#thor odinson fanfic

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12 DAYS OF GIFMAS / Day Six: Your OC + a Quote that Describes Them: Athena Panhellenios from Icarus Complex, a Thor Odinson Fanfiction

“You carry both lighting and thunder in that space between your bones and soul. Become the storm you are hiding from, a hurricane does not run from the rain.”

— “The Space Between” by Nikita Gill

[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

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

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

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

Part Five -- Part Six-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shut Up & Kiss Me - Thor Odinson x OC

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

word count: 9.7k

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could do this. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You OK there big guy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got this right?" Gracie smiled softly. 

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

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

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

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

"That's not how that works Quill!" 

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

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

“Playing for your girl?” Bucky smirked.

“She’s not my…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or maybe it was the shots.

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

“I…I mean…” he blustered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too, Thor.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Off,” she insisted, “take it off!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean, my love?” He asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

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

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

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

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

“Do you need help?” He asked teasingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want you," He breathed, "always." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it again,” he begged. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[writing-for-marvel]

These are all the fics l've read in January. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

💧💗 Always (series) by @jadedvibes

💗💧 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💗💧🔥 Is It A Crime? (series) by @/crazyunsexycool

💗💧🔥 Bad Reputation (series) by @likeahorribledream

💗 Hello Neighbour (series) by @sunshine-on-my-mind

💗 Last First Kiss by @/jadedvibes

💗 Body Like A Backroad by @mindingmyownbusiness

💗 Inked by @/mindingmyownbusiness

💗 Falling For You by @/mindingmyownbusiness

💗 Mr Barnes Teacher Aid of the Year by @soulgazingwithbucky

💗 Bad Date by @littleseasiren

💗 One of the Guys by @late-to-the-party-81

💗 What’s Up, Buck? By @/late-to-the-party-81

🔥 Pink Dresses and Picnic Blankets by @sidepartskinnyjeans

💗 Pets and Their Humans by @lillywillow

💧💗 Vodka on the Rocks by @kinanabinks

💗 Fairytale by @/sunshine-on-my-mind

💗🔥 Wash Away My Sins by @slut4buckysarm

💗 Bucky struggling to say I love you by @littlelioncub43

🔥 There’s Really A Wolf by @flordeamatista

🔥 Dirty Rock by @jobean12-blog

🔥 Lesson Learned by @/jobean12-blog

💗 For You Always by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Respect the Loafs by @/jobean12-blog

🔥 Closer by @sgt-seabass

🔥 Just Between Us by @mellowsaturns

💗 The Gift by @rookthorne

Steve Rogers

💧💗 Forget Ne Not (series) by @sweetascanbee

💗🔥 Until I Found You (series) by @madscape

💗 New Years Eve by @theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction

💧💗 Just A Moment by @holden-caulfield

🔥💗 Breathe Me by @honeystevie

💗 On Second Thought by @intrepidacious

Joaquin Torres

💧💗🔥 Ojos Asi by @/late-to-the-party-81

💗 His Secret by @writingdumpster

🔥 Over the Moon by @moonlight-prose

Attuma

🔥💗 Sink Into You by @wint3r-h3art

🔥 Attuma x f!reader by @inklore

Thor Odinson

💗 And The Clouds Danced by @/late-to-the-party-81

Loki Laufeyson

🔥 In A Hot Tub by @tuiccim

Pietro Maximoff

💧💗 That Wasn’t My Plan by @/sunshine-on-my-mind

Augustus Pugliese

💗 friends with benefits by @rodrikstark

💗 folding laundry by @/rodrikstark

Sam Wilson

💗 Perfect Kiss by @blackleatherjacketz

💗 Red Dress by @ichorai

💧🔥 Resentment by @fluffyprettykitty

Marc Spector

💧I broke his heart cause he was nice by @/fluffyprettykitty

Andy Barber

💧💗 A Sunny Outlook by @navybrat817

💗 Preliminary by @/navybrat817

🔥💗 Taste of Paradise by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Ari Levinson

🔥 Good For You by @/flordeamatista

🔥 To Have and To Fuck by @sweeterthanthis

Lloyd Hansen

🔥😈 Impatient by @/flordeamatista

Nick Fowler

💧💗🔥 Just How Good Were You This Year? by @doasyoudesireandlive

Multiple Characters

💗 Secluded Cabin Vacation [Stucky] by @foxgloveprincess

🔥 She’s Not Mine [Steve Rogers and Thor Odinson] by @hannibals-favourite-meal

🔥 All The Time [Nick Fowler and Lloyd Hansen] by @geminixevans-stan

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A Chrissstmasss Ssurprissse- Part Two

Summary: Three-parter. Christmas is approaching fast and Y/N doesn’t know what to get Thor as a present. 

Pairing: Thor x Fem! Reader

A/N: Welp, here's the 2nd part, FINALLY. Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. This is not edited. I figured that if I did, I would never post it. I know it's not the right season, but I thought if I post this one now, the last part might finally be ready in time for Christmas XD I hope you enjoy.

Story Warnings: None that I can think of? Please let me know if there's anything you think I missed.

Word Count: 3,024

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First thing the next morning, you rush to Bruce’s lab again. You know he’ll already be in there, working away; he always is these days. This time you knock on the double doors, cracking one open and poking your head round to peer inside. 

Bruce is sat at his desk, concentrating on the layer of papers spread haphazardly across its surface. The machinery that had been all over the floor the other day, is now gathered up in a heap at the side of the room. It looks no closer to being completed, whatever it’s supposed to be. 

Bruce looks up when he hears you knock. 

“Y/N, hey,” he says, smiling sleepily and pulling his glasses off his nose to rub a hand over his face. You’re judging by the dark circles under his eyes that he’s been awake all night. “Did you have any luck getting a present for Thor?” he asks, stifling a yawn.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you say, hovering next to the door. “Is now a good time?”

He pushes his glasses back onto his face and starts shifting the papers around on his desk, tidying them into a messy pile.

“Er, yeah, sure.” He gestures for you to come in, frowning slightly. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to pick your brains for ideas again,” you huff a nervous laugh and he looks relieved. “I was actually hoping you might be able to… help me find someone,” you say carefully.

“Oh,” he glances up from the papers in his hand, intrigued. “Who?” 

You hover awkwardly in front of his desk and take a deep breath.

“Loki,” you say quickly, before you have the chance to convince yourself that this is a bad idea. “I need you to help me find Loki.”

Bruce stares at you for a moment in silence, his paperwork now laying forgotten on the desk. Squints his eyes slightly as if trying to figure out if you’re joking. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. He lets out a huff of breath and shakes his head, baffled.

“You’re not serious?” he finally asks you.

You take a step closer.

“Look, I know this sounds crazy-”

“Yeah, it does,” Bruce cuts in. 

“But, please, I didn’t know who else to ask,” you plead with him. You knew there was no way anyone else would ever agree to help you. Bruce was by far your best shot. He’d been there when Loki had helped Thor defeat Hela; he’d seen first hand that Loki clearly isn’t all bad.

“But why? Why in the Hell would you want to find Loki?”

His question catches you off guard and you stare at him. You’d thought your reasoning would have been obvious.

“For Thor,” you say simply.     

“And you think Thor would want to see him? After everything he’s done?” 

You have no doubt that he would. 

“Loki’s his brother, Bruce, of course he’d want to see him.” 

Banner gives a laboured sigh and takes his glasses off again, this time abandoning them on the desk. He leans back in his chair to look at you, his brow furrowed deeply.

“Y/N, look, Loki and Thor have a complicated past. That’s something that’s best not getting mixed up in.”

You get what Bruce is trying to say, but you can’t help but feel like he’s wrong about this. As if he can hear your thoughts, he adds, “Trust me, Y/N, it won’t end well for anyone. Loki’s brain is like a bag full of cats.”

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad…” you mumble quietly, in an attempt to lighten the mood a little; but when you meet Bruce’s eyes, they are serious.

In the awkward silence, you lean against the filing cabinet beside you and fold your arms over your chest.

“It’s just, Thor seemed so upset when we were talking about Loki yesterday. I really think he does miss him. I mean, how could he not? No matter what Loki may have done in the past, they’re family.” You look at him pleadingly. “And he’s the only family Thor has left,” you add thickly. 

“If it were my sister… even if she had done all of the bad things Loki has, I would still want to find her.  To know that she was ok.” 

You had thought that Bruce was the person who knew Thor the best out of everyone at the compound, but now you can see you were wrong. It was so obvious to you that Thor was hurting over Loki and everyone else was so blinded by Loki’s wrong-doings that they couldn’t see it. 

Bruce slowly stands and makes his way round to the front of his desk, sitting down on the edge  closest to you. He seems torn. 

“Y/N,” he says, hesitating. “I can’t help you. Even if I wanted to find Loki myself, nobody knows where he is. I’m sorry.”

There’s a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. 

“You’re right. It was a stupid idea.” You sit down on the edge of the desk, beside him, and hang your head. 

He sighs and reaches over to reluctantly touch your arm. You glance down at it in surprise.

“No, it wasn’t, Y/N. You were trying to do a nice thing for Thor, because you love him. That’s not stupid, that’s beautiful.” He smiles reassuringly at you then takes his hand back. “Even if it was trying to reunite him with his homicidal maniac of a brother,” he adds. You both huff a laugh.

A moment passes in silence and you consider getting up to leave. You glance at Bruce to see him pulling a face, as if he’s struggling to make his mind up about something. He catches you looking at him and seems to cave. 

“Look,” he says, pausing to glance at  you again as if he’s already regretting saying anything, “But, perhaps the next time Thor goes to New Asgard, you should go with him,” he lets the sentence hang there for a second, then quickly adds, “I’m not saying anyone there will know where Loki is, or that they would even want to help you, but... it’s a place to start.” He shrugs halfheartedly. 

You jump up from the table excitedly.

“Of course! Bruce, you’re a genius! Thank you.”

He puts his hands up in front of him, shaking his head. 

“Oh, no. I’m not taking any credit for this.” He looks at you concernedly. “Just… be careful, ok? I don’t want this to backfire, for your sake.”

After speaking with Bruce, you practically skip down the halls of the compound, excited to ask Thor if he would let you accompany him to New Asgard. 

“Thor?” you ask in a sing-song voice, entering your bedroom. He’s not there. You peer into the ensuite bathroom, “Thor?” Not in there either. 

Wondering where he could be, you head back out of your room and down the hall to the communal living area. As the door slides open you notice two blonde-haired, broad-shouldered men, sitting on the sofa with their backs to you.

“There you are,” you say, walking towards Thor and Steve, who both jump at the sound of you. You had always thought it was impossible to sneak up on a Demi-God and a super soldier with enhanced hearing, but apparently they were so transfixed with what they were doing, they hadn’t heard you enter. Thor jumps to his feet and bounds over, intercepting you before you can make it round to the front of the sofa. 

Steve panickingly attempts to cover whatever is on the coffee table in front of him, but you can’t see past Thor’s thick frame anyway. 

“I thought you were going out shopping, my love,” Thor says shiftily, placing two large hands on your upper arms and steering you slightly further away from the sofa. 

“I’m just about to, I had something to do first,” you say, referring to your visit to Bruce’s lab. “What are you two doing?” You ask him, with suspicion, attempting to peer past him. He blocks you with his shoulder. 

“Nothing that concerns you,” he says, but his tone is playful.

“Alright…” you say, narrowing your eyes slightly. “Anyway,” you continue, changing the subject to the reason you came to find him in the first place, “I was just wondering… the next time you go to New Asgard, could I perhaps go with you?”

He looks surprised by your suggestion. 

“I mean, I totally don’t have to, if you would prefer to go alone. I just thought…” 

He cuts off your rambling by embracing you so hard in his large arms that he almost lifts you straight off the floor. 

“That would be wonderful!” He says excitedly, beaming at you. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my fellow Asgardians, they will love you!” 

“Ok, that’s great,” you say, returning his smile, “I’m really looking forward to meeting them.” 

He lets go of you and you straighten your outfit. “Well, I better go do some shopping, or I’ll never be ready for Christmas,” you say then give Thor a peck on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye, my love,” he says, steering you back in the direction of the door. 

