#thor odinson x yn

[happy74827]

All I Wanted Was You

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.

WC: 3540

Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}

So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)

And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭

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They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.

So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?

You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.

You're left with nothing but your fear.

Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.

The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.

Thor.

He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.

The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.

You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.

So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.

Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.

But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.

The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.

Safe.

The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.

He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.

Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.

You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.

But Thor, he was extraordinary.

The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.

He was everything you were not.

It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.

Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.

Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.

That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.

That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.

Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.

And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.

You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.

He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.

But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.

Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.

It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.

A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.

Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.

But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.

That's when everything began to blur.

You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.

It all came crashing down.

Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.

If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.

Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.

Stay behind him.

Always stay behind him.

Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.

Then, to run.

Run.

Run.

Run.

The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.

His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.

Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.

All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?

No.

He was not.

As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.

The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.

You were launched out and onto the floor.

It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.

The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.

That's when the creature turned his attention to you.

You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.

You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.

The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.

He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.

When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.

And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.

All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.

The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.

But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.

The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.

The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.

Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.

“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"

A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.

Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.

There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.

You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.

But, your body trembled in fear.

Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.

“I think not. We have use of her."

He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.

Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.

Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.

He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.

You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.

And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.

In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.

But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.

The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.

Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.

Everything.

It was Thor.

Your Thor. Your everything.

He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.

The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.

Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.

He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.

He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.

The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.

Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.

It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.

You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.

You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.

But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.

You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.

You could see it all.

And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.

Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.

You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.

It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.

“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.

He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.

When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.

Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.

And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.

They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.

Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.

The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.

You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.

“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."

The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.

"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."

It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.

He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.

Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.

His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.

More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.

But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.

"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."

Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.

"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”

The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.

Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.

Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.

You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.

You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.

Run.

Fight.

Scream.

Just do something.

But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.

But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.

To stop it from hurting.

He couldn’t.

All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.

All he could do was stare and scream.

It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.

It was worse than anything.

It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.

It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.

And it was all because of you.

That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.

The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.

Everything after that was darkness.

No memories, no thoughts, nothing.

Just darkness.

All he wanted was you.

All he needed was you.

And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Asgard's Greatest Lover [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: An offhand comment leads to a salty trip down memory lane. (w/c 1.4k) Warnings: Squabbling. D*ck measuring contests to fluff. Implied smut references.

“Loki, she’s looking over-” Despite best efforts to ignore it, the meaty elbow jostling the god’s ribs made him wince. “Loki, look, in the stand yonder. She’s looking, Loki- look” Thor boomed excitedly, bouncing in his seat. “Will you desist?” Loki spat, hissing under his breath.

He could feel blood warming his cheeks, the volume of Thor's attempt at subtlety making him wish a portal would swallow him whole. He shouldn't have come. He didn't even like tennis. And yet, as always, here he was. With his public embarrassment of a brother. Loki grimaced as Thor began to point.

“But look hence...she noticed you! Perhaps she wishes to bid us good day.” He began to raise his arm, the start of a floppy wave which would likely be seen from space. “Wave, Loki- look, brother, see-!” Loki’s hand shot out, forcing the over-excited gesture down. “She’s wondering if you have utterly lost control of your faculties, brother;” Loki snarled, trying his best to look menacing. “As am I.”

Thor chortled, straightening a muscle vest which was three sizes too small. “Oh, Loki. You never have been very good at this sort of thing,” he sighed, letting his enthused gaze roam up and down the pristine grass court as Stark Industries friends and family took their seats. “It truly is a boon that you have one such as I to guide you in this romantic endeavour.” Loki raised his brows. He knew he shouldn’t take the bait. Especially in public. Especially today. But it was just too tempting.

“Whatever could you mean, brother?” he crooned, giving his most stoic side-eye with a tilt of his chin. He felt Thor bristle, telltale nervous fingering of blonde strands behind his ear letting Loki know the warning pitch of his voice had hit as intended.

“Well, Loki, it’s no secret that your love life has been fraught with unfortunate malaise where seduction is concerned,” “Unfortunate?” Loki said coldly, “I wouldn’t call a reputation as Asgard’s greatest lover unfortunate.”

Thor spluttered, shaking his head with sanctimonious laughter. “Ah, my little brother. I do admire the unshakeable esteem with which you hold your delusions.”

The dark brother’s grip tightened on the bleacher bench. “And I suppose you believe that title belongs to you, does it?” he sneered through gritted teeth. Poison flecked the words, dripping from his tongue like venom from a fang. Thor’s eyes narrowed. “I have the relic which proves it,” he shrugged.

“The one our mother gave you in solace when Jane left?” Loki snarled, “Pathetic. I doubt she even knew what it truly meant, just echoed your boorish claims thinking it was based in chivalry,” he paused. “At least, I hope that was her intent.” They stared at each other in pregnant silence.

“It matters not that mother gifted me said ceramic receptacle,” Thor said through gritted teeth. “What matters is, that my legend reaches far beyond the bifrost to bedchambers across nine realms, brother.” A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Whereas yours is rather more contained to the palace servant quarters.” “That was one instance,” Loki spat, “and she was the most comely chambermaid we’d ever had.” “I’m sure,” Thor huffed, rolling his eyes. He brought one fist in front of Loki’s face, flexing an ostentatious bulge of bicep. “I was too busy giving the princess of Nilfheim a shudder of my very special thunder to notice.” He smirked, delivering a slow wink to punctuate his prowess. “She was never the same afterwards, you know.” Loki stared open mouthed, before he burst into raucous laughter.

From across the court, Steve immediately stood with a snap; hands on his hips with the most uptight death glare Loki had ever seen. “This is tennis,” Steve squawked. “For gosh’s sakes, have some respect.”

Through tears of mirth, Loki saw you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. She recognises that Rogers is ridiculous, he thought. Good. That’s good.

Regaining his composure, Loki straightened. He smoothed his hair behind his ears, picking up the gauntlet his brother had carelessly cast down.

“Never the same. Quite.” he mused thoughtfully, collecting himself. “I can believe that your relentless dry-thrusting, lack of imagination and moans which sound suspiciously like the name of your talisman would scar her for life, yes.” “Leave Mjölnir out of this,” Thor snapped. Loki smirked, eyes wandering casually to where you sat. “The rumours are true then. Interesting.” he murmured slyly. Thor crossed and re-crossed his legs, the bleacher creaking beneath his weight. “She was perfectly satisfied,” the blonde grumbled, shifting his feet. Loki snorted. “Brother, you could not satisfy a woman if the key to unlocking her pleasure was written in parchment and propped upon her belly.” Thor stared, blankly. “Ah, yes – I forgot. A woman’s pleasure is not your forte is it,” Loki sneered, casting a quick glance towards his brother’s reddening face. “From what I heard, your attempts have been tragic at worst and laughable at best-” “Loki,” Thor warned, glancing anxiously at the people filling the seats behind them. But Loki continued, un-phased.

“Did you truly think you were to rub it with your chin?” He let out a harsh ooo, before sucking the air between his teeth.

“Those unfortunate women,” he drawled with feigned solemnity. “They didn’t want to hurt your feelings. ‘Asgard’s greatest lover’...please.” Thor tried to speak then thought better of it. Loki felt the glee begin to rise in his chest as he tasted victory in the air. “I felt moved for her when she hobbled from your chambers, poor thing. What did she cite for her impromptu departure, I wonder? Headache, was it?” He looked at his brother. The glazed look of bamboozled betrayal in his eyes told Loki that he was in fact, correct.

“Thankfully, I had just run a rather luxurious bath for myself which the lady found most soothing to aid her discomfort,” Loki purred, throwing his scarlet-faced sibling a knowing glance. “She was very grateful for my healing hands. And other anatomical attentions.”

Thor stared with slack-jawed disbelief.

The dark-haired god flicked his keen gaze towards you again. He let his eyes track up the skin of your bare calf, glinting in the afternoon sun. Supple, he pondered; thanking the Norns for the light breeze which rustled your skirt. On cue, you sipped from a large water bottle. Loki smirked.

“I was not aware that I was now a figure of such...ridicule. How times have changed.” Loki frowned as his moment of voyeurism was disturbed by Thor’s quiet mewl. With a sigh of resignation he swivelled, their knees touching. He reached for his brother’s hand, lowering his chin with sincerity in his eyes.

“Brother, that is not so” Loki said softly, “you have always been a figure of ridicule.”

Thor let out a shaky laugh, nodding. “I can always count on you to cheer me, brother” he said, patting Loki’s hand. Loki nodded once in acknowledgement. “Perhaps the next time you think yourself above me in the art of seduction, you will remember this conversation.”

“One can hope,” Thor chirped.

Loki rolled his eyes, retracting his hand. Polite clapping erupted as the first of the day’s players walked onto the court, waving at the crowds. He could feel Rogers suspicious stare burning into him from the other side of the grass, but he paid it no mind. “You truly think the odds are in my favour, brother?” Loki murmured thoughtfully, nodding subtly in your direction.

The two of them craned to catch a glimpse, the figure of his affections now half-obscured by a sea of lesser bodies. Your demure facial expression gave nothing away, but a pat on the shoulder from Natasha soon made you break into a dazzling smile. How she is not a goddess, I shall never know, Loki pondered; feeling his heart melt into his stomach and transform to a sea of butterflies. The redhead nudged her chin upwards, urging you to look up where the two gods stood. Staring. “Gods,” Loki hissed regretfully, continuing to clap like a fool. There was nothing else to be done. The boorishness of his brother had once again drawn the wrong kind of attention. But try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Perhaps she has some magic of her own, he mused.

Thor’s elbow jostled against his ribs, “I told you, Loki” he chortled, “god of chaos or not, I would say that the odds are most definitely in your favour where your lady is concerned.” “Truly?” Loki breathed, his heart beating faster as you gave him a small, bashful wave. “Truly,” Thor said, giving his brother’s shoulder a comforting squeeze.

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[themultitaskingposer]

Y/n: Guys, I need help

Tony: Financial help?

Bruce: Emotional help?

Steve: Physical help?

Clint: Family help?

