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neonovember · 1 year

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Reigning expectations pt.2

pairing: thor x fem!reader

summary: Your feelings of inadequacy come forth as thor tries to prove that you deserve whats been transcribed by the gods

word count: 4K

warnings: illusion to smut, depression, self esteem issues, thor’s dirty mouth, probably inaccurate depictions of Thor and Asgard

a/n: pretend I know what I’m talking about, this part two has been long over due

MINORS DNI

The clang of the mythological metal rang through the Avengers tower as it tobbled from your grip and lay flat against the hardwood floor. There is an imminent silence that blankets the team, as they, all of them, wallow in the confusion and wonderment that had just occurred.

The cool midnight breeze wafts in from the balcony doors, and New York glitters with phasing lights and smoke.

It lasts a mere second before the entire team has enveloped the space with rapid questions and demands, each derangily looking between Thor and an alarmingly frozen you. You press your fingernails into your palms, and as your ears begin to ring, the rush of realisation hits you hard then, and it almost tobbles you beside the damn hammer itself.

Quickly rising, your eyes scan the tower, and you don't hesitate for a second before dashing through your teammates, trying to escape the questions you have no answer for and the reality that you have no desire to face. The end of the hallway has an enclosed door that leads to an elevator that takes you straight to the rooftop, separate from the main elevator and one you've found all on your own. You were not shy from escaping into the night air to feel the relief of air gushing through your lungs, it was just a tad bit safer 12 stories high.

Pressing the buttons impatiently, you stand erect in the metal elevator, surrounded by glistening mirrors you can't help but scrutinise your reflection. A queen? A descendant of a god? You let out a pathetic laugh that you hide from yourself. There must have been some cosmic shift in the universe that caused you to lift that hammer, a blip in the loops of universes that made up your timeline, anything, everything, just something that didn't mean worthiness.

Your entire life you had gambled with bouts of low self-esteem, it would manifest through periods of deep self-loathing and merely acceptance of yourself. Everything you did, and every choice you made would be scrutinised by those closest to you, and when the team accepted you as their one you couldn't quite understand why. You didn't know it then but that moment was when you truly started living, the team was your bedrock, the resounding calm after the storm, they helped you pick up the pieces when they fell all those years ago, and now? Now you fear everything was about to change.

You slide down the elevator walls, feeling the mirrors crowding you, leaning in, as push your heated skin against the cool metal walls. You can’t face yourself, much less the thought of your mythological destiny.

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Thor’s POV

The team looks towards one another, confusion lifting their features from the amusement and loudness just moments ago.

God, you had truly lifted it. Every harrowing thought that clouds and preens against Thor's mind are are all confused and disoriented. But the pulse in his heart quickens, and his eyes glaze over and he just knows.

He always knew you were worthy.

It bubbles in his heart and causes a restlessness to clamour its way into his chest. It radiates from the tips of his toes to his golden locks, this knowing, it drives him to search and reach for you, for his girl, for his Lady.

A hand presses into his arm, tugging at the tailored navy cloth of a thousand threads

“Thor??, Thor can you hear me??” The baritone voice breaks through his fazed-out expression, causing him to turn swiftly to Steve.

Thor can only manage a gurgle of noise that escaped from his throat, his head swiftly nodding as a concerned look pulls against Steve’s golden features.

“Did you know about this? About another being on Earth holding the capability of your hammer?” Steve asks, eyes widening.

“Not even a celestial being Thor, a goddamn mortal, a human, our fuckin- our teammate, how is that even possible?” Banner interrupts, his gruff voice pitching higher at the end of his sentence. The smell of spilt booze and tobacco intensifies as Bruce sits down on the coffee table across from Thor.

“I-uh, I had no idea” Liar.

“The hammer, Mjolnir, it, it was crafted millions of years before our time, at the hands of mythological legends that embedded a deep power that cannot be explained nor restrained by the-the physics of this world” Thor begins to explain, hands flying across from him, gesturing to the tower and beyond the thick window walls.

The team leans in, the puzzling amusement wafts in the air and they hold their breath, none of them could lift it even a hair, and yet, you grasped it like it weighed nothing like it was a part of you.

What other hidden powers did you possess? What other lurking lineage would manifest out of the blue, causing them to wonder what you truly wore, even years later.

“While it may seem incredibly heavy to all of you, for me, and-and now for y/n” Thor gestures to your seat, before finding it empty, the imprint of your body pressed into the leather but no sign of you.

Thor quickly rises from his seat, moving from the crowding space of the coach, his eyes flicker across from the team, and still, your absence harrows deeper into his chest.

Shaking with earnestness to find you and tell you all the things left at the tip of his tongue and bit back into his lip, the sounds of the team are muffled from his ears.

A crackling fire breathes deep within him, black and blue flames licking their way up his stomach, pushing him, burning him with a sole purpose that bristles the hairs down his back.

Find her. Help her. Keep her.

“Thor? We’re you going?” Tony asks, the drunken liquor that had once softened his features hardened again, the prior events sobering him quickly.

“Y/n, she- she’s gone” Thor replies, his voice cracking as he begins to move

“Shit” Mutters Tony, before moving from his position, calling for Friday to secure the building, barring all exits.

“If she gets out, she’s going to be confused, that power that runs through your veins, it brings something within you, and if we don’t find her, she might- she’s going to..” Thor replies, his eyes darting across his teammates, tugging at his collar which has begun to itch his skin.

“She’s going to hurt some people” Steve replies, an understanding that blankets his features, nodding with a gruff mumbling through a tight-lipped mouth.

“More like a lot of people” Tony snorts, fingers fumbling at indiscreet buttons embedded into his tailored suit. Whilst the rest of the team begin gearing up to find you, and suddenly, like a flash of wind and rain, Thor gritty his teeth and steps forward.

“Wait, stop, STOP, before you all try and hound her, let me talk to her, I’m the only one who can, and believe me, she's not going to want her team mates scurrying around the tower like she's some intruder”. Thor says, before Tony scoffs loudly

“Listen, I get the whole kicked puppy appeal, and I know how you like to play Prince Charming, but we need to find her as quick as possible, this isnt just for our safety, its for hers. Did you ever think about that?” Tony replies, eyebrows raising expectedly.

“She barely knows what's happening to her, and she could end up hurting herself alright? Unlike many of you who think I actually care about the team, well maybe just Y/N but still.” Tony murmur, as he casts his gaze across the team.

“Which is exactly why I, need to find her, not you not the team, not Lady Friday, me” Thor emphasises the word, pressing his index towards his chest.

Tony sighs, he's shoulder giving way, teeth grinding and he bits back a harsh retort, Bruce shifts on his feet, knuckles rubbing across his bottom lip as his mind runs over the hundred questions and possibilities pressing his mind.

“Maybe he's right,” He says, causing Tony to swiftly turn his neck, eyebrows raising as he cocks his head in shock.

“Jesus Banner, you're telling me you agree with him?” Tony replies, a comical laugh leaving his mouth as shakes his head in dissaprovment.

“Look, Tony, I want, more than anything to find her as quick as possible and find out what or how this is happening, alright? But we've got to be smart about this, she's going to be out there, scared, and feeling disoriented, and that isn't a good combination with cosmic wielding powers. The only one who can reach her, through the fog and mist of confusion is Thor.” Banner replies, eyes noting Tony’s scrutinising gaze.

“You should go” A voice rises from the team before Bucky coughs loudly,

“He needs to go, Tony, she only needs one person at this point, and it's you, it's gotta be you” Bucky replies, nodding towards Thor who returns the same gesture.

“Always voted out of a team I practically created, why do I even try anymore” Murmurs Tony, scratching his chin roughly, before he seems to surrender as Thor’s blazing blues bore into him.

Before Thor has a chance to step forward, Tony's gruff voice presses him to stop.

His hands reach down to pat his pack pocket awkwardly, before shifting his reach into his jacket, he throws a small rectangle screen towards the golden-haired god.

“It’s a portable tablet screen that's directly connected to Friday, think of it as a, uh mini Friday in your pocket. If you need us, just click the side button twice,” explains Tony. As Thor pockets the tablet securely, he nods towards him, an understanding that is murmured between their eyes.

And with a turn, Thor takes off into the darkness of the expansive tower, following the route he's carved into the forefront of his mind. The route he knows you take every day, hoping to the gods he’ll find his girl.