“Bye Steve,” you say, waving to him, still sitting on the sofa. 

Having panicked and finally given in to Sam and Nat’s idea, you’re now hurrying down the busy city street lined with twinkling fairy lights, in the direction of the nearest lingerie shop. You glance at the window of a shop across the street from you and do a double take. 

There’s a large glass tank in the display. You stop abruptly to stare at it from the opposite side of the pavement out of curiosity, causing the woman behind you to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting you with her shopping bags. She tuts loudly as she carries on bustling down the street. 

You carefully negotiate crossing the busy road, then stand on the sidewalk with one of your gloved hands held up to the glass, cupped above your eyes to help you see in through the window of the store. 

You can see the outlines of various tanks and cages along the back wall and, in the ones closer to you, the moving shapes of the different animals inside them.  

The snake in the tank closest to you, slithers slightly closer to the window and raises its head, staring back at you, unblinking. Butterflies start swirling around in your stomach, as you peer in at it. You remember your conversation with Thor from yesterday and how he had said he loves snakes. Is this a totally insane idea? you think to yourself. Not the first one I’ve had today, you add, remembering Banner’s reaction to you wanting to find Loki. 

A small, hopeful part of you thinks as you gaze at the animal, that perhaps it would remind him of his brother and the good times they used to have together. It seems like a good alternative, at least until you can start your search for Loki properly. 

You chew on your bottom lip, still studying the snake. As much as you think he’d love it, what if Thor doesn’t want the commitment of owning a pet? He does sometimes go on long missions and wouldn’t be around to look after it all the time; but you would be there, so it wouldn’t be neglected. 

You’re slowly talking yourself into it, when you’re drawn out of your reverie by a voice beside you. “Unusual creatures, aren’t they?” 

You look to your left, startled, to see a man wearing a smart black suit and overcoat with black shoulder length hair, standing next to you. 

He’s staring straight ahead, but you know his comment was definitely directed at you; there’s no one else around for him to have aimed it at. Following his gaze, you see he is looking through the window at the large tank with the snake in it; the very same snake you had just been considering buying for Thor. 

“Yeah,” you say in response, not really sure what else to say. “I was thinking of buying one for my boyfriend. As a Christmas present.” 

He turns to look at you and offers you a charming smile. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” he says in his posh British accent, then pauses, “I’m sure Thor will love it. He was always very fond of snakes.”

You smile in return then do a double take. 

“What? How… how do you…?” You stumble over your words, causing him to laugh lightly, flashing his teeth. Then it clicks. 

“Loki?” you whisper in amazement. 

He bows his head to you. 

“Lady Y/N.” 

You’re dumbfounded. Opening and shutting your mouth several times. You discreetly pinch the skin on your forearm, just to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“How…?” is the only thing able to make it past your lips, as you gaze at him in wonder and disbelief. 

This earns another soft chuckle from him. 

He gestures across the road towards a small park area with a few benches, “We have much to talk about. Shall we?” 

At a complete loss for words, you simply nod and follow his lead. 

“After we escaped, I had nowhere to go,” Loki explains. “Asgard was destroyed and I couldn’t go back to Sakaar. Which was a shame really, I quite liked it there. Could see myself fitting in,” he adds wistfully. “I’m not exactly welcome here on Midgard,” he casts a wary look around as he says this, lowering his voice. “So I ventured off on my own, trying to find another planet to settle on.”

“So, why did you come back?” you ask. 

He looks at you with a creased brow. 

“I’ve come to tell you to stop looking for me.” 

You scoff softly, taken aback by his suggestion. 

“How did you know I was looking for you, when I hadn’t even started?” Then a thought creeps into your brain, making you shudder. “Wait, have you been spying on me?” you ask in disgust. 

“Oh, don’t make it sound so perverse,” he chastises you. “I like to keep an eye on my brother,” he says hesitantly, as if he isn’t sure he should be admitting this to you. 

“Then why would you come here if you didn’t want to be found?” It doesn’t make any sense to you. 

He casts his eyes to the floor. Then you remember something Clint had once said to you, about Loki’s projections of himself. 

“You’re… not really here, are you?” you ask quietly. You reach out to touch his hand and it flickers slightly, your fingers brushing nothing but air. 

“I couldn’t risk it,” he says in response to the disappointed look on your face. “Besides, Thor doesn’t want to see me. He’s happy now,” he says, catching your gaze. “He has you.” 

You smile thoughtfully. 

“Family is important, Loki,” you say after a moment of silence. “And sometimes we don’t realise that until it’s too late.” Your voice is wistful, as you stare into the distance. 

His face falls at your remark, it seems you caught him off guard. 

“Our mother used to say something similar to that.” 

Although you don’t know much about their mother, Thor had always spoken very highly of her and you knew they both loved her very much. 

“Whenever Thor and I would fight, she would say that one day we’d be all each other would have left. As usual, she was right.” he looks off in the direction you are staring. 

The pair of you stay quiet for a little while, then you speak up. 

“Look, Loki, after all this time you’ve still kept an eye on Thor, obviously because you care for him a great deal. And he misses you, he really does, I can tell. Why don’t you just come back to the compound with me? See him,” you suggest. Loki looks startled by the idea. 

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs. “No.” 

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re scared about seeing him, but I-” 

“I am not scared,” he cuts in stubbornly and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him. 

“Well, how about you think on it?” You suggest, and then you have an idea. “Hey, I know! Come for Christmas!” you say excitedly. You see the look on Loki’s face and dial your enthusiasm back a notch. “You could join us at the compound on Christmas day, I’m sure Thor would love that.” 

Loki continues to shake his head.

“Nobody wants me there, Y/N,” he says plainly. You see the hurt in his eyes. 

“Thor does. And if he does, so do I.” 

He gives you a doubtful look in return. 

“Don’t worry about the others,” you say, “ I’ll handle them.” He says nothing, so you figure you’ve probably said enough. 

You’re starting to resign yourself to the fact that you’ll never be able to reunite Thor with his brother. 

“It was really nice to meet you Loki,” you say genuinely, standing up from the bench, “but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go panic-buy a snake.” 

He gives a small laugh and smiles. 

“You know, my brother is a lucky man.” The corners of your mouth twitch upwards at the compliment. It’s funny, you never expected you’d be having a conversation with Loki, let alone that it would shape out like this. 

“Just, please, promise me you’ll think about my offer,” you say, straightening out your coat. 

He doesn’t say anything but smiles and politely bows his head to you in a final goodbye. You cross the road to get back to the shop and once you’ve made the short walk to the other side, you turn back to look at the bench you had left Loki standing in front of, but he is gone. 

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chapter 18 doodle!! thor losing his mind

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love your works! How about lokixreader (friends to lover). Where the reader decides to try to get over loki by going on a date because she thing loki doesn’t like her like that. So how loki finds out about her going out on a date and I’ll leave the rest up to you!

You Mischievous Little Thing | Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

HELLOO!!! Thank you so much for this ask :3 I may have not written exactly what you were imagining, however I had a lottt of fun adding to this prompt. I also... wrote quite a bit more than I was expecting, the words just kept coming!! I hope you enjoy!! :D Reminder, asks are still open <3

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Description: Loki finds you on a date, with another man, wearing his colors.

Warnings: Slight NSFW content, no set timeline, jealous Loki ;), feminine reader, no use of (Y/N), slight knife play.

Word count: 3.8k

mea columba: my dove

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All Mother Frigga was not only known for being one of the smartest and beautiful women of Asgard, but also for the grand soirée’s hosted almost every other week. Typically they were hosted for events, however Frigga also loved to host gatherings for the sake of it, this being one of those times.

You had actually managed to get a date for this ball., and wasn’t an accident. Using it as an opportunity get your mind away from your childhood best friend - The Young Prince, Loki of Asgard.

You had recently come to the realization you had feelings for the man. You noticed your heartbeat would speed up at the littlest of glances, the smallest of smiles, the sweetest of looks.

How you had come to this conclusion was finding your cheeks the brightest of red in the mirror while allowing your mind to fall to the idea of the Prince. You cursed yourself that day, and cursed the God of Mischief for fooling you into these feelings.

You couldn’t help it however, his bashful smiles, his bright blue eyes that seemed to just do things to you - you couldn’t get him out of your mind.

And you knew, he did not feel the same way. I mean, he was Loki of Asgard, and you were you, of… Well, nothing really.

You had met him in the gardens when you were young. Your father was a nobleman on the war council and you had been visiting the castle for a few weeks when you had bumped into the boy. Immediately the two of you clicked, it was easy. You had the same curiosity for the world, the same mischievous and playful spirit, the same yearning to know more, to be more.

And now, centuries later, you lived in the castle. You had moved to the castle at Loki’s request, to help him with his studies to become the Crown Prince for when his brother finally was crowned. Now, you had a rightful seat at the war council - just as your father had.

It had been years of the two of you being side by side, you had become inseparable. Everyone knew it, everyone saw it.

You had both dated others, but nothing ever stuck for either of you. You didn’t mind, until you realized you had feelings for the Young Prince.

So now there you were, down in the Ball Room as hundreds of other Asgardians danced around you all the while awkwardly standing next to your date. Ironically, the only dress you had at the moment to wear was a dark green gown, laced with gold ribbon.

The man you stood beside wasn’t terrible, he was sweet, but just… Boring. It was nothing against him, he was handsome, but he didn’t get your jokes, your sarcasm, or even your compliments. It seemed he truly didn’t have a brain.

You smiled at him as he spoke about battle, in a dramatic fashion - explaining something about decapitating an enemy. You had stopped listening minutes ago, but yet you sipped your drink politely, letting your eyes wander slightly, looking for… Well you know who you were looking for. To your dismay, you had yet to see the blue eyed man.

So you moved your eyes back over to your date, whose name, you actually could not remember for the life of you. He had seemed to now be distracted by one of his friends who had come to speak to him. Seeing as they were now enthralled in a conversation, you took this as the best moment to step away.

You moved quickly, giving a quick muttered excuse to leave and moving carefully to the large banquet table. The foods and deserts upon the table made your mouth water. You reached for a rosatum, thankful for the sweetness that dissolved upon your tongue.

You let your eyes wander again, you watched as couples danced happily upon the dance floor, their lovestruck gazes never leaving each other’s. Your heart panged in an odd manner, was that jealousy? Yearning?

You didn’t know, and preferably, you didn’t want to.

As you were finishing one off of the many drinks you had tonight, you felt a pair of eyes studying you from afar.

You had grown a knack for sensing Loki from what felt like miles away. You were not one for magic, but his magic you could feel. You didn’t know why, you assumed it had something to do with the time you had spent together. However you didn’t mind, he wasn’t able to sneak up on you anymore - he had done it enough.

As your eyes snapped to his, a velvety feeling filled your lungs. A small smile crept up upon your face as you gave him a small curtsey, a running inside joke between you two.

You could see a smile creep up his expression as he bowed his head to you.

You could almost see his eyes graze your figure, but he was too far away to truly tell. Standing the upon golden steps across the room his aura bled confidence, that you could see from hundreds of feet away. He was wearing a beautiful dark green and gold suit plated with golden armor, a show of his status.

You wanted to wave him over, and you almost did - until your date grabbed your shoulder.

“You disappeared back there,” he smiled politely, pulling your attention, albeit begrudgingly, away from the Young Prince across the hall.

You didn’t see how his face fell.

“I apologize,” you smiled half-heartedly.

“I was just getting to the best part,” He laughed, his face red and flushed from alcohol, “I hadn't told you about the beheading!”

He did, a thousand times already.

You hoped your true emotions were not showing upon your face, as that would be quite rude. But truly, you could not stand to be around this man anymore. You had already listened to enough battle re-telling while on the council. You wanted to come up with some excuse to leave, maybe that you had fallen ill - but before you could even get another word out, the hairs on the back of your neck stood.

“Would you care to dance My Lady?”

You spun to the side, unaware of your date’s narrowing eyes upon the man now in front of you both.

“Loki.” you had almost gasped out in relief, he was finally here to rescue you from this horrid date.

