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Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader
Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲)
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A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.
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You could feel him eyeing you across the room.
Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.
“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile.
Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it.
“Aren’t you driving tonight? Perhaps you should slow down,” Sam said as he carefully took your glass from your hand. “Chugging that in one go won’t do you any good.”
“Please, Sam. I’m a big girl. I can just walk back to my apartment.”
“First of all, you are tiny! Second, not a chance.”
“I can drive her back,” Scott came out of nowhere and plopped himself back next to Bucky. The other man grimaced, clearly annoyed that he didn’t understand what Sam was trying to do here.
“No,” Sam and Bucky said in unison, which Scott was taken aback by.
“Well, geez guys. Thanks.”
“What they meant to say is that Thor should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Bruce stepped in.
“Why Thor and not me?” Scott was clearly offended, and it was so obvious that he was unaware of the situation as well. “What is so special about Thor?”
“What about me?” came Thor's deep baritone voice, standing there and towering practically over everyone.
“You should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Sam said as a matter of factly.
“Agree,” Bucky concurred.
“Wait? Why him?” Scott asked, and Clint had to cover Scott's mouth with his hand before he leaned in and whispered something in his ears. Sam, Bucky, and Bruce all watched Scott’s face slowly morph into a knowing look. “Right. Ok, yeah, Thor! Be a gent and walk her home!”
“Ok,” he said suspiciously before downing the last of his drink, which barely gave him any buzz. “My lady?” He offered you a hand and you stared momentarily before you took it. All the guys were watching you with a knowing smile before you waved goodbye.
The walk was awkward to the point where you were no longer buzzing anymore. Thor was being Thor and was trying very hard to make small talk with you. Only for you to nod and smile because you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was here with you.
Once you reached the apartment, you invited him inside out of politeness.
“It’s a bit small, but y’know, it’s enough for me.”
“I think it’s a fitting space for you,” he commented as he seated himself easily on your sofa. You watched the way his mass frame took up the space, and it made you swallow hard, imaging yourself on his lap and just–
“I saw you were staring at me at the party earlier. Care to tell me why?”
The question took you by surprise because he sounded genuinely curious.
“Uh….”
“You’ve been avoiding me since I got back? Did I unknowingly offend you?”
“No. Not at all. I–it’s literally nothing, Thor. I promise. Wine?” you chirped as you tried to make an escape to your wine rack, only to find yourself being pulled back by a very strong arm. You didn’t realize a man his size could move so quickly and so quietly, but here you were being spun and landed right in his chest.
Your heartbeat was practically drummed against your ears, almost deafening you as you stared up. He was so much larger and stronger. His scent filled your nostrils. He smelled so delicious that your mouth started to salivate.
“I know that kind of look, little dove, so either tell me or I’m forcing it out of you. And you know, I’m very good at the second one.” His eyes twinkled with a promise, and you had no doubt that he was capable of it.
You chewed on your lips and you watched the way his eyes seemed to darken like a stormy sky.
“Don’t tease me,” you said helplessly, knowing that your admission might ruin whatever little relationship you have with him. “But I like you.”
“You do?” he asked with a genuine smile. You could see a hint of red dust on his cheeks, and suddenly you understood why you have a crush on him in the first place. The man was like a golden retriever.
You nodded. “I don’t expect anything in return, so don't look at me weirdly…”
“Why would I ever look at a beautiful woman weirdly?”
Oh God, now he has done it. You could feel your breath leaving you. You forgot how charming he could be too. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked sheepishly. Your eyes suddenly couldn’t meet him.
“I think you are beautiful. Small, delicate, but capable. Every time I look at you, I just want to scoop you up in my arms and kiss you until I’m drunk.”
“Oh. Wow. Um,” you chuckled nervously. “You do?”
He nodded as he sat down on the sofa, his large hand was still holding you. “Yes. Like right now…” he said as he pulled you in until you were straddling him. “If you don’t want this, you can hop right off, and I shall return to the party. We can pretend like nothing ever happened.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’m all yours, little dove.”
You stared at him for a long moment before you leaned forward, your mouth covering his in a deep, hard kiss. His scent flooded your senses.
He groaned when he could feel you sitting atop the hard ridge of his erection. It was obvious that he was as ready as you are.
“Come here.” His voice was deep and husky, making your skin prick with goosebumps despite the warmness that radiated off of his body.
“Where?” you asked. Your voice was barely a whisper as you stared deep into his eyes, getting lost in them. If there ever was such a thing, his eyes were like fire in a bottomless ocean– the sort of passion trapped underneath a glacier that had frosted over millennia before, yet burned hotter than the sun.
“My mouth. It would please me greatly if you let me lap up all that sweet, decadence honey of yours.”
You wanted to moan out loud by the way he finished off his sentences with a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. You hastily bunched up your dress and Thor helped you remove your panties. You forced yourself up slowly before you knelt astride his head; one knee on the edge of the couch while the other on the armrest of the sofa, spreading yourself out wide, giving him a clear view of your glistening pussy.
His large, calloused hands slid up your thighs, and his breath fanned over your needy cunt, making you shudder slightly. Thor slowly squeezed your ass, causing you to whimper softly.
And then he started to lick you in a long and deliberate lap. His hand was kneading the back of your thighs as he settled into a feast, gliding his tongue along your list before he pushed into the folds, dipping inside you in shallow penetrations.
You couldn’t help but clutched the back of the sofa as you tried very hard to hold onto whatever was left of your sanity. Your legs shook slightly, almost wavering by the weight of the profound pleasure. You found yourself rocking your hips into his mouth, relishing the way his beard grazed against your inner thighs.
He would concentrate on that one spot that made you strain and cry out before he returned to stroke across your slit back and forth. He kept on doing this until your legs began to shake.
“Do not come,” he warned. His deep rumbling voice seemed to send a tremor right through your throbbing pussy as he gave your ass another squeeze.
You whimpered at that. How could he demand such a thing from you when he was so good at this?!
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he said before he gave your pussy another long, tantalizing lick. His nose brushed against your clit, and it made your thighs twitch a little.
“Please hurry,” you whined before you removed yourself from his mouth.
This earned a disapproving grunt from him.
“So impatient,” he said before he hastily removed his pants. He was long and thick like you’ve always suspected. Dark blond hair dusted the hard plane of his stomach all the way down. His cock arched up to his stomach. The pink, fat tip of his cock was already glistening as beads of precum leaked out of the slit.
He was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and it made your mouth salivate. You know he was going to fuck your brain out and rearrange your inside.
You swallowed hard as your palm slowly wrapped around him. Thor turned and looked at you with half-hooded eyes.
“Look how tiny your hand is. You can barely wrap your hand around me,” he said, biting his lower lips. “How is your cunt going to fit me, huh?” he asked.
“We’ll find out,” you said as he slowly pumped his shaft up and down. Your eyes are still glued on him, watching the way he inhaled through his nose. Thor spread his muscular thighs apart, giving you more room.
You hummed at the obvious invitation. Clearly, Thor wanted you to do as you please. He was willing to be used by you, and that just made your pussy throb even more.
A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as his palm slid down to your ass. You could feel the tip of his digits prodding at your entrance while the other was holding the base of his cock, slowly tapping the head against your cheek, urging you to open up.
You glared before your tongue darted out to lick the slit. His eyes gleamed as he grinned. A soft hiss slipped past your lips when he plunged his two fingers inside you.
“So tight for me, little dove. Are you sure you can fit me?” he asked again, but he didn’t let you answer. Instead, Thor grabbed the back of your head and shoved the fat tip right into your mouth. You could only answer with a muffled moan. “Your mouth can barely fit my cock. Come now, you can do better than this. Relax your jaw for me,” he mumbled as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.
Thor would praise you when you moaned into his dick. The vibration pleased him greatly that he had to stop himself from thinking about fucking your mouth. He needed to hold out because he wanted to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, so dripping and so warm. He could see himself staying there and burying himself till the morning came.
“Alright, little dove. Let's see if you can in fact fit me,” he mumbled before he gently pulled your mouth off of him. His eyes glimmered at the way your drool was dripping down your chin, and the way you wet his shaft so nicely.
You moved to straddle him again while he lined the head of his cock near your entrance. With both hands on his broad shoulders, you slowly sank down onto him, taking him inches by inches. You winced at the way he stretched you out. It felt like you were swallowing fire, only for it to feel like a never-ending mix of pleasure and pain.
Thor sucked in his breath. His hands were clutching the armrest for dear life as you swallowed him slowly. Every part of him felt like being choked and squeezed to the limit. He tried his hardest to not plunge into you then and there, splitting you open till he filled you up with his cum.
You could feel the way his muscles strained and corded at the effort of sitting still. He knew if he moved too soon, he would risk making you come too soon.
You bit your lips as you continued to glide slowly up and down his long shaft. He filled you too full and too much that was hard to even think. Your brain is filled with nothing but the feel of being stuffed by his cock. His heat and his hardness took your breath away every time you sank all the way down until your ass hit his thighs; the head of his cock struck deep, and the sound that slipped from your lips was nothing you ever thought you were capable of: raw and needy.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, hands stroking your thighs as his back arched, pushing his muscular chest against yours. You mewled at the way your hard nipples brushed against his hard chest. His calloused hands were still on your ass, holding you and guiding you when your movement got too clumsy.
Occasionally, he would help lift you up when your thighs gave out, sheathing you all the way down before lifting you up again with little effort.
“Shh, it’s ok,” he cooed when your thighs gave out entirely. Your body slumped forward, legs shaking. His rough fingers stroked your spine, murmuring sweet nothing. “I’ll give it to you. Let me take care of you, little dove.”
Thor lifted you up as he pushed his hips upward, stroking you with breathless thrust. His name slipped from your lips as you buried your face in his neck. Fire and pleasure licked your inside every time he hit that one spot again, making your breath hitched in your throat.
He lowered you again before lifting you up, fucking you upward into your greedy hole. The squelching sounds filled the room along with your panting and mewling. His chest rose and fell against your breasts, eliciting a new kind of pleasure.
“How’s that feel?” he panted as he held your hips in place. He could feel you close to falling apart in his arms as he began thrusting with determination. He was relentless, withdrawing himself all the way out before plunging balls deep inside you.
“So good, baby. So fucking good,” you sobbed. You tried very hard to hold on to his shoulders–just something to brace yourself for the slap of his hips against yours. He felt too good and you were more than ready to be ripped apart by your orgasms and Thor could feel it too.
“Come for me, sweet dove,” he spoke through his gritted teeth as he brutally thrust into you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you flushed against his body. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
You came with a loud shout. Your body spasmed as rapture ripped through you with a white-hot release. The rippling wave of your orgasms washed over you. Your pussy was practically squeezing his thick cock, milking him till he couldn’t help but moan.
Thor was still fucking you, using you so he could reach his own release too. He easily flipped you over. His large body covered yours while he drove his hips in and out of you with vigor. Each thrust sent your body forward while you laid there, too paralyzed from the afterglow of your orgasms.
Thor hauled your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. He was so impossibly deep that every time he pulled back, no noise came out of you.
His lips pulled back into a snarl. His nostrils flared, and fingers dug into your skin as his release exploded, filling you up with nothing but his sticky, white cum. His body strained above you as he crushed you to his chest. If you weren’t too cock drunk already, you could have sworn you heard a crack of thunder outside.
You didn’t know how long both of you stayed there. The soft panting and heavy breathing filled the silence as the rain began to slowly pour outside. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His golden lock stuck to his neck and he pulled back to look at you. Adoration filled his gaze as his lips moved to brush against your cheeks.
You were still warm and feverish from one hell of orgasm he just gave you. “I’m scared if you pull out now,” you mumbled, nuzzling his neck. You could feel his dick soften inside you.
Thor chuckled. “Why so?”
“Well, you did come inside me…and like you came a lot, Thor.”
“And?”
“This couch is very expensive…if you pull out now, your cum will get everywhere. Like everywhere.”
Thor chuckled. “You are so strange, little dove. Fine, if that’s worrying you, we shall go wash up.”
You barely have time to ask him when he easily picks you up, his dick still inside you while he easily walks to your bathroom. His larger form dwarfed everything inside your apartment.
With one arm still wrapped around you, Thor turned on the shower. You moaned at the way the hot water felt against your skin. Slowly, he set you down and the moment he pulled out, you winced at the way his cum was dripping down your inner thighs. You shuddered slightly.
“Holy shit, Thor,” you mumbled as you looked up, he only flashed you a charming smile. His large hand was on the nape of your neck before he leaned in and kissed you. He was so soft and so gentle, a duality from earlier love-making sessions.
You could feel his cock slowly getting hard again, and your palm mindless found him once more.
“You’re going to kill me with your appetite,” you mumbled as he stroked him. Thor rested his chin on your head. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his cock slowly came to life once again.
“Killing you is the last thing on my mind,” he murmured before he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his taut waist. Thor pressed your back against the shower wall as he slowly ground his hips against your aching cunt. Every part of you came alive as fire flowed in your veins.
