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After the loss of your mare in battle, you often rode along with Aragorn. Brego was a strong steed, a Prince’s steed, and now a companion of the future king, Aragorn.
Admittedly, it wasn’t half bad being stuck sitting behind him, hands on his hips as the steed galloped.
Still, though, you missed your mare. You missed the way that you used to ride bareback, her hair and yours flying back in the breeze.
You missed sleeping against her when the fellowship would stop for a rest, your body fitting perfectly against her strong trunk.
It was the night before coronation when the trio - Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas, came to fetch you. Aragorn wasn’t in his King finery yet, still looking like the dirty Raider you had met in Rivendell.
“Don’t you have to be awake and … fresh in the morning?” You asked, hiding your yawn behind your fist as you followed Legolas and Aragorn, Gimli walking a bit behind you. You hoped it was so he could catch you if you fell asleep walking. It was seemingly likely.
“I do, but there’s one thing I wanted to do for you first,” Aragorn said. You looked to Legolas but he looked back impassively, giving nothing away.
“Is it cake?” You asked. “Pastry, perhaps - a tasting of tomorrow’s menu? I can’t think of anything else I’d want to ..”
You were so tired, you hadn’t realized where you were walking to until Legolas put a hand on your arm to steady you.
The stables.
The familiar smell of horse - not altogether unpleasant since the stable was the royal stable and was kept very clean - hit your nostrils, making you breathe in.
“Finest mare in Minas Tirith,” Gimli said, proudly, catching up with the three of you. “I found her myself. All my idea-“
“Only after I brought it up,” Legolas said, loftily.
“She’s yours,” Aragorn said, gently. “If you want her.”
You stepped towards the large mare, doing it slowly, sleep never having been further from your mind than it was in this moment. The large horse regarded you with her honey-colored eyes, and sniffed at your outstretched hand. After a moment, she nestled her nose into it, allowing you to pet her.
Gimli startled her by laughing jovially, and flicked her tail towards him, nearly knocking him over.
“Oh yes,” You hummed. “I love her.”
Imagine your horse passing away, and the Fellowship comforting you.
The Battle for Middle-Earth had too many casualties. King Theoden being one of the ones that hurt the most, that was a complete arrow in the gut. But the fellowship, minus Boromir, endured.
Except for the loss of your beloved horse.
You had trained her yourself, watched as she went from a foal to a beautiful mare. Defended her when others said that a female horse wouldn’t be as good in battle as a male. You proved them wrong. She had proved them wrong.
But, unfortunately, she had given her life doing so.
You had fallen off of her, when she had been stabbed through by the tusks of an Oliphaunt, not able to get out of the way because of the closeness of the battle. The crush of the enemies, and your allies, all at once made it impossible to move unless you were as big as they were. But your horse - she was a smart one, she had bucked you off before the tusks made contact, saving your life, giving hers in return.
You weren’t the only one to see her sacrifice. Aragorn had seen it and had gone running through the battle to your side, to help you up, to make sure that you were okay, to comfort your dying horse as shock and sorrow ran its course through your body.
Legolas bent down next to you, offering his hand. Gimli came running along next, his eyes once filled with adrenaline from battle, now looked sad - almost watery. Everyone had loved your horse.
Everyone had loved how you treated it as a dear friend, rather than just a ride.
You took Legolas’s hand and got up to your feet, looking at your noble friend on the ground, then up at the Oliphaunt that was trampling away.
“We will not let her death be in vain,” Gimli said, holding onto his axe.
“For her,” Legolas said, arrow already in bow, aiming otwards one of the riders of the large beast.
“For her,” Aragorn nodded at you.
“For her,” You repeated, memories of training with her, memories of sleeping in the stables overnight with her because it was more of a home than your own home. Memories of how she would make you laugh by stubbornly flicking her tail at anyone who annoyed her.
For her, you charged.
Imagine Imhotep resurrecting the Prince because he needs him for some ancient magical secret, and the prince immediately going into seduction mode.
Accompaniment to: Imagine being a hedonistic prince, and eagerly attempting to seduce Mathayus when he captures your family’s fortress.
- And just like that, you were alive again, breathing again, watching as your skin went from dry and near-sand to the healthy, supple flesh of the living. You could feel the air filling your lungs. You could feel the blood rushing into your veins - and of course, you had to check that everything was still there. All the important bits.
You hardly noticed the bald man that was standing near the table, starting some sort of speech. You didn’t pay attention as you instantly cupped yourself, measuring the length - good. Two balls - good. The man had gone silent in surprise as he saw where your attention is at.
“Look at me,” He said, his tone authoritarian. Like he was used to being listened to. But he had not the slightest idea who he was dealing with.
“I’m measuring,” You hummed, checking the skin before nodding approvingly, and then turned your gaze to the man, taking him in. He was not Mathayus but - well, most men that you had encountered weren’t. But he wasn’t bad looking at all. And it had been a very long time - “But in your case, I can do both.”
The breath caught in the man’s throat. You could see how his Adam’s apple bobbed. You smirked, loving that you were having an effect. Even if it was just bafflement, he was being a rapt audience.
“I am Imhotep - you will listen to -“
“Oh, are you into the whole domination thing?” You asked, sitting up and spun slightly so your legs dangled off of the sides of the - what was this, altar? “Ohhh, I see, you want to worship me, that’s why you brought me back and put me up here. I like the way that you think, Immy.”
Bewilderment. Complete bewilderment.
“I like your robe - I’d like to see it even more on the floor,” You tutted. “On your knees, quickly now, my interest doesn’t tend to hold.”