--- -

Shouldering the rooftop door open the gush of the city air fills your lungs with mouthfuls, the sting of smoke and escaped steam wrinkle your nose and you sigh out loud at the circumstance you face this rooftop with.

You ride your dress up as you fumble to reach for a maroon brick, shoving it carelessly between the door and the adjacent wall to keep I from locking from the inside.

Walking through the rooftops brick terrace held together by rows of porcelain columns, the glitter of strung fairy lights glistens against your skin, the midnight breeze wafts through your hair and you can't understand why but there is a sliver of unease that runs down your back, bristling the hairs on the curve of it.

Stepping towards the edge of the rooftop, your eyes strain as they watch the waves of yellow cabs and red umbrellas, rolling over and crashing into the bank, pulling back, and pushing into the sea of people that engulfed this city. Sky-scratching buildings seem to loom down on you, as you raise your head towards the skies, towards the thin band of here and there, the world in which its lineage ran through your veins.

You wondered if you would live between those two worlds, between the green and blue of Earth and the luminous realms of Asgard. Would you have to forgo your life on Earth? Leave your teammates to go fight- to go fulfil some designated throne that had been waiting for you since the inception of time? Your thoughts are cut off as you feel that same shiver caress your spine, it's blinding in its uncomfortableness, like an itch you cannot scratch.

And without any conscious reason, you feel yourself recognise the presence of another being, one that feels connected to you, beyond the strained curiosity and shock your other teammates had plastered on their faces.

This person, they reach for you, the whisper of their knowing hands, strong, as they'd hold you, stripping away everything else, the constraints of normalcy and what dictates ordinary on Earth. Reaching for you, like they know, like they understand, like they too grasp the strength of the Nordic grafted hammer.

“Thor” You whisper, head tilted towards the black oil spill that spreads across the evening sky.

“M’lady” He replies swiftly, the sound of his boots stepping forward from their place leaning against the rooftop door frame.

“How did you find me” You chuckle humourlessly, letting the auburn locks fall across your face, a curtain that guards you against the world.

“If I knew better, I’d call it a hunch, but if I'm being completely honest? I can’t help but notice you in a room full of others, you pull me, like some invisible force, where you go I follow, call me foolish and I’d say I’m but a fool for you”. Thor replies, with a deep baritone voice that causes you to quiver.

You gulp at his admonishment, softly turning your body to gaze towards his lingering figure, a stretch of space between you two that told you if you didn't want this you could still back away and run from it. A stretch of space Thor always kept from you, keeping you at arm's length until now, until he couldn't bare to keep you away.

He overpowers everything, his stature looming over everyone in the team like some formidable statue, the cloth navy shirt and pants going to every muscle and ripple in his body, the threads stretching across his expansive chest and back.

The whips of his dirty blonde hair escape his haphazard bun, licking the edges of his beard and curved lashes beaded with a sunset yellow. The wind flutters around him, a blossom appearing on his cheeks and neck, as his eyes survey your expression, trying to decipher your response through the stone of your features.

“You-” You clear your throat as you continue “You truly mean that?” You whisper back, stepping closer towards him. He looks across at you, eyes fluttering under heavy lids, nodding furiously as he steps towards you, causing you to step back until the small of your back brushes against the rooftop railing.

“Swear to the gods, this is a truth I’ve held closer than anything in my life” Thor promises, he's closer now, close enough where you can trace the sun-kissed freckles across his cheeks or the whisper of a white scar that snakes its way across his forehead.

“Let me help you? Please?” Thor looks down at you, a fire burning within the storm of his azure eyes, waves crashing against each other, the depth of a dark beast that tries to swallow you whole.

You furrow your eyebrows, your heart pounding against your chest as you swallow thickly, looking up towards him you reach for his arm and he grasps you earnestly, squeezing hard.

“I don't want to hurt people Thor, and- and I don't think there is anything you can help me with” You reply, as you press your teeth into your bottom lip.

Thor’s gaze on your bristles, his jaw tight as he observes you closely, his eyes darken before he shakes the moment away.

“What do you mean?” Thor replies, confusion spreading across his features

“Thor, do you honestly believe I am some kind of long-lost queen to your dynasty? That I, have the duty and honour to carry that hammer?” You reply, your gaze shifting across his features, as a moment of realisation hits him.

“You don't think you're worthy.” He murmurs, shaking his head as if the mere saying revolted him.

You bite your lip, smiling hard before nodding, it was true after all, so why did it hurt so much when it came from his mouth?

“Did you think I truly believed I was when I grasped Mjolnir in my hand all those years before? Every single fibre of my being dripped with doubt that It wouldn't nudge, that some overarching god saw my deepest fears and believed them”. He replies, his eyes glazed as if reminiscing about life before.

You listen carefully, but can't help the look of shock that overpowers your features. The hammer was practically grafted for him, the hilt and handle moulded to fit the length of his hand. His big, burly, thick hands. And yet he was doubtful, a voice tries to doubt his words, saying they are just a front, but you know, deep down, that he is probably the only person who has spoken to you this truthfully, the only person you know looks at you and sees you.

“And you know what happened?” Thor continues “I picked it up, and with it those doubts lay where they would, and I was so thankful, that they saw everything, my deepest fears, but refused to believe them as true. Refused to give them any chance to destroy me”. He replies

“And now, I come to you, and hope to god I give you that same reassurance, that same ever-lasting remembrance that you are, and will always be, worthy” Thor replies, fingers tracing the curve of your face, tucking a curl behind your ear.

“This isn’t to say I don't carry those same doubts, trust me, darling, they are with me, each and every day, but most days, the belief in me is a little louder” Thor replies, a smile tugging his lips as he looks at you.

“It’s just- it's just so confusing. I mean why now?” You reply.

“Gods tend to have a pretty funny sense of humour, trust me” Thor replies, a chuckle escaping his mouth, it's beautiful, the sound still held back by nerves and the eagerness to not make a fool of himself infant of you.

You can't help but let a giggle leave you, the sound so foreign after so many years of your non-expressive facade, it felt good, to let yourself be free, let yourself go of the pain of everything unsaid.

“You know, before the team, before everything really, I had a sister. She was younger than me but so so tall, and had this amazing raven hair that just fell into beautiful curls down her back. I always felt I needed to protect her, even when I didn't know what that meant you know? And then she died, and my entire life just caved in on itself” You murmur, the memories of those years before pain you, the familiar burn aching just like it was yesterday.

“I was so broken Thor, I mean, just- I was ruined” You smile, tears ebbing on your waterline as you shake yourself.

“How could I possess such power, such significance, when I was so destroyed for years? When I couldn't even bath myself when I couldn’t- when I could protect her. I was weak, and that stays with you, I feel it in my bones. It stays with you” You struggle to swallow around the brick lodged into your throat, blinking back tears that have begun to stain your cheeks.

Thor's hand comes to swipe them away with his thumb, holding it there so that he grasped your face, and scooped it within the mass of his enormous hands. You get safe in them, like the horrors of your past could be protected by his index and thumb.

“The pain, the pain of losing someone close to you, it’s like that of losing a part of yourself, during the battle of Asgard, I had lost-” Thor coughs, shaking his head before continuing. “I had lost one of my dearest comrades, my confidante, my friend. I took it, the pain, and I kept it within me, letting it fester and bellow as more of my loved ones passed. I didn't know it then but I was slowly stripping away, decorticating and rotting from the inside out”.

“I don't think I will ever forgive myself you know? For not doing enough, for doing too much, I don't know. It’s all such a blur, just feelings and memories now, that pain is there.” Thor replies mournfully, pressing a hand to your chest softly.

“But there comes a point where you have to make a decision, to either allow yourself to sink further down the depression and grief, are allow it to be a part of yourself, letting its waves crash over you rather than against you, let the storm take you until it has no choice but to pass”

“It’s there and we carry it with us every day and isn't that enough? Isn’t the pain we feel a testament to our love? To the love, we felt for them? In some weird way, this hammer? Mjolnir? it saved me. Appearing every time I called for it, by my side through it all, and I want that for you, I want you to feel that you can trust me enough to keep me by your side”. Thor replies, wiping away the tears that glisten from the city lights from your cheeks, dipping his head to lean it against your own.

“Oh Thor” You sigh, the sound of his name ripping through you like an avalanche, the emotions you've kept buried deep within the carcass of your chest finally ripped wide open.

