thor pushed into you, over and over again until you tightened around him. 

Your eyes sparkled, and your skin began to glow. It felt like your body wasn’t yours any longer. Thor now owned it, but you didn’t mind.

“Watch my goddess transform into her true form.”

He slipped out of you, smiling down at your trembling body. 

“All-father, give her your blessing,” he chanted as another lightning hit the ground next to you. You felt like you began to float, and maybe you did.

You still don’t know. 

Blinding light covered your whole body and wrapped you in its warmth until you felt nothing but love.

You sank back down on the bed of pink orchids, eyes fluttering shut.  

“Yes. All-father.” Thor chanted even harder. “Please allow me to make her mine completely...”

That’s how you became the goddess of fertility, ruling this world alongside your lover. Thor, God of love, thunder, and summer.

From that night on, you walked this world with your mate, bringing summer, love, and fertility to the people.

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[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

Warnings: dark content ahead. Abduction, forced imprisonment, angst, anxiety, panic, drugging, unwanted touching, somnophilia, forced orgasm, mentions of birth control, swearing, crying, spanking, throwing things

Summary: realization settles into you as Thor comes back...

A/n- sorry this took a bit to get back to but I'm here!!!! Graphics by @firefly-graphics

Part Five -- Part Six-

You slowly open your eyes seeing darkness. Am I dead? You thought, slowly shifting under the heavy blanket as you turned your head, your eyes beginning to adjust seeing the whiteness of the walls. "Thor.." you whispered screwing your eyes shut remembering where you were...what he had done when the click of the door made you freeze, a shiver running up your spine hearing it swing open, the light switching on making your eyes pound behind your eyelids. "Muffin...are you sleeping?" You heard Thor whisper. You held your breath, willing him to leave when you heard him sigh "so stubborn." He said when you heard him lift the tray from the bed.

You slowly exhaled hearing the door close, peaking one eye open seeing his back to you you quickly closed it again staying as still as possible. You gripped the sheet beneath you hearing his heavy footsteps come closer, feeling his eyes on you as he came up next to the bed. "Muffin.." he purred, slowly running his fingers along the top of the blanket. "So beautiful.." he whispered, feeling him slowly pull the blanket back, containing a shiver as the cold air hit your skin. The blanket settling at your feet you felt his fingers ghost up your calf, slowly sliding up to your knee. You felt the warmth of his other hand hovering over your shoulder, his fingers slipping under the thin strap of your dress he pressed his large palm against your skin.

A whimper involuntarily passing your lips feeling his hand slide down cupping your breast under the thin material. "Mm...so sensative." He whispered, slowly kneeding your breast In small circles, his other lifting your knee before traveling up your thigh, squeezing gently he parted your legs as his fingers continued up, you screwed your eyes shut feeling them ghost over your core. "Open up for me my flower." He whispered, your back slightly arching as his fingers slid down through your folds, opening you up as he spread his fingers slowly moving up and down. "That's it muffin...your so wet already." He purred gripping your beast tighter while his other hand found your clit, rubbing small circles around it. You felt a tear roll down your cheek at your bodies betrayal, you didn't want this...didn't want him...but his touch ignited your skin, awakening a deep ache inside you.

You exhaled a deep breath through your nose as he fingers sped up, rubbing your clit hard feeling the coil in your stomach tighten, another whimper leaving you when he tweaked your nipple, a sharp pain shooting through you "come for me muffin...I know you want to." He whispered, sliding his fingers down, slowly pushing one of his large fingers inside you, his thumb continuing its work on you clit as he curled his finger up making you gasp "that's it...let me feel you." He said as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching hard around his finger hearing him moan. "Mm I cannot wait to feel you clamp that pretty pussy around me." He growled, sliding his finger in and out slowly before pulling it out. You cracked your eye open seeing him bring it to his lips, licking your arousal from it. "You taste divine muffin." He moaned. taking a deep breath he grabbed the blanket, pulling it back up around your chin.

You quickly closed your eyes, feeling him press his lips to your forehead "soon muffin, you will be mine." He groaned slowly standing up. You tried to stay as still as possible hoping he would leave now that he was done when you felt a pinch in your arm making it jerk slightly "its ok love, just a little preventative measure." He said rubbing your arm "Maybe we can discuss a family later on." He continued. You felt bile rising in your stomach, the anxiety in your chest growing too much to contain feeling your limbs tremble as you heard his footsteps walk towards the door "I will return with dinner muffin." He said as he grabbed the abandoned tray, biting your lip you heard the door open and close, the lock clicking into place.

Throwing the blanket off you ran to the bathroom, dropping to your knees you expelled everything that was left in your stomach, which wasn't much as you wrapped your arms around your middle. Your stomach churning again as you shifted feeling your arousal between your thighs you pulled the dress off, crawling to the tub you climbed in turning the water on as hot as you could handle letting it wash over you, needing to burn his touch from your skin. You brought your knees to your chest hugging them to you as sobs shook your body. Humiliation ran through you at your bodies willingness to give into him, as much as your mind fought it. You looked up blinking the tears away seeing the white walls of the bathroom knowing...you had to get out.

You sat on the bed, staring at the wall trying to think of a way...there had to be...when you heard the lock click on the door, your body stiffening when you heard his footsteps "ah muffin, I'm glad your awake, I brought you dinner." He smiled setting the tray down in front of you. You had an idea, granted probably a bad one but you were wiling to try anything "I'm not hungry." You said flatly as he stood up "love you didn't eat breakfast, you need to eat this isn't healthy." He scowled crossing his arms. "I don't want anything from you." You snapped looking up seeing anger in his eyes "you will eat" he said sternly making you shudder. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for what may happen as you got up grabbing the tray.

"I said I'm not hungry!" You yelled, throwing the tray against the wall hearing the dishes shatter as they hit the concrete floor, food sliding down the wall as you looked back over to him, anger spread across his features as he looked at the now destroyed food before turning his gaze back to you "everything I'm doing for you and this is how you repay me?" He asked quietly stalking closer to you "i told you I don't want anything from you! Your fucking dillusional!" You yelled trying to push him away from you but he was a brick wall. you hoped maybe if you could distract him long enough you could grab the keys but now you weren't so sure.

You watched him hook them to his belt as he walked over to the tray beginning to pick everything up so you took your chance "you know i was wondering, is your brother single?" You asked watching him stiffen as he stood up "I bet he's pretty good in bed." You snarked bracing for your opportunity as he set the tray down tuning back to you "probably better then you.." you were cut off as the back of his hand met your cheek knocking you down "is that what you want muffin, to see whose better?" He sneered grabbing a fistful of your hair pulling you to your feet making you wince. You reached out trying to grab the keys as he pulled you towards him "I would be more then happy to give you a demonstration." He growled, your fingers brushing over the metal ring as he spun you around, shoving you face first into the mattress.

"T..thor....wait!" You yelled, trying to wiggle free when he grabbed your wrists pinning them behind your back with one hand, the other holding your head down to the mattress "I can assure you my brother would not be as kind as I have been to your insolence." He growled kicking your legs apart "i..I'm sorry Thor...please.." you pleaded feeling his erection press into your backside. "I have been patient, but I do have limits muffin." He said releasing your head, you froze feeling his large hand begin kneeding your ass "I believe a punishment is in order, wastefulness is unacceptable." He said lifting the bottom of your dress.

"I think five is sufficient, and you will count them or I'll start over." He said sternly. "What a.." you were cut off as his hand came in contact with your cheek, sending a jolt up your spine "count!" He yelled slapping you again "o..one.." you whispered as his hand came down again hard "t..two!" You yelled as your skin prickled "will you waste food again?" He asked slamming his hand down hard in the same spot "t..thee...no!" You yelled trying to squirm away from him, his grip on your wrists tightening "will you eat what I give you?" He asks landing another hard slap "f..four y..yes!" You yelled feeling tears well in your eyes "and you'll be a good girl and do as your told." He growled as his hand landed the final blow "aahh....f..five...yes!" You yelled, your head dropping to the bed as the tears flowed from you.

You jolted forward feeling his fingers traveled between your thighs, slowly moving up and down "mm..I think you enjoyed that." He purred leaning over you "your so wet for me muffin." He whispered in your ear placing a kiss on your shoulder. He released his grip on your wrists, taking a step back you sank to the floor, knees hitting the concrete making you wince. "Now, you will clean up your mess and maybe if your good ill bring you a book to read while I'm at work." He said unclipping the keys from his belt as you glared up at him...you were so close...

"Oh and another thing, if you mention my brother again there will be another punishment, and I will not go so easy on you again." He said unlocking the door "do you understand muffin?" He asked opening the door, his tall frame taking up the entire space "y..yes thor." You said grinding your teeth "I think I prefer sir." He said smiling watching you "yes...sir." you said. "Very good muffin, I will be back and we'll try this again, with a better attitude yes?" He said raising his eyebrows "yes sir." You said putting your head down. "Good girl. Now get to work." He said closing the door, the lock clicking into place.

You sat still staring at the floor, trying to shift you cried out at the sting on your backside. You crawled over to the mess that was your dinner, slowly picking up pieces of broken glass, none of them bug enough to fight him off with. You sighed setting everything on the tray, laying down on the cold floor you stared at the door. "There has to be a way." You whispered bringing your knees to your chest, trying to think of another plan.

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[thesugarclubs-blog]

Shut Up & Kiss Me - Thor Odinson x OC

warnings: college au, frat boy thor, friends to lovers, he falls first, jealousy, alcohol and drug use, soft smut, 18+

word count: 9.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1364030736-shut-up-kiss-me-gracie

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“Brother, this is an insane plan and you know it,” Loki rubbed his hand over his brow and rolled his eyes. 

Thor tossed the roll of green streamers in his hand up the stairs and over the railing, “What - what plan? This party is for you! I don’t - I don’t know what you mean” 

With a satisfied grin, the blonde slid into the living room to double-check the bar set up. Grass skirts, coconuts and brightly colored flowers flowed through the frat house, with bright twinkle lights illuminating the hallways. It was going to be a perfect night. 

To celebrate his brother, of course. No other reason. 

“Thor, if you wanted to impress this girl, you could have just asked her out like a normal person,” the dark-haired man quipped as he followed his brother through the house.

“This party is for you! We’re excited to have you in our fraternity, let us celebrate that! The fact that the yellow of these flowers compliment Gracie’s blue eyes has nothing to do with anything,” Thor paused, running a hand into his long blonde hair, “I mean, uh, what girl? I don’t even know who you’re talking about”

He watched his brother narrow his eyes at him, his signature smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. 

"Of course, you don't," he chuckled. "I'm certainly not talking about the girl who could very well take you in beer pong any day of the week. Or the girl who laughs at all of your jokes no matter how ridiculously not funny they are." 

Thor swayed back and forth on his legs, looking anywhere but at Loki's face knowing his true intentions had already absolutely been made but determined to hide the fact that he was itching for Gracie to walk through the door. That big, sweet smile on her face with her long brown hair that smelled like cherry blossoms falling down her back.

He knew he had it bad for her. He also knew that his friends, especially his brother, were going to make his life miserable because he just might make a fool of himself, but Thor didn't care. 

“She laughs at my jokes because they are funny, brother. It’s you who thinks that they aren’t funny. And what if this whole party had an ulterior motive? I want to see her and be around her. Plus, I just don’t know how to actually ask her out. I choked when I tried to do that, which is why I invited her to the party instead!” Thor hated being this vulnerable, especially around Loki.

Loki studied him, taping his finger against his face. "Then I suppose we should make it a party she never forgets then."

"Aye! I knew you would be excited!" Thor shook his brother by the shoulders, redirecting him into the kitchen where Korg was setting up the drink bar. 

"I found it," he held up a pretty bottle of light blue booze that looked like the ocean, "it was the last bottle, unlucky for the little old lady that tried to take it from me. Put up quite the fight."

Thor smiled brightly as he nodded toward Korg. "Yes! You can’t have Jungle Juice without that stuff. It makes everything taste like Kool-aid." 

Meanwhile, Loki sighed, very likely thinking he just might want to hole up in his room with a book for the party's duration. "The last time you made that, everyone went streaking down the street, you realize that, right?"

"But that's what makes it more fun!" Thor encouraged, clapping his brother on the shoulders. He walked over to the kitchen counter and began cutting up the fruit that would be going into the cooler for the juice concoction.

As he continued to prep, Thor let his mind wander to the beautiful girl he was hoping would show up tonight. Not that she would ever miss a party, but that small part of him always feared that he would have to go a day without hearing her musical laugh take over his mind, or not get to see the way her eyes lit up when it started raining. 

The way her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, covering the small sunflower tattoo that sat on her shoulder blade. It was how he'd gotten his nickname for her. That and the special way she brightened any room she walked into. 

"Thor!" A booming voice sounded through the kitchen and pulled the blonde from inside his head. 

Shaking his head once, he peered up and grinned when he saw Sam standing in front of him, "Wilson! How's it going, man?" He rounded the counter and slapped his hand into his friends, "DJ booth is set up in the backyard for you! Creative freedom my friend, whatever you want to play to get everyone dancing!"

"Man you know everyone's always dancing when I'm around," he said, puffing up his chest proudly, "I also have a little something for you in the mix so you can make the move on your girl." 

Thor felt the heat creep up his cheeks at the comment as Sam wiggled his brows playfully. Clearly, he hadn't been as good at hiding his feelings from his friends as he thought. 

"Secret's safe with me, just please do something about that tonight for the love of god." 

He smiled and tapped the blonde's shoulder as he made his way through the kitchen. Thor turned quickly shouting in his direction before he made it out the sliding door, "No Marvin Gaye tonight, Wilson!" he shouted. 

"Boy everybody loves some Marvin Gaye!" Sam roared back from the backyard swinging his hands up in the air as the others snickered in the kitchen.

Thor was getting nervous. Dancing with her will put him in very close proximity to her. Touching her and smelling that sweet smell that always drove him insane. There was something about her that attracted him to her like a moth to a flame. “Right. Let’s not go there.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Let’s not go where?” Thor turned around and saw Quill with a condescending smile on his face. He didn’t like that smile. For some reason, it made him nervous. 

“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself. Making sure that everything is good for the party. You know, have enough to drink, make sure that the ping pong table is set up for the beer pong tournament later. That sort of thing.” He was rambling now, and he was hoping that Quill didn’t catch on to that. 

“Beer pong, you say?” he asks. “I’m great at beer pong. In fact, I can and will kick everyone’s asses.” Thor knew that he was bragging about himself and knew damn well that Quill always did this when he wanted to get his competitive side out to play. He couldn’t have that. He needed this night to go perfectly.

Thor rolled his eyes. He didn't know why Quill always got an invite to his parties, but he did. "I guess we'll have to see how good your skill is later then," he smiled.

Peter grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded smugly, "Oh you definitely will," and with that, he sauntered off into the forming crowd. 

From that point on, the front door of the house didn't close for a second as person after person piled in and the party grew. Thor greeted his friends, smiling at them as they wandered through, clapping him on the shoulder and already telling him what a great party this was. But his eyes never left the front door, just waiting for the pair of blue eyes he'd been longing to see all day. 

"Hey man," A familiar voice slung his arm around Thor's neck and pulled his attention away as he focused on the man in front of him, "Thanks for the invite! Pía and I love your parties, but the luau theme for Loki seems a bit strange," Bucky joked. 

"Loki loves luau's," Thor chuckled nervously, flickering his eyes back to the door as more people walked in. 

Pía giggled and shook her head as she wrapped her arms around Bucky's waist, "No Gracie loves luau’s, I don't think Loki cares at all," she nodded her head towards the wall where the dark hair man was leaning, scanning the crowd with a soft mischievous grin on his lips.

Thor groaned, "Wow P, I thought we were friends." 

Bucky chuckled into Pía's hair as he pulled her closer to him and she smiled brightly. "We are you big lug but, so are Gracie and I aaand I already put in some good words for you... though I didn't really have to sell you much." 

The brunette winked at Thor and he smiled bashfully. Gracie and Pía were good friends, it was how he was introduced to her in the first place. In a writing class neither of them- or their friends frankly - knew why they were taking but they were still happy to be there and their poems weren't half bad either. 

"Just be you T, that's what makes her smile."