Thor: Magical help?

Natasha: Help moving a body?

*everybody stares at Natasha*

Natasha: ...What?

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[ynparker]

Waiting for Spiderman - (Part 1) Peter Parker x (Y/N)

Peter Parker x fem!stark!avenger!reader

Summary: Peter Parker is new to the Avengers, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Tony Stark's daughter.

Warnings: none really, just fluff

A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a really long time since I posted, so here is a special one. I want to make this a multiple-part series, so I will make a masterlist later. Let me know if you want to be tagged. This fanfic is inspired by the song 'Waiting for Superman' by Daughtry (I changed it to Spiderman for obvious reasons). Also, Pietro never died. Enjoy ;)

"Alright, kid," Tony Stark said, looking down sternly at the boy in front of him. "This is your first training session. Don't let me down."

"O-of course not, Mr. Stark," Peter Parker stammered, looking nervously out of the window to where he could see the rest of the Avengers warming up. Captain America and Black Widow were there - he had met them last night - along with Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and others whom he couldn't make out from that distance. He fidgeted nervously. He couldn't help worrying - what would happen if he wasn't good enough? What if he lost against all of them?

"Come on, Parker!" Tony called. Peter looked up, startled. Mr. Stark had already started walking down the hall. "Coming! Coming, Mr. Stark! Sorry," he said as he breathlessly ran to catch up with his mentor.

They made their way down the compound to the training grounds, which reminded Peter very much of something out of the Hunger Games - except much more extensive. "Hey, Parker!" Steve Rogers called as they came up to them. "Hey, Cap - um, captain," Peter greeted him nervously, looking around at everyone. To his surprise, only Steve was there. The others seemed to have disappeared.

"We have teams," Tony explained, seeing the look on Peter's face. "What we do is, when we get the signal, we run through the grounds, and when we find someone from a different team, we spar with them. If they lose, we win a point and vice versa. Got that?" Peter nodded rapidly. "Um, yeah, sir, I think I got that."

"Perfect!" Tony exclaimed. "You are on a team with me, Cap, Nat, and Bucky. The other team is Thor, the Maximoff twins, Sam, and (Y/N). Ready?"

"Wait, wait," Peter said desperately. "Who is (Y/N)-?"

Before he could properly finish his sentence, an airhorn whined into the silent air. "Let's go! Good luck, kid," Tony called and pushed off the ground in his suit, flying overhead, his eyes scanning the bottom. "Wait!" Peter called as Steve took off running as well. "Oh, crap," the boy muttered under his breath and began sprinting into the training grounds, dotted with trees, bushes, and streams that made for excellent hiding places.

Suddenly, he jumped as he saw Sam Wilson - the Falcon - in his suit, flying to the ground, his eyes on the young boy who stood transfixed looking at him.

"Hey, Mr. Falcon," Peter said brightly. "'Sup, Parker. You ready for this?" The boy slapped his hand to his forehead. "Right, I forgot, you're on the other team! Alright, let's do this." With that, Peter swung himself onto a nearby tree and shot one of his web shooters at Sam, who found one of his hands attached to the tree trunk next to him. Sam immediately put his wings into action, detaching himself from the tree with some difficulty. "Ugh," Peter groaned. "I always have to remember to shoot more webs."

"You know-" he continued as he dodged the Falcon, who was soaring towards him. "Mr. Stark always warned me-" he paused as he shot another web and missed. "-always secure your opponent first!" He shot again and this time managed to get both of Sam's arms. "Kid," Sam sighed as he tried to detach himself again. "Don't you-" he managed to get one of his hands free, "-remember what I told you last time we fought?"

"That there's not this much talking when in a fight?" Peter guessed as Sam tore himself free and threw himself in the boy's direction again. "That's right," Sam affirmed. Peter panicked as Sam came closer and threw out a punch to his chest, which successfully caused the older man to get thrown back into the ground. "Oh, my gosh, are you ok?" Peter cried as he hurried to him. "Y-yeah, kid, I'm good. Come on, finish it! Throw another punch and you win."

"A-are you sure?" Peter asked. "Yeah, go ahead. You did good, Parker."

"Aw, thanks," the boy smiled and raised his fist. Before he could bring it down, however, something caught it and swung him backwards into a tree. His eyes widened as a girl his age dressed in deep blue held him against the trunk, her upper arm pressed against his chest.

"So Spidey-boy fights," she said breathlessly, smirking at him. "I'm impressed."

"Who the heck are you?" Peter asked, staring at her strangely familiar dark eyes. "Someone who just won a point for her team," she smiled and looked to her right as Pietro Maximoff slid into view, the electric blue dashes that appeared behind him whenever he used his power fading away. The girl released him and Pietro picked her up in his arms. "Don't make eyes at her, Parker," he said in his Sokovian accent. "You'll have the whole team to deal with."

The last thing Peter caught was the girl's wink and with that, Pietro had dashed off with her.

"Woah..." he whispered and stood breathless for a few moments before Tony's voice rang in his ears. "Hey! Parker! Wake up, you've got heroes to spar with!"

"Sorry, Mr. Stark! I'm on it!"

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"That. Was. Amazing!" (Y/N) Stark exclaimed as she dashed into the changing rooms with Nat and Wanda. "I love it when Dad makes us do these training sessions."

"Yeah, but my team still won," Nat smirked as she put up her hair so she could wash her face. (Y/N) groaned. "How do you expect me to win when I'm fighting against both you and Cap? You're both like the best at sparring out of all of us!"

"Don't worry, beautiful," Nat smiled and hugged the girl. "You'll be strong enough to take on the world one day."

"Thanks, Auntie Nat," (Y/N) smiled and hugged the woman back.

Wanda cast a quick look at (Y/N) and smirked. "I thought Parker fought well."

"Peter Parker?" (Y/N) asked, changing into her favorite red shirt and shorts. "Yeah, he did pretty well. He would have defeated Sam if I hadn't stepped in."

"He lost against Thor, though," Nat countered. Wanda and (Y/N) sent her withering looks. "Everybody looses against Thor," Wanda said. Nat gave one of her looks as if to admit Wanda was right. "Why didn't Bruce join us today?" (Y/N) asked, tying her hair into a messy bun. "He's still a little shaky with his transformation. Hulk isn't exactly very eager about making an appearance," Nat explained. "Ok," (Y/N) replied, and, picking up her discarded suit, made her way to the door. "I'm going to lunch, you guys coming?"

"We're right behind you," Wanda affirmed and gave the girl a small smile. "That girl will be the death of us all," she said as the door closed. Nat smiled. "I don't know what we would do if anything happened to her," she agreed.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had made her way to the kitchen, where Tony, Thor and Peter Parker were sitting, talking about the training. "Hey," she said brightly as she entered, and sat in the chair between Peter and Thor. "Hey, kid," Tony greeted her. "Hello, little Starkling," Thor smiled. (Y/N) smiled at them and then turned to Peter.

"So you're Spidey-boy," she smirked at him. "Um, I prefer Spiderman, actually," Peter corrected. "Right," she said and laughed. Peter smiled at the sound. He liked how her face lit up when she laughed like that.

"So you're (Y/N) Stark?" He had been surprised to learn that Tony had a daughter, but also pleased. At least there would be somebody in the compound his own age.

"Um, you did well," Peter told her. "That was really cool, how you just swooped in there and won." (Y/N) smiled. "I try to make an appearance," she said. "Congrats on the win, by the way."

"Thanks, honey," Tony smiled at her and stood. "Who is hungry? Wanda promised she'd make lunch today."

"And it'll be ready in half an hour," Wanda smiled as she entered the room. "It had better be something filling," Thor said, placing a hand on his rumbling stomach. "Training always makes me hungry."

"Everything always makes you hungry, Uncle Thor," (Y/N) said adoringly, hugging the man and getting to her feet. "Alright, if I have half an hour, I'll go up to my room for a while. See you all later?"

A chorus of 'see you laters' followed the girl up the stairs and into her room. She smiled as she sat on her bed. She liked that boy, Peter Parker. He was funny, kind, and her dad liked him well enough. It would be nice to have him in the compound. She had been out on a sleepover last night, so she had missed his arrival, but she was happy he was moving into the compound.

She reached for her phone and connected it to her Bluetooth speaker before opening Spotify and pressing shuffle on her playlist. Listening to music set her free in a way nothing ever could, and she was happy to let go every once in a while and just listen.

(Y/N) grinned as she heard the intro to her favorite song. Every time she heard it, she saw herself in the lyrics, everything that she ever wanted in the words that described the girl in the song.

She's watching the taxi driver

He pulls away

She's been

Locked in her apartment

A hundred days

The song echoed downstairs to the group of Avengers sitting in the kitchen. Wanda smiled as she stirred the pot of paprikash, listening to the young girl's voice.

"Please ignore her," Tony said to Peter. "She does that practically every day."

"Oh, come on, Stark," Thor protested. "There's nothing wrong with playing a bit of music, especially when she so enjoys it. Besides, Parker, doesn't mind, do you, Parker?" Peter gave a bashful smile. "Um, yeah, no, it's fine."

He listened to her voice singing the higher notes, and suddenly, he stood. "Where is the bathroom, Mr. Stark? I forgot," he asked, before he could stop himself. "Upstairs, next to (Y/N)'s room, kid. Don't be too long!"

Nat smirked at Peter's retreating frame. "Seriously?" she said as she saw Tony's face. "It isn't at all obvious what he wants to do?"

"What?" Tony asked, oblivious. "He wants to hear her sing," Wanda said, winking at her brother Pietro, who had arrived as soon as (Y/N) had gone upstairs.

Peter had sneaked into the bathroom. Thankfully, the song was clearly audible from where he was standing. He smiled when he listened to the lyrics, and (Y/N)'s beautiful voice singing along.

She says

Yeah, he's still coming

Just a little bit late

He got stuck at the Five and Dime

Saving the day

Peter could hear her feet tapping on the ground, and realized you were dancing.