Thor shudders at the sound of his name leaving your pretty lips, gods he was enamoured, the way your soft voice whispered the curves and flicks of his syllables. He wonders how you'd whisper it, how you'd shout it in the throes of pleasure, keening as he filed you to the hilt, dark hair sprawled as he rocked into your slick folds.

“I came to his rooftop as a signal of my resignation to this crazy idea of wielding Mjolnir, to give in, yet again to the harrowing voices that had soon taken over every thought in my brain since my sister's death” You reply, eyes shifting to the murmur of the Hudson, the deep river that held and accepting your darkest admonishes, your darkest secrets with open arms.

“And now, now, you've let me see, Thor, you've let me finally see” You croak, a teary smile as you reach for him, your hands grasping at the hairs on his nape.

“How can I thank you? How can I possibly thank you for believing me, my stupid fears, my regrets, my past? For taking the chance none in years had ever?” You reply

Thor looks down at you, the beginnings of an unravelling love tearing through his features, his eyes shining as the gaze over each slope and line of your face, hands tugging as they grip your waist closer to his towering figure.

God, he thinks he’s always known you were something special, from the moment you had spilt half your coffee on him to the moment you had tackled him down on that rubbery training room floor. The curves of your hips pressing into the hardness of his stomach- Jesus Christ.

He couldn't help but spend his nights imagining you pined under him after that, how pretty you’d look with him taking care of you, and now, with the reality, you would both be faced with, with you being able to imprint your presence in the city and world he loved, his cock throbbed with need.

He could picture it now, your curved back sleeping peacefully in his bed in Asgard, left bare save from the threaded blanket strewn between you both. The shine of the city’s morning light filtered into the large pane windows of the castle. Thor answering calls from the team, before you nudged him gently, the need spreading across your face with the bite of your lip and flutter of your eyes. Throwing the tablet across the room before pressing into you sopping heat with a groan, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he shushes you gently “I know baby, I know, let me take care of you hm?” And oh would he fulfil your every burning, dying wish.

Thor didn't have much these days, just stolen memories and tobacco-burnt loves. But now, now he felt he had you, entirely, now he felt you had him, wholly. Until all you saw was a man who wanted to love you, and all he saw was a goddess beneath him.

“Hold me tight, My Lady, and don’t ever let go” Thor presses into your neck, before the burning blue light of Mjolnir colours your eyes, the rooftop terrace, and the sky above. The electricity pushing you forth into the sky as Thor guides your hands to the hilt, letting you feel the power that surges in you, the power that is destined and owed to you, and you only.

His Queen.

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solitaryearthperson · 7 months

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Marvel/MCU Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Girlcrush - Sapphic!Reader has a secret crush on Natasha and doesn’t know how to deal with it.

Woman-crush - The team finds out about Natasha and (Y/N)’s relationship and is concerned about the age difference.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Different But Same - After saving the Skrull and finding them a new homeworld, Carol returns to Earth to see someone from her past.

Dust - Enjoying a relaxing morning together with her lover, Captain Marvel never expected her to suddenly disappear.

Valkyrie/Brunhilde

Soft - Hitching a ride with Bruce and Rocket to New Asgard, (Y/N) meets the elusive Brunhilde and wants to ask her out.

Hardness (Sequel to Soft) - (Y/N) and Brunhilde go on their first date and (Y/N) takes her to an art museum, where she has a surprise for her.

It was my fault - The reader wakes up to find Brunhilde gone and goes to find her. They have a talk about why Brunhilde leaves them at night.

Jessica Jones

Shopping for Jess - The reader takes Jessica shopping for more stuff for the apartment.

Shuri/Black Panther

Genius Princess - The reader wants Shuri to go to bed with them.

Comfortable - Shuri is not sure of her outfit for T’Challa’s coronation, and (Y/N) reassures her.

For a while - Reader and Shuri share their first kiss.

Loki

None Yet

Thor

None Yet

Bruce Banner/Hulk

A Misunderstanding - Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

I'm Not A Hero - A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Matt to the Rescue - The reader, Matt, Foggy, and Karen go to Josie’s to celebrate winning a case and the reader runs into a creep.

Series

More To Come....

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wiinterz · 3 months

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enretrogue · 2 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 / 𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

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Fanfics Rec List

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange ⎢ #2

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Thor Odinson

Frank Castle / The Punisher ⎢ #2

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Loki Laufeyson

Reliable Liars — @scandalous-chaos

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Dating Carol Danvers HCs — @c-nstantine ✪

Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Holland)

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Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Garfield)

Coffee Run — @scandalous-chaos You’re Not Peter Parker — @scandalous-chaos You Love Me, I Love You — @rintsuru Even If My Heart Stops Beating — @rintsuru

Bruce Banner / The Hulk

Freak on the DL — @honeychicana ✪

Eddie Brock / Venom

When You Love Something, You Protect It — @inlovewithquestionablecharacters Den of Sin — @queenofthefaceless Promise — @queenofthefaceless Beyond the Drink, Drop Your Love On Me — @ilovemanypeople Patching Up Eddies After A Random Street Fight — @moonlit-imagines

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Zip and Rewind — @clints-lucky-arrow Sex w/ Matt HC — @lethological-clara

Stucky

Stucky Masterlist — @navybrat817

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ughdontbeboring · 1 month

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only you.

Thor x WoC reader

reader comes home a little tipsy and Thor has to remind her, she’s the ONE.

Warnings: Slightly smutty? Insecurities, Thor is that man. Reader is tipsy but she’s totally ok with her man dickin her down.

note: this is my big story back, I don’t think I’ve posted in like a year? not sure, also this is super rushed so not super proud but I had to get it out my head. Also there’s going to be an alternative version of this because I couldn’t decide how I wanted this to go. That will be posted in a week or 2. I have a hard time writing Thor idk way, he’s one of my favs but such a complex character I think. Also only one mention of readers complexion but can be read by anyone.

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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach.

Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago.

She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.

She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard.

“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight.

“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.

“Do you need water little one?”

“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock.

She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room.

She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.

“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember.

“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him.

“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“

But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs.

They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan.

“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock.

She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand.

“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy.

“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his.

“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“

“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again.

His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him.

“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully.

The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again.

“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade”

“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly.

“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt.

“I am yours completely” Thor said before he swiftly buried his thick cock in her til the hilt, her eyes rolled back as her loud gasped filled the quiet room.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 7 months

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 165 & 166

Welcome to Weeks 165 & 166

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Beg - (Brock Rumlow x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Andy Oneshot - @navybrat817

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

The Best Thing to Ever Happen - (Lee x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Drabble Breeding kink - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

WOUNDED - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Ride the Lightning - (Thor x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Andy Oneshot - @syntheticavenger

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 6! - @talia-rumlow

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 7! - @/talia-rumlow

A Solid Foundation - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Happy Beans - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

a fair punishment - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Bucky Oneshot - @writerlyhabits

sex and sage flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky x G/N Reader Oneshot - @fluffyprettykitty

petrichor - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

distracted - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Last First Kiss - (Bucky x WOC!Reader) - @jadedvibes

Try Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Yellow Slide - (Bucky × reader with neurodivergent) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Collared part 19 - @spnexploration

Collared part 20 - @/spnexploration

3 Billion Divorce - Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 7 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

But The Flesh Is Always Weak - (Andy x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Promises Part ⅓ - (Bucky x Reader) - @preciousbarnes

Special Girl - (Stucky) - @/rookthorne

Neighborhood watch - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Bucky Headcanon - @writerlyhabits

pansies, pain, and other things about bucky - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Cheesy Romance - (Loki x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

FASHION SHOW - (Steve x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

My Skin On Yours - (Nick x Reader) - @flordeamatista

And baby makes three - (Lee x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

A splash of courage - (Bucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Ready or Not - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Beard burn - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

Of Service - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Juxtaposition - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Your Friend, Yenzy (2/?) - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Sanction - (Lloyd x Reader) - @/labella420

Crossing the line - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

His Inheritance - Part 23 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Incandescent - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @navybrat817

Stuffed animals - @nekoannie-chan

know how to share - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @witchywithwhiskey

Say My Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @jadedvibes

Better Than Before - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #brock rumlow x reader #andy barber x reader #lee bodecker x reader #thor x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #curtis everett x reader #stucky x reader #loki x reader #nick fowler x reader #ari levinson x reader #jake jensen x reader

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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falling for the captain | part 1.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), none

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Note: first of all, huge shoutout to @venusbarnes for the idea of a young reader and creating such an interesting dynamic with that. I recommend her operation brat fic! Second, the reader is going to be black/woc. I try to switch it up with my stories, leaving some with ambiguous readers or with characteristics you can work around. But I feel like we don’t have a lot of explicitly woc!reader inserts like how we do for white or ambiguous!reader inserts so for this one I chose to be more over the head with it but anyone not poc, hopefully shouldn’t feel taken out of the story.