Requested by: Anonymous
Wordcount: 3831
Summary: Bothering Arthur is insanely fun.
Warnings: Smutty smut, bratty behavior.
You were bored. Nothing had been happening over the last month - which was probably a good thing. The last good bit of fun that you had was scaring off some whalers who were getting too close to Atlantis, causing trouble with Arthur. You had created a large storm, complete with a whirlpool that would take those whale-killers to their own watery graves - but of course, Arthur wouldn’t let you go that far. He was such a buzzkill. He just went all Moby Dick, nearly tipping the ship but not enough for anyone to actually fall. Just enough for them to get scared.
What a killjoy.
Now, as you looked out from the window of the only inn the town that Arthur came from had to offer, sipping on a warm beverage, you thoughts of ways to try to have some fun.
Your finger went into your coffee, feeling the burn but not being affected by it, and you created a small whirlpool inside of the mug, much like you had with the water a month ago. Arthur had yelled at you for it. And you smirked as you remembered because oh, he got hot when he was angry. And the tension between you two was as strong as the chemistry.
It’s too bad you disagreed about too many things.
You really could have been the power couple of the century.
You fought together against forces just as often as you squabbled with one another.
You’ve had this will-they won’t-they dynamic that everyone from Mera to Batman to Orm had commented on over the years. Barry had made bets with everyone about when you two were finally going to just fuck.
You put a bet on eight months. That time was nearly an end, and then it would be closer to Diana’s time of a year. You weren’t going to fork up your hundred bucks to her, that’s for sure. No, it would be a lot better if you could get her to give them over to you.
You hummed, then swore as the coffee spilt out of the mug and onto your lap, setting it down on the - table and it gave you an idea.
Wrapping yourself up warmly in your gear, and grabbing an umbrella despite the fact that the clouds weren’t dark, you went outside to walk along the ocean front. Your rainboots splashed against the water and sank you into the sand. The water was calm. It looked almost peaceful out there. There were a few boats out and about that you could see on the horizon, but they were all too far away for you to get details on them. Good.
Your little game didn’t need any additional casualties.
You slid off your boots and your socks, putting them aside for now. This always worked best when you were in touch with nature, able to actually feel it against your skin. You bent down and pressed your fingers into the cold water, and looked up into the sky. Much like you had with those whalers - you were summoning a storm.
And it was going to be a big one. You wanted to catch Arthur’s attention after all. Something pathetic wouldn’t get him to stick his head out of the water.
The water started to bubble, as if the earth’s crust had become a giant boiler. Above you, the clouds started to turn dark. Gather around closely. Blocked off all of the sunlight. The rumbles of thunder sounded directly overhead, and lightning flashed through the sky, like a show of fireworks. The rain started to pelt down - but that’s what you had your umbrella for. You brought your hands up, and grabbed onto the handle before it could fly away, protecting yourself as the drops turned from sparse to torrential.
It was picking up power. Electricity was in the air. The wind started to create choppy, then threatening waves against the shore, but you didn’t move. You wanted Arthur to know exactly who had done this.
A hurricane raged. To those inside of the town who looked out their windows, it looked like it was spiralling out of control. But you had full mastery over it, making sure it didn’t actually affect any of the people, or the buildings. Call it being courteous - or call it sending a direct message.
Lighting came close to hitting the water, slashing through the sky sharply. You smirked, watching all of your work spread out in front of you. The vista was captivating.
There was a further rippling in the water, and a sea-creatures of some sort peeped his head out. You waved enthusiastically and it went back under the surface, assumingly to go and tell Arthur that you were here. Arthur, you almost laughed to yourself. What a mundane name for such an extraordinary being.
And out he came, mere moments later, rising out of the water like a renaissance painting - very Birth of Aphrodite. You were impressed, quite so. The long hair sticking to his face, the way that the blue/gray of the water brought out the color of his eyes, the muscular form in the skin-tight clothes he moved for maximum swimming efficiency.
You had to remind yourself, down girl. You’re not the bitch in heat he makes you think that you are.
“Funny meeting you here,” You said, spinning the umbrella like you were an Animal Crossing character. His split eyebrow raised as he walked towards you. You stood your ground. You didn’t step backwards. Just leaned the umbrella back so you could look up at him - because, wow, he was a beast of a man.
“What are you doing?” He asked. He looked angry - but not quite pissed off, so it gave you a bit of wiggle room.
“Enjoying the storm,” You said, casually. “Thought I’d see the view from here. Thunderbolts and lighting -” Then you couldn’t help yourself and added - “Very, very frightening me.”
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. It was hard not to stare at the impressive biceps beneath the suit. How did the fabric not split whenever he did that? How did the gun-show not get exposed?
“Did you really cause the storm so you could Bohemian Rhapsody me?” He asked, voice tinged in disbelief.
“Nah, that was a coincidence,” You shrugged. “I saw my opportunity and I took, it you know? Anyway - what do you think about that storm? I think it’s some of my finest work yet.”
“Why?” He asked. “The fish are stressed out because they didn’t go on a feeding frenzy before the storm started, you didn’t give them time. Do you know how annoying that is to deal with?”
“Afraid I don’t,” You admitted. “Is it like a puppy who hates thunderstorms?”
“Something like that,” Arthur said. His cold eyes looked down upon you as the rain started to let up. The storm had done its purpose. It got you the result you wanted - so far. “Again. Why?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see ya,” You hummed. “It’s been a while. Things have been boring up here in the surface world. We haven’t had a good argument in ages. What can I say? I miss…” You looked him up and down. “The heat.”