Once again, you found your pussy throbbing and pulsating when he just filled you up not too long ago. The hot water didn’t help either when all you wanted was to be fucked hard and rough.
You and Thor moaned in unison when he entered you swiftly, thrusting inside you with intent. He wasn’t being careful anymore as he crushed you against his large body. You were groaning with desperation as your arms wrapped around his neck. Incoherent moaning filled the bathroom as hot water splashed against his back. It wasn’t long till Thor pulled another orgasm out of you, making you slump in his arms. You felt spent and weak.
“Please, I can’t,” you pleaded with him. Thor only kissed your neck once more before he pulled himself out. “You killed me, Thor. How am I going to function now?”
“Please, this is just the beginning, little dove. I’m just getting started,” he winked and you knew you were in for a long weekend with the God of Thunder.
Meanwhile, at the party, Sam, Bucky, and Bruce clang their beer together with a knowing smile on their faces as another lightning struck out in the far distant sky. Scott once again was the only one that was oblivious.
“They fucked didn’t they?” Clint asked as he stared out at the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was practically pouring outside. The other three men nodded before taking another swig of their beer. “Good for them,” Clint said before he took a sip of his own drink. “Good for them.”
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Always Just One More
Thor x plus size reader
Thor is insatiable for you and being in public won’t stop him
Warnings: smut, fingering, overstimulation, exhibitionism, sex (kind of) in a public place, Natasha knows all, references to oral and sex toys
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Thor loved to give you orgasms. It was his favourite pastime besides playing video games. Eating you out, fucking you, controlling a vibrator or dildo he slipped into you, all of it was great to him! He was hypnotised by the way your eyebrows would scrunch as you drew closer to your end, how your breathing changed and how your already tantalising scent got even sweeter.
But by far his favourite way of making you cum was with his fingers. He could watch as you were pinned to the bed or the couch or the kitchen counter (anywhere really) and be forced to take his thick fingers assaulting that little spot inside of you that made your bones go to jelly. It was a massive ego boost to have you fall apart on just one of his fingers. And he especially loved walking around for the rest of the day with your scent soaked into the rough skin of his hands.
But his most cherished part of having you like this was that he could do it in public.
The bar was just crowded enough that no one was bothered by the fact that you were sitting on his wide lap, the large skirt of your 50’s-style dress fanned out over his thighs. Everyone’s eyes were hazy with the copious amounts of alcohol they had ingested in the hour they had been there. Even the self-righteous Steve was flushed to the tips of his ears.
Thor’s lips were pressed to the side of your head and to anyone else, this would have looked like a loving gesture between partners but dear god you knew better. Beneath your skirts, his huge palms kept your plump legs spread as his fingers toyed with your clit, your ruined panties tucked safely in his pocket .
“Come on, just one more. One more and then we’re done.” That was a damn lie. He had said that two orgasms ago when your brain could actually form somewhat coherent thoughts. His black jeans were stained even darker with your wetness and his throbbing bulge was pressed tightly to your outer thigh.
The noise of your companions and the other patrons of the club faded to a dull white noise as your ears began to ring. Thor held you tighter to him as you squirmed.
You whined pitifully as his fingers dipped down to your entrance, scooping up remnants of your release to push back inside of you. Your hips rolled down into his hand despite the burn of overstimulation that radiated from your core. A chuckle rumbled through his broad chest and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.
“That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl. Cum one more time and then I’ll take you home and ravish you.” For a brief moment, you came back to your senses, just in time to see Natasha’s green eyes trained on you, a wicked smirk upon her lips. But before you could warn your beau or even make a sound, your fifth release of the night washed over you and you went boneless in Thor’s arms.
“Hey Point Break!” Tony called over the din, his voice slurred, “Think you need to take Ms Daisy home!” The others groaned at the dumb nicknames but the god smiled.
“I think you are right!” He seized onto the suggestion, “Come on my love, we should get you into bed.” Some of the others gave a whoop. He gently lowered you to the floor, your heels barely touching the sticky wood before an arm wrapped around your thick waist, keeping you upright as your knees buckled.
“Take good care of our girl!” Natasha called out as you were being led away and Thor looked back over his shoulder, throwing her a wink.
“I always do!”
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I know who you pretend I am
Loki x Female Reader (Thor x reader)
18+ | contains character death, mourning, smut, angst - it’s literally like 3 in the morning but I just had this idea and HAD to get it out so I could sleep peacefully 😂 apologies in advance for my grammar or anything, it’s late.
“It should have been you.” You wept, tears blurring your vision as you stormed towards Loki, digging your finger into his chest. “It should have been you.” You continued to cry, your fists clenching before you nudged him backwards, Loki unwavering as you took your frustrations out on him. It should have been him, he agreed. Given the chance he would have switched places with Thor, he had so much more to live for, he had you and now you were alone, he was alone. “You promised” you sniffled against Loki’s chest, his hand ghosting your back as he contemplated whether you’d find the gesture comforting or smoldering if he was to place it there “you said he’d come back safe.” You almost whispered, your cries silent now as your shoulders shook. Making his mind up, Loki placed his hand on your back, pulling you into him as he fought down his own emotions allowing you to grieve.
It wasn’t long before you grew tired, body limp in Loki’s grip as he supported you, almost carrying you to your bedroom. Once you both reached, he pulled the duvet back, stepping away from you as you got into the bed. Standing at the door, Loki’s gaze lingered on you for a moment as he imagined how you’d cope from now on. He knew you felt alone now but he was certain you weren’t. He promised he’d look after you, regardless of how much you pushed him away; it was his final promise to his brother and he was intent on keeping this one.
Going into his own room, Loki almost collapsed onto his bed as the emotions he had been keeping down began bubbling to the surface. When it first happened, he felt shocked, angered, an anger that turned into a bloodbath of revenge as he took it from every hopeless soul that stood in his way before coming face to face with the one who took Thor’s life. He brought death to the wicked creature slowly, leisurely, the act almost making him smile as he began to feel relief before it dissipated. He had gotten his revenge but Thor was still dead. At least he’d be able to tell you that Thor’s death had been avenged. He knew you wouldn’t ask straight away but the question would come eventually, now he’d be able to tell you exactly how he got his revenge. For now, he could all but cry and keep his promise to Thor.
“Promise me you will not leave her.”
“Thor I—”
“Brother, promise me you’ll look after her.”
“I promise.”
The next day came however you didn’t move. You remained still, in bed, silent tears running down your cheeks as you begged to be awoken from this nightmare. You didn’t speak, nor did you the next day, or the next. By the end of the week, your voice was hoarse as you told a concerned Loki to leave you alone.
The following week was a little bit kinder to you. The sun shone for what felt like the first time, warming your cheeks and covering them with a new sensation, hope. You stood up and walked towards the window allowing more of the sun to stroke your face. You smiled, it was almost painful, the muscles in your face not remembering the gesture. Just as you were about to close your eyes and bask in the yellow glow, the door knocked.
“Can I come in?” Loki spoke from outside, holding a tray of food like he had been doing the past two weeks however this time, you allowed him in. Loki pushed the door open, gaze focused on your bedside table where he sat the tray down before realising you weren't in bed. Glancing up, he saw you standing at the window, eyes closed as the sun cast an ethereal glow around you. Cautiously he approached you, unable to stop the small smile that formed on his lips as he saw your face. He realised he had almost forgotten what you looked like, it had been so long since he had seen you. The mission he embarked on with Thor was a long one and the only time he saw your face when he came back was when there was fury and desolation painted across it unlike now. Now he was looking at a different you, a healed you, a new you. He could see the sadness lurking beneath your smile, the heartbreak, the woe but he could also see the determination of your tense body trying to keep those emotions at bay.
“It’s a nice day.” You spoke, the first normal sentence you had said in what felt like forever.
“Yes.” Loki agreed, turning his focus to outside as he stood next to you.
“I think I’m going to take a walk.” You said evenly, opening your eyes and glancing at Loki who had his eyes closed.
“I could come with you, if you’d like.” He suggested, unsure of how you’d respond. A thick silence settled between you both as Loki awaited your answer. You wanted to say no, you wanted to hate him, blame him, hit him but you knew he mourned too. You could hear him sometimes, in the silence of the night, sleep plagued with terror before he’d wake up gasping or more painfully, calling out for Thor. It was those times you remembered that you may have lost your beau but Loki had lost his brother. He was hurting too. No doubt feeling alone too. So you said yes and soon, the two of you went on a walk.
The walk was quiet, both of you silent as you wandered through the local park letting the sun coat your skin. It felt nice to be outside. The sound of people around you drew you out of the recluse part of your mind and you let yourself forget about your own life for a moment as you focused instead on the sound of laughter. It was blissful. You were content in this new reality until Loki quickly spun you around causing you to snap back to reality.
“Let’s go this way.” He insisted.
“What are you doing?” You huffed, moving out of his grip and turning around before you were met by a large poster advertising Rogers which was seemingly a new musical. You instantly teared up as you looked at the depiction of Thor, Loki placing his hand on your shoulder. “Stop!” You snapped, moving out of his grip and towards the poster. Reaching it, you ran your fingers across his name as tears began brimming in the corners of your eyes.
“Y/n I’m sorry.” Loki apologised, standing next to you.
“It’s not your fault” you replied, Loki’s eyes rounding as he heard your words. He knew you only meant the poster but it was comforting nonetheless. “None of it is your fault.” You added, Loki’s gaze turning to yours as he heard you. He couldn’t help himself as his lip began to tremble before he cleared his throat, composing himself. “I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you.”
“You don’t need to apologise.” He insisted.
“I’m so sorry” you whispered, turning to face him as a tear rolled down your cheek “I just—I miss him and I feel so alone.”
“Y/n” Loki began, wiping the tear from your cheek “you are not alone.” He insisted, pulling you against him as he hugged you and for once since it happened, you didn’t feel alone.
The next few months were slow as you and Loki began building a friendship, seeking company in one another’s presence. Occasionally he’d cook and the two of you would eat together. The first time was awkward, neither of you knowing what to say but now it was almost routine. You began looking forward to dinner with Loki.
More months passed and the both of you grew more comfortable around eachother in the sense that neither of you hid your emotions anymore. There were times you woke up in a good mood and others you woke up feeling as if Thor had just been taken away from you. Those mornings, the teary ones, Loki was always there to calm you, to reassure you, to hold you. You returned the favour, aiding him at night when he’d awake gasping for air. You’d sometimes tell him a short story about something you had experienced, he liked those, they soothed him. Both of you often shared your memories about Thor, both of you finding solace in them.
As it approached the anniversary of Thor’s death, the two of you grew quiet again, neither of you wanting to face the fact that it had been a whole year without him. You almost felt guilty remembering all the times you had smiled since his passing, the times you had laughed, the short moments where you had forgotten him all together and allowed yourself to simply exist. They made you feel peccant. You knew Loki felt the same; he stopped cooking, he stopped speaking to you. You missed him. Before, it seemed impossible to live in the same place as someone and to almost forget their face yet that’s how you felt about Loki, you had forgotten his face, his smile, his warming company. You had to fix this so you decided you’d cook for a change.
Smelling something burning from his room, Loki quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbing the fire blanket and tossing it over the small fire you had started on the stove.
“I’m such an idiot” you scolded yourself “I just wanted to make something for us to eat but I’ve ruined it.” You continued. Loki could tell you were growing very upset.
“Calm down.” He tried to soothe you.
“No!” You exclaimed, throwing the utensil you had in your hand at the wall “I just wanted to—to surprise you. I wanted us to eat together and n—now I’ve—” you stuttered, beginning to cry.
“Its okay” Loki smiled, holding your cheeks in his hands as he got your attention “how about I clean up and you can order food?” He suggested.
“Where have you been Loki?” You murmured, looking into his eyes “I’ve missed you, where have you been?”
“I’ve been right here.” He answered.
“No” you sniveled, “you haven’t.”
Loki had to blink back his own tears as he looked down at you, you looked so forlorn, he had abandoned you. He had unknowingly pushed you away so much and he regretted it, deeply.
“Loki” you uttered “I need you.”
Your words reverberated through his body as he tried to process the meaning behind them. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning into you, pressing his lips softly against yours. He hated himself, he knew that you were going to push him backwards and maybe even slap him or at least he thought you would. He was shocked when you pulled away for a moment before standing on your tiptoes and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. His hands found your back as he pulled you against him, deepening the kiss. Your hands flew up to his hair, running your fingers through the tame, obsidian tendrils causing Loki to almost shiver. You felt perfect underneath his hands. Pushing you backwards, Loki sat you on the dining table, standing between your legs as he continued kissing you. His lips ventured to your neck, your chin tilting up towards the ceiling granting him further access as he pulled at your shirt, wanting to kiss more of your skin.
His lips met yours again with a newfound ferocity as your fingers worked his belt buckle before undoing it. Loki pushed your legs further apart as you lifted your skirt after pulling your panties down your legs. He was quick with pulling his cock out of his boxers and guiding it straight to your moist centre.
