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simplyholl · 1 month

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Reckless

Summary: When you act recklessly on a mission, Bucky gets mad at you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

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You had really done it now. You made Bucky so mad, he couldn’t even look at you. You were paired together for a mission, and you acted recklessly. You got separated from him and instead of waiting for him, you found the Hydra bunker where they were hiding.

You burst in without a plan and they would have most likely killed you. But Bucky came in and saved you. On the way back, he wouldn’t look at you, speak to you, or even acknowledge your existence.

It took a lot for him to get angry. So you didn’t know how you could fix this. You were such good friends, and he always made time for you. It was going on three days and he ignored every text, call, FaceTime, and knock on his door. You didn’t even know why he was so upset with you. You had done stupid stuff during missions before.

Finally you had enough of the silent treatment, so you waited until it was his normal time to train. He liked to work alone, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else being there and interrupting you. You made your way to the gym, disappointed that he wasn’t there, nobody was.

You were just about to leave and come up with another plan when you heard someone in the men’s locker room. You hoped it was Bucky as you entered, the smell of soap filled the steamy room. Your sneakers squeaked with every step on the wet tile floor.

You heard Bucky singing some old fashioned song. Following his voice passed the lockers, you step over Thor’s discarded shorts. You shake your head, feeling sorry for the cleaners Tony hired. You see Bucky’s head peaking over the shower door. For a split second, you debate turning around. But you want your friend back more than anything, so you continue all the way to the showers.

“James, we need to talk.” Bucky jumps at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing in here? This is the men’s locker room.” He rolls his eyes, turning towards the spray of water. “You wouldn’t talk to me, I didn’t know when I’d be able to catch you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he picks up the shampoo bottle squirting some into his palm.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I just want you to talk to me.” He reaches up to wash the shampoo out of his hair, eyes closed. “I know you can hear me. Bucky, please?” You beg him but he continues ignoring you. He could be a real asshole when he wanted to. You set your phone down on the bench beside you. You reach down to take off your shoes then your socks.

You grab the handle to the shower door, letting yourself inside. Bucky’s eyes widen as he sees you in the shower with him. He makes an awkward attempt to cover his self. “Get out of here!” You walk over to him, “No! This is the only way to get you to pay attention to me!” You walk closer, “Tell me why you’re so mad at me.”

Bucky watches as the water sprays you, making your already tight workout clothes cling to your body. His throat bobs as he finally answers. “I’m not mad, I’m furious. You weren’t thinking. You never do. You went by yourself when you were told to wait, and if I hadn’t been close by, you would be dead.”

“I do stuff like that all the time, Buck. Why did it make you so upset?” Bucky takes a step toward you, removing his hands from his hardening cock. “Because I care about you! If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after that stunt you pulled.”

That was just the answer to send all your worries about crossing boundaries out the window. You press yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. When his lips met yours, it was like you were the only people in the whole world.

His metal hand makes quick work of your sports bra, ripping it right off you. The warm palm of his flesh hand meets your breast. He groans against your neck as his hands travel lower. He jerks your leggings off in one swift motion, throwing them to the side with a wet thud.

You were never so thankful that you didn’t wear panties as you were today. He reaches between you, long fingers dipping into you. You were so wet just from arguing with him, and he knew it. “All this from fighting with me, doll?” He smirks, knowing the effect it will have on you. You clench around his fingers as he curls them upward, his palm gently brushing your clit. “James” you moan, grasping his shoulders for support.

He removes his fingers from you, turning you around so fast that you don’t have time to register how empty you feel now. Bucky presses his body to your back, trapping you between him and the shower door. The cool door makes your nipples harden against it. You feel Bucky’s hard cock rub against the curve of your ass. You try to move to create some type of friction between you, but you can’t. His big body doesn’t budge. He uses his leg to spread you further.

You gasp as he thrusts into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before he plunges deeper, bottoming out. You claw at the shower door, as his thrusts grow brutal. His metal arm wraps around your waist, holding you where he wants you while his flesh hand grabs your chin. He tilts your face to look at him, “Are you going to do anything that stupid ever again?” He asks, his cock brushing that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.

You can’t form words, it feels too good. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.” Your eyes are glossy, you try to answer but you only make sounds. “My pretty baby, she’s too cock drunk to talk. Is that it, doll? Is my cock too much?” You manage to whisper yes, sending his ego into overdrive.

“That’s right, nobody will ever make you feel like I do. I’ll never touch you again, if you don’t follow orders. Am I understood?” Visions of his old army days flood your mind, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. He seems satisfied with your answer, holding you closer to him. His fingers dig into your hip, no doubt leaving bruises, marking you as his.

He snaps his hips one last time, burying his face into your shoulder as he comes inside you. He stays like that for a minute, catching his breath before turning you around. He checks all over your body, his forehead wrinkling as he notices the multiple marks he left behind. “Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just so caught up in the moment-“

“It’s okay. I really liked it.” You confess. Bucky sighs in relief, bringing you back under the water, he starts to wash you. “Hey what about me?” Bucky smirks, “What about you, doll?” He washes down your arms. “I didn’t get off.” You state matter of factly. “Oh, I know. Only good girls get to cum.”

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acciopietro · 2 years

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Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?

combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻‍♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)

a week’s isolation - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.

word count: 3,878

tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!

a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)

“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.

Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.

A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!

“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”

“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”

“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”

Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.

“Y/N? You have a question?”

“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”

“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”

“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”

“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”

A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.

“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”

Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.

“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”

All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.

“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”

“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”

“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.

“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”

“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”

“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.

“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”

“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”

“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”

You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”

Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”

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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.

“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”

“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.

“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”

“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”

Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.

“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”

“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”

“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”

Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you.

“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”

Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.

And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you.

One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused.

Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.

By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.

The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”

“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”

“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”

“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”

“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.

You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed.

Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.

“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”

You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”

You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.

You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything.

“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”

“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”

“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”

“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”

“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”

“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”

Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.

“How so?” Pietro asked.

“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”

It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.

“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.

“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”

“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”

He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.

“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.

“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”

You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”

Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”

You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”

“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips.

“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”

“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”

“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.

“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.

“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”

You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.

“Yes.”

You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.

He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.

“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically.

“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.

Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.

Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.

“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit.

“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.

“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.

“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”

“Just do what?”

You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.

“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”

“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.

“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"

And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.

“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.

Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.

Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”

“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”

Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.

When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.

“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.

“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”

“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”

translation:

“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning

“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.

“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love

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@childishnewt @mcximffs @minbeatriz16 @slvtforfictionalcharacters @kaqua @thorrealgf @pagesbetweensheets @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx @eichenhouseproperty @niallhoransupremacy @criesinlies @fairydxll @cassiestars777

a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months

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.⋆｡Best Friend's Brother｡⋆.

Loki x plus size reader (platonic)

Thor x plus size reader

Loki held her in the highest regards and trusts her judgement more than anything, but maybe not about this

Warnings: smut, secret relationship, fwb to lovers, fluff, overprotective Loki, some nudity, being caught in the act, no use of y/n

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Loki was the clever one, the smart one who had a silver tongue so smooth he could talk himself out of the most dire of circumstances. Thor was the strong one, a head made of rocks and a body of steel with a determination that never faltered. They were two sides of the same coin, consumed by the arrogance of their own greatness, and perhaps for that reason led to this day.

It was quite a normal day for the dark prince. He dined and then ventured to the heart of the palace where the most precious and powerful books were kept, as well as someone who knew how to use them. Most of Asgard regarded her as the Keeper but the most elite of Asgard’s elite knew her as Loki’s.

She was a powerful magic user with strength enough to rival even the strongest of the Valkyries but she was also kind. She became the prince’s best friend when they were both mere children, acting as his confidant and a pillar when he and Thor began to grow apart. While there were many who speculated as to whether they were secretly together but it seemed though all their interactions were platonic enough.

The dark corridor was quiet as Loki walked along. He hummed to himself, content with the peacefulness that always settled over him as he made this journey. Yet a sudden moan broke through the silence, stopping him in his tracks. It was only then, when the sound of his own footsteps ceased, that Loki could hear the wet slaps and the chorus of groans and whines that indicated that she was, in fact, not alone.

He scoffed and turned to leave, she could have at least sent word to him if she was expecting company. But a loud moan of ‘Thor’ made him freeze. Loki’s eyes narrowed, he wouldn’t dare. The deep rumble of Thor’s voice confirmed his suspicions a moment later.

The door to her private chambers slammed open, revealing the now frozen couple to Loki’s furious gaze. His best friend in the entire universe, the one person he could wholly trust, sat atop his older brother, who he had complained about more times than he could count, both of them completely naked and covered in sweat.

“Really?” At least she had the decency to look even the slightest bit ashamed while Thor smiled broadly, sitting up so he could hide her chest against his own. “Him? You could do so much better.”

“Brother! Do not fret, I read your little friend like the queen she is!” But Loki did not look at him, instead his green eyes remained locked on her.

“How long?” She swung her plump legs off of her lover so she could fully sit on the mattress, taking only some of her sheets to cover herself and the rest left on Thor.

“Almost a year.” Loki’s brow raised as the feeling of betrayal washed over him. “We didn’t mean to keep it a secret! It’s just, one day Thor came to ask me for advice and one thing led to another. It was convenient for both of us, we trusted each other and we grew up beside one another so we kept seeing each other. But-“ She looked back at the blond god with a smile that Loki had never seen her wear before. Thor took the hand closest to him, placing a loving kiss on the back of her knuckles.

“But we fell in love.” The pinch in Loki’s dark brows faded as he watched the pair. Thor’s leg was pressed against her back, her free hand sitting on his calf, the fingers of their joined hands intertwining, it was obvious now. They could not bear to be apart from each other, even when being confronted.

Loki huffed a small laugh through his nose, drawing her attention back to him. “I should have known. You have been happier as of late. But I am quite surprised that the oaf kept it from me for so long.” Thor growled playfully as you bit back your giggles.

“Well brother it seems that I am the sneaky one now and my dove here will attest that I have quite the silver tongue.” He yelped as she smacked him on the shoulder, knocking him flat onto the bed. Yet his smile never faltered, in fact it only got wider. She was precious to Loki, she was an untouchable treasure that he wished to hide from the world in some vain attempt to save her from its horrors but he could never think clearly when it came to her.

But apparently, Thor was the level-headed one here. He curled his large body around her softer one, not trapping her but instead giving her a comforting touch as she looked up at her best friend. “Yet you kept it from me for so long. Do you not trust me?”

Thor was the one who answered. “We both wished to tell you but she was worried that it would shatter your trust in her and that it would destroy any positive relationship you and I had. I also wished to keep our love private so it could blossom without Odin breathing down my neck. I do intend to marry her, brother, but I wished for her to choose when without any pressures from others who have no business telling us what to do.” She nuzzled into his touch with a shy smile, her eyes burning bright with love.

Loki sagged into the armchair across from the bed, his head falling between his shoulders. “By the gods I am an idiot.” There was a rustle of fabric and then, out of the corner of his eye, she appeared, wrapped in her sheets, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You saw what you wished to see, simple as that.” He chuckled and looked up at her.

“I certainly did not want to see that.” But she just looked back at Thor who was now propped up against her headboard, one of her many quilts covering his body, his gaze already fixed on her.

“Then maybe knock next time.”

The princes were two opposite, unstoppable forces, both complementing each other in the best and worst ways but she was the unmovable object that slowed their rage and tempered their hate. Yet maybe, Loki thought, he needed to improve her tastes.

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Sounds Of Broken Memories

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Pairing: ! Loki x Sigyn reader

Warings: latest chapter incident

Disclaimer: Sigyn belongs to @miss-seanymph-pani. This shit kinda badly written tbh

Setting: normal au!

Source: shuumatsu no Valkyrie/ Record of Ragnarok

Characters: brunhilde, Sigyn reader, Loki

Genre: angst

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Language: English

Note: I got inspired by my own feelings? Mostly sadness cause i just tried to put feelings into words.

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How long has it been since the last time he saw you? He doesn’t remember, all he knows is that he knows that’s it’s way too long. Loki closed his eyes and plopped onto his bed. The feeling of regret and embarrassment flooding over him. How could he ever show his face? Not only did he piss off the gods by wanting to side with Brunhilde, his wife divorced him in the process which only pissed the Nordic gods more, but some gods of other pantheons too. The image of the other gods looking at him with pity worried him more than their anger. Odin had been quiet but his silence spoke enough for him to know that he shouldn’t do anything reckless. Thor could only look at him with pity, he was never one to show many emotions but it was clearer than ever. Though, he rather had Thor’s pity than the anger of his gold haired wife Sif, who could possibly murder him with one gaze of her anger. It felt as if everyone was against him, and it bothered him greatly. He couldn’t help but feel even more emotions, it scared him. How could someone as mischievous as him feel like this? He never cared how other’s felt by his antics…so why does he care now? He didn’t know. He never felt this way…not until now…He sighed again and put his arm over his eyes. He felt a wave of strong emotions overwhelm him, in a way to hold himself together he bit his lower lip very hard. He was sure that was going to leave a mark. He closed his eyes wanting to get away from everything. The feelings. The hurt. The confusion of what he feels.

Loki felt his eyes water a bit and pushed himself of the bed. He paced around the room a bit. His hands finding it’s way to his face. His breath got heavier. The realization and the weight of the situation getting even more intense. It feels suffocating, it felt as if there were a million hands on his body, all representing things it could be. Guilt? Regret? Hurt? Realization? He couldn’t pin point it. But there was one that he could…one that made him suffocate….The hands gripping on his neck, it felt as of someone was choking him…or was it to tell hom that it was his really his fault? Or was it to tell him that the guilt was weighing on him? He tried his best, he really tried, to not let the suffocation get to him. But it got too much…so much and he bursted in tears. It looked so pathetic doesn’t it? A person who hurt others crying for something he done. Knowing he can’t take it back. Knowing he’ll have to live with this guilt. The guilt of hurting his Sigyn, the guilt of his family being broken up because of him. The guilt of the pantheon losing a precursor Valkyrie because of him, the guilt of acting as of he is a victim, when in reality he is the one who hurt her. It’s pathetic. So pathetic. A god isn’t supposed to be like this. A god doesn’t cry. A god doesn’t show mercy or remorse. A god doesn’t care what he does. Especially not the Loki, the got of mischief. Then why was he here doing all the things he wasn’t supposed to do? Why was he being pathetic? Is he pathetic?