Just be you. “Easier said than done, P,” he mumbled, remembering how tongued tied and nervous he got every time he tried to talk to her. “But I’ll try just for you.”

“Good. Now, where-“but Pia’s words muffled into the background as Thor’s vision snapped to the doorway. All of his focus was on the one person that had  just come through the door. 

She’s here.

Gracie walked through the front door of the house, her brown hair partially pulled back with a flower tucked into it. Her outfit was bright, consisting of a Hawaiian shirt tied into a crop at her waist and a grass skirt, a small sliver of sunkissed skin peeking out between the two.

Thor couldn't make himself look away until Bucky tapped him on the side of the head. "Hey - hi!"

"Hey Thor," Gracie grinned as she sauntered over, doing a quick spin in front of him, "What do you think? Is this on theme?" 

Thor's bright eyes travelled over her, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. Everything escaped his mind and he knew that he was just staring at her but the right combination of words wouldn't form on his tongue. The small sliver of sunkissed skin that peeked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt captured all of his attention. 

"I - you look," Pía nudged his ribs and made him shake his head once, "you look great, very Hawaiian," 

Bucky sighed from beside him, and tried to stifle a laugh, "How about we get you girls a drink?" 

With that, he placed a kiss onto Pía's temple, and wrapped his arm around Thor, pulling him away towards the bar, "what the hell was that, man?" he mumbled with a smirk when they were away from the girls.

Thor groaned, tilting his head back as they made their way into the kitchen causing Bucky to laugh again. "Seriously Thor, if you're gonna make any move onto Gracie then you have to actually put a sentence together." 

He leaned against the counter, gripping the edge of it as Pia and Gracie made their way through the sea of people stopping every few moments to talk to someone else. His focus was solely on the girl whose smile lit up the entire room and every fibre within him. A small plastic shot glass thumped him directly in the forehead. 

"Earth to Thor." Bucky grinned, "Did you even hear a word I said?" 

Thor tossed the plastic shot glass back at his friend, "Every time I look at her, I turn into this... giant puddle of Gracie-made Jello. How am I supposed to talk to her?" 

Bucky scrunched his face, "that was probably the most disgusting thing I've heard. Gracie made jello?" He shook his head with a quick shudder of his shoulders as the corners of his mouth turned up, "Ask her to play a game. Start there and see where the night takes ya, pal." He handed two cups to Thor, "Talking to a girl you like isn't as scary as it feels."

"Easy for you to say," Thor countered. "You can talk to anyone in this room. Once she actually talks to me I just... clam up," he grumbled. "It sucks."

Bucky's laugh echoed through the kitchen and he shook his head, before pounding back a shot of whiskey, "Man, you remember how long it took me to talk to Pía right? And even then she was the one who barged into my dorm and made me talk," he placed his hand on Thor's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, "now take a shot and go play darts with your girl" 

"She's not my girl," Thor mumbled before grabbing the shot from in front of him and swallowing it down. His blue eyes drifted back over to Gracie and a soft smile tugged at his lips as her laugh eclipsed the room. He grabbed two of the jello shots and with a deep breath, headed in her direction. 

He could do this. 

Thor cleared his throat loudly and interrupted the monologue the girls had managed to get Tony started on, "Sorry to steal Gracie away, but she promised to do a shot with me, and it's time to pay up," he managed to get out with a slight shake in his breath. 

"Oh yes of course," Gracie linked her arm with his, making his breath catch in his throat, "Sorry Tony, not that this conversation about nuclear physics isn't riveting but I did promise," She shrugged quickly before pulling Thor across the room.

She tugged his body, though she didn't have to pull him along behind her very hard. Thor would follow her no matter where she went. She lead them towards a corner of the room that wasn't as crowded as the rest before dropping his arm and leaning against the wall behind her. Gracie smiled up at him with a sigh, "You have perfect timing." She cooed. 

Thor sucked in a breath, mourning the loss of her warmth against his skin as he shoved out a jello shot toward her. "Tony likes to talk."

She smiled, taking the shot from him. Her fingers brushed against his own forcing his eyes wide at the subtle shock his system felt. "The last thing I wanted to do tonight was listen to him drone on about some other new extravagant project he started. We all know he's going to take over the world with robots, he doesn't have to remind us every five minutes." Gracie laughed holding up her shot. "Ready Thunder?"

“Not at all,” he muttered under his breath but diffused her perplexed expression with a wide grin.

He tapped his shot against hers and then tipped it into his mouth, keeping his eyes on Gracie as she did the same. He coughed and spluttered at the sight of his Sunflower, head thrown back and eyes closed, giving a groan of satisfaction as the sweetness of the jelly hit her tongue.

Her eyes whipped open as she eyed him with concern at his choking.

“You OK there big guy?”

Thor cleared his throat and coughed once more as he nodded. "J-just went down wrong," he answered. Thor wiped his mouth with his hand, hoping there wasn't a mess all over his face. "Did you like that flavor? I... I can get you another one."

Gracie giggled and nodded her head, "I love every flavor, but you know I'm always up for anything," She grinned widely and placed her hand on his bicep, "ANOTHER!" she called, shooting the plastic cup high into the air and watching as it landed perfectly in the garbage bag that hung off the door to the back yard. 

Thor's eyes widened and flickered between her and the shot she just made as the crowd erupted into applause and hollers. That's his Sunflower. 

"That was incredible!" The blonde grinned at her, grabbing two more from a tray Natasha was holding on her way outside. 

"Hey, that was for Clint! If we get him drunk enough he said he'll shoot stuff off someone's head with his bow!" She quipped, furrowing her brow.

"Last time he did that he shot a hole in the side of the house!" 

Natasha grinned, stealing the shots right out of Thor's hands, "He promised Loki he'd shoot at the giant tree instead this time." She tossed him a wink before sliding out of the back door. 

"That could be interesting," Gracie grinned looping her arm through his, "C'mon big guy, let's get more shots and go see if Clint can shoot a beer can off my head."

Thor followed in the direction that Gracie pulled him like an eager puppy, practically projecting heart eyes at her back as she led them through the room and out into the backyard.

There was a group of people gathered by the largest tree in the yard, whooping encouragement at a grinning Clint, who span in slow circles with his bow raised. He saw Thor over the crowd and pointed his bow at him, waving him over to join them but Thor shook his head with a smile.

They found another tray of jello shots, grape this time, and Gracie picked up two with a whoop.

“Down the hatch!” She almost shouted, jumping with enthusiasm as he matched her energy and downed two shots of his own.

Gracie cheered loudly, managing to distract herself enough that she stumbled and crashed into Thor’s chest, who wrapped a protective arm around her. He thought his heart would explode when she stared up at him and giggled sweetly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Easy there," he said softly, hoping she could hear him. "Let's not get yourself hurt," Thor swore he could see Gracie's cheeks turn pink as she patted both hands against his chest. 

"I'm okay!" she hollered over the music. "Do you dance?" she asked, having already forgotten about Clint and his bow. It probably wouldn't have been the best idea anyway.

Thor prayed she couldn’t feel his pounding heart deep in his chest. This was farther than he’d ever imagined actually getting with her, and the way the twinkle lights caught the blue of her iris’ get distracting him from the actual events happening all around them. 

“Of - of course, I dance, I’m a great dancer,” he stuttered, his gaze snapping up from her as Sam hollered at him. 

Gracie nodded her head towards the crowd of people swaying in the middle of the yard and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. 

“Alright, alright, this next one goes out to our gracious host! Thor Odinson and the fraternity of Gamma Asgard Chi!”

Sweet Child of Mine by Guns n’ Roses blared through the speakers and the wide grin on Gracie’s face told him everything. 

She jumped up and down as the words of the song flowed like a melody out of her lips, and Thor could have sworn everything inside of him melted at the sight of his girl singing his favourite song word for word.

Thor grinned watching her, his heart pounding and heat creeping up his neck. His eyes flickered to Sam who tossed him a wink and encouraging nod. Gracie lifted his hand in the air above her as she twirled, laughing with her head tilted back and eyes crinkled with joy. He sucked in a deep breath and began to move with her. She dropped her hand from him, smiling and singing away as she stepped in front of him and swayed with the song. 

Gracie stumbled slightly in the grass again and on instinct his hands shot out to her waist, holding her steady. What he didn't expect was for her to lean back into his chest, her hands up in the air and giggled peering over her shoulder up at him. Her eyes twinkled under the light as she mouthed a thank you to him.

The broadest grin in the world spread across his face, making his cheeks ache joyfully. Then, to his utter disbelief, Gracie wrapped one of her arms around the back of his neck and twirled her fingers through strands of his hair. She swayed her hips to the music, rubbing against him, and he swallowed thickly. 

He tried to move the lower half of his body away, just a little, but Gracie took her other hand and laced her fingers through his where they rested on her hip and pulled him closer.

Thor took a deep breath before deciding to go with it. He rested his head on her shoulder and swayed his hips with her along with the music. "You're a pretty good dancer," he said into her ear so she could hear him." Across the yard, he could see Peter as he leaned against the house, his eyes locked on Gracie. I don't think so.

"Thor! Gracie!" A chirpy voice sounded through the crowd bringing Thor's attention back to the crowd just as Wanda wrapped her arms around Gracie. 

"Hey, you two! Having a good time?" Thor asked as he clapped his hand into Vision’s, with a wide grin. 

"Always! You guys do throw the best parties on campus," Wanda complimented, flashing a knowing smile at him as her eyes moved between him and the brunette beside his side, "We won't keep you though, we just wanted to say hi! We'll come find you later!" The redhead grinned, pulling her boyfriend away with her. 

Thor shook his head with an awkward laugh and watched them walking away, Wanda mouthing something to him and pointing between the two of them. He watched as she turned her attention back to Vision, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile and placing a kiss on his jawline. It made Thor's heart soar to see his friends finally happy together. 

As he spun to grab Gracie once more, he was meant with Quill's cocky smirk and watched as he tried to wrap his arm around Gracie's waist. 

"Come on, sweetheart, dance with me!" He cooed, a pout coming to his lips, "You know I'm a better dancer than that meathead!"

"I wouldn't say that," Gracie strained attempting to pull herself from Quill's grip, "ugh Peter you smell like a dive bar." 

"Just havin' a good time, beautiful, which clearly you aren't here with this guy." Quill jutted his chin in Thor's direction. Annoyance flooded him as he shoved Quill's shoulder. 

"Pretty sure she doesn't want you touching her Quill. Keep your hands to yourself." Thor warned as the idiot in front of him threw up his hands in mock surrender with a snide grin. 

He felt Gracie step around him, her fingers tangling into the hem of his shirt, "C'mon let's get something to drink." She pleaded as her eyes flickered from him to Quill. 

"Oh don't be like that Gracie girl, come play beer pong with me! If you win I'll give you a prize." Quill winked and licked his lips, making Thor grimace with disgust.

“Ew, no,” Gracie squealed, screwing up her nose and shaking her head.

“C’mon Gracie, unless you’re… chicken?”

Gracie froze mid-turn and Thor could feel Peter’s challenge thrumming through her veins. She trembled as she warred with herself, wanting to ignore the arrogant junior but aching to put him in his place. Thor saw the moment she’d decided and just as she began to turn back he blurted words he’d probably regret later.

“I’ll do it! I mean, I’ll play you at beer pong.”

Quill eyed him with interest. “What are the stakes?”

“I’ll dance with the winner!” Gracie offered, although the grimace she gave told Thor she’d spoken before thinking… again.

“Nice. I’m down,” Quill nodded, making his way over to the beer pong table.

“Come on, Thunder,” Gracie smiled weakly. “You gotta win for me. There’s only one pair of hands I want on my ass tonight when I’m dancing and they sure ain’t Quill’s.”

Thor's eyes widened but his smile broadened. "I'll win for you, Gracie. I have no doubt."

"I'm counting on you, big guy," She winked, taking his hand in hers as they followed Peter back into the dining room. 

There was loud cheering flowing through the house and when they entered it became apparent why. Miek and Bruce had taken over the beer pong table and had apparently been beating everyone in the room. With four cups still in front of them, Bruce turned his back to the table and sunk another shot, leaving Steve and Bucky with only one cup left. 

"Let's go, Bruce!!" Natasha screamed, nudging her shoulder into Tony. 

Stark through his hands in the air and looked up at the ceiling, "Oh come on! He's cheating!" 

"Don't be such a sore loser, Stark!" Natasha quipped. 

"He's using math to win, that's cheating!" 

"Just because you weren't smart enough to figure out the formula, doesn't mean I can't" Bruce shot back with a wide grin. 

An echo of "ouus" sounded through the room as Tony shook his head and stormed back outside, leaving them to finish their game. Thor smiled once again and nodded as he watched his friends enjoying themselves, until he felt a small squeeze on his hand, bringing his attention back to the woman beside him. 

"You got this right?" Gracie smiled softly. 

"I would never let you down," Thor answered softly.

Something akin to pride flickered in her eyes as she flashed him another one of her winning smiles and turned her attention back to the table, cheering with the crowd when Bruce landed his ball in the last cup on Steve and Bucky's side. 

"Come on man!" Steve cursed, picking up the cup and chugging it down. Pia wrapped herself around Bucky from behind. His friend's eyes flickered over to him and then down to where his and Gracie's hands were still connected. Pia flashed him a knowing grin as Quill pushed through the group of celebratory high-fives. 

"Alright, you losers! Time to give up the table!" He hollered. 

"That's not how that works Quill!" 

Thor sighed shaking his head, "Let'em have the table boys, I've got some ass to kick." Suddenly confident as he smirked at Quill.

Thor stepped up to Bucky’s side of the table where his friend was already setting up more cups while Pía grabbed some more beer to fill them with.

“Playing for your girl?” Bucky smirked.

“She’s not my…”

“Yeah he is,” Gracie grinned, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands. “He’s fighting for my honor like a knight in shining armor!”

Thor rubbed his hand down his face as Bucky handed him the ball and then he turned to Quill who’d taken up position at the other end of the table.

Quill smirked and Thor rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck, rolling the ball between his large hands.

“Do you need me to blow on it for luck?” Gracie asked him.

Turning to look at Gracie, Thor swore his mouth was hitting the floor. She'd gotten really bold tonight, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. "Sure," he told her, putting the ball in front of her. "My beautiful good luck charm."

Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist carefully bringing his hand closer to her lips. He silently cursed the gods as his gaze met hers and she parted her lips making a soft o shape and blew gently. Gracie's warm breath fanned over his fingers and the chanting around them faded into muffled white noise as he stared at the girl who had been the object of his obsession for months. 

She pulled back, letting her hand linger for a moment before giving him an encouraging nod toward the table. 

"T-thanks" he stuttered with a lopsided grin finding it hard to peel his gaze away from her. 

"Are you two done? Or can we get on to me winning now?" Quill's sharp voice broke the trance he was in as he dragged his eyes to the drunken fool on the other side of the table.

“You gonna blow my balls now too? Fair’s fair,” Quill added with a leer.

“From what I can see you only have one, and even that’s debatable,” Gracie quipped and Thor couldn’t help the snort of laughter that left his lips.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbled, his adoration for his Sunflower overriding his nerves for once. 

Or maybe it was the shots.

“Am I?” Gracie asked sweetly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I…I mean…” he blustered.

“Just take the damn shot Odinson,” Quill shouted.

With a growl of frustration, Thor launched the ball towards the other end of the table, fully intending to clobber Quill between the eyeballs with it but it landed squarely in one of the cups.

“Ha! Drink up, Quill!” Thor was surprised he got the first one in. If he continued to focus on trying to hit Quill’s face, maybe, he’d win this thing. And maybe he’d actually get one in between his eyeballs.

“Yes!” Gracie yelled,  jumping with excitement. At the other end of the table, Quill groaned in disapproval. 

But Thor didn’t even acknowledge Quill or anyone else around them. He just kept looking at Gracie and the smile that lit up her face. He was utterly fucked. Fuck. 

“My turn now, Thunder boy,” Quill shouted from the other side of the table. “This is the only one you’ll be able to get.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, Quill? You think I can’t actually beat you in this or is it that you’re scared now?” He volleyed back, gaining confidence. 