“All of this because you miss me?” Arthur asked, stepping in closer. His chest nearly bumped into you. You could see the stretch as he inhaled, and then exhaled. He was so damn close. But you weren’t backing up. No, you could smell the sea on him, and though normally this was not the sexiest thing, he made it work.
“Would you punish me if I said yes?” You asked. There was a moment of silence, a challenge between your gazes. Before he finally let out a groan, smoothing his long hair out of his face.
“You’re a menace,” He accused.
“And?” You said. “What about it?”
“It’s going to get you into trouble someday.”
“Is that day today?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. “Because it feels like today is the perfect day for trouble.”
And just to get him stirred up further, you raised a finger and twirled it through his hair - at the same time, whirling the waters behind him. They started to funnel, sweeping up everything in their path. He let out a growl and took your head in his very large hands and pressed his lips onto yours.
It worked.
The waters grew calm again as you grew distracted by tangling your fingers deeper into his damp hair - pulling him in closer to you. Your lips were crashing like waves upon a pier, nothing calm and serene about it. Thrashing.
He tasted of the ocean too. It was filling all of your senses. Salty, cruel, unpredictable, angry.
His teeth nipped at your bottom lip and you allowed it to fall open. Allowed his tongue to enter into your mouth, exploring new spaces.
He was full of power. You could feel it in every touch. You could feel it in the way that his hands slid down your neck, calloused fingers against the soft skin. Over your clothes, which had grown damp from the storm, despite your best attempts with the umbrella. You hadn’t realized how cold you had been until you felt the heat of his hands on you. They went down further, over your chest, between your breasts, then grabbed you roughly by the waist.
“Yeah,” He murmured, nipping you again. “Today is the day. You’re in trouble.”
His hands squeezed at your skin. Rolling what there was between his fingers, his hands were so tight. Any harder, even an iota, and there would be bruises. You didn’t mind the thought of that so much.
”I welcome it,” You said, leaning your head back as his lips trailed roughly down your chin, then over your jaw. “Guess you can say I even invoked it-“
“You talk too much,” Arthur grunted into your neck, his teeth attacking there too. Not enough to bleed. But enough of a warning to know that he was being serious.
“I think you secretly like it,” You grinned, your fingers tightening in the long strands and gave them a tug, causing a long groan to come from the large man. “Gets you all hot and bothered. Makes you want to shut me up. You can - if you think of a good enough way.”
“I can think of a couple ways,” He said, pressing his lips against your skin in a way that send tingles up your spine. Up and down your legs. Between them. To your breasts.
You could feel him everywhere.
One of your hands started to wander, going over his own chest. Your breath was growing heavier with every gasp that came out of you. He was finding spots on you that you didn’t even know existed. Tenderness mixed with aggravation. He didn’t hate you. But he was infuriated with you. And he was going to make you feel it.
“Arthur-” You breathed out.
He pulled back to look at you. His blue eyes never seemed so bright before. Not happy but - intense.
“That’s the only thing you’re allowed to say,” He said, before meeting your lips with his again. It was your turn to explore this time - you who stuck your tongue out from between your teeth and entered the space between his. It was you who did the tasting.
Hot. Hot springs hot. Slightly salty. Made you wonder what the rest of him tasted like. If he had the same flavor throughout. The idea made you feel warm, boiling. The raindrops turned from water to steam as they fell around you. Unintended consequence of your feelings - magic was a fickle thing, prone to change with emotions.
He picked you up then, his hands on your hips. You knew he was strong but - you could actually feel it now. The strength in those muscles as he brought you up from the ground, then threw you back against it. Not hard - but it was rough, with him hovering on top of you. His hair blocked out the watery light from the sun that was hiding behind clouds. The only brightness was his eyes.
“Was this what you wanted?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him. Could only see him.
“Maybe so,” You said, voice dry. He grinned, showing his teeth.
“Tell me,” He said. “Tell me that this is what you wanted.”
You blinked - realizing that this was more than just a power-grab. He wasn’t trying to get you to beg, or come across as needy. This large, powerful, sea creature of a man was actually asking you for permission.
You could feel your cheeks get warm. Were it any other man, you might have said ‘aww’ right to his face. As it were -
“This is exactly what I want,” You assured him, putting your hands on either side of his head, and pulled him down for another breathtaking meld of lips. His hands made quick work of your coat, deftly unbuttoning it and opening to see what was inside. And then there was your top - his cool hands finding the heat underneath, smoothing along your stomach. His pinky finger ran a line from your pelvis through your bellybutton, dipping in and then rising back out again, and then up toward your sternum. Even just this was enough to make you squirm. “You could go a little faster, you know.”
“I like to savor my meals,” He said, with that same grin. But you did notice that he started to move with urgency. He didn’t care that the two of you were out in the open. That someone from the village could walk right up on a rainy-day stroll. You let him undress you, there on the ground, among the sand, the stones, the dirt, the water lapping up by your boots. Eventually those were removed too.
“Not fair,” You grumbled, your eyes caught on his, watching the way that he looked at you, all uncovered beneath him. “I have no idea how to take your suit off. Is there a zipper under that thing? Velcro maybe?”
He looked at you for a long moment, then let out a laugh. It wasn’t enough to break the mood or the atmosphere. It added a sense of familiarity, of humor to the moment.
He peeled it off like it was a second skin. Or like he was some kind of really sexy banana. No, scratch that. You were seeing the banana part now -
You really had to think of some better analogies.
Your hands were upon his chest, guiding your way across the tattoos, then down his abdomen. The hardness of the muscle was impressive. You opened your mouth, to make another comment, doubtlessly, but a large thumb roughly rubbed against your bottom lip.