Both of you exhaled as he pushed inside, your tight walls clenching around him already; it had been so long. He moved in and out of you at a steady pace, both of you reveling in the feeling of something as habitual as sex. Your eyes were closed tightly, Loki’s were open. He regarded you with laudation in his eyes, it made him feel iniquitous. He had to stop himself from moaning your name as your hands found his back, traveling underneath his shirt where your nails drew harsh lines. Your legs wrapped around his, holding him in place, inviting him further inside. In this moment, for the first time, he felt whole. You completed him.
“Fuckk” you moaned, Loki speeding his thrusts as he heard you. You sounded seraphic in this moment. “Right theree” you mewled, nails digging into his shoulders; it was a thrilling pain “just like that” he was certain your voice alone could drive him to completion “Thorrr” you whimpered, your voice sounding unmelodious to him now.
Your eyes flew open as you realised your blunder. Your gaze met Loki’s as he paused his movements.
“I’m sor—” you began.
“No, I’m sorry” he quickly apologised, pulling out of you “I got carried away.”
“Loki wait.” You called after him, pulling your skirt down as you stood. “Don’t leave me.” You added worriedly causing Loki to stop in his tracks.
“Y/n, you’ve always got me.” He assured, turning around to face you. “Just not like that” he added quietly “it was too soon, I’m sorry.” He apologised again before leaving you standing horrified in the middle of the kitchen.
Loki’s in his Mitski era 🥺
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Green dress ☆
Thor x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, alcohol, age gap [thor is obv. pretty old], oral [fem receiving], making out, breast play, pinning
Word count: 1,7k
Summary: y/n craves the feeling of the god of thunder to be with her, to make her feel good, it so happens that he finally catches up and do what she‘s been dreaming of.
A/N: this is my first one-shot to be posted on here, I’m not that good in writing smut as yet, I’m trying to get better <3
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His hands. His veiny, strong hands. His long, thick fingers which are worthy of wielding Mjølnir, they don't leave your mind. Your legs press together at the dirty thoughts popping up in your head, you were needy for the god of thunder to make you scream his name. Watching him flipping his hammer around in the air, catching the handle on his palm before doing the same move again. Your hands fidget with each other inpatient, you needed him here and now, pleasing you and your sensitive parts.
Your heart skipped a beat when you looked directly into the deep blue eyes, feeling how intimidating they were and how they looked deeply into your soul. A smirk appeared on the god's lips when he noticed your pressed legs and your hands covering your midsection, rubbing your palms together in nervousness.
A storm of butterflies mixed with lightning impulses flew around in your lower tummy- this man has a lot of impact on you, and he damn well knew this. His eyes never returned their gaze to somewhere else, they stayed at you, scanning your petite curves up and down and licking his lips at this specific view. Your breast was on display from where on the satin green dress fell down your body, only hanging from your shoulders by golden straps. Your hair was tied up in a beautiful, slick ponytail, some glitter sparkling in the strands from the special hairspray you used. All of this was caught in the god's eyes, not one thing went unnoticed and his stares burnt deeply in your skin.
Slowly, you started shuffling on the brown leather couch you sat on, receiving a rather confused look by the person sitting next to you- Bucky. You awkwardly smiled up to him, containing all your emotions and thoughts and breathed a soft „I'm good" over your lips before returning your attention back to the blonde man who.. disappeared?
Your eyes swift around in a fast move, stopping at blonde locks leaving the room to go upstairs. Your eyes widened, how can he tease you like that, make your body needy like that and then leave?
"I'll use the bathroom quickly" you say, resting your hand on the soldiers shoulder and gifting him a sweet smile of yours before jumping up and following Thor.
Your feet brought you to the direction where he walked past by just seconds ago, but he was nowhere to see-
"M'lady." The sudden voice of the person you've been searching for a few minutes appeared out of a room. Has he been waiting there for you?
Your eyes met his when a vicious smirk appeared on his pink, thin lips.
"As much as i love the gown you're wearing, I'd rather ask you..." he steps closer to you, the storm of butterflies heading back into your stomach, "may I take it off?" Your skin reddened with blush, a shiver ran down your spine and your eyes grew wide just a little bit. You felt your breath hitching through your lungs- for the first time actively.
Your eyes fell down on his lips- god, you wanted to kiss him so bad right here and now, but answering his question before you can, was the better choice to take.
"Y-Yes." You quickly breathed over your lips when you met the blue eyes of his once again, they sparked with a tiny bit of lust. His smirk grew wider.
What the hell is so fucking attractive that he has such an impact on you?
He grabbed your arm and swiftly pulled you inside the bathroom, you let out a surprised groan at his movement. His hand pressed you against the still opened door, closing it with your body weight which made you let out a scoff. Finally, the warmth of his hand touching your skin let a shiver run down your spine and you felt a pulse at your core. A pulse you haven't felt in a long time. His hand now moved next to your waist, grabbing the key of the door as he swiftly turned it to the right, locking the door and making sure by pulling at the knob. Now it's just the two of you, alone in a bathroom which is close by the living room where several fellow team members have a relaxing night.
He doesn't have to say anything, the eyes he gave you, the stares, the grin... his mimics and looks told you how much he wanted you, how inpatient he has been. The warm, gold chains from your dress fell down your shoulders and hang down your arms, leaving your upper chest part more exposed than it already had been. The god licked his lips and eagerly pressed his lips on your skin next to your collarbone. You moaned. It was on accident, or not, but the sudden touch caught you by surprise.
His hands squeezed the flesh around your waist, pulling you closer to his muscular body, closer to his lips. All of this could be a dream, but it's not, you feel the breath of him hitting your skin, how he sucked at your sensitive skin and how he kissed over every single part of your neck era. It felt like a dream.
You didn't know where to put your hands, you had them every where on him. His shoulders, his back, his abs and his sides.. Everywhere you could reach, until you couldn't. He pulled away from your body and grabbed your small hands into his large ones, only the look of the size comparison had you getting weak. With ease, he pulled them up above your head and kept them there.
An erotic grin drew his lips and he moved forward your chest, biting the satin fabric of your dress and pulling it down slowly. Your breath hitched. He doesn't know what he's doing with you, what this does with you. Once the cold air hit your nipples, they grew hard, hard for him. He gave you one last look before his hot tongue made contact with your left breast, licking over the intimate part. Your knees fell weak, but he held you in place, he had the upper hand and you loved it.
Usually it has been you who's dominant around the team, who's always in charge, leading them into war and out of it, but if it's about having fun at night? Having Sex with someone? You prefer to be led by them.
His tongue played with your nipples, switching from one to another over and over, every now and then sucking at them, making you blur out a soft moan.
"Thor.." it caught his attention. The mix of whispering and moaning got him excited, more than he's been already.
"What's the matter, dove?" He gently asked, worrying any negation now. Did he take it too far? Have you gotten uncomfortable? something he didn't notice as yet was your underwear. By now it was soaked wet, he teased you too much, let you wait too long - not that you didn't love it, you did, but you can't wait any longer.
"Please.." was everything you could say, closing your eyes and softly and moaning at the imagination of him between your legs, eating every inch of your pussy like it was his last desert. You don't blame him for not catching up on what you've been up to, what you wanted him to do, it feels like both of you haven't had sex in a long time, he probably for longer than you.
"Just take this dress off.." something he didn't let him be told twice. His hands let go of yours and pulled your gown completely off your curves, leaving you standing there in hot black lingerie. Only one layer of fabric covering the part that has been dripping the whole time for him. His eyes fell down at them, he couldn't see the wetness coming through, but he felt it in some way. He kneeled down and grabbed your right leg, gently putting it over his shoulder to have a better look at what he's about to make his dinner.
His lips traveled down your inner thigh, getting closer to the heat he's in guilt for. Once his lips made contact with the fabric over your pussy, you whined. You've been craving this feeling for as long as you can remember and it felt magical. Only a bit of touch made you shiver and weak for him.
The sound he made when he realised how wet you were, is like a mix of moans and groans. He probably wants to get into it straight away, but he tortures both, you and him, with keeping the teasing going.
But he couldn't.
He made your foot touch the floor again, as well as your panties the moment they landed next to his legs. As quick as your leg was straight, as quick it was bend over his shoulder again, with his head between your legs, his tongue sliding through your wet dripping folds. The moan that escaped your mouth was immense, exploding almost. It felt amazing, you knew already that you don't want him to stop anytime soon, you want to be unable to walk the next morning.
His tongue explored every inch of your pussy, stopping at your clit that was swollen red already. He teased the bundle of nerves with his flicking movements, making you moan more and more. You tried your best to keep them quiet, but oh heaven you couldn't. Those were music to Thor's ears to be exact, he doesn't want you to stop.
"Fuck- Thor.." the air in your lungs was caught in tightness, you felt how a knot in your abdomen grew and grew the rougher he went on you. He moaned along with you, he was turned on by your noises and hip thrusts that only intensified.
This felt like an eternity but it was only 3 minutes until the knot in your stomach explode. Your one hand flew on your mouth to suppress the moans escaping, whilst the other clawed into his long blonde hair. You gasped for air, breathing heavily through your nostrils as you slowly calmed down from your high.
"That's how I like it, dove.."
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Changed Places
Pairing: CEO! Thor x Female Reader
Words: 1680
Summary: When the choice to try something new guides reader to the gym she has no idea what future awaits here...
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, mentions of oral (f), hints of poly
A/N: *gasp* A Thor fic?! Yes I know, very different for me but I'm challenging myself! I hope you all enjoy it and want more Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
Tiny droplets of the crying sky showered the windshield as you made it through the busy LA streets. Your eyes dart left, right, even peering through the rearview mirror before placing your eyes back on the road in front of you. No matter the amount of rain, all the drivers seemed to have acted as if it were their first time on the road. The slightest swerve from any car made goosebumps prickle your skin.
You hated driving in the rain. Hated it so much that you tried to avoid it as much as possible, or have Neil take you where you needed to go — which he declined almost all the time. If it didn’t have anything to do with him, he didn’t see the need for him to chauffeur you around.
“You’re a big girl. You don’t need me…” he would say lazily as he trudged back upstairs to converse with strangers he owed not a second to. As the years of your marriage crept by, the concern he had for you grew less and less.
Which is why you decided to try this new venture all by yourself. Going to the gym wasn’t new to you but you thought that if you lost a few pounds of the marriage weight and toned up, that maybe, just maybe, Neil would take a first and a second look at you. But it seemed he was more interested in his job, games, and occasional women than you.
It hurt in the beginning, being put second. But each hurtful moment just made your skin thicker and your feelings nonexistent. An exit out of your marriage was weighing heavily on you and, shamefully, you could admit that you had thought about darting towards that exit more than once.
You thought about your failing marriage and all that would come if you decided to choose yourself just this once. How your family would feel and what they would think of you for ending a marriage that might have worked out.
But when it came down to it… you were unhappy. The only thing that made you even crack a smile was the success at your job, and being one of the top performers there. With each promotion, your heart soared. Only for it to be broken the minute that you would tell Neil.
He had a way of making your accomplishments an insult to his lackluster career and would even choose to sulk than congratulating you. One thing about you — stagnation was out of the question. You were either going to end this marriage as it was or try your hardest to bring the spark back. Even if Neil wasn’t the least bit interested in putting in the effort.
Here you stand outside of the gym, clutching the nylon strap over your shoulder as you take a deep breath and pull open the door. The cool air of the industrial air conditioning system hits you in the face like a strong breeze. It felt welcoming and the air lingered with a faint citrus smell.
You were met with the front desk, the top of it decked in marble, and the gold lettering in front of it beamed like no other. A woman flipped through the New Asgard Monthly Magazine behind it, peeking over the current issue as you approached. She calmly placed it down and motioned for you to come closer.
She had a warm smile that could go either way but you were determined to get this introduction over with so that you could start your new journey. With another deep breath taken, you stroll to the front desk, unzipping your duffel bag to present your wallet, in case you needed to present any identification.
The woman studied you for a moment, giving you a once over before she began to speak, “Welcome to Valhalla Fitness, I am Eleni. Do you have a membership?” she smiled softly, giving you time to speak as she leaned further forward in her seat.
You cleared your throat, adjusting the strap over your shoulder again, “N-no. I don’t. It’s one of the reasons why I’m here. I’d like to get one today if that’s possible,” it was if you were a little kid asking permission to sit at the lunch table with the cool kids. Every fiber of your being vibrated with heightened nerves as you stood.
You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it seemed as if Eleni could see right through you or knew a secret about you that you didn’t even know. Either way, your anxiety finally settled when Eleni made a sound of glee, clapping her hands together before beginning to type on the screen in front of her.
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The tall figure rose from his seat, stretching his legs as he lazily made his way toward the open window. It showcased his newest investment, Valhalla Fitness. He scanned the crowd of gym goers, his eyes darting between the patrons putting in ample work, and those who were only there to look like they were exercising.