“No,” Quill said with a mocking smile, “I am not scared. You won’t be able to get another shot because you’ll be too drunk to do it.”

Thor watched as Quill launched a ball and it banked off a cup and onto the table, making Thor chuckle. "Miss!"

"Come on! It's distracting in here!" Quill countered. 

Rolling his eyes, Thor picked up the ball and launched it into the air. He smirked as it sank into the second cup. "Two to one."

“You’re doing so good Thor, I knew you would,” Gracie encouraged.

Bucky and Pía shot Thor a pointed look and he rolled his eyes so damn hard that he missed Quill planting a ball into one of his cups. 

“Shit,” Thor hissed in frustration, shooting the bet as quickly as he could but landed his next throw squarely in one of Quill’s cups.

“Another hit!” Gracie squealed with excitement, wrapping her hands around Thor’s bicep and squeezing tightly.

Thor focused on the way her hands were, so soft and warm against his skin - and thinking of other places where he wanted both of her hands. 

“Thor?” she asked, with a heavy breath. 

“Wha-. Oh yes, the game. Sorry, got distracted for a moment.” He got distracted alright.

He chuckled and stepped back as Quill hit in a second shot, making the score even back out. Thor grumbled as he rolled the Ping pong ball in his hand for a few seconds before he took his shot just as Quill bumped the table, causing him to miss. "Hey! That's foul play!"

"What are you talking about?!" Quill shouted back, "You hit the table yourself!!"

Hollers and input sounded from the crowd as they argued about whose fault it was. There was no way Thor was going to lose to Quill because he was a cheater. His blue eyes drifted down to the brunette beside him before looking back up, seeing Clint standing beside the table, closer to Quill's side. 

Thor stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled, silencing the room, "Barton, you're closest, what's the call?" 

Clint thought for a moment, looking between the two players. He was one of Thor's most honest friends and there was no way the guy everyone referred to as Hawkeye was going to miss any details of the play. He was the best ref they could have asked for. 

"Foul on the table, Quill loses a cup and Thor gets the ball back!" Clint concluded, earning a groan and protest from Peter, but with one look from Clint, he knew the decision was final. 

The game pressed on almost going cup for cup as the boys played for Gracie's honor. It seemed silly in his mind that this was how he had to prove himself, and he knew deep down that she would never go for someone like Quill, but Thor's competitive spirit surged through his veins, needing to protect his sunflower from the dark rain cloud that was Peter Quill. His cocky attitude somehow always won him the favor of many girls on campus, but not this one. Not his girl. 

It came down to Peter having one cup in front of him, while Thor had two. The tension in the room from the crowd that had gathered could have been cut with a knife and a flash of pride rose in Thor's chest. Everyone loved a good competition.

“Son of a bitch!” Thor exclaimed as Peter’s ball hit the rim of the cup and teetered for a moment before plopping into the beer.

Quill proceeded to thrust his hips like he was in a solitary dance-off, jeering loudly at Thor. 

The blonde giant looked down at his Sunflower, almost cringing at the desperation in her eyes.

“I’m supposed to dance with you, Thor,” she whispered, and he felt her finger wrap around his.

He didn’t even realise what was happening until it did. Gracie slipped the ball out of his hand and he swore she didn’t even break eye contact with him as she tossed it. It was only the cheers from the crowd and Bucky’s slap to his shoulder that told him she’d landed the shot.

But he didn't care about that or anything else except the woman that was looking back at him with heat in her eyes. "How did you do that?” he asks impressed by his little Sunflower. 

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Gracie winked up at him, coming closer to him, “Plus, I wasn’t going to let him win because all night I’ve wanted a reason to do this-”

She kissed him. It took him a second for his brain to catch up with what was happening but when he did, he kissed her back. He kissed her like a man starved for water. They moved apart, both of them breathing heavily. But Thor wasn’t done with her. Gaining confidence, he placed his hands on the sides of her neck and kissed her again, bringing her closer to his body.

His hands tangled into her hair, exploring every inch of her skin and it was just as soft if not more than he’d ever dreamed. Tiny flickers of electricity danced from his fingertips, tickling her skin and making her wiggle beneath his touch. The movement only made him want more. The entire party seemed to fall into a hazy thrum, everything was Gracie and nothing else mattered. 

“Whoa,” Gracie seemed to breathe out as they pulled apart. “Was that Lightning?” She asked pressing her hand against his around her neck. 

“They don’t call me the Prince of Thunder for nothing,” he laughed tucking his face against hers with the brush of his nose.

Thor chuckled, pink dusting his cheeks as he gazed down at Gracie. Everyone roared around them and patted Thor on his back, but he ignored it all. He only had one person on his mind. "Do you want to get away from all of the noise?" he asked, hoping that she'd be able to hear him.

Her bottom lip found a home between her teeth as she looked up at him through thick lashes and nodded her head softly. 

Thor leaned down and stole another quick kiss as the tips of his fingers trailed down her arms to find her hands and wrap his fingers into hers. The two of them ignored the "ouu"s that echoed through the crowd as Thor pulled his girl through the house, leading her up the stairs and into his room, thanking the gods that he'd remembered to clean up before the party. 

Pulling her into his body and wrapping his hands around his waist, Thor kicked his door shut behind them, shutting out the world so he could focus solely on the beautiful girl in his arms. His fingers teased the small bit of visible skin that peaked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt as he leaned down and pressed his lips back to Gracie's. 

"Sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead into hers and rubbing the tips of their noses together, "you have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you,"

“Are you okay? With the kiss, with this, with us. With me dragging you here to my room and away from our friends?” he asked her in a soft voice, thinking of how forward it looked bringing her in here, but he needed the quiet and the privacy of his room to say what he needed to say.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay.” 

“Okay, I’m glad because I have a confession to make,” he prepared himself mentally for what he needed to say. He was ready to just blurt it out before he lost his nerve.

Thor sat on the bed and pulled Gracie down next to him. He shook out his hands and took a deep breath.

“Oh my god, is this that moment when the guy tells the girl he’s been crushing on her for years?!” Gracie gasped, pressing her hands across her mouth in the way she always does when she was trying to joke.

Completely thrown by her interruption Thor just gaped at her. He couldn’t tell if she was excited or disgusted. 

“I… well, I mean, if you want it to be?” He mumbled, his face flaming.

“Oh Thunder, look at you, all pink-cheeked and lost for words. You’re adorable.”

Thor admired her, brushing his hand over her face. “I—,” he paused, I can do this he thought to himself. “There was a moment and it sounds cheesy but promise to listen?” he said trying to explain. 

“Of course Thor,” she shifted beneath him, ready for his story. 

“I was sitting cross legged on the west lawn because professor fury wanted fresh air and it was terribly grey that, I was frustrated with the yarn.” His brows kissed, “but you came down the steps, late for class and the clouds parted letting in the most beautiful streak of light. It highlighted the golden streaks in your hair and the way your eyes sparkle. The string didn’t matter anymore, the gods had shown me everything I ever needed.” 

Gracie expression softened as she kissed him gently. “My sweet Prince,” she smiled, “it wasn’t the gods, when you are frustrated or angry the skies are grey, when you are happy and free we see nothing but sun.” 

Thors fingers brushed against the sunflower on her shoulder. Thinking about how often it rained when Gracie was near and the answer was never. He swallowed tightly, nervous from his confession. His sunflower watching him with hazy, tipsy eyes.

Thor's blue eyes looked up to meet hers, scanning over her features as that feeling deep inside calmed itself like it always had when Gracie was near. The anxiety and fear melted away, bringing to light the full feeling of what he wanted to tell her. What he'd wanted to tell her for a long time. 

"I have had a crush on you, since that day you stumbled in late for class and I saw that bright, magnetic smile for the first time," he whispered, running his tongue along his bottom lip and taking in a shaky breath as he placed his hand on the side of her neck, tangling his fingers into the baby hairs at the back of her neck, "The way your just you without fear, how you laugh at my dumb jokes, but I only make dumb jokes because they make you laugh. I love - seeing you happy. The way your eyes light up when it thunderstorms and the little doodles you draw in notebook instead of listening during class," he breathed out a laugh. 

"Thor..." Gracie smiled, placing her hand on his chest with a soft smile, keeping her eyes on him. 

Leaning forward, Thor placed his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. 

"I think I love you, my beautiful Sunflower," he whispered.

“Oh!” She breathed, her lips close to his. “I’m so relieved.”

“You are?” He asked softly, not wanting to burst what they’d created.

“Yeah I am, because in my first day in macramé, when I was panicking because my alarm hadn’t gone off and I couldn’t find my string, I ran into the seminar room and there was this giant goofball grinning at me. I thought the world had stopped turning, and then you patted the seat next to you and I thought my heart would explode.”

She sniffled a little and Thor pulled back just to check she was alright.

“See!” Gracie exclaimed. “That’s what I mean! You’re always there, making sure I’m alright.”

He shrugged, as if it were no big thing but it was, to her.

“I love you too, Thor.”

Thor smiled feeling like the weight of a thousand worlds has been lifted from his shoulders. He had thought of a thousand and one ways this moment could've gone since that fateful first sight of his sweet girl and he never even thought it'd be with her saying she loved him too. Once more her calm melodic voice had let him see the light amidst whatever grey might be laying beneath his stormy blues, and never wanted to imagine his life without her light again. 

He dipped his lips to hers and whispered, "I'm just gonna kiss you now," a bashful chuckle slipping from his lips. 

"Don't leave me holding my breath here, lover boy," she smiled, squeezing lightly atop his knee where her hand rested.

Their hands explored each other in new ways, like the landscape had changed in the few short moments they had been alone. Thor's heart was beating a million miles an hour and never before in his life had he been so happy for the adrenaline rush. The party downstairs was muted but the vibrations of the music thrummed up through his bed and into his veins as his lips crashed down on hers. 

Kissing her felt like everything all at once. Like his favorite music, the sun first thing in the morning, the way the breeze cooled in the fall. Gracie replaced all of those things.

Thor ran his lips along her jaw as he turned and slowly laid her back onto his bed. “Gracie… can I… can I touch you? Explore you?” He breathed.

A soft whine dripped from her lips and Gracie nodded her head as she arched her back to press into him, bring their bodies closer together. Thor's mind was swimming with every possibility of how this night was going to go, but he relished the moment of having his girl - his sunflower wrapped in his arms. 

"I need to hear you say it beautiful," he whispered against her skin, "please" 

"Thor kiss me, touch me, show me how much you love me," she breathed out, taking his face in her hands and attaching their lips together. 

He tried to stifle the groan that fell from his lips as his tongue found it's way into her mouth. His large hands slid down her body and found the exposed sliver of skin, tracing it with his fingertips and teasing her skin, living in all the sounds that came from deep within her.

“Is this really happening?” She whispered against his ear and Thor couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled up from deep within his chest.

“It really is, Sunflower,” he murmured back, drawing his fingers up her side as their kisses resumed once more.

Gracie giggled at the tickling trail his fingers made but her humour quickly turned to gasps of pleasure as he palmed her breast through her shirt.

“Off,” she insisted, “take it off!”

Thor didn’t have to be told twice. He gently helped her sit up before he removed her top, his lips instantly exploring any bit of skin he could reach. 

He moaned, feeling as Gracie ram her fingers beneath his shirt, following the planes of his abs. “Gracie…”

A low chuckle came from deep within his chest as Thor sat up and pulled his dark t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in his dark room. He peered down at the beautiful girl beneath him and shook his head once. A part of him was still in shock that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. 

"Fuck you're beautiful," she giggled, trailing her fingers up his abdomen lightly. 

A noise that was a mix between a laugh and a growl escaped him, "I should be saying that to you, my love," he mumbled, leaning down to press light kisses to her stomach, trailing them upwards as he explored every inch of her exposed skin.

“Well you can say that last part again,” Gracie smirked, which quickly turned into a gasp as his lips wrapped around her nipple.

“You mean, my love?” He asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

“I’ll say it until you are tired of hearing it.  My love,” he said, pressing kisses between her breasts as he move to tease her other nipple, each kiss punctuated by the words she’d asked to hear.

One hand slid down her torso and he teased his fingers along the waistband of her grass skirt drinking in the soft groans that she made.  Feeling bold and self-indulgent, Thor left her breast and trailed his lips up and across to her shoulder.  Pausing for a moment, almost in disbelief, he took in her form, the way she looked with eyes closed and head thrown back.  She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

He lowered his head once more, tracing the sunflower on her shoulder with first his lips  and then his tongue, earning himself more of her delicious sounds before he kissed his way back up to her mouth and captured her lips in a blistering kiss.

Thor felt as she fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, making him chuckled as he reluctantly pulled away from her mouth. 

“Do you need help?” He asked teasingly.

Gracie groaned and laughed, shaking her head as her arms came up and pressed on his shoulders, flipping him over. She settled her legs on either side of his hips and smirked playfully, peering down through her thick lashes.

"Nope, I can do it," she quipped back. 

Thor ran his tongue over his bottom lip and watched her work as his hands found purchase on her ribs, she popped the button on his jeans and grinned confidently. 

"God Gracie," Thor groaned, moving his hips up and pressing into her so she could feel what she was doing to him. 

Gracie hummed, and leaned down, bringing his ear lobe between her teeth, "What do you want, baby boy?"

“You, gods, always you,” he groaned as she ground her hips against his.

Shimmying downwards, she pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs, biting her lip at the sight of his obvious arousal.

“That’s not fair, you’re not…” Thor began to protest but Gracie stopped him.

“I haven’t finished yet,” she grinned, shucking off her skirt, the shorts underneath and her panties, leaving them both naked.

She stared at him for the longest moment, taking in all of him in his golden glory.  It was an unfamiliar feeling for Thor, being so vulnerable beneath the one who held his entire heart.

“Get back here Sunflower,” he joked but he knew she’d heard the secret vulnerability behind his words.

He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.

He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.

“Shit…” Thor’s head dropped to the mattress as he concentrated on the feeling of her hot lips on his skin. “That feels so good,” he murmured quietly, his hands slowly roaming any bit of skin he could reach.

Thor nearly whined when she stopped to say, “I like when you talk to me.” 

He pressed his body down into the mattress in any attempt to slow the burning that coiled in the pit of his stomach as she kissed a line up his jaw. 

“Don’t go quiet on me big boy,” she laughed, pushing back against him just to draw a ragged moan from his lips.

“What… do you want me to say?” He breathed. Thor held Gracie’s hips as he gently pressed upward, rubbing his cock against her.

“Shit Gracie,” he swore as she rolled her hips against him, sliding his full length between her legs as she crashed down against him for a kiss. “Keep doing that,” he breathed as she broke for air. 

“This,” she pushed back against sliding against him causing his whole body to stutter beneath her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt and even in his wildest dreams it compared nothing to this.

“Yes!” He moaned, trying to roll against her as best as he could. “That… a lot more of that.”

Gracie placed her hands on Thor's broad chest and pushed herself up, grinding her hips down into him and allowing a sultry moan to drip from her lips as a playful smirk made an appearance. Gods, she was intoxicating. Thor wanted to mesmerize every inch of her body. Every thought in his head melted away until all that was left was Gracie. Her piercing blue eyes staring down at him and showing him just how much she cared for him. 

Blue sparks flashed from his fingertips as he gripped her hips and rolled them over, pulling a giggle from her lips, "I need you sweetheart," he rasped, breathing in her scent as he nipped at her neck, "please," 

"God please," Gracie moaned with a grin, bucking her hips up into him and reaching up to tangle her hands in his hair.

"Anything for you,"  Thor teased against her lips as he lined them up and slowly pressed himself into her. 

She wined as he filled her, stretching her out over him as he gripped her hips and deepened their frenzied kiss. She wiggled and whimpered everytime a little spark licked at her bare skin rolling down over him over and over until Thor couldn't think straight.

As Thor bottomed out, he rested his head against her shoulder. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked quietly. It was the last thing that he wanted to do.

Gracie shook her head and breathed deeply, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "No I'm okay, you can move handsome," She smiled, trailing her hand down his spine to his lower back and pressing in, urging him to keep going. 

Taking his time, Thor shifted his hips back slowly before thrusting back into her, moving his lips from hers to press wet kisses down her jaw to find purchase on her neck, "Fuck you feel incredible," he mumbled into his skin as he bucked his hips gently back into hers once more. 