“Shut up,” Arthur said, his voice deep. He moved his thumb only to replace it with his lips, hands going back to roving over your body - and to position you, to position himself between your legs. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, to make sure that this was what you wanted, before his fingers were between your legs, finding the sweetspot.
Foreplay.
Jesus Christ, he was good at it. You were squirming and he was only using his fingers, his lips back on yours to silence your whines. The lapping of the waves covered the rest of the noise that you were making, edging against your toes as he brought you towards the edge already -
Then he pulled off, causing you to murmur a curse. You bit down on his lip before he could pull that away like his hands too.
“That was just the start,” He said, licking the drop of blood that had emerged from his lips and settled onto yours.
“Tease,” You groaned.
“Brat,” He retorted.
He rubbed his cock against you, venturing to the slit but not much further. He was coating himself in the juices that he had already brought out of you. And just as you were getting into the rhythm of that, as you were squirming to try to get him inside of you, to get what you had been craving for so long, his body engulfed yours, pulling you up so he could take your nipple in his mouth.
“Feel so tight, I don’t know if you can take me,” He whispered against your flesh. Your other nipple was between his fingers, being rolled around in a way that sent shocks down your body. “Gotta warm you up.”
“I promise you -” You grunted, biting at your own arm as it was the only thing within reach and you had this craving to have something between your teeth. ”-I’m red hot.”
He chuckled against you, the sound causing vibrations around your breast, causing your legs to tighten around his waist. You were trying to pull him down, pull him in. He wasn’t letting you. He pulled your legs off of you, bent them against your chest to expose you entirely. He could see every little bit of you now. There was no hiding. And he was looking right between your legs like he was a man starving - the way that your lips were delicately hiding what was hidden inside, the slight puckering below that. You didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed. He took in the view for another moment before he couldn’t stand it anymore, and he pressed his thickness against you, and started to ease his way in.
He might have had a point. Though you were lubricated, and horny as all hell, he was massive. But there wasn’t a struggle - at least, it didn’t feel like one, not with the way that he was attentive, reading your body like a book, making sure to go slow, read your cues.
“Just - fucking-” You groaned, two very different senses clashing inside of your mind. One was frustration. You wanted this to be easier. You didn’t want it to go slow. The other was satisfaction. The stretch of him, good lord, almighty fuckin’ Zeus, the stretching feeling. “Take me, Arthur!”
You could take it, and you were ready to prove that.
His hands grasped onto your hips, leaving fingerprint bruises that would erupt later. Your hips raised to meet up against his, snapping back against every thrust that he was giving you, reaching deep inside, you could feel an ache against your cervix.
“Yeah,” Arthur’s voice was a deep roar against the waves that were picking back up again. “You can take it.”
You let out a whimper at his words, so eager to prove that yes - you can take it, you can take anything. You could go even further, you wanted to go even further, you could get high on his very praise-
You roughly took his hand, and brought it up to your throat. You gave him a quick nod before your eyes rolled back as he hit you particularly deep. His fingers tightened around your throat. He didn’t cut off all the air but you did start to feel lightheaded. Whether it was from your upcoming orgasm that was threatening to wash over you, like the very waters you had stirred up, or his grip - you didn’t know. You didn’t care. It just felt too damn good.
“Fuck-” Arthur cursed. “I can feel how you tighten around me when I talk to you. You like that, huh?”
His hair tickled at your face, at your cheekbones. It smelt of salt. It had the same effect as smelling salts - making you feel like you were waking up out of a dream, giving you energy, making you feel alive.
“Such a fucking witch,” He said, pushing himself into you, tightening his grip on your throat. Your mouth fell open, strangled moans coming out of your wet lips. “Always teasing me. Is this what you wanted all along? Is this the way to get you to be a -“
You could feel the smirk on his lips as he leaned in to say the next words.
”- A good girl?”
With that, you came. The way that he was pressed up against you caused such stimulation against your overly-sensitive clit that you felt it burst through your body. The waves turned whipped against your feet, small tsunamis that engulfed your skin, leaving it’s salty residue.
He let out a roar that shook the very ocean floor, King that he was. As your body was tightening, trembling, shivering in pleasure beneath him, you were squeezing him, massaging him, bringing him to his own brink. He bit on your earlobe, pounding you deeper into the sand with those last few powerful thrusts and then joined you in that bliss.
You were whispering his name under your breath. Like a spell. Even with your eyes closed, you could see the magic around you, the sky starting to turn a serene blue rather than the cloudy gray. The waves were still hitting, but they were starting to slow, turning frothy rather than powerful. Frothy - that was a disgustingly accurate representation of how you felt right now.
Luckily, you didn’t let that word spill out. Just a content string of hums, as the hand moved from your throat to trace lines down your breasts, to circle over your sensitive nipples, making you giggle. He chuckled, lowly, and you slowly opened your eyes.
His head blocked out the sunlight that was streaming down. Not a cloud in the sky. Like it had just been dust and someone brought in the Swiffer.
“Can’t shut you up entirely,” He said, amusement on his face. “But I gave it my best shot.”
“Gotta fill my mouth up next time, water boy,” You laughed.
“Water boy?” Arthur said, raising one of his perfect eyebrows. He then surprised you by laughing, and climbed off of you. There was no towel around to clean you up, so he scooped up some of the water with his cupped hands and washed you off himself. It was almost strange, watching him be so caring, while your insides felt scrambled. “Never call me that again.”
“Do that to me again, and it’s a deal,” You said with a smirk.