His sharp features seemed to soften as they took you in, admiring the gown you had put yourself in. Loki’s eyes met yours again and his feathery gaze fell into an odd stoic wall you could not break through. He smiled politely at your date before holding out his arm for you to grab.

You took it willingly, wrapping your arm with his.

You didn’t even glance back to your date as Loki took you through the crowd, finding a perfect spot for the two of you to dance. You felt yourself become relaxed at the mere presence of him. His familiar oaky and leathery cologne invaded your senses, sending your heart into a frenzy of beats. His hold upon your arm was sturdy and powerful, almost as if proving something. You didn’t question it, happy you now had space between you and the man you were just with.

“A date?” The black haired man finally spoke out. His voice was solid, there was a strong lack of emotions behind his question, throwing you off.

You nodded.

“Y’know, Adrián is one of the stupidest Asgardians I’ve ever met.” He quipped. His tone was void of the typical teasing you were used to, but you smiled and laughed anyway, moving your body with his as you turned to dance with him.

“I realize that now, I actually didn’t even remember his name. I’m not sure he does either, he’s had enough mead for a lifetime.” You smiled, a genuine smile as you gazed up to Loki. Truly taking in his striking features. You had danced together time and time again before, however you always jumped at the chance to admire him. His hair was slicked back and styled, and his blue eyes almost looked green from the reflection of your clothing. “I think I could only handle the same story twice, and I have heard it enough already for a millenia.”

A small smile crept up to Loki’s face at your comment, but yet his stoic facade still stood between you and him. He spun you around once, stepping into place with the others dancing around you.

There was an odd silence between you two at this moment, it made you uneasy. Quiet was normal between you two - time spent together reading by the fire, studying in the archives, or even just spending time going on walks in and around the palace - but this quiet, it was different.

You kept your eyes on him as he failed to meet yours, “Is there something wrong?” You finally asked, your voice filled with genuine concern. You wanted to reach and brush the stray hair from his cheek back behind his ear, but you refrained.

Loki shook his head, licking his lips as he danced your body with his own. His eyes finally falling upon yours as he spoke, “It’s insulting for you to parade yourself out here in my colors, with your arm around another man.”

His words held a certain… frustration, that you could not decipher.

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, your eyes staying upon his as your eyebrows raised, “What?” A small nervous laugh escaping you.

His own eyebrow perked up, spinning you around with him as he scanned the crowd of people beside the group dancing, “Did you do it on purpose?” The irritation in his voice was certain as his eyes met yours again.

You had seen Loki frustrated before, angry even. However this was different - it was an emotion you had not seen upon the man. Your mouth went dry at the accusation, you were confused as to what he was implying - had you understood, you’d probably faint.

“I’m sorry?” You asked again, your voice still holding the nervous laugh from before. Avoiding his gaze you spoke again, “I do not understand what you are insinuating.”

While you failed to meet his gaze, you didn’t fail to notice the pink that seemed to climb up upon his neck. His own eyes flickering away from you to the crowd that surrounded you, he seemed… Nervous.

Suddenly, as if seeing something in the crowd - his eyes glowed with frustration once more before snapping to you again. He spun you around again, your gown glittering under the soft light from the chandeliers. Before pulling you close to his body, leading you two into a gentle waltz. The dancing had now become the background of your focus, giving Loki the authority to lead you was easy.

“Look at you, mea columba. You are adorned in gold and green.” Loki’s eyes scanned you up and down, a dangerous emotion flickering through his blue eyes. “You’re practically mine in those colors.”

Your eyes snapped to his blue ones in surprise. You opened your mouth to respond, but you had nothing on your mind to respond with, you were still mulling over his words in your mind.

Practically his.

You gulped as you closed your mouth, your eyes flitting from his eyes down to his lips, where a small smirk had begun to form upon them. Of course, he was playing a game with you, it seemed he always was. As your eyes met his again, you found the wall that was once there was now broken. You could see his frustration now melt into something different, confidence.

You hadn’t noticed Loki had led you both near one of the many exits of the ballroom. You now had stopped dancing, his arm still leading you two wherever he pleased. You looked around finally, seeing you had stepped past the beautiful archway leading you both down a quiet hall. You didn’t mind, the music was becoming overwhelming.

“It was the only gown that was decent enough for the ball.” The words tumbled from your lips haphazardly, it was the first response you could manage. You cursed yourself internally for drinking as much as you had. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the key to your flustered state, however it was easier to blame.

Loki’s eyebrow perked again at the excuse, leading you to an open isolated balcony looking upon the beautiful Gardens lit under the moonlight below. He turned to you, his arm unlacing with yours and taking a few steps away - keeping his eyes trained to your figure he spoke, “I thought you wore those colors for me.”

You froze, the soft chill of the wind sending shivers up your spine, or was that from him? You couldn’t tell. Swallowing thickly you moved to the edge of the balcony, looking down upon the gardens. Your nerves were on high alert, feeling his gaze upon you as you attempted to ignore him.

You couldn’t, his presence overwhelmed you in a way you couldn’t properly comprehend.

Wearing colors for him? Why would he care? Has he ever cared before?

You couldn’t recall a time where he had.

The silence enveloped the two of you, the only sound being the laughter from the ball room and the soft melody of music that echoed down the hall. Loki’s eyes fixated on you, and your own refusing to meet his. It was a silent battle of push and pull - a simple game which you knew you were losing.

You didn’t notice him pulling nervously at his fingers behind his back.

Knowing you couldn’t just let yourself lose, you pushed back. You felt confidence consume you, as you had played this game with him many times before. Straightening your posture you turned to him, your eyes finding his already upon your form.

They hadn’t left.

And finally - you spoke, bringing the silence to an end.

“I hadn’t realized you laid claim upon a color.”

As the jest fell from your lips, excitement flashed through the prince’s blue eyes. His hands falling to his sides as he moved closer. His body was now mere inches away from yours, you could feel the unusual cold chill from his body that you had grown to find comfort within. His hand reached to lift your chin, his eyes meeting yours.

It seemed as if lightning struck as they connected, your body tensed as the confidence you had just felt faltered for a moment.

A knowing smirk slowly made its way upon Loki’s face. “And anyone that wears it.”

Your breath hitched at the implication, your eyes flicking down his figure before meeting his eyes once again. You gazed at him through your eyelashes, your teeth finding your bottom lip as you returned his playful, smirk.

“Well,” You paused, taking your time to mull over your words as a certain heat rose in your lower half, “If I must, I may just have to - take it off?” You glanced away briefly, “If that pleases you,” you met his blue eyes again, “Your Highness.”

You lowered yourself into a curtsey, your head now below his abdomen. Before you could sink any lower, his cold hand grabbed your upper arm - pulling you back up to him. He was leaning over now, your faces just threads apart.

You could feel Loki’s breath upon your lips as he spoke, “Oh you mischievous little thing,” his tone low and rasping.

Lifting you and setting you upon the bench like railing of the balcony, one hand finding your lower back, his grasp the only thing between you and the gardens below sending a wave of adrenaline through you. His other hand - crawling up your leg under the flurry of skirts you adorned, your own hands finding his neck. He whispered finally, leaning over so that his lips now at your “You know I would like to do that myself.”

Stunned by his sudden actions, his declaration, and the closeness of the two of you - it had seemed as if you had suddenly lost the ability to speak. Your lips parted in surprise, his strong grasp steadying you just enough.

Your nervous gaze fell upon him - his attention fixated upon you. Your lungs shook as you took in a shuddering beeath, searching for the words to say, to continue this game.

But you couldn’t find those words, in fact, he didn’t even give you the chance to - as his lips were now on yours.

Your heart skipped eight beats at once and a small gasp escaped you. His kiss was hesitant at first, but when your eyes fluttered closed, and your hands found his hair, pulling him closer - as if giving him permission - he didn’t restrain himself any longer.

Loki’s hand on your lower back was now moving up to your shoulder blades, moving your body flush to his. The hand that resided within your skirts gripped your thigh tightly - as if he could sink claws into your warm flesh.

As he leaned closer, you broke away - your nervousness from being mere inches to the edge causing your momentous pause. Breathless and shamelessly warm, your lips parted, ready to warn him of your anxieties. His hungry eyes met yours and he spoke for you.

“You think I'd be so foolish as to let you fall?” He clicked his tongue teasingly as he spoke, “The only foolish thing I’ve done is let you be seen in this dress while not by my side.”

A wild glimmer flickered through his icy blue gaze, desperation clawed through them as they trailed down to your gown. As they flicked back up, the mischievous smirk you were used to took hold of his expression. You could see the gears turning in his mind - you knew his next actions would be bad news.

You felt yourself flush with amorous excitement.

Loki’s hand upon your back lowered once more - all the while still holding you sturdy - and his other hand loosened from your thigh. “We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong message now,” his eyebrow perked as he cocked his head to the side slightly, his tone low and commanding, but yet far from his usual Prince-like-regality, “Would we?”

You felt a cold sharp object graze where Loki’s hand once was. Your breath hitched as you heard the sharp ripping of fabrics.

Your eyes snapped down, your skirts now cut away, revealing your bare legs and a dagger gripped between Loki’s palm. As he conjured the dagger away in a fluff of green particles, feathery gasp escaped your lips at the sudden coolness of the breeze against your skin. His hand found your thigh once more - however much higher than he had before.

“Much better now,”, he pulled you against him and wrapped your legs around his lower half. His dangerous gaze never seemed to falter.

“Don’t you agree?”

You wanted to disagree, in fact you wanted to yell at him for cutting up such a beautiful gown. But hungry excitement flooded your veins.

“Loki…” You whispered out a warning. You wanted to say more, tell him that this game had gone too far - but the yearning for more clawed through your chest and down through your lower half. Something else told you this wasn’t a game anymore. Your tongue flitted over your lips - Loki’s eyes falling to them - watching as you bit back the words you truly wanted to say.

“Oh mea columba,” He practically groaned out - his voice coated with desperation, “As much as I love seeing you in gold and green, I think I’d much prefer you with nothing on.” As he spoke, his hand on your upper thigh crawled farther up - reaching the hem of your panties.

A soft whimper escaped your lips as his cold fingers played with the hem “If that pleases you, My Prince.”

As the words left you, his gaze shot to yours. His eyes glowed with hunger, so much so that even you could see that he was starving.

“What would please me, is the idea of you never wearing another man's arm -” He paused, his fingers slipping under the hem, his hand grasping the side of your hips. He lowered, his lips finding your jaw - you stretching your neck to give him access. The kisses started slowly, giving you time to move your hands around to his neck and lowering them further down his chest.

“However,” he began again - his lips now lowering down to your neck “You can wear my colors-” He stopped again, his teeth now grazing your collarbone, unbeknownst to you his piercing gaze stared up at you, “As long as I get to claim you as mine.”

You shuddered at his words, realizing this was not a game anymore. This was desire. Your hands found the back of his head once more, his once styled and slicked back hair was now a mess - his natural curls now showing through.

The goosebumps that raised on your flesh was telling enough for Loki, he smirked against your skin. Straightening himself into a stand, all the while kissing you feverishly up your neck and collarbone.

Tightening his grip upon your hip - hovering his lips just breaths away from yours he spoke, “Should we take this to my bed chambers then,” he paused, his sensual gaze now upon yours, “My lady?”

You gazed up at him through your lashes - your body warm with desperation, with the want - no - the need, for more.

“Please-” the plea was barely a word, but instead a hushed moan that you couldn’t control.

At the sound Loki’s eyes flashed - both hands now at your hips, lifting you from the railing. His arms wrapped around you, flushing you against him. You barely had time to register the green particles that surrounded you both, before your head was upon a pillow and soft silk sheets beneath you. Loki’s arm released you gently as he leaned back, now straddling you.

He whipped his hair back, brushing it away from his face as he took a steadying breath, his eyes finding yours again. You noticed he no longer wore gold armour, but just his shite undershirt and black pants that he wore underneath.

Your heart seemed to stutter as you watched him, his biceps flexing as he moved to unbutton half of his shirt. His sensual gaze looking you up and down, sending shivers through your spine, and velvet through you.