She's talking to angels

Counting the stars

Making a wish on a passing car

She's dancing with strangers

Falling apart

Waiting for Superman to pick her up

In his arms

All of a sudden, the boy listening noticed something. (Y/N) was replacing the 'she' with 'I', singing the song in first person. He grinned as he registered the happiness and enjoyment in her voice as she vocalized, still dancing around the room.

He found himself wishing he could listen to her sing for hours. Then, suddenly, Wanda's voice drifted up the stairs to his unwilling ears. "Kids! Come and set the table please, lunch is nearly ready."

"You said half an hour," Peter muttered as he came out of the bathroom, hurrying to get downstairs before (Y/N) came out of her room. He heard the music stop, and the door open. He quickly jumped over the last few steps and practically ran to grab the forks Wanda was holding out.

(Part 2 out now!)

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When Lightning Strikes…

Pairing: Thor Odinson x reader

Note: so excited but I’ve been on a Marvel kick recently and I wanna write some Thor material, this will most likely be a multi part story. To preface I’m writing as if there’s a Goddess of War (reader) and you have powers very similar to Hela.

Summary: God of Thunder and Goddess of War, how two unlikely souls become one fate.

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Your had a pounding headache as you laid there recovering what had just happened. One second you were in battle and the next you were being thrown back through a portal, head making contact with the ground as lightning made contact spread from the top of your shoulder down to your wrist. You weren’t sure what happened but now you were somewhere different.

You looked down at where it made contact dark tendrils spread mixed with flecks of gold as if you had gotten a fresh tattoo.

———time jump———

2 years later, you were walking into shield the black satin button up covering the dark scars down your arm and the tattoos accompanying them, you only had a few traditional runes and a vine wrapping your upper bicep but your other arm was where the lightning had struck, gold permanently embedded in skin from your armour. Your heels clicked against the granite flooring as you made your way up to your suite, being a higher level SHEILD agent had its perks but being an Avenger did to.

You stepped off the elevator into the common room, you were surprised to see all the Avengers gathered on the couches, Natasha caught your eye and waved you in.

“So team meeting?” You chuckled at everyone.

“Not exactly,” she responded but before she could finish the elevator dinged with a stop at your current floor. The doors slowly opened revealing an ecstatic Steve and another tall, chiseled blonde. You slowly turned the rest of your body immediately catching his eye, you saw him look you up and down, his eyes wandering over every inch of your body the way your ripped jeans hugged you lower body as the black top paired with the black heels boots complemented your skin tone, the way your green eyes were almost storm cloud gray.

“Point break!” You heard Tony yell as the team went to greet him. Natasha sat there unmoving and eyed you.

“Hmm..” she said and laughed to herself as she watched you entire interaction.

“What?…”

“nothing.” She said, she’s seen Thor look at plenty of women but nothing like that, the rest of the night was spent catching up with one of their long awaited friends arrival.

———A few weeks later———

You heard an alarm going off, turning over Friday flashed a message, power surge in one of the lower levels.

“Wanda!” You quickly jumped out of your bed and ran towards the stairs to get to her room. After vision died she’d been having nightmares, they were getting better but every so often she overloads and will have a surge, with you being a god you can withstand the surges so you became a haven for her someone she could lean on.

your heart raced as you flew down the flights of stairs, your feet moved incredibly fast propelling you faster, after three flights you burst through the door and ran towards her room. You could see tendrils of red seeping from the room, you entered to a screaming Wanda, rushing to her side you scooped her into your arms.

“Wanda… love it’s me Y/N, wake up… Wanda wake up.” She tossed in your arms, her powers started to pull a shelf over and quickly you used your power to counter act it a long white sword pinning it back against the wall, though you had let your guard down and with one last scream her powers threw you against the wall.

You laid there for a moment before turning on your side, your vision adjusting to see the crack in the drywall, your body now screamed in pain. You’d taken plenty of hits in your lifetime but not many hurt that much. You heard heavy footsteps and a very concerned Thor rounded the corner followed by Steve and Natasha. His first instinct was to check on you, he came over to you and helped you up.

“Med-bay?” He asked.

“No, my room.” You said before laying your head on his chest as he picked you up bridal style. He opened the door to your room and laid you on your bed.

“Oh gods.” You winced at the pain, drawing a slight inward hiss.

“Let me see?” He sort of said but also asked.

“I-can’t, Thor it hurts.” You were sitting and he was sideways to you you leaned you body against his chest as he ran a soothing hand over your back, he slipped the same hand under your shirt feeling for anything out of place, your shoulder the one you had landed on.

“I think you dislocated your shoulder.” He said gently.

“Can you put it back?” You asked.

“If you want me to but..”

“it’ll hurt I know.” You whined, wanting it to be over with, he turned so you could position you arm against him as he popped it back into place, it was painful but quickly and you started to feel some relief, though you did heal faster and it was finally letting that process start.

He pulled his shirt off to make a makeshift sling and as he tied it around you he saw the scars, the lighting strikes.

“these scars?”

“it’s from a battle a few years back, the gold is from my armor.”

“it’s from my lightning, I can feel it… it’s strange, it kills most mortals.”

“it’s because I’m not actually a mortal.” You frowned slightly. Your gray eyes met his icy blues, stories being shared, “it’s not an easy story to tell.” You smiled shyly, a tear falling as your memories recalled.

Thats when he shocked you the most, he leaned forward and kissed you, this mighty god of thunder and lightning kissed you. He rested his forehead on yours, “We both have very tragic stories.” You felt the tears falling, you’ve never shared that story with anyone else, not even Nat fully knew all the tragedy you’ve faced, years of doubt and anger all came crashing down on your exhausted frame in that moment.

“It’s okay love.” He said climbing into your bed and pulling you into his strong chest wrapping you in muscular arms. He pulled the blanket up over you both as you inhaled his calming scent. You felt safe with him, like he was home and you let it all fall away. You woke up in the morning to find he never left, your shoulder fully healed just a little sore, you stayed in his arms falling back into a peaceful slumber. You weren’t sure how long this would last, forever or just last night but you still wanted to stay here as long as possible, everything else could wait.

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The Night the Hammer was Dropped

Summary: Thor is wanting to surprise you with a snowcapped getaway for some uncapped fun.

Warnings: Smut; 18+ ONLY Minors DNI; Sexual Language; Fake Dating.

Are you almost ready to go Y/N? Thor is very anxious about taking you on this trip up to the mountains for a wintery getaway. Yes I am almost ready to go, you say in excitement because you have no idea where you are going on this trip; He is being very secretive to the point of blind folding you on the way. Ok, I am ready—let’s go! Wait one moment my queen, said Thor with the upmost serious look on his face, what are you supposed to address me by now that we are leaving for our trip? You look at Thor with hesitation, I am sorry let’s go my sex king. You were so embarrassed to call him that, but he insisted on it, so you go along with his silly games. That is right my love slave, he said with such a confidence that it was sickening. You get in the car to head to the mysterious location for your getaway and before you can say anything he puts the blindfold over your eyes. Do we have to do the blindfold… seriously? Yes Y/N we do. I want it to be a surprise where we are going. You comply with the blindfold, and you start moving. You had been driving for over an hour and start to get curious and take the blindfold down just for a peak and Thor catches you peaking. He takes the blindfold and pushes it back up on your face and next thing you know he is pulling over. Why are you pulling over, you ask in curiosity. I am pulling over to take care of your nosey intentions. He then pulls out handcuffs and cuffs my hands to the handle on the door. So, I just sit there waiting to be at our location and then about twenty minutes later the car comes to a complete stop again. Why are we stopping now Thor? We have made it to our destination. He was so excited, but tried his best not to show it because he doesn’t want to hurt his image. He takes off the blindfold and you start to look around and see this beautiful scenery you never imagined would be real. There was this breathtaking snowcapped mountain in the background and a cabin sitting right in the middle of it covered in a blanket of snow itself. It was perfect! You get out of the car and start looking around at all the marvelous wonders and Thor comes to you and starts leading you inside. The cabin is nothing of what you expected. It was larger in size on the inside than the outside and had a beautiful lofted overlook staircase with a cozy little family room with fireplace in the center of the room. My love slave head to the upstairs area and look at our bedroom, said Thor awaiting your reaction to what surprise was waiting. You walk in and the room is very cozy with a wood log bed and to the side of the room there is a huge bay window overlooking the mountains and the snow falling. You thought “at this point how could he top that” you turn around and see rose petals all over the room spelling out your name Y/N and a full bath already run for you with bath salts and petals in the tub and soft music playing in the background. What do you think my love, said Thor with hopeful eyes. I love it Thor it is perfect! You literally thought of every little detail thank you for this trip, you said with such excitement. You were both exhausted from the drive up and decided to take your bath and go to bed for the evening. The next morning arrives and you look out the window and to your demise there is snow completely covering half the house. You are snowed-in!! You start to panic some “what will we do; we are trapped in this cabin; how are we going to get out” You start to calm down and look over and Thor is nowhere to be found. Wondering where he is, you head downstairs looking for him and he was downstairs fixing the fire and smelled as if he was making breakfast. Y/N did you sleep well, Thor asked you as you came down the stairs. Yes, but did you happen to look outside? Yes I seen that we are snowed-in today. How convenient is that, Thor said with a very mysterious look on his face. You thought, “what is he up to?” You go in to start eating breakfast and you look over and see Thor bent down putting firewood in the fireplace to get it started. The fire was already going and the warmth of the fire was casting a glaze look on Thor’s chiseled physique. You started to get a little warm, but was it the fire or Thor’s unbridled body calling your name. Thor sees you checking him out and gives you a look, are you enjoying the few my love slave, he says with the deepest sound to his voice like he had lowered it on purpose to make you want him more. Yes, I am enjoying the view are you enjoying yours? He looked over at you and saw you sitting on the counter with your legs twisted in a way where he could barely see your pussy peaking through. I am definitely enjoying my view; I would enjoy it more if you would spread those flood gates Y/N. You start to blush a little from what he said and he starts to walk towards you. I have an idea, says Thor. What could that be, you say wondering what he could be wanting to do. Have you ever played strip twister? You look confused as to what he is talking about so, you ask him to explain further. Strip twister is like regular twister, but the only difference is whenever someone causes you to fall and lose the game an article of clothing has to be taken off. Whoever loses all their clothes first has to give themselves up. So, you want to play, Thor asks with a look of anticipation hoping you will say yes. Ok, I will give a try, but don’t feel bad if you lose, you say with a little bit of a competitive edge in your voice. Believe me I wont feel bad when you lose. You start playing and whenever your right leg has to go on green you fall. Ok, my love slave you have to take off clothing, but the catch is I get to choose and take it off for you! Thor was excited about this part. So, he starts to remove your pants first very slowly. A few rounds later and you are completely naked. Guess what that means Y/N, says Thor with a very mischievous look on his face. I believe I know; so go ahead and take me. He comes towards you and grabs your waist pulling you in very tight to his waist. You feel a hardness that goes from waist to thigh. You are awfully happy to see me, you say. I will be even happier inside you, says Thor as he throws you on the couch. He starts caressing your breasts ever so slightly and goes slowly down your torso to your pussy. He starts chasing his fingers through your pussy lips getting you on the rise. You start to get excited and as he notices, he starts to push even harder. Thor, please don’t. He keeps going and you start to moan out his name. What are you supposed to call me, he says with a stern look on his face and you say my sex king. So, you start to moan, oh my sex king don’t stop. He proceeds to pick you up off the couch and gently lay you on a soft cozy blanket on the floor facing the fireplace. He covers you and himself in the blanket to bring you closer together. You start to grab his dick and he stops you. You are not worthy to just grab a hammer that does not belong to you, he says with confidence. You look him in the eye with a seductive stare and say, you want to know how worthy I am, then give me the hammer and I will show you. He lays over on his back and you climb on top of him to show him the proper way to nail someone. You start thrusting back and forth and he starts to enjoy himself. He looks at you with this hungry look in his eyes like this is not enough for me. He throws you off him and says, you are not worthy of my dick, but I am worthy of your pussy. So, he throws you up against the wall and starts pounding you and harder he goes the more his muscles contract showing off his physique. You start to moan louder and louder the faster and harder he goes. I am going to cum my sex king, you yell out to him. Then cum for me my love slave, Thor says with the most seductive sound to his voice, which makes you melt in his arms further. You are at your climax and you both release at the same time. After the release you both fall to the floor in exhaustion and pleasure. Did you enjoy that nailing you got my love slave, he asked with a smirk on his face. Yes I did enjoy it, you said with a smile. If you enjoyed that nailing wait until later the Hammer will nail you again. You laugh and look forward to the evening…