“Still, such a brat,” He sighed dramatically, his fingers running along the insides of your thighs.
“Always and forever,” You chimed, closing your eyes again, enjoying his soft touches in the after-glow, and the warmth of the sun on your bare skin.
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You ran, quick as a cat, into the music store, with barely a look over your shoulder. You were escaping from something, the boys could see that, with amusement. They shot each other curious glances, shrugged, then were ready to forget it -
When a man came running in, half of his mustache missing from his face, only a few sparse hairs on the left while the right was bushy, hanging low. And he looked absolutely furious. His skin - from the tip of his nose to the back of his ears - was so red with blood, it made the four boys start to salivate.
“You see someone come in here?” He shouted, getting the attention of everyone around. “Y/N, when I find you, it’s going to be more than your hair I’m cuttin’!”
People stared at him, including the boys in leather, as he went marching through the aisles of the store. He knocked over a rack, tapes sliding down onto the ground. Max, the owner of the store, attempted to be diplomatic.
Dwayne noticed that the man was getting closer to your hiding place.
He let out a low whistle and the other boys followed, including David, who looked bored and a little displeased at not being the one to be in charge at the moment, and they walked over towards you, standing in front of you, shielding you from view.
“Where you goin’, pops?” Marco asked, as the man stopped in front of them, unable to see you.
“You need a barber more than you need a tape-deck,” Paul snorted.
David and Dwayne didn’t say a word, just stared at the man. He raised his fingers to touch his mustache, probably out of habit, then the rage returned when he felt the sparsity.
“Don’t you dare come home, y/n,” He shouted, voice reverberating around the store as he backed towards the door, Max following him cautiously. “You’re not welcome anymore!”
“He’s gone,” David muttered, and Dwayne turned around, offering you a hand. You took it and stood up, a sheepish look on your face.
“Thanks.”
“That your work?” Paul asked, putting an arm around your shoulders. “If so - that’s so rad, it’s hysterical.”
You let out a small chuckle, that brought a small smile to even Dwayne’s face.
Lestat was carrying her - he was always carrying her. The girl was attached to him, the same way that vampires like them were attached to the taste of blood. It was in their veins, their very being, to be close to one another.
“Papa -” Your little darling said, as you trailed along a half step behind, smiling at the scene. “Will I marry a man like you one day, like how Mama married you?”
He let out a deep chuckle, a very pleased smile on his face.
“There is no other man like me, ma petite,” He said, kissing her cheeks, rosy with their fresh kill.
“Oh,” Your little darling frowned. “Can I marry you too then?”
“No, I don’t think your mother would like that,” Lestat said, looking over his shoulder at you, his expression playful. “But I will always be in your life, from now until the end of forever. Will that do?”
Your daughter looked petulant at the rejection, but eventually threw her arms around her father’s shoulders again. “I suppose,” She sighed, with a weariness that sounded beyond her years.
Imagine being the God of Desire, and Frank being able to keep up with you.
“God - darling-” You hummed, your fingers running through Frank’s short hair, pulling on it as pleasure overtook your body. You already finished twice, which was far from a record - but the fact that Frank was still going, not stopping for a break - was incredible.
He grunted in response. He didn’t like it loud. He didn’t like when you talked to him, distracted him from his task. He wasn’t the most vocal either.
That was alright. Actions spoke louder than words.
And his actions were speaking - not whispering, YELLING.
Your back arched as you took him deeper, pushing yourself, pushing him, to the very limit of human exertion.
This was long overdue, the tension - it had finally snapped.
He bit into your shoulder. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood but it lengthened out the pleasure, causing your toes to curl, your breath to hitch, one last time, as he spilled into you, a few more deep thrusts as if to make sure that it was in there.
You hummed contently and laid back on the bed, biting your lip and looking over at him.
“About time, huh?” You commented.
“I desire for you to be quiet,” He said, gruffly, making you giggle lightly and retaliate, biting into his shoulder.
Imagine being the God of Desire and Reed Richards trying to study your powers
Sue would not let the two of you be together in a room. Actually, she wouldn’t let you be in a room alone with Johnny either. Not even Ben. You had the feeling that she didn’t like you much, but that’s alright.
It wasn’t her you were trying to charm.
“Do you need me to take my clothes off?” You purred to the mustached scientist. “For exploratory science, of course. Maybe there’s something to my skin that gives off my pheromones.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Sue said from her perch near the door. You smirked over at her, amused by how jealous she was starting to grow. It was obvious. She wasn’t even attempting to hide it.
“No offence, Miss Storm,” You blinked towards her, fluttering your eyelashes. “But I was asking Reed, the scientist who asked me here, and not you.”
“Mrs,” Sue corrected you, causing a light laugh to come out.
“Of course, of course,” You said, and set on the task of unbuttoning your shirt, exposing the center of your chest. “Mrs Storm.”
Reed had remained silent through most of this, looking between you - his most interesting subject thus far - and his wife. “That’s not necessary,” He finally said with a sigh, knowing to choose his battles.
You pouted, but kept yourself unbuttoned. Wife - one. You? - well, you could play the long game.
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This. Here and Now. With You. {NSFW Thor x GodofDesire!Reader}
Wordcount: 2693
Requested by: Anonymous
Summary: You find yourself with a strange craving that must be sated.
Warnings: Contains sexy-speak.