His schedule was the same seven days a week; not that he minded in the slightest bit. Being one of Earth’s mightiest defender for a decade, earned him a well-needed retirement. One that he had no problem taking as he searched for new ventures to dive into.
He inspected the spacious gym once again, an unfamiliar sight stopping him in his tracks as he squinted down at the front desk. Deciding he had to have a closer look, he took his tablet in one hand and opened up the app for the security cameras. He selected the one behind the reception desk, aimed directly at the woman smiling gratefully at Eleni.
His curiosity got the best of him as he zoomed in, taking in the every dip and curve of your body that in his opinion didn't need working on. Just like Eleni, his eyes stayed on you in a less innocent way than hers, paying attention to the spread of you lips as you smiled or the way you shifted ever so slightly as you listened to Eleni. His tongue slid over the plump of his bottom lip, watching as you mouthed of information, causing Eleni to type in every word.
How he wished he could hear how you sounded.
“You’re staring, Thor. You never stare,” a sultry voice rang out behind him, but it did not not deter him from keeping his eyes on you.
“I stare. When things or people are worthy of catching my eye. You should know that dear wife.”
A chuckle falls from her lips as a throaty moan escapes it a second later, “Yes, I know that look all too well. I used to be the cause of it,” she purrs, returning her attention back to the man feasting between her legs.
The sight of was nothing new for Thor. They had been married for centuries, bound together by arrangement rather than love. But from outside, people would never know or even hear anything more than the Mighty Thor and Valkyrie being madly in love with each other.
In Thor’s experience, people married for centuries developed certain tastes– and they weren't always for each other, as many would hope. A man or woman feasting on Thor’s wife was just another day for him. He had granted her wishes long ago as, Valkyrie did the same.
Though they never shared their bed with others — hotels were a very different story.
Thor’s eyes remained trained on the camera, noting every smile or laugh.. Even the small tick in your eyebrow when it looked like you were asking a question. You were art and he wanted to get a closer look at his new visitor.
He was all about making everyone at the fitness center feel welcome; and for you, he’d give you more than one tour if you asked him for it. Thor watched as Eleni passed over the welcome packet over to you, watching you punch in your new code as you walked past.
Thor straightened his back, turning the tablet off and fixing his shirt. He strolled over to the door, craning his neck as he called up the stairs, “I’ll go greet our new customer. I’m sure you’ll be here for a while. Clean up after you’re done with the poor man. He’s been savoring your nectar for hours.”
“Hm, the nectar of an Asgardian is always addicting, my love. Maybe you’ll have some later?” Valkyrie croons over at him.
“Don’t count on it, my dear. I’m sure you’ll be drunk with Asgardian mead by the time I’m done.”
“You know me so well… Almost as if we were-”
The door opened and shut before she could even finish her sentence.
Thor trudged down the stairs with purpose in every step. The closer he got to you, the more his loins warmed with fire. He had to hear you, your scent already caressing his nose like smell of a newly made weapon.
He saw the uncertainty in your eyes as you were trying to decide which machine to use, biting at your lip furiously. It never dawned on you that someone was edging closer. The moment his voice filtered into your ears, you looked up, stopping your search on which device you would try first..
He extended his hand towards you as your name formed on his tongue. The softness of your hand compared to the callous surface of his only but made him want you more. To him you felt like nothing that belonged on this Earth. With you in his close proximity, the light vanilla scent caressed his nose as he easily towered over you.
“Welcome to Valhalla Fitness. I am Thor, one of the owners of this fine establishment. I see you’ve gotten the welcome packet from Eleni. I would love to give you a proper tour of our facility, if you would like.”
The deep velvet coming from his mouth was all you needed to shake his hand and accept his tour invitation…
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Welcome Home
Thor x F!Reader
Summary: After fighting to save Asgard, Thor comes home to you.
Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), finger fucking, somnophilia, fluff
It’s never too late to post a story for SLUTTY Saturday even when it’s already Sunday here, then it could be for SINFUL Sunday hahaha Events are taken after Ragnarok and I’d like to believe that in this AU, Asgard was saved. I do ask for your kindness for this is my first attempt at writing this hunk of a man.
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Drabble as this may be, your comments and likes are deeply appreciated. Reblogs would mean so much to me. And as always, I wish for your enjoyment. 💖
“Kitten?”
Thor slides Mjolnir, disguised as an umbrella, down his grasp and carefully lays it down beside the shoe rack by the front door. Your apartment is dark except for the single lamp cascading a dim light throughout the living room. From that alone, he knows that he would find you sleeping soundly in your room.
He slips off his hoodie and grapes it at the back of the couch, toeing off his boots after then walking towards your room. The door is ajar and he slowly takes a peek, the corners of his lips lifting into a small smile when he sees you on the bed, his cape draped across your body.
Oh, how he’s missed you. All those times he was running around New York then Asgard and finding himself on a strange planet, he kept thinking of you. That he had to finish the mission thrown at him in order for him to go back home and be with you again.
And he’s succeeded. And he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and hold you, hopefully, to never let go.
Pushing the door wide, he walks in, making sure to keep quiet so as to not wake you. He stands at the side of your bed, his eyes admiring your face; lashes fanning your cheeks, parted lips as you breathe softly, how his cape accentuates the curves of your body that he can’t help but reach down and slowly pull down the fabric, revealing the treasure that awaits him underneath.
His eyes grow wide as he sees you wearing the silk night dress he bought you. The gold shimmering against the moonlight shining through the window and he tries his best to hold himself, to not pounce on you so soon. No. He wants to relish this moment, to ease himself in before devouring you completely.
He drops his shirt on the floor, jeans and socks following after, his hand reaching down to palm his growing erection through his boxers. He urges himself to be gentle as he goes to kneel on the mattress, not wanting to jostle the bed and belatedly wake you from your slumber.
Leaning over he trails kisses down your arm, lips pressing down onto your knuckles before inching lower land on on your clothed pelvis. He inhales sharply when he sees your bare thighs, his hand reaching over to push the fabric up your waist and hissing through gritted teeth when he comes face to face with your panties.
Thor doesn’t waste anymore time, feeling the waves of desire wash over him, dulling his senses, that he moves to spread your legs apart, leaning over to press his nose against your clothed cunt and inhaling deeply, relishing in your scent that he’s deeply missed.
One kiss to your pussy turns into two, then three and he dares to push the flimsy fabric to the side exposing your heat before running the pad of his tongue flat against your folds. The unconscious moan you release is music to his ears, that he does it again before rolling the tip of his tongue against your clit, finally tasting you once again.
“Thor—” You call out his name and he looks up, only to be surprised to see you still asleep.
It garners a smile on his face and urges him to continue, flicking and licking the nub slowly, wrapping his lips around your clit and begins to suck it gently. His hands press down on your inner thighs, spreading them wide for him, thumbs caressing the soft flesh.
His eyes then grow wide when he feels hands runs through his hair, shooting his eyes up and seeing you staring down at him with your sleepy orbs, sleepy hands pressing down on his head and he obliges to your silent command. He pulls you closer, pressing more of your cunt into his mouth as he sucks on your swollen bud harder, faster, eliciting moans from your lips and your fingers grabbing his hair tight.
Thor groans when you tug on his locks, pushing him further to suck more on the bud. His hands reach up to slide them underneath your silk night dress, large hands cupping your breasts, his tongue mimicking the move movement of his thumbs, rolling the tip around your clit while his thumbs twirl and pinch your stiff nipples.
“More—” You beg and an animalistic growl leaves his throat, hands squeezing down on your tits before he pulls them away, his tongue moving to thrust it into your cunt while his thumb takes its place on your clit, pressing and flicking it fast.
The way your hips buck against his mouth makes him shiver, his muscles tensing as he feels his cock stiffen by the second. Oh, how much he wants to fuck you now, to claim you and drive himself home but stops himself, for he wants you to come undone with only his mouth and hands, to bring you pleasure, bring you to a high before he seeks his own.
Back and forth, he bobs his head, pushing his tongue as deep as he can into your cunt. Rubbing against your walls possessively, tasting the essence that slowly trickles down his taste buds. Your familiar nectar filling him, encasing him in sheer bliss, better than any he’s tasted among all nine realms, that he seeks to have more, to bring you to completion and bless him with the sweetness you keep hidden within.
He hears your breath hitch, your back arching from the bed and he pushes further down your clit, adding pressure to his thumb as he massages it, teasing it while his tongue twirls around your pussy. He hums as he wriggles his head, lapping up your pussy sloppily, the action causing you to cry out his name and from the way he feels your legs tense against his hand, he knows you’re close.
You whine when he pulls his tongue away, but a strangled moan escapes your throat when he pushes two fingers inside of you, Thor growling when you clench around him tightly, your pussy sucking on his digits as he thrusts them fast, burying them knuckle deep and curling them when he pulls out only to thrust them back in.
His lips claim your clit once more, sucking hard, his lips in sync with the motions of his fingers. He mumbles sweet nothings against the bud, having the vibrations of his mouth run through your body. And all at once, as he pushes his digits deep in one fluid motion, you call out his name, your walls clamping down on his fingers before feeling your essence coat them, Thor whispering your name as he spreads them apart, stretching your walls before pulling away and grinning at the way they glisten from your juices.
Giving your clit one long and wet kiss, he pulls away and slips his fingers past his lips, sucking them clean and humming at the taste, loving how the sweetness glaze his tongue. His eyes then cast down at you, a smile on his lips when he pulls his hand away, loving how sated you look on the bed, your night dress rumpled and your eyes closed, pleasure evident on your face.
“You cut your hair,” Those were not the words he expected but it makes him laugh.
He leans over, nestling his clothed hips between your thighs, elbows resting on either side of you head as he presses a soft kiss against your nose.
“It wasn’t by choice. I hope you don’t mind.” He says in a low voice, his lips pressing softly against yours before he moves to kiss your cheek then your jaw.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close and hum at the attention he’s giving you. “Never.” He sees your smile and he moves to rest his head on your shoulder, humming when he feels your hand caress the back of his head then chuckling when he feels you push down on his boxers with your feet.
“Kitten—what are you doing?” He asks although he already knows your answer.
“You’ve been gone for months, Thor Odinson, and I want you to fuck me til I can’t walk.” You breathe.
Your forwardness makes him boom in laughter, his hand cupping your cheek as he presses another kiss on your nose.
“I would never deny my lady’s desires.” He intones, claiming your lips once more and pulling you into a passionate kiss.
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Prompt me up!
“Show me how much you need me.” + Thor please ♥️
Pairing: Thor Odinson x Asgardian female reader
Word Count: 700 words
A/N: this was juicy :) I don't think thor could ever be a mean dom, just really amused that you are always cockdrunk.
warnings: female reader, masturbation, dry humping, penetrative sex.
Main Master list ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist
18+ only minors dni!
It's late.
It's very late at night and all you can do is toss and turn in your lover's enormous bed. The sheets are velvet and red and his pillows are larger than your body yet without him there is hard for you to sleep.
Until you reach for his clothes, tossed in the nearby armchair, falling off to the ground. They still got his smell. That masculine beautiful aroma that occupies your thoughts.
You grab his shirt bring it to your nose and inhale, a loud moan echoing through the enormous chamber. Smelled just like him.
He should have been home, he should have come to the kingdom hours ago but alas Thor could never say no to a good fight. You knew this and you couldn't complain. All you could was touch yourself to the thought of him engulfing you with his body, shifting his weight on you and totally crushing you.
Maybe also breaking the bed.
You laugh to yourself at the memory as you lower his shirt on your body, rubbing it with your thighs.
You try and try and try, but it's not enough it could never be enough and yet it brings you warmth and comfort knowing how wet his shirt is right now.
You giggle to yourself as you are touching your breasts, your legs moving on the mattress, rubbing, rubbing...
"Ahem."
Until you can hear him. His strong baritone voice, shifting his body weight on the door, crossing his arms.
Oh. he was covered in spare blood and he looked completely amused at you.
"Thor..." You mewl, looking at him with a pout. "I missed you so much."
"I can tell." He chuckles, and his complete relaxed aura about it has you motioning for him to come closer.
"Oh, no I am staying right here." He smiles determined in his stance.
"But Thor." You protest. burying your fingers inside your pussy. There's no way he could possibly resist that, right?
"Show me how much you need me." He proclaims cocking an eyebrow.
You pout more as you push your finger further inside yourself, feverishly trying to fuck yourself, as your other hand comes around to rub away at your clit, hoping Thor is gonna enjoy your performance.
He seems motionless just watching you like that yet you can clearly see the tent that is visible on his pants. That's where you focus. Just a few more minutes and it would all be yours.
"Thor...Thor...please..." You moan out, speeding up your movements.
"Cum, my little butterfly, sing for me."
And that you do, breaking the coil inside you as your orgasm washes through your body, shouting his name. But is an unsatisfactory mild one.
You need him and only need him.
"Not happy are we?" He muses as he finally begins to move towards you. "You usually scream so loud for me, what happened?"