“Now,” He spoke finally, pulling your hands that laid at your sides up, above your head onto the headboard. His face now inches from yours once more, “Let’s get this torn gown off of you.”

[rogersideup]

I'd like to drop a prompt:

The avengers have a night off in Las Vegas after a mission. Thor makes sure Cap has his fair share of Asgardian liquor so Steve ends up drunk and wanders off alone. He meets our dear reader who just got dumped by her friend group and is equally drunk. They hit it off and decide to get married. The next morning both of them are confused but decide to make it work as memories of the night before come back to them. (Surprise surprise dear reader is from New York too)

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Steve Rogers X Reader

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Summary: Steve gets himself into some trouble while having a night off in the city of sin.

Word Count: 4,717

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

"Miss?"

Flashing lights separated and splayed through the drying tears in your watery eyes, music and ringing from hundreds of slot machines overstimulated your senses as you simultaneously pulled your dress up and down in different places.

"Excuse me miss? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coming back to your senses, you turned around to face the bartender. "Yeah, uh..." really, you tried your hardest to think of something, literally anything to help move along the buzz you were already riding but no proper words made it to your brain. "Sorry. I'm not sure what I want. Can you just make it strong and fruity?"

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed, already grabbing bottles off the shelf.

Watching him masterfully work helped you zone out and relieved all of your overwhelmed senses. Pouring, shaking, more pouring, a garnish, then a fruity elixir of a bunch of liquids you most definitely could not pronounce was placed right in front of you atop a cocktail napkin. Not a single drop was spilled, even the ice was perfect.

Reaching into your purse, you handed the bartender your card and shouted to try and compete with the volume of drunken gamblers and rolling dice. "You can close the tab."

"Don't worry about it. This one's on the house, you look like you need it." He kindly denied your form of payment.

You chuckled to yourself. "That bad, huh?"

"No, but I know a sad chick when I see one." He noted. "Happens pretty often in Vegas."

"Well, thank you, I appreciate it." You raised the glass. "Cheers to you and all the bartenders making the world go round."

"Amen to that" He smiled before walking off to serve yet another drunken customer.

You sat at the bar on a little leather stool fully contemplating how you ended up in this situation as you looked out into the hotel casino and nursed your drink. It didn't take long for you to realize that the Vegas bartenders didn't take the word strong as a joke. Because every sip stung your throat and swirled your thoughts around in slow motion.

The speed at which your thoughts came at you didn't help the fact that every single one of them revolved around nothing but yourself.

What were you going to do now? Where should you go from here?

Drinking wasn't the answer, but not drinking wasn't the solution. Finding shelter in the Caesars Palace hotel was a good enough temporary fix to your problems, so you ignored that you were on the complete opposite side of the Las Vegas strip that you actually needed to be on.

However, getting to your hotel on the complete opposite side was the problem. Your shitty friends completely ditched you, or maybe you ditched them. The details were all so unclear, but the fact was they were all making stupid choices and you couldn't stand to stick around long enough to see the end results of them.

But now you were all done up in high heels and a small little dress in a city you had never been in before, notorious for sex, drugs and alcohol. Luckily, pepper spray in your purse and a back pocket full of self defense techniques that have been drilled into your head ever since you were a little girl were amongst some of the better choices you made tonight.

Then came along all of the dumber choices you would make tonight in the form of yet another fruity drink, and a tall, blonde man looking painfully confused at the roulette table right in front of you.

He was tall and broad, even more handsome than the massive statues of Roman men all around the hotel. But much like the statues around you, he looked like he was carved from marble. The muscles you could see sculpted through his suit jacket could've only been a result of a piece of fine art.

It was easy to pick up his wholesome sweetness behind his big blue eyes, that also did a lot to tell you how drunk the man was. He towered over the table and watched a few rounds, trying his hardest to understand what was happening. Much like him, you watched the ball spin round and round before landing in a slot.

Some of the players would moan and groan at their fate, while others would cheer happily and exchange loud laughter and high-fives.

Mesmerized by the game, you missed the glances the blonde man snuck of you. He really couldn't help it though. His friends had left him all alone while his capacity to make good decisions was at an all time low, and you were just so pretty and maybe a bit sad.

Another round was about to start, so the dealer started taking bets. Everyone around the table started placing their chips on a color and number, and the blonde was still confused.

He looked around again before his eyes met yours, and a stupid invasive smile smeared across your lips. When he noticed your friendly demeanor, he took a few stumbles over to you.

"Do you have any idea how to play this?" The man asked you.

Now you could smell the expensive yet deliciously pleasant cologne he was wearing, and you could take in all the details of his black suit.

Giggling at his cluelessness, you swallowed down the sip of cocktail in your mouth. "I do. Would you like some help?"

"I'm assuming you have to guess if the ball lands on red or black?" He asked as his lopsided smile and squinted eyes told you everything you needed to know about his sobriety... or lack there of.

"That's exactly it, good job." You nodded. "But you can also guess the number, or a group of numbers it'll land on. The payout at the end is based on how accurate your bet is."

"So what should I bet?" He asked you, having already built a strong sense of trust for you in the few minutes he had been observing.

"Oh no, that's not up to me." You shook your head before taking another sip of your drink. "You gotta trust your own gut."

The man's eyes darted around the table once more before his arms motioned to it. "But look around! All of these men have pretty girls telling them what to do, and that's why they're all winning money. You guys are so much smarter than us, and I'm alone so I need you to tell me. Red or black."

Usually, a statement like that from a man like him would have you rolling your eyes and cutting the conversation short. However, either your gut or the alcohol was telling you that he wasn't an asshole.

For some reason, you felt calm and comfortable in his presence all while being unable to wipe the dumb smile off your face. Something about his hair that was once perfectly styled now being a little jostled, and the twinge of pink in his cheeks made him seem so distantly familiar.

"Well thank you for that backhanded compliment." You laughed. "I think you should bet red."

He nodded, trusting your opinion far more than he trusted himself. "Should I place a more specific bet too?"

You thought for a moment, but you were in Vegas so... fuck it. "Yeah. Give me your chip"

The man happily placed the roulette chip into your hand, you stood up in one big sweep and started walking away from the bar. "Woah, don't leave your drink!"

Pleasantly surprised that he had your best interest in mind, you mumbled out a statement of gratitude as he handed the glass to you too. Approaching the table, looked at it for a few moments and tried your hardest to contemplate the best number to place a bet on, but once again no rational thoughts occupied the empty spaces of your brain.

So, you threw the chip on your favorite number, lucky 25.

"There ya go!" You used your free hand to pat the man's shoulder. "Good luck, Blondie."

"What happens if I win?" He asked you, smiling as you let your hand linger. Even with your highest heels on, you were nowhere near as tall as him.

"Then it's your lucky day, and you'll get a shit ton of money." You giggled at his question.

"And if I lose?"

"Then you're unlucky and you're about to lose some money." You snorted.

"That's not going to happen, you're my good luck charm." He declared.

"I don't think anything about my night tonight is radiating lucky energy, so I doubt that."

"What? No way! I feel like I've been the luckiest guy in the whole world today, so maybe I'm your good luck charm."

"I guess we will let the roulette wheel speak the truth of the universe tonight." You shrugged.

"Should we place our own bets on the bet?" The man asked.

"Like what?" You questioned, hoping this wasn't the moment the sweet stranger turned weird and pervy.

"I think if I lose I should probably call it a night and go back to my room because this is the drunkest I've been in probably 80 years." He stated. However, his words flew over your head figuring his drunken words were exaggerated, and you found yourself to be a little sad that your time with the stranger would be cut short so soon.

"I think if you win, you should stay out for a little while and have another drink with me." You smiled, going way out of your own comfort zone.

If you were sober, or maybe even drunk in a bar anywhere other than Las Vegas, you would've been caught dead before being caught to be so bold. But he was pulling you in faster than you've ever felt, and something about him felt so natural and warm.

"Deal." He agreed.

"Look, they're about to spin the wheel." You pointed at the table.

The dealer spun the wheel, and the ball was moving so fast that you could barely even follow it. Even as it slowed down and started to tease each individual slot, the motion of following the sphere going round and round was quite honestly making you a bit dizzy, so you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation.

"No way." The blonde stated. "No fucking way!"

His arm wrapped around you from behind and his big warm hands very gently shook the tops of your arms. "Look! It's on red! I can't see the number, but it's on red!"

You giggled and tried your best to keep your balance as he shook you around. When you opened your eyes you could see that the drink in your hand was sloshing around and spilling over onto the impeccably maintained carpet beneath your feet. But the loss of some of your drink was a small price to pay when the dealer picked the ball up out of the wheel and announced "25 Red!"

Simultaneously, you and Blondie let out little screeches in surprise and joy when you realized you had actually placed a winning bet. In all your years on this planet, nothing like this had ever happened to you. You never even won $5 on a penny slot, let alone a fat wad of cash that was being placed into the man's hands.

After the cheering celebration and laughter died down, he turned to you. "See! I knew you were lucky!"

"You trusted your intuition, and you won!" You noted with a smile so big and long lasting it was starting to make your cheeks sore. "Good job."

"Here! This is yours." He placed the wad of cash in your hands.

"What? No. You bet your own money, it's yours." Not being able to accept it, especially when you saw it was all $100 bills.

"No it's yours! You placed the winning bet, you knew the magic number so I want you to have it." He explained kindly. "You said nothing about your night was lucky, so consider this your sign from the universe."

"I can't just accept all of this money from a complete stranger." You denied once more. "You're very sweet, I would feel so guilty taking this from you."

"Fine, if you can't accept the money for yourself, how about we go spend it together?" He offered. "I owe you another drink anyways, then after that the Las Vegas strip is our oyster!"

"That's a little better" You agreed with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name."

"O-oh!" The man seemed to be taken back by that statement for a second. A look of momentary confusion furrowed his eyebrows before a happy smile returned to his kind face. "Sorry, I'm Steve!"

You made a small mental note of his initial shock that you asked for his name, but your drunken brain didn't hold onto that for very long.

"Alright Steve, here's the plan." You rocked up on your tippy toes and kept yourself braced with a steady hand on his solid shoulder so he could hear you better in the loud and chaotic environment. "Half my drink just ended up on the floor when you won, so I'm going to order another one. Then after that, I somehow need to end the night at my hotel on the complete opposite end of the strip without getting taken or murdered. So if we can somehow make it from here to there while blowing through that money you just won, then I'd be more than happy to help you spend it."

Steve's eyes went wide in concern at your statement. "Where are you staying?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "My gut is telling me not to tell a strange man where I'm staying."

"Smart girl, but I'm not letting you walk down the strip alone at night. The people here are crazy." He challenged. "No funny business. Pinky promise."

Steve raised his pinky for you with a genuine look of promise and concern on his face. "Do people often trust you to get them to safety?"

His cheeks turned pinker, and he let out an adorable giggle. "Yeah, I think most people find me to be very trustworthy."

"No funny business." You lifted your hand and wrapped your pinky around his with a quick handshake. "I'm staying at New York, New York."

"Oh wow, we have a long way to go with lots of chances to blow through that stack." He smiled. "What are you drinking? I'll order you another one."

"Honestly, I have no idea." You admitted, smile coming back to your face.

"Okay great! That helps me a lot" The blonde laughed.

"Excuse me" You politely flagged down the bartender. The same one from earlier coming back, you showed him your glass. "Can I get another one of these please? And whatever he wants?"

You looked to Steve who looked between you and the bartender. "Just two waters please."

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed.

"What? You're not going to have a drink?" You questioned.

He pulled a copper flask out of the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. "I'll drink more, but this is stronger."

"Oh, nothing here is strong enough for you?" You raised a brow, your smile growing just as lopsided as his.

"Nope. This stuff is special, it comes straight from another realm."

Laughing at his joke, as you handed the bartender cash straight from the wad Steve gave you. "That's funny, because I hope this is strong enough to make me feel like I'm no longer in this realm, so cheers to that!"