(Series Masterlist)

“Honestly, I think it’s just some magic trick. That’s it. All that’s to it,” Tony muttered as he downed his drink.

“Didn’t we have this argument last year, Stark,” Natasha laughed.

The Avengers were gathered in the common room, drinking and relaxing after a mission. It was the first real mission with Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Bucky. Bucky stayed monitoring in the quinjet, Wakanda might have been able to give him a new arm but even they couldn’t get rid of the mind control of HYDRA. It ran so deep in Bucky. Shuri thought maybe it’s because he was still scared. They would revisit the re-programming on a different day.

Enjoying the little get together was everyone who stayed in the compound, plus Rhodey. Scott had left to do whatever. Peter went back to his Aunt May’s for the weekend and T’Challa was busy running whole kingdoms but promised to make it the next night.

“Ah ah. We had this argument but Thor wouldn’t let us try it,” Tony rebutted.

Thor set Mjolnir on the table and gestured towards it. “Go ahead then, try.”

The God of Asgard laughed as most of his teammates tried and failed to lift the hammer. He lifted his flask of Asgardian mead towards Natasha but the Black Widow just shook her head. Natasha didn’t need the hammer to answer if she was worthy or not. It wasn’t a question she really wanted to find out the answer to.

Thor’s eye twitched when Steve stepped towards Mjolnir. No one may have noticed but Thor was firmly looking at how the hammer moved ever so slightly under Steve’s pull. He tried to laugh it off as Steve sat back down and held out his cup for Thor to pour him some more mead. Steve and Bucky were grateful for Thor’s stash of alcohol; it felt so good for them to be able to get drunk again with the team.

“So how long do you think before Fury’s breathing down our backs again?” Rhodey asked.

“Since you somehow convinced the UN we didn’t need the Accords, I give it a week tops,” Clint said. “Actually, in three days, we’ll find ourselves in some country before Monday.”

Everyone chuckled. Convincing the UN to let the Avengers still run without being signed to anything was a lot of work. After Sokovia, they weren’t exactly happy. But with the promise of establishing a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in the UN and the backing of T’Challa to vouch for them, they managed to stay the way they were operating before.

“Well, if we’re going to be shipped out before the weekend ends… who wants to play a game?” Tony asked.

Everyone groaned, Tony’s games usually involved things that were both embarrassing and very sexual. Before they could move to make themselves comfortable for the game, a portal opened up in front of the couches. A girl and a cat tumbled out.

“No, no, no! Shit!” you yelled as the portal closed.

You patted on the brick fireplace. You moved your arm and hands in the circle you’ve done so many times but nothing happened. You groaned. This was not the plan. You were supposed to knock the HYDRA agent into the portal, sending him away from Earth-563 and to wherever the hell you were now. You didn’t know how long you were going to be here, you hoped your team could function without you.

Well, you knew they could. You might have been “Captain” but it wasn’t really like you were close with the team, you just fought alongside them. They were the family, you were the outsider.

You let out a frustrated yell and turned around. A group of, well you had no clue who they were, stared at you. Before you could even say anything, a large man with long blond hair was pressing a hammer into your stomach. You would’ve laughed but somehow you couldn’t move from under the hammer.

“Who are you and state your case?” he said, aggressively.

“Um, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). My case is… staying here until I get back home, I guess.”

“And home is?”

“Earth-563 shortened to Earth.”

“Call Fury.” You heard someone else say. You couldn’t see past the man in front of you.

“Who’s the feline?” You heard a female voice ask.

“You mean Goose?”

There were a couple chuckles before it became deadly silent again.

“You named the cat Goose?” Some other voice asked. It sounded like a man… and dripping with arrogance.

“I was three, sue me.”

“Well, I think we can handle the girl. And she seems to not be a threat, you can let her go Thor,” a different man said. At least you think it was a different man, the voice sounded more authoritative but it could’ve been the same for all you knew.

Thor. So that was the name of the man holding you to the fireplace. Thor very slowly let you go, you knew he didn’t trust you. None of them probably trusted you. Not that you could blame them but also if anyone was in your position, you should be the scared one. There’s only one of you and like thirty of them.

As Thor backed away, you could see all the other people standing up and watching you. Not that you were focused on anyone else, just the man with the metal arm. The man you hadn’t seen till he got shipped off to war.

“James?” you breathed out.

Your feet moved before your brain could process. You threw your arms around Bucky’s neck while he just stood there awkwardly. None of the other Avengers could move. You pulled back and placed both your hands on the side of his face.

“What happened to you? They told us the 107th went— you were MIA… you’re not my James, are you?”

You pulled away very embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve seen your face before.”

“How the hell do you know Barnes?” the arrogant man asked.

“I… can I get some names first? I don’t know any of you.”

“You seem to know Bucky… Fine, Tony Stark,” Tony said after you glared at him.

The rest of the team, that you came to know as the Avengers— funny that was the name of your team as well, introduced themselves.

“Maybe we should hold off on, (Y/N) was it?” Steve asked, he continued when you nodded. “How about we wait for (Y/N) to answer when Nick gets here.”

“When is that?”

“He said give him thirty minutes,” Natasha said as she looked at her phone.

Thirty minutes in awkward silence is all you were thinking. So you plopped down onto the floor and grabbed Goose, petting that cat while you waited. The Avengers just stared at you. It wasn’t everyday a girl opened a portal into what they thought was their very secure compound.

The first thing you heard was a scream. A man with an eye patch attempted to return himself to his normally stoic demeanor. The rest of the Avengers looked at him in complete confusion, they had never seen the Nick Fury act like that before. Your cat meowed and you lifted him to your ear. You nodded in understanding.

“Goose says she’s sorry about the 90s and the whole…” you pointed to your eye.

Nick looked at you amazed. “You speak Flerken?”

“Flerken? The cat meows?”

“She has a dangerous alien pet and thinks it’s still a cat. Okay, who the hell are you?” Nick asked as he sat down on one of the armchairs.

You spent the next hour answering all their questions as best as you could: Your name was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), nineteen years old. You come from Earth-563, a parallel Earth according to a quick phone call to a Carol Danvers by Nick. You were captain of the Avengers back on your Earth where yes HYDRA is also a problem, on top of other threats. Your powers closely resembled Wanda’s with a few additional points. You’ve known Goose since you were a baby and no you weren’t sure how the cat made its way to Earth-563. You don’t know why you can’t get back home, the portal you created should’ve opened the minute you tried. And of course the pressing question was how do you know Bucky?

“My brother?”

“Brother? That’s impossible, Bucky’s—”

You cut Sam off.

“James Buchanan Barnes. 107th regiment. Sergeant. Adopted by our parents on March 10, making that his birthday. Lost an arm in duty on a super soldier program. Was given a new arm and immediately chose to continue fighting. You brought me the cat when you came back during a break from fighting. Admittedly, you look a bit older than I remember but James was already older before I was even born. We were told his regiment was declared MIA… they wanted to declare to you dead but we wouldn’t let them. You told me you were with me till—”

“Till the end of the line. Okay, somehow she knows me.”

“Well, it is possible for some of us to have parallel versions of us. Maybe Bucky is one of them?” Bruce offered.

“But then why don’t I know you or I guess our Earth’s you?” Bucky asked, turning back.

“Well, we did come from the 40s Buck,” Steve said. “It wasn’t exactly like they let everyone… hang out.”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, not wanting to really talk about the less than diverse times he came from and it was pretty obvious from the curly hair and brown skin that you looked nothing like most of the Avengers, save Sam and Rhodey. The team agreed and dropped the subject. The new focus was on your powers, or lack thereof.

“I don’t get it. You all saw the portal.”

“Yeah, gave us quite the shock.”

“That’s not even half of what I can do… if I could do it.”

“So you’re a badass fighter, with no powers right now and currently no way to get home,” Tony said as he took a sip of the whiskey he had been slowly nursing since you tumbled into the living room. “Would you like to join the Avengers? Well, our Earth’s Avengers.”