This was not a situation that you were usually in. Being among other gods - it was tedious work. It was a forum full of egos and you already had enough of one on your own, thank you very much. Not to mention the fact that you had a quarrel with Aphrodite since she was born, essentially. Her self-centeredness, her vanity, it was enough to make you angry. The two of you had been in competition since, and it was your first time seeing her in well over a century. You caught her eye and stuck your tongue out at her. She huffed, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and went back to flirting with some second-rate God. You had half a mind to steal him from her. But there are plenty of fish in the sea. Bigger, and more beautiful fish.
You felt a calling to leave, to get some fresh air, and so you stepped out under the heavens, wondering once more why you were here. Your opinion never carried much weight around here. They saw you as … well, nothing other than the embodiment of desire. And like it was simply nothing more than a party trick.
You went over to the balustrade, leaning over and looking out upon the skies. From atop ‘Mount Olympus’, as they called it still, you could see all of Greece, the people like ants. Most of them didn’t believe in you, or the others up here anymore.
There was only one that they believed in -
You felt a sharp pain in your back as the thought of Thor came to mind. Your eyebrows knitted together and you turned your head to see what had struck you, but merely saw a shimmering sort of effect. It was familiar, though you couldn’t quite concentrate on why. The pain began to abide, but another feeling started to rise up. You knew this one well. Desire.
Though it was something that you often spread onto others, almost like an infection as some had put it, you felt a healthy dose of it yourself at all times. You saw someone beautiful, you desired them, you had them. That was usually all that there was to it.
But right now, you weren’t seeing anyone. You were just thinking of them. A name, passing across your mind - Thor. The God that everyone believed in, thanks to his work on Earth. Saving the world from alien threats. He was worshipped, he was adored, he was missed every time that he went elsewhere, and the tabloids absolutely loved him. There was a juicy quiz in a teen magazine, which Avenger is your soulmate? Much to your amusement, you had gotten Thor. So maybe the thought of him hadn’t been too far from your mind as of late. But this heat that went through your body, how you felt feverish - that was not always an effect that came over you.
Normally your desire was confident. It showed itself in the way that your hips moved when they walked. How heads turned towards you, no matter where you went. But it didn’t feel that way now. It felt like something was trying to take you over. Electricity thrumming through your veins - uncontrolled. Your hand went to your chest at first, feeling the familiar flush of your skin, the quick beating of your heart.
It had to be Aphrodite.
The bitch was playing a trick on you.
But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, now that you thought about it. There was nothing wrong with desire. But you’d be damned if you let her pick who you would feel it over. Who you would use it on.
You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes once more, picturing HIM in your mind’s eye.
“Come to me, Thor.” Your voice came out like a siren’s song, dancing on the wind, travelling far to find its target. You had this feeling, this burning inside of your stomach, a knowing that he would come.
And he did. Landing before you with a stroke of lightning and the rumblings of thunder.
And oh, he landed. Full superhero landing, one knee crouched to the ground, the other bulging through the tight trousers that he was wearing. That calf alone that you wanted to run your hands over. Then up to the chest, the muscles being able to be seen through his clothing, the cape, the glorious hair.
“Desire,” He said, raising an eyebrow at you. And his face - those LIPS. Zeus, you wanted to lick those lips, nibble them. But you forced yourself to look into his eyes.
“Yes I do,” You purred. “And it’s strange, isn’t it? I influence desire. I don’t usually do it. Something is going on and I think it involves us both.”
He was looking a little hot under the collar now that he was here. A little pained, even. His hand went to his back as he stood up to his full height - towering over you. It didn’t make you feel small. It made you feel vulnerable in the most delicious way.
“Never did trust anyone here,” Thor admitted. “Especially not Zeus.”
“Brains and brawn. A dangerous combination,” You said, slinking closer to him. “I almost thought about not calling you over but - I know you enjoy a good quest. We can get .... down and dirty into the investigation of why someone would want us together. Why someone would use Eros’s little bow and even smaller arrows to bring us here-“
“You think his arrows are small?” Thor asked. It was a fair question - they were subtle but they were long, to make sure that they pierced through armor, through clothing, through skin, sometimes through bone. Depending on how deep he wanted to make the desire. Yes, there were different levels.
“Compared to your hammer?” You said, lifting a finger to stroke down the handle of the hammer that he was still holding. He flinched, but didn’t deny you the pleasure. “Everything is small, Thor.”
“Fair,” Thor muttered. “You might have put us both in danger, bringing me here.”
“True, but better you know about the danger than remain ignorant somewhere it can find you anyway,” You hummed, fingers playing at his fist now. “If someone is after us, the where isn’t important, is it? At least here - with the knowledge - we have some control. We have some leverage. We know what to ....” Your eyes roamed his body then went back up to his eyes. ”-Look for.”
He huffed slightly, looking around, and you couldn’t help yourself. You put your hand on his jaw, focused his attention back down to you.
“They’re not gonna be stupid, honey, and be out in the open. Maybe we can lure them out.”
“How?” He asked, his eyes - though a cold blue - felt warm as they met yours. Oh, he was sweating. Getting hot under the collar. You moved in closer to him. Kept your hand against the bristle of his blonde facial hair.
“Give them what they want,” You whispered, your tongue flicking out to just touch at your bottom lip. “Maybe they wanted a show, nothing more. Won’t know unless we try.” You cocked your hip slightly. “What’s the harm in that, hmm? Having a good time?”
He looked around suspiciously again, his eyes wandering before inevitably finding their way back to you.
“It’s not the worst idea,” He said. With a smirk, you nodded, and a few tugs of rope later, you were naked, your already barely-hanging-on clothing now pooling around your ankles. Lifting one of your legs, bending it at the knee, you leaned against Thor, as if you were in the middle of a dance. His cheeks grew pink - no - red - darker than the cape that was around his shoulders. He was trying not to ogle. Cute.