You and Steve sat at that bar for a solid two hours as conversation topics flew at the two of you unexpectedly fast. Each one new topic was short lived as an enthusiastic response would happily slip off one of your tongues, so excited that the two of you had so much in common.

Then, Steve decided to start the shopping spree. He offered you a hand to help you off the stool, which quickly turned into a protective arm around you, or ushering you the entirety of your time together. He knew that the men on the Vegas strip were pigs, but he underestimated how bad it really was.

But the cat calls, whistles, and lingering eyes were drowned out by the city sounds and the big flashing marquee lights that littered the sides of every building you passed. It was just as mesmerizing as the night before, skipping down the streets in a drunken haze with your best friends.

Now you were mesmerized by not only sin city, but the mysterious man you were following around as if you'd known him your whole life.

With a sense of childlike wonder the two of you ended up in silly places like the M&M's store, and the Coca-Cola store, but you also ventured into more classy designer establishments where you convinced him to buy a lovely new belt at Louis Vuitton.

It looked good, he looked good. You had to work really hard to contain the drool in your mouth as you watched him take off his old belt to replace it with the new one.

He tried to buy you a new bag, but once again you were being stubborn and were having a hard time accepting such a generous offer.

So, you suggested another drink. Just one more.

More sitting and chatting with Steve, you swallowed down the liquid in your cup while he shot the rest of the liquid in his flask.

That last drink was the worst of your poor decision making that night, or so you thought.

Because the last memory you had was sitting at that bar and really admiring him.

The alcohol had turned his cheeks and the tip of his nose a rosy pink color that somehow made his blue eyes shine even brighter, and add to the wholesome energy you felt radiating from him.

Sweet, silly, carefree, handsome, safe.

Then, you woke up.

Slowly at first. Your eyes opened and the dull pounding at the back of your skull wasn't nearly at bad as you deserved. The air conditioning did wonders keeping you comfortable, the light peaked through the black out curtains, and your belongings scattered across the room confirmed that you were definitely in the right place.

You looked around more. M&m's bag, Louis Vuitton bag... Converse bag? You didn't remember buying shoes. Wait... how did you get here?

Only then did you wake up FAST. You sat up, and your heart pounded as you realized that Blondie was in your bed. The sudden movement made your head pound even harder, but the good news was that he was fully clothed and was sleeping above the covers.

You were also asleep and fully clothed, but both of you were in different clothes than you had on last night. That's probably what those shopping bags in the corner were...

Carefully rolling out of bed to try and make yourself somewhat presentable and aid along trying to process what happened last night, you walked into the bathroom.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, fix your hair.

By the time you came out, Blondie was sitting up in bed with his legs on the floor, shooting you an apologetic look. He was apprehensive, scared to gauge how sick and unenthusiastic you would be by his presence this morning.

"Good morning." He said quietly, voice deep and raspy from inhaling the dry air and residual cigarette smoke.

"Morning." You tried to be polite, clutching the side of your head. "What happened? How did we- how did any of this-"

"Nothing happened." Steve reassured you. "I would never take advantage-"

"Okay, okay." You nodded slowly, feeling slightly relieved. "Advil. I have Advil."

Waking over to the table in the hotel room, you grabbed the bottle of painkillers and a water. You opened both and popped two little pills in your mouth, washing them down with water.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember much either. It's been a really long time since I've gotten drunk. This is really out of the ordinary for me." He explained.

"I guess we're on the same boat then." You agreed with him before a couple pieces of paper catch your eye.

"I guess I should probably go?" Steve stated, but it was more of a question. This was the first time he ever found himself waking up next to a stranger.

"No, you stay right there." You insisted frantically, picking up the piece of paper.

Certificate of marriage.

Your name signed at the bottom next to another signature that read Steven G Rogers.

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

You studied the signature, looked at his face, looked at the signature, then his face again.

In the table, there was a picture of the two of you kissing. Him in his suit, you in the dress you wore last night but also a veil.

"Oh my god" You exclaimed, so much information to process.

"What?" Steve questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh my god!" You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.

"What happened?"

"You didn't tell me..." You puffed out a breath, then an unexpected giggle left your throat. Of course, this would happen to you the one time in your life you didn't behave like a perfect angel. "Captain America?"

"Oh... Guilty?" Steve's shoulders sunk. "I introduced myself, no?"

"As Steve." You exaggerated.

"Yeah, I'm Steve." He agreed.

"Well, at least I was safe." Finding the benefit of the doubt. "Do you remember getting married last night, Steve?"

You passed the paper and the picture to him, and his face contorted into an expression you couldn't quite read. "...wow."

"Wow?" You questioned. "I unknowingly married Captain America last night and all you have for me is wow?"

"Holy shit." Steve looked up at you.

"That's better." You nodded.

"You don't look panicked" Steve noted.

"I'm not panicked because at least you're a superhero." You explained. "That counts for something right? Like people won't think I'm totally inane for marrying a stranger when they find out it's Captain America? And like... a superhero means you have people who come and clean up after you right? Someone can fix this right?"

You watched the gears turn in his head. "... I have to call Tony."

Tony. Who's Tony? Think. Superhero, avengers, Steve, Captain America. Tony... IRON MAN.

"Stark?" Your eyebrows raised. Steve nodded, pulling out his phone. "Now I'm freaking out. I'm really freaking out."

"It's okay, give me a second." Steve said calmly.

You nodded, the remembered you should check your phone too. As he spoke quietly to Tony, you looked around for your phone before finding it on the night stand, flooded with dozens of missed calls and texts from friends wondering where you were. You quickly sent off a text in a group chat saying you'd explain later, and that you were okay.

Eventually Steve ended the call. "He said he'll be here in a minute or two."

"Oh, okay great." You said exaggerating your nonchalance. "No biggie. Iron man coming over to read my marriage certificate to Captain America."

Steve giggled at the ridiculousness of the situation. "My mother would be over the moon to find out I'm married."

"My mom might have me 6 feet in a grave if she ever finds out about this." You sat back down on the bed next to him.

"When do you leave Vegas?" Steve questioned.

"My flight is at nine tonight. What about you?"

"Flying home at six thirty." He informed you. "Where do you live?"

"New York" You said simply. "Queens."

"We both live in New York and we’re staying in a New York themed hotel? What a small world." Steve noted. "Maybe we don't have to fit in a divorce before this evening."

"I mean... you are very handsome so I definitely wouldn't mind staying married to you for a few days until we get this figured out." You grinned.

A small blush stippled his cheeks at your compliment. “You’re so pretty I would’ve never had the courage to talk to you if I wasn’t drunk.”

Just like him, you blushed at his admission, and giggled at his words. “This doesn’t feel like real life.”

“Maybe I should’ve gotten you a ring instead of whatever the hell we bought last night.” Steve thought.

You looked down at your left hand, and sure enough, there was a pretty ring on your finger. You lifted it up to show him. “Looks like you were two steps ahead of yourself”

“Oh, good.” He chuckled. “At least there’s that.”

Then, there was a knock at the door.

You looked at Steve with wide eyes and nervousness building up in your tummy at the thought of being in the same room with one third of the Avengers.

“I’ll get it” He reassured you, standing up to answer the door.

Before you knew it, Tony Stark confidently barreled into the room. Firing some teasing words at Steve, you knew the poor guy would never hear the end of it.

“Oh look, here she is!” Tony announced.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine Mrs. Rogers.” He smiled.

“Tony” Steve warned with a glare.

“Where’s the paper work?” Tony asked.

You quickly handed him the picture and the signed document that was on the table. Steve stood right next to you as you both watched him read over it, and evaluate the legitimacy.

Tony took out his phone snapped a few pictures, and made a weird face. Nervously, you his your face in Steve’s arm and he instinctively rubbed your back to comfort you.

Then, Tony started laughing. “Rogers you’re an idiot.”

“I’m aware, but what’s so funny?” Steve complained.

“It’s fake.” Tony said.

“What?” Your head popped up.

“Little white chapel, married by Elvis just for the gag type of thing. There’s no marriage license, it’s not a legal marriage.” He explained, handing you the papers back.

Both you and Steve let out a huge sigh of relief. “Maybe I’m not that much of an idiot after all.”

“No, you’re still stupid.” Tony denied. “Out of all the people in the world I would’ve never expected this from you, Cap.”

“This is Thor’s fault.” Steve pointed his finger.

You didn’t understand how the god of thunder had anything to do with this, but you had no mental capacity left to even ask.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter. Just be on time for the flight home and stay out of trouble.” Tony told him. “Hope to see you around again soon, Mrs. Rogers.”

And just like that, he was out faster than he came in.

“I know Tony made it seem like everything is okay, but it’s not and I have a giant mess to clean up with the team.” Steve explained to you.

“Yeah, I’d assume so.” You smiled.

“Which means I really should go.” He let you down. “But regardless of this fiasco, and from what I do remember, I had a lot of fun with you last night. Would you want to exchange phone numbers and maybe hang out again when we get home?”

“I would love that, Steve.” You agreed.

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours. Both putting in your phone numbers and names before swapping them back.

At the same time, you both burst out laughing at the contact names.

Unplanned, he put his name as Husband, and you put yours as Wife.

“Ridiculous!” You laughed, walking him to the door.

“Maybe we really were meant to be.” Steve pondered.

“Maybe.” You agreed. “But in all seriousness, thank you for getting me home safe last night. I was really lucky to run into the right person at the right time.”

“Of course.” Steve grinned. “Travel safe, and let me know when you get home so we can set something up.”

“You got it.” Rocking up on your tippy toes, you kissed his cheek. “Have fun cleaning up that mess, Husband.”

“Don’t tell your Mom about this, Wife.”

You locked your lips and threw away the key. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

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[frostdayz]

Bed

Loki x reader

genre: Fluff

summary: You and loki tangled in each others arms and words while laying in bed.

note: Such a shit summary but this is just something small and loki themed because I recently read a long ass fic on ao3 that was a 10/10

my stories never really describe the readers gender so unless stated otherwise all my stories are gn!!

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I blinked my eyes open, slowly adjusting to the brightness. For a moment, I forgot where I was, but then I felt it—the warmth, the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath my cheek. I was curled up against Loki, our legs tangled together under the blankets.

I smiled to myself, savoring the rare moment of peace. Loki wasn’t exactly a morning person, and I had a feeling he was still asleep. Gently, I lifted my head to get a better look at him. His dark hair was tousled, a few strands falling across his forehead, and his face was relaxed, almost boyish in its softness. It was a side of him that few ever got to see.

Unable to resist, I reached up and brushed the stray hair away from his face. My fingers lingered, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his cheek. He stirred slightly, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Mm, what are you doing?” His voice was thick with sleep, and I couldn’t help but smile at how endearing it sounded.

“Just admiring the view,” I teased, resting my hand on his chest.

He opened one eye, peering at me with a mixture of amusement and mock annoyance. “You’re awfully chipper this morning,” he remarked, his lips quirking into a smirk.

“Maybe it’s because I woke up next to you,” I replied, unable to keep the affection out of my voice.

Loki’s smirk softened into a genuine smile, and he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. “Flattery will get you everywhere, darling,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I let out a contented sigh, snuggling against him. “We should do this more often. Just…stay in bed, with no worries, no responsibilities. Just us.”

He hummed in agreement, his fingers lazily drawing patterns on my back. “That sounds like a perfect way to spend the day,” he said, his tone thoughtful. “But you know as well as I do that our lives are rarely that simple.”

I pouted, though I knew he was right. “Can’t we pretend, just for a little while?”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “For you, my love, I’ll pretend all day if you wish.”

I grinned, my heart swelling with warmth at his words. “Then let’s stay here forever,” I declared, burrowing deeper into his embrace.

Loki tightened his hold on me, resting his chin on top of my head. “As you wish,” he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat.

We lay there in comfortable silence, the world outside our little cocoon of warmth and love feeling miles away. It was a rare and precious moment, one that I wanted to hold onto for as long as I could. In Loki’s arms, everything felt right. The worries and challenges of the world could wait. For now, all that mattered was this—just him and me, wrapped up in each other, in the quiet beauty of the morning.

“I love you,” I whispered, the words flowing from my heart without hesitation.