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He doesn’t know. He can’t deny, not confirm. All of this is too much. It’s too much. He can’t handle it. He can’t. It’s too suffocating, too heavy, too strong, too confusing. He doesn’t know. He takes deep breaths. Trying to keep himself together. His breath slowly steadied…a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he lets himself fall to the ground, his back against the wall. Is this what it feels like? ‘Is this what you felt at that moment Sigyn?’ He understands now. It’s a dark pit. A void. A void that crushes you heart, it makes you feel so much yet nothing at the same time. It’s simple yet complicated. It can be your milestone and you’ll get out stronger…or it’ll be your end. He sighed again and pulled himself to his feet. Loki’s eyes drifted to a portrait. A portrait of her. How could he ever have done this to her? She was a strong woman, even when she was human, a Valkyrie or a goddess, during all of them she was strong. He felt so much guilt, instead of being the one she can rely on, the one she can turn to, he was the one who ended up being the one who hurted her. He hated that. He hated that he ever liked brunhilde. He only liked her because she represented his wife. Brunhilde had her own lover and her loyalty to him. He hated it. He hated what he did, he hated what he caused. But above all he hated himself. Loki walked up to the painting, his fingers lingering on the dried paint. It touched it as of it could crack if he put to much pressure. His eyes scanned over the painting, taking in every detail. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, everything. He needs to remember it. He needs to know. He needs to see her again. He must. He has to. Yet he can’t. He’s to scared. To afraid. Afraid of facing what he caused. Afraid of seeing hurt and sadness in her eyes that once held love and kindness for him.

Loki felt his stomach drop. He began to doubt everything. What if he wasn’t going to see her again. What if she moved on…then…he has nothing left. He’ll lose everything. He doesn’t want it. He knows now. He knows. He knows that he wants only her and not Brunhilde….is it to late? Too late to say sorry? Too late to tell her how much he loves her…how much he would take it all back? Too late to choose for her? He doesn’t want that to happen… He suddenly realized that he was gripping the golden frame of the painting too hard. He missed her…he can’t explain it. This room…this floor…this palace…it doesn’t feel like home anymore… he sighs and softly pressed his forehead against the glass of the painting. He won’t hear her laughs anymore. He won’t see her smile or her scoff when he pulls a prank, he won’t see her look at him again…he won’t see her enjoy the nature of the Norse landscape again… Loki’s form trembled against the painting. That’s right. What made this a home. His home. Was her. She was the one that felt as of he was at home…not the palace or the broken memories they shared…Just her. She was enough.

Parallel lines never meet. They go on forever and ever, but never touch. Same goes for perpendicular lines. They meet once, but they’ll drift apart forever…perhaps they were meant to drift apart…

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darknight3904 · 6 months

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The Monster and The Lady

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Happy Loki Season 2 Finale! As my gift to you here's the chapter a day early! ( The finale was amazing and it ripped my heart out and stomped on it.)

Asgard 2011

Astri was polishing her sword when Loki barged into her chambers.

"Remember the conversation we had about knocking, Loki?" She asked without looking up

His lack of response got Astri to look away from her work. Loki was sitting on one of the large pieces of furniture that decorated her room. All of his attention was on his hands as he stared at them.

"If you're upset about what happened to Thor, I'm sure he is fine on Midgard." She said moving to sit next to him. "They love him there."

"Stay back," Loki said, his deep voice suddenly scaring Astri. It was the same tone he often used when speaking to enemies in battle. It was intimidating, mean, and cold, and Astri hated everything about it.

She crossed so that she was sitting across from him, the small table felt like it was keeping her miles away from him. Loki's eyes looked red and swollen as he kept them focused on his hands.

"You've been crying." Astri observed, "What happened?"

"Nothing I can't handle." He lied.

"It doesn't seem that way? Do you want some tea? We can talk about it, I'll send for Drifa." Astri offered gently

"I didn't come here to talk," Loki said

"Then why are you here and not in your chambers?" Astri pushed, she knew he didn't just come here to sit, he had something he wanted to get off his chest.

"I don't want to be alone." He said, looking up, "You're the only thing that makes sense in this damn palace."

Okay...progress. But he definitely had something else he wanted to say, Astri would take that for now.

"You don't have to worry. I won't be going anywhere, I'll stay here with you." Astri assured knowing her words were anything but lies.

"You won't want to once you know though. That's what scares me." Loki said softly

Astri wanted to reach across the table and hold his shaking hands but his harsh tone from earlier kept her grounded in her seat, hands folded neatly in her lap. The doors opened to her chambers and two guards walked in.

"Lady Astri, the queen summons you." The one on the right said.

Astri wondered what could be amiss as she walked quickly through the halls. Loki was uncharacteristically a few paces behind her and dead silent when the guards directed them to Odin's chambers of all places. Frigga seemed frazzled and uncomposed when Astri saw her next to the Allfather. It was strange seeing her so distressed when she normally seemed to have everything under control.

"Astri, Loki." She stood and greeted them both with warm hugs. Loki's stiffened posture didn't go unnoticed by Astri.

"What happened?" Astri asked eyeing Odin's sleeping form

"He has fallen into the Odinsleep. It was too sudden this time. I fear he might not wake this time." Frigga said sadly

"He is strong, Frigga. I'm sure he will wake again soon." Astri said placing a warm hand on her mother figure's shoulder. Was this what Loki wanted to tell her? Did he cause this? The way he was acting made it seem worse than this. Odin had fallen to Odinsleep many times in the past.

The doors opened abruptly to reveal what had to be a full platoon of soldiers on the other side. When Loki turned to them they all bent their knee to him. One came forward and presented Loki with Gungnir, the spear Astri rarely saw Odin without.

"My king, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three request an audience with you." He said once Loki had taken it from him

Astri felt her face pale when she realized what was happening. Loki seemed to have a similar reaction but quickly recovered and nodded to the man.

"I'll meet them in the throne room," Loki said, dismissing him and his fellow soldiers.

"Loki..." Astri said, reaching out to grab his hand. She didn't know what she was going to say just that she didn't want him to leave her.

"Stay here. With my mother." Loki said, pulling his hand away from her reach

"But I want to-"

"Stay. I'll send Drifa to bring you those cakes." Loki cut her off

"Is that an order...my king?" Astri asked, the words felt bitter in her mouth.

"Yes." He hissed before turning on his heel and leaving the door.

"Come sit with me, darling." Frigga beckoned to her.

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Loki kept his word and sent Drifa with Astri's favorite cakes. They were delicate little lemon-flavored things with soft powdered sugar on top. Beyond the cakes, he had also sent her the book she had been reading for the past week along with tea and a book for his mother. Even when he was upset, he was looking out for them.

"What's on your mind?" Frigga asked, moving her eyes from Odin's form.

"Nothing." Astri sighed

"Remember when I told you your mother and I were raised by witches?"

Astri nodded.

"That means I can see with more than eyes. Now, why is my son troubling you?" She asked

How does she always know what's wrong?

"He seemed very distraught before you summoned me here. I know it could have just been Odin's condition but it seemed to be more than that." Astri confessed, "He kept staring at his hands too, and wouldn't let me sit next to him which you know he always does."

"I think it's best if I let him tell you what's wrong," Frigga advised suddenly looking away.

"But you just asked me to tell you-"

"When Odin fell asleep, He and Loki were discussing...matters in the weapons vault. Loki told me what happened." Frigga explained, "But, it is not my place to tell my son's secrets to the world."

"But it's not the world. It's just me." Astri reasoned

Silence passed and Astri could tell Frigga was thinking about something important.

"Go to him. If he gets upset tell him he can whine about it to me." Frigga smiled

Astri groaned but stood up and went to the door anyway.

"You're sure you'll be ok alone?" She asked looking back at Odin.

"I have lived for thousands of years, darling. I will be alright." She smiled gently

Astri nodded before quietly slipping out the door. The walk to the throne room was incredibly brief. Perks of being the Allfather, your bedroom is closest to the most important room in the castle.

Loki's armor was complimented by the large throne. The green he normally donned made him look more regal as his golden helmet shone when the light hit it.

"Lady Astri. I thought I ordered you to stay with my mother."

"And I thought you weren't an uptight jerk with a stick up your ass," Astri responded

Loki's sharp gaze snapped to her and she stared up at him defiantly. He might be king now but she knew he'd never do anything to harm her.

"Leave us." He ordered the guards in the room

Astri watched him slowly descend from the throne almost as if it was for dramatic purposes. King of Asgard? More like King of Dramatics.

"What are you doing?" Loki asked, annoyed

"I wanted to talk to you," Astri explained

"That doesn't mean you can call me names like that in front of others." Loki scolded "I'm acting king now."

"The guards do not care what names the king's childhood friend calls him. I bet some of them are old enough that they saw the time you and Thor went running through the castle naked." Astri smiled

"Stop it," Loki demanded, looking around to see if anyone had entered the room

"I'll stop when you talk to me." Astri said, "Do you think any of them remember the time you went crying to Frigga after you had a nightmare from the scary story Thor told at that sleepover we had with Volstagg?"

Loki snapped his fingers in her face before she could think of another embarrassing childhood moment of his.

"Alright. We'll talk. Just stop saying crazy things." He said

"Crazy? All those things happened Loki. Just like the time you farted in front of that gorgeous boy, you tried charming who was visiting from Xandar with her family." She laughed

Loki's face had grown red as he gestured for her to follow him.

"Not another word about me as a child," Loki ordered

"The fart incident was 200 years ago. You were already fully grown at that point." She pointed out

"I'll cut your hair again," Loki said as they reached his chambers

Astri giggled as she sat down on his bed and gestured for him to sit next to her.

"I'll say here." Loki declined still several feet from her

"I'm not going to bite you you know," Astri said

"I just...don't want to hurt you." Loki softly said, piddling with his hands, a gesture Astri noticed he had down since they were children.

"You won't. Just...tell me what's wrong. I'll help you fix it. I promise." She sincerely said

"You can't. I can't. No one can." Loki said looking away from her and at his shoes

"How do you know? What's even wrong anyway?" Astri asked

"If I tell you, you'll be scared of me," Loki said quietly

"I won't. Nothing you do will ever scare me." Astri swore

A soft beat of silence passed over the room as Astri wished Loki would look up at her.

"I am a monster. A relic Odin kept here until he had a purpose for me." Loki said

"You're not a monster," Astri assured, standing and crossing the room so she was close to him again.

"You don't understand...I'm...one of them. One of those monsters who we've been told frightening stories about since we were children. I am a Frost Giant. The monster who Asgardian parents tell their children to be frightened of when they misbehave. I was nothing but a bargaining chip to Odin. Another object in this castle that represents his conquest over these Nine Realms." Loki said angrily, words cutting across the air like knives, as he finally looking her in the eyes

"What do you mean you're a Frost Giant?" Astri asked slowly, surprised at his speech.

Loki led Astri through the castle as he told her the story Odin had told him merely hours before. She stayed silent the whole time, absorbing what came from his mouth. Loki couldn't tell what was worse, her silence or what she might say about who he was. They reached the weapons vault quicker than he would have liked and soon were standing in front of the Joutun's casket.

"I will show you." He said, barely trusting his voice

"You don't have to. Let's go back to the library and read together." Astri said reaching for him again.

Loki ignored her request and placed his hands on the casket again. An indescribable coldless tingled through his body and he watched his hands turn blue once more. He felt it spread across his body and felt the soft facial lines that all Frost Giants bore rise from his skin. When he was sure he had held it long enough, he turned back to his dear Astri, awaiting her judgment.

"I understand if you want to leave," Loki said

Astri was silent as her eyes roamed across him. Her light brown eyes we taking in every inch of blue skin that Loki had exposed to her and when she was finally done looking she opened her mouth.

"I don't care." She said

"What?" Loki balked, feeling his skin begin to change again

"I don't care what you are. Tomorrow you could show me you're actually a dragon with wings the size of me and I'd still stay by your side. What matters to me is that you're Loki. I don't care if you're blue." Astri said finally taking his hands when they had gone back to normal.

"Why?" He asked, closing his eyes and savoring how his hands felt in his.

"Because you're important to me," Astri said pressing her forehead to his "No one knows me like you do, and no one ever will."

No spoilers to the finale but I have never felt more devastated yet fufilled by a Marvel project ever. I don't think I've been this distressed since I watched Infinity War and had to watch Loki die and then 2 hrs later watch Peter "die" in Tony's arms.

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ravenloop · 1 year

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-In Time-

Pairing: Yandere!Heimdall X Female!reader

Request (in summary [requested by @oyasumimosura]): Reader is the daughter of Kratos and sister of Atreus. She goes to Asgard with Atreus and is very protective of him. While she's there, she catches the eyes of Heimdall and finds out his feelings for her are far more deeper and darker than she thought. (So sorry this took so long! Also was worried about making Heimdall too OOC so I changed it a bit, hope you don't mind :))

Warnings: Just normal Yandere stuff, Heimdall being creepy and possessive (more towards the end), bit of swearing, some violence.

AN: YALL IM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN SO LONG 😭 I was busy and honestly didn't even know how long I didn't post in :') so have this request! Trying to clear out my inbox lol. I hope y'all like it cause I Def stressed trying to make it good sjnsj enjoy <3

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There was something so creepy about him.

The way he looked at you. Stared at you. He didn't even think about looking away when your gazes crossed. It was like he wanted things to be awkward between you both.

Not like you wanted any sort of relationship with Heimdall, but it would be nice if he tried to be a little hospitable, would be far better than whatever he was currently doing. Which was—not so shockingly—staring.

You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to act like you couldn't see him. Though, by now he probably read your mind and knew how you felt. Maybe that's why he kept doing it, he wanted you to feel extremely unwelcomed.

It wasn't like you wanted to come to Asgard in the first place. Your brother, Atreus, did. After a very heated argument back at Sindri's tree home, he ran off and sought out Asgard in spite. Of course he wasn't happy when you tracked him down, your father wouldn't be happy either—considering you went without his permission.

All you wanted was for Atreus to be safe. You'll be damned if you let your little brother get hurt by a bunch of piss-faced gods who think they're above everyone else.

With a sigh, you turned and walked away from the open area where Heimdall and a few other Aesir stood. Still, you could feel those eyes piercing through you like a spear.

"He's a weirdo, right?" You jolted, not expecting someone to talk to you. Turning towards the voice, you noticed Thor's daughter, "Um..."

She snorted at your awkward demeanor, "Relax. Everyone here thinks Heimdall is a jerk." You chuckled slightly at that, at least you knew you weren't alone.

"Im... glad to hear. Thrúd, is it?" She nodded. You've seen her talking to Atreus before leaving back at the lodge. Maybe she didn't have enough time to talk to you then, so she's doing it now. That or her parents didn't want her to.

"And you're Loki's sister, Huh?" She put her hand out, "Nice to meet ya!" Slowly you reached out and grabbed her hand, she shook it roughly. Seems like she's excited.

"He's told me a lot about you. Must be fun having a big sister. I've only had brothers." Oh, right. You remember her brothers, Magni and Modi—the ones father killed.

"Right." Suddenly the situation turned awkward.