“What?”

“Well you seem like you already do this whole superhero thing and we can’t exactly let you leave here until we have everything figured out. Not that we don’t believe you but can never be too cautious, kid.”

“So join your Avengers or be a prisoner till you vet me?”

Tony shrugged. You looked down at Goose in your lap, the cat giving no response but a yawn.

“Okay, I guess we’re in.”

“Great. I think we can call it a night. F.R.I.D.A.Y.!”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” the robotic voice rang throughout the compound.

“Spare room in the compound?”

“The only fully done spare room would be on the floor with Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.”

“You don’t mind sharing a floor with the old men?”

“I don’t think so… you don’t snore, right?”

Sam laughed while Steve and Bucky just shook their heads.

“Okay. Capsicle, Buckaroo. Show the lady to your floor. We’ll continue all this when we’re all less drunk. Maybe the little lady can show us her powers, huh?”

Everyone started heading out one by one. Nick Fury said goodbye to you from a distance, refusing to step near the cat. You followed Steve and Bucky into the elevators. Despite the elevator being big, you and Goose felt relatively squished sandwiched between the two super soldiers. When you exited the elevators, you understood why there weren’t many people rooming on a single floor. After Bucky opened the door to your room, it might as well have been a mini apartment— minus a kitchen.

“This is huge.” You let Goose drop from your arms and she walked around before jumping gently onto the bed.

“Tony’s money,” Steve said. “So, F.R.I.D.A.Y. should give you a wake-up call. We usually meet in the kitchen before doing our own thing.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s the A.I.?”

“Yeah. Also, Tony.”

You hummed in understanding. “I don’t suppose the closet has a change of clothes? Or do I just have to sleep in my fighting clothes?”

Bucky looked at you confused. “You fight in jean shorts? Doesn’t that leave you a bit exposed?”

“Hmm? HYDRA agents only hit me badly a couple times, I heal up pretty fine. Never really thought about what I fight in.”

“Well, you should reconsider.”

“How are you and my James so much alike? Huh, parallel bodies have the same condescending brain.”

Bucky said nothing, but you could see the corner of his mouth go up just a bit. Steve bit back a laugh. Bucky left and returned with a sweater and sweatpants. He handed them to you.

“How’d you know I listen to AC/DC?” You asked as you looked at the logo on the sweatpants.

“I didn’t… you just seemed like the type. I guess maybe I do know you or some things about you.”

“Well, thank you, Bu— James.”

“You can call me Bucky.”

“Are you sure?”

“You called him that, didn’t you? It’s fine with me.”

“Okay. Thanks. Goodnight, Bucky, Steve.”

The two said their goodnights to you and you closed your door. You looked around your new temporary residence.

“Um, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

“How do I work the shower?”

(Part 2)...

#steve rogers x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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lady-thor-foster · 3 years

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Say Okay // Thor x Reader (Roommate AU) P1

Pairing: Thor x WOC Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Warning: No powers, smut, langauge, feelios. We all know what you’re here for :D

Summary: It’s been so long since someone’s made you feel wanted, cherished and loved. It’s been even longer since you’ve gotten lucky! What happens when you discover your roommate a wants to give you all of the above?

Inspiration: “Say Okay” – Vanessa Hudgens

“When you call, I don’t know, If I should pick up the phone, every time… I’m not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I’m so shy But I don’t wanna be into you, If you don’t treat me the right way. See I can only start seeing you If you can make my heart feel safe...”

How many years has it been since you felt the touch of a lover?

Fuck if you knew. You were content with your toys and fanfic, you told yourself. (That’s a lie, but we’re not talking about that right now). You’re not one of those people who needs to be in a relationship to feel happy. You were completely happy by yourself! (This is only half a lie, that counts, right?)

Of course, it certainly doesn’t help that you have a blonde god for a roommate, and he is no stranger to hot people sharing his bed. Human or not, Thor is just not of this world. It’s obvious at this point the universe is mocking just how empty it is on the other side of your bed.

Groaning, you stuffed your face into a pillow and tried very hard not to replay the sounds of the intense sex going on at the end of the hall. No, you’re not jealous at all, you told yourself. You totally didn’t mind hearing the couple he brought home moaning in ecstasy for the last 4 hours. (This is absolutely another lie).

How much stamina does Thor have anyway?? How is a marathon for 4 hours actually possible???? Did they stop for drinks?? Shaking the nearly endless stream of thoughts from your head, you chastised yourself for being so nosy. Thor’s a grown man, he’s welcome to fuck who he likes. (And he does, frequently and several times a night…). Gods, you really need to get laid.

“That’s it! No more feeling sorry for yourself [Y/N],” you proclaimed, “We are going out with the girls tonight and we are getting fucked!”

A loud snort followed by a crash and a yelp sounded on the other side of your bedroom door. Blood suddenly drained from your face as you realized your apartment had been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes. Oh no. He didn’t hear that…did he?

Racing to the door, your heart thundered as you swung it open to reveal a still shirtless Norse man blushing visibly. Oh, fuck. A broken vase was littered around his bare feet, clearly knocked from the table; he grinned at you sheepishly. Can the ground open and just swallow you whole, right now? That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

“I’ll clean it up?” he said, still looking as embarrassed as you. Taking a deep breath, you decided you’re both adults, there’s no reason this needs to be awkward. (Too late). There’s only one of the most attractive people standing shirtless and barefoot in front of—BAREFOOT!

“Don’t move!” you shouted, startling you both, “there’s broken pieces everywhere and you’re not wearing any shoes!" Thor glanced down and you swore his ears turned an even brighter shade of red. Slipping on your sneakers, you carefully tip toed around what was left of the ceramic vase and worked really hard not to look your roommate in the eye. Once you were clear of the debris, you dashed quickly to the kitchen, snagged the broom, his shoes, and headed back to the hallway. Thor just watched you with an amused expression when you walked towards him with outstretched arms.

“Chop chop, motherfucker,” you smirked, “it ain’t gonna clean itself.” He snorts again and takes the broom and shoes from you. After putting his shoes on, he begins to sweep up the debris. How is it possible that he even looks beautiful doing menial chores? You’re definitely not frumpy by any means but he is just unfairly gorgeous, and you still have no idea how he agreed to be your roommate.

“Having some trouble getting fucked, are you?” he asked. This is one of those times where you’re so glad to be blessed with dark coppery skin; no one can see you blush. You wouldn’t be bested by him, especially not tonight!

“I’ll have you know, I do perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just highly selective, that’s all,” you said with your chin held high. He narrowed his gaze at your bluff and decided to call it anyway.

“Really? Why is it we’ve been roommates for almost two years and I’ve never seen anyone in your bed that wasn’t Hilde, Gamora, or Clintasha?” Your eyes widened slightly at his observations. Damn, he didn’t miss a thing, did he?

“Highly. Selective.”

“Right, and I’m Sif.”

“Highly. Selective. That’s all!” Thor shook his head at you and continued cleaning up. When his back was turned, you snuck into your bedroom and closed the door softly behind you. Now, back to your mission.

“I’m surprised you wanted to come out tonight, [Y/n]” Natasha said as she sipped her drink, “you don’t normally do this kind of thing.” There were three of you seated at at VIP table in a club that was simply called “Dongs”. Yes it was exactly that kind of club and yes you cringed every time you thought of where you were.

“I’m tired of having an empty bed,” you said simply. Natasha and Gamora nodded in understanding and gestured around the bar.

“Take your pick, I’m sure anyone of these people would be happy to warm your bed for the night.” Natasha was right. Ever since the two you set foot into the club you’d been getting sultry looks from the crowd. It made you feel good. It made you feel sexy.

“Wanna dance?” came a deep, velvety voice. You turned your head to find an exquisitely beautiful dark- skinned man with a smile as bright as the sun and thick locs that fell past his broad shoulders. Meeting his smile, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Glancing back at the girls they raised their glasses in approval and grinned wickedly. The gorgeous man pulled you close and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Heimdall,” he said. You didn’t know a name could sound so sexy falling from someone’s lips.

“[Y/n],” you responded, matching his energy. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and you shivered. The anticipation of his hands roaming your body sent goosebumps down your spine. The music changed to a slow song and Heimdall placed his hands respectfully on your hips, moving his in time with yours.

“Seems like I asked you to dance at the right time.”