He tilted my chin up, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that took my breath away. “And I love you,” he replied, his voice soft but unwavering.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things words could never fully express—a promise, a reassurance, a shared truth. When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

“Let’s stay like this a little longer,” I murmured.

“Forever,” he agreed.

[hurtspideyparker]

Avengers Beach Day !

Tony is under a large beach umbrella, sat on a comfortable chair in bright red swim shorts and a flowy floral cover up. He has a large cooler with drinks, sandwiches and pickles. Also chips. Pepper is beside him reading a book about sustainability.

Natasha is in a simple black two piece swimsuit with large sunglasses, soaking in the sun.

"If anybody stares at my ass I will drown you and make sure your body never washes ashore," she warns as she lays out a towel and stretches out in the sun.

Peter and Thor are the first in the water, but only after Steve makes sure everyone has sunscreen on. "The water actually amplifies the harmful UV rays, so you should reapply in an hour. Don't worry, I'll remind you."

Peter and Clint tell Thor about chicken fighting, which delights him, and they are able to convince Steve to join so they can play. Peter sits on Thor's shoulders, and Clint on Steve's. It takes 4 rounds before Clint realizes Peter is cheating by sticking to Thor so he won't fall down. Peter and Thor switch places, but Thor still wins every time because well... muscles.

-

Bruce sets himself up on a blanket with a book but ends up falling asleep within twenty minutes. He sleeps for 2 hours and gets severely sunburnt.

-

Sam and Bucky sit down in two matching chairs a respectable distance apart, sunglasses on. Bucky is completely still for so long that Sam peeks over to see if he's asleep, his body casting a shadow over the soldier.

"Sam, I swear to god."

"Alright alright just checking, don't get your panties in a twist!"

-

Steve ends up floating around in the water peacefully, spread out like a starfish, while Clint and Peter show off their underwater handstand abilities to Thor. When Thor tries one for himself he ends up kicking Steve in the face. Peter and Clint can't stop laughing while Thor apologizes.

-

Natasha eventually joins the boys in the water, in which Clint begs her to play chicken with him because "all these guys are cheating super freaks!"

Natasha gets on Steve's shoulder and Clint on Thor's.

Natasha wins every round.

Clint grumpily complains about losing for the next half hour until he's distracted by food. (Tony makes fun of him for being such a loser on the ride home and Clint doesn't stop talking about how all his friends are freaks for the next 3 days).

-

Tony calls everyone in for some snacks and drinks, and Peter shakes his wet hair out all over Tony.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you shake that thing, I will hold your sandwich hostage!"

"You can't go to the beach and not get wet Mr. Stark, you're so spoiled. I barely talked you out of bringing that big ugly tent, it was practically a house."

"That's it. Thor, have another ham and cheese," he says as he tosses the sandwich to the god.

"No wait I take it back! Thor stop that's mine!"

-

Afterwards Peter finds a spot with damp sand to start building a castle.

"What are you, five?" Sam asks.

"Hey! I just found these old buckets on the shore and thought it would be fun."

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that boy scout."

"Like you could do any better!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Imma 'bout to whoop your ass so hard kid," Sam says as he snatches a bucket from Peter and gets to work a few feet away.

-

Bruce rolls over in his sleep like a gas station hot dog. His other side gets sunburnt.

-

"Kid, I'm ready for a swim. Kid?"

"Not now Mr. Stark, I'm in a sand castle building competition!"

Tony stares down at the teenager with his wild curls covered in sand, filling up a neon pink bucket.

"... move over. Where's your moat? You can't expect to win without a moat."

"The water just absorbs back into the ground," Peter says with a frown.

"Hm. We need insulation. Go back into the water and get stones and kelp. And driftwood for the drawbridge. How much time do we have? Can I get my tools?"

"Hey!" Sam yells, "you can't have help! And definitely no genius engineering toolkit."

"Fine, no tools. But I'm allowed Mr. Stark! Just get someone to help you too," Peter replies as he runs off into the water.

"Son of a- Barnes! Get your ass over here! We need to teach this spiderling some manners."

-

"You should reapply your sunscreen," Steve says while hovering near Natasha lying on her towel.

"Touch me and lose your hand."

-

"Tony, the sun's going to set soon, let's go for a nice walk down the beach."

"Not now Pepper, I gotta finish this brickwork," he says with his face millimeters from the sand as he chisels.

"I wanna go for a romantic walk with my partner. The sunset doesn't wait for anyone, even you Tony Stark."

"Mhm, sure after I finish this battlement."

Pepper huffs.

"Whatever, I'll just go with Natasha."

-

"BRUCE, YOU DIDN'T REAPPLY!"

"Wuh- ow, OW OW OW OW OW OW-"

-

"Okay, times up!" Peter announces.

Tony, Bucky, Peter and Sam all stand up. They step back, scrutinizing each other's work.

"Well obviously ours is better. We have a functional drawbridge," Tony is the first to point out.

"You guys are such freaking nerds. Ours is prettier, and taller. Buck found these beautiful baby conch shells," Sam points out.

"We need judges. Thor!" Peter calls out.

-

"Let's stop here for a second, I need to buy some aloe vera," Natasha points out as she and Pepper pass by a small street of local shops near the beach front.

"Oh, are you feeling burned?"

"No it's for Bruce."

"Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him much today."

Natasha keeps her smirk to herself, purchasing the soothing lotion before heading back out to the street.

"Maybe on our way home we can get some ice cream," Natasha says as she points out the shop. "Bet Cap would like some butter pecan."

Pepper giggles.

-

"Ah, finally, Nat! We need a third judge for our sandcastle competition," Sam waves her over as she and Pepper rejoin the group.

"You have Bruce, Thor, and Steve, what do you need me for?"

"Steve is corrupted!" Peter chimes in.

"He's a partisan of the veteran best friends party. For all we know Bucky used his secret Cap knowledge to rig their castle to the ice pop's liking," Tony explains.

Peter sets his glare onto the man in question, "bet you just go crazy for conch, don't you Steve."

"I'd really rather not be apart of this conversation," Steve tells them.

Bucky turns to the women. "Thor voted for us, and Bruce voted for them. You're the tie-breaker Nat."

Natasha hands the bottle of lotion to Bruce who thanks her sheepishly as she steps up to the castles. She circles them slowly, ducking her head and taking in every crevice.

"Functional?" she asks, pointing at the drawbridge.

"Yes ma'am," Tony smirks.

She steps up to the opposing castle.

"You buy these?" she points to the sea shells adorning the castle.

Bucky lifts his chin, "nope, swam for em. All the work was my own, just short of evicting the previous tennants."

Natasha nods before stepping back.

"I've made my decision. The winner..." they all hold their breath, even Pepper and Steve who have no stakes in the the competition.

"Is Tony and Peter."

Cheers errupt, along with the very loud complaining of the two losers.

"Oh come on man! Ours is bigger, and prettier!" Sam protests.

"Oh really Sam? Is size all that matters? Stark's is functional. I don't know about you but I like a little personality beneath the pretty pretty decorations."

Peter pumps his fists in the air with a "woohoo!" before launching himself at Natasha in tight hug.

"I knew I liked you," Tony interjects as he joins the pair's hug, placing a kiss on both Natasha and Peter's temple.

Bucky rolls his eyes at the gesture and hides an affectionate smile.

"Yeah yeah," Natasha chimes, "let's get out of here so you can buy us ice cream."

-

"What are you gonna go for Rogers? Butter pecan?"

Natasha and Pepper snicker at Tony's comment as they collect their own ice creams from the worker; a chocolate peanut butter cone and a raspberry and lemon sorbet respectively.

"Tony..."

"No, no, I got this. Butterscotch? Rum raisin? Pistachio?"

"I'll have you know my taste buds are very modern. Peter showed me this Thai place and now I'm a regular."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Tony says while grabbing his coffee ice cream.

-

"Kid you're making it too easy. You are genuinely a freaking toddler," Sam says when he spots Peter licking a bubblegum ice cream cone.

"If having a personality is childish then it's no wonder you got cookies and cream, ahembasicbitch." Peter coughs the insult out.

"How dare you, you overgrown Little Tikes ad-"

-

Bucky licks his mint chocolate chip ice cream contentedly in the back of the shop while he watches the others fight.

"What do you think they're on about now?" Clint asks from his left.

Bucky glances at the bubblegum cone in the archer's hand.

"No clue."

-

"AHAHHHAAH"

"What! Vanilla is the best flavour!" Steve tries to argue, although Tony's own laughter rings louder than all other conversation in the room.

"M-modern taste buds AH haha-"

-

Bruce watches with awe and slight concern as Thor happily licks his 3 scoop tall rocky road contentedly.

"You hungry man?"

"Aye, I do enjoy the mallow."

Bruce watches the tower lean in every direction, almost falling several times and looking more dismal with every lick.

He almost says something, but Thor always angles the cone perfectly just in time to save it. Instead, he watches silently while scooping a spoonful of cookie dough from his cup.

-

It seems they got the rest of their bickering out at the shop, as with tired and heat-soaked limbs they pile onto the jet for the ride home.

Tony looks back like a mom driving a mini-van.

"The baby's asleep," he smirks at Pepper who looks back at Peter.

The teenager is dead asleep, mouth wide open and head resting on Natasha's shoulder. She glares when she catches Tony's eyes on the pair and he looks away, glancing at the other passengers.

"I could've sworn Bruce's whole schtick was green. Is he rebranding to red?"

Steve looks over at Tony with a shameful pout, "he forgot to reapply."

Tony quirks an eyebrow but doesn't comment, settling back to cuddle with Pepper.

"Mission success," he whispers into her hairline with a soft kiss.

[vbecker10]

The Brother Tax

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You find out Loki has an interesting way of getting cash.

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for a little while and one of my friends from work finally convinced me to write it. (Love you!) This is silly and I know the first bit doesn't have Loki but just wait for it. I hope you all enjoy it! 💚

Bucky opens the door to the bank and holds it open for Steve and Thor. "Just admit you lost the money," Bucky rolls his eyes.

"I didn't lose it," Thor says defensively. "I swear I had a hundred dollars this morning." He walks over to the ATM and opens his empty wallet.

"Sure," Steve laughs as he stands next to Bucky across from the ATM. "It just vanished into thin air."

Thor sighs and puts his card in the machine, "I don't know where it went but I didn't lose it. Why would I lie about that?"

"So you don't have to pay me for losing the bet," Steve suggests.

Thor shakes his head as five crisp 20 dollar bills pop out of the ATM. He reaches for them but the second his fingers touch the bills, they vanish instantly. "What the-?" he asks, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"What?" Bucky stands up straight from the wall he was leaning on.

"It's gone," Thor looks over at his friends. "The money just... disappeared."

"Seriously?" Steve folds his arms across his chest in disbelief. "Look, if you don't have the money, it's fine. We'll find a different way for you to work off the bet."

"I have money," Thor says, his annoyance growing. "This is ridiculous," Thor mumbles as he shakes his head, turning back to the ATM. The God of Thunder presses a few more buttons slowly and another stack of 20 dollar bills comes out. With a deep breath, he touches the money lightly but again the cash vanishes instantly as Steve and Bucky lean closer to watch. Thor swears loudly in Asgardian, causing the two super soldiers to take a step back in surprise.

Bucky laughs, "Well that's a problem."

Thor angrily presses the buttons on the ATM again and takes a step away when the money comes out. "Steve can you...?" he asks, trying to contain his frustration.

"Yeah, I've got it," Steve steps up to the machine and easily takes the bills. Counting out the sixty Thor owes him, he hands the reaming money over.

Thor holds out his hand and as soon as the bills are placed in his palm, they vanish.

"Loki!" he yells as he slams the door to the bank opens and storms out followed closely by Bucky who can barely contain his laughter and Steve as he puts his winnings into his wallet.

As you lay on the couch with your head on Loki's lap a small green glow catches your attention. You look away from the TV, your focus moving towards the end table where Loki keeps his wallet and keys. A few moments later you see the green glow again and sit up, staring at his wallet curiously.

"What's wrong darling?" he asks.