"I need you..." You whine reaching out to him.
"I could argue that I asked you to show me how much you needed me and yet all I got is this."
"You'll get much more if you let me sit in your lap."
He chuckles, the sound filling the room as he begins to walk closer to you to the bed, his heavy leather pants echoing with him. He looks delicious and you know you could never reach another high without him.
He then puts on a show for you, taking off his belt, then his boots, throwing them on the floor tossing his shirt away and then his cock springs free. So hard and big that it makes you whimper with a loud moan.
And he sits down motioning for you to come to him. Instantly you are on his lap, stroking his cock.
"I love you." You whimper, lust bright in your eyes.
"Oh, I know. I think you are such a cockslut that you could never love anything else."
"Can you blame me?"
He doesn't reply, instead he grips your hips and eases you on his cock and that's when you finally show him how much you needed him.
And maybe you don't stop until you are so satisfied you know you can't really stand still again.
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just wondering where are the smutty fics of thor x reader x loki
i mean, they're LITERALLY GODS, fucking hot in their own way, strong af, completely opposites because thor is a golden retriever little piece of shit while loki is like a black cat but they're both jerks omfg i love them so much and im in for BOTH 😩 (im a dirty whore and will not pretend i don't like that shit, im sorry not really sorry)
#loki x reader#thor x reader#thor x reader x loki#smut#lol#mcu#anyway#will wait because im too lazy to write by myself#thor x female reader#loki x female reader#tagging if anyone has recs please feed me thanks#marvel smut#marvel fanfiction
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Worthy
Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader
Warnings: nothing too bad in this one, creepiness, swearing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, sadness, mild depression, anxiety, therapy and counseling, smut at the end (not graphic), if i missed something please let me know. things will progress as we go, please heed the warnings)
Summary: After leaving a toxic relationship, you take the advice of a friend and seek help.....
A/n: This my very first dark anything, as well as Thor, be gentle with me lol im making this a small series for my lovely friend @springdandelixn 💙 like I mentioned it will progress....keep your flashlights handy..... love you guys!!!!
Part One-
You scroll further down the page, unsure what exactly your looking for....someone to listen....someone who won't judge you. You sigh, you friend Maya's words echoing through your head "you need to talk to someone, this isn't healthy to bottle everything up." She had said over coffee "I am, I'm talkng to you." You laughed seeing her shake her head "a professional y/n." She said sternly making you frown. And here you were, scrolling the endless pages of the internet in search of a "professional."
You sighed again, your thumb sliding across the screen on your phone when it caught your eye "Odinison Health and Rehabilitation." You aren't sure what possessed you as you pressed your thumb to the name, their website popping up as you scrolled down seeing their services, counseling being among the many. "Hmm, this might work." You said to yourself, your thumb hovering over the number. You had always told yourself counseling was a joke, a ploy for doctors to get money from the weak..but everything you had been through the last year......
You quicky dialed the number before you changed your mind, your heart racing more with each ring when a lady picked up "Odinson Health, how may I help you." She asked. "Umm...hi, I was...well you see I saw your website.." you trailed off trying to get your thoughts together "were you interested in one of our services ma'am?" She asked a little too politely "uuhh yes....counseling?" You asked, dragging your nails across the table "yes, we have a few different counselors but I would highly recommend one of the owners." She said, you could hear her smile through the phone. "Oh..ok." you hesitated hearing her fingers pressing the keys on her keyboard "ok, so the Odinson's are brothers, one specializes in psychology and med management, the other specializes in crisis situations, as well as general and family counseling, which would you prefer?" She asks typing.
"Err...um the general counselor I suppose?" You asked looking out of the window seeing a bird land on your window sill. "Ok great, Dr Odinson has a few available spots open, let me just see.." She trailed off typing away. "ok, he has an opening tomorrow at three for a consultation, does that work?" She asked "yeah that should be fine." You said tapping your fingers on the table. "Ok your all set for tomorrow, and he will go over his treatment plan with you then." She said "ok thank you." You said quickly hanging up. Releasing the breath you were holding you set your phone down deciding to finally do the sink of dishes that had been staring at you for days wondering what tomorrow would bring.
ooOOoo
You sat in your car staring at the building in front of you willing yourself to go inside, looking down seeing it was almost three you took a deep breath "ok...you can do this, what's the worst that could happen?" You asked yourself shutting your car off. You grabbed your keys and phone heading inside, seeing two ladies sitting behind either side of a long counter "hi! Can I help you?" The one looks up smiling, her like dark hair flowing past her shoulders "y..yes...I'm here to see Dr Odinson." You say fidgeting with your keys "which one?" The other lady snaps. "Um...counseling." you say quietly, afraid she'll bark at you again "oh great! Your in the right place then." The dark haired lady smiled.
You finished your paperwork, sitting in the waiting room absently scrolling through your phone when a text popped up. You wanted to ignore it, pretend you had never seen it. You had spent the last month pretending he never existed, the reason you were currently sitting waiting to talk to a compete stranger about your entire life. You sighed, deciding against your better judgment to open the message.
Shaun- Baby, why won't you talk to me? You know why I did what I did. If you had kept up with your responsibilities I wouldn't have looked elsewhere, I'm not the one to blame here. Now text me back and stop being childish.
You sat there staring at the screen, not sure how to react. It was true the last few months of your relationship had been rocky at best. Between you both working all the time and him hanging out with his friends you had no time together, let alone the energy for any intimacy. Somedays it took all you had to just climb into bed at night before doing it all over again. Hence the night you came home from work to another woman in your bed. A pang of sadness ran through you at the memory...
"That's it baby...mm God you feel so good." You heard Shaun moan through the door, the faceless woman moaning his name loudly as the headboard banged against the wall. You had told your boss you wanted to leave early to surprise your boyfriend with dinner, you weren't prepared for the surprise you had waiting for you. "Do i feel better then her daddy?" You heard the woman moan as tears welled in your eyes "so much better baby...she could never compare to this perfect cunt." You heard Shaun growl, hearing a loud thud against the wall.
You turned from the closed door, making you way to the kitchen you took the boxes of take out out of their bags, placing them in the fridge before sitting at the table, waiting. You weren't sure how long you sat there dazed when you heard voices coming down the hall "she's gonna be home soon, but I'll call you later baby. Maybe we can meet up again tomorrow?" You heard him ask opening the front door "anything for you..daddy." the woman replied before your heard the door shut, footsteps making their way into the kitchen stopping suddenly "how long have you been here?" Shaun asked. You looked up seeing his hair a mess, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers "long enough." You sighed looking down.
"Miss y/n?" You heard your name called, snapping you back to now, seeing a dark haired man standing in the doorway with a clipboard "I'm here, sorry." You said grabbing your keys following him. "So as you know you'll be seeing Dr odinson, this is strictly a consultation, so any questions you have feel free to ask ok?" He said smiling "ok, I will." You said as he led you to a closed door knocking on it "come in." You heard a deep booming voice on the other side sending a jolt through you "don't worry, he's a bit loud but he's really very nice." The man said opening the door. You took a deep breath, walking inside as the man closed the door behind you making you jump.
"Ah, you must me miss y/n, I'm Dr Odinson, but please, call me Thor." The man said standing from behind his desk. He smiled widely as he walked around, holding his hand out your eyes met the bluest ones you had ever seen, shining at you like diamonds through the glasses that seemed to frame his face perfectly "h..hi, I'm y/n." You stuttered, slowly reaching for his hand. "Yes, you are." He smiled "come, have a seat and we can talk." He said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You slowly sat down watching him walk around taking his seat, his large frame taking up a majority of the chair "so miss y/n, what brings you here today?" He asked, leaning his elbows on the desk, his large hands cupped together under his chin "Well, you see....I have a friend who said I needed to talk to someone, so here i am." You said looking down at your feet.
"Y/n, look at me." He said sternly making your eyes shoot to his "there you are." He smiled "now, I'm glad you have friends who are looking out for you but there must be a reason you decided to come today." He said watching you intently. "Umm...well i..." you trailed off, looking around the room seeing his diploma hung on the wall, as well as a painting of a lightning storm behind him. "Y/n..." he said making you look at him again "i...I recently left a bad relationship, a..and I'm having alot of issues." You said quietly seeing him nod "and well, I'm told I'm bottling it up." You said fidgeting with your keys again. "Do you feel like you are bottling it up?" He asked leaning forward a bit "I guess...maybe. I don't know." You sighed seeing him pick up a pen, writing something on his notepad.
"Can you briefly tell me what happened?" He asked looking up at you, his eyes boring into you "um, well i..I'd rather not." You said balling your fist "well y/n, in order for me to help you, we need to talk about it." He smiled. "I just..I don't think I'm ready. I'm sorry I wasted your time," you said, quickly getting to your feet as he did making your way to the door "wait y/n, please." He said, following you, placing a large hand on the door as you grabbed the handle "I apologize, I wasn't trying to force you." He said quietly, feeling the heat from his chest against your back, his frame towering over you making you crane your head to look at him, his cologne hitting your nose reminding you of sunshine and rain storms "please, let's sit back down hm?" He asked, not moving his hand from the door.
You took a deep breath, dropping your hand from the door you slowly walked back to your chair, this time he grabbed another chair setting it next to you as he sat down facing you, his knee brushing yours "I understand your apprehension, you don't know me as I don't know you, but you must understand I only wish to help you." He said, his eyes almost too bright to look at as you nodded. "Very good, now tell me..when was the last time you ate? And not junk food either." He asked leaning forward "oh...um a few days." You said seeing him nod "and the last time you truly relaxed, just let your mind go?" He continued "oh..never probably." You said with a small laugh.
You shifted in your seat feeling his gaze intensify. "Well y/n, I think your friend is right. I think you are trying to cope, but in an unhealthy manner." He said "but do not worry, I'm here for you." He smiled, his hand grazing your thigh as he shifted making you stiffen. "I will take very good care of you." He continued, placing his large hand on your knee squeezing "umm, well doctor odins...." you started "please, call me Thor." He said squeezing your knee again, his touch feeling electric as the door flew open, a dark haired man storming inside as Thor retracted his hand.
"I told you to meet me thirty minutes ago." The man snapped crossing his arms "as you can see, I am with a patient." Thor said standing up. "Yes, I can see that I'm not daft Thor, when will you be finished?" The man asked, his deep emerald eyes glaring at you "give me five minutes." Thor said walking around to the other side of his desk as the other man sighed, leaving the room. "Please, forgive my brother, he can be quite impatient." Thor laughed shifted through some papers "Brother?" You asked, looking at Thor's dark blonde hair and large build compared to the other man's raven hair and lithe build "yes..adopted." Thor said matter of factly as you nodded.
"Ok, y/n I would like to begin seeing you once a week to begin your treatment." Thor said writing something down "that often?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "yes, I believe whatever happened with this.."relationship" has put a great deal on you, and I want to help you." He said air quoting. "I'm not sure I can afford that." You said as he stood, rounding the desk again "I told you y/n..I will take care of you. You have nothing to worry about" He smiled, handing you an appointment card, your fingers brushing his sending a shock through your finger tips. You looked down seeing your appointment was in a few days as you stood up, slipping it into your pocket "ok, thank you doct...Thor." You corrected seeing him smile "good girl, now come." He said, a shiver running through you at his praise making you feel uneasy.
He opened the door, waving you in front of him as he locked his door following behind you. "Now y/n, I want you to go home, take a nice hot bath, slip into your softest nightgown and...relax." He smiled, his eyes traveling up and down your body making you tense "are you ready Thor?" You heard the man before "family...am I right?" He smiled again as you chuckled nervously "I shall see you in a few days miss y/n." He said tilting his head "see you then." You said, hurrying towards the door, looking back seeing his eyes hadn't left you you quickly walked out, making your way to your car as fast as you could.
ooOOoo
You drove home, thinking about the interaction with the doctor. Maybe he's a toucher...you thought to yourself getting out of the car, remembering the grip he had on your knee, his large hand splayed across the door when you tried to leave. You could still feel his eyes on you, sending a shiver down your spine as you walked into your apartment, dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. You looked around sighing as you took in the silence. It had been a month since you moved out of your shared apartment with Shaun and you still weren't used to it. You walked to your room, pulling out your silk night gown laying it out on your bed, grabbing a towel you headed to the bathroom, sitting on the tub you turned the water on, pouring in your favorite lilac scented bubble bath, watching the tub fill as you undressed, stepping in lowering yourself into the hot water you closed your eyes, laying back letting it work the tension from your muscles.
"That's it muffin...relax for me." he whispered in your ear making you sigh, feeling his large hand slowly run up your thigh. "I need to see if you taste as sweet as you sound." He cooed, his lips slowly trailing down your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin making your back arch. "Ah ah, be a good girl and hold still." He said, his deep voice vibrating through you as he lowered himself between your legs, spreading his hand across your stomach. "Mm..you smell exquisite." He growled, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, nipping at the sensative skin as your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer.