A deep groan fell from her mouth as she pressed her head into the mattress and closed her eyes, "I love you, Thor," she breathed, clenching herself around him and moving her hips up to meet his, "Fast baby, please"

He would do anything she asked of him. Thor wrapped his arm around her middle tugging her as close as he could as flipped them around and slid himself back so he was sitting. He helped her wrap her legs tightly around him as he continued to pump up into her, quickening his pace as she raked her nails down his back. 

She let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her back over his arm. Moaning as her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest and her legs squeezed him relentlessly.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, pistoning his hips into her willing body. 

“Thor! Yes! God, don’t stop baby,” she moaned.

She clenched around him with her pleas, forcing his head to fall forward just to hold out that much longer. He had no plans to stop for as long as he could tempt it. 

"Wouldn't dream of it," He groaned burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hand sliding from her waist to the back of her neck as he nibbled on her skin. The sounds of her mewls and whines muffled by the party going on behind his door. He felt her hands roam up his back knotting themselves into his hair and holding him firmly to her skin. Thor wasn't going to complain, he had noticed the heat of his breath casting waves of goosebumps over her skin over the soft pink marks his lips left on her body. A sight that only sent another jolt of warmth straight to his groin. 

"Want you," He breathed, "always." 

Gracie sobbed out another moan as his length hit that soft spot within her. Her words strained and punctuated with his thrusts as she whispered "Yours--always."

Thor was relentless, thrusting into her with strokes that kept her singing that beautiful tune in his ear. He could feel her body trembling as he tightened his grip, her doing the same in his hair. 

“I feel like I’m flying,” she whined, “do the sparks,” she begged and he obliged. Tickling his fingers across her nipples, tiny shocks of lightning licking at the sensitive skin driving her to the edge of bliss.

“You’re so close, sweetheart,” he panted, feeling the lightning crackle at her nerves. “Let go for me, create the perfect storm.”

Thor could feel her cunt fluttering and clenching around him as their sounds mixed together in the sticky air of his room. Sheer bliss took over as he slammed himself into her. With one last clench and a deep moan, he felt her let go, muttering praises under her breath. She buried her face into his neck as stifled a whine as Thor kept up his pace, chasing his own high. 

Tumbling over the edge, he spilled out with a ragged moan, peppering soft, wet kisses down her neck and over her shoulder, stopping to pay extra attention to the small sunflower. 

"You're perfect, Gracie," Another kiss, "And so beautiful," 

"Holy fuck, baby," she breathed into his ear, kissing where his jaw met his neck, "I love you Thor, so much"

“Say it again,” he begged. 

“I,” she kissed his collarbone, “love,” she licked a stripe of sweat from his peck, “you.” 

She peered up at him with her last words and the smile on her face nearly broke everything in him. He couldn’t live without that. He couldn’t live without her.

Thor held her close to his chest and slid down the bed, falling back so they were laying together, side by side and a tangled mess of limbs. He pressed his lips to hers in a lingering slow kiss, pulling a soft moan from her. 

Gracie pulled back, a seemingly permanent glowy smile plastered to her face that made pride swell in his chest for the simple reason of it being himself that put it there, "I could get used to this." She said softly her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline. 

He trailed his own fingertips along her arm, tracing over the leaves on her sunflower tattoo and sparking tiny blue flickers of lightening against her skin. "I hope so," Thor rasped, "because I have no intention on letting you go Sunflower." His gaze met hers through thick lashes, "I love you so much, whenever I see you I feel like the gods made a mistake promising me Thunder when all I wanted was Sunshine."

Gracie only smiled as she looked at him with heavy eyes. “Then I will be all of the sunshine you could ever need, Thunder. Always.”

Thor hummed and tucked Gracie as close to his body as he could, relishing in the feeling of having his girl, his sunflower, finally in his arms. The feeling of her thumping heart against his skin, her sweet vanilla scent coming through on her sticky skin. He didn't want this moment to end. 

Reaching up, he brushed his fingers through her dark hair, earning himself a soft smile as Gracie pressed a gentle kiss to his peck, "Whatcha thinking up there big guy?" 

"I'm just waiting to see if I wake up, " he mused, chuckling quietly, "this could have been one incredible dream and I'm going to wake up on the front lawn with no pants on, and Natasha taking pictures just to post in Shield's dorms, and you, you ended up dancing with Quill and falling madly in love, and I'm just the sexy naked guy who throws great parties" 

Gracie's musical laugh sounded through his room as she sat up, shaking her head at him, "Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm right here, and I'm all yours," 

"Ah that's exactly what dream you would want me to think," He pointed. 

"Just shut up and kiss me," Gracie laughed again, leaning down and pressing her lips back to his, smiling into the kiss.

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[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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Business

Slight mob!Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut

“Loki, when are you coming back to bed?” You asked, pouting as you fastened your short silk robe, stepping into Loki’s study.

“I’m just sorting through a few things dearest, soon.” Loki answered, glancing up at you before doing a double take, noticing your attire.

“Hi Thor.” You smiled, greeting Loki’s brother.

“Y/n.” He replied, swallowing thickly before his eyes quickly ran up your exposed legs.

“Are these things anything I can help with?” You offered.

“Come here.” Loki gestured, tapping his knee. Walking further into the room, you made your way to Loki, sitting on his lap as you looked down at the papers sprawled out over the desk. “The aim is to go from here” Loki began, placing his finger on a map “to here unnoticed.” He finished, pointing to the final destination.

“Hmm, unnoticed?” You hummed, wracking your brain.

“Yeah.” He nodded, kissing your neck.

“Dress as delivery men and use a delivery truck.” You suggested.

“That’s too obvious, sweet.” Loki answered.

“Then garbage men then, no one is going to check a garbage truck.” You shrugged.

“And where would we get this garbage truck?” Thor queried, you and Loki both glancing up at him.

“Loki has contacts everywhere.”

“Yes brother,” Loki smirked, “I’ve got contacts everywhere.”

“So that’s sorted then” you clapped, looking back at Loki as he wrapped his arm tighter around you “can we go back to bed now?”

“I’m afraid there’s still something else.” Loki sighed.

“Fine” you huffed, breaking out of Loki’s grip as you stood “I guess I’m going to have to just take care of myself then.” You announced, walking out of the room, both sets of Odinson eyes on you as you did so. “Goodnight Thor.” You spoke, touching his arm as you passed him.

Watching you for a few moments, Loki couldn’t help but stand up, following after you.

“This won’t take a minute” Loki lied, speaking to Thor “sit down, make yourself at home.” He called, leaving the room. Heading up the stairs, Loki was quick to catch up with you, leaving you yelping as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, practically carrying you to the bedroom.

“I said I’d be with you in a moment, couldn’t you have just given me that?” Loki spoke firmly.

“No.” You giggled.

“Right, bend over that bed.” He ordered.

You were quick to make your way to the bed, standing at the end of it before leaning over it, balancing on your forearms. Loki stood behind you, one arm snaking around your body to undo your robe. The thin material slipped off of your body, leaving you bare for Loki as he ran two of his fingers through your folds.

“Already so wet.” He noted lowly, fingers circling your clit slowly.

“I was getting ready for you.” You grinned.

“Yeah?” He smiled coyly.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Good girl, getting it nice and wet for daddy.” Loki praised, the sound of his belt unbuckling ringing in your ear before you felt him pressing his soft, thick member against you. “What do you want me to do?” He questioned, gripping his length and gently moving it through your slick folds.

“You know what I want you to do.” You answered, impatiently moving your hips backwards.

“Say it” Loki commanded, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance “say it.” He uttered.

“I want you to fuck me.” You almost whined.

“That’s a good girl.” He smirked, pressing himself into you.

“Lokii.” You mewled as he buried himself inside of you, every inch of him filling you before he pulled out. “Fuck.” You moaned as he gripped your hips tightly, thrusting inside of you again, harder this time, more purposefully.

“Such a tight little thing.” He lauded, one of his hands lifting and landing on your ass hard as you moaned louder.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You gasped, his balls hitting your clit as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

“Shh, we have a guest, remember.” He chuckled darkly.

“Lokii.” You panted, Loki hitting that perfect soft spot with each calculated stroke. “Feels so good.” You moaned lewdly as he grabbed your hand, guiding it to your clit prompting you to rub it.

“Quiet.” He instructed, loosening his tie before practically shoving it into your mouth in the hopes of silencing you but knowing it’d just arouse you further. You humored him, gagging on it as he continued fucking you. Your face was almost buried into the bed as you tried to remain balanced on one of your forearms.

Downstairs, Thor repositioned himself, crossing his legs as he heard what sounded like Loki spanking you. He tried to busy himself looking through the map on the table but it was useless.

“Are you going to be a dear and cum for me so I can continue discussing business? Hmm?” Loki asked, thrusts quickening. Unable to reply, you clenched your walls around him. “Good girl.” He smiled before pounding into you, unable to conceal his own groaning. Feeling your walls thrumming around him, Loki tore the tie out of your mouth.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, pleasure consuming you “m’ cumming.”

“Love, you’re soaking me.” Loki spoke, clearly amused as he slowed his pace, guiding you through your high.

“I-I’ll clean you up.”

“And how are you going to do that?” He questioned, still inside you. Reaching behind you, you tried to push him backwards. Realising what you were doing, Loki pulled out of you. Turning around to face him, you went onto your knees before gripping his hard, length, moist from your arousal. You moved your hand up and down it, Loki relaxing against your touch as you massaged his sensitive member. Opening your mouth, you guided him inside it, flicking the tip with your tongue as it entered. Hands on his hips, Loki closed his eyes as you gagged on his cock, hollowing your cheeks around it as you sucked on it. Unable to control himself, his hips involuntarily thrusted forwards, chasing your mouth as you circled the tip with your tongue.

“Are you going to let me cum on those pretty tits?” Loki cooed, feeling his orgasm approaching. Nodding, you replaced your mouth with your hand, fisting him to completion before he came, coating your breasts with his warm seed.

“My good good girl.” He praised, pulling you into a long kiss as if he just wanted to taste himself against you. “Go and grab me some clean trousers.” He spoke, breaking the kiss and slapping your ass as you turned around towards the wardrobe. “Thank you.” He added, taking his current ones off before putting the clean ones on. “Now, I’m going back downstairs and I’ll be back once I’m finished. You stay up here.”

“And what would you do if I came downstairs?” You questioned teasingly.

“I’d have to punish you.” He smirked.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You giggled.

“Right, where were we?” Loki spoke, entering his study again.

“I—um—I need to leave.” Thor stuttered, almost sprinting out of the room.

This is the Thor that was in the study alone 🤣

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 1)

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

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[the-iceni-bitch]

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕲𝖔 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖞?

𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

Relationship: merman (havmand) Thor Odinson c princess!reader

Words: ~2.2k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal and anal sex, size difference, multiple orgasms, double penetration), pet names, dub-con, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I know it’s not October or 2023 anymore, but let’s not all about that. Let’s just talk about the fact that Thor is big and beefy and has two dicks.

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You felt as though you didn’t have any tears left to cry while you stayed curled up in your bed. You could still hear your mother shouting at you through your door, though it did seem as though she was finally walking away as her voice was getting quieter. Perhaps she was finally going to leave you alone.

The thought of having to leave your home made you sob again in spite of your lack of tears. Leaving the sea and the cliffs you were used to and having to be surrounded by mountains sounded like torture. You needed the sound of the waves crashing against the towering rocks and the smell of the salt air as the wind carried its spray against your face. What were you supposed to do with the scent of snow and pine?

At some point your eyes drifted closed, and when you opened them again it was the middle of the night. The moon was reflecting off the sea below your window. You rubbed your eyes as you rose to your feet to open it, sighing at the scent of brine and frozen air made goosebumps rise on your skin. Another hour passed with you just staring at the ocean, the movement of the waves and the silvery light of the moon stirring something deep inside you. That was when you made your decision. You couldn’t be the wife to some king in a frozen, rocky wasteland. The sea was your life, it meant everything to you.

Your dressing gown slid to the floor so you were standing in nothing but your shift. A few steadying breaths were all you needed before you climbed out of your window and found purchase on the notches in the stone wall of your tower that you had scrambled down so many times before. Even though it was slick from the spray and starting to get icy, you still made it down in one piece. It was freezing, but it made you feel alive.

As soon as you reached solid ground you didn’t hesitate, running the few meters to the cliff’s edge and diving off into the empty air. Wind whipped around you for the perhaps three seconds before you entered the water and the shock of cold forced all of the breath from your lungs. There was no time to adjust, though, you had to start swimming. You breathed deeply when you resurfaced, your limbs fighting against the brutal push and pull of the waves as you made your way to deeper waters.

Every time your body was rocked by the waves your breath caught in your throat. It was like the sea was calling your name, desperately trying to pull you under and make you one with its murky depths. If you didn’t have a goal in mind you may have let it, but your eyes were fixed on the massive rock that rose from the waves a few miles from the coast, the one that was almost an island unto itself. His rock.

You were almost there when something wrapped around your waist and pulled you under the waves, making you scream as seawater burned your throat.

“Do not scream, kjæreste,” the sound of his voice immediately soothed you, your face tucking perfectly into Thor’s neck when he rolled onto his back and carried you towards the rock that was his home above the sea, “swimming in the middle of the night, there are far more dangerous things then I that rise from the depths at this hour, little princess.”

“I don’t care,” even in the freezing cold water he was warm, as was his smile when you peeked up at him through your lashes. “It would be better than what my mother has planned for me.”

“She still intends to marry you to the inland princeling, then?” Thor lifted you onto the slick black stone and climbed up after you, hushing you when you immediately crawled into his arms and buried your face in his chest. “My sweet little princess, you haven’t even met the man, you may like him.”

“No I won’t,” you gave him a stubborn pout. “I need the sea, I need you. I love you, Thor.”

“Little one…” Thor kissed the top of your head when you pressed your body even closer to his. “You may or you may not, kjæreste. Give it time. When you have been married to your princeling for a few years it will pass.”

“Don’t say that!” Your wail was truly miserable, your tears falling freely as you looked up at Thor with a wretched expression. “I don’t want to marry him! I want to be with you! Don’t make me go back, please.”

“You do not realize what you are asking, princess.” Thor stroked your hair and let out a deep sigh. “You would never be able to go home. You would never see another human being for the rest of your life.”

“I don’t want anything except you.” You clambered so you were straddling his tail, running your fingers through his golden hair and grinding against his sheath. “Only you, Thor. You’re all I need.”

“You are such a tenacious little thing, I do not believe I could ever say no to you.” Thor pulled you close and kissed you deeply, groaning into your mouth as he felt his cocks sliding from their sheath and growing hard under your ass. “You must be sure though, little one. You must tell me now that you can give up your family, the land of your birth, and all of your friends to be mine. That you will stay true even when I must stay beneath the sea for weeks at a time. Can you promise me, kjæreste?”

You felt your lower lip starting to quiver as you gazed at him. Of course you would miss your family and your friends, and the thought of not seeing them ever again gave you pause. But you really did love Thor. He was like the sea brought to life, and you could no sooner live without him than you could the sea itself.

“I promise, Thor.” You moaned into his mouth and fluttered your eyes when he kissed you deeply, one of his large hands gripping the edge of your shift and dragging it up your hips. The fingers of his other hand were suddenly filling your mouth and you sucked on them greedily, making sure to soak them with your spit as they muffled the sound of your voice. “I love you.”

“And I love you, little princess.” Thor smiled warmly as he dragged his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you again, his tongue tracing the curves of your lips as he slipped his spit-soaked fingers between the cheeks of your ass and teased them over the satiny skin of your asshole. “Just remember to keep breathing for me.”

Even though you nodded you couldn’t help but choke on your tongue when suddenly both of the trembling holes between your legs were full of him; your pussy with one of his thick cocks and your ass with two of his fingers as he stretched you in preparation. He swallowed each pathetic, desperate noise that fell from your lips when he started to move, cooing softly when your cunt fluttered around him and your fingers gripped his hair at the base of his neck. It was exceptionally adorable how quickly you turned into a whimpering mess once he started to fuck you, but he found it endearing.