"Your wallet is... glowing," you tell him.

He chuckles as it glows a third time. "Oh, that's the brother tax," he says with a smile that you know means trouble.

"The what?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Thor was being rather annoying yesterday so I decided to try out a new spell," he explains. "Any time he comes in contact with cash, it will appear in my wallet."

You giggle, "Loki, that's mean!"

He smirks, "You didn't seem to mind when I bought you those flowers and that little green bear."

"You bought those with Thor's money?" you look over at the cute, stuffed bear sitting on the armchair in the corner then back up at Loki.

"It's my money now," he corrects you gently.

"Mmhmm," you hum in response. "You tell Thor that when he figures out what's happening."

"It'll take that oaf a week to figure it out," Loki insists.

You lay back down on his lap and Loki leans down to kiss your lips lightly. He sits back again and runs his fingers through your hair as you both continue to watch the movie.

(Twenty minutes later)

"Loki!" Thor shouts from the hallway as he knocks heavily on the door.

"A week huh?" you ask, sitting up.

"It seems I might have underestimated him a little bit," Loki admits with a shrug.

"So... what's the plan now?" you wonder as Thor knocks again.

Loki chuckles, "I honestly hadn't thought this far ahead but I suggest we don't open the door for the time being."

You laugh and turn the TV up a bit louder as you lay back down. "What am I going to do with you, Mischief?"

He kisses your forehead, "Love me?"

"I guess I can do that," you smile up at him then focus on the movie once again as Thor's knocks become fainter.

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[beah388love]

Too quiet…?

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Daddy!Thor x Little!Reader

Summary: someone says you’re too quiet for Thor and too different to be together

Warnings: crying,insults,mean comments,age regression!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

You was picking flowers with one of the servants.

“God you’re so quiet..” she huffed as they sat on the floor picking the grass.

“Do you talk at all?” She scoffed

“I talk..” you mumbled but he didn’t hear you.

“Why’s the son of Odin even with you? He’s an extrovert, like a golden retriever” she sighed annoyingly, you could feel tears brimming your eyes.

“I’d be a better girlfriend to him than you.” She muttered but you heard.

“I’m gonna go get a drink. Stay here!” She spat at you and you nodded. As she walked away she stood on your flower pile, crushing them.

As soon as she left you cried. Your flowers all ruined.

Maybe she was right? Why was he with you?

You were the complete opposite of him?

You ran back into the palace, you rushed past the guards and servants as you covered your face.

And you ran straight to the place you always went to.

The greenhouse. Your favourite place, it was quiet,empty and had your favourite things…

Flowers.

You sat in the corner of the room, holding your legs up to your chest, resting your chin in your knees as you tried to stop your tears.

Your thoughts were racing so quickly you didn’t even hear Thor walk into the room.

“Little one?” He said softly but it still made you flinch.

“Buttercup? Why are the tears?” He asked you worriedly as he knelt down in front of you and you sobbed harder.

“Buttercup?” Thor repeated giving you a soft kiss on the temple. Hoping your favourite nickname would calm you.

Your favourite flower.

“W-why are you with me?” You asked wiping your tears and he physically jumped a little.

“Why are you asking me this?” He asked you confused and you pouted.

“S-she was sayin- we was too different t-to like eachother- and she’d be a better girlfriend for you-“ you stuttered out through cries and he pulled you into a tight hug, embracing you in his warmth, all you could smell and feel was him.

“That is entirely and completely untrue! We are so alike, we both like popcorn and the rain! And..Miss bunny!” Thor said making you smile at the mention of your stuffie,

“And we like colouring! And ice cream!” You beamed making him nod with a chuckle.

“Who is this woman anyway?” He asked you and you huffed.

“Buttercup?” He asked again and you nuzzled your face into his neck.

“M’ not sure she’s new…” you said and he nodded as he rubbed your back up and down softly.

“Did she do anything else?” Thor asked as he tried to hide his anger.

“She stepped on my flowers…” you said sadly when you remembered.

“What?” He said through gritted teeth and he was even more mad as he looked at your puffy face and wet eyelashes, he stood up with you in his arms.

“Daddy-“

“Shh..it’s okay just rest” he said stroking your hair as you rested your head back down in the crack of his neck.

“I want all servants lined up here now!” Thor shouted covering your ears but you still jumped a little.

Everyone flinched and lined up panicked

“Buttercup? Tell me if you see her?” Thor whispered to you and you nodded, hesitantly removing your face from thors neck as he walked down the line of terrified servants.

And you looked down when you saw her, catching thors attention.

“Is this her?” He asked you and you nodded.

“Is it true you said that were to different? To be together?” He asked and she looked down nodding her head reluctantly.

“Is it true you said you’d be a better girlfriend for me than Her?” He asked and she nodded her head as she sniffled.

“Y-yes s-sir”

“Well you are wrong, you could never be a better girlfriend than her, she’s the best anyone could ever have” he said giving you a kiss on the hand.

“And is it true…you stepped on her flowers?” He asked and she nodded sobbing.

“Y-yes..”

“Guards take her away!” Thor shouted and she sobbed as they dragged her away.

Thor put you back on the floor and held your hand, bending down a bit from the height difference.

“C’mon buttercup, let’s make another flower bouquet” he said making you squeal, and he couldn’t hold back a smile.

You went back to the flower garden and made a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

“Look! A buttercup!” You beamed catching thors attention.

He picked it and held it under your chin, the yellow tint glowing under your chin “you like butter” he said you gasped “I do!” You agreed making him laugh.

“Your so cute little one” he smiled as he pulled you on top of him, laying on the grass together.

You forgot all about what she said, because you both were indeed made for each other.

[lokis-coconut28]

A Green & Gold Sundae

A/N : Hello! Thank you so much for your patience on this one! Life got wild. Thinking about a Part 2?

I appreciate the love and support you all gave on Sports Bra! I hope you enjoy this one as well :)

Warnings: Food play, Smutttt, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Summary: (Y/N x Loki) Insomnia leads to late night dessert with the God of Mischief. WC 2.3k

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Toss, turn, repeat. Insomnia washed over you like a tidal wave dragging your mind into the sleepless abyss. You focused on the alarm clock atop the desk inquisitively - 12:18am, Sunday morning. With a discontented sigh you emerged out of bed in hopes of quelling your restless night. 

Meandering into the kitchen, you glanced over at the common room. Loki was nestled comfortably in the corner chaise, studying a leather bound tome reservedly in the soft light. Thor clad with headset shouted an incoherent threat at the television to a “NoobMaster69”. You quietly opened the refrigerator, scanning the shelves for a midnight snack, unaware of the eyes that were lingering on your form.

You heard commotion, rolling your eyes as you witnessed Thor throwing his headset on the ground. He tromped your direction, countenance mellowing as he spotted you rummaging in the ice box. 

“Y/N!” Thor beamed. “You cannot sleep? Up for playing a game with me?” 

You shook your head, declining, while grabbing a can of whipped cream from the door. You took the cap off and sprayed it directly into your mouth. 

“Nohhh fank youh.” You slurred, mouth full of froth. 

Thor chortled and snagged the can from you, dispersing a mighty tower of cream into his mouth. You jovially bantered, laughing whilst requesting, “Another!” 

“Of course!” 

You leant back, Thor squirting more cream into your mouth. Loki's eyes widened, subcontiously clenching the book in his lap. His focus sharpened in surveillance of his brother in such close proximity to you. He felt- no he couldn’t. He certainly did not feel jealous. 

“Loki? Want some?” You jocundly inquired from across the space, fracturing Loki from his envious thoughts. 

“Only idiots and fools play these witless games, mortal.” Loki venomously spat at you. He slammed his book shut, abandoning it on the chair, strutting with haste out of range down the hall. 

The joy you had exuded moments prior shriveled inside your heart like a dying flower. Loki had never spoken to you so harshly. 

Thor noticed your discomfort at Loki's insult. He leaned down and whispered, “He is adopted,” into your ear. You stifled a half-chuckle and smacked his large bicep. 

“Be nice!” You scolded lightheartedly, beginning to head toward your own room. 

There was a soft knock on your door, barely audible. You glimpsed at the clock and grumbled. 3:30am. Tony. Stark was notorious for recruiting you to work in the early hours. While you were grateful to be part of this team, briefing documents were the last thing you felt like reading in your insomniatic state. 

Moseying over to the sound, you swung the door open in exasperation, bracing yourself for Tony’s middle of the night assignment. You froze ice cold when you saw Loki before you instead.

“What brings you to my room, Laufeyson?” 

Loki winced internally at the tone of your words. You never called him that. 

“An apology. May I come in?” He said with an air of sincerity that riddled you with regret. 

Silently stepping aside, you observed Loki as he cautiously entered your room. His hands dwelled behind his back, arms tight to his sides. He loomed with the utmost formal, stiff posture. Your interest was piqued at his bravery not only to come to your room, but to also offer an apology. Core tightening at the sudden realization you were alone with Loki in the middle of the night, you listened to him intently as he began to speak. 

“Y/N… I owe you an apology for what I said tonight. How I spoke to you - it was harsh…” he shifted uncomfortably on his heels. “It’s just- it is not proper for royalty where I come from to do - well… fun things… Midgardian things.” Loki confessed in the tenebrosity of your bedroom. “And with Thor there… Well… He would tell The Warriors Three. I would never hear the end of it Y/N. Gossip spreads like wildfire in Asgard...” 

You could tell Loki was being vulnerable, something that did not come first nature to him. 

“...I find it difficult to let go of those customs. I am trying... So - if you would still have it… If the offer still stands…” he continued, revealing the can of whipped cream from behind his back with pleading eyes. 

You raised your eyebrows at him with a playful grin. “Really?” 

Apprehensively, he bowed his head in permission, handing over the canister. 

“Come here.” You giggled, seizing the can. You crawled onto your bed, scooching to one side. You tapped the mattress beside you twice, beckoning the God of Mischief to come join you. 

Following your lead, Loki tried to ignore the flutters in his stomach. Sitting next to you, he was painfully poised. Yet even in the late of night, he looked as collected and composed as he ever did, stature dripping with elegance. 

“Lean against my leg.” You hushedly instructed. 

Loki shimmied down low on the bed, resting his head carefully against your slightly bent knee. He looked straight up at you, seeking guidance. Allowing someone to have control of himself was new. Steadily, he rested his body perpendicular to yours. 

“Tilt your head back.”

You cradled his scalp and gently tugged his hair, encouraging access to his mouth. All traces of awkwardness melted away as he arched slowly into your palm. You admired Loki’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the new angle exposing his alabastrine flesh. Your eyes lingered, watching the heartbeat quicken in his strong neck, deep veins coursing like a sapphire river. You shifted your left leg slightly, arousal starting to stir from forbidden thoughts of your colleague.  

“Good.” You praised, loosening the grip on his obsidian curls. A small smirk formed on your lips. “Open up, please.” 

His breath hitched as he willed the tension in his jaw to release, slightly parting his mouth. He wet his lips with his tongue, allowing access for your dessert. Gently, you pressed the nozzle downward, forcing sweet cream to squirt from the star-shaped tip. Loki flinched, startled from the sound of the pressure that was built up in the can. You smiled reassuringly, sliding your hand down to support the nape of his neck. 

“It’s okay. Relax your body. It’s good right?” You soothed.

“Mmm-mmhmm. Another,” he hissed, mimicking your words to Thor earlier. A familiar burning swept over your stomach at his new inflection, laced with lust and possession.

Loki’s hands fidgeted near his groin, attempting to hide his arousal as you pressed down again. He allowed his eyes to fall shut, appreciating the feeling of you. The way you were cradling him felt so intimate. Your delicate hand holding him sent him to a state of tranquility he hadn’t felt in eternities… 

You made a large swirl in his mouth. Not nearly enough to make him choke, but certainly more than filling it. Loki’s eyes snapped open and glared at you in artificial anger. 

“I’m sorry… I had to do it.” You feigned your most innocent and apologetic look. 

Loki deftly dipped his pointer finger through the peak of cream in his mouth before consuming the rest. He tilted his head toward you, observing your expression. You were at ease with him. Peaceful and serene… Not afraid. 

