18+ warning. Mature scenes and Language.
Marvel story that follows Freyja's story in finding not only love but possibly rekindling her relationships with her Brothers. Will it end well? Who knows, I don't.
Smut. Polymor, Threesomes. She's a Succubu...
"Anthony!!" I shouted, staring at myself in the long narrow mirror. Tony Stark came into my room, looking rather spiffy in his black tux.
"I told you not to call that, Soul Sucker." He warned me as he let his eyes glance at my dress. "Wow- You look like-"
"A Goddess!!" Meghan Stark exclaimed as the preteen ran past her father in her navy blue dress. "Like a goddess!" Tony rolled his eyes and smiled at his daughter.
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"I was going to see like a giant beautiful cake topper, but sure- We'll go with Goddess." He snarked, shooting me a playful wink. "So! Every tradition in the book says you are allowed one shot before you walk!" He started, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket and producing mini bottles of what I could only assume was alcohol. "So what's it going to be? I've got rum, whiskey- that one is mine, obviously." He rolled his eyes, stashing the bottle into his pocket. "Oo, feeling frisky? Maybe some tequila or vodka?" I laughed at him, taking the bottle of tequila from him. "Good choice, makes the honeymoon more adventurous." He winked, pulling his bottle of whiskey out and popping it open, "Cheers!" He said clinking our bottles.
"They're cheating on me." I declared, as I sat down in front of Tony Stark in the small bar we had been going to for our weekly drinks.
"They are not stupid enough to do that- Well maybe the Manchuria Candidate. Hydra did some freaky things to him. Might of messed with the few brain cells he had." Tony snarked with a snort.
"Tony! I'm serious. They've been avoiding me like the plague. Do I smell? Do you think I did something wrong? Oh my god. What if-what if they found someone that doesn't feed from them during sex?!" I whined, laying my head on my arms as I perched them on the table.
"Freyja, they aren't cheating on you or-" Tony paused his attempt at comforting me. I snapped my head up at him.
"Or what Tony??" I questioned as I saw him looking out the window. I moved my eyes to follow his gaze, there they were together, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. "Oh my god- did they find out they are secretly into each other!?" I cried out.
"Well-" I shot him a look, which he quickly raised his hands at me in a way of saying he means no harm. "They love you, Freyja. They are probably jus- Wait! Where are you going?!" He exclaimed jumping up to follow me out. I had grabbed my jacket and was already out the door. "Freyja!" Tony shouted, grabbing my arm. "Calm down. Your eyes are doing that witchy thing." I blinked at him, shaking my head as my eyes stopped glowing. "They love you. They would not cheat or leave you. That would be the stupidest thing they had ever done. And they have done plenty of stupid things. I mean, Steve thinks he looks good with that beard." Tony remarked, rolling his eyes with a slight smile. I nudged him with a laugh.
"He looks handsome with that beard." I protested.
"So, what exactly do I, your amazing Guy of Honor, do? You are dressed, had your shot and now we what? Wait?" Tony asked as he moved to the nice arm chair in the corner of the room. I shake my head laughing at him.