I hope you like this post!! There could possibly be another part in the works...

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Seven Minutes in Heaven Headcanon

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Pairings: female reader x Tony, Thor, Steve, Natasha

Request: How about more seven minutes in heaven? It’s my favorite trope!

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, making out, groping, mentions of sex, dry humping, hand job, spit for lube, oral (female receiving), fingering, palming

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

it was at one of Tony's parties and there was a ton of people

someone suggested the game late into the night, and all the Avengers, though some reluctant, agreed to play

you decided to play too since you had nothing better to do

TONY

of course Tony was playing

other than Natasha he was the least reluctant to play. he loved women and getting to kiss them and touch them (but only with consent)

the version of the game you were playing was a mix of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven

it was your turn to spin and while the beer bottle spun quickly you glanced up at Tony

it didn't need to be said that Tony was hot. it was just an unsaid fact. at least to you it was. some people may not find cockiness attractive, but you did, and Tony reeked of it.

to your luck, the bottle just happened to point at Mr. Stark himself

he smirked when you looked at him, raising an eyebrow

"Shall we?" he asked

you took his outstretched hand and walked with him to the random closet that was being used. wolf whistles came from behind you

in a second flat you were pinned against the door and Tony's lips were on yours.

your dress rode up and allowed you to lift your legs and get them around his torso

his hands held onto your ass like if he let go he would die

as soon as you joined the Avengers he was smitten. you had this air about you that completely drew him in but at the same time you acted like you were off limits and he saw that as a challenge. you and Tony were similar in the way that you were arrogant, and he found it so enticing

your nails dragged through his hair, tugging on it and playing with it in every which way

you were devouring each other, lips and tongues on every area you could reach

you were going to leave that closet with very visible marks on your neck

he was rock hard against your stomach but he didn't want the first time you did it together to only be seven minutes long

he almost took you right there when you started palming him through his tight slacks, but he used all his willpower not to give in

when the time was up you both came out of the closet looking like messes. Tony's hair was all out of place and your dress was almost showing your panties it had ridden up so much

you both ended up leaving the party early and met in Tony's room to continue what you had started. you stayed with him all night and when you woke up in the morning you went to breakfast wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers

STEVE

Steve didn't want to play this game. he wasn't the type to kiss a bunch of girls but the possibility of getting to be with you alone for seven minutes made him play.

he was getting to spin the bottle and he prayed then and there that it would land on you

he let out an audible sigh of relief when it did

you looked happy to be going in the closet with Steve, which made whatever nerves he had dissolve a good amount

you were basically his right hand in command and normally he wouldn't find it 100% appropriate to make any advances towards you, but this way he could tell you-- more like show you-- how he felt

he was trying to be super respectful and polite, asking you "Are you sure?" and saying "We don't have to do anything, we can just stay in here."

you very fervently let him know that you were more than okay with it, and that was all the permission he needed

he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, and you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck, having to get on your tip toes to reach him

your boobs pressed against his solid torso, and he couldn't help but think indecent thoughts. he would be lying if it was the first time though.

for a man that didn't get much action Steve was incredibly good at kissing. just like when he was taking the lead on missions, he took control with you too.

you were moaning against his mouth and all you wanted was to be closer to him, to feel his skin on yours

without breaking apart you started unbuttoning his shirt, and once you were a few buttons down you caressed his skin, feeling his muscles beneath your fingertips

your touch made him shudder. the action was involuntary but it was just his body's natural reaction to you

he wasn't sure of what would happen when you left that closet, but he hoped it would turn into something more.

when the seven minutes were over you looked at each and chuckled a little bit. you reached up and fixed Steve's hair and walked out holding hands

THOR

Thor is from Asgard. he's a god. he had never heard of the game you guys were about to play but it sounded appealing

he really enjoyed sex and loved to admire the female figure

when you spun the bottle he didn't really care who it landed on, but when it finally pointed towards him he was glad. you were a beautiful woman, no doubt about it.

he lifted you up onto a table and held you close to him

his kisses were ferocious and hungry but he wasn't hurting you at all.

his hair was the first thing you went to. it was so soft and luxurious you couldn't help but tangle your hands in it

his palms didn't waste any time at pulling your dress up and rubbing your hips and thighs, kneading them with his rough fingers

his crotch was pressed up against your core and you could feel how hard he was. your panties were probably leaving some wetness on his black trousers, but he wouldn't mind at all

he was grinding against you and you were going to let him continue before you decided to reach down and unbuckle his belt

he was surprised and broke away for a moment to stare at you

all you did was smile and undo his zipper

he decided to help you out and pull his pants and boxers down to his mid thighs, letting his thick cock out

you spit into your hand multiple times and started stroking him up and down

he groaned loudly, loud enough that the group outside definitely heard it

you went at an even pace, letting his orgasm build up. you knew that you didn't have enough time to make him cum, at least not at the rate you were going.

that only meant that he would want more later.

"y/n," he groaned again. he threw his head back and was bucking up into your hand, but you withdrew your hand when he did, making his eyes shoot open

"maybe later," you said, smirking.

he looked dumbfounded as you slid off the counter and pulled your dress back down

needless to say, he absolutely destroyed you later that night

NATASHA

playing seven minutes in heaven was Nat's idea

what better way to makeout with a bunch of hot singles?

you weren't the first person she had landed on that night, but you did happen to be the last, and for a good reason

"y/n," she said with a sultry voice when the bottle stopped on you.

"Natasha," you said back, mimicking her tone

if someone said that Natasha Romanoff wasn't sexy they would be lying. she was breathtaking. mouthwatering. if you wanted anyone in between your legs it was her.

this wasn't your first time you had been in this type of situation with the redhead and as soon as the door shut on that closet Natasha was taking your clothes off

her hands glided over your body, squeezing and caressing all the areas she knew set you on fire

you were on the counter, legs spread just for her.

she started at the side of your knee and worked her way up your thigh at a painful speed, kissing a trail to your wet cunt

she finally arrived at the center of your being, and dipped under your legs, your thighs now draped over her shoulders.

she licked up and down the warm area, sending tingles through your entire body

she focused her mouth on your clit, licking it in a circular motion and sucking on it skillfully

you were flexing all the muscles in your body at the way Natasha was making you feel

while she sucked on your clit she slid a finger into your slick vagina

she curled her fingers at the same beat as she sucked on you, and you knew that you were done for soon

"Natasha," her name rolled off your tongue, falling from your mouth a thousand times as she made you moan and gasp

your seven minutes had passed a bit ago but Natasha was in charge, and you weren't leaving until her face was covered in your cum

she kept at it, adding more fingers and licking you until your thighs squeezed against the sides of your head and a shrill moan escaped you

Natasha lapped up the milky fluid, savoring the taste of you on her tongue

when she got up and you wanted to tell her not to, to let you do what she did for you to her but she just smiled when you brought up the idea and smiled, "maybe next time."

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Mind Games

Summary: You and Loki always had a flirty relationship even if you were an Avenger and one of his brothers best friends. During the battle of Sakaar Loki did something you never would’ve expected. 

He kissed you. 

Now back on the former ship of the Grandmaster you tease the young God about it and propose a friendly little mind game all with the hopes of him staying 

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I watch the colours of the sky and stars slowly pass as the ship moves through space. It was beautiful and strange, familiar but also foreign.

 A content sigh escapes my lips as I wander over to the vanity where I had placed a few of my items from Sakaar. 