"Eager are we?" He laughed, hooking your legs over his wide shoulders. "Don't worry muffin...I'll take good care of you." He purred, placing a soft kiss on your hip bone. "Aaahh....y....yes.....please...." you moaned, trying to rock closer to him, whining as his hand on your stomach held you in place, his large biceps locking your legs around him "I thought you were going to be my good girl." He said, his breath grazing your flesh "i..I am..I'm s...sorry." you breathed, trying to hold as still as possible. "That's right....show me you are worthy..." he trailed off. You opened your eyes, seeing the white ceiling looking down your eyes met electric blue ones seeing him smile as his lips met you skin..
You jolted up, water splashing to the floor as you gripped the side of the tub. "Holy shit." You breathed, running a hand through your hair. You looked down seeing the bubbles had dissipated, still able to feel his hands on you...his warmth seeping into you. "I need a vacation." You muttered, standing up wrapping the towel around yourself heading into your bedroom. You quickly changed, laying in bed you stared at the ceiling, the dream about your doctor leaving an uneasy feeling inside you, deciding it might be best to look for a different therapist as you closed your eyes hoping for a dreamless sleep.
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Tethered to Another
Kinktober Day I: Breeding Kink
Pairing: drug lord!Thor x fem reader (Vices Assemble)
Words: 1.7k
Summary: Thor isn’t going to let anything keep him from knocking you up.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, cream pie), implied violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: Kicking off Kinktober with a bang! I’m still working on the fic where they make the decision to have kids, but I figured we could get right to the good stuff 😉
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Thor tapped his ring on the desk irritably as he glared at the moron across from him who would not shut the fuck up. Maybe if he had been on time for the meeting he could have put up with this incessant droning, but the jackass was over an hour late. He just wanted to get home to you. Your fertile window had just started, and everyone except this idiot knew that meant he wasn’t supposed to be disturbed for a week while he kept you full of his seed constantly.
“So that’s why I think you should consider moving your operations to my docks.” The fat bastard gave him a grin like he had just made the most convincing argument in the world, and Thor just wanted to slam his face into the desk.
“Let me see if I understand you correctly.” If that dumbass knew anything, he would have recognized the tic in Thor’s jaw and the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped his tumbler of vodka as the warnings they were. “You show up to a meeting you insisted on an hour late, you’re covered in grease from some sort of disgusting food by the smell of you, and you want me to pay you almost twice as much as I’m paying the man who runs the docks we go through now ‘as a favor’?”
“Well…” The smile finally fell from his face when Thor rose to his feet and cracked his neck.
“Shut up.” Thor drew his jacket back on and strode towards the door. “If I didn’t have something extremely important to get to, I’d deal with you myself. But I’ve got an absolutely gorgeous woman to impregnate so… Val!”
“Yeah boss?” She gave him a wicked grin when she popped her head into his office and saw how nervous the fatass looked. “What’s up?”
“This dumbass connected?” Thor nodded when she shook her head at him, straightening his cuffs and trying not to just boot out of there. “Fantastic, get rid of him.”
He ignored the high sounds of protest coming from his office and rushed to the car, his jaw clenched as he yanked the door open and sank into the backseat with just a small nod of his head to Heimdall before the man peeled out. His body was practically vibrating with pent up sexual energy, his cock growing harder by the minute as he thought about fucking you full for the next seven days until it took, the way you’d look underneath him all dewy with sweat and moaning and begging him while you dug your nails into his back.
Fortunately it didn’t take too long for Heimdall to drive him back to the mansion from his office, or he might have burst. The car had barely come to a stop before he was charging out of it and running into the house in a frenzy.
“Kjære?” He needed you, needed to feel you around him like he needed oxygen. “Where are you?”
“In the kitchen.” Fuck, you did not sound happy, the sight of you frowning a little as you sliced up a melon confirming that you were pissed. “You’re late.”
“I know, god I fucking know.” He strode towards you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, ducking low to press apologetic kisses along the curve of your neck. “I’m so sorry, my love. Would it help if I let you know the asshole who made me late is getting worked over by Val right now?”
“A little.” You tried to still look annoyed when he turned you around, but he was almost pouting at you and sliding his hands down your hips and it was impossible to be mad at him. “How are you going to make it up to me?”
“Mmm, I’ve got so many ideas.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours, smiling a little when you whined and arched your body close to his. “What if I put a baby in you?”
“Just one?” You beamed when he nipped at your lips before he pulled back and slid your dress down your arms until it was pooled on the floor, his gaze growing darker while he stared at you and started to slowly strip off his suit. “Maybe I want three.”
“Well, I’ll give you whatever you want, kjære.” He gripped the back of your neck and smashed his lips to yours once he was naked, dragging you to the floor with him and growling as he laid you down on the cool marble. “Gonna fuck so much cum into you this week we might end up with five.”
“So ambitious.” You smiled against his lips and ran your fingers through his hair, gasping softly when he reached down to cup your cunt. “Feel how much I need you, kjæreste?”
“Mmhm, fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, and all for me.” Thor slid a finger inside you and growled when he felt you start to flutter immediately around him. “You ready for me right now? Thought I was gonna have to sweet talk this pretty pussy to let me in.”
“Been ready all day, daddy.” He started grinding his cock against your pussy and you whined, arching into him and curling your legs around his back when his hands squeezed your hips. “Please.”
“Shh, I know, elskling, goddamn.” Thor ducked to bite your ear as he slowly slid inside you, the feeling of your perfect cunt stretched tight around him almost making him lose his mind. “This sweet pussy is so fucking tiny, you barely even fit my cock in here, look at that.” He gripped your chin and forced you to look down when he bottomed out, kissing your cheek gently when you whimpered at the sight of his dick making your lower stomach bulge. “How you gonna fit my baby in this little thing, kjære?”
There was no way you could answer him since he chose that moment to snap his hips into yours viciously, sobbing softly when he ground against your clit before he started fucking you in earnest. It took a minute or so of him pounding into you to adjust, panting into his mouth and gripping his hair tightly as you shuddered underneath him.
“I can do it, I want it so bad.” You were still dumb but that just meant you were gonna run your mouth even more. “Want your baby, please, wanna make you a daddy. Put a baby in me, need it.”
“Fuck, kjære, I know, wanna give you everything you need, pretty girl.” Thor kept his body pressed right against yours as he kept punching his hips into you, purring when you clenched around him each time. “But you gotta come first, honey, gotta make room for my cum, for my baby. You know the rule, at least two before I fill you up.”
“Mmhm, yeah.” Your eyes rolled back when he kept hitting you so fucking deep, licking your lips mindlessly and rolling your body to meet his when you felt it building. “‘M close.”
You keened when he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, your eyes fluttering as he cooed softly into your mouth while your pussy clenched hard and gushed all over him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blowing his load right then, rubbing your noses together and squeezing your waist as he let out a series of soft growls while you kept spasming for him.
“Good girl, so beautiful, my kjære.” He kissed you gently before sitting up and leaning back on his heels, grabbing your waist with one hand and starting to yank you down on his cock while his other kneaded your breasts. “Gonna look even more beautiful once I knock you up, all swollen and glowing, not gonna be able to keep my hands off you. Now gimme another one, c’mon, need to fill this pussy, want you leaking me nonstop for the next week.
“Yes, kjæreste, please. Unh, want your cum so bad.” You were already so close, sobbing as you let him basically use you like a doll while your body started shaking. “Fuck it so deep in my pussy, knock me up, daddy. Ah… shit!”
The way you screeched when your body arched off the floor as you squirted all over him made him lose it, dropping his hold on your waist and leaning on his hands as he slammed into you like an animal and snarled. You moaned when you felt him throb and swell inside you, gasping when he leaned back down to smash his lips to yours as he started pumping you full of his cum with deep and dirty grinds of his hips. He always got so goddamn feral when he knew there was a chance he actually bred you, biting and sucking all along your jaw and your throat as he growled while he filled you up.
“Fuck, love, don’t think you’re gonna be able to walk once this week is over.” He nuzzled at your cheek and smiled when you gave him a sloppy grin, cupping your chin lovingly as he gazed into your eyes. “We moved like three feet, shit, I had meant to bring you to the couch at least, let’s move you.”
“Oh, no, don’t wanna lose any of you.” You pouted at him and whined when he pulled out before you could stop him. “I’m not supposed to move for a few minutes, did I lose any? Push it back in, your cum belongs inside my tiny pussy.”
“You’re so fucking perfect, my god.” Thor beamed at you as he lifted your hips and set them on his knees, spreading your legs and biting his lip when he shoved the few drops that had leaked out of you back inside and plugged you with his fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve, kjære. But we’re gonna do it in our bed from now on, need to spoil my girl. We’re gonna make a fucking baby this week.”
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Could I request Where Thor and reader are trying for a baby and nothing works except for one day they get lucky but then he goes on to Asgard before reader has a chance to tell him and he looses trials of time in Asgard so when he comes back he thinks reader cheated so angst but then it’s just fluffy and cute.
Sorry if this is long! just really love how you write thor! Especially chubby Thor!
Rain Rain Go Away
Thor x plus size reader
Trying and failing over and over can take its toll on anyone’s mind but a sudden success after so long can make them fracture.
Warnings: struggles to conceive, self-hatred, presumed infidelity, arguments, infertility, angst, pregnancy, endgame compliant (old man Steve), birth/labour, happy/hopeful ending
WC: 5k
Minors DNI
There is a point when trying for a baby where it doesn’t become fun anymore. It becomes scheduled, scientific. There are calendars and pills, alarms and appointments. It was clinical and heartbreaking.
Since the beginning of your time with the Avenger, you both knew you wanted kids, a whole load of them. But you stayed on birth control, knowing that getting pregnant too soon could destroy your budding relationship.
And as your first wedding anniversary came around, your gift to your godly husband was a cut on your inner arm where your implant had been. You spent a week in bed together, determined to fall pregnant on the first try.
But it was now over a year later and all you had to show for it was several broken headboards and a dozen negative pregnancy tests. It weighed heavily on you both but you more so.
Thor was a god of not only thunder but fertility. He was meant to have children, an army of them, so it had to be you that was holding him back. He constantly reassured you that these things took time and that patience was essential, yet you could tell he was thinking the same thing too.
Sighing, you dropped the ovulation test in the bin. You were supposed to be at the peak of your cycle today but the single blue line on the plastic told you otherwise. You could hear your husband working out in the home gym below you. He was working out more often nowadays, trying to get out all of his frustration in a somewhat practical way.
You washed your hands slowly, delaying your exit from the bathroom. It was getting harder to face your husband each day, to see that disappointment in those blue eyes as we woke up. Occasionally, he would reach for your soft stomach as if he would be able to cup it like you were pregnant but catch himself before he could touch you.
It ripped your heart apart every time.
Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and left the small bathroom. The kitchen, thankfully, was empty so you were able to quietly slip to the fridge and pull out one of the nasty premade smoothies that Laura suggested.
You downed half of it and cringed at the taste. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if it was a placebo. It was raining today, how fitting. “My love?” For being a man closer to 7’ than the average human, he certainly moved quietly.
“Jesus Christ!” You jumped, almost dropping the bottle of vile green liquid. “Don’t scare me like that.” But he just chuckled, brushing off your words. His solid arms wrapped firmly around your wide waist and tugged you into him so he could rest his chin on the top of your head.
“I am sorry my queen, I thought you heard me come in.” You melted into his hold like you always did. Thor had magical hugs, even in the most dire of circumstances where you couldn’t see the light at the end, he brought his own. He guided you back in the beat of his heart and the warmth of his chest. These embraces were becoming all too frequent now, a constant routine before bed or after you got up.
“Is ok.” You slurred, letting the heat of him lull you into a fuzzy headspace. A huge hand came up and cupped the back of your head so your nose pressed into his collarbone. The other slid down to your lower back, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your warm skin.
“How are you feeling today? What do you need from me?” Even in the midst of the worst fights you’ve had, Thor always made sure that you were ok, both physically and mentally.
Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him down for a soft peck to his lips. “Just you my love, I just need you.” With no effort, you were hauled up and thrown over his shoulder.
“Then you shall have me!” And he ran to your shared bedroom as you laughed.
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The sun was trying to break from the horizon when he awoke. The message had been short ‘come quickly, we need help’. And as much as he hated it, he had to leave you. You were still fast asleep, dreaming peacefully within the cotton sheets.
He laid a quick kiss to your temple and tucked a note onto the bedside table. Thor gazed down at you sadly, his fingers skimming your lower stomach before he forced himself to pull away, knowing that if he stayed any longer, he would not leave.
By the time you awoke, far more tired than you usually were, the sun was at its highest point in the sky and Thor was gone.
You hauled yourself from bed, only briefly glancing at the note he had left as you sluggishly moved to the bathroom. ‘I have to be getting sick’ you thought, that was the only explanation for how utterly exhausted you felt.