You were very quickly starting to fall under the same spell you always fell under once he was inside you, murmuring nonsense words in between your whimpers while you struggled to move your body on top of his. He was so big, he always made you feel so tiny but never more so than when the two of you were locked together like this. The way he stretched you open to take him was almost painful from the strain but you secretly loved it, and when he removed his fingers from your ass and replaced them with his second cock you couldn’t do more than let out a garbled scream of pleasure as an orgasm raged through your body.

Thor took control when your body succumbed to the unimaginable bliss he always inflicted on you, kissing you gently in a way that contrasted beautifully with the sudden sharp and brutal movements of his hips. You were lost in a warm, gray haze when he rolled the two of you so he was on top, mumbling when you felt the sharp scrape of his teeth along your jaw as he fucked into you with abandon. Even in your incoherent state you still rolled your body to meet his, your breasts pressed against the smooth plane of his chest and your fingers clawing across his back as they struggled to find purchase on his slick skin.

Even though he made his home in the arctic waters of your country, Thor was so warm. Slippery and warm and large all over. It was addictive, like bathing in the volcanic pools and hot springs you had enjoyed in your youth. But in truth they were nothing like having Thor fuck you. Both of his cocks seemed to fit inside you perfectly, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your own body was almost as slick as his. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass, gripping your hips and massaging your thighs. Then suddenly they were holding your face tenderly as he kissed all the breath from your body and fucked you so deep you could feel him in your throat.

When he ground against your clit you sobbed, your pussy fluttering wildly and your asshole clenching around each of his cocks as he kept moving faster and deeper. Your eyes stayed fixed on his even as they grew glassy and unfocused, your lips moving as though in a silent prayer as he growled into your mouth and began to thrust even more wildly. Thor’s lips trailed down your throat as you squirted and writhed against him, the low timbre of his voice vibrating your whole body and making everything even more intense.

You let him move your body however he pleased, putting up no resistance when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. When he bit your shoulder you just whined, shaking when the sudden sharp pain drew another climax from your exhausted body. It had never been like this before. It had always been intense and passionate but not like this. It was as though he was doing everything in his power to make his mark on you, and you were accepting it without protest.

All of your focus suddenly snapped to the sensations between your legs, one final, practically painful orgasm ripping through your body and making you scream so loudly the rock shook from the sound. And then his cocks were swelling and stretching you even wider and you could feel yourself about to pass out, the sudden warm rush of his cum into the deepest parts of you finally pushing over the edge into pitch black emptiness. Thor sighed as he watched your body sag and your eyes roll back in your head, smiling at you and gently cupping your cheek as you slid into unconsciousness. He took a few minutes to enjoy the sight of your sleeping form before carefully pulling out of you, chuckling when your pussy and asshole clenched around the emptiness and his seed dripped from your wide-stretched holes.

He pushed you into a corner near one of the steam vents to keep you warm while you slept, kissing your forehead before sliding back towards the sea and silently slipping into the water. It didn’t take him long at all to reach the murky depths, swimming through the algae as he sought the underwater cave he needed. Brunnhilde was there waiting for him, grinning wickedly as she flexed her tentacles around the stone she was reclining on and toyed with a brightly colored anemone. It was rare that she traveled this far north, but they’re kingdoms were friendly, and the sea witch would always be there for her friend and whatever assistance she could lend to his sinister ambitions.

“I take it your little princess gave her consent?” She chuckled darkly when he nodded, swirling her fingers through the cold water and sighing when it glowed with her magic. “How many have you collected now, seventeen?”

“Nineteen.” Thor found his own rock to rest against, burrowing his tail in the volcanic sand and beaming at his friend. “One for each of the rocks in the bay. Though I do find myself growing incredibly fond of this one.” A seahorse made the mistake of swimming too close to the havmand and he snarled as he snatched it from the water and ripped it in half with his teeth before chewing and swallowing. “If I sacrifice the others do you think you could work up a spell that might allow me to keep her?”

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[lokisoffspring]

🐍 You come, Brother~

⚡ ... Wtf

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[perseephoneee]

𝓞𝓯 𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓷

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ bridgerton!loki au

content warnings: slow burn, regency era bs, eventual smut, mostly tension, maybe not entirely historically accurate bc i am rapidly researching everything

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ INDEX | playlist

prologue

chapter I

chapter II

chapter III

chapter IV

chapter V

chapter VI

chapter VII

chapter VIII

epilogue

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[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Due Diligence

Pairing: Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Monsterfucking, Size-Kink, Minors DNI!

a/n: i’m coming back to re-claim my title as “Queen of the Monsterfuckers” 🫣 “Dóron mou” means “my gift”. please enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

As you stare breathlessly up into the dark you wonder briefly if you are awake, or if this too is a dream. Above you, the gems embedded in the distant cavern roof wink like stars. The greedy sound of your lover between your legs brings you crashing back down into your body, his thick, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

“Watch, dóron mou,” Thor mumbles against you, dragging his wide, flat tongue through your slick folds. He repeats himself firmly. “Watch.” His massive palms span almost the length of your thighs, and he kneads them possessively, cutting his eyes at you from between your legs.

You force yourself to focus on him, dragging your bleary, tear filled eyes down to his.As a reward, Thor rolls your swollen, overstimulated nub between his teeth. You squeal in response, bucking agains his face.

“Good.”

One hand scrabbles for purchase on the stone ledge beneath you, the other sinking into his soft blond hair. You rock against him, unable to help yourself as he chuckles.

“My greedy little present,” he hums, and you feel his lips curve as he laps again at your clit. “Greedy…” he trails off as you whine, your thighs tighten around his head. You card your fingers through his sandy hair, gripping his horns with both hands as you rock against his face.

Slowly, he lowers you back down to the ledge, cradling you like a doll against his massive chest. He dwarfs you easily, looming over your limp body as he inspects the sticky mess between your thighs.

You twitch and mewl when he drags his fingers through your sloppy cunt, and he hums softly, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“Th-Thor,” you hiccough his name pathetically as he cups your chin, drawing his thumb across your trembling lower lip.

“What is it, Pet?” He asks, his blue eyes deceptively soft as he swirls his fingers around your clit. “Tell me.”

“P-please, I w-want—” You stumble over them clumsily, the words sticking together on your tongue.

“Oh dóron mou,” Thor croons, stamping one hoof against the stone in anticipation. “I know what it is you want.” You squeal as he presses against you, the thick, leaking head of his cock pressing hungrily into your belly. Though you have seen it before, you cannot help but peek down at the space between your bodies.

His torso is that of a man, still—mostly, the downy brown fur that covers his legs beginning just below his navel, growing thickly between his powerful thighs. His cock springs frol a dark tuft of fur, so thick around the base you couldn’t touch your thumb to your forefinger—something you had learned from experience.

A tremor of anticipation passes through you, and Thor’s nostrils flare.

“Come, my little gift. Let me feel you.” With one massive hand on your belly, Thor positions himself between your thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate the size of his hips. He presses himself against your cunt, groaning softly as he drags himself back and forth through your sticky folds. The head of his cock presses hard against your clit, and still more stars burst in front of your lidded eyes.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his hips bucking as his eyes go wide with pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips as he moves against you. “I wonder…”

You are not left without explanation for long, gasping as his cock presses against your entrance. You gape up at him, wide eyed as he begins to press forward. The burning stretch of his entry brings tears to your eyes. They track down your cheeks as you gurgle up at him, drawing red lines down his chest and with your nails.

You’re so full you’re drowning in him, gasping for breath as the tide of sensation drags you under. It’s so sharp it borders on pain, the pleasure tearing up your spine to burst over your skin in waves. Thor leans over you to stroke at your sweaty face with gentle fingers, his own eyes fever bright as he grins down at you smugly.

“I told you we would fit, Pet.” He swallows your breathless gasp of pleasure eagerly, and you taste yourself on his lips. “It just took a little… diligence.”

😈

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[unholyhelbig]

im in love with werewolf!kate

Title: Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot [5/?]

Summary: After reader is attacked by a strange animal in the woods, her world is flipped upside down. Now she must navigate a new life filled with strangers and myths.

Trigger warnings: Talk about werewolf transformations, crying, group interventions [?], and definate spelling/grammar mistakes

[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five]

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The compound seemed impersonal upon your second visit. It was nothing compared to the shitty apartment you had left earlier in the day. There were leaky ceilings and college students that would blast their music until dawn- but it had been home. It had been home, and this was anything but. This was an overwhelming smattering of scents that aggravated your already tepid nerves.

Without Kate close by panic began to bubble up in your stomach. Then anger. That anger that she had mentioned outside of your building was there too and though you didn’t want to admit it, you had to. Kate Bishop had ruined your life and the fact that you sought her out so heavily filled you with white hot rage. So why did you need her so badly?

In an attempt to ease your nerves, they had separated the two of you two seconds after you’d walked back through the doors. Word seemed to travel fast around here, and you took a mental note to keep your mouth shut in all situations. It had been over an hour since Kate was dragged away by Clint and that ache in your chest grew malicious.

“There’s an electrically charged fence around the bulk of the property but it’s 165 acres of pure natural land. There’s a lot of space to run, but there’s not much way to escape.” Wanda Maximoff explained things to you like a recipe.

She had taken you on the grand tour, though the house was mostly cleared out. It was clear that they were trying not to scare you. There was an array of smells, and each was distinct, though it was behind closed doors. There was an in-house gym and a myriad of offices and bedrooms on the second floor. There was a library too, one that had more books than the location on campus.

Wanda seemed like the best choice to give you the grand tour. Though, you had yet to meet more than Clint and Natasha, and a few others distantly. There had to be a reason that she was the one easing you into this. She smelled of cinnamon and that sharp metal scent that seemed to accompany them all.

You now.

You had stopped walking in the middle of the lush green yard. In turn, so had she. Her gaze was on you and sympathetic. There was a buzz to the fence, one that you could hear from the spot that you were rooted in. Leaves rustled and small critters made noises that you were not supposed to hear, but you could.

“Not much?” You let out a burning breath that you had been holding in. “Pardon me for being rude, but if it’s so secure how did Kate… get out?”

Wanda swallowed hard and closed the distance between you. She had a pitying look in her stare that somehow didn’t enrage you. Instead, it reminded you of your mother. Of course, she’d been the right choice. You could see that a mile away.

“Kate is an extremely powerful and reckless individual. She has an incredible amount of heart but sometimes that gets her in trouble. When you change, and you will change, you’ll understand the yearning a bit more. Usually, your wolf will be satiated with just feeling free- hence all the land. But sometimes there is an emotion so strong that there is no option other than to obey.”

“There’s an emotion strong enough to make her break through an electric fence and attack me?”

She snorted out a laugh, glancing up at the fading blue of the sky. There was a stronger chill to the air as the sun dipped behind the horizon. A fishbone moon was hanging in the air. It was never something that you paid much attention to before. But you were quite thankful that it wasn’t full. That wasn’t something you could handle anytime soon.

“Y/n, did Natasha mention that the two of us are together?”

“No, she didn’t.” You frowned, testing the waters “You’re so… and she’s so…”

“Oh, she’s an absolute hard ass. I’m well aware. She’d dumped her coffee all over the front of my shirt when we first met and apologized by paying for a new one. Natasha wrote her number on the side and wee dated for nearly a year before she told me her secret.”

The two of you started walking again, this time along a carved path that rested at the mouth of the backyard. Soon the grass devolved into underbrush and large stretching oak trees. Gravel crunched under the soles of your shoes. The rage shifted it’s way back into the small of your mind.

“I was taken aback, understandably. The woman I had fallen in love with sat me down and when I thought she was going to break up with me she told me she was a mythical creature instead. And I was mad. I thought she was lying and making excuses instead of being honest.”

Wanda let out a shaky sigh, one that was wracked with memories of what seemed to be a simpler time. There was a fondness in her stare that you craved in a selfish way. Because you wanted to feel that fondness for Kate, but it hadn’t quite bubbled to the surface yet.

“For almost a month, I didn’t speak to her. But on the night of the full moon, my curiosity got the better of me and I showed up at her house unprompted. It took some convincing. Natasha isn’t one for vulnerability, especially when that vulnerability is something that could cause me physical harm but I’m persistent.”

“You uh, I don’t know the terminology” there was a pause “you watched her become…”

“I did. And I’m not going to sugar coat this for you because it is not a pretty sight, and it is far from painless. But I believed her. Finally, I believed her and though I wanted to run there was a moment between the bones breaking and the screaming, where that honesty seeped out of Natasha like blood. I was her one. I was her person.”

Wanda laughed and shook her head. You’d made it a good way through the path and the sun had fully set behind the horizon, but it didn’t impair your vision one bit. You could see just the same, everything having a gray fuzzy tinge to it.

“Subconsciously, there is a pull in what we are. Natasha told me she knew I was her destiny when she spilled a caramel macchiato on me. And I love her, but I didn’t know just how strong that feeling was until I made the decision to change. To let her change me.”

“You willingly chose this?”

The question had slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you immediately felt guilty about the phrasing. Wanda reached and squeezed your palm with the coolness of her fingers. Comfort shot up your elbow and your shoulder until you felt all the warmth in the world.

“I did. It took a lot of conversation, a lot of planning but I was sure that Natasha was the only one and she was equally sure about me. So yes, I chose. And I am truly sorry that that liberty was stripped from you.” She gave your hand another squeeze. “The wolf that’s inside of you, that primal side is what took Kate over. It’s no excuse, her young naivety isn’t an excuse. But I know you feel it, and what you’re feeling right now is only a fraction of what she felt that night.”

That burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was utterly unbearable. It hadn’t gone away since Kate had bitten you. Not when you shoved cold lasagna into your mouth or swallowed three glasses of water. Nothing dulled the pain except your proximity to Kate.

“You’re saying that we’re destined to be together?” You scoffed, breath forming in a cloud.

“That’s for the two of you to decide.”

Wanda stopped in the middle of the path. She grasped your other hand and her solemn energy crept through her touch almost as if she transferred it directly to you. That burning ache in your stomach threatened to calm.

“This is a lot to take in, leaving everything behind and being thrown into the deep end of a world you don’t understand. But I am here for you and Clint is here for you, and so is Bruce and Peter. All four of us… all four of us were ushered into this life instead of born into it. Some by choice and some by chance. And regardless of how we got here, we know the struggle that it carries. We’re here, y/n.”

The room that was given to you was set up in the same beige colors as the rest of the house. Wanda had the same kindness that she seemed to always exude as she explained that you could paint and decorate however you wanted. It was yours, and despite this being a fancy prison, you could always make it feel a little less like a prison.

It was when you were left with your thoughts, did you become wracked with discomfort. The house was mostly silent. Wanda had explained to you the purposeful thickness of the walls. They were meant to dull sounds and form privacy. That- you were thankful for.

There were minimal scents in here and if you tried hard enough, you knew that you could relax. As long as you didn’t think about the fact that you had given up your scholarship, and your life with your friends and your family and your heart was pounding unforgivably in your chest until you were forced to sit up on the wrinkled comforter.  

It took a few moments before you realized that someone was knocking on the door. You stood, opening it despite your better judgement. Maybe it would be Wanda with her soothing nature again, or even Natasha to slap some sense into you.

Instead, it was Kate Bishop. She looked like a kicked puppy, her stormy gray stare boring into yours with enough apologies to last a lifetime. But you didn’t want to hear it. Not at the moment and probably not for the foreseeable future.

Though, you had to admit, everything seemed to simmer down with her familiar clove scent. Her hands were in the pockets of her pajama pants, and she held up a brown bag filled with fast food. The grease had soaked through the paper in dark splotches.

You hadn’t eaten since yesterday and embarrassingly, your stomach growled in response. It gave you away. Whatever was in that bag smelled absolutely divine. Kate tried to stifle the smirk on her lips in a comical expression. She had won.

The door opened wider as you stepped aside. “I know we talked about Italian on the bus ride over here, but the only place within sixty miles is a burger joint and I’m helpless in the kitchen.”

“This is perfect. Thank you, Kate.”

The two of you sat on the floor close to the double windows that led to a small balcony. At first, you were tempted to pull the curtains in front of them. It was easier to ignore the eyes that stared back in the reflection. Your own eyes but something different and carnal about them that you weren’t ready to confront.

Kate had supplied you with one of the messiest cheeseburgers that you had ever eaten and a basket of equally as damp fries. It was the best thing you had ever tasted. You were admittedly starving and had been since the moment you woke up.

“God, this is,” you used your thumb to wipe a bit of ketchup “This is good. Not enough to forgive you yet good, but fucking delicious.”

She cleared her throat “I didn’t expect one burger to get me in your good graces. But I figured you were hungry. It’s been a big couple of days.”

“If the next words out of your mouth are ‘I’m sorry’, don’t you dare ruin the bliss this burger brings me.”

She laughed, a beautiful sound. Kate moved from her spot on the floor to one that was next to you. She still gave you distance, a good couple of inches. Her back was against the side of the bed and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

Your reflections were distorted. Between you rested the moon. The real moon that you had noticed outside with Wanda. It was brighter than it had been, or maybe you were just closer. It’s pale light vibrated against your skin and filled you with a tingling sensation.

It wasn’t fondness exactly. It was like pulling a cozy blanket around you and basking in it’s effects. Like the room around you is cold, frost creeping up the windows, and the only solace is that small piece of fabric. The moon warmed you. You wanted to swim in it.

“How long do I have?” You whispered; Kate scrunched up her face into a half-frown. She looked at you. “Wanda told me about the first time she saw Natasha change. She wouldn’t go into details, and I don’t blame her. But it sounded… painful.”

Kate crossed her legs and picked at the fuzz on her socks. She successfully plucked two balls of lint off the pattern before she spoke. “My family is rich. It’s uh, it’s generational. They’ve always had the best in everything. The biggest homes, the fanciest clothes, the best cars. The strongest cellars.”

You weren’t quite sure where she was going with this. Part of you stifled your anger. You had worked your ass off through high school to just get the vague chance of a college education. All of that was shattered because of the girl next to you. All of that was something that you were starting to understand. That dull ache was thrumming in the pit of your stomach, ever eased by Kate’s presence.

“I’m sticking my foot in my mouth. None of that matters. Growing up with generations of lycanthropy and having it treated like a prize. It’s disjointing. My father believed that that pain made you stronger, and that embracing that rage instead of commuting it was the way to go. And I thought the same until I met Clint.”

Kate let out a wavering breath. She played with the rings on her fingers, twirling them around until there was a little red mark on her skin. It seemed to dissipate just as soon as it had appeared.

“I was thirteen the first time that I turned. And I begged, pleaded with everyone around me to do something, anything, that would ease the agony of that first transformation. I was met with the silent treatment. And… I was a child. I was a scared child that wanted comfort.”

You reached forward and placed a hand on her knee. There was an electricity that flowed through the both of you, a specific energy that buzzed in the same way it had with Wanda, but different somehow. Stronger and all-consuming. She placed her hand on top of yours.

“The night of the full moon, my father locked me in one of those strong cellars. There was no light, no comfort. Nothing but a musty prison that had a small window out of reach. It was just big enough to let in the moonlight. The walls, they were torn up and bloody. It was all I could smell and think about.”

Kate paused to pull in another breath. “For years, I was convinced that was the only way to do things. Embrace the pain and let it harden you. But things are done differently here, y/n. It’s not going to be easy, but you’re not going to be alone. You won’t be locked in a cellar to feel that pain. And I have no quarrels if you don’t want me there-“

“Kate,” you interrupted her, “I want you there. Because despite everything, your presence is reassuring and I think that’s what I’m going to need.”

She gave you a sad smile, yet somehow it was still endearing. There was an exhaustion that settled over you in the same moment. Your stomach was full, and your eyes were feeling heavy. Tentatively, you rested your head against her shoulder, embracing her scent and her comfort.

For a half a second, she tensed but melted just as you had. The silence was far from uncomfortable and you drifted into her protection, dropping into sleep with the sound of her heartbeat in tandem with your own.

The living room, despite it’s size, was filled to the brink with people that all turned their eyes to you upon arrival. You knew that this was coming, the introduction phase. It reminded you of college orientation without the stifling June heat that made it impossible to pull in a proper breath.

You still couldn’t draw in one correctly, not with this many eyes and this many smells. It was like ripping a band aid off and you were incredibly thankful that they had let you get a full nights sleep before springing this on you.

At some point, you had crashed on Kate’s shoulder on the plush carpet of your room. She’d moved you to the bed and you woke up there alone but well rested. It took you a few moments to gather yourself and shove the sadness of leaving your life to the back of your mind. There were things to do, people to meet.

Kate was next to you. She leaned on the edge of the closest sofa and let you take in everything- everyone- that lingered. One man stood at the forefront of it all. He was massive, well built in a way that his strength commanded the attention of the room. There was a kindness in his stare too, one that you admittedly admired right off the bat.

“Hello,” he said it so simply, reaching his massive hand out “I’m Steve.”

“Y/n” You took his hand and shook it timidly.

Steve glanced at the waiting faces around the room. Each one watched with bated breath for him to speak. You even found yourself entrapped by his mere stance. “Everyone, y/n is going to be staying with us for the foreseeable future. This is a situation that we have yet to encounter, and I expect each and every one of you to treat it with the respect and care it deserves.”

There were a few faces that you didn’t recognize, but they seemed to accept the decree. Kate’s hand found its way to the small of your back out of view of the others. It steadied you, though you didn’t know you were unsteady in the first place.

It was explained to you that you were quite the exception to the house. Wanda was clear about how this group had formed and nowhere was it stated that someone who had never turned before was here. Each and every person had a solid grip on who they were- what they were.

“Should we play an ice breaker?” A man that was spread across most of the middle seat on the section asked. He had darkened eyes, black hair that was spiked with an obscene amount of gel. “Two truths and a lie?”

Natasha smirked wolfishly “I like this game; Tony Stark is a humungous ass, Tony Stark is so full of himself he has six mirrors in his room, and Tony Stark wears sunglasses inside like a douche.”

“Second one is the lie; I have eight mirrors in my room and each and every one of them is necessary.”

You pursed your lips to stop the smile from spreading across your face. Natasha tossed a throw pillow and nailed him in the face. He shifted it into his lap, settling there with an eyeroll. Your view was blocked by a man that towered over you.

Steve was big. Tony was big. Clint was big. But this man was an absolute giant. He radiated a warmth that was unmatched and crunched you into a hug. Your cheek was pressed against his chest, and you gave it a pat.

“Don’t suffocate her,” Kate urged gently.

“My apologies Katie” He pulled back, keeping his massive hands on both of your shoulders “I’m Thor, you know, like the God of Thunder.”

“It fits,” You said with a smile.

There was a level of trust about him. Maybe it was his sheer size, or maybe it was his beaming smile that was nothing but genuine. He eased you more than most in the room. When he stepped aside, you were met with the last stranger in the room.

A man that seemed to draw within himself but still shook your hand with a practiced confidence. His button-down was wrinkled, his hair messy. He wore these thick rimmed glasses that enhanced his stare. There was a gentleness about him, a timidness.

“Bruce Banner, it’s great to meet you, y/n.”

They fit together like a family. All of these strangers that each had their individual quirks but were more than comfortable longing around, just existing in the same area. They’d all come from different backgrounds and chose to linger in this large house. They chose to be a group. A unit. A pack.

For a long time, America was the only one that was in your life, the only constant. Your parents were in the background; one worked too much and the other drank too much and neither cared all that much. Watching the way these strangers interacted, the community they created for themselves, made you feel like maybe it would be okay. Maybe all of this would be okay.

Steve cleared his throat and the room stilled, all eyes leading back to him. He scratched the back of his neck, uncomfortable with the attention for only a millisecond before he smoothed back into himself. “The full moon is in two weeks’ time. We know the drill, but y/n doesn’t. It’s going to be difficult and different, and we’re going to have to prepare.”

“I have drugs,” Yelena said. There was a silence that shrouded the room as everyone blinked dumbly at the woman. “What? Not anything heavy. But enough to sedate her!”

“We are not sedating her, we’ve been through this” Clint responded.

They’d spoken about this? Truthfully, from the accounts you had gotten from Kate and Wanda, you would be more than happy to take something to knock you out. Though it seemed important to feel the pain too. Almost like a right of passage.

“That is y/n’s decision to make.” Bruce said. He addressed you, making you feel less like an observer to your own fate. “One that you don’t have to make right now, might I add.”

Steve held his hand up, quieting everyone once more. “There are natural ways of doing things too. And trust us, y/n, we will break down every single option you have until you find a comfortable solution to the predicament. Don’t be afraid to ask questions.”

Your tongue was tied at the prospect, and soon the meeting was dismissed. They were weekly, you learned, and part of you didn’t mind. A house this size with that many people could get messy quickly without some sort of pecking order.

The library on the second floor was home to bound leather books that recounted the history of lycanthropy. It was warm up there, large windows letting in enough sunlight to show the particles of dust as they float in the air.

Not many people use this place. It was kept tidy but the scent that hung in the air was mainly aged paper and wood polish. You’d pulled one of the leather books from the shelf and curled up in the window seat. The pages were yellowed and brittle but filled with invaluable information.

This was the first moment in the last few days where your mind felt quiet. Your world was quiet.

Hours passed as you worked your way through literature, through Norse mythology of a curse, and pelts that would let men roam the countryside as wolves until they gained their lucidity again. There were diary entries from families that were descended from lunacy; the Bishops and Rodgers and Odinson’s and many more that you could not recognize.

You’d made it through two and half books before the light bouncing off the pages shifted to a vibrant orange of the sunset. You’d been left to your own devices for the day, and you rubbed your eyes, tired from the constant strain.

There was a quiet knock at the door and the scent of turkey filled your lungs. You blinked a few times. Steve leaned against the doorframe, holding a plate filled with a pile of potato chips and a sandwich. You’d again, forgotten to eat.

“I come in peace,” He said, entering the room and setting the plate of food on the table in the center of the room. He gestured to the other end of the window seat. “May I?”

You nodded, pulling your feet back and tucking them under yourself. “This is the second time in the last twenty-four hours that I’ve been bribed with food.”

 “It’s a love language around here. Learn anything interesting?”

“That a lot of werewolves are French and it’s much easier to be a one in the twenty first century.”

He chuckled and the sound was nice. It made sense that he was in charge. Being around him made things feel like they were solvable. The many answers floating around in your mind, the fears, could center into one concrete thing.

“The French gave us a bad name, I’m afraid. But you’re right about the second part. I wasn’t lying when I said that there are multiple ways to go about this.”

“Like drugs?”

“That’s one option, yes. Clint told me that one of the first things you were concerned about was keeping everyone around you safe.”

You nodded, pulling your legs up to your chest and resting your chin against them. The only reason you had gone along with all of this was to keep the people you love safe. That combined with the deep seeded feeling that all of this was real had lured you here, had kept you here.

“I’m trying not to be angry.” You admitted in a small, weak voice. “There is this deep rage that I could blame on whatever emotional distress these books outline. But nothing will change the fact that one minute I had a chemistry quiz due at midnight and the next I was waking up in a filth of rotted leaves and my own blood. And the only thing I can think about is that I have every right to hate her but I… I can’t.”

Steve was patient, silent in his ministrations. He turned a gold band on his ring finger around and around, much like Kate had. It was a nervous habit, something that soothed him, you supposed.

“I have always been able to handle anything that’s thrown at me. Always. Life has a mass of problems and those problems can be solved but this doesn’t feel real. It won’t feel real until I’m there but I’m- I’m scared. I’m so scared.”

You tried to smother the bloom of emotions in your chest, but it wasn’t working. There was an immense shame in cracking in front of Steve that you couldn’t quite explain but he seemed to have no quarrels about your tears or wiping them away with a calloused hand.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He said with a shaky breath “And you have every right to be angry. I would be angry. No one expects you to forgive and we certainly don’t expect you to forget. What’s happened is unfair. But we can ease that fear.”

You swallowed hard, throat dry “how?”

“Well, drugs” He gave you a weak smile, and you snorted out a laugh. “But if we want to do things old school, that’s possible. It’s recommended, really. This place is built for people like us, and even though right now it feels like a curse, like a burden, maybe fate intervened.”

Your head thud softly against the bookcase behind you, “Fate carries the last name Bishop.”

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_  HEAT OF THE MOMENT (AU masterlist)

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FEATURED PAIRINGS — Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Reader / Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Reader / Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Reader / Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Reader / Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Reader / Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Reader / Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Reader / Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reader AU INTRO — The local fire department, the famous and beloved Station 616, is just teeming with eligible bachelors... but not for long! Summers are for falling in love, after all.

CONTENTS AND WARNINGS — Modern AU, firefighter AU, crossover fic, language, fluff, mild angst, sexual content (ranging from mild to explicit), rom-com vibes, no use of y/n, each character gets their own Reader (not a poly fic), playboy tendencies, age gap, friends to lovers, workplace romances, enemies to lovers, allusions to divorce/troubled marriages, and possibly more as the stories are written.

NOTE — Each story is a three-part miniseries and can be read as standalones. I do not currently have any plans to write any more than what’s listed, but I will never say never. There is also no release schedule; I will post at my own leisure so please refrain from asking, thank you!

LAST UPDATED: March 31, 2024 STATUS: Coming Soon

PLAYING WITH FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Chief!Ari Levinson x Photographer f!Reader

Ari is the dedicated fire chief of Station 616 who runs the show with an iron fist and a heart of gold, but the one thing he can’t seem to get a handle on is his personal life—until the Station is partnered up with a new bright-eyed photographer for this year’s charity calendar photoshoot. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

MOTH TO A FLAME _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Firefighter f!Reader

There are strict rules to be followed in life, otherwise the world would descend to chaos, right? You insist on never dating a coworker, while Bucky insists on not dating at all. Well, fortunately for the both of you, everyone knows rules are made to be broken. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

FIRE AND WHISKEY _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Jake Jensen x Bartender f!Reader

It’s tradition that the entire squad heads down to the same local hole in the wall for any occasion, no matter what it is, okay? It has absolutely nothing to do with Jensen’s insanely obvious crush on the badass bartender, capeesh?  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

COMIN’ IN HOT _  ╰┈➤ ft. Small!Firefighter!Steve Rogers x Volunteer f!Reader

At just 5’4” and 95 pounds soaking wet, Steve is the scrawniest yet the most determined member of the 616 team. Often underestimated, he finds solace in a budding relationship with the part-time volunteer at the firehouse, who seems to see right through his physical appearance. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

BURNING UP _  ╰┈➤ ft. Fire Marshal!Frank Adler x Business Owner f!Reader

You are horrified when you head to work one day only to discover that your precious store has gone up in flames. And if that isn’t already terrible enough, it seems the crabby, unsmiling fire marshal assigned to your case is already convinced that you’re guilty of arson. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HEAT WAVE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Loki Laufeyson x Environmentalist f!Reader

Loki, the enigmatic and secretly sensitive member of the team, is dispatched to a scene across town, he’s not expecting anything out of the ordinary. Imagine his surprise when he finds a woman from his past, chained to a tree, and leading an environmental protest that is quickly getting out of hand. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WARM BEDS _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Lloyd Hansen x Teacher f!Reader

Lloyd doesn’t actually like teaching fire safety to snot-nosed brats, but he loves going on the prowl for his next one night stand with the single moms, teachers, and school administrators… until he meets his match in a new no-nonsense teacher, who remains frustratingly unimpressed in the face of his uniform and charm. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

HOT-BLOODED _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Thor Odinson x Grad Student f!Reader

You’re usually very level-headed, okay? You’re not usually the type to get into scrapes like this. All you wanted was a tiny bit of revenge on your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend… you didn’t expect your rage to get the better of you, nor did you expect the fire you set to his car to get so out of control.  Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

WORLD ON FIRE _  ╰┈➤ ft. Firefighter!Pietro Maximoff x Reporter f!Reader

Rumours begin to swirl around Station 616, calling into question the integrity of the fire department’s hiring policies. But when you meet Pietro Maximoff, the firefighter at the centre of all the controversy, suddenly the price of a potentially career-making story is no longer one you’re willing to pay. Part 1 ┊ Part 2 ┊ Part 3

NOTES — I cannot wait to share these with you!!! 🥰

#ari levinson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #thor odinson x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #jake jensen x reader #frank adler x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #firefighter au #au: heat of the moment #marvel fanfiction #chris evans character fanfiction

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Chapter 14

Summary: It's the new year! There's a new development in Reader and Wanda's friendship. Jean and Anna have a very important question for reader. And Rachel witnesses something special.