Loki raised his finger to your mouth. He hoped this was not too forward of him, he hoped not to scare you away. 

Loki’s outstretched arm revealed the erection straining against his pants. His dormant hand began clenching his thigh as you bewitchingly leaned forward and sucked his finger clean of the foam, eyeing his visible arousal. Setting the can down and mindlessly draping your free hand on his abdomen, you felt his diaphragm rise and fall under your fingertips. A blush crept across your face at his hungry eyes taking you in. 

“Satisfied?” You questioned.  

Loki leaned in close to you, gently sitting up in one fluid movement. 

“It was quite good… However…” He tenderly rested his palm on your cheek, demanding eye contact.  “I crave something sweeter.” 

Loki ran seductive circles on your cheekbone, exalting the features of your profile, hesitating only for a moment's time. Forthwith, he captured your lips in a sultry embrace, comfortably fitting them between his own. You hummed in approval as you allowed him access to glide against your tongue. You both gave in to a sacred dance, tongues entwining in a passionate display of affection. Tasting each other, a heated frenzy between yourselves was created. 

Loki pulled away searchingly. He studied your face for any trace of protest. 

Coyly you lifted your lashes up at him, admiring the beauty in his irises. Being this close to him was enchanting. 

“Yes?” You chuckled. 

“I just - I want to be sure that was okay. I do not want to betray your trust, Y/N.” He whispered bashfully.

You pressed an affirming kiss on his lips, running your hand down his side. You spoke as you began to swap spots. 

“Lay on your back, Prince.”

Loki leaned backward as you knelt between his spread thighs. Slight panic was evident on his face as your new positions did not allow for him to hide the bulge in his trousers. 

And Gods. You were kneeling. His swollen cock throbbed at just the sight. 

“Spray it for me now… Your Highness. Spray where you want me to taste.” You mewled sweetly, looking for approval as you slid his sweater up. 

You drew a line with your finger on his exposed skin, bobbing your head once encouraging him to follow. Loki understood the instruction and sprayed a lawless line from his belly button to his sternum. 

You hovered over his sculpted belly, stalking the cream line. You slid your tongue over the messy map he had drawn for you, licking it from the top of his navel up to his chest. You planted a kiss on his jawline. Out of your peripherals there was a flash of green resulting in the disappearance of Loki’s pullover. 

“No cheating!” You playfully tugged his head back, massaging his scalp while he sprayed another line up his collarbone. You followed with a trail of kisses and sucks against his throat. He eased his eyes closed once more, letting his mouth drop open at your heated, sticky laps against the nerves in his neck.

“So- Sorry.. Y/N. No more cheating-”. You cut him off with a suction that was sure to leave a mark.

Cautiously, Loki drew a line down his happy trail. You locked eyes, licking the line up to his belly button whilst simultaneously pulling his bottoms down. He moaned in bliss as you placed a small peck above his pubic hair, continuing to tug the trousers down at a sinfully slow pace. His penis sprung free, dripping with pre-cum. You watched him pulsate as he gracefully drizzled a crown of whipped cream on his tip. His pupils dilated, dark in anticipation. 

You thumbed Loki’s hip bone, drawing an invisible heart shape on his sensitive skin. His stomach flexed involuntarily at the contact. The corners of his mouth curved upward, noting the shape you had chosen. 

“Command me, Loki.” You instructed him, sensually. “What do you want, Prince?” 

“Suck, Pet.” He demanded, firm, yet lovingly. Obediently you leaned down and sucked the mix of whip and precum from his cock. Pleasure surged from his base to his tip as your cheeks hollowed. 

“Another?” You sexily teased.

Loki let out a grunt of ecstasy and relief. He had been jealous of that word only hours ago, but now, how you said it to him, it was utterly intoxicating. 

Tasting his silky knob, your saliva ran down Loki’s length. You pumped your hand, gliding up and down with a rhythm so divine not even magic could mimic the sensation. Loki looked down at you, working sweetly between his legs. You were absolutely delicious. His cock trembled, threatening release as your mouth and grip repetitively jerked his most private anatomy. 

One hand stroking in pattern on his shaft, you allowed the other to gently fondle his testicles. He jolted forward into your mouth, relishing at the contact,  feverishly humping upward.

“Y/N…” Loki panted. You tugged his scrotum, massaging each nut gently. Your eyes flicked up to the Prince’s hand clasping your duvet. You could tell he was dangerously close to the edge. Watching his chest rise and fall at a rapid pace, you hummed at the taste of his precum, taking him further to hit the back of your throat. 

“Gods - Y/N…” he mewled . “Fuck! I’m - I’m going to cum Y/N…” 

You winked at him as you rolled your tongue sweetly over the hole that was begging for relief. Relentlessly, you pumped and sucked Loki off, taking delight in his sugary taste. His body began to quiver, commencing his inevitable orgasm. 

Loki’s hips lifted off the mattress, eyes squeezing shut tightly as his body bucked and vibrated. The intensity of pleasure washing over him as he expelled his seed into your mouth caused him to exhale a libertine moan. You supported his raised back with your hand, rubbing in encouragement as he let go, messily suctioning along with every shake and spurt of release. Tears of euphoria pooled in his eyes as he allowed you every last drop of his ejaculate. Once you were sure his release was complete, you swallowed Loki’s load. Sliding up next to him on the bed, you gently curled to his side, listening to his respiration. 

“How does Midgardian dessert compare to Asgard’s?” You perked your eyebrow at him. 

“Well, I have only had one Midgardian dessert.” He breathlessly purred against your ear. “And I think it may have caused me to develop a sweet-tooth.”

A long morning of dessert education was paved before you both, with Loki accepting your offer of a cherry on top, next.  This was your favorite Sundae.

Thinking about a part 2 to this...

[blackynsupremacy]

“HI, MS. PARKER!”

pairing: female!reader x female!bff x oldermale!character

inspo: friday (1995)

18+ vibes, so minors dni! contains: age gap, flirting, teasing, mention of a threesome, arousal, implied smut, swearing.

the neighbor: clark kent, steve rogers, thor odinson, logan howlett, derek morgan, dean winchester, erik killmonger, john winchester, bucky barnes or any character the reader has in mind!

taglist: @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @afrowrites @rosiestalez @zombiehe4rt @sabrinasopposite @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @elitesanjisimp @gxuxhdjdu

the sun adores the illuminated skin of you and your best friend. it’s friday, ya’ll ain’t got work nor classes, so you decided it was a beautiful day to take a bike ride through the neighborhood. it’s a blazing temperature of eighty-seven, so of course you’re both scantily clad in black halters and denim cut offs with slides before you hit the block. as you peddle around the corner, you spot him. it was one of your neighbors that had a decade on your twenty-five year old selves, but who gave a damn when he’s this—fine and recently divorced. your eyes gawk at how each of his muscles flexes in that tight-ass white tank top while performing the most mundane tasks such as mowing the lawn or fixing his car. the stains of perspiration leave a glistening mess on areas of his skin such as his arms, chest, and neck. you and your friend give each other a smirk, a glint of mischief within your eyes. you simultaneously wave at the man and greet him in the “friendliest” tone as you have done in prior occasions.

“heeeey!” you both squeal and let a few giggles escape as if you were back in your high school days.

he stops what he’s doing and lifts his head up at the harmony of your voices. he wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand as an amicable grin curves on his lips. he raises a bulging arm in the air, a baritone voice resonating to reciprocate the greeting.

“hey, ladies! how ya doin’?”

“we’re good!”

you turn your heads to secretly converse with each other as the raunchiest of thoughts run circles through your minds. your friend mutters under her breath on your behalves.

“we’d be better if you’d let us fuck.”

he peered at you both with a tantalizing gaze, an arched brow and a piqued smirk that thankfully, both of you couldn’t see. this was a weekly routine of this teasing and he played right along with ya’ll. he hadn’t really got any play since the divorce finalized because he was just trying to focus on himself, but how could he focus with these two pyt’s basically eye fucking him each time they pass by as their bodies bounced on their bikes? the aching sensation of his dick hardens as he couldn’t deny the fact that he was just as intrigued as you and your friend. he often battled with himself as to which one he would take first, but then again—why not both at the same time?

“i’m sorry, what’d you say, honey?” he feignedly inquired.

to say ya’ll were gagged was an understatement because there’s no way that man heard what your friend said. albeit it was true that both of you held a strong attraction to the older male, ya’ll weren’t gonna let him know that too quick.

you stammered to save your asses.

“uh—nothing! have a good one, sir!”

the heat of embarrassment rushed on your faces as you waved again and peddled off a few more blocks before retiring back to your home. after that encounter, you both needed a cold shower to cool off the area that needed it the most.

later that evening as you both were binging your favorite reality show, your phones pinged at the same time. you both picked them up to see you got a new message from an unknown number and they put you in a group chat: you, your friend, and the unknown person.

the message read:

you know i’ve heard you loud and clear earlier.

baffled, you read the message and you took it upon yourself to respond:

i’m sorry. who’s this and how’d you get our numbers?

don’t act so coy. you girls like to tease me every week on those bikes.

•••

it’s driving me fucking crazy.

it dawns on you both that this unknown person was…your neighbor.

“oh…” you started.

“…shit.” your friend finished your thought and she responds in the chat.

we didn’t mean to tease! we just wanted to say hi real quick because you looked so busy.

“and so damn fine.” you mutter, eyes not pulling from the screen awaiting the next response.

•••

let’s cut to the chase. it’s obvious you want to—have your way with me. i feel the same way, so if you stunning young ladies wanna know how a real man does it, swing by my place in the next 10 minutes. ;)

•••

you said you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.

you both stare at your phones then at each other not knowing that as you were reading each word your thighs instinctively clenched together to hold in the arousal that was erupting between your legs. as if you were speaking telepathically, you both deserved to relieve some tension with one of the finest men on your street. you kept your end of the bargain because within ten minutes you’re both standing in anticipation at his front door. you were getting a taste of your own medicine as his sculpted figure leaned against the frame. one of his forearms supporting his body while his other hand “tries” to grasp onto the cotton towel that was lowering at his navel. he skips the formalities by using his large, two fingers to beckon you both into the house and you both simply follow his command.

a ménage a toi—who knew that this was a way to spend a friday evening?

[mazikeenofthelilim]

loki's kinks & headcanons !

tags: 18+ readers only, mentions of slight smut.

orgasm denial : now lets face it, loki will absolutely deny you of any orgasms until he sees that youre an absolute mess for your prince.

"does my little whore need to cum ?" loki mocks with a slight tsk, his fingers pushing slowly into your dripping hole. "i havent even given you my cock yet so not yet, dear." his fingers delayed their motions, pulling themselves out of you and leaving you to clench around air— your hips moving to try and chase his fingers desperately.

overstimulation : now on the other hand, sometimes he has to give his good girl a prize.

"my prince.. i-i cant, no more." you stuttered, your walls clenching around his thick cock as he pushed himself into you roughly.

loki shook his head, his hand grabbing your jaw roughly and turning your head so that you looked him in the eye. "you can and you will. good girls get what they want and this one, had previously stated that she wanted the most so unless the safe word is slipping from those innocent lips, dont tell me no more again."

dirty talk : loki loves to hear himself talk, i guess its a good thing that you love it too.

"so fucking tight." loki muttered, thrusting his hips at a face and punishing pace. "you were born to take this cock. born for the prince to fill you up and fuck you all night long."

public sex : his favorite place that you both have done it is definitely on odins throne.

"loki !" you squealed, the man in questions hands were pining you down on the hard concrete. "what- what if odin walks in." you moaned out, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"its all apart of the thrill sweetheart. i can tell by the way youre gushing around your princes cock that you love the thought of odin finding you with your messy hair getting fucked by his supposed son on his thorne." loki never gave up on his pace.

breeding : it goes without question.

"want me to fuck an heir into your belly, sweetheart. get you swollen and round with my child." loki bit at your neck, his balls tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"please ! yes, yes, yes !" you chanted, your orgasm close to its peak as well.

loki smirked devilishly, "so fucking take it."

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