“I think anytime dancing with you is the right time,” you replied. He chuckled again and pulled you flush against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the beat.

You didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but you couldn’t help it. The way his amber eyes looked at you made you feel oh so desired. You weren’t doing much more than swaying your hips together to the rhythm of the song but the heat in gaze made you burn. The scent of his cologne was making your head spin. You bit your lip and briefly wondered would it be like to kiss him. Little did you know, he was wondering the same thing.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against your cheek. The sweetness behind the gentle gesture made you melt. Where has this man been your entire life?

“Is this okay?” he asked, the question reflecting in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, with a wide smile plastered on your face. He grinned back at you. Feeling bold, you stood on your tip toes and brushed a kiss to his full lips. He grunted in surprise.

“Is that okay?” you asked back. Instead of answering you verbally, he dipped his head and kissed you again, deeply. The feel of his mouth moving against yours was heaven. It had been so long since anyone kissed you like this that you couldn’t help but feel a little rusty. A trickle of insecurity set in and you pulled away.

“Too fast?” he questioned; his brow furrowed in worry. You shook your head and bit your lip nervously.

“It’s been a while,” you replied, ``I don’t normally do this.”

“That’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his warm hands up and down your arms, “we can just dance if you want.” And so you danced.

Turns out, Heimdall was quite the dancer. He shuffled, two stepped, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. It was the most fun you’d had in quite a while! Three hours later and you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted with a surprise!

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syntheticavenger · 10 months

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new rules - fourteen

Has it really been a year since I wrote for this fic? Sheesh!

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word count: 2.5K

warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language, mentions of regicide, mentions of violence, angst, mentions of cheating (not on the Reader), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), talks of virginity and sexuality.

prince! steve rogers x princess reader

amazing moodboard by @pictures-inmy-mind | divider by @firefly-graphics

new rules masterlist

summary | done with his daughter’s antics, a king makes a decree that she will marry one of his king’s guards, whether she wants to or not.

Grace peers outside, the handwritten letter crushed in her hand, aware of the person standing behind her.

“Are you here to give me your apologies?” Her voice is controlled, even as she feels herself losing the battle with her composure.

“Would it make it better?”

Your father stands behind her, eyes focusing on the letter in her hand. Grace lifts her head higher, breathing in deeply, her back to him still.

“No. I’d much prefer you tell me that you told me so. Do you believe this is the best course of action? Removing a queen from her kingdom?”

“Better than her being dragged out by her husband’s mistress and his bastard son.”

Her breath catches in her throat at his words, the letter fluttering to the ground. Her forehead presses against the glass, her exhale fogging up the window.

“I always thought that I did everything right. I followed the rules to the letter, Father. I gave up what I wanted for a title. A marriage that joined our two kingdoms together because I was the oldest and I needed to set an example. I have always been the golden child and now, because of a scandal, I have to leave everything I’ve gained? Do you not see how insulting that is for me? For my girls? I wanted a life of my own and I almost had that once but this… this was my duty and I did it.”

“Do you not trust your father? It is for the best.”

“The best for whom?” Grace whirls around, tears in her eyes. “For your precious other daughters? The ones who share your very blood?”

“This is not what this is about. It is about the strength of our family, despite the circumstances you have found yourself in. You are my daughter, through and through. If I did not have the amount of love for you that I have had since I laid eyes on you, since the moment I knew your mother was going to have you, I would not be standing here to help you out of this scandal.”

“It is his scandal to bear! Not mine!”

“Then you will never understand what it means to be a queen. Nor will you ever understand the amount of slander and libel that will be lobbied in your direction once they hear he has decided to move in his new family. I will handle this, make no mistake, my child. For when you hurt, I hurt. When my family is broken, I will exact revenge, I promise you that. I promise my granddaughters the same. You will move from this house, to Codmare Cottage with the girls.”

“Father, I -”

“Now, Grace. I will have your things packed up but you must go.”

Sniffling, Grace pushes past her father, leaving him to pick up the letter and examine it, before he lowers his head in dismay.

Thor peeks in on Brunn, her weapons laid out on the counter, freshly cleaned and repaired. Without even turning around, she places her hands on the counter.

“What do you want?”

“There’s a briefing in a little. Queen Grace is heading to Codmare within the next few hours.”

“Noted,” Brunn says quietly. “Anything else?”

“Yes.”

She turns to look over her shoulder, Thor swallowing hard at the sight of her. She’s never cried before in front of him, let alone show any emotion but he can see her teeth running over her lower lip, as if she wants to say something.

“Will you be assisting her?” Brunn asks him.

Thor shakes his head at her question.

“No. She will be assigned to Sam. I told you, Brunnhilde, it was in the past.”

“So that makes it okay?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Thor answers her, taking a step inside. “I want you to understand that just because it’s the past doesn’t mean I turn my back on it. It isn’t a closed door, something that remains off limits. It won’t be until I can make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me?” Brunn scoffs, nodding her head in disbelief. “Does she know that you’re finished? That you can just walk away like it never happened? Does she know about you and her younger sister?”

“She knows I’m finished,” Thor responds. “I let her know in the best way I could. I’m sorry, Brunnhilde. I can sit with these feelings that I have, the feelings I have for you and reconcile that what I’ve done was wrong and that I have hurt you. I know that.”

“Good,” Brunn shoots back, turning her back on him. “Then you’ll know me well enough that I need to be alone.”

“I do. Sam will be around in an hour or so to settle in and get information. I’ve told him to come to you if you have any questions on what she would require.”

“Where will you be?”

“On a task.”

When she can no longer feel him behind her, Brunn exhales a breath, focusing on the weapons on the table in front of her.

“I’m not supposed to be here, you know,” Steve says against your forehead, your eyes closing at the feel of his arms around you. “Your father would have my head for this.”

“Would he?” you whisper, nuzzling his beard before kissing him. “I believe this is your proper place.”

“Not yet,” he purrs against your neck. “Though your pictures did you no justice when I see you in person, you brat.”

His fingers slip between your legs, his fingers inching up inside you.

“I can’t tell what you like better,” he wonders, your back arching slightly when his lips kiss your collarbone. “Earlier it was my mouth… maybe it’s both?”

“Maybe.” You shiver, feeling him move down lower, his hands seemingly everywhere and nowhere all at once, enough to make you dizzy with how he knows just where to touch, where to kiss that you’re uncertain that he doesn’t have a map of your body somewhere.

Or, he’s just that good, something your brain realizes, shutting down the jealous response that threatens to rear its ugly head. None of that matters now, not when he’s spent the weekend in your bed, teaching you new things and learning what you like, stopping short of giving you what you truly want. Lia has made it seem like heaven and earth but you’re not sure if it could be better than his hands.

“S-Steve,” you keen, your thighs in his hands, his tongue dipping into your entrance.

“Hmm?”

“Oh my god,” you pant, Steve nipping at the sensitive skin.

“It’s Steve,” he teases before his fingers find a rhythm that leaves you breathless.

King Adam opens the door to his office, a man sitting in his chair, looking up in surprise.

“Ah, King Adam,” the tall, slender man purrs with a smile and nod. “Lovely to see you in the flesh.”

“I must say that you are bold. Last time I heard news of you, it was that you were locked away, awaiting a trial, was it? I don’t think King Joseph takes kindly to one kidnapping a princess, lest it be one that is in the sights of his prodigal son.”

“A mere piece of a puzzle, I assure you, Your Majesty,” Loki responds with a grin. “Though I assure you that no trial can hold me. I created the narrative for Brokelen and I simply do not any longer.”

“They know you as a traitor to the crown.”

“And you know me as a keeper of your secrets,” Loki reminds him. “Or at least, I was, until you decided to think with your other head. How do you think your people will take your mistress? Your bastard son? To install them into the palace is quite bold, Your Majesty. Some may say foolish.”

“What I do is my business. My wife is frigid, a bastard of her own name. What is another?”

“Precisely why I am here. You tell me what you know and I will craft your relationship into a more… palatable story.”

“You’re a wanted man.”

“And you’re about to be a disgraced king. Which will it be? Lose what little respect you have on the world stage or keep your secret.”

“Grace knows already.”

“So she does. Banished to Codmore Cottage, I believe. The family is doing its own damage control. Not that I can blame them. She’s done much to bring shame to her family.”

“So have you,” King Adam sneers. “You’re worse than I am.”