A/n: Hellllloooooo!! I hope y'all are having a good day. Anyone watch Love is Blind? Every season upsets me more than the last. Anyway, comment, like, reblog, and enjoy!

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By the time you stopped staying with Wanda, the pillow wall ceased to exist. The pair of you were comfortable enough to share the space together on the bed and not overthink it. At least that's what you told each other to be able to hold one another at night. On the Sunday that Vision was meant to come for the boys, he called Wanda early in the morning. You were confused and exhausted when you accidentally picked up the phone. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you answered the wrong phone. You quickly put it on mute and woke Wanda up. She had to put on a fake voice to try and match yours. It was a hilarious attempt and she had to hit you to get you to laugh quietly. You just climbed out of bed to use the restroom. 

When you came back, Wanda had her face in her hands. You rejoined her on the bed and she leaned against you once you were settled in. “Vision extended his trip. He said he'll pick them up next Sunday. Which, I'm okay with having them longer. Of course. I love them and I mean, they love you and Rachel so I'm sure that a part of them will be okay with it. But,” she shut her eyes and shook her head as you put your arm around her. “They're going to be so disappointed. I don't even know what I can say? What do you say to a kid when their dad would rather spend the holidays with his new family?” 

You frowned as you rubbed her arm. Even though you knew the question was rhetorical, you felt inclined to answer because you've been that kid before. “My mom wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't even make an excuse on his behalf. She would just distract me with so much fun that I wouldn't even know how long it was until I finally did see my dad.” 

“Do you think that will work?” She rubbed her finger under her nose. You laughed lightly as you shook your head. 

“No, definitely not. Those kids are too smart for that. But, I think I do know something that might work,” you began to remind her of the night before when the boys were bummed by the idea that they had to go with their father because they wanted to stay and have fun with Rachel. “Just say that you asked Vision to let you have the boys a little bit longer and he agreed to let them stay until school starts again.” 

And she took your advice, while you were in the shower, she went to the boys room and told them exactly what you suggested. They were so happy and they hugged her so tight she almost felt guilty lying to them. One of the hardest lessons she learned about being a parent was accepting that she did in fact have to lie to her children on occasion. She already had to tell them that she asked to have Christmas with them and they accepted that because Rachel was still in the hospital at the time and they knew their dad wouldn't take them to visit her. They were confused when they spent time with their dad's side of the family and he wasn't there but they had so much fun with their uncle Tony that it didn't matter. He chased them around and wrestled with them when Vision would have yelled at them for running and he would have punished them for playing around so much. 

The twins loved their dad but they didn't miss him. 

Wanda hosted a New Year’s Eve party that included her mom, the Starks, her brother and his family, plus her friends. You got to invite your friends, Steve and his partner Peggy, the new guy on the job site Thor, and Darcy. A girl you met on a dating app one time and the two of you decided to be friends after. It was rare for her to be in town because she is a political science major who is interning for doctor Jane Foster while she worked on getting her own doctorate. The internship had her traveling a lot. She brought Jane with her because she claimed that the woman was a shut-in. But with the way she almost instantly gravitated to Thor, you couldn't tell. 

You also invited Bucky, another work friend, and he brought a girl he'd started seeing a couple of months prior. A woman named Natasha. When she entered the house she appeared to be on edge. So did Wanda at first, you figured you'd have to ask her about it when you got the chance. After a bit, they both relaxed. 

Of course, Anna and Jean were in attendance as well. They kept wanting to tease you about co-hosting but with so many of your co-workers and your boss being there, they let it slide. You acted as a guest and the kids knew not to mention the living arrangement. 

“So, who are you kissing at midnight?” Darcy asks as she joins you outside on the patio. You needed a break from the party and it was a nice night despite the low temperature. “Me or the hostess?” She smirks then takes a sip from her blue disposable cup. 

You shake your head as you drink from your cup. “I’m not kissing anyone at midnight.” The kids were all in the boys room and you’d hate for them to run down the stairs and confuse them because you and Wanda kissed. They were already confused because one of the nights, Billy came running in from having a nightmare and caught you in the bed. Up until then, you and Wanda were telling them that you were sleeping on the couch. You got away with telling Billy that you also had a nightmare and he seemed to have bought the excuse as he climbed in and created space between you and Wanda so that he could snuggle with his mom. 

“Oh come on, that’s no fun,” Darcy nudges you. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss Agatha so you’ll have to kiss Wanda.” 

You narrow your eyes, “You just want to kiss Agatha.” 

She made a face as she laughed, “No, I just want you to kiss Wanda.”

“How much money is involved,” you ask, knowing the people that are inside. Darcy tries to deny that there’s a bet circulating around the party and eventually gives up. You look inside of the house through the windows on the doors and watch Wanda laugh as something her sister-in-law says. Things weren’t complicated with her but you were constantly afraid that they would become complicated. “I’m not kissing her so that you and whoever else is involved can win a bet.”

“Pietro was the one who started it so,” she takes another drink, “do you really want your boss to lose.” The look she gives you confirms your unspoken question of which side of the bet Pietro was on. You couldn’t believe that he bet that you would kiss his sister at midnight. You shake your head again and finish what’s left in your cup. 

“I need another drink,” you say as you get up from your seat and walk inside. Instead of refilling your cup, you toss it into the trash. Your eyes keep finding Wanda in the small crowd as you move about the gathering talking with the different people there. You liked getting to know Tony Stark but her laugh kept grabbing your attention. One of the times she catches your gaze and mouths a hello with a cute smile. You smile back and mouth, “Hey.” 

As it got closer to the countdown to midnight, you walked upstairs to check on the kids. All of them had made themselves comfortable either on a bed or on the floor. Luna and Rachel have taken the beds, the twins and Agatha’s son are on the floor. The tv was left playing a movie and you carefully turn it off since all of them are asleep. You put blankets over the three boys and tuck the girls into the beds a bit more. You don’t realize that Wanda is watching you until you look up to leave the room. You smile as you stand in the room of sleeping children and strategically step around them to avoid waking them up. 

You leave the door open a crack once you step out into the hallway, “I can move the girls out of the room in a little bit.” You whisper as you step closer to her. “I’m buzzed right now and would hate to drop any of them,” the truth is, you’d hate to wake any of them right now. 

Wanda looks at you with admiration as she continues to smile, “It’s okay. I think they’ll be fine for the night. I um, I actually wanted to warn you about something.” 

“There’s a bet on whether or not we’ll kiss tonight?” Wanda nods to confirm that’s what she was going to talk to you about. “What do you think about it?” 

She shrugs, “I think if we do, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like we haven’t before.” You nod. 

“But?” You anticipate. 

“But, I don’t want my brother to win,” she says mischievously. “Have you heard what side he’s on?” She asks and this might be the only time in your life that you don’t regret lying when you shake your head. The two of you walk down the stairs as you hear everyone counting down. 

“How are the kiddos?” Pietro asks as the countdown continues. 

“They’re all knocked out,” you inform him. He nods and is pulled in closer by his wife as they get to ten. You look around to find Jane and Thor gazing at one another, nine. Tony and his fiance, Pepper are holding each other close, eight. Agatha and Darcy each have an arm around each other's necks as they both face the television, seven. Mrs. Maximoff is sitting on the sofa with a big grin as she counts down, six. Howard is next to her with his head tilted back as he snores loudly and his wife Maria is next to him counting with a martini glass in her hand, five. Carol is kissing Val each second that is announced, four. Natasha is sitting on Bucky’s lap while he sits on the recliner with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, three.  Jean and Anna pull each other closer as they prepare to end the count down, two. That leaves you standing close to Wanda, one. 

“Happy New Year!” Everyone cheers as the countdown on the television concludes and they each exchange a kiss with their partners. You keep your hands yourself as you give Wanda an innocent chaste kiss on the lips. It’s quick, you’re not sure if anyone caught it. She smiles as she moves closer to her mom and kisses her on the cheek as she wishes her a happy new year. 

“Awe boo!” Darcy says as she digs for cash out of her pockets. The others that bet on you and Wanda sharing a kiss toss their money in the decorative bowl at the center of the coffee table. You wink at Wanda as Pietro shakes his head and puts money in the bowl. Wanda’s eyes widen ever so slightly before she continues to play dumb about the bet. The both of you fake being upset and make it clear that whatever is between the two of you is purely platonic. 

From the top of the stairs, Rachel hobbles back to Tommy and Billy’s room to hide the fact that she saw the whole thing. 

When Sunday comes back around, you get up early to get packed. School starts again on Monday so that meant you and Rachel didn’t need to stay with Wanda anymore. It sucks because you wish that you could have an excuse to be here longer but seeing as none of the kids will be in the house in the upcoming week, there isn’t a reason for you to stay. 

You hug the boys and thank them for being so helpful with Rachel as you say goodbye. They each give you a tight hug before running off to get ready for their dad to pick them up. Wanda called him early to confirm that he will be here for them in the afternoon. He sounded annoyed and convinced her to drop them off at his house since he was recovering from his trip. 

Wanda pulls you into a warm embrace to say goodbye for the time being. You’ve had to resist kissing her the entire week. You wished that you hadn’t done it on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t make it easy either. Too many times the two of you ended up too close to each other. Wanda was getting frustrated that you weren’t getting the signals that she wanted something more from you. 

When the pair of you pull back from this hug, you and Wanda hold eye contact for a moment. Both of you are considering leaning towards each other. That is, until Tommy and Billy start shouting at each other. Wanda sighs and steps out of your arms. “I’ll text you later,” you say as you grab your bag to take to the car. Rachel and her bags are already in your truck. 

You help your daughter out of the truck when you arrive at her mom's house and you only take one of her bags inside since you need to keep the rest at your apartment. Jean and Anna give you weird looks when you're inside and you're curious as to why but you don't question it. “I'll see you guys next Sunday,” you say as you're about to leave. 

“Hold on,” Anna says as she grabs your arm to stop you. “Can you um…” her words seem to fail her. 

“Do you mind staying for tea,” Jean finishes for her. You look between the two of them and notice that something is up with them. You fear that they're about to tell you that their marriage is over so you nod and allow Jean to drag you over to the living room. “So, we wanted to thank you for giving us some extra time to ourselves.” 

“Okay,” you drag out as you eye her carefully. “What's going on?” 

Jean gives you a nervous smile, “Just wait for the tea. Okay?” You nod and sit quietly. There's an awkward tension looming in the atmosphere. You were worried about what they're going to tell you and they are nervous to ask you something very important to them. 

Anna comes in with a tray of three steaming mugs a few minutes later. “You haven't asked them yet, right?” Jean shakes her head as she waits for her wife to get settled. You accept your cup of tea with a close mouth smile and nod. 

“Okay,” Jean starts as she sets her mug down. “Anna and I were wondering if you'd consider making another baby,” you’re about to laugh considering you just went through a break up, “with me?” She concludes. You spit your tea out at the absurd question. “I should have waited for you to swallow,” Jean says as she gets up to grab a dish towel to clean up the mess but Anna pulls her back down. 

“Are you crazy?” You ask as you set the tea back onto the tray. “You tell me that you can barely afford Rachel and you want to add a newborn to your expenses?” You shout in a whisper. You don't want Rachel to get curious and walk in and get excited about having another sibling. 

“Listen, we talked about that. With the budgets the three of us have come up with-” 

“And the GoFundMe!” Anna chimes in. 

“Yes, and the GoFundMe that we set-up for the medical bills, I think we'll be able to get that covered. And it takes nine months to make the baby. Anna and I can get to a better place financially in nine months,” Jean explains. 

“Can you?” You nearly shout out loud. “Look, it's not just nine months of you growing a person. It's doctors appointments, it's prenatal vitamins, it's baby clothes and toys and furniture. We got rid of all that stuff a long time ago. It's not like you have hand-me-downs.” With your pointer finger, you tap the fingers on your other hand as you list the reasons. “Not to mention how expensive IVF can be.” 

Jean and Anna share a look, “We weren't thinking about doing this through IVF. It's safer and more cost efficient to go the more natural route.” Anna is the one to suggest this. 

You stick your neck out and slowly blink as you widen your eyes. You cannot believe what you're hearing. “You really just suggested that I fuck your wife?” 

“You don't have to be so crude about it,” Anna chides. “I plan on being present and it wouldn't be wrong for you to fornicate with my wife. It's purely for reproductive purposes.” You cringe at the medical terms she uses to describe the act she is asking of you. It makes you want to throw up. “I don't understand what is so difficult about it, you've done it with her before.” 

You slowly close your hands into fists, not because you intend to use them but because air was the only thing you could grasp without hurting yourself. “I was in love, we were in love. Rachel was created from love.” 

“And this baby would be too,” Jean argues. “We care deeply about each other, Y/n.” She tries to take one of your hands in hers but you recoil, disgusted by the touch you once found comforting. 

You shake your head, “That's not the same and you know it.” You take a few breaths to calm down before you get too worked up and as your mind clears from the shock, you are able to come up with a reasonable argument. “You two might be ready to have another kid, but I'm not ready. I can't take that on financially or even emotionally right now. Besides, there is so much that happens during their first few developing years that I wouldn't want to miss when passing them back and forth.” They share another look and you already know they've thought about a crazy solution to that. You're starting to think you should just leave. 

“Well, we were thinking that you don't have any parental rights to this one. So that we can have a kid that's ours full time. We really want a baby that we can raise together that's just ours and we chose you to help us with that.” You scowl at this, they're actually asking you to not be present in the life of a child that you're supposed to help bring into this world. You couldn't believe it. “If you think about it, we can't have kids on our own and I really want Rachel to have a sibling that comes from both of us. You've said it yourself, half siblings aren't the sa-” 

“Don’t even. I was a kid when I said that! I would never say that now. I love Kate,” you interrupt. “She is my sister.” 

“Okay, fine, whatever. You still felt that way at one point,” Jean snaps, annoyed by your lack of support. “You can go off and have as many kids as you want with whoever you want. We only have so much time to do this and we used to talk about having another kid.” Jean tries hard to convince you that this is a good idea but it only sounds more and more bizarre. 

“When we were together,” you remind her as if she was an idiot. At this point, you're starting to wonder. “Those plans disappeared the second we signed the divorce papers.” You look between the women that you have tried again and again to support and defend. When Jean introduced Anna to her parents, they weren't accepting of the relationship at all. It took you the better part of a year to get her parents to tolerate the relationship. They still held out hope that you and their daughter would reunite at some point. They knew a few couples that split up only to marry each other again a few years later. Then came the wedding last February, Jean's family didn't want to attend because they didn't want to believe it was happening. You made sure they came. 

Now here they are, asking more out of you. With what return? What do you get out of this other than a few traumatic nights and a child you won't be allowed to raise but know is part of you? Then you think about Rachel and how when she would play with her baby dolls, they weren't ever her children. They were her siblings. You've had many talks with her in the past about why she doesn't have any siblings and she has expressed how she doesn't want to be an only child. You put your face in your hands as you realize that she's already ten and she'll be eleven soon enough. You had thought your eight year age gap between you and Kate was pretty big, and when you thought about having kids you always saw yourself having kids with small age gaps. That was until you had Rachel at seventeen. 

“We're not expecting an answer now,” Jean finally says. “Just please, consider it before you say no.” 

You sigh as you can't believe that you're actually going to think this over. “Okay,” you rise and walk out of the house. You drive to the nearest liquor store, the one you met Wanda at and buy a couple of bottles of the vodka she had suggested. As soon as you got home, you drank until you passed out to forget about the asinine request. 

You overworked yourself all week, being the first one on site and the last one to leave. Someone needs to be focused on paying off those medical bills and not trying to rack up more of them. The work keeps you from thinking about what Jean and Anna asked. You couldn't believe that is a real idea they discussed and thought was okay to run by you. When you got home, you had a bottle of vodka with a side of instant noodles. 