Loki's knife glints in the florescent lights. I pick it up twirling it between my fingers thinking back to when we were on the battlefield. Back to when I saved him, pulling him close to stop one of Hela’s undead minions from stabbing him. 

I blasted the enemy away unaware of the way the raven haired man was looking at me until he grabbed my face pulling me flush against him and pressing his lips to mine. It was quick, only lasting a moment but it felt like forever. 

His lips were soft yet firm against mine, he had pulled away before I had a moment to comprehend what had happened thanking me before running off.

I sigh looking away from the knife as the door behind me slides open. I glance back at the God of Mischief that stands behind me, although he’s looking forward his eyes don’t meet mine, he looks to be slightly dazed. 

He has a small smile on his face. Small but genuine. 

"Good afternoon" I say turning to face him fully never stopping twirling the knife, "or is it evening. I can't actually tell without the sun" I mutter looking out the window again.

"Thor said maybe I'm not that bad". He says it quietly and casually but the context speaks volumes. He looks up at me properly for the first time since he entered the room, "who would've thought".

"Of course you're not that bad Loki" I scoff making my way towards him. "You created this illusion that you like all the villainy and the murder but in reality" I say pointing the knife at him for dramatic effect, "you just like the drama".

"We shared one intimate moment agent you can't possibly know anything about my thoughts or motivations" he refutes but never denies my claim, swatting the knife away and walking over to a small couch in the room. He flops down onto it surprisingly gracefully watching and waiting for my response.

"No but being a trained psychologist does". I smile walking towards him and taking a seat on the table in front of the couch as he rolls his eyes.

"What does that have to do with anything".

"It means darling-", I begin leaning in close to him until we are only a couple centimetres apart, "-I can read you like a book".

"And I can simply read your mind" he retorts with a wicked grin, "no silly degree needed".

"That's cheating" I laugh.

"God of Mischief, not God of Fair play remember"

"More like God of taking the easy route and never earning it" I taunt pulling away from him and walking over to the dresser. I set the knife down watching him from the mirror. 

"I could earn it" he counters, his reflection standing up and walking over to me slowly, "if I wanted to".

"Then prove it" I challenge turning around it face him. "Gods live forever or at least for a thousand and something years, I'll be kicking around hopefully till I'm ninety so prove it. Stick around and show me you can get into my head the old fashioned way". 

My offer is met with perplex expression but slowly he cracks another smile, this one softer. "My dear Y/N you don't think I'll stick around do you?". 

The room becomes heavy as he waits for me to reply.

"God of Mischief remember. Who knows what you'll get up too in the new Asgard". A desperate play to elevate the tension building from his question but it works. 

"You Agent have an extraordinary ability to twist my words for your own purpose" he laughs stepping back from me shaking his head slightly. 

"And if you stick around you'll have sixty odd years to figure out why" I grin leaning against the dresser.

"any other benefits of sticking around. You might have to sweeten the deal here, why should I be so interested in your mind" he asks raising his eyebrow. 

"Well" I say tapping my chin as though to think, "sticking around would make your brother happy. Get some good quality bonding time with your bro. Get to hang out with your second favourite Avenger, Bruce, maybe even join the new Valkyries B is setting up. And of course the personal satisfaction of getting to know what makes yours truly tick" I list of my smirk growing with every point.

"Ooh the last one sounds promising what was it again" he grins stepping closer to me again.

I pretend to try and remember, "Personal satisfaction from knowing what makes me tick I believe".

"Ah yes personal satisfaction" he hums placing his hands on either side on me, trapping me on the dresser. "Any other type of satisfaction involved in the deal?". There's a mischievous glint in his eye and a wicked smile on his lips as he asks. 

"I'm sure we can figure something out" I whisper, my breath catching my my throat as I watch him licks his lips.

He begins to lean forward. The icy coolness that surrounds him causing my skin to prickle and goosebumps to form but I swear I’d be colder if I was on the sun. I feel as though I’m on fire as I mirror his actions. Moving closer and closer until our lips are only a hair apart and our breath it one. 

“Y/N!” a voice roars bursting into the room and bursting mine and Lokis moment wide open.

“For the love of Odin! Get a room!" B groans turning away from us. 

"Apologies but is this not her room" Loki asks sarcasm dripping from each word. He pulls away allowing me to hop off the dresser. 

"What is it?" I ask concerned. B looks out of breath, shaken. Odd for the usually cool Valkyrie.

"The ships under attack. Thor needs you on the bridge now" she says running back out the door. Loki and I look at each other alarm in our eyes before we follow her out.

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[happy74827]

Elastic Heart

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: After months of solitude from each other, the god of thunder had finally returned to you. And as much as you were relieved to see him, he wasn’t the same god you’ve come to know

WC: 1,152

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

This poor bean has been through so much in these late phases that I just want to give him all the hugs in the world. He deserves so much better. That being said, I hope you enjoy this little snippet of our lightning ball of joy and feel free to reblog and drop a few comments. I’d love to hear your feedback!

『••✎••』

His arms cradled yours promptly, keeping your wobbly self-stable as he looked down at you with adoration.

He was back… Thor Odinson was back.

When you first heard the sound of the Bifröst, you thought your newlywed neighbors were killing each other. I mean you hadn’t heard from him in weeks, let alone months, so it was understandable to reach that conclusion. I mean, why of all Mondays would he choose this one to come back? To come back to you?

But he did, and you didn’t see him enter either. He just… appeared behind you with a closed-lip smile.

He also didn’t make his presence known. Like, at all. He was waiting patiently for you to turn around with your favorite and precious mug he’d stolen from your cabinet, to give to you. It was a thoughtful action as you were brewing your morning coffee, but man did it scare the living hell out of you.

You usually weren’t ashamed when you screamed like a vulture meeting face to face with the god as it happened so many times before. It mostly ended in laughter since Thor had always joined in on the screaming, thinking it was an inside joke.

But this time, nothing. He didn’t budge or even let out a chuckle. He was mute which immediately told you something was wrong.

He was expressionless and pessimistic. The smile he held was forced, and it was painfully obvious. Even his eyes which were always ocean-strong and had something enchanting to them were dark and inanimate.

Your name fell from his lips in a sigh as if he were relieved. A tired smile climbed onto his face as he cupped your jaw, the forced smile still apparent. “I apologize for the scare. It’s a bad habit, I know. I should have announced myself.”

You look up at him, sympathetically, scanning his appearance to find the problem. The emotion that was on display was guilt. His eyes told the story, stating that something tragic had happened — which knowing him, was something far out of his control. He always seemed to feel responsible for the “Midgardians” and carry the blame no matter his involvement in the incidents. It was a trait that you so desperately hated as it would tear him apart at the seams.

If you dropped and shattered a glass? It was his fault, he should’ve caught it.

A natural disaster flooded an entire city? His fault, he should’ve had it under control.

If the news reported a fatal tragedy of which he had no knowledge? His fault, he should’ve known about it and stopped it.

But this… this was unusual. The guilt on his face seemed bigger, more involved than shattered glass. It was something horrid, something beastly. You were sure of it.

“I figured you were busy saving the world, but Thor,” You breathed, “It has been months since you last dropped by, and you hadn’t said anything when you left. I-I was worried.”

“I know, I know.” He uttered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re safe, Little Dove.”

“Safe? What are you—“ That’s when you noticed that he was different, physically. You were so blinded by the difference in his mood, that you didn’t even notice that his signature feature was gone.

“Your hair… it’s short.”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“You’re not holding your hammer thing?”

“No, I’m not.”

You squinted, “And wait, is your eye…”

“Brown? Yes, unfortunately.” He answered solemnly, “A lot has happened, so much I’m afraid I can’t go into detail.”

You nodded, taking that as a sign to stop bombarding him with questions. It was clearly upsetting him, and it wasn’t much information anyway. With a hum you graciously took the mug from his hands, placing it gingerly on your countertop, before wrapping your arms around him.

Normally when you hugged Thor he’d pick you up and squeeze you like a beanbag until you couldn’t breathe. However, you didn’t mind it as it was a nice back-cracking experience. He always seemed to know the exact spot where the knot was.

With this hug, he barely moved an inch, just hovering his arms over your waist as if he was scared to touch you. Scared to hurt you. You had to hold back your tears, nudging your face into the withered hoodie he was wearing — which you weren’t about to question either — so he wouldn’t catch on about how upset he’d made you.

You never expected the day to come when Thor was this broken and shattered. Seeing him like this made you want to cradle him like a baby.

“Thor?“ You whispered into him, not daring to meet his eyes.

His body tensed at the possibility of another question. He lowered his head down onto yours, doing nothing but humming in response. His arms had just barely touched the cotton shirt you were wearing, but despite the hesitation, you could tell he needed it.

“It’s going to be okay.” You told him, squeezing his waist to let him know you were still hanging on. “I’m right here, and I will always be right here. Whatever this is, we’ll get you through it together. You’ve gone through hard times before, and you’ll get through them again, I know you will.”

You smiled when you felt him wrap his arms tighter around you — not as tight as his usual hugs, but one that was all around gentle. His body eased into yours as his head hovered down to your neck, feeling the scruff of his beard scratching your skin as he left small delicate kisses on your cheek. The kisses of gratitude and appreciation.

He didn’t say anything and he didn’t have to. From knowing him, you’ve come to the realization that Thor wasn’t a man who used words. He loved to chat about his old war adventures and misdemeanors, but when it came to emotions he was tongue-tied. When you confronted him about it, he told you he had always felt as if he were bombarding people with his problems, opting to suffer in silence instead of causing irritation to those around.

Of course, you had told him that you cared deeply about his feelings and emotions, but he still kept it bottled up inside — only spouting short and shallow responses when prompted.

And so you resorted to hugs and pop tarts. Sometimes he’d soften, telling you what he was concerned about if he wanted your input, but the majority of the time was him smiling in silence. The feeling of having someone there for him was enough.

You felt his tears hit your exposed shoulder as he held on to you firmly. You didn’t bat an eye, moving your palm to rub the small of his back. It was good that you hadn’t started your coffee, as it would have had to become an iced coffee. But even then, you wouldn’t have cared.