“No, Your Majesty. We are simply cut from the same cloth. I’m slightly tailored better than you, of course. It’s quite simple. I want Brokelen to fall and you want to keep your secret from getting out. We can come to an accord, I am sure.”

“What is it?”

Loki stands, extending his hand.

“That’s for me to create and for you to follow along. For now, keep your mistress and child where they are. Let me handle the rest.”

King Adam shakes it, Loki nodding.

“Lay low,” Loki instructs. “Not a peep out of you, Your Majesty, until I say so.”

The door opens for Grace, a handsome man standing at the door, offering his hand. There are no photographers, no paparazzi yelling her name. Only the sound of the water fountain in the background, the crunch of her heels on the gravel when she finally stands.

Codmore Cottage seems smaller than she remembers, the lights on upstairs as she’s well aware that is where her daughters are. Humiliation hits her when she’s led up the steps, thinking of what she’s left behind.

There’s only so much emotion one can keep inside, the door opening to the well decorated space. This is where she will call home until she can find a suitable replacement, even if her father has told her that it may take a while. It feels surreal to know she’s removed from a place that she once only dreamed about, only to have it cruelly stolen from her.

This man that introduces himself to her as Sam isn’t Thor, the comfort she once sought out but now knows will never happen again.

He said it himself in writing.

Perhaps the apology was a deathblow to her pride, Thor putting an explanation to paper as to why it was and always had been a mistake. Through his words, she can tell that someone else is on his mind, one that cannot compare to her – though it sounds like he doesn’t want to even begin to try.

“Your aides will be here tomorrow,” Sam reminds her gently, Grace simply nodding at his words. “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

“I want to be alone.”

“Of course. I’ll be outside if you need.”

Once the door closes, Grace lets herself cry, ripping off the wedding ring from her finger and throwing it against the wall in a fit of anger, covering her mouth to keep from crying.

Exiled.

It’s a heavy word, one that she repeats over and over until she can’t hold it in any longer. Her lapses in judgment ended as quickly as they had come. You would never have to endure such a thing, such a rampant disrespect as she.

Neither would Lia.

Speaking to the press is forbidden, something Grace knows is completely off limits and yet she yearns to tell her side of the story, to accuse her husband of the same cruelty that she has inflicted on her own family.

So much to say and no one to say it to that will listen.

“Mother?” comes the voice of one of the girls. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” Grace answers quickly. “Stay upstairs, my angels. I’ll be up in a moment.”

Patting her pocket, she realizes that she doesn’t have Thor’s letter, her panicked thoughts sending her toward the foyer to search through her purse.

Steve knocks on the door to your father’s office. It’s early enough for him to know that there is no one else there to answer as his aides aren’t up until another hour.

“Come in,” your father instructs from the other side, Steve opening the door and closing it behind him.

“Your Majesty,” Steve says with a bow of his head.

“This is formal,” your father says with a hint of curiosity in his voice. “And early.”

“I’ve come to tell you that I’m heading out to Brokelen. There’s a threat. Loki escaped his cell and fled.”

“My God,” your father mutters. “What do you need?”

“That’s not why I’m here. I can handle Loki on my own. I’ve come for another matter.”

“Oh?”

Steve places a box on the table, your father looking up at him.

“I want to marry her, Your Majesty. I don’t care where, quite honestly. I just… I know what I feel, former agreements notwithstanding. I would like your permission.”

Your father stands up, pushing the chair back.

“Then you shall have it, my son.”

Steve nods, your father handing him the ring box.

“You must promise me one thing,” your father continues.

“Anything, Your Majesty.”

“You will never crush her spirit the way I did once. Let her be wild, let her be herself. In that, she will be your greatest gift.”

“Of course,” Steve says, emotion overwhelming him for a moment. “Always.”

You catch Steve leaving your father’s office, following him silently as he heads outside, taking in the first sight of dawn.

“Are you leaving me again?” you ask, Steve’s shoulders slightly dropping at your question.

“For a little.”

“Why?”

“Because there is unfinished business I need to complete.”

“Loki,” you reply with a nod of your head. “I understand.”

“Do you?” Steve asks you, his head turning toward you.

“I do. Whatever you must do, I trust you to return.”

“Trust or order?”

“Order,” you reply, your head held high. “There’s much I haven’t learned yet.”

“Is that only what I am to you, Princess?” Steve cups your face in his hands. “Or more?”

“A lady never tells.”

“You tell me so much without words.”

He winks at you, making you laugh before you hold him closer.

“Do you promise to make it back in one piece?”

“I can’t promise that. I couldn’t keep you safe, myself.”

Reaching up behind you, you unclasp your necklace, letting it fall into his hands.

“What did they used to call it in the old times? A favor?” you tell him, closing your hand over his. “You keep it safe until you come back and I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“I’ll have a surprise for you when I return.”

You nod, reaching up to pull down his collar to kiss him.

“I love surprises.”

James opens the door to see Brunn standing in front of him, tossing him a bag that he catches square in his chest.

“Where’s the fight?”

“No fight yet,” Brunn says, turning on her heels. “But we’re going to find King Adam. I have an inkling he knows what’s to come.”

“Does Steve know?”

Brunn continues walking, giving a signal to the Valkyrie that are waiting, rounding the corner while James follows.

“Who do you think sent me?”

“You realize that King Adam probably has his army guarding him wherever he is.”

James looks at the contingent of guards that are waiting, their commander in front of them as he nods at Brunn.

“Then it’s a good thing I know exactly where to find him,” Thor answers him.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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My April Fics

This is where I am adding all the fics I have written during Ramadan so that they are all in one place to be caught up on when my lovely muslim followers return to Tumblr in May 💗 I hope you have a safe, blessed and generous Ramadan Like You Do Pt.2 || Loki The Principal’s Office || Loki Take You Away || Bucky Not Enough || Bucky Morning Sex || Stucky Love 'em and Leave 'em [pt.2] , Part Three ||Bucky Family First , Behind the scenes story || Bucky Find A Way || Loki When Worlds Collide || Bucky Lioness - The Prequel || Mafia!Bucky Second Chance || Steve Rogers Play Pretend || Loki The Mechanic Next Door || mechanic!Steve Rogers Babysitting Bucky || Bucky Control & Comfort || Bucky Summer Solstice || Thor Life In Shades Of Grey || Steve Rogers Stimuli || Loki Neighbourhood Watch || Bucky Worthy || Thor Plié or Pliable || Bucky Desk Duty || Steve Rogers Lifesaver || Bodyguard!Bucky Masquerade [pt.2 - Facade] || Billionaire!Bucky A Change Of Season || Bucky Bring The Rain || Thor Better Late Than Never || Bucky, Nat, Steve, reader Takeout || Bucky Madame Butterfly || Steve Told You So || Sam Wilson Wake Up || Bucky No Boundaries || bestfriend!Bucky Sweet Homecomings || mafia!Bucky Two Minds, One Body [pt.4] || mafia!Bucky/Winter Blood Feud and Vengeance [pt.1] || Part 2 || Loki Undercover || Loki Untethered || Billy Russo Truth Hurts || Bucky Dom!Peter || TASM!Peter Parker Freebird || Joaquin Torres Ignescent || demon!Bucky Smut prompt || Bucky Nightmares || SamBucky Mine || Bucky Last Words || Bucky The Heart Song || Part Two || Bucky greek god/soulmate au Quindrabble #3 || Bucky Centre of Attention || Wade Wilson High Life || Mob!Bucky

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neonovember · 1 year

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THOR

reigning expectations

you pick up mjolnir; all hell breaks loose

part two: Your feelings of inadequacy come forth as thor tries to prove that you deserve whats been transcribed by the gods

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bri3ll3 · 3 years

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hope you understand

pairings: loki x black!reader, thor x black!reader (platonic), odin x black!reader (platonic), frigga x black!reader (platonic)

summary: loki takes you to asgard to meet his parents but things don’t go as planned

warnings: odin being an ass, yelling, swearing, just heartbreak

a/n: this hurt to write and also should i make a part 2???

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“are you excited love” loki asks jumping onto the bed with a big smile spread across his face “yes i am i finally get to meet your mother and father” i look at him as i put my curling iron down.

“is your brother already in asgard” i ask and he nods “yes he’s there for some battle” he rolls his eyes dramatically making me giggle. “loki he’s protecting your home” i reason and he smiles “come on love we have to leave soon” he warns and i nod.

i turn my curling iron off and unplug it before grabbing the white flowy sundress i had laid out and put it on. i walk over to my vanity and fix my hair, making sure i look good so that i dont embarrass him.