On Friday, your coworkers, Bucky and Thor, ask that you join them on a night out and you accept. You invite Steve as well because Bucky took a liking to him but wasn't sure if he could invite the guy himself. You thought it was funny that he was being weird about it but you didn't catch how flustered he was when you informed him that Steve accepted the invite. Then Thor requested that you invite Darcy and her friend. He tried to play coy but you know that he really liked Jane. He was just the idiot that forgot to call her the next day. He claimed that he waited too long and now he needed your help. You didn't mind extending it, he was a decent guy from what you've gathered. 

A couple of hours later and  you're drunk enough to start spilling your guts. Starting with how much you miss Daisy before getting into the real problem. Jean and Anna's request. Shocking everyone at the booth. The guys all agree that you shouldn't do it but Darcy plays devil's advocate and says that she knows someone that could help at no cost at all because they owed her a favor. “It's not just the sex that's the problem, Darcy,” you try to explain. “I can't just pretend it's not my kid. If I were someone that didn't mind that kind of thing, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not that person, I would want involvement.” 

She puts her hand on your back and rubs soothing circles. It would be comforting if it wasn't her touch. You begin to yearn for Wanda’s touch again. You didn't realize how much you missed it. There is a loud group of people that are being disruptive and it puts you in a bad mood as you start to miss the Hub being your go to. You doubt Phil would let you step into that building ever again. 

“Anyone want more? I'll get the next round,” you stand up even though you barely can and Darcy takes notice as she quickly joins you. Buck and Steve have engrossed themselves in a separate conversation. Jane and Thor were practically eating each other's faces. She gave him the cold shoulder when she arrived but he was able to crash through her walls pretty quickly. 

While you wait at the bar for the drinks, someone falls against Darcy and she complains about her arm hurting. That triggers something protective in you and you grab the person to try and get them to apologize. They spit in your face and you shove them. Your friends are quick to escort you out of the bar before you get into something you'll regret. 

“Give me your phone,” Darcy says as she digs through your pockets. 

“Hey, that's my phone,” you try to grab it but you're really out of it. Bucky and Steve are both holding you up, they didn't realize that you had drank so much. They exchanged worried glances as they held onto you. Thor and Jane were busy trying to calm the person you pushed. 

Wanda’s week was quite uneventful. She worked quietly on the project she was assigned. With the spare time she has in her day, she worked on her passion project. The dream house she one day hoped to build on a land she's trying to buy now. She doesn't want to continue to be limited by this house. The house that's so full of nightmares. There were good memories here, like the boys learning how to crawl and eventually walk, but it wasn't enough to erase the negative energy that has embedded itself within the walls like black mold. 

She was planning on inviting her girls over on Friday but she really only wanted to be hanging out with you. Because of that feeling, she invited someone to sleep with instead. She needed to get you out of her head. You were starting to consume her every thought. Even when she worked on the plans for her dream house. Would Y/n like this much natural light if I add this wall of windows? Wouldn't they like a woodworking space, like my father had? Maybe Rachel needs a room… she dropped her pencil and scrapped the paper. She didn't need to be thinking about that. 

Wanda was kicking the girl, Jessica, that she had over when her phone started ringing. Her heart jumped at the goofy picture of you with the caller ID that you had set, covering her screen. “Hey you,” she greets as she shuts the door. “What's up?” 

“Wanda, keep it in your pants.” Wanda moves the phone from her face as she doesn't recognize the voice. It was still your contact information. “This is Darcy. We met last week,” she says with an urgency. This gets Wanda’s heart to race with worry. 

“What's wrong with Y/n? Why are you calling me from their phone?” She asks as she searches for her keys. Ready to be driving to the hospital. 

“They're fine for the most part. I think.” She goes quiet for a second. “Look, they're really wasted and I was wondering if you could pick them up?” Darcy asks nervously. “No stop! Hey! Y/n, don't do that! Steve, Bucky, get them!” Darcy shouts away from the phone but Wanda can hear everything she says. Wanda shakes her head. So far she hadn't known you to be the drunk type. She'd seen you have a few drinks and get a buzz but she hasn't seen you in such a state that your friends have had to parent you. 

Wanda sighs, “Text me the location. I'll be there as soon as I can.” 

“Okay, thank you,” Darcy sounds distracted. “Damnit, Y/n, why do you have a flask! Stop drinking!” Is the last thing Wanda hears before the call drops. She sits in her car for a few minutes before she receives the text of the location. It was a bar close to her house and she was there in no time at all. She doesn't even have to get out of the car to help you inside because Steve and Bucky shove you into the front seat. 

“Wanda!” You say happily as you realize whose car you've been dumped into. Your eyes are closed but you recognize the scent you had been wrapped up in for two weeks. “Where's Wanda? I want to say hi,” you mutter as you start to get sleepy. 

“Here's their phone,” Darcy says as she stands at Wanda's side of the car. “Don't let them call or text anyone. They're going through something with the ex and you have to make sure that they don't say something they'll regret.” 

Wanda is confused, “What happened between Y/n and Daisy?” 

“Oh no, honey,” Darcy smiles, “Not that ex. This is baby momma drama. You'll have to ask Y/n about that one in the morning. It's not my place to go into the details.” 

Wanda nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for calling me. Does anyone else need a ride, I'd be happy to -” 

“Nope, we're good. Just focus on Y/n. Maybe try to get some water in them.” Darcy taps the car. “Good luck,” she waves as she rejoins the group on the sidewalk. Wanda drives you back to her house and helps get you inside. She didn't realize how heavy you could be when you're not holding your weight yourself. But she manages. 

“I’m sorry I drank too much, Wanda,” you mutter as you lean against her on the sofa. She was trying to get you to drink some water before she attempted to move you up the stairs. 

“That's okay, just drink this now,” she says as she puts the plastic cup against your lips. You take a sip and nearly spit it out as you show your disgust. 

“Poison,” you exclaim. “Gah, what is that? It's awful,” you say as you lean away from it. 

“It's water,” she leans closer to you. “Drink it!” She demands. 

You make a face and take the cup and chug the whole thing. “I think my body is rejecting it. I need to chase it down with something. Do you have any vodka?” You complain and Wanda shakes her head. 

“What did Jean do to you?” Wanda asks herself and you laugh maniacally when you catch her name. 

“She wants my baby,” you answer. And Wanda is concerned that there is going to be some sort of custody battle. She can't think of why there would be. Unless Jean has a better job opportunity somewhere else. 

“She can't take Rachel from you,” Wanda says as she gets up to refill the cup. 

“Not that baby!” You shout. “My other baby. Er. A new one. She wants a new one and she doesn't want me to have it.” Wanda relaxes a bit, still confused but at least it's not something that will necessarily disrupt Rachel’s life. She walks over and claims the cup of water is vodka. You drink it as if it was the first drink you’d ever had in your life. “That’s the good stuff right there, what’s that brand?” 

She is standing in front of you as she waits for you to finish the beverage. “I’ll tell you in the morning so that you don’t forget.” When you’re don’t she reaches for the cup and instead of handing it over, you grab her by the wrist and pull her to land on top of you. She tries to push herself up but you catch her lips in a sloppy kiss. “What are you doing?” She whispers as she pulls away. 

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” you reply. 

She shakes her head, “You’re drunk.” 

“So?” You ask as you try to kiss her again. This time she is able to slip out of your grasp. 

“So, this isn’t happening,” Wanda doesn’t go into how she’d be taking advantage of you since you’re so wasted and she hasn’t had a drop of alcohol all week. She doesn’t remind you of why you rejected her before or mention that she refuses to be a rebound for you. “Let's get you to bed,” she says as she lifts you up by your arm. You shake your head, disappointed by the rejection but comply. 

You're a little wobbly as you walk up the stairs. Wanda is closely behind you to ensure your safe ascent. You stop in front of her open bedroom door. Uncertain if she wants you to stay with her. But you decide that it's not her decision to make. So you move to the guest room. Wanda doesn't argue as she collects a bottle of painkillers and fills the cup again. She leaves the items on the nightstand beside you. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. You snored softly and Wanda was surprised because you never snored during the time you stayed with her.

“I'll see you in the morning,” she says while she flips the light switch off and shuts the bedroom door. Wanda grabs the pillow that smells like you out of her closet and sets it on her bed before she gets in her pajamas. She crawls into bed and clutches the pillow to her chest as she inhales your scent in order to fall asleep.

Chapter 15

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Loki's Silent Sentry (Part 4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Pairing: Loki x female reader (ofc)

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

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

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

Warnings: Angst, arguing, Thor trying to be a better brother, Odin being a terrible father... I lied about the fluff... it's not in this part lol but it's coming I swear 💚 I know this part is short but it was getting way too long so I keep breaking it up

"No! He can't do this," you think angrily. Your mind is spinning and your heart races. How could he take this away from his own son.

"You dare to tell me what I can and can not do!?" the king asks in a booming voice and you suddenly freeze.

You look at Loki, his eyes filled with fear and realize you didn't think that, you said it out loud. Odin slowly takes a step forward and you fight the urge to turn and run.

The only sounds you can hear in the crowded room are Odin's heavy footsteps as he decends the stairs and the pounding of your heart. Loki slips his hand free from yours as his father comes closer, he moves to stand in front of you protectively. It does nothing to stop the king, however, his eyes are fixed on you.

The king glares at you and says, "This does not concern you."

You don't know what gives you the strength or courage but you find yourself taking a step forward so you are next to Loki. He glances at you and you can tell he is obviously worried but you stand tall in front of the king and the whole council. You take Loki's hand again and answer Odin, "This concerns me because your ruling effects Loki's future and I care about him, unlike you or would seem."

Loki pulls you closer to him and further from his father but neither of you back away from the king.

"It is now becoming even clearer why we need to update the marriage law," Odin states, looking at the members of the council. He looks directly at Loki, "The prince does not understand his duty to this kingdom and that marriage is not to be taken lightly." Then he looks at you, "And you do not know your place."

"My place is with your son," you tell him.

"And my place is with Y/N," Loki adds in agreement.

A council member to your right says, "Prince Loki, you may think your place is with this soldier but you have a responsibility to follow the king's orders, as do we all."

You feel your chest tighten, you already know the answer to that question. You had spent many nights wondering if you were good enough for Loki.

"Is this really about my obligations as a prince?" he asks the council, "Or do you simply not think Y/N is worthy of my hand in marriage?"

"Lieutenant is barely an officer," an older woman says.

"If we take into account her family's years of service and the ranks they reached, we can easily assume she will at least rise to major like her parents before her," a younger man counters.

"Not for many, many years," another man responds.

"The law only states that a soldier must be a captain, that's clearly an obtainable rank," a woman you barely recognize defends you.

"But she is not yet a captain," someone argues. The chatter and disagreements begin to mix together and become louder as each person fights to have their opinion heard.

You keep your hand in Loki's, holding onto him to keep your bearings as you try to follow the numerous conversations. He squeezes your hand gently and you look up at him. He tries to give you a reassuring smile but you can clearly see he is as nervous as you are. None of this has gone the way he had planned and you are both terrified of what could happen.

"Enough of this!" Odin raises his voice, causing the room to go quiet in an instant. "I have made my decision."

"Father, please. Don't do this to us," Loki begs his father but the king seems unphased by how much he is hurting his son.

"Your highness-" you start but can't finish your thought.

"One more word from you..." he threatens and you become quiet, moving closer to Loki.

The queen moves forward, you had almost forgotten she was in the throne room as she sat quietly and observed the arguments. You and Loki both look at her with a mixture of hope and desperation. Is she going to overrule the king as she had when he wanted to send you away? Does she have a clever suggestion to keep you together? Is she going to agree with her husband? Your mind races as you wait for her to speak.

"I wish to hear what Lieutenant Y/L/N has to say," she says calmly.

Odin turns to look at his wife and something in his demeanor changes. You can't tell if he loves his wife but you can see he respects her enough to not challenge her in front of the council. He looks back at you and waves his hand slightly, "Very well, but these will be your final words in my presence."

You swallow hard and Loki squeezes your hand again to make sure you know you have his support.

"I love Asgard and I have dedicated my life to serving the crown and this kingdom," you begin, unsure of where you are going. "I admit, I am at a loss to discover that this means little to you. I have fought to protect the Bifrost, I have shed blood defending our outposts, I am willing to die in place of the royal family as a sworn sentry. Does this truly make me less worthy of marrying Loki than a woman who was born into one of the council families purly by chance?"

The members of the council begin to whisper again, discussing the question you posed but your attention turns to Loki. You keep your eyes locked on his and tell him, "I don't know what will happen but I need you to know that I will never stop loving you, even if they pull us apart."

"I will never let them take you from me, I promise," he says and you believe him with your whole heart.

The queen nods when you look back towards her but she looks heartbroken for her son and you fear she won't interfere again.

"Now, let us put this nonsense behind us and-" the king begins.

"Wait," Thor interrupts him as gasps spread through the crowd. Now it is Thor who approaches the edge of the throne. Odin glares at his oldest son but says nothing, allowing him to continue.

"I think it would be wise to explain why you truly want to disregard the existing law," he says.

"I have made my opinion on the matter perfectly clear and above all else, it is simply outdated," Odin answers but you can tell the council members are not sure that is the whole truth.

"If you do not tell them," Thor threatens calmly, "I will."

"What are you talking about brother?" Loki asks, his voice full of confusion.

Before Thor can respond, Odin says, "You will do no such thing."

Thor pauses for a moment as if weighting the pros and cons of disobeying his father and you hold your breath while he decides. He avoids Odin's stare and looks at you and Loki. "Loki," he starts.

"Stop this now," Odin commands.

Thor doesn't stop, "We knew about this law, we have for years."

"What?" Loki takes a small step back in shock. "You knew and you said nothing? Even after you knew how I felt about Y/N?"

"Yes but there was nothing to be done," his brother explains. "Even if I had told you, you would still never be allowed to marry her."

"Why not? Why are we being punished?" Loki asks desperately looking from his brother to his father and back at Thor.

"You are not being punished, you are being used as a pawn," Thor says, looking down as if he is ashamed to admit the truth. The queen looks to Odin, her eyes full of questions. The council begins to whisper again as they attempt to figure out if anyone knows what Thor is referring to.

"A pawn," Loki repeats, his eyes unfocused as he stares at the floor. You hold him tightly, hoping to bring his attention back to you.

"Everyone out!" Odin orders the council to clear the throne room but no one moves.

"What is Prince Thor saying?" one person asks. "A pawn in what game?" asks another. Dozens of questions fly through the air until Loki finally looks up again.

"Brother," he says and the room goes silent. "Please, tell me what you mean? That I am to be used?"

"I'm sorry Loki," he says and your heart pounds faster. "You can't marry Y/N, because you have been promised to another."

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marvel soulmate series ✨

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (slow buuuuuurn)

Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on  your long term  boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t  you. Since  living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out  at the  advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to  reside  in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates. 

[00]: Welcome Home

[01]: Rebound Sex

[02]: Mismatched

[03]: Back Up Plan

[04]: Be Nice

MARVEL ONESHOTS

Sharing is Caring [Bucky Barnes x Reader] [1,262 words]

Fate is Definitely Drunk

[Steve Rogers x Reader]

Summary: Everyone has the words their soulmate will first say to them written on their skin somewhere. You have the most average words in the known universe so you assume you’ll have a soulmate that matches that. Fate ain’t happy you underestimated her.

[one] [two] [three]

The Asgardian Way

[Thor Odinson x Reader]

Summary: When a human hits puberty they get the name of their soulmate written on their wrist. You got the name of a mythological figure and assumed it meant his parents were real big fans of Norse legend. Then aliens fell out of the sky and everything changed.

Interwoven, but Tangled

[Sam Wilson x Reader]

Summary: The red string of fate connects the pinky of one soulmate to the pinky of the other. Not everyone can see them, but since you had this rare gift you figured it was your duty to make sure as many soulmates found each other. At the very least, you could make sure your friends found their special person. What happens when your best friend’s boyfriend isn’t her soulmate though?

[one] [two]

The Color of Blood

[Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

[one] [two] [three] [four]

Stolen

[Tony Stark x Reader]

Summary: You were an imposter. You were desperate. You were trapped with no other way out. The fact of the matter was, you hadn’t been born with words on your skin, but now you were wearing the words of a dead girl. How far would you go to save someone you loved?

[one] [two] [three]

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