Thor came first. Your god always came first.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

Red Alert [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my Regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: An assassin gets into Thor's room and Loki meets someone unexpected in the rush to his bedside. Warnings: Brotherly feels. Mild peril. Mild flirting. Thor being an idiot. (w/c 1.6k)

Loki scowled disapprovingly towards the doorway of the communal living area. There seemed to be some sort of commotion.

He let out a scathing sigh, the ineffectual gesture lessening the annoyance somehow. Suddenly the doors flew open, a harassed looking Natasha hanging around the frame. Her grip on the handle, the look in her eyes. Concern, he thought. He frowned. No. Panic. And that could mean only one thing. A red alert.

Loki stood immediately, letting the book in his lap slide to the floor. “What news?” he said with readiness, casting a wary glance out the window as seidr began to glow in the nest of his palms.

It was mid-morning. A sea of blue skies and untouched skyscrapers. No chitauri. It was a start. “It’s your brother,” Nat said, catching her breath. Loki rolled his eyes, starting to lower himself again; but she countered with an exasperated wave of her hand back and forth. “No...no you don’t understand Loki. He’s hurt – it was an assassin.”

“What?!” Loki thundered, beginning to stride to the doorway. He breezed past Natasha. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” he spat, before hurrying to the elevator. “I did tell you. Right now, asshole-” she shouted, but Loki paid her no mind. He repeatedly pressed the elevator button with his thumb. “Blasted...midgardian…” - he slammed a palm against the metal. It dented. Right on cue, the doors pinged open. Loki grit his teeth, cursing his luck. Because of course, who was it inside? You. Naturally. “Hello.” he said bluntly. It was cold. “Hello,” you replied warily. He felt your eyes glance down his body and back to his face with that same look Natasha had. Norns, he must look awful in these accursed sweatpants. You cleared your throat softly. “Are you...alright, Loki?” “No.” he snarled, squinting at the small floor directory above the buttons. He sighed, wringing his hands as he chided his rudeness. Even in a situation such as this, his manners should not desert him. Gods above, you smelled incredible. You must think him an uncouth monster. He felt himself lick his lips, turning towards you with pleading eyes. “Which of these circular effects brings one to the medical bay?” Your reached forwards and pressed one. Loki stared at the illuminated light. Tears were beginning to well in his eyes. “Thank you,” he murmured, staring at the floor as the elevator began to move. “Loki?” you probed.

The gentleness of your voice made him want to crawl into your embrace and never leave. He saw you step closer out the corner of his eye. “What’s happened?” Loki bristled as your hand touched his shoulder. Ever so softly. He looked up, meeting the gaze he dreamt so often of. Only empathy swam in those beautiful irises, flashing with veins of otherworldly hues. “My brother-” he heard himself choke. “He’s um-” Loki cleared his throat, “-unwell.” “Unwell?” you repeated, frowning.

“Attacked.” Loki corrected, his brows slanting in an attempt to stop himself bursting into tears. “I’m sorry, it’s all been rather sudden.”

What happened next would come crashing back to Loki in the hours that followed in vivid technicolour. But for now all he felt was two hands twisting him gently, two arms sliding over his shoulders as he stood with his limbs limp to the side.

“Oh, Loki” you breathed near his ear as he stood wide-eyed and stunned. The skin of your cheek pressed against his own, your breasts snug to the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The comforting warmth of you seeped from your body to his. Loki could swear he could feel your heartbeat. How he wished it beat for him. “I’m sorry, I had no idea” you whispered apologetically, cupping the back of his head. “Do you want me to come with you?” Loki opened his mouth and closed it again. You were stroking his hair, now. Am I dead? Loki wondered, as the elevator dinged its arrival. Is this Valhalla?

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the unruly beast in his sweatpants twitch to life. Curses, he chided. Your brother lies at deaths door. Now is not the time for foolishness of the heart. Or the loins.

The doors opened. “Come on,” you said before Loki had a chance to decline your request.

He was suddenly acutely aware that your hand was intertwined with his, leading him quickly through the corridors of the winding medical bay. You stopped at a window, your face perking as you turned to him. Loki watched your lips form a word which floated away before it materialised, instead opting to cup his cheeks with your hands. “All will be well,” you said, casting another quick glance inside the window. Loki steeled himself before doing the same.

His faced scrunched, seeing Thor sprawled on a tiny hospital bed. Three doctors busied themselves while Tony and Steve looked on in the midst of hushed conversation. Their concern was palpable. “He’s all I have,” Loki whispered as he looked on, feeling tears prick his eyes again. When he would recall this moment, he would be unsure if he said it out loud. You lowered your hands to his, giving them a squeeze. “Go to him,” you breathed. And Loki did. Steve and Tony looked up as he entered, giving him a consolatory nod and beckoning him over. Loki made his way in wide steps, ensuring that no wires or bleeping machines were disturbed. The three men looked at each other. Clearly, Loki thought, there are no answers. There was only one question on the god’s mind.

“Will he live?” Loki strained, looking over at his brother’s pathetic form. Stark snorted. “Muscles? Yah, he’ll live. Take more than a nasty knock on the head to get rid of that bozo.” In a flash Loki had grabbed the front of Tony’s t-shirt, twisting the chunk of fabric so tight he could hear the seams squeak. “Have a care how you speak about my brother, metal man” Loki hissed venomously, “or you shall occupy the bed next to him.” “Woah, woah..” Steve pushed them apart with all the care one would take with a wild stallion. “Emotions are high, let’s just stay together on this…”

“He’s said worse,” Tony grumbled, as Loki’s grip loosened. “I am his kin. I am allowed to say such things,” the god spat. “Now what do we know of this assassin? Apart from the fact they are unskilled at their craft.”

“Nice,” Tony grinned, making Steve roll his eyes. The captain began to pace in small circles as he spoke. “Not much. Fled the scene by the time the alarm was raised.” Loki frowned. “Who raised the alarm?” “Asgardian barbie over there,” Tony gestured. Thor groaned, turning slightly. “Crawled into the corridor on his hands and knees, concussion, yelling about being attacked in his room.” Loki folded his arms, eyes narrowed. “Is that all?” “A man,” Steve added. “That’s all. It’s all we’ve got so far – forensics are in there now.”

“Forensics,” Loki scoffed. “There is no need...any assassin who would dare come after my brother will be known to us. Let us go to source.”

While he spoke, Loki made his way to the bedside, shooing the doctor fiddling with Thor’s bandaged head.

“Dude he has concussion. Con-cus-sion,” Tony needled, shrugging sarcastically towards Steve. “Pretty sure they get concussions on Asgard too if you hit hard enough, right?” Loki ignored him. He manifested a stool, perching upon it and gently cupping his brother’s hand with his own.

“Brother?” he murmured. Thor’s eyelids fluttered.

“B-brother?” came the husky response.

Loki smiled broadly, his breaths quickening. “Brother!” he sighed, relieved, “I was worried I had…”

-lost you. Another time, perhaps; Loki thought.

He lowered closer to Thor, ensuring that no words could be misheard. “Can you describe the man who attacked you?” he said slowly, accounting for his brother’s lessened physical state and already questionable skills of interpretation.

Thor grumbled, his forehead creasing. “It was dark...the curtains...drawn. I…wasn’t ready-” “Yes, brother?” “-searching for my under-garments on the floor and turned and...there he was, crouched and suddenly he stood – tall...muscular in the darkness...- right in the corner...near the dressing room-”

“Go on,” Loki encouraged, squeezing Thor’s hand. “He had long hair, like yours...but lighter, I think-” “Right…” Loki said slowly, beginning to frown as his brother continued. “It all happened so quickly Loki, he was naked- I…”

“You’re doing well, brother- “the dark god said, patting his hand. A smirk had begun to curl at the corner of his lips. “I was caught off guard- tried to headbutt him, but...but I fear he struck me first-” Thor gestured weakly to his bandaged head, faint tinges of blood beginning to soak through. “Very good. Get some rest now.” Loki chirped, standing. “Although don’t let him fall asleep,” he announced to the doctors, who were regarding the dark-haired god with abject suspicion. “He can’t afford to lose any more brain function.”

“Well?” Steve motioned for Loki to come closer, “what exactly are we dealing with here? Does he remember anything?” His eyes were glossy with concern. Ready to kick some ass in spandex; retribution for his friend’s ordeal. “No,” Loki stated bluntly.

Tony rolled his eyes, “I told you.”

A wry chuckle crept from Loki’s throat, a solitary finger curling over his lips as he savoured the moment. “Forensics are there now, you say?” Steve nodded, “should be finishing up any moment.” Loki glanced at the clock, and then at the small window separating the room from the main corridor. You were gone. “They will find blood on my brother’s garishly large mirror,” he drawled mysteriously as he paced towards the door. He looked over his shoulder, noting the smirk beginning to twist Tony’s face while Steve watched him leave, aghast. “And now if you’ll excuse me, gentleman” Loki said, opening the door with a flourish, “I must try to catch someone at the elevators.”

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[thebisexual-cousin]

Thor: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Y/N: You’re a hazard to society

Loki: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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[buckysimp101]

Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Four

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: language, angst, drinking, smoking

a/n: oh besties. strap in. we’re about to find out why Bucky ghosted her all those years ago (by means of a flashback. YN wont find out yet.). Oof this was a long chapter @ 4k+ words! Enjoy!

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Silence filled the space where you had just stood. Your words hurt just as much as the stinging imprint of your hand on his cheek, but he knew they were deserved. Bucky Barnes knew that he deserved every single word and slap you could ever deliver and it still wouldn’t be enough for what he did to you. Yet he stood there and managed to convince himself that while he was deserving of your actions, his actions all those years ago were not completely unjustified. 

Natasha and Steve both stood there quietly for a moment before Natasha scoffed, “way to fucking go, Barnes,” before she took off behind you. Bucky didn’t care what she did at that moment. Your words were affecting him more than he wanted either of them to know. But Steve knew. He was the only person to know why Bucky made the decisions he did all those years ago. And now he stood next to Bucky, silently weighing the gravity of the situation, and waiting for his best friend and boss to tell him what he needed next.  Bucky ignored him and headed back to the VIP section, stopping by Clint at the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey. 