"Always have to make newcomers feel threatened or uncomfortable, do you?" A hand landed on your shoulder, making you flinch and turn.

It was Heimdall again.

Good gods, how long was he standing there—was he watching you the entire time?!

This time he wasn't looking at you though, he was staring at Thrúd. She stared back, a frown on her face, "I don't always make people uncomfortable. Right?" She looked at you, making Heimdall do the same.

Both pair of eyes pinned you to your spot. Licking your teeth, you responded, "No, I don't think you do." This was literally your first time talking to her so you didn't know if what you said was even true. Hopefully it was.

Heimdall rolled his eyes, "Lies. Lies. But I will leave you to be her personal toy if that's what you'd like. Nine realms know she hasn't made a single friend since being pushed out." Stepping back, he bowed mockingly before walking off with a laugh. But you didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on you a little longer.

Thrúd scowl, "Don't worry about him. He's just being an ass as always. It's nothing new." You nodded. That was strangely relieving. Maybe he'd soon realise you weren't worth it and would leave you alone. Maybe.

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He didn't stop.

Those purple eyes never left your form. They tracked your everywhere. It felt like not even walls could stop him, like he'd just burn holes through them.

Even now, as people talked and murmured amongst themselves in the dining hall, he didn't focus on them. He only focused on one person. You.

The only reason you were even there was because Atreus was. It was late, the moon was high, and he had only just gotten back from a mission Odin sent him on a few minutes ago. It frustrated you how much Odin kept you and your brother separate, and Atreus was too oblivious to notice it.

I need to speak to him privately. We can't stay here any longer, You thought, staring at Atreus as he munched on a piece of bread. It was probably cold.

Opening your mouth, you were about to call his name, but he cut you off by yawning. "I think that mission tired me..." He laughed sheepishly, rubbing his neck, "I'm gonna go sleep."

Atreus stood quickly, moving to leave the hall. "Wait-" You grabbed his shoulder, making him turn, "Atreus, I need to speak to you... In private."

He stared at you. His eyes swiftly glanced over your shoulder before returning to you, "Could... It wait until morning? I'm really tired..." Your brows furrowed. Why was he acting like this? "I- alright..." You let go of him, watching as he smiled at you, saying goodnight before disappearing down the stairs.

It bothered you that he clearly knew it was important, yet decided it could wait, but the look in his eyes told you something was off. And the way he looked past you—at what? At who?

Turning around, your eyes scanned the hall. And you noticed one person—one god—who wasn't there. Heimdall.

That bastard.

The large doors of the lodge swayed the tiniest bit, indicating someone just left, forgetting to close them properly maybe.

You weaved past a few servants in your way, not caring about what they whispered to their fellow acquaintances. You shouldered open the door more aggressively than intended, but you didn't care. Right now you had your mind set on confronting a certain Aesir.

It didn't even cross your mind that whoever left the lodge could have just been a random Aesir that likely didn't even know your name. But to your eyes only one person was missing from that room, and you would have noticed if he went down the stairs in the lodge, right?

Just in case, you kept one hand on the dagger attached to your hip. The one your mother gave you, since your father was far more detached from you when you were a child than he was with Atreus.

You shook the thought from your head. Now wasn't the time to reflect on your childhood. Things have changed. For better and for worse.

Slowly, you stalked through a smaller, narrower path connected to a larger one. It made you less likely to be seen by others, and right now you didn't need people being suspicious of you—far more than they already are—you'd add.

"Looking for me? I feel honoured." You turned around, finding Heimdall emerging from a gap between houses. It was just big enough for a person to make themselves comfortable between.

Not wasting any time, you asked, "What did you tell my brother?" You saw his lips turn upwards ever so slightly, but it was hard to make out his expressions when he was standing so far, in the shadows of the houses, caused by the moon's light.

"You caught onto that quick. Though," His arms raised, extending outwards, "I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. You're one of the smarter... Half-giants I've met. I mean it, really!" Could he answer your question any slower?

"I didn't ask if you think I'm smart. I asked you what the hel you told my brother." You saw his eyes roll. They were the only things that the darkness couldn't hide from you. Every second they glowed brightly.

"I only instructed him one thing..." Heimdall moved closer to you, stepping out of the dark and into the moonlight. Instinctively you pulled out your dagger, aiming it at him. He stopped moving, but by the look on his face, you doubted he was intimidated. "...that he stay away from you, or I'd hurt you in ways that he'd never imagine possible."

That didn't scare you, it may have you feeling a bit uneasy, but not scared. "Is that what you're here to do now? Hurt me?" "No. Something quite the opposite, actually. That is... If you comply." The hand holding your weapon to him didn't falter, not even as he took a step closer.

"You don't scare me, Heimdall." He took another step closer, you stood your ground, "That's exactly what draws me to you."

You scoffed, "My lack of fear for you?"

"That and the lack of consideration you put behind your actions. I mean, how many other people would put a weapon between themselves and I?" The tone of his voice grew more playful, as if the current situation didn't stress him, "When they know damn well it cannot stop me." It was clear it did not.

And to you It became increasingly more clear that you were in a secluded area. Hidden from any and all eyes expect Heimdall's. No one was around. No one could help you. No one would hear you.

He led you here. So you were with him and him only.

You gripped your dagger harder, the muscles in your arm straining, your breathing growing heavier when he stepped even closer, "Try anything and I'll kill you." He stared at you, a frown on his face. And you silently regretted saying that when he didn't speak.

It was tense. Quiet. All Heimdall did was stare into your eyes. You didn't dare tear your gaze away from his.

After a moment, he scoffed, before breaking out into laughter. Moonlight bounced off his golden teeth as he continued laughing, making them shine. "Do you..." He calmed himself down, still smiling widely, "Really think... That you can kill me?" He tutted, eyebrows furrowing in a way that made him look like he was staring at you with pity. "Oh, sunshine... That will never, never happen."

You dashed toward him.

As soon as the last syllable rolled off his tongue, you moved forward. The muscles in your arm burned at the movement, but it was a relief. They were finally able to move after being suspended in the air for so long.

You aimed for his throat. Your mission was to kill him. He gripped your wrist, yanking you towards him before throwing you into a nearby building. Your head banged against the wall and you hissed in pain. Weapon long forgotten, lost somewhere on the ground when Heimdall threw you. Everything became blurry and you closed your eyes for a moment.

When you opened them, Heimdall was kneeling in front of you. "Have we learnt our lesson yet?" His head tilted to the side, eyes staring into your half-opened ones.

Clear your mind. The words of your father echoed through your head. Do not let your enemy know your thoughts.

"No." Your left hand reached up to grip his braids, your right hand punching his face.

He stumbled back, groaning, his hand reaching up to his now bleeding face. You took your chance and ran, heading for the lodge. You needed to find Atreus.

The path seemed a lot more confusing on the way back, or maybe it was your racing mind making it seem like that.

You could hear Heimdall's rushing footsteps growing louder and closer. They were far more quiet than yours, but you could still pick up on them.

Finally, you saw the lodge come into view, the lights on it glowing brightly—but there was one thing that worried you.

Heimdall's footsteps stopped.

But yours didn't. Your legs kept moving. They went even faster now. Just as you were in a meter or two of the lodge, a hand gripped your arm, pulling you behind a house and back into the darkness as a hand covered your mouth.

You squirmed in Heimdall's grip, biting, kicking and doing whatever to try and escape.

Your teeth bit deep into his palm and he gritted his own teeth. The hand around your midsection, holding your back to Heimdall's chest, squeezed tight until there was little air in your lungs.

This caused you to stop moving, your head spinning once more. You heard Heimdall 'tsk', "Now now... Is this any way to treat your lover?" He finally released his hand from your mouth, trusting and knowing you wouldn't scream.

"You're a deranged fuck if you think anyone could ever love you," Venom dripped from your words, "Especially... when you do... stupid shit like this..." The little air in your body slowly disappeared with each word.

Heimdall noticed your struggles, and despite your words, he loosened the grip on your waist. You took in large gasps of air while Heimdall began speaking.

"True. Though being loved is a hard thing to do or come across now." His hand on your torso moved further up until it reached your throat. It didn't do anything, it just lingered there. "So sometimes, you just need to do things like this."

"I wonder why it's so hard for you..." He didn't like your tone. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty time to find out. It's not like you're ever leaving."

Your eyes narrowed, staring at the wooden wall in front of you. Before you could speak, Heimdall did, "And you will be staying here, sunshine. Unless you wanted your brother to have a... Painful death."

"Touch him and I'll-" you choked on your words when he squeezed your throat, stopping your breathing again.

"I won't touch him if you agree to what I'm proposing." His hand let go so you could breath, "And we both know you can't defeat me. So your best option would be complying." Not even the slightest bit did you agree to what he wanted you to. You hated him. This only expanded that feeling.

But your brother...

You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he died.

"I'll make your life a living nightmare." It wasn't a yes or a no, as much as you wanted to say the latter.

There was a warm feeling on your neck and you recognized it as Heimdall's breath, "Even better. I love a good challenge. Hard to find one when you're a god of my capabilities."

Everything he said made you want to roll your eyes or curl you lips in anger. The hate you had for him was unmatched. The anger that filled your body when near him made you feel like exploding.

"I hate you."

He chuckled and it sounded like what a snowstorm felt like. Cold.

"I know. But don't worry... in time, you'll learn to love me."

No. No, you definitely would not.

#god of war #god of war ragnarök #god of war x reader #gow #gow x reader #god of war heimdall #heimdall x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere heimdall #yandere heimdall x reader

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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Better Boyfriend

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha has been in love with you for years. The only thing preventing her from being with you is your toxic boyfriend, but she knows she can treat you better.

Word Count: 1,477

TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Abuse

Stark!Reader

Second Person POV:

Arguments between couples are normal, but these were far from the normal couple arguments. He would get mad when food wasn't cooked for him, when you stayed out too late, and especially when you didn't tell him every detail of where you were going.

This would result in verbal and even physical abuse from him. Whether it was calling you lazy, or pulling your hair and slapping you across the face, he would turn around 30 minutes later and tell you how sorry he was and how much he loved you. And you found ways to believe and forgive him because you thought you loved him too.

Your dad, Tony Stark, was skeptical about Hayden. He knew that something was off because you're his daughter and he pays attention to your body language and facial expressions whenever you're around Hayden. But he didn't know the extent of what was happening, so he kept it to himself.

You weren't technically an avenger like your dad, but the team considered you one because you were an inventor like he was, so you spent a lot of time at the compound making contraptions and technology that could benefit the team during missions.

During the time you spent at the compound, you've grown close with the whole team. Clint, Bruce, Thor, and Steve being uncle-figures to you. While Wanda, Natasha, Kate, and Yelena were your best friends. They all thought of you like family and they loved you so much.

Which is why you were currently sitting in the living room, participating in game night with the team to celebrate Kate's first mission as an official avenger.

Your POV:

"Oh come on that's not allowed!" Thor yelled as Peter just 'won' the game.

"You're just jealous that you lost so you don't get to choose the movie for the next movie night." Peter bragged as he relaxed back into the couch with his hands folded behind his head, feeling accomplished.

"We're not jealous, we just don't wanna watch another Star Wars movie for fourth time this month." Kate said as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah no I swear we've seen like every single one at this point." I agreed as everyone laughed.

My phone then started to blow up with notifications as their conversation about Star Wars continued. I flipped my phone over to look at the screen to see who was texting me. It was Hayden.

"Where the hell are you?!"

"You didn't tell me you left Y/N."

"I want you home right fucking now. I did not say that you could leave."

Were only some of the messages he was sending me. I clicked my phone off and turned it back over, trying to ignore the dings hoping that he would eventually stop.

"Wow sounds like someone really wants to talk to you." Wanda said from next to me.

I just gave her a quick small smile and looked down as the notifications kept coming.

"Are you gonna answer them?" she asked.

"I will later, it's probably just one of my friends. They'll be fine." I told her hoping that she'll just let it go.

That was until my phone started ringing, indicating an incoming call. I knew at that point, there was no letting this go. I picked up my phone and walked into a different room as I answered the call from Hayden.

Wanda's POV:

I could see Y/N's face visibly drop when her phone started ringing. She even looked a little nervous as she got up and left the room.

"Hey Nat have you noticed how odd Y/N's been acting recently?" I asked her as she was sitting beside me.

I knew that Natasha liked Y/N more than friend. She has ever since they met almost 4 years ago. So she was heartbroken when Y/N introduced us to her boyfriend. There were times when Natasha would sit in my room late at night ranting to me about her love for her and I would just listen.

"Have I noticed? How has it taken you this long for you to notice?" she responded.

"I mean I've noticed it before, but I thought it was just me. This is the first time I've brought it up to someone." I told her.

"Almost a month after she started dating that douchebag of hers is when it started." she said with certainty.

I'm not surprised that she knows that because for one, she's a former spy. And two, she's been in love with that girl for 4 years, so she pays a lot of attention to her.

"Do you think if we asked her about it she would talk to us?" I asked her.

"Probably not. If it really does have something to do with Hayden, then she won't want to bring us into it." she said and I nodded understandingly.

Just as she finished her sentence, Y/N came back into the room and started reaching for her shoes to put on. Both Natasha and I could tell she was crying even thought she was looking down and trying to wipe the tears away.

"Y/N are you okay? What happened?" Natasha quietly asked her so she didn't draw any attention to us.

She looked at us as she wiped her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine I just have to go. Hayden wants me home." she said.

Nat and I looked at each other knowing that there's more to the story.

"Actually can we talk to you real quick, before you go." I asked her trying to get her to stay and talk to us about what she's going through.

"Guys I really-" she started but Natasha interrupted her.

"Y/N, please." she pleaded.

She looked down at her phone before looking back up at us, nodding her head.

We all stood up and walked into kitchen. Nat placed a comforting hand on Y/N's back, leading the way.

We sat her down in a chair and thought about how to we should approach this for a few seconds.

"Is everything okay. You know, with you and Hayden." Natasha asked her.

"Yeah everything's great." she quietly said with a small smile that we both knew was fake.

"We only ask because we've noticed you've been acting off recently." I added.

"Really guys I-I'm fine. Can I go now. I really need to get home." her voice was wavering and we could tell she was nervous.

"Y/N if you need help you can tell us. Whatever it is we'll help you." I said.

"I don't need help, I need to leave before-" she started, but interrupted herself.

"Before what?" I asked, but she stayed silent like she was trying to come to with something to say, but couldn't.

"Y/N is Hayden hurting you." Natasha asked, tired of beating around the bush and seeing Y/N so unlike herself.

"What?! No, no he would never. I-I mean sure he gets mad sometimes a-and we argue b-but-" she stopped and looked at us knowing that we weren't buying any of it.

"That's a ton of bullshit. I know he hurts you. Y/N, every time you're around him when you're with us you look just flat out scared. And this makeup-" she started as she leaned forward and wiped her thumb under Y/N's eye, smearing the makeup and partially revealing a bruise under her eye.

"I know you might have hid it well from some people but I care about you Y/N, okay. I notice when something wrong and there was no hiding that from me." she told her softly as her voice started to shake like she was about to cry from seeing the girl she loves like this.

Y/N was at a loss for words. We knew she was scared, but we could only help her if she let us.

"Let us help you, let me help you." Natasha pleaded to her.

"I'm fine and I can help myself." she said, holding back tears as she got up to grab her bag and tried to walk out of the door, but Natasha stopped her before she could.

"Y/N wait-" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's arm which made her flinch.

"I- Y/N...You know I would never do that to you-" Natasha told her, speechless yet softly.

"I'm sorry." Y/N said as she turned around to open the door and leave, leaving Nat standing there in shock.

Part 2 coming soon...

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romonova #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha marvel

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tired0artist · 6 months

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Loki S2E3 Spoilers ❗️❗️❗️

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You know, I was thinking about that scene in front of the statues of Baldur, Odin and Thor.

Or more so, about Loki’s reaction to it.

Mobius reminds Loki that he’s one of the Norse Gods. An Asgardian God.

And then we get this somber moment, with the beautiful and sad music (which appears also in season 1 and plays when Loki is reminded of his home).

And in my interpretation, in that moment Loki struggles with his identity once again. I think that he looks out at the statues and thinks about the fact that. He’s not Asgardian. He’s a Frost Giant from Jotunnheim.

Of course he often reminds others, that he’s Asgardian, and Asgard is his home. But I don’t think that Loki fully believes this.

But what he does believe. Is that if he says something a hundred times, it will become true and he’ll believe it.

And so he desperately hopes that it’s true, because he wants to believe it.

Of course he cuts off this line of thinking by making a quick jab at Thor. Acting as all is well and normal.

But the thought lingers, that he wasn’t Asgardian enough to be depicted on that pillar beside his father and brother.

Idk just some post episode thoughts 🤷‍♀️ I enjoyed this episode and I’m happy that the show stays entertaining. In the past with some other marvel shows, by episode 3 or 4, I remember that the plot got dull and the pace slowed. But it seems that Loki won’t have that problem, for now. I am really glad that it’s going so well ❤️

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zombiiegrr · 1 year

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Brooklyn Baby. (๑>◡<๑)

a dbf! bucky x afab! reader.

word count : 3130

honestly everything is the same but Bucky is like healed happy and he more like amazing soldier then winter solder lol and jazz thanos didn’t happen causes it’s not marvel it’s more like real army idk with Tony still bring a billionaire + vision being ‘normal’ like wandavison and wanda acting like that aswell :)

cw: y/n is down so bad, cocky!bucky, slightly toxic! bucky not at first, age gaps (y/n is 21 while bucky is 38), cursing, smut. jealously, secret relationship. mentions of skin tone doesn’t exist here. daddy issues, slight mommy issues idk characters pick up the reader theyre all STRONG ass men so dont think the reader is supposed to be petite or anything!! ALSO there’s mention of recent readers 21 birthday ok I’m a june 3 gemini so… idk… ur birthday but it’s technically going to be hot in the fanfic so summer but I won’t say birthdates

Your mother had you at 17 leading to your father going into the military at 18 leaving you and your mother, fighting for his country meeting friends turning into family including bucky

i've always thought when someone watches someone growup then bangs them is kinda sooooo odd.. so bucky was never really around the reader when she was a kid he was on duty and when he was around the reader was way to nervous to even be downstairs when he was there so its not like that!!!!!!

music i listened to while writing. some song fit ill tell u to play them

new chapter

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“Now landing in New York! enjoy your holiday or welcome home!” The flight attendant says waking you up. You stood gain the feeling back in your legs, got your suitcase from above you wait for the people in front of you to get their items.

Your phone finally gained service flooding in texts from your roommate asking if you got on the flight safe. a bit from your mother telling you to make your dad get you things and more family telling you to have fun and say hi to your father for them. after reading most you finally got to your father's texts telling you his friends were coming to the airport to get you and to be “nice to them”

Just great. You loved your dads' friends the only thing was you had a crush on about every one of them realizing how attractive they are when you hit puberty making you shy around them leading to them thinking you dislike them. It had been 8 years since you left to California to live with your mother for school/the social life (Californian here!) Visiting during summers, Christmas, Thanksgivings and or your father's birthday. After 18 you choose spending summers and most holidays with your father and mother sometimes coming with.

Your fathers' main friends. Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, San Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James Rhodes. James “Bucky” Barnes, & Scott Lang. Your father had a lot of friends from all over and They were all handsome, but Bucky was breathtaking. You hadn’t seen him in 8 years well you seen him but hadn't even had a full convo you would avoid him like the plague being so embarrassed of the things you talked about with your friends when they pointed him out in family vacation photos.

You finally fully got off the plane moving quicky not wanting to be late and make them wait outside as you arrive outside blinded by the brightness of the sun as you wait for your eyes to adjust. As you finally get the hang of the brightness you hear some walking fast behind you “NO WAY SAME AIRPORT!?” Scott says as he walks over holding cassies hand as she waves aggressively with her other hand you smile wide knowing Scott lived above you in California , San Francisco. So it made sense landing in the same airport.

A car horn makes you all look over quickly seeing an Chrysler 300 with a metal arm out the window meeting the glasses of a guy smirking at you and before you could react someone busts open the back door making your face light up realizing who it was.

“DOUNTTTTT!!!!!” Clint screamed getting looks from other people there as you ran to him aswell

“HAWKEYE!!!” Clint had earned the name hawkeye when he had been the only one approved to use a bow and arrow with guns on the field and according to your dad he moved and had the eyes of a hawk giving him the nickname “Hawkeye” which you loved as a child still using now when he called to check on you helping you during fails and letting you stay with his family during fights with your mom.

"Geez you look all different kid had to make sure it was you." Clint says as he hugged you tightly giving you a kiss on the forehead while taking your suitcase in the other arm.

"Is that really you superstar you got taller or is something else different?" A kind smile meets your eyes as Sam reaches over the driver's seat "Well, I'm 21 now! last time you seen me I was like what 17?" Clint nods his head as he puts your suitcase in the back of the car.

“WHATS UP TINY” Sam says as he gets out the car to run and hug Cassie earning a giggle from Cassie as he lifts her up “oh you brought your father” sam jokes as he puts her down “Yeah ok Sam it’s great to see you to” Scott laughs as he hugs him and Clint

"Hello ladybug" Bucky says removing his glasses. he called you ladybug when he came home from duty to you welcoming him home with your dad in a ladybug outfit and when you dyed your hair red and black and always wore black and white. You liked ladybugs and liked that the few times you spoken; he had called you one.

"James-" he laughed slightly at your formality reminding you that bucky was fine making your stomach fluttery at the eye contact "Almost drove past you bug. You look beautiful you father talks about you like you're still a kid hiding from us on the stairs. But then I seen Scott your a lifesaver Scott " Bucky eyes you making you feel small under his gaze.

"Woah lay off the charm handsome" Scott laughs out loud not causing Bucky to break eye contact just smirk a bit more.

You get in the car begging bucky to drive you home fast He laughs and jokes about how insane Californians are with driving. OfCourse the two in the car start agreeing and shit talking Californians. You laugh seeing as you were literally in NEW YORK and so were they. and in an argument between the worst driving between New York and Cali? New York takes the cake or at least in your opinion.

you see scott putting his stuff in the back and you asking if Scott and Cassie were getting a ride then you got confirmation that Scott was invited by your father and you would be going to the same place!

the car ride was a bit quiet besides humming from you or clint. Many questions from Cassie before she passed out knocked out after 5 minutes. Bucky did ask about school, housing, and asked how your mom was doing. You answered all happily just happy to talk to anyone other then your roommate or your mom. Sam starts to ask the ‘good’ questions asking if you had had a drink yet since you had (recently) turned 21 extremely quietly looking over at Cassie You answered half ass knowing you truthfully had only had a few cocktails and maybe a beer while at a party only enough to get tipsy nothing getting you drunk.

You Start to pull up to the house watching your father standing outside with Tony talking about something noticing us pulling in.

“OH YOUR HOME” you father says LOUDLY gaining a very blank stare from Tony covering his ear rolling his eyes. He parks and you run out to hug your father being too broke to see him but not wanting to ask others to pay for a ticket you hugged him for a while before tony ask how long it’s been since you had seen each other.

“6 Months. Longest time since I was on duty.” You father answers gaining a frown from you. “College payment. I went broke and tried working overtime but my car-“your father cut you off with another hug reminding you that you’re here now daddy issue go crazy.

It had taken a while to repair the relationship with your father dealing with the damage of what he did and how his cheating broke up your family and how he ‘parented you’ due to his own issues and ‘shell shock’ from the years at service you could recognize he was trying so hard to change and heal.

“not to ruin the moment but I have a surprise or well we have a surprise let’s go inside” you dad says as you watch Clint grab your bag so you start walking in with your dad.

Steve, and Rhodes were talking in the kitchen looking over and noticing you. “Hell kid you sure grew up” Steve walks over giving you a big hug seen as those are common today sorry if you hate hugs Rhodes behind also giving you a hug.

“Ok give me the floor please lady’s and gentlemen. I and Darren have decided to force all of you to go on a family trip with us and before any of you say shit like ‘work’ or ‘kids’ or whatever I will slap you i cleared everything for you guys cause I’m me. But yeah kids are coming with causes it a damn huge lake house” Tony says as he pulls his laptop out to pull up the lake house Information.

“We and I mean WE ALL will be staying at Twin Oaks At The Chapin Estate for the summer because I own that place and it sits there collecting dust. HEY, Clint your kids they will have a room with bunk beds and Scott you okay with Cassie bunking them and Morgan?” Scott said it was perfectly fine with him if It was okay with Cassie who was nodding. Tony continued “it’s me and pepper of course Darren already claimed his room Nat and banner are gonna visit but not stay, Vision, Wanda, their kids and Thor will be staying in a place that they decided to rent like a seven-minute walk away from away from us so that’s cool. So that’s three more rooms any takers?

Everyone was kind of collecting information. You were overjoyed about going out to the lake and the family restaurants in that area. Sam said that he was fine with a couch and really didn’t need a room which a few people without rooms started to agree with.

As everyone started talking about rooms and stays and everything else your mind starts to wander to Bucky and the thought you and him staying in the same place overnight although you did feel a bit silly getting so excited over that. You didn’t even realize he was sitting right in front of you at the table smiling at you making you feel warm you stupidly thought if he could hear your thoughts. You thought about asking your dad to put you both in the same room cringing at the look your father would give you.

“hey ladybug” bucky whispers making you look at him making eye contact for the first time in a bit. “Hm?” You ask trying not to express any nervousness especially not around everyone else and especially not in front of him. “excited? I haven’t been on a trip in forever even if we’re staying in New York that place is expensive knowing Tony” you agreed saying you were excited just nervous about getting bored or homesick he laughed a bit and reminded you he won’t let you get bored locking eye contact feeling his knee slightly hit yours before he his smirk slightly grew.

“Okay final decision. Me and pepper, Clint and Laura, The kids, Darren, y/n, Rhodes, and Steve. And for some reason the rest of you prefer the couches? I dont know but I don’t care it’s figured out. Also shit I told the kids I’m sponsoring that he can bring his friends out to the lake and the pool and the gym and all that they aren’t staying but heads up.”

“Parker?” Darren asks. Tony nodded his head as he closed his computer. Everyone looked happy and it make you happy. Bucky would be using a couch which seemed like something he would do but being honest he’ll probably share a room with Steve falling asleep on the couch in Steve’s room of choice. You were fine with him sneaking in your room though

When the thought came to your head your looked at him right away giggling and squeezing your legs together like a teenager everyone looked at your confused and you father asked what was so funny backed up by bucky wondering as-well you laughed again apologizing and changing the subject saying you would be going shopping to pack for the trip backed up by Scott asking if you would be so kind to pick up a bathing suit for Cassie which you agreed

“Do you even remember where everything is?” Bucky teased. Why was he being so flirty? Were you being delusional?? Were you misinterpreting everything? Was he flirting or just hot and talking .

“yeah. Wanna go with just incase I forgot?” Smoothhhh you thought to yourself begging that no one else will invite themselves attempting to keep his invitation quiet.

“Don’t mind if I do. I have the ugliest swim trunks so I have to get new ones hun” he replied getting up saying he would get his keys

Everyone else said it would be smart to go Home and pack or something all deciding to meet up here again the next morning at 7am to start the drive over seeing as it would take a few hours did my research frfr

about 30 minutes later! (>ω^)

“sooo adult Life? How do you like it? I asked this before but in a car full of people and a kid so is it the same answer?” Bucky asked as walked around the clothing store you laughed knowing you did change your answer cause of the people in the car

“It’s shit. My mom forgets I’m a adult and cussed me out because i went to “way to many parties in one week” and posted “things” when I knew people from church view my story so she took my car which caused me to spend everything on a new one which is why I couldn’t pay to come out here” you could feel the words pouring out of you and Bucky was an amazing listener he followed every word you spoke feeling and reading you emotions and you could tell that made your heart pound.

“Man im sorry kid. Why didn’t you reach out? Dumb question I know it can be hard but your ‘uncle’ is a billionaire he would have happily got you a ticket to visit and your dad missed you like crazy he would have definitely helped.”

you frowned again. “oh no ladybug I didn’t mean like you did something wrong I’m just saying we’re here for you. We care and if you ever need to come out here for anything we will happily help. excuse me I’m not the best with words”

“you’re great. thank you bucky.” you said as you hugged his arm he pulled you away a bit which made you confused but then he gave you a full hug in the middle of the store which made you laugh in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him go. He smelt so good and covered so much of you he held on to you so tightly and easy it make you shake.

“Woah you're shaking to hard of a hug. Sorry kid” you held on before he could let go and reassured him that you were fine and just a bit touch starved, he let out an attractive laugh whispering take all the time you need. You could feel the change in your panties as you grew wetter in his hold as he whispered asking If you were alright. Making you hold him tighting nodding you head.

You finally let go shaking embarrassed that you were this into a hug for crying out loud. You locked eye contact he was smirkingly as usual looking down at your basket asking if you got everything you needed you nodded asking if he did Aswell seeing as he had nothing.

“Oh no sweetheart I just wanted a excuse to come with” you genuinely felt like you had a flood in your panties you felt so shameless for getting so wet over that over everything he did or said you nodded and smiled at him walking away before you did something stupid.

While in line Bucky was clearly eyeing your basket. The underwear the bikini THE everything or maybe he was just looking over? Unless he asked “isn't that a bit small?” pointing at the bikini “your daddy isn't gonna like that”

“I don’t care what daddy thinks or says I want the bikini”

for once Bucky looked surprised or well for a few seconds before he had a different look on his face he looked so good like he liked whatever I said I didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you’re sure it had something with saying daddy.

“Move in line y/n” once again whispering in your ear you did once again feeling that pulse in your panties. If he whispered in your ear one more time you were gonna-

“You total is $226.88 cash credit? Debit? Or Apple Pay” The cashier snapped you out of it with that total as you were so confused how you got that much stuff for a 1-and-a-half-month trip. Before you could think Bucky puts his Card in being way to buff for you to cross over and cancel you just stood there saying nonooooooooo i GOT it when you definitely didn’t have it but Bucky did. Tony slipped him a card

He grabbed your bags grabbing your hand aswell leading you out saying let’s go.

“Bucky that was a lot of money.” He ignores you as you both get back into the car as you keep repeating that he didn’t need to and that you needed to look at everything to see if it was even worth it and he still wasnt repling until he did.

“Y/n i GOT it. Please kid don’t worry about me we’re gonna have so much fun and spend a lot of time together if thats alright with you and if you would stop stressing about some money right now we could start having fun right sweetheart? Thank you.” He said calmly just sternly making me sit back into lt seat

“Atta girl thank you” you almost whimpered outloud he was very leading and it made you weak he probably knew so much things you don’t you want him to teach you

“hellllllllo you’re Home ladybug” you look around seeing that youre in your driveway and start to freak out nervous to ask for his number. “Thank you so much. Is there anyway we could talk? Instagram? Number? Email? Sorry that’s silly.“ you were mixing all of your words up again. he nodded and took his phone out handing his phone to you as you put you phone number in you felt his eyes on you.

“Thank you i was going to ask someone for you number but easy if you did First” you GOT nervous at THE idea that he fought of you.

“good night Bucky don’t forget tomorrow” You said as you got your bags and got out the card.

“Oh i wouldn’t miss it for the world ladybug” he said as he watching you making sure you got into the house safely

until next time sweetheart.

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I hope you guys liked this!!! took so long im so sorry plz plz let me know how you guy liked it also Lmk for tag list this is a series.

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 22

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So, recently this fic hasn't had much interaction, and I'm not sure why. One of you told me that it can be buggy and hard to reach, so I'm sorry abt that but if you ever wonder abt updates, I'm gonna start up dating every saturday. Just go to my masterlist, then to the afd masterlist and to the new chapter. Hopefully you're all able to find it now. This will be the last time I post the taglist because it hasn't been working well.

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Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

Thor exited the Bifrost, carrying you in his arms. He nodded a quick thank you to Heimdall before swinging his hammer. He held you tightly as he flew toward the palace, mind only focused on one thing: getting you help.

Back on Earth, there hadn't been a chance for your survival; not with the amount of blood that had escaped you already. Steve had said it himself that there was nobody close enough to help you, not in the amount of time you had left. So Thor had grabbed you up in his arms, hardly caring if the rest of them wanted an explanation because it was getting increasingly obvious that you didn't have time for that and he'd left the quinjet, calling out for Heimdall.

As he arrived at the palace, he called out for help, setting you down in the infirmary and watching as the medical attendants glanced at him wide-eyed before focusing on the young woman bleeding out on the cot.

"Is she human?" One of the healers asked him.

"Yes." Thor nodded. "You must help her."

Normally, they'd ask questions about why the human was even there, but they'd all heard about how the thunder god fondly looked upon the mortals. They got to work with new fervor, knowing of the fragility of humans.

On of the healers looked at Thor. "We need to focus. Take your leave."

Thor didn't want to leave, but he didn't want to be the reason you ended up dying even more so he left the room, pacing the hallway outside. He didn't understand the quarrel between the Man of Iron and the Captain, but he didn't like it. Normally he could get behind a healthy brawl between friends, but he didn't like that you'd been caught in between and ended up hurt.

No, he didn't like it all.

He cared about you, after all, and because of that, he paced that hallway until the medical attendants told him it was okay to come in three hours later.

When he entered the room, the medical attendants were still bustling around but seemed much less apprehensive than before. Everything seemed much less frantic, none of the healers looking especially worried, most seeming faintly relieved.

Thor looked at you.

You were still unconscious, tired body recovering from the ordeal it had been through. Your injuries had been closed and the healers assured Thor that you were going to be fine. You looked peaceful, face not scrunched up in stress or pain for the first time since he’d gone back to Earth.

Your stress…it was all because the Captain and the Man of Iron were fighting.

You had gotten caught in between them and almost killed…but he knew that both of the men cared for you. He saw the way the Metal Man acted as a father to you and how panicked the Captain had been when you were hurt.

They both deserved to know that you were alright.

With that thought, he left the room, squeezing your hand softly before he’d gone on his way back to Earth.

There they were; Loki dead on the floor, face blue; Gamora, body broken and disfigured; and Tony, face scabbed and bloody, his body absorbing too much power.

You fell to your knees, trying to scream at them to wake up, to be okay, but no sound escaped your raw lips.

"This is your fault." Peter appeared, a scowl so angry on his face, you had a hard time believing it was the same person as before.

No...no, this wasn't your fault...

But you knew.

You didn't change the future.

They all died because you were too weak.

Your eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp escaping your parted lips while you bolted up, your body aching. Your eyes felt crusty and you could feel the way the dried tear streaks left your cheeks. You rubbed your eyes, trying to make yourself feel better. You felt a slight sting at the movements of your arms and looked down.

What were you wearing?

If you didn't know any better, you'd think it was a hospital gown, but there was no way in hell that hospital gowns were this comfy. You were left perplexed as you looked around, before your eyes landed on the only other person in the room.

"Thor?" you asked. "Where are we?..."

Even as you asked the question, you began to realize exactly where you were.

The comfy clothes, golden walls, and the god sitting in the room....you were on-

"Asgard." Thor's deep voice broke you out of your thoughts, only confirming what you suspected. "You were talking in your sleep."

You missed his word, too incredulous at the situation, thoughts scrambled, mind blown, and feeling a slight itch on your nose.

The calmness of your demeanor was due to the fact that you were in disbelief at your circumstances. First, you'd got transported into the MCU, then you'd met all your heroes, then you'd been in an explosion, then you flew on Mjolnir, then you got stabbed-

Ohhhhh, that's right.

You got stabbed.

You scratched your nose. "Why am I here?"

That question seemed to set Thor off. "Because you are an idiot! An absolute imbecile!" You blinked, he continued. "Do humans have no sense of self-preservation?! Do all of you simply run around getting stabbed for your acquaintances?! Is there not a speck of intelligence in that dull mind?!"

"Huh," you muttered, the situation finally making sense. A grin grew on your face. "Were you worried about me, Loki?"

“Where is she?” Tony demanded, storming up to the super-soldier who he used to respect—albeit reluctantly—but still, there was no speck of the former good feelings toward one another.

Steve set foot on the Tarmac, exiting the quinjet with the rest of the individuals who had accompanied him to the Hydra base. His face didn’t hold the same anger as Tony’s; instead, he was downtrodden—face twisted in guilt.

Steve may not have had the same anger as Tony, but Natasha certainly did. Of course, she remained nonchalant on the outside, but her eyes blazed with enough burning fury that anyone unlucky enough to be caught under the full force of her gaze would’ve immediately been incinerated.

A different voice cut through the air—much younger, but no less demanding.

”Where is (y/n)?” Peter’s voice was far more forceful than his usual happiness.

”Thor has her,” Steve answered. “He took her to Asgard to get treated. It was the only way she had a chance.”

”How could you let this happen to her? She’s not an Avenger—she didn’t sign up for the danger of being one.” Peter knew how much you adored everyone on the team and he knew that you would be over the moon if they offered you a spot as an Avenger, but you weren’t an Avenger—not right now, and not ever if you ended up getting killed.

“Because he’s reckless,” Tony said with a scoff. He approached the light haired super soldier. “This is on you. If she dies, it’s on you.”

Steve wanted to retort but what would he say? That you had joined them of your own free will and you made the decisions that led you here? If it was almost anybody else, maybe he could believe that, but with you, he knew he should’ve sent you back again. You weren’t trained. You didn’t have the same experience as everyone else on the team. He shouldn’t have let you accompany them to a place he knew had a high chance of danger and confrontation.

A beam of many-colored lights interrupted the tense interaction, a familiar god appearing.

”Lady (y/n) has been treated, she is okay.”

"As if! I could not be concerned about-" Loki stopped, realizing his mistake. "How'd you know?"

"Well, to put it frankly, you suck at acting."

He looked affronted, shifting back to his normal self. "I will have you know I am extraordinary at acting! I've faked my death multiple times!"

You just blinked, unimpressed. "Okay, whatever you need to tell yourself. Speaking of faking your death, Thor doesn't know you're alive, does he?"

Loki sputtered. "As if I'd let that oaf know-"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "I know you're in denial about pretty much all your feelings but like- stop insulting your brother. He genuinely loves and admires you despite your tendency to act like a drama-kid in sixth grade. Not many people have that kind of devotion."

"What do you know?" Loki hissed, making it obvious you hit a sore point. "You're just another one of his little fans who doesn't have the capacity to look any deeper than his appearance."

Your entire body ached and you'd dealt with constant stress for the last couple weeks. Who cared if this was one of the many characters you'd simped for over the years, you were tired and fed up with watching your words.

"Of course I'm a fan of his!" You threw your arms up. "But it's not because he's muscular or good-looking or any shit like that; it's because of how much he cares about the people around him and how no matter what horrible shit happens, he still remains all sunny and has faith in people." Too tired of always watching your words, you made a mistake. "Hell, he even admitted to you that he looks up to you!"

"When?! That fool is too caught up in his empty head to think of anyone else-"

You were too caught up in the argument to restrain yourself from saying the words that would reveal too much. "When you're on Sakaar! How do you not remember?"

Loki looked at you, green eyes more intense than you'd ever seen before. "Neither I or my brother have ever been on that garbage of a planet."

Every muscle in your body tensed.

There was no way to cover what you'd just said.

He already had his suspicions, there was no way in hell that he'd believe any lie you told him and to be frank, you couldn't think of a single lie that would cover your slip-up. You'd been playing with fire since the moment you arrived here when you decided not to tell anyone about what had happened and you'd gotten a little too careless being that close to the flame.

“Lady (y/n), you are awake!” A joyful voice thundered, making you and Loki look to the open doorway.

Thor was grinning—well, until he saw Loki.

#mcu #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #tony stark #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #peter parker x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #any fan’s dream

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halfagone · 7 months

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That was a hilarious response! So how do you think the Avengers would refer if they found out about Phantom’s power set and the villains he’s been able to defeat in the past?

I know I usually have superhero teams act surprised and shocked when Danny reveals the truth or shows off some of his powers. But I think a funnier option for this already crackish storyline would be for the Avengers to just... accept it. Danny does something incredible, and they just stand there and nod along like, "Yes, this makes sense."

It would be even more hilarious if they're relieved. They've been so worried about this civilian kid for all this time that now that it's revealed Danny actually has experience and powers that can protect him, it takes a load off their chest. Obviously a number of them would be Concerned about the implications later on; Clint and Scott both have kids, Steve and/or Bucky would probably be concerned about another lab experiment situation, Tony would be appalled by what led Danny to getting powers in the first place.

It would be interesting if Wanda and Quicksilver (he's alive because I SAID SO) actually bonded with Danny over it. I think Thor would definitely want to swap tales of great adventure and cunning with Danny. Again, totally normal behavior for human adolescents, as far as he's concerned.

Just a little more humor for an already goofy AU XDD

#halfagone's fics #worthy au

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popcorn1989 · 1 year

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Uhtred x reader for your prompt list with 21 please?

Notes: Priests so many priests..... and I laughed at my own story while writing it. I'm going to hell.

Pairing: Uhtred x Reader

Warning: Nothing, Nah, maybe sex content, but nothing written out

Summary: Where is the priest called Albert? You and Uhtred set off and soon find him, but Uhtred is more surprised by you than by the priests.

"So this is the village?" asked Uhtred standing next to you, your horses tied to a tree behind you. "Village?" you asked in surprise, looking down at the farm, which was more like it for you. There wasn't much here, a small chapel, two larger houses and four small ones.

There was a stable next to the chapel and you saw a granary. But that's all there was. "Well, if you say so" You looked at him, "So shall we? Albert is supposed to be there, and only he knows where the princess is."

Uhtred's face contorted "When I see it like this, it makes me sick to go down there" You knew exactly what he meant, again you let your eyes wander over the people. There were only priests, monks, novices and everything male, in short, the village was as Christian as those left behind by King Alfred.

"Let's just get this over with" you said and were about to walk down the hill when Uhtred grabbed you by the arm, "You know I go through a lot, Honey, I love you. But this…" he nodded towards the village"…is a bit too…"

"A bit too Christian?" he nodded, his face twisted again. "We just have to ask if Albert is there … And then we'll talk to him and go" You reasoned that if two half Danes came to this village, the priests would start reciting prayers to you. "Hide Thor's hammer" he did as you said and also hid your amulet under your shirt.

"Or should I have asked Finan or Osferth, darling?" he raised his eyebrow, he hated it when you were alone with those two, he even told Osferth if he touched you again he would be missing a few fingers, it was a joke wasn't it?

"I'll be fine" he said looking at the horses "We'll leave them here" the walk down the hill was still the easy part of it all, but as you got closer to the village a happy looking priest was already coming towards you "Praise God" he just spoke and kept walking. Astonished, you look after him, but you don't lose any more thought about it as you pass the first house.

For what you saw did disturb you a little, a priest opened the small door and had to bend down to get in, the novice laughed and slapped the frontman on the buttocks. You stopped abruptly "Did you see that?" you asked Uhtred, but he had just looked to the other side "I was about to ask you the same thing" when he turned to you.

Even after asking, he did not tell you what he had seen. But it must have left him speechless. You shrugged your shoulders, everything normal here, you thought and tried not to let yourself be distracted from your mission, but Uhtred was the complete opposite.

"I wonder…" he said as he pointed to two novices standing so close to each other as if they were about to pounce on each other, but nothing more came out of him. "They're having a feast," was all you replied, and Uhtred looked at you in wonder. Everything is normal here.

A priest had just come out of the chapel, holding his clothes wide over his legs. "Priest?" you actually wanted to ask him about Albert, because most of the priests were "busy" but he ran past you.

"Forgot something, praise the Lord and repent" he just shouted, you looked towards the chapel, if the priests were gathering there, maybe Albert was in there.

"Well, I'm telling you, something's going on here" Uhtred said, walking so close now that you almost had trouble walking properly. "You're not usually like this, they're priests, everything's normal here" you shrugged again as you stopped at the chapel with the uncertain Uhtred.

In front of the chapel was a priest, unlike the others, dressed all in black, his nose so high that he could hardly see you, but he saw you. He began to cough, acted, and you could see that immediately.

"We are looking for a priest called Albert," you said, Uhtred next to you was very quiet and had his eyes on the stable. "Albert? No, no, I don't know that name," the priest said in a pointed voice, but he looked nervous. "We know from King Alfred that he is here. He said, you meet here for prayers and to do penance".

The priest nodded quickly "He is a good king" was all he said, beside you Uhtred began to pat you on the shoulders. But you did not respond to him "Then send for Albert or I will ram the door down" You saw the priest think and swallow hard.

Beside you, Uhtred kept patting your shoulder until he got fed up and grabbed you by both shoulders and turned in the direction he was looking.

You actually wanted to say something to the priest, but you were speechless at the sight of the two priests who were in the stable next to a horse, one above the other and intertwined, doing something that you could never imagine. They were priests!

You gaped at the priest in front of the chapel, who was beginning to sweat. You try to catch yourself quickly, and you did it extremely well. "If you don't let us in and bring us to Albert, I'll tell the king what you're really doing here." The priest wiped his wet forehead.

After waiting, slowly he nodded and opened the door, he invited you inside. From within came Lust screams and - God I repent-cries… Uhtred grabbed your arm and brought his face so close, you felt his breath on your cheek, "You know I love you and we both already have seen and experienced a lot…." he looked at the door.

"Do you really want to go in there?"

You nodded, of course you wanted that, that's exactly why you came and to find the princess, who liked to run away, this was your only option, because Albert had helped her and knew where she was.

You looked at your loved one with wide eyes and nodded. "And you're coming with me!" you said, taking his arm and pulling him with you. It was hot in the chapel, you were a little surprised because there were hardly any candles. You block out everything you saw.

A priest being slapped on the bare bum by another with a riding crop and moaning in lust, a priest on his knees in front of another doing him a favor while the other moaning read him the Bible, a novice lying at the table, naked, and surrounded by other men and a number of other scenes that you didn't see or fade out, Albert was important.

Uhtred, on the other hand, looked from side to side, wide-eyed, whenever he stopped you dragged him with you. His breath caught when he saw a priest hanging on the cross and being sprinkled with candle wax by a priest.

And then you finally stood in front of Albert. To your surprise, he was tied together with several ropes, his best piece was already red from the ropes and was whipped by a novice.

No one saw you or noticed you but Albert, who now looked at you both with a twisted face. "Where's the princess?" you asked confidently, as if what was going on here was normal.

The priest swallowed, ordered the novice to stop. It took him so long that you lose patience "Tell me immediately where the princess is, Alfred wants her to come home" at the king's name the man became different "Ehm … in Sussex" you nodded

"That was easy ... keep going," you said to the Priest, Uhtred was quiet the whole time, probably blinded by the impressions. "Give my regards to my king and tell him I'm praying for him" you knew what he meant, he didn't want any of this to get in the ears of the king "I will" you said, because everything was normal here.

Confused, Uhtred followed you outside "Ehm" he cleared his throat "I've seen a lot, but that….." you turn to him and said "Everything's normal here, I don't know what you mean"

He gave you that look that said you couldn't mean it. But it was only with the horses that he found his language again. "I don't know what I find more frightening, the priests, or that you are so, so good at handling this situation…I mean…"

You started laughing, "Have you seen the priest on the cross?" at first he was amazed, but then he laughed with you.

#uhtred imagine #dialouge prompts #the last kingdom fandom #the last kingdom #uhtred x reader

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teenageheartthrob · 2 years

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I'm in Deep with This Girl (Bruce Banner x Reader)

Category: Fluff, tiny bit of angst

Ship: Bruce Banner x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Mention of attempted suicide (Bruce)

Summary: Bruce recalls how you met and got to where you are today.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: My baby boy Bruce does not get enough love and it makes me sad, he's one of my favourites in the MCU :( So I wrote something for him

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Bruce Banner had only three or four defining moments in his life that made him feel like he wasn’t himself, wasn’t a coward. That’s how he used to define himself- cowardly. A man much more likely to choose flight than fight. In his very scientific opinion, he would’ve been a much better person if he had of been born as someone other than himself.

As such, there has been many times when the doctor felt he wasn’t in control of his own life, not least because he had two consciousnesses occupying his mind, body and soul.

In Bruce’s mind, any time he wasn’t acting like himself, it was a good thing, except, of course, for the times Hulk felt mass destruction was in order. For the first few decades of his life, he was fully supportive of this philosophy. Little did he know, all it would take to begin to crumble this fragile mentality was a few short weeks with an unlikely source of happiness for the man.

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The day Bruce finally decided to stick that damn gun down his throat rather than just staring at it, he was comforted by the thought that he would be doing…it, his way- not through Hulk’s recklessness or someone else’s means. Of course when Hulk spit Banner’s bullet straight back out, Bruce resigned himself to living a sub-standard life. One devoid of any real joy or passion, save for his work.

He knew the day Hulk first appeared in his life, he would never find love again. Not that he had really found requited love before. In high school, being the nerdy kid got him into more trouble than it was worth. Of course now he is successful and his bullies are struggling with their 9-5, minimum wage lives.

Bruce found himself laughing quietly over this thought as he, Thor and Scott walked down the streets surrounding Stark Tower. Scott, as per usual, was hungry and for the past week, had been trying desperately to convince anyone that would listen, to try a new Japanese restaurant that opened up nearby with him. The Asgardian god was intrigued by the promise of raw fish and a drink that Scott had assured him rivalled the quality of Asgardian mead.

Thor would later find out Scott Lang was simply a light-weight due to his constantly changing metabolism. This was a heartbreak the God of Thunder would not soon recover from.

It was a brisk morning in New York City when Bruce had overheard this conversation and decided he could use some air.

This was how he found himself walking the same route he did most days. Despite living in a tower with unlimited technology, one of the simple pleasures in Bruce’s day was a short walk to get coffee from his favourite hole-in-the-wall cafe. It made him feel normal, like he wasn’t sticking out like a big green thumb.

In order to reach the quaint location, Bruce had to pass by an establishment by the name of Murphy’s. Despite the implication, it was not an Irish pub. This usually made Bruce chuckle and as such, it stuck out in his brilliant mind, however this was not the only reason for its notability. Murphy’s was also where Bruce found his other simple pleasure in his otherwise stressful and frankly one-dimensional life.

You.

Each day he passed, Bruce snuck a look into the cafe to see if the girl who had caught his eye all those months ago was there. The first time he saw you, you were serving drinks to an older couple. You had obviously been working a few hours already. Your hair had fallen slightly out of place, meaning you were constantly brushing it out of your eyes, and your apron was covered in what he could only assume was powered sugar from the cakes in the cabinet of the shop.

Bruce looked up by chance. He noticed how tired you appeared, yet you still took the time to connect with your customers, smiling and laughing. Listening to them. Perhaps this was drew Bruce to you, your ability to listen instead of dominating the conservation, something he was not typically used to having himself.

Bruce watched you smile again at the couple as he walked on. He knew he was doomed from the minute the voice of the green giant himself uttered “pretty lady.”

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Since then, his habit had become routine, and despite passing by a little later than usual, the doctor hoped you were still there.

Scott and Thor continued their quite frankly, childish, discussion about whether or not Thor could have taken down a T-Rex when Bruce’s eyes wandered to the cafe.

His heart dropped a little as his quick glance for you was unyielding.

“Banner, the insect does not believe I fought Hulk. Tell him about the Grand…Banner?” Thor spoke, trailing off when Bruce didn’t respond.

Shit. He’d been caught.

Thor stopped walking and followed Bruce’s gaze. Just his luck, you emerged from the kitchen as the Norse god realised what was happening.

A smile spread across the blond’s face. “She is a fine maiden, Banner.”

In response to Thor’s comment, a blush appeared on the shorter’s face. This was for two reasons. Firstly, because it was true. You were gorgeous and Bruce suddenly realised how stupid he was to think that you wouldn’t have someone at home waiting for you. Secondly, he realised how idiotic he’d been to even think that he had a chance with you.

Scott, who had finally realised he was walking alone, had quickly retreated back to the group and assessed the situation.

“Bruce, go talk to her. What’s the worst that can happen?” Lang suggested sincerely.

“I don’t know, you guys. I’m not that type of person.”

“Banner,” Thor said softly to his friend, “no reward ever comes from chances not taken.”

“What he said,” Scott concurred, “Go get her, buddy. We’ll see you at the tower later!”

The superhero quickly grabbed Thor’s arm and dragged him away, leaving Bruce outside the cafe wondering what to do.

In the end, Bruce decided he didn’t feel like being himself today.

It was a blur as he walked into Murphy’s. The sweet smell of caramel and coffee enveloped him, thankfully even in his panic-driven state, Bruce decided a table by the back wall was a safe choice.

At least that way he could see the whole room. It seemed some habits couldn’t be broken and he realised, that was in fact, the very thing that had gotten him where he was now.

He eyed off the other patrons as you came over to greet your new customer.

“Hi, welcome to Murphy’s. What can I get you?” Bruce realised he had to speak but the words were caught in his throat, you were even more beautiful up close. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, I’m so sorry about that.” Bruce willed himself to take deep breaths. “I was actually wondering when your shift finishes. I was hoping that you’d maybe like to sit together and um, have a coffee possibly? Or not, considering it’s your whole job. Never mind, forget I asked.”

“I’d love to,” you interrupted Bruce’s rambling. He didn’t think it was possible but your smile grew even wider and he quickly discovered it was infectious.

“Wow, um, great! Sorry I’m just surprised.”

“I finish in 10 minutes. Can I get you something in the meantime?” You had asked him, heart fluttering.

“Oh, um, no thank you. But what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Of course not. It’s Y/N L/N.”

‘Y/N,’ Bruce repeated in his mind, ‘beautiful.’

…

Bruce emerged from the memory as you changed your position in his lap. He had been reading to you, and knowing you would fall asleep, he had the pair of you wrapped in the warmest blankets he could find.

He started down at the unbelievable woman in his arms and placing a loving kiss to your hairline, reminisced about how he got so lucky.

…

From day one, you’d always managed to surprise him, the man of science who thought he knew his fair share about the world. And maybe that was why you worked so well together. You provided Bruce with the flare he felt his life was lacking. You were the spark he needed to re-ignite his passion for life.

Quickly after you’d agreed to have coffee with the doctor, Bruce realised he was about to have his first date with you, and as he’d already been proven to do, he rambled nervously. He was pleasantly taken-aback as later on, you recounted information he’d told you, back to him. Not only did you listen to him but you asked questions. You were genuinely interested in him and to take it one step further, you did something not many people dared to do with him, you sassed him.

“Save your breath, Banner,” you’d told him, “you’ve got me.”

In that moment, he thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so bad to be Bruce Banner after all. But oh boy, there was two moments in the doctor’s life with you that surpassed those easily, making him feel like being Bruce Banner was the best thing he could ever be.

…

“I’m sorry, I’m probably not the guy you were expecting. It’s just that my friends told me to come and talk to you and well, here I am.”

“Bruce,” you started, “is it okay if I call you that?”

He nodded.

You knew who we was, of course you did, and you wanted to respect the title he’d worked so hard to get. Scribbling on a nearby napkin, you continued talking, happy with his consent.

“I’m really happy your friends told you to come in. Truth is, I’ve noticed you too, but I can’t exactly chase a man down the street in the middle of my shift,” you chuckled, sliding him the napkin. “I’m really sorry, I have to go. I’m not ghosting you I swear, this was really great. I just have a thing.”

Bruce took the napkin, feeling his heart sink a little. He never wanted the moment to end. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s my number. Call me yeah? I know where you get your coffee if you don’t.”

Bruce, who was still in shock that you even wanted to see him again, simply smiled as you walked out of the cafe, offering him a final wave.

It’s usually a sign that it has been a good day for Bruce when he returns to the tower and Tony Stark asks him if he’s okay because he’s ‘smiling like a mad man.’

For a week Tony asked him that question, and from that day onwards, Tony knew the key to Banner’s good mood had something to do with you.

…

The second moment, Bruce remembered, was in his opinion, the best of his life so far. It was the night you told him about your feelings for him.

As he himself was falling asleep on the couch, book abandoned, he recalled how utterly stunning you were the night of Tony’s last fundraiser ball.

…

You had thought long and hard about your dress choice. You wanted to impress Bruce as this was the first time he would be seeing you in anything like this outfit. Not to mention that you’d also planned on taking things to the next level with him.

This was your seventh date and when he’d asked you to be his during date number three, you were over the moon. A month later and you were ready to say it, the thing you’d felt since your first date with the gorgeous doctor. The ‘L’ word.

Bruce, naturally, was oblivious to your feelings and was still reeling that you’d even said yes in the first place. But the moment he saw you in that stunning split-leg red dress, he felt his heart swell with pride. All these people in the room with their eyes on you and you were his. You chose him.

You quickly made your way over to your boyfriend, hiding in his arms and muttering that everyone was watching you.

He’d simply said ‘of course they are, look at you’ and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might swoon. You were sure your cheeks matched the colour of your dress.

You mingled with everyone for a while, talking with Dr. Cho about new medical technological advances, and Steve Rogers about the ‘good old days.’ Everyone was polite and accommodating, you realised you felt more at ease than you thought you would.

Across the room, Thor patted Banner’s back, smiling like a proud big brother, and secretly congratulating himself for being responsible for the connection between you two.

You managed to catch Bruce’s eye soon after and motioned to the bar, moving over after saying your goodbyes to Steve.

“Having a good time?” Your boyfriend asked you. He knew you sometimes struggled with new people and crowds.

“Yeah, I am,” you replied, holding his hand from the adjacent seat.

“I’m glad honey. Now let’s get you a drink and pretend I’m the man of your dreams,” Bruce chuckled nervously, it was a joke from a dinner you’d had a few weeks back.

As he flagged down the bartender, you realised this was your chance.

“I think you just might be, Doctor Banner.”

“Wait, what? Really?!” he questioned, trying to recover from choking on his own spit.

“Yes, Bruce,” you laughed softly. You placed a hand on his cheek and moved so your knees were touching, “In fact, I think I love you…”

You searched the brunet’s face for any signs of a reaction as he stared at you, mouth agape. Before you could apologise or ask if he was okay, you felt your lips being pulled against his.

You had never felt so much passion, let alone known Bruce was even capable of kissing like that.

“I love you too, Y/N, so much.”

…

You stirred and realised Bruce’s snoring was the cause of your rude awakening. He had shifted down the couch so that he was lying flat, with you still wrapped in his arms, ear to his chest.

“The only benefit of the other guy,” he’d once told you, “is that I can protect you from anything.”

You smiled to yourself as the words rang in your ears. Lifting your head, you placed a kiss on the doctor’s cheek.

“I love you,” you whispered before sleep took you again.

Despite you constantly reminding him of your love, over the coming months , Bruce would often experience doubt about why you were with him. You knew who he was and who he became when he hasn’t himself.

It had taken a long time for you to convince Bruce that Hulk made him a better person, he was not a seperate entity to be feared but a part of him, and that loving Bruce meant loving Hulk too. Hulk very much liked the sound of that and slowly came out to spend more time with ‘his Y/N.’

You trusted Bruce. He saw your demons as you saw his and you knew that was what likely made your relationship feel so effortless, so natural. You didn’t think of Hulk as a demon though, simply an extension of Bruce and it gave you more of him to love. Loving Bruce Banner was all you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

Bruce still passed by Murphy’s every day. But now, it was to get coffee from his girl.

And he knew he was the luckiest person in the world as you threw a kiss in with every cup.

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Songs of Silence, Two

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Author's Note: Here's part two! Finally! Lemme know what you think!

Synopsis: Ingrid finally starts to accept that she doesn't want to marry Thor, and the thought process nearly drives her mad. Its even worse because she can't communicate with him, and whoever took her voice from her is still out there.

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Ingrid still can't speak but Loki sure can get into her head.

Warnings: None of this is accurate, Swearing, adult themes, angst, possible MCU spoilers, possible Loki spoilers.

Word Count: 4.8k

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Ingrid had been on edge all day long.

She had plans to accompany Thor to his mandatory training today, and normally, she enjoyed watching the prince’s spar with each other. But today, the air between her, Thor, and Loki was thick. Ingrid had no desire to look at Thor after he had thrown insults her way the day prior, and she couldn’t look at Loki because her face would get hot.

But that didn’t stop him from being inside of her head.

The prince had successfully, for the second day in a row, weaseled his way into Ingrid’s mind. Sometimes she didn’t know he was there until she started thinking about the conversation they had had in their minds yesterday, and he’d pop back in to add some of his own commentary. It was driving her insane, and of course he knew that, but no matter how many times she telepathically told him to stop, he’d just throw a wink at her.

When Thor came to collect her, he knocked on her door. She opened it, revealing Thor in the front, and Loki behind him. Her eyes quickly met Thor’s and then darted over to Loki, who on eye contact, gave her a smile that had her shuffling nervously where she was standing. She had decided at the last minute that going to the training would be too much with Loki there, so she hadn’t put her dressing gown on. She needed a break from his voice in her head.

“Darling,” Thor started, quizzically looking at her state of dress. “Why are you not dressed?”

She huffed, not knowing how to reply without her voice, and just shook her head at her fiance.

“What do you mean, dear?” Thor asked. “I don’t understand.”

God she wished Thor was the one that could communicate telepathically with her, and not his cunning, sexy, and up-to-no-good brother. She just sighed at the prince and shook her head again.

Thor looked back to Loki, who had leaned up against the wall, looking at something other than the couple trying to communicate. Thor tapped his brother's arm, and Loki coolly averted his gaze back to Thor, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re good at magic, brother, have you any idea what my bride seems to be trying to say?”

Ingrid’s eyes went wide, and she desperately wished she could tell Thor she didn’t need Loki’s help talking to him, but she couldn’t. She turned her gaze to Loki and narrowed her eyes at him. A warning.

“Just tell him I don’t want to go,” She said to him.

Loki smirked back at her, turning now to face her. She felt small under his sharp gaze, and she wished for nothing more than to just close her door and curl up under her sheets.

“But why don’t you want to go?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“I don’t feel well,” She said back, her glare deepening.

She hoped he couldn’t see any of the images playing inside of her mind, the image of him kissing her forehead the night before had been a constant reply in her mind. Shamefully she was disappointed he hadn’t actually kissed her. When she thought about that upon waking up this morning she had slapped her wrist. Crushing on Loki was one thing but cheating on Thor with his mischievous brother would be seen as an act of treason.

“That it would,” he said, confirming that he had just heard that entire thought she had. “But wouldn’t it be such fun to sneak around?”

“Loki,” She warned, he gave her a smooth smile. “Just tell Thor I’m not going.”

“But that would be entertaining, darling,” he drawled. “Reading your every thought while sparring against my brother. Him completely oblivious to the fact that his bride wants me instead.”

She let out a puff of air at his words, heat rising to her cheeks. She couldn’t deny it, and she didn’t want to deny it either. But Ingrid was scared. She had been by Thor’s side her entire life, and while she had always had a stronger draw to Loki, Thor was safe. Loki was off limits. Yet that seemed to excite her more. She couldn’t deny that the prince elicited a fire within her she had never felt before, and the pure fact that he felt the same way as she did only ignited the flame.

She heard him laugh in her head.

“Get out of my head, Loki,” she said, having a hard time forming the words in her brain with her muddled thoughts. “And just tell him I don’t want to go.”

“You’re no fun,” he teased.

Ingrid watched with battered breaths as Loki turned to his brother who had been suspiciously eyeing them both during their telepathic conversation. Ingrid knew Loki wouldn’t reveal the true nature of their conversation, but she also knew that he was the God of Mischief. She just hoped he’d tell the truth rather than twist it.

“She doesn’t wish to go, brother,” Loki said, leaning back up against the wall and giving Thor a feigned sad glace.

“What?” Thor asked, giving Ingrid a confused look. “Darling, the people are expecting you to make an appearance there today.”

“She doesn’t feel well,” Loki confirmed, his gaze back on nothing.

“Are you alright?” Thor asked, his confusion melting into concern. “Do I need to send a healer?”

She shook her head at him and crossed her arms over her chest. She was happy to see him believe her, and she was surprised Loki had told the truth and not caused anything further. For that she was grateful.

“I could stay and keep an eye on her, brother. I have a vast knowledge of medicine, she’d be in good hands.”

Or not.

“No,” Ingrid said to him.

“But the people probably want to see both of their princes, I think we should just send a healer.”

“I’m the only one who can communicate with her, and besides, they don’t care to see me. This training is for the people to see how well their king performs on the battlefield, as if they don’t already know,” Loki said, lightly bumping his brother's arm.

“He’s right,” Thor said, looking at Ingrid. Her eyes pleaded with him. “I want to make sure you’re alright, and despite his title, I trust my brother with you. It would bring me much comfort to have him here with you.”

Ingrid just sighed in response, her shoulders deflating. Loki was stressing her out, and the last thing she needed was to be alone with him for god knows how long. Their training usually lasted a couple of hours, so she was nervous about being in such close proximity with the god for a while. She couldn’t stop the part of her that was excited, though, because that part of her was very much there. She was scared to give into him, but god did she want to. She had spent years dreaming about those lips of his and what they felt like, the way his Asgardian leather hugged his form, and the smooth silk of his voice in her ear.

“Don’t worry, princess,” Loki started, waltzing past her and into her bedroom. “You're in good hands.”

“Come get me if she gets worse,” Thor said to Loki. Before he headed out, he leaned down and cupped Ingrid’s cheeks, looking into her eyes. “We’ll get your voice back, my love. In the meantime, feel better and don’t hesitate to hit my brother if he bothers you.”

Thor said goodbye to her by reaching down and kissing her firmly on her lips. He squeezed her hand and nodded at Loki as he left, leaving Ingrid standing in her doorway, frozen in her spot. She was tempted to turn around and go into her room with the door wide open, but she couldn’t stand to leave her door open. She didn’t like everyone looking into her room when they passed by.

Quietly, she turned and walked back into her bedroom, softly closing the door behind her. She noticed Loki lounging on her bed out of her peripheral and she internally debated on where to place herself. She still wanted to curl up into her sheets, but with Loki on her bed, that option was out the window. But she also didn’t know where else to sit. She settled on standing in the corner, facing him, with her arms tightly folded in front of her.

“You look upset,” Loki said, breaking the silence between the two.

Ingrid cast him a glare, trying her best to seem irritated by his presence. But she couldn’t be irritated. She was really fighting with herself on what to do. A very large part of her wanted to crawl over to him and pounce on him. But she couldn’t do that, so she decided to stay firmly in the corner.

“Why did you insist on being here?” She asked him.

“Because I like to watch you squirm, baby. It’s thrilling,” he shrugged, his eyes gleaming with trouble.

His words sent a chill straight down her spine, and she had to shift in her spot to hold her composure. Baby was a pet name she adored. Thor never called her that. But there are lots of things that Ingrid has no experience in. Being called ‘baby' was one of those things. She had never been with anyone outside of Thor, but the stories she overheard from the palace were stories that made her face heat up. She wanted that excitement, and Thor couldn’t give her that.

Growing up, people had kept a watchful eye on Ingrid. She was beautiful, astoundingly so, but everyone knew she was to marry Thor. She was never allowed to flirt with anyone else, or get involved with anyone else, and that was made evidently clear anytime Odin caught her looking at someone else for too long. But Thor was able to get with anyone in the nine realms that he wanted to get with. She would often go to fetch her prince only to be met with unpleasant noises emerging from his bedroom, evident that another woman was there.

Once the two of them became old enough to start taking their betrothal seriously, Thor stopped seeing random women. Instead, he focused all of his attention onto Ingrid, and he ended up falling in love with her. Ingrid had never fallen in love with Thor. He just wasn’t a match for her. But she tried so hard to fall for him. She would kiss him, she would cuddle with him, she would have sex with him, yet none of those things quenched the desire in her heart. And now, with their wedding fresh on the horizon, it all seemed to hit her at once that she couldn’t marry Thor. She just didn’t know how to get out of that situation.

“What thoughts you have in that mind of yours, darling,” Loki said, standing from her bed and walking towards her. “You should just tell my brother he’s not what a beautiful lady such as yourself needs. You need someone that excites you, someone that keeps you on your toes. Isn’t that right?”

Loki was now standing directly in front of her, and her breathing had become shallow. She struggled to maintain eye contact with him, and this alone had the god smirking above her, a hand coming down to rest on her waist and tug her to him. She gasped.

“I asked you a question, Ingrid,” Loki drawled, his hand that wasn’t on her hip coming up to trace over her cheek.

“What are you doing?” She asked. She felt completely breathless.

“I’m asking you a question,” he replied, seeming unfazed by their position.

“This is wrong,” she panicked, her head whipping around to make sure no one could see them, even though her door was completely shut.

She felt Loki pinch her chin, tugging her to look at him again.

“But it's what we both want,” he said, dragging his thumb over her lip. He could feel the air leave her lungs. “A princess as pretty as you deserves to get what she wants.”

Ingrid could’ve melted at his words, and if it wasn’t for his hand tightly around her waist, she thinks she would have. She shouldn't let herself get lost in his ways so easily, but she couldn't help it. Not when his eyes were glimmering down at her and his hands were tightly clasped around her.

"Am I wrong?" He asked, letting her go, watching her stumble to catch her balance. "Do you not want this?" He smirked at her, awaiting for her confirmation.

Ingrid's eyes pleaded with him, the loss of his touch affecting her more than it should. Being held by him had been a sensation she hadn't known she'd needed, but here, now, without his touch she felt a longing she had never felt before.

She sauntered back up to him, his hands clasped behind his back, and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. She was nervous, the God intimidated her. And she knew what he was capable of, she knew he loved a power trip. She'd heard of his reputation plenty of times before from palace staff. She knew he was good in bed.

She lightly shook his shoulders, tenderly sliding her hands down his arms. Her breath caught when he removed his hands from behind his back and moved them to her arms, pushing her backwards. The two held eye contact with each other as he walked her backwards, a gasp emitting from her when her back met the wall. He slid her arms up above her head, holding her there while he leaned into her.

"You're sure you don't want this, love?" He asked, his breath fanning her lips.

"I'm scared," she said, her mind racing.

"Of what?" He asked. "Of Thor being upset? He doesn't satisfy you, darling. He can have any maiden in the nine realms. Sure, he might be heartbroken, but he'll be alright."

"But what if we get executed?"

"We won't, Ingrid," he soothed. "We keep it secret for a bit, then we go to Thor, and then Thor goes to Odin. Thor is the key to getting you out of marriage."

"He would never agree to that," Ingrid said, her eyes sorrowful.

Loki sighed in frustration. "I want you, Ingrid. I want to give you the things that you deserve. The things you crave. My brother cannot give you that. Even if a secret, will you please allow me that?"

Ingrid huffed out a cry at his admission. She wanted him too. But Thor would be so angry if he found out, and Odin would probably have her and Loki executed. But Loki was the God of Mischief. If anyone could lie and keep a secret, it would be him.

"Okay," she said.

At her approval, Loki sealed their lips together. Their first kiss was soft and short, a test of the waters. Loki pulled back and eyed her, asking for permission to keep going. He let her arms go, and they quickly found their way into his hair, nodding at him as she pulled him closer. His hands found her waist again, and he pulled her taught against him.

Their lips danced together; a hungry, sinful, passionate dance. Teeth clashed together, lips were wet with hunger, and they moaned into each others mouths as they explored. Loki had coaxed her mouth open, allowing his tongue to explore, and she moaned out to him, pulling harder at his hair.

Loki was the first person other than Thor that Ingrid had kissed. The feeling she got from Loki's menstruations was electric. She had never felt so euphoric from a kiss, and the more they kept going, the more she wanted. She was engulfed in him; his mouth on hers, his hands on her waist, pulling her close, and his hair between her fingers. She was on fire, and she never wanted to stop.

Loki spun her around and started walking her backwards, her legs hitting her bed before she fell backwards. She scooted up the bed, resting on her elbows, as Loki climbed over her, leaning down to connect their lips once more. He leaned her back to where she was flush against the mattress, resting his body weight atop hers.

Her hands found his shoulders, and she hiked a leg up to rest at his hip, his knee falling between her thighs. His hand that wasn't holding his weight above her dropped down to her hip, pulling her into him. He moved his mouth down, nipping behind her ear, which had her gasping out. His lips continued their sinful movements.

The two had unintentionally started moving against each other, their breaths coming out as desperate gasps, not nearly coming up for enough air. Ingrid was completely lost in their kiss, her mind going blank. She couldn’t think of anything logical, her mind muddled with thoughts of Loki on top of her. She didn’t know how long they had been kissing, it could’ve been hours, it could’ve been mere minutes. But she knew she never wanted to stop. Something about their kissing felt so right, like everything made sense. Her heart felt a sense of fullness she hadn’t ever felt before.

“Loki,” she said. But his mind seemed too occupied to understand she was trying to communicate with him. “Loki,” she said again, this time more urgently.

“Hm?” He hummed, not stopping his movements but flicking his eyes up to hers.

“We have to stop,” she replied.

It’s not that Ingrid wanted to stop, she just knew that if she didn’t stop kissing him, they’d go further than they needed to. And as strong as her feelings for the God were, she knew she wasn’t ready to give him herself fully yet. It was all happening so fast.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked, pulling back to look at her.

She just shook her head at him.

“Then why do we have to stop?” He asked, smirking down at her.

“Because we’re getting worked up,” she said, her eyes blown out, still evidently turned on.

“And why is that so bad, darling?” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “We’re just kissing.”

“It’s not enough,” she said. It was the truth, she needed more. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone. But she knew things between the two of them needed to be slow, careful.

“Not enough?” He chuckled, his eyes dark. “What can I do for you then, Ingrid?” He asked, running his hand up her back and back down to her leg that was resting on his hip.

“Nothing yet,” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. “We have to go slow.”

"If slow is what the lady wants," Loki started, slowly moving off of her. "Then slow is what she will get."

"It's just all happening so fast," she said.

"Then we'll go slow and be careful, darling. Can't have us getting caught," he said, kissing her firmly once more before standing and retreating from the bed. He crossed the room and sat on the loveseat across the room. Ingrid watched a green flash appear in his hand, and when it was gone, she saw the book he had clutched in his palm.

Ingrid was left on the bed, her mind jumbled, as the God sat across the room reading. Her lips still tingled and her body burned where his hands had been. She was scared, scared of being around Loki because all she wanted to do was kiss him. And scared of herself because she didn't know if she had the self control to keep her desires at bay.

Ingrid was awoken by the sound of Thor entering her bedroom. Shortly after her and Loki's "bonding" time, she had fallen asleep while Loki sat in her chair and read his book. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but she felt rested.

Thor walked in, sweat gleaming on his forehead and a smile on his face. He surveyed the room, looking to Ingrid on the bed who was slowly stirring, and then to Loki who had set his book down to look at his brother.

"How is she?" Thor asked, looking to Loki and then back to Ingrid.

"She's alright," Loki replied. "She fell asleep not long after you left. How was sparring?"

"It was great," Thor boasted, puffing his chest and smiling. "I beat all of my opponents."

"As expected," Loki replied.

Ingrid sat up on her elbows and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. Thor walked over to her and sat on her bed, his hand finding her cheek.

"How are you feeling, darling?" He asked her, his thumb stroking her cheek.

Ingrid just nodded at him and gave him a small smile.

"I hate you can't speak, I miss your voice," Thor said, giving her a frown.

She gave him a small smile back and shrugged her shoulders. Not speaking was irritating her, she could only communicate with Loki, and he was driving her mad in an intoxicating way. After they had kissed, she had laid back on her bed and fell asleep with the feeling of his lips still lingering. It was the most astounding kiss she had ever had, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't crave it more.

Thor leaned into her and kissed her, and the action made her nauseous. She felt dirty, like she was committing the ultimate act of betrayal. Thor loved her, and she was kissing his brother behind his back. She didn't want to kiss Thor, she didn't want to touch him. All she wanted was sitting across her room, his thighs spread across her chair as he thumbed at a book in his large hands.

Loki felt her gaze on him as soon as she looked to him, and he looked up at her though the pages of his book. His gaze intense, his eyes staring at her with a knowing look.

She gulped.

She turned her gaze back to Thor and sighed, sitting up and moving off of her bed. She needed away from both of them. She didn't want to be near Thor because she couldn't give him what he wanted to give her.

It was clear why she didn't want to be around his brother.

As soon as she stood, however, she stumbled, her vision going black as she experienced something she never had before. She saw something, a cottage in a dark forest, the setting at night, rainy and dreary. Inside the cottage, was a woman tied to a beam, a look of fear stricken across her face.

"Tell me where she is," Her voice said.

Her voice.

Ingrid's.

But Ingrid never said that. Whoever had her voice had spoken those words, and they were also in the cabin. They looked down at the tied up woman, a dark cloak concealing them. The woman pleaded with them.

"I don't know where she is!" The woman cried.

"You do," the cloaked figure said. "And I will make you tell me."

The figure then started singing a spell, an incantation to get someone to tell the truth. It was a spell Ingrid was familiar with, but one she vowed to never use because of its malicious origins. She could make people do many things with her voice, but she vowed to never use her voice for evil.

"Jeg søker å høre din endeløse tunge Lyv ikke for meg Fortell meg historier om sannhet og fornuft Eller bli et objekt for forræderi

Gi meg din sannhet nå Ingen flere løgner, det lover du Blod skal utgytes for svik Dette er ord jeg ikke vil gjenta"

(I seek to hear your endless tongue Lie to me none Tell me stories of truth and reason Or become an object of treason

Yield your truth unto me now No more lies, this you vow Blood to be shed upon deceit These are words I will not repeat)

As soon as the figure finished reciting the spell, the woman screamed out in pain. If the spell was recited and there was no truth to be told, the victim would die. If there was a truth to be told, it would be spilled from their lips immediately, and death would follow. It was an evil truth spell, and for Ingrid to hear it recited to someone with her own voice was sickening.

The woman continued to cry in pain as a flash of magic ate her from the inside out, turning her into nothing but ash. The fear in her eyes would haunt Ingrid forever.

Ingrid just watched an innocent woman die by her own voice.

As soon as the vision ended, she collapsed onto the floor in a heap of tears, unable to catch her breath. Immediately, both brothers were by her side, trying to console her and figure out what just happened.

She frantically looked to Loki, and she grabbed his hand, placing it on her forehead. He first gave her a quizzical look, but then he understood. For once she wanted him to see into her mind.

She felt a warm tingle on her forehead that she assumed was his seidr, and as soon as she felt it, she closed her eyes. She saw the woman in the cabin again, begging for her life, and the cloaked figure in the corner. She heard the spell in her voice, and watched again as the woman died because she had no secrets to spill. Rewatching the vision made fresh tears fall from her eyes.

Once the vision was over, Loki pulled away with a similar solemn expression on his face. Thor looked between the pair with confusion and concern, trying to pull Ingrid's gaze back to him. But she was too focused on Loki. He had just seen everything she saw, and she wanted to know what he thought. She wanted his comfort because he was the only one who knew exactly what she saw.

"That is not your fault, Ingrid," he said, looking at her with such intensity she almost didn't hear what he said.

She just cried in response, overwhelmed by it all.

"What did you see, brother?" Thor asked, pulling Ingrid to his chest.

"She had a vision," Loki started, standing from where he was crouched on the ground. "Whoever took her voice is using it for evil. They took her voice to try and locate someone, and killed a woman when they didn't get their desired response."

Thor looked to Ingrid in shock, and hugged her closer to him, kissing her forehead. After a few seconds of settling in Thor's embrace, Ingrid pushed herself up to her feet as well, brushing off her dress and letting out a huff. Thor followed behind her, the three of them standing together, a feeling of unease shared among them.

Ingrid knew getting her voice back was an urgent matter, but now she felt like if she didn't get it back immediately, the world would crumble onto her. Ingrid swore herself to be a Goddess of goodness, and seeing and hearing her voice used for such evil made bile rise in her throat.

"Ingrid," Loki started, her eyes quickly snapping to his. "We must show Frigga. She can help form a plan."

"I agree," Thor said, walking beside Ingrid and placing a gentle hand on her back. "Mother is very wise with these things."

Ingrid nodded at him, and walked over to her vanity to brush out her hair. She heard the two brothers talking behind her, undoubtedly Thor making sure she wasn't acting weird before he left. Thor had no idea what Ingrid and Loki had seen, so he didn't quite understand what was going on.

"We'll get your voice back, baby."

Ingrid stopped brushing her hair and sat up straight, chills racing down her spine. She'd never get used to Loki just popping into her head. It was a sensation that gave her a thrill and made her heart leap. After she got a taste of what it's like to kiss him, the desire to be his bride instead of Thor's was agonizing. She wished she could kiss him whenever and wherever she pleased like she does with Thor. But those kisses to Loki would mean so much more.

And maybe, maybe, she'd fight for him more than she initially thought.

A/N: That's it for part two! Let me know what you think! Likes, comments, and reblogs, especially reblogs, are greatly appreciated!

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hello sorry if this is long and would love if you wrote it if not i understand but i’d like to request a natasha x reader or wanda x reader whichever you prefer where they’re dating and hanging out in the compound and one of the avengers makes a comment towards reader in a joking way and everyone laughs including wanda/nat and reader gets all sad and insecure and later on in the day they’re in their room crying and wanda/nat whoever you pick hear her crying and if it’s wanda she like hears her thoughts or something cause they’re so loud or if it’s nat she catches reader in front of the mirror or something and they apologize and fix it and reassure reader. sad angst that ends in soft fluff it’s my mood right now lol

Just a joke

Summary: Everybody is laughing at it.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: bit of angst

Word count: 1192

a/n: lets get personal

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @strangegardentaco @rafecameronswhore @sayah13

Some of the Avengers are having a game night. They already played a round of uno and now a game of charades is going on. There are two teams. Team one has Wanda, Thor, Maria and Steve, while team two has Y/N, Natasha, Tony and Sam. Team one just finished their turn, so Y/N picks up a card with a word, starting their team’s turn.

Y/N hums, teeth, that should be easy. She opens her mouth, showing her teeth, and starts pointing at them.

“Dentist!” Tony yells out the loudest. “It has to be dentist with those damn teeth.”

The group laughs, Y/N with them. Her mood is instantly ruined by the comment, but she doesn’t let it show. She just goes back to showing her teeth after laughing.

“Tooth! Teeth!” Sam shouts, jumping in victory when Y/N nods. He takes out a card and starts acting it out while Y/N goes back to her seat.

She stays quiet for the rest of the game night, thinking about the comment the whole time. The group doesn’t seem to notice as they’re too into yelling and playing.

Her teeth are a bit crooked, maybe more than most people have, but she never had the means to properly care for them. Her family didn’t have money to get braces for her, and hygiene towards her teeth lacked a lot during her teenage and young adult years because of bad mental health. There was a long period time when she wouldn’t show her teeth at all. She wouldn’t laugh and she’d eat with a hand over her mouth. Eventually she grew enough courage and self love to start showing her teeth to other people, in normal circumstances. But it feels like that one small comment brought her right back to the time she was incredible insecure about them.

When a new game gets brought up, Y/N stands up. “I’m a bit tired, I think I’ll go to sleep.” She smiles slightly while the others whine. “Goodnight you guys.”

“I’ll come to bed later.” Natasha kisses Y/N’s hand before letting her go.

“Okay.” She walks to her room. Instead of going to bed, she goes to stand in front of the bathroom mirror.

Using her fingers to open her mouth wider, she studies her teeth. They’re crooked and yellow. Not like everyone else’s teeth. Natasha has such great teeth. With a huff, she takes her toothbrush and puts a lot of toothpaste on it. She starts brushing her teeth with a lot more pressure than needed.

For whole fifteen minutes she continues brushing without a break. Y/N spits out the toothpaste before brushing her tongue, gagging at the feel of it. She sets her toothbrush aside and takes a box of teeth whitening strips she forgot they had. Opening the packet, she takes two strips out, putting one to her upper teeth and one to lower. She keeps them on for thirty minutes, ten more minutes than the box says. She doesn’t hear Natasha sneaking into the room quietly as she thinks Y/N is already asleep.

Taking out the strips, she picks up her toothbrush again and starts brushing for the second time.

“Y/N?” Natasha knocks on the door. Y/N mumbles something incoherent out, her words muffled by the amount of toothpaste. “I thought you’d be asleep already.” Natasha opens the door, her brows raising as she looks at Y/N.

Y/N spits out the excess paste. “Had to brush my teeth.” She continues brushing after checking her teeth from the mirror.

“For 45 minutes?”

“No.” Y/N mumbles. She finally stops her second round of brushing. “My teeth just felt dirty.”

Natasha glances at the used whitening strips on the side of the sink. She frowns. “I didn’t know we had those.”

“I think I bought them forever ago.” Y/N puts her brush back to the cabinet and the strips to a trash can. “Finally felt like testing them out.”

“Is everything okay?” She walks to the bedroom with Y/N, who seems to be trying her best to ignore Natasha’s presence.

“Yep.”

Natasha can see the way Y/N’s tongue continues going over her teeth over and over again. She notices every time Y/N goes past a mirror she glances at her teeth quickly.

“Do you think my teeth are ugly?”

“Huh?”

“Tony made a joke that my teeth needed a dentist, and you laughed.” Y/N turns to look at Natasha. “Do you think my teeth are ugly?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Why did you laugh then?” Y/N’s voice cracks slightly. She does her best to cover it, but nothing can be hidden from Natasha.

“Honey..” Natasha takes a step towards her, but Y/N takes a step back. “I- I honestly didn’t think much of it. I just laughed with the others.”

Y/N hums, looking down at the ground. Her tongue goes over her teeth again. “Do you think I should get braces? We didn’t have money for them when I was a kid.”

“Only if you want to. Darling, you don’t have to do anything because of other people.”

Scoffing, Y/N shakes her head. She presses the back of her hand over her eyes, trying to lessen the stinging in them. “Everybody laughed at it.”

“Y/N-“

“I know it was just a joke and I’m being too sensitive about it, but I just, I…” Y/N sniffles. “I finally learned to not care what other people think, but this brought me right back to the start and I just can’t stop.”

Natasha sits next to Y/N. She feels bad. No matter how well she knows her girlfriend, she never realized how much these kind of things affected her. “I’m really sorry for laughing, I shouldn’t have. I didn’t realize, which is not an excuse. I’ll talk to the others to not say stuff like that anymore, okay?”

“No, don’t do that.” Y/N plays with her hands. “It’s stupid. I need to grow up.”

“Stop that.” Natasha puts her hand on Y/N’s arm, petting it gently. “Everyone has insecurities and they are things that people shouldn’t joke about.” Y/N wipes her cheeks, drying them. “Is that why you used the whitening strips?”

“Yeah.” She murmurs. “I brushed my teeth for over 15 minutes. I just tried to make them look better.”

“You don’t have to change them.” Natasha pulls her into her chest. “If you want to get braces, I will support you, but you don’t need them.”

“I don’t want to think about it right now.”

“Okay.” Leaning her cheek against Y/N’s head, Natasha rubs her arm. “Lets go to sleep then, hm?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” Natasha helps Y/N up and picks out some cozy pajamas for the both of them. After changing into the clothes, the pair goes under the covers and snuggle close. “Believe me when I say that I don’t think any part of you is ugly.”

“I’ll try.”

“I can live with that.” Natasha kisses Y/N’s cheek. “Goodnight, love.”

“G’night.”

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