“Don’t you feel cumbersome in all of that gear?” You cooed. “All this armor must get pretty heavy. Then again, you do very clearly have the muscles to hold it all up. Still - let me relieve you, just a little.”
You pressed on the snaps that released the cape, which went billowing dramatically to the ground. It joined your own garments, and hopefully, his.
“There, step one,” You said, keeping your eyes on his as you now started to feel the grooves in his armor. The straps that kept it up. And one by one, with a very talented flick of the wrist, you managed to disarm him.
His hand tightened around the hammer, as if for comfort - but you knew better than that. It was frustration. Sexual frustration was building. You could see it in the way that his veins started popping in his arms.
“You don’t even have to put that down,” You assured. “Even if I can think of something I’d rather you hold…”
He broke then. It was a wonder it took him so long. Must be the God in him.
You could use a little God in you, hardy har har.
He dropped Mjolner onto the ground - it hitting your clothes so there was no way you were going to be able to get them back on unless he lifted it again. One hand went to your waist and the other to your neck as he pressed his lips hungrily to yours. Warm. Slightly wet. Oh, the man used his chapstick, that much was evident from the softness of his lips while everything else felt so hard.
You moaned into it, your hand trailing to his behind, now that there wasn’t a cape in the way. You squeezed at that ass, firm like an apple. A small groan, and then a huff, came out of the large man, his breath causing heat on your lips. He was so - hot.
And so were you.
The desire was strong.
It was burning.
It was unnatural.
“Just - one minute,” He breathed. “Then we’ll find out what’s going on-“
‘Lure them out,” You purred, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Give them a damn good show.”
He groaned into the kiss once more, and then his hands started to wander over your garments, trying to find an entrance in - and as soon as he did, he started fondling every bit of flesh he could possibly touch.
The time for words was over, as was the time for thinking logically. You gave in to the strong feelings of love and lust that muddled together like paints on a canvas, and you two created your own art. Over and over again, your body like clay beneath his hands, molding into what he found the most attractive.
That was one of your greatest strengths. You could simply become what was wanted in the moment, to not only influence desire but to become what they were thinking, what they were fantasizing. You became his ideal.
When he finally sheathed himself inside of you, you could feel the thunder, oh baby, you could feel the lightning. You were ready to ride it to Asgard and back. The way that you were both so worked up, it felt like you had been holding off on this for a very long time. It had been building up.
First, he pinned you up against one of the walls of the Golden Temple. Your leg cocked around his waist, spreading yourself, letting him in, kissing up his neck as if every drop of sweat was the sweetest nectar.
You could feel that he was holding back, this strong man, and you weren’t going to stand for that. No, you took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back so that you were forced into looking at one another. Eye to eye. Both darkened with the magic that was searing through your veins.
“Don’t be afraid of breaking me, Mighty Thor,” You said. “I can handle the thunder.”
That was all the invitation that he needed. You went from wall to wall, different positions, hardly aware of the fact that around you, the pillars were falling from the shaking of his thrusts.
Debris was falling. Dust from the ancient structure as it started to crumble. But were you aware? No. How could you be with this glorious God of a man rutting into you like a creature possessed. How could you when orgasm after orgasm tightly wound your insides and then set them free in bursts of sparkling light from your very skin. Your pleasure left evidence. He would be glittering gold by the end of this.
You lost count, he lost count. But only once your powerful bodies were exhausted did you attempt to catch your breath, and take in the damage.
The columns were completely smashed. It was a wonder the roof hadn’t caved in on your heads - but given Thor’s muscles, he’d probably just be able to catch it. It looked like it was holding on by a thread though. “I think we should skedaddle,” You breathed out.
“We should what?” Thor asked, his eyebrows furrowing. That’s when you saw the cloud of dust as the roof started to shift, and you didn’t have time to explain your slang. You went action mode, grabbing onto his biceps, and rolling him off of the raised stone floor onto the grass. There was a cracking sound, and within seconds, the roof was down on the ground where you had just lain.
“Zeus is going to be pissed,” You said. And then you started to laugh. A full belly laugh that seemed impossible to stop once you started. Thor, to his benefit, looked just as amused, and then joined you.
“He’s going to be very angry,” Thor agreed, climbing onto his feet. That’s when he realized something and quit laughing. “My clothes were in there.”
That made you laugh even harder, taking hold of his large hand to get back onto your own feet. You continued to hold his hand, just so that you wouldn’t fall back over. The laughter was escaping too hard.
“Oh, mine are too, but you don’t see me frowning. Not sure anything could get me down after what we just did. Nope, I’m going to be walking on clouds for the foreseeable future.” Then you paused in your laughter and looked down between your legs. “If I can even walk. Damn, you really are a God.”
He gave you a sheepish smirk, half proud, half guilty.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, loverboy. It’s the kind of ache that I die for.”
As you two walk away to try to find some sort of garment that you could cover yourself up with, you miss the cursing Hercules who now realized that not only did he have to tell Zeus that you both managed to get away, despite being heavily distracted, but the Golden Temple was now in ruins.
You managed to steal some togas from Hermes;, the slippery man didn’t need them anyway. You knew all about how he liked to fly from person to person. Clothing didn’t stay on long.
“We should head outta here before Zeus finds out about his temple,” You said, slipping on the one sleeve. You pulled at the back of the fabric, trying to make it tighter against your front, then gave up. “Why are togas so shapeless? Literally everyone has a God-bod!”