A hot shower woke you up a bit but not much. As you dried yourself off, you froze. Your breasts felt firm, and very sensitive. No, it can’t be.
With shaking hands, you opened up your phone’s calendar and nearly dropped the device in shock. Your period was almost two months late. No, don’t get your hopes up, you told yourself. Take a test, then go from there.
Admittedly, it was the messiest test you ever took considering how your entire body trembled with nerves. Deja vu washed over you as you washed your hands, the test face down on the counter beside you. Hope and despair curled in your gut, twisting around each other like snakes. Your heart wanted hope to win but your brain knew that like so many times before despair would devour the other.
Your timer was set, three minutes.
2 minutes 45 seconds It was going to be negative, just like the many times before. You were probably coming down with a flu and your cycle was off because you’re so stressed about getting pregnant.
2 minutes 24 seconds But what if it was positive? No no, it isn’t.
2 minutes Dear god it’s positive.
1 minute 30 seconds You can’t be pregnant now, Thor literally just zapped off to Asgard for god knows how long.
1 minute 4 seconds It has to be negative, why is this time any different than the other 12 times?
56 seconds But what if?
39 seconds Could it have actually worked this time?
12 seconds Why can’t time move any faster!
6 seconds Please please just let it be positive
3 seconds It’s negative, you just know it
1 second Take a deep breath, it’ll do you no good if you pass out before you can read the test
Your ears were ringing so loud you didn’t hear the alarm go off but you flipped the test anyway. Your heart stopped.
Pregnant. And Thor was gone.
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The months seemed to crawl on but go by quickly at the same time. You documented everything you could, from ultrasound pictures to the size of your belly each week. The commemorative photo album Sam and Bucky had given you was already filled to the brim along with a shoe box you had found in the back of your closet.
Every morning you awoke, expecting to find your husband beside you, his blue eyes wide with surprise as he watched your growing belly, maybe even crying as your little one gave a powerful kick to his palm. But every morning, without fail, you woke up alone.
You could only hope that he was somewhere safe, that he would come home to you in one piece, hopefully in time for the birth which was fast approaching.
“Come on, time to get up.” You muttered to your stomach, laying a hand over the top and getting a soft punch from your little thunder as you had taken to calling them. With a great heave, you lifted yourself from the bed.
Your stance was wide in order to accommodate the heft of your stomach. They rolled underneath your palm, obviously unhappy with the sudden movement. “Yeah I know but I can’t stay in bed all day.” Slowly, you made your way out of the bedroom, your gate becoming more of a waddle the longer you were on your feet.
Stupidly, the kitchen was a floor below your bedroom and you stubbornly remained in the master suite for the comfort of Thor’s fading scent. A tinkling of bells broke your concentration.
That was the door chime. Your head whipped to the front door, expecting Bucky to be walking through for his weekly checkup but instead, it was your very tired looking husband. His broad shoulders were slouched, his back hunched over like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
The usually bright silver of his armour was dull, his red cape slashed and coated with what you hoped was mud but was probably blood. His eyes were fixed on the ground as he toed off his boots, still mindful of your rule about dirty shoes on your nice floors. “Thor?” Your voice came out as more of a gasp.
A smile came over his face and he looked up at you, blue eyes meeting yours before they dropped to your very pregnant belly. His face dropped. “Whose is it?” He snarled, tone full of anger and hatred and a hint of disgust.
“W-what are you talking about? This is our baby.” Your arms cradled your bump protectively, and for the first time in your life, you were scared of your husband.
Thor’s shoulders rolled back like he was getting ready for a fight. “No. That thing in your belly cannot be my child. So tell me whose it is.” Your sadness and fear suddenly burned away to a white hot rage.
“How dare you.” You hissed venomously. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back until you come to your fucking senses.” His frown deepened but he made no move to leave, in fact he planted his feet.
“Whose is it?”
“Leave.” Your hand slipped to the hidden compartment on the wall, fully intending to hit the panic button on the side of it. The threat of you trying to call for help, that you were truly terrified of the man who was supposed to be protecting you, seemed to break him from his trance.
“Fine but I walk out that door and you never see me again.”
“Go please.” Tears lined your vision as the heartbreak began to set in. “Go.” Your voice was a mere whisper now, weak and soft. But he listened. With an almost dramatic spin, he left your home, slamming the door behind him.
As soon as the house was quiet again, you crumpled, just barely catching yourself on the stairs before spiraling into a fit of sobs.
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The battle had been long and fatal. So many had died on the fields before him. He felt like his skin was constantly coated in dried blood, the iron smell invading his senses during every waking moment. But more than that, Thor felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
He had left you behind in the most trying time of your relationship, a time when you needed all of his support and love. He knew you were struggling more than you let on, consumed by such a hatred for your body. He watched you slowly fall into yourself, your mind falling into a dark place that he couldn’t always bring you back from.
He had been gone for almost a year by his count, trapped on a distant planet surrounded by those who wished to kill him. He dreamt of you every night. Maybe the distance could reignite that passion you had at the beginning.
When Brunhilde told him that the war was over and that he could go home, Thor wasted no time. He abandoned his comrades immediately using Stormbreaker to bring him home.
Relief washed over him like a wave when he stepped back over the familiar threshold. His heart pounded with excitement as he removed his shoes but then he saw you and he shattered. There was no doubt you were pregnant.
He could sense it in his bones. But it could not have been his child in your womb, it had been too long since he had been gone.
Rage infected his mind like a plague, destroying his rational mind which screamed at him that you would never betray him like that. His veins came to light with lightning as if he was about to go back into battle.
He watched fear grow in the eyes he adored so much but he could not stop the words from escaping his mouth.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you with some man, tangled together in the heat of passion. Insecurity had been building like a wave within the god since the first negative test. He knew you were fertile, fuck he could smell it from across the house. But month after month, he failed.
Maybe a god was never supposed to have children with a human but he couldn’t give up, not when he loved you so much. You were the only person he could ever see having kids with so it broke him to come home and see you so perfectly, beautifully pregnant by another man.
So he ran, as far as he could.
It didn’t surprise him that he found himself on Captain America’s doorstep. They had been kindred souls in their prime, two men with intertwined destinies. The door opened before he could knock. “Come on in, I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” Steve was much smaller but Thor supposed that came with aging.
The house was quant, much like yours but the furniture and decorations were dated. Steve led him further into the domicile, directing him towards the kitchen. Thor mindlessly took a seat at the small breakfast nook, forcing his large body into one of the small stools.
Steve was quiet at first, simply going through the motions of making a pot of coffee for them both, letting him stew in his thoughts. Maybe he deserved it, after all so much of your relationship had been spent apart. He had left you alone for months at a time, it was only natural that you would find comfort in someone else.
“So, what happened?” He asked in a way like he already knew the answer.
“Y/N’s pregnant.” He stated factually.
Steve nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee. “I heard, congratulations by the way.” Thor scowled at the younger man as his grip tightened on the mug, threatening to shatter the porcelain.
“How can you say that to me, that child isn’t mine.” Steve’s blue eyes narrowed harshly, both accentuating the wrinkles on his face and making him look decades younger. The silence spoke louder than any of his words ever could.
The anger, disappointment and genuine sadness in his eyes made the god look away. “I was gone for a year and when I returned, she was with child! What else was I meant to think, that somehow she became impregnated magically?” Steve’s grading eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Thor, you’ve only been gone six, maybe seven months.” The room became icy all of a sudden.
“What.”
“That baby is yours and you just abandoned the mother of your child.” The wooden legs of his chair screamed against the laminate flooring as Thor suddenly stood.
“No, no. I was gone for a year.” He insisted but his voice wavered, his confidence fading and the reality of what he had just done finally settling in. Steve’s gaze flicked to the wall behind Thor, his aged eyes focusing on something hanging there. Thor spun and his blood turned to ice.
It was the end of March. He had left at the beginning of September, the wind still carrying the warmth of summer but with the bitter bite of winter. Leaves still clung to the trees, their edges only barely fraying with oranges and reds. “It’s not possible.” He whispered as if trying to convince himself rather than the other man.
“We have lost time before, why is it so impossible to believe that it has happened again.” Steve said with a soft tone. Thor shook his head.
“What have I done?” Steve’s withered came to rest on his broad shoulder in a comforting touch.
“Hopefully nothing that can’t be undone.”
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The house was silent and dark, the warmth seemingly sucked out. A cool breeze blew through an open window in the dining room. “My love?” Like he had done hundreds of times before, Thor placed one foot in front of the other, avoiding the perpetually creaky floorboards.
Silence answered him.
Fear gripped his heart tightly, a fist slowly closing around it, making his chest ache. “Y/N.” He was more firm now, needing to hear your voice even if it was just to scream at him and curse his name. He began to climb the stairs, his hand curling around the bannister, his knuckles turning pale with the force.
His foot slipped on something wet. Looking down, he expected the dark stain of blood on the hardwood but the liquid was clear, mucus-like. It smelt of birth.
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Sobs wracked your body almost painfully as you quickly fell into hysterics. Your hand clutched at the wall, barely holding on. You held our belly with your other hand, your little thunder spinning wildly beneath your palm. “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You chanted, admittedly more to yourself than your child.
Your vision started to swim as you struggled to fill your already compressed lungs through your gasping breaths. But you weren’t calming down, in fact, your stomach had begun to cramp and lightning shot up your back.
“Oh fuck.” A sudden gush of liquid from between your legs solidified your theory. “This is the best time to go into labour.” You snarled. On shaky legs, you rose back to your feet, overly mindful of still being on the stairs. Quickly, you pressed the small panic button which would send an alert to both Bucky and Sam.
“Now you just stay in there for a while, you hear?” But you knew it was useless to try and convince them so slowly, carefully, you waddled down the rest of the stairs, admittedly taking a few minutes to catch your breath on each step.
Your chest ached painfully at the thought you had to do this alone, without your husband. But the look of absolute disgust on his face turned your heart to stone. With added determination, you reached your target, Thor’s armchair.
The plush fabric was soft enough to cradle your incredibly sore body and let you sit up in a somewhat comfortable position that alleviated some pain. You could not allow your mind to wander, not now. Another cramp rolled through your stomach.
First, you get this parasite out of you and then you hunt down a god.
By the time the two ex-Avengers burst through your front door, guns blazing, your contractions were barely minutes apart. “It’s time.” You gasped between bouts of pain. Sam acted first.
He helped you stand, supporting your weight in his arms as he guided you towards the open front door. When the pair of you reached the front steps, Bucky had taken off in a panic, ripping through the house to find your hospital bag and the carseat for the baby.
“Come on mama, only a few more steps and then you can rest.” He kept his voice calm as he guided you but another spark of pain made you scream.
“Shut the fuck up you star spangled bitch. Which one of us is having a 10 pound watermelon shot out of their cooter.” He looked at you with wide eyes, truly shocked by your vulgarity. “God Sam I’m so sorry. I- Jesus Fucking Christ!” You hunched over as another contraction slammed into you like a truck.
Your hand tightened around his to the point where he winced from the pain, but like the smart man he was, he kept his mouth shut. “Got the bag, let’s go!” The soldier sprinted past you in order to shove everything into Sam’s truck before he quickly wrapped a metal arm around your plump waist and hauled you forward.
“Bucky put me down! I can walk!”
“Not fast enough.” He said, anxiety obviously lacing his tone. You attempted to squirm from his hold but you quickly exhausted yourself and let him carry you to the car.
The rest of the trip was a blur of pain and shouting, but not only from you. Sam and Bucky also contributed to the insane amount of noise in the car. You were put in a private room in the back of the hospital considering that Captain America was your delivery partner, and given all of the best amenities but none of it helped when your little thunder decided to make their entrance.
After 13 hours of being in labour, Astrid Natalia Thorsdottir was born.
“Jesus, why does she look so weird?” You glared at Bucky who had an incredibly puzzled look on his face as he watched your daughter settle to sleep in your arms. Sam smacked him upside the head for you.
“She was just pushed out of a very small hole, you’d look even worse if you went through the same thing.” And just like that, Sam was in your bad books again.
“Will you two stop it? She’s absolutely perfect.” You smiled down at your little girl, gently stroking her chubby cheek with your finger. Her faint eyebrows scrunched but she remained asleep, completely milk drunk. Already, you could see her father in her face, the shape of her jaw, the startling blue of her eyes.
God, it hurt so much. He abandoned you and yet he still haunted you in the form of something you craved so deeply. You could not stop the tears from gathering, slowly filling up behind your eyes. You couldn’t cry, please don’t cry. You begged yourself but it was of no use.
Arms wrapped tightly around Astrid, you grieved the relationship you had lost. How could he so easily believe that you would stray, break those vows you held so dear? Your chest shook with silent sobs, jostling Astrid but she did not wake. A comforting hand touched your shoulder as Sam spoke up.
“What happened?” His voice was level if not a little soft, trying to comfort the blow of the question, or more likely, the answer. You shook your head, unable to tell them.