“Wouldn’t want you lying to your men about how you’d never hurt a woman,” your words were stuck on repeat like a broken record in Bucky’s head. He’d forced himself not to outwardly wince at the anger that laced your words, he didn’t deserve the chance to show that vulnerability. Stalking up the steps to his table, Bucky’s eyes landed on Megan, a sight that was not very welcomed after his interaction with you. Megan couldn’t seem to read that the mood had changed, Bucky didn’t keep her around for her emotional intelligence. When her eyes landed on Bucky she turned on the charm, a sneaky smile painted on her lips and Bucky inwardly groaned. He just wanted to get drunk in his club and go home. Alone. 

So before Megan could even say one word Bucky spoke clearly, “Megan it’s time for you to go. I’ll order you an Uber,” he could tell she was gearing up for an argument so he merely held a hand up to stop her, gave a shake of his head, and pointed to the door. Megan knew better than to argue at that point. Bucky had said all he was going to say. If she tried to argue more then she’d be met with a very willing Thor Odinson practically throwing her out of the bar, as professional as possible of course. Megan wouldn’t have been the first woman that Bucky slept with that the bouncer had kicked out. Megan’s chin jutted out defiantly as she stepped around Bucky to go meet the Uber that Bucky was working out for her. When she finally disappeared, Bucky slumped into the booth and uncapped the bottle of whiskey in his hand, taking a long swig that burned as it made its way down his throat. But even the burning of the whiskey was incomparable to the words you spoke to your former friends before leaving. 

Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts by the shifting of the curtain revealing a frowning Steve Rogers and a fuming Natasha Romanoff. “If you’re here to tell me off, you’re wasting your breath. Just go,” Bucky drawled, not caring how mad he made his two best friends in that moment. Natasha must have noted the nonchalantness in his tone because she stormed off without another word or glance in his direction. Steve let out a loud sigh as he plopped onto the booth next to Bucky, grabbing the bottle and taking a drink just like Bucky had moments before. The two friends sat in silence, trading pulls of the fiery whiskey. Steve decided to break the silence.

“She looks great,” he whispered, avoiding eye contact with Bucky.

Bucky huffed out an unimpressed laugh, “of course she does. I didn’t leave her because she was ugly,” the words tumbling past his lips almost cutting him as deeply as your own. Steve cringed at Bucky’s crass words, the words were just more proof of how much had changed in the last decade. Steve merely shook his head, took one final drink, and stood from the booth. 

“You ever gonna tell her why you left her, Buck? It might soften here view of you a little bit?”

“Why would I do that? It’s better for her to hate me anyway,” Bucky responded before taking another long sip, feeling the slow-growing haze of the alcohol taking control. 

“What about Natasha, Buck? She deserves to know the reason why you made her leave her best friend,” Steve poked carefully, knowing the topic was one that was known to make Bucky twitchy and angry. 

But Bucky just rolled his eyes and shrugged, “she’ll get over it. She did before.” Steve repeated the loud sigh from when he’d flopped into the booth minutes before as he left Bucky alone with his thoughts.

It only took about ten more minutes of being stuck with his thoughts and a bottle of whiskey before Bucky headed out the back door for a smoke. The smell of burning tobacco reminded him of how much you’d hated it.

Ten Years Ago

“Buckyyyyy you know I hate it when you smoke,” you had whined after kissing him and making a face of disgust. 

“Sorry, honey. It just…helps,” he’d thrown the shitty answer out without providing much of an explanation. You knew what he meant. As soon as Bucky had turned eighteen and his father had made him take on the mantle of underboss officially he’d been more stressed than ever. Stressed that he would do something wrong and jeopardize the family and the business. Stressed that you wouldn’t want to stay with him the more you found out about the things he’d had to do.

But you only looked at him with that all-consuming look of adoration as you’d teased, “Mmmm, there are better ways to help with the stress,” as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his cheek. He’d cheekily tried to turn his face so you were forced to kiss his lips but you’d pulled back before adding, “sorry, love. The taste of tobacco doesn’t do it for me.” 

He’d rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick of gum. The laugh that came from you at his cheeky intentions warmed his heart. Every one of your laughs were like a spot of sunshine on a dark and stormy day. They warmed him from the inside and he just wanted to be a cat and bask lazily in that warmth. 

The next two days went by as any other. Bucky hadn’t heard from Megan since he’d dismissed her from The Underworld two days ago, it wouldn’t surprise him if Natasha had said something to her on her way out that pissed her off. He knew he’d hear from her eventually when she was ready to let out all her frustrations. The legitimate ones and the sexual ones. But Bucky preferred to contact her, not the other way around, in order to maintain some semblance of control and order. 

Tonight was the Barnes Family Dinner. At least once a month, his mother tried to get every member of her family in one place to have dinner and pretend like they lead mundane lives. The one time that Bucky had rebelled against the idea of it when he was in his teens he’d made his mother cry and he’d gotten a verbal lashing from his father about how his mother didn’t ask for much and she just loved her family and wanted them to be together. Bucky had never questioned it again.

 But today Bucky was questioning everything. After drinking himself to sleep two nights ago he’d woken up with a killer hangover, the first in years, and had attempted to drown his sorrows yet again only to be stopped by Steve and Natasha. Bucky had regretted ever giving the two of them a key to his place in that moment as Steve looked at him with the sad puppy dog eyes he’d perfected over decades; meanwhile Natasha smirked evilly like she wanted to grab all the pots and pans in his kitchen and play them like an instrument to further agitate him. When he asked them what they were doing there, Steve explained that Winnie had called him in a nervous tizzy about how she’d tried calling Bucky a thousand times and each call had gone straight to voicemail. Bucky had groaned in response at the realization that his phone had died and of course it would die when his mother wanted to talk to him. 

Not wanting Winnifred to think he was died, he’d thanked Steve, dismissed him and Natasha, and plugged in his phone to contact his mother. Sure enough, twenty missed calls and at least fifty text messages from “Ma” sat awaiting response. She’d only called originally to remind him of family dinner the next night and the location she’d chosen. The call turned into a tense reminder that he needed to be more diligent about his phone so she knew he was safe. Bucky’d laughed internally at that. Nothing about his life was safe. But Winnifred Barnes knew that very well.

So here he stood, outside a bougie French restaurant on the Upper East Side, one he’d been forced to many times as a child and teen, awaiting his parents arrival. 

“Oh look at my boy, oh you’re so handsome!” He heard his mother before he saw her, in true Winnie fashion. Bucky was scooped into the arms of his mother before his father could even try to stop her. She pressed a kiss on Bucky’s cheek before pulling away to get a better look at him, as if it had been years since she’d seen him and not just a few weeks. 

“Hi, ma,” Bucky drawled, pulling her in for a tight hug. Winnifred Barnes was drop dead gorgeous. Nobody in all of New York could argue that her genes weren’t the strongest because she said copy and paste when it came to her only child. Dark brown hair streaked with grey, ‘because it made her look distinguished’ and ‘I’m not trying to look twenty five anymore!’, and a pair of the most striking blue eyes to ever stare you down. George on the other hand, had fully embraced the greying, his black hair and brown eyes looking more weathered and worn as the life took its toll. Bucky pulled his father into a quick hug, offering a clap on the back, before leading them inside to dinner. Winnie was talking his ear off about how he should try to see them more, how dinners a few times a month can’t make up for actually seeing and talking to him, Bucky was working on drowning her out a little when he noticed that she’d done it naturally. Because as they were walking through the restaurant, Bucky wasn’t on full alert like normal. And that would cost him. 

Because sure as they rounded the corner, his mother stopped pestering him and nearly squealed in his ear, “Oh my god, Y/N L/N, is that you sweetheart!?”

Bucky’s blood ran cold as he froze mid-step. Sure enough, when he turned to the left, there you were. With Senator Liam fucking Stinson. Looking like prey in front of its predator as your attention turned to the Barnes family. Bucky’s parents both started towards you with twin looks of glee and Bucky groaned inwardly, knowing that this night was going to be longer than he’d anticipated.

“Oh my sweet girl, hello how are you!?” Winnie spoke, enthusiasm brightening every word, as she paid no attention to the man beside you and swooped in for a hug. The surprise and confusion on your face told Bucky that you’d never expected this sort of reunion with his parents. 

“H-hi, Mrs. Barnes, I’m well, I hope you are,” you started but Bucky’s mother cut you off.

“Oh dear its Winnie, Mrs. Barnes is my mother-in-law,” she teased, an easier smile playing on your lips as you relaxed a little into the easygoing conversation. It didn’t last long before George Barnes himself was pulling you in for a tight hug as he whispered something into your ear, making your eyes take on that embarrassed look, before you whispered some response back, pulling out a loud laugh from the older man.

Liam Stinson looked concerned. As he should be. He had to have known that the Barnes family was aware of his ‘detective’ work and they were onto him. But judging by the look on his face, Stinson hadn’t realized just how close you were, well had been, with the Barnes family. Finally Liam spoke, making his presence known.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, James, nice to see you.”

“Oh my goodness, little Liam. All grown up and a Senator now. Marsha must be so proud,” Winnifred spoke in a practiced voice. Bucky almost snorted at the statement because if there was anyone that Winnifred Barnes disliked most, it was Marsha Stinson.

Liam continued on about his family and how they were doing but Bucky felt two sets of eyes on him. Yours and his fathers. Bucky knew that George was trying to get a read on him, to see how he felt about his former love being with the man who seemed to want to bring down the Barnes empire, but Bucky let that go. Your gaze was a mix of confusion and anger. Emotions that Bucky knew were well-deserved. The conversation was coming to a close as the hostess circled back to reroute the Barnes’ to their private table in the back.

“Oh well we won’t keep you from your dinner, Y/N it was good seeing you sweetheart, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown,” his mother spoke, a trace of sadness lacing her voice. Winnie had always been close with you, you had once considered her to be like a second mother to you. That is until Bucky ripped the supports out from under you. 

“You’re as smart and beautiful as ever, sweet girl. And remember, if you ever think about leaving Stark, Barnes Inc. has a spot with your name on it,” George teased with a wink. Bucky froze yet again at what his father was suggesting and decided the conversation had truly gone far enough.

“Let’s leave the good Senator and Ms. L/N to their dinner,” he spoke before following the hostess to their table without a second look in your direction.

During dinner, George and Winnie seemed to have read that something was up with Bucky and that he wasn’t in the mood to talk about you, so they talked about everything else instead. It wasn’t until dessert was brought around that George spoke about you.

“So Y/N’s back in town. Smart and beautiful as ever. It's a shame, there was a time when I thought you two kids would run Barnes Inc. side-by-side. She’d be the Nala to your Simba,” he teased the Lion King joke that had at one point been an ongoing inside joke with his family, “but then she just…disappeared out of our lives one day. Moved all the way to California and we never heard a peep out of her again. Even Y/F/N and Y/M/N never talked about what she was doing. Any clue why that is?”

Winnie seemed interested in the answer too, and Bucky sighed as he took a sip of his cabernet sauvignon before answering, “dunno, dad. Ask her yourself if you want the answer.” Bucky’s response ended the questioning in its tracks, but the look in his father’s eyes told him that this wasn’t the end and there would definitely be more questions in the future.

When he’d made the decision to up and leave, Bucky had only told Steve, much to George’s chagrin. He knew he couldn’t tell his parents the reason why he’d left you, he didn’t know if it was from fear of how their feelings would change towards him or you, so he just pretended like he had no clue why you’d stopped showing up, at the same time pretending like he wasn’t hurt in the slightest. Because the reason Bucky left you stuck with him to this day.

Ten Years Ago

Bucky arrived at the L/N townhome, nervously playing with the ends of his coat sleeves. He wasn’t one to get nervous, but your parents had requested his presence today. A nineteen year old James Buchanan Barnes was not scared of anyone…except your parents. Ever since the two of you had started to date your parents’ opinions had soured towards him. When you were just friends they were the happiest they could be, albeit a little more strict than most parents in your socioeconomic class, but the second that playfulness turned to flirtation, they turned their backs on Bucky. Bucky wasn’t sure if it was the rumors that flew around about the Barnes family and their business, and maybe your parents just didn’t want you connected with it, but something had changed.

Your father opened the door, a frown crossing his face at the mere sight of Bucky, before he moved out of the way gesturing for Bucky to come inside. Bucky was led to the sitting room where your mother sat in a high backed chair conveniently located next to where your father would sit. In that moment they looked like a King and Queen calculating their next move. Bucky gulped as he moved his hands into his lap to keep from fiddling with his coat. 

“James, I’m sure you’re wondering why we’ve called you here,” your mother started, her tone icy as she seemed to look upon Bucky with an ever-growing sneer. Bucky tried his best not to physically shrink back at her tone. Even though she’d started to be very cold in her actions towards him, he’d never experienced this level from her before. That’s when Bucky realized this was the first time in a decade that he’d ever truly been alone with your parents. The nerves were back.

Bucky merely nodded his head, so your mother continued, “ we’ve noticed that you and Y/N have grown…closer…these past few years. And while that was fine once upon a time, things have changed. There have been…rumors…that the two of you are very close, and I know for a fact that you’ve even discussed your futures together and the wish to grow old with one another. I hate to be the bearer of this news, but that will not happen.”

Bucky’s confusion only grew as your father took over, “Our daughter will not be made a part of the Barnes family. She will not be your queen and she will never ‘work’ for Barnes Inc.”

Bucky’s heart was thundering in his chest at what your parents were implying. True you and Bucky had mentioned in passing a few times that you wanted to get married one day and start a family but that would be after college. You’d never even talked about wanting to work at Barnes Inc., partially because you knew what went on there. Bucky had tried to keep you somewhat sheltered from the life in the beginning but that just became more and more difficult as the years went on. His head was reeling as he tried to take in what your parents were saying while simultaneously trying to figure out where the hell you were. 

And that’s when your mother delivered the fatal blow, “You see, James. Y/N will never be a pawn in your game, because she’s already a soldier in ours. The Pierce family has our alliance and since the day she was born, our daughter was always supposed to marry Liam Stinson, to strengthen that alliance. And you will not prevent that.”

Ice flowed through Bucky’s veins at the mention of Pierce. Alexander Pierce was the, practically, sworn enemy of his father and somehow he’d managed to slip right under Bucky’s and George’s noses and steal the loyalties of the L/N family so easily. The ice melted into anger at the mention of the latter half of your mother’s statement. Liam Stinson was Alexander Pierce’s stepson. Some rumors had been tossed around once or twice when Bucky was younger that Pierce and Marsha had actually had an affair when Liam’s father was alive, but shortly after Marsha announced her pregnancy her husband had died in a tragic accident down at the docks. Not long after Marsha was marrying Alexander, and he was acting as father to her baby. Marsha never took the Pierce name and neither did Liam, Bucky was never sure why that was. But now, hearing the name Liam Stinson and Alexander Pierce and how they were all connected to you…broke him.

Had you been lying to him all these years? There was no way that you didn’t know about the person you were practically betrothed to, nor could you have possibly remained as unattached to Pierce in all the years of your family’s loyalty.

In that moment, Bucky felt lied to and betrayed, and he felt his emotions roiling inside of him, waiting to burst. His emotions threatened to slip out, but Bucky took on a calming air and waited for your parents to continue. It must have been the right decision because your mother smirked evilly in his direction before acknowledging your father to say his piece.

“You see, James. Y/N is a more valuable player in this game than you could have ever imagined. That’s why, you’re going to leave her.”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide and he finally let a little of that anger slip as he growled, “there’s no chance in HELL of that happening. I love her.”

“HA! Love. You’re a child. You don’t know what love is. And like all men in this life, the only love you will truly know is power. Now I suggest, you do as Y/F/N just said, and leave her for good. Or so help me god, James Barnes. We will rip your world apart,” your mother threatened. 

The anger was back as Bucky managed to utter, “and how do you expect me to convince her of this? Not sure if you’ve been paying attention but she’s smart, smarter than anyone I know. She won’t believe any lie I try to feed her.”

“Ah, see here’s what you’re going to do, James. You’re going to forget she ever existed. You’re going to lose her number, you and your friends are going to ignore her completely. Block her if you have to. But you will never have any sort of relationship with my daughter again. Do not take my threat lightly, Barnes. I mean it with every ounce of me. I will bring the entirety of the Pierce Army to your door and destroy every one and every thing you have ever loved.”

The ice in your voice was extremely chilling, and in that moment Bucky knew your mother was more serious than he’d ever seen her. But Bucky’s brain was confused and back on the train of betrayal as he thought about you and the now-obvious connections you had with Pierce and how you must have known about this plan for so long, so why would you never tell him.

‘Maybe she was spying, maybe she wants to marry Stinson, maybe she lied to you,’ his brain supplied and before he could shake the thoughts from his head your father was leaning back in his seat, appraising Bucky’s every move.

“Do we have a deal?” Your father’s voice brought Bucky back from the edge. In a minute, he’d made up his mind.

Bucky Barnes fixed your parents with a cold, steely gaze before replying, “Deal. But if you fuck with my family or any of my friends, know that you aren’t the only ones with an army. And that goes for Y/N as well. If I hear one word about how you’ve mistreated her or made her unhappy in ANY way, I will rain hellfire on your entire organization.”

The looks on your parents faces were mixed of light approval and anger as they carefully took in Bucky’s threat, the promise lying clearly in between them, before your father extended his hand to Bucky and the two shook on it before Bucky was shown to the door.

Bucky kept his promise. He stopped talking to you. He made Steve, Natasha and Sam ignore you. He told only Steve, his best friend’s reaction was one of extreme alarm and sadness. Bucky could’ve sworn he caught a smidge of regret in Steve’s eyes over his actions, but he shook it off. Bucky did it for Steve’s own good. For Natasha’s. For Sam’s. For Winnie and George. He never gained any concrete evidence that you had actually been as deeply involved as your parents, but the betrayal still stung ten years later.

But a small part of him still regretted that decision to this day.

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Beauty and The Snake Prince

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by CMD89

A peasant in Vanaheim is forced to audition to be the concubine of the infamously detestable Loki of Asgard in tribute for Odin’s protection. Taking advantage of a lost cause, you decide to take the lessons of your aunt, a temple priestess to the goddess of love, to Asgard in order to seduce the prince in an attempt to win freedom for your people.

Instantly finding yourself struggling to stay afloat among the brutal nobles, cutthroat concubines, jealous princesses, and brutal games you never dreamed could exist in your worst nightmares, it becomes difficult to keep your head down in the court, or in the bed, of the infamous Snake Prince.

What you didn’t expect to find, however, was the exposed, wounded soul of a misunderstood prince longing for more than a bed-warmer.

Words: 2351, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Thor, Odin, Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, OCs, Frigga

Relationships: Loki x Reader, Prince!Loki x Concubine!Reader, Loki/YN, loki x y/n

Additional Tags: Thor - Freeform, Loki - Freeform, mcu - Freeform, Odin - Freeform, Frigga - Freeform, Asgard, OC, reader - Freeform, Dark, Concubine/Dom, Dom!Loki, reader is a concubine, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Unrequited Love, Dark Fantasy, dubcon, sub!Reader, Female Reader, Reader Insert, Intrigue, Drama, betrothal, Forced Marriage, Slavery, Sex Slavery, rated r, audition, Freyja - Freeform, Goddess of Love - Freeform, Slave to Lover, Smut, Fluff, Sexual Situations, y/n, Virginity Kink, Breeding Kink, Power Dynamics, Bondage and Discipline, Praise Kink, Beauty and the Beast

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y/n : Oh, who is that?

Thor: My brother, loki -

y/n : He's kinda hot.

Natasha: He killed 80 people in two days

y/n : doesn't change the fact that he's hot

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