“Let’s go back to Earth, I can think of places we can hide there,” Thor said, his hands going around your waist to steer you away the populated area. People were already starting to head towards the temple, having heard the crash.
You sighed, and walked ahead of him, avoiding the eyes of everyone who walked past. You two probably looked guilty as sin.
“I could use a visit to Midgard,” You hummed. “Been a while since I’ve seen my boys. Do you know Frank? Grumpy, wears a lot of black, hot bod? You two will get along. Probably.”
Imagine being one of the Fantastic Four (Five) with ice powers, and accidentally wrecking the Baxter Building with Johnny while practicing your powers together.
“Just think about it,” You said to Johnny. “How sick would it be if we could work together, in tandem? Fire and ice? Maybe I could even freeze your flames, you ever think about that?”
Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. The truth was, you two did work well together, in the Fantastic Five. He was the fire, and you were the ice - he could fly like a comet and you could slide over your own self-formed ice like you were a speed-skater.
“Seems a little dangerous - guess I’m in.”
An hour later, alarm bells were ringing hell in your ears, echoing throughout the entire building - or rather, what was left of it, anyway. The windows on the top three floors were blown out by the explosion that the combination of your powers created - fire and ice shards everywhere.
Sue was pissed. Luckily, the nursery had escaped the damage, so little Franklin was safe, but Sue and Reed’s bedroom was up in flame, destroying a lot of her designer dresses.
“Whose idea was it?” Sue asked, rubbing her temples, like the mother that she was.
You and Johnny exchanged glances and you already knew what he was going to do - try and cover for you. So you stepped forward before he could open his mouth.
“Mine,” You said. “It was my idea to see if we could … I don’t know, combine fire and ice somehow. I didn’t expect it to be so … explosive.”
“Well, you made a bomb,” Reed said with a small chuckle.
“Reed!” Sue said, looking towards him. “Don’t sound like you’re impressed!”
But you and Johnny grinned over at each other, feeling like you just got some praise from dad, even if mom was pissed.
Imagine being the God of Desire, and getting caught by Heimdall attempting to sneak into Asgard.
So maybe you were a bit more curious than you should have been - but out of all the realms, Asgard sounded like the most fun. After all, any place that managed to build a hunky hunk like Thor was bound to have plenty of eyecandy.
Right?
What you hadn’t expected was the tall mug of hot chocolate that greeted you after you had managed to sneak through the bifrost.
“You are intruding,” The golden-eyed God said, peering down on you. You seem to have caught him slightly offguard - not wearing the helmet and armor that the stories often depicted him in. No - he seemed -
Relaxed.
“Well hello sailor,” You said, your eyes flitting over him, the leather, the dreadlocks, the luminescence in his skin. “I can think of something I’d like for you to intrude.”
He stared, unblinkingly at you. You let out a sigh.
“Heimdall, right? Thor mighta mentioned me once or twice. My name and my game are the same, and it goes by Desire.”
He finally seemed to show some recognition. But his facade was still so serious. Regardless - you could think of a couple of ways to get that stern look to break.
“Ahh, your intruding comment makes sense now,” He said.
You smirked up at him.
“I mean, I’m thinking you could do more of a.... full scale invasion?”
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Imagine being the God of Desire and being distracted by Frank Castle working out.
You didn’t bother with knocking. If you walked in on something - well, all the better for you, wasn’t it? You knew that Frank hated it when you just waltzed in like this and yet - his door often remained surprisingly unlocked.Re
“Oh Frankie-boy,” You said, walking into the shitty apartment with a bag full of relaxation candles and massage oils -
Only to pause at the sight in front of you.
Shirtless Frank. Arms, chest and back out Frank. Pull-up Frank.
“What do you want, Des?” He grunted, his eyes focused more on his arms, like he was admiring his own veins as they stuck out from the exertion. The bag dropped from your hands, and you took a dew steps forward, catching the whiff of his sweat. Not entirely unpleasant.
“I forgot,” You said, shamelessly. “Those washboard abs washed away all the thoughts from my head.”
He scoffed but you could see the grin that he was hiding. The grin that sent a shiver of … well, desire, up your spine. You sauntered closer, leaving the fallen bag behind.
“Hey, think if I wrapped myself around your torso, you could still do that?” You asked, tracing a line down his abdomen, over the ripple of his bellybutton, down to the waistband of his pants. He grunted at you, sighed as if you were interrupting something important, then dropped down to the ground.
“If you came earlier, I’d be up for trying,” He said, eyeing you. “If I put on a shirt, will you remember what the fuck you came here for?”
You shook your head vehemently. “Nope. Unlikely. Better to just keep it off, Frankie.”
Imagine coming home after a rough day to your partner, Rossi.
As soon as you got home, you closed the door, turning the lock as you had done thousands of times before, and then rested your forehead against the cool wood. Taking a deep breath, you let out the last of the long, tough day that you had - only to find two steady hands latching onto your hips.
“Amore mio,” David’s smooth voice trailed through your ears, soothing a part of you that you didn’t realize was still holding onto the tension. You hadn’t been sure whether he’d be home - and you were relieved to find that he was. “What’s the matter?”
“Just a rough day,” You said, and you turned around to be in his arms. To look at his comforting face. He worked one of the hardest jobs in the world, and yet here he was, worried about you, when your job wasn’t nearly so gut-wrenching.
Gosh, you loved him.
“What I can do?” He asked, his hand moving towards your lower back, rubbing at it softly.
“This is enough,” You said, tucking your head into his shoulder and kissed his cheek, the softness of the shaved skin versus the bristles of his immaculately kept goatee. “More than enough.”