“you ready lo- wow” i look over and see loki smiling at me “how do i look” i ask nervously making his smile grow wider. “you my love look stunning” he walks up to me aves wraps his arms around my waist “no woman on asgard could compare to you” i smile shyly at his compliment.

“alright heimdall is waiting for us” he says as he pulls me out of the room “loki i don’t have my shoes on” i tell him through my giggles. he looks back see me and with a wiggle of his fingers i have my gold sandals on “now you do” he says making laugh.

we walk out of our apartment and loki, wraps his arm around me tightly before yelling, “heimdall!”. a rainbow bridge that loki called the bifrost surrounds us and pulls us up into space.

i cling on to loki tighter and he chuckles “i’ve got you” he assures with a smile and i smile back. we are pulled through the bifrost and walk into a circle structure where a man is standing and holding a sword.

“welcome to asgard” the man greets and i smile “you must be heimdall it’s nice to meet you” i smile and he smiles back. “they wait for you” heimdall looks at loki and he nods before grabbing my hand.

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we walk into the palace and i look around in awe as i admire the gold pillars that line the hallways and the ceilings painted with the most beautiful art i have ever seen.

when we get to the throne room loki looks at me in my eyes “are you ready” he asks and i nod hesitantly, he nods at the guards and they nod back before opening the doors. loki grips my hand tighter as we walk into the room, odin is sitting on his throne with frigga and thor standing in either of his sides.

loki and i stop a few feet away from the steps that lead to the throne “mother, father” loki addresses them with a nod. “i see you have brought her” frigga says as she walks down the stairs “she’s gorgeous” she admits as she walks up to me.

“it’s nice to finally meet you dear” she smiles at me and i return her smile “it’s nice to meet you as well” she looks at loki with a smile before looking at me again. “has he been doing alright” she asks and i nod “he’s been great” i assure making her smile.

“lady y/n it’s lovely to see you again” thor nods my way and i smile at him “its great to see you again too” he smiles at me before his expression changes back to soft smile he had before.

“that’s enough” odins voice booms as his staff collides with the ground, i wince at the harsh sound before turning my attention to him. “you have brought the mortal you have been talking about” he says as he looks at loki “father she has a name” loki argues. i put my hand on his arm to let him know it’s ok and not to argue with his father.

“if i may i would like to have a word with loki alone” odin says and i look at loki confused and he nods before handing me over to frigga who takes my hand. as we walk away from the throne i look at loki one more time before walking out of the throne room.

*******

loki looked at his father confused as the doors you just walked out of closed “what was that” loki asks raising his voice. “leave her” odin says making loki scoff “i’m not leaving her i love her” loki argues.

odin laughs at loki’s confession “you fell in love with a mortal” odin yells “thor did so whats so wrong with me falling in love with one” loki asks but odin doesn’t answer.

“do what i told you or i will” odin warns before leaving loki in the throne room all by himself.

*******

“did i do something” i ask thor and he shakes his head “you did nothing wrong” he assures and i nod hesitantly before frigga walks back into the room and pulls thor out to talk.

i play with my fingers nervously as they talk. my mind going a thousand different places wondering, each place worst than the last.

soon loki walks into the room and i get up to hug him but he stops me, i look at him confused and he shakes his head. “we’re done” my heart stops as those words leave his mouth.

“what?” tears cloud my vision as i look at him in disbelief “we’re done” he repeats as the tears fall down my eyes.

“why” i ask trying to keep my voice steady “i don’t love you anymore” he looks at me with a straight face as he says it. “is it because of something i did” i ask and he scoffs.

“you’re a mortal of course you did something wrong” he raises his voice making me flinch, he’s never raised his voice at me. “i could never love or even like a mortal, you are nothing but a waste of space, brainless matter that mopes around all day” he says calmly as the tears fall down my face

“brother” thor warns “shut up” loki yells at his brother “you never meant anything to me, you never will mean anything to me because you are nothing but a pathetic mortal” loki spits at me as i stand there shocked, embarrassed, hurt.

“that’s enough y/n come with me” thor says as he walks over to me and guides me out of the room and into another. i break down in thor’s arms letting out the most painful cries he had ever heard in his 1500 years of living.

*******

frigga walks over to loki’s shaking body and hugs him as he cries into her shoulder “he made me do it mother i never wanted to hurt her” he sobs into her shoulder making her heart break. “i know” she rubs his back gently as he cries into her shoulder “i know”

frigga looks back at odin who had a read less expression on his face before turning back on to her son who was in need of comfort.

as loki cried he hoped that one day he could tell you or at least understand why he did what he did.

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to you i give !! :

our intergalactical prince thor odinson !!

listening to you speak was one of the most interesting things thor could do and enjoyed in life. the sound of your voice picking up in tone and speed as soon as a topic you found interest in was brought up was one, if not the best thing to witness.

currently sitting on a couch, he watched you carefully, enjoying the next book he brought you from asgard's library on the greeks and their gods. as soon as the book was dropped in your hand, he chuckled as you ran around the room chanting his name and praises, your pink locs flowing after you.

he'd been watching you read this book and the many tales on greek gods but as soon as you seemed immersed enough, he slipped you a second one, more like an album this time. coming from frigga's library. it recounted the many stories of loki and thor during their childhood and over the years, some as recent as from the previous century. he would be lying if he said he did not enjoy watching you throw away the greeks to focus on something centered around him.

you hugged his bicep tightly against your chest and read the stories hand written by frigga, asking for a few more precisions on some particular moments.

watching your lips move attentively, he could not help it, the beauty you were bringing him to a state of trance. he was not focusing on anything, his thumb brought up to your face and brushing your lower lip tenderly.

could he say that he was attracted to your intelligence ? or was it your eagerness to learn ? or your happiness at everything new you discovered ? or the enthusiasm you showed each time a subject you enjoyed was brought up, giving you the opportunity to share more ? he could never truly chose, deciding that ever part of your brain and being deserved attention and worship.

you did not stop talking, used to whatever he was doing. but your eyes did leave the page for a few seconds, staring into his as you recounted his childhood with a soft and sultry voice.

he'd been an idiot to think that he would be able to ignore his urges while you read about him. his ego was fragile and anything you did made it swell with pride and love. you'd chosen him as your lover and now, you were reading about him (and his brother). he could only let all this overflowing love travel around his body to converge towards the point that could never hide how much it wanted you.

letting his thumb run lower to graze your collarbones, he caressed your skin, debating whether or not he should give in to his urges. listening to his name be repeated so long could only push his buttons further. pressing his bulge in his firm hand, he dreamt of bringing tears of pleasure up to your beautiful eyes as you raved about his glorious battles.

the choice was made when he crossed your gaze, soft, loving and anticipating his next move.

"you desire me my love ? do the stories please you to that point ?" he smirks, looking deeply into your eyes and letting his deep baritone voice resonate through your body and send shivers down your spine.

you cleared your throat, attempting to keep your focus on the book, when his fingers took hold of your chin and slipped his thumb to push your tongue.

he watched you suck on his skin slowly, your tongue poking out as you kept looking at him through your eyelashes. as soon as gis finger left your mouth, your eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants, big and pulsating.

"i always want your thor... just... just that you wanted me first today..." you muttered softly, trying to get your eyes back on the page and not his cock, begging and aching for you

"what can i say ? i find carnal pleasure in listening to you speak of things you enjoy. and how could i resist when the thing in question is me ?" He groaned, kissing your cheek tenderly.

it was bound to happen but you still jumped when he suddenly got up the couch to place himself between your thighs. you praised yourself for wearing a soft dress that allowed him to see what the sound of his voice did to your poor pussy, leaking and dripping through the fabric of your panties.

pulling you towards him, he ripped your panties clean off and stuffed his nose in the bunches up fabric to take a big breath, eyes still focused entirely on you.

grabbing two handfuls of your ass, he raised you from the couch to lay on it and place you on his chest, your heated core directly resting on the skin of his abs. he pulled your thighs towards his face and smiled when you looked down on him. he kissed your inner thighs and bit on your flesh before licking a strip of slick that had ran all the way down.

"keep reading darling. i want to have your voice clear and loud while i enjoy the sweet taste of your desperate cunt on my tongue."

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