But Bucky, being the observant man he was, quickly came to his own conclusion. “Does it have anything to do with the fact that Thor’s shoes were by the front door but he wasn’t there and you never asked us to call him?” The hitch in your breath was the answer he was looking for. “What did he do?”
The room fell silent for a moment while both men stared at you intently. “He said Astrid wasn’t his.”
“Right, Sam, we’re going to kill a god today.” You sighed and grabbed Bucky’s wrist before he could even take one step forward. As much as you would love for them to defend you, it would probably result in not only a massive rift between the very few heroes left and leave the two of them in their own hospital beds.
“Please, not now. This is not the time nor place for any of that. I just have to pick myself up and move on, that’s it.”
“But-“ Bucky started but you cut him off with a glare.
“No, we deal with it later and like adults. Today is about her.” You gestured to your baby and his eyes softened.
“Fine but if he upsets you again, I’m not holding back. I will track him down and destroy that blond idiot.”
“There is no need to track anyone down, I am already here.” Thor looked thoroughly embarrassed and heartbroken as he stood in the doorway. You could see that he was deliberately making himself smaller, like he always did when you were mad at him or he did something wrong, In this case, it was both.
Bucky’s eyes met yours with a silent question, you shook your head. Stepping forward Sam blocked the god’s view of you and Astrid with his body. “I think you should leave.” Your chest warmed with how determined your friends were to protect you both but the part of you that loved your husband no matter what, screamed out to him.
Your voice was soft but all of them heard you. “It’s ok. Will you give us a minute? We need to talk.” Thor curled in on himself even more as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. Good, you wanted him to be ashamed of what he had done.
Astrid shifted in your arms, a small cry escaping her lips so your attention was pulled away from the god and the soldiers, allowing the former to set such hateful glares on the man, he felt genuinely terrified. The pair of grey and brown eyes were alight with a fire he had never seen before, well more like he had never been on the receiving end.
But he would endure thousands of beatings and harsh glares if it meant he could be right back next to you again. He pleaded silently that they would let him pass.
Sam conceded first with a kiss to your temple and a cold look at Thor, he left. Bucky followed a few seconds after, shoulder checking the god with his metal arm as he passed. Thor barely moved but he got the message.
“What’s her name?” Astrid was fully awake now, one of her arms waving about as she had partially escaped the wrap she was in. The smile that came over your face as you looked at her made Thor’s heart skip a beat.
Her small hand wrapped around your index finger when you placed it in front of her, her grip surprisingly tight for a baby only a few hours old. “Astrid.” You replied before you laid a small kiss to her soft forehead.
Thor beamed internally. Maybe he still had a chance. “I’m sorry.” He said after a moment but you did not meet his gaze.
“You’ll have to do better than that. I cannot believe that you would think I cheated on you!” You hissed caused Thor to flinch.
“W-well I believed that I had been gone for a year-“ He tried to explain but you cut him off.
“And your first thought wasn��t ‘oh maybe I counted wrong’ but that I broke our vows? Do you know what that makes me think?” He shook his head, fear creeping through his veins. “It makes me think that you were so quick to jump on that thought because you cheated first.”
“No! No! Never! Please believe me! I could never! I love you more than anything!” He sank to his knees, begging you to believe him.
“Then why didn’t you believe me?”
“I don’t know.” Your heart dropped but you quickly steeled your face and tucked Astrid to your breast, shielding her from his view.
“Thor. If you can’t trust me enough to believe that I wouldn’t cheat on you then I don’t think this marriage can continue.”
“No please!” He cried, his hands gripping at the bedspread in a desperate move. “I cannot be without you. I need you and Astrid please.”
The tears had returned in a tidal wave, streaming down your full cheeks and wetting the neck of your hospital gown. “Then why?”
His head dropped to the mattress as if he were in prayer. “Because I was scared. Scared that I could never give you children and that some other human man could. That you would leave me because of that. I couldn’t live with myself if I kept you from having the thing you have always desired.” His voice was muffled against the thick fabric but you heard him all the same.
“It is the one thing I am meant to do and I failed you.” His own tears were falling now, but he was too cowardly to let you see them, so he kept his head down. A squeak from your daughter forced you to look down on her.
She was gazing up at you with those big blue eyes you knew so well, the eyes you had fallen in love with from the first moment you saw them. You could already see her growing up before you. Her life was in your hands, how she was raised, who she was raised by, and all you could think was that she deserves to have her father around.
“I can’t forgive you, not now. It ripped me apart when you said all those things. I was waiting for you for months, so eager to have you back in my arms to begin this new chapter together but you destroyed that hope.” Thor’s fingers curled into the scratchy sheets as he prepared himself for your rejection and your anger, but it never came. “And yet, I can’t make myself walk away. I need you more than anyone I have ever needed before and I know that I couldn’t live with myself if Astrid and I stayed away.”
With that, Thor’s body sagged like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His body trembled with relieved sobs. “But we need time and I think some counseling. We’ll be ok, I promise.” You cooed, prying your hand from Astrid’s grip to run it through his short hair. Thor nodded in agreement, not yet able to speak.
And that’s how Bucky found you hours later, Thor kneeling at your beside, your hand on his head and Astrid in your arms as you all slept, getting some much needed rest.
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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 2
Day 2 - Thigh Riding/Electro Play with Thor Odinson
Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!reader
Word count: 402
Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): thigh riding, foreplay, electric stimulation. Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.
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There’d never been a need to complain until now. He’d promised nothing but passion, stating all gods have an equal lack of self control - it’s just that every single one has different triggers. With you being his, naturally. The looks he’d thrown your way tonight between neon lighting and thrumming crowds waving their dignity away suggested self-indulgence of the best kind was on the menu for later. And now that it is later he dares to hold back, to tease you like a carrot dangling in front of a rabbit?
Unacceptable.
“The audacity of gods,” you gasp, head leaning against the stained brickwork. “I’m never dressing up for you again.”
Thor’s grip tightens and you feel a dull ache in your wrists, the vibration from his chuckles travelling into your neck and joining the reverberations from the bass inside. “If I recall correctly, you were the one who suggested trying something new.” Plush lips give way to sharp teeth, a grin following the next bite. “Is this not new enough for you, my love?”
You unsuccessfully attempt to hold back your moans, abandoning your efforts altogether as you feel his large, rough hand snake underneath your dress and a single finger pull your panties to the side. There’s a shock and you convulse for a second, hips bucking as the electricity stings your clit.
“Fuck!” You gasp.
He leans in some more, tapping your nub once more and sending a current of pain and pleasure through you before pushing a broad, wool woven clad thigh between your spread legs. Tipping his head back you now see rather than feel the smirk on his face, complemented by the literal lightning that dances in his eyes, “You should be more patient.”
It’s instinct now, the way you gyrate against his pants - too far gone to think of anything else but chasing that release, lest the man with a hundred lifetimes extends his patience. Your mouths are a hair breadths away, the god of thunder stealing your desperate stutters away like a dragon admiring his finest hoard. “I- I’m- oh, fuck me- I’m gonna-”
“Cum?” He muttered, “I hope so, pretty spark.”
His thigh and electrified fingers work in tandem, rubbing against your wet heat once, twice more before the divinity-induced waves rush through your body.
ThorThorThor-
The god in question - in praise - can be generous sometimes. He promises this too.
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Annihilate - One
I wanted to write something for me in the vein of an unsettling scenario and this is what I came up with. I know my work isn't always the usual but I'm learning that it's okay to write what I want so here it is.
Tech Bro! Thor x Female Reader / Julian (OMC) x Female Reader
Word Count: 3.7K
Warnings: 18+, world building (you know me...), hints of unsavory behavior, mentions of past religion. Anything else I put in here will be a spoiler for this first part. I think you can guess where this will go...
Summary | Your husband's new job puts the world at his fingertips, a chance to move up the corporate ladder. Despite your misgivings about it being too good to be true, the true test of your dedication to your marriage is attending the upcoming Sunday service hosted by none other than his boss, who extends a personal invite to you both.
It doesn’t feel real.
The entire thing – the office suite, the plush black leather desk chair that he sits in while he waits for the secretary to return with his coffee order – a personal secretary at that - none of it feels like it should be happening to him.
A whole secretary just for him. One that is solely there to answer every request, every whim.
Not shared, like Suzanne from his former job, overworked trying to balance five calendars and never quite nailing the whole multitasking aspect of her job. Gone are the triple booked meetings and never a break between. He has Caroline for that now – a lively woman with a blonde bob and piercing blue eyes and a professional smile who blocks out two hours on his calendar for him to take lunch because ‘he deserves it’.. The cafeteria isn’t the usual food service that is brought in from the outside, prepacked and served in warmers. It’s a whole experience, various chefs at different stations, poised to take his order.
Still, it doesn’t feel real.
Regardless of the new office suite, guilt hangs over his head at the thought of what you had to give up. A high six figure income means that the life you both used to dream of is finally here. With it came sacrifice, namely leaving your family and friends from the East Coast to travel to the other side of the country. Your parents were frustrated that you’d gone along with his big pipe dream, to accept the job that offered promises of keys to unlock a future that he had believed would once never happen.
There isn’t much to dislike from the people who are on the same floor, almost as if it was kismet to be with his peers who share the same outside preferences – music, movies, you name it. It has to be a coincidence, but Tesseract is known for its attention to detail.
He's tried to tell you about all the perks of moving to a new city, a new state. The possibilities are endless, he’s hinted, even when you’ve been focused on trying to find a new job. Not that you need one - the salary he brings in is nearly triple what you both used to bring in - but your independence has always been a big piece of your personality and there is no talking you out of doing something, especially when it means how you spend your time.
He's so focused on how he’ll make this up to you, how he’ll leave early and maybe take you out to dinner that he doesn’t hear the knock at the door, only the sensation of someone in his office before he blocks out the feeling until there is a slight clearing of a throat that makes him nearly jump out of his chair.
Straightening up at the sight of Thor Odinson, he can only estimate the price of the black bespoke suit jacket and pants with the crisp white shirt and shoes. Thor looks like he’s made of money, the kind where there are no logos adorning his clothes but the air of confidence of a man who has never had to struggle for anything in his life. When Thor strolls in, it’s with an underlying sense of a man who has nothing but time.
“Enjoying the new office?” Thor inquires, flashing him a bright smile. In another life, he could have been in a toothpaste commercial with a smile like that.
“I don’t even have words,” he replies with a nod. “Doesn’t feel real.”
“Oh, it’s real, Julian. You belong here.”
He says his name so smoothly, as if they’ve been close friends for years, Thor looking out the giant window to the ocean view ahead of them.
“How has everything been since the big move? Your wife settling in fine?”
“We’re adjusting,” Julian answers with a hard swallow. His thoughts go to you, the way you were deeply engrossed in formatting your resume that you barely lifted your head to notice he was leaving for the day. “Wife is still getting used to West Coast time and missing family and friends.”
“I can only imagine. I’m sure she’ll find that this move was beneficial for you both.”
It feels reassuring to agree with his boss, even after only knowing him for such a short time, but there’s something about Thor that puts him at ease. Despite being on the job less than a month, there’s such confidence that Julian can do anything that is placed in front of him because Thor believes in him. He’s always managed to do well in his other jobs, flying under the radar so that he was passed over for promotions and the like, his past bosses telling him he needed to market himself better to be seen. So many wasted moments, getting his hopes up before having them dashed in an instant, to sink lower into a despair he’d tried - and failed - to keep from you.
In Thor, he feels seen and heard, his comments on the new software they’ve been developing making it into a larger conversation when Thor is around, giving him credit where credit is due. It’s a surreal feeling, knowing that his work isn’t being taken for granted. There is a sense of hope again that he can do well, move upward in this company that seemingly tops all the ‘Companies to Work For’ in the business magazines that line Thor’s desk when he’s lucky enough to catch a glimpse inside the massive office.
It’s more than the shiny name plate on Julian’s desk.
It’s that the boss has come to check on him when others could barely remember his name in the past.
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“How’s the job search going?” Your mother asks the question without a hint of curiosity, as if she’s asking about the weather.
She believes this is just a phase, a slice of living that needs to happen before Julian - and you - come to the realization that this foray into a new state, a new city and a new job was a mistake. These are the phone calls you dread to take from her, knowing that you will be at her mercy when she decides she needs a listening ear to discuss all her problems because you aren’t physically there to see her sadness in real time.
“Got a few interviews lined up,” comes your reply, the low hum of surprise on the other end making you close your eyes in anticipation.
“Interviews? Does Julian know?”
“Not yet.”
Your mother says your name as a warning, quiet but enough for the twinge of irritation to dance on your nerves.
“I thought you both agreed that you’d give this a whole housewife thing a try. You don’t need to work, you know.”
“I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get restless. What am I supposed to do? There’s only so many rooms to clean.”
“This was supposed to be a fresh start for you both. I know you had your moments of doubt but he’s trying to be a better husband. I think you should meet him halfway at least. Cook him dinner or -”
“Not this again. He’s a grown man, Mom,” