⚡You’ve been dreaming of the same voice, the same man, for as long as
you can remember. You never thought that he could be real, let alone that he
was the God of Thunder, your soulmate, and the key to unlocking a
mysterious power within you; a power that could be used to save Thor’s
homeland of Asgard, or, in the wrong hands, to destroy it.
A/N: So sorry this took so long, ugh! Super duper busy on all fronts lately, but thank you for being so patient! I worked so hard on this part, and I really truly hope you guys like it. Thank you to the lovely @captainrogerss for looking over this for me! If you haven’t read any other parts yet, please do, because it’s about to get JUICY. Any like, ask, reply, or reblog (especially these) are so appreciated. Your feedback makes me thrive as a writer! Lmk what you think. I love you all! ♥
Word Count: 2,521
Warnings:
– slight violence, maybe language, talk of smut but no actual detailed smut
Other Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner
Tags: (at the end)
*gifs are not mine. (found on google, do not have direct sources – sorry)
Your eyes snapped open to the sounds of thunder
rumbling in the sky. The hair on your arms and the back of your neck began to
rise, as you felt the static electricity begin to tickle up the back of your
shirt. Pushing yourself up on your elbows and twisting your body around, you
saw Thor lying close behind you, his hands balled into fists, blue licks of
energy flickering up his forearms. He was vibrating with the power that coursed
through his veins, the hot blue current glazing over his eyes.
“Thor…” you whispered, cupping his troubled
face, feeling the intensity lick your skin. You were trying your best to stay
calm, unsure of how powerful he could become. Another booming thunder clap,
followed by a strike of lightning right outside the window made you squeal.
“Thor, it’s okay,” you shouted this time. “Wake up, please!”
A/N: This fic is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Body Positive Writing Challenge (which I LOVE btw, good on you boo). My prompt was: Weight does not dictate your worth. Which I 100% agree it does NOT. I hope you all like this. Let me know what you think. Every like, ask, reblog, and reply is greatly appreciated! ♥
Word Count: 1,064
Tags: (at the end)
Warnings:
– none, maybe language?
– implied smut after the fic is over 😉
*gif is not mine (found on google, unable to find direct source)
Standing in front of your large, wall length
mirror, you did a little spin in the dress Thor had mailed to you. Bruce had
brought it up earlier and chucked it on the bed with a grin. It was your date
night; a rare night that you and Thor got to yourselves. It was a night free of
Avengers and godlike responsibilities, and you looked forward to it whenever it
came around. Thor made it a tradition to purchase you a new dress to wear each
time. He knew your figure, every inch and curve of your anatomy, so you always
trusted him to pick out the best dress.
A/N: OKAY SO, I worked really FUCKING hard on this people, okay? It’s so fluffy, you just might die. (plz don’t die). I really really hope you guys like this, and are still enjoying this series.
Every ask, reblog, reply, and like is
SO appreciated. Let me know what
you think, and if you want me to continue. ♥
Word Count: 2,105
Tags: (at the end)
Warnings:
– polyamorous relationship. if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read it. – eventual smut, just not yet. i’ll tag appropriately when it does come up and mark the post as sensitive.
Thor took your hand in his and led you down the
stairs to the living room. His thumb brushed lightly over the back of your
hand, making you shiver. Bucky was sitting and waiting patiently, his brow
furrowed in worry, wringing his hands and putting them in his lap. When he saw
you walking down the stairs with Thor, he stood up straight and smoothed the
wrinkles out of his shirt. You heard him clear his throat, as he rocked back
and forth on the balls of his feet. He was clearly nervous, but trying his best
to keep it together. As always, Thor was completely at ease. If he was at all
anxious about the situation, he was a master at hiding it.
“Come,” Thor said, putting his large hand at the
small of your back, guiding you to the sofa. “There’s much we need to discuss.”
A/N: Sorry this took a bit longer than expected. It’s busy season at work, so I’m doing my best to update this and my other series as quickly as I can. This one is a bit more in depth so I have to really think about it. But I hope you all like it. v
Again, this series is (loosely) based off the song Dreamsby Fleetwood Mac. Your asks, likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated (although if you could reblog to get it out there, i’d appreciate it the most)! Let me know what you think! ♥
Thor held tightly to one of your hands, as Bruce gently took the other and placed cuffs lined with foam over each finger. They squeezed each tip, but caused no pain.
“Just a bit of pressure,” Bruce spoke. It was almost like clothespins squeezing each finger. “Let me know if anything hurts at any time and we’ll stop immediately, okay?”
You nodded, unable to hide your nervousness. Your legs were trembling and you clenched them together, to try and make it stop. Thor squeezed the hand he held in his own, and leaned his head against yours. He smelled so good; like earth, and leather, and fresh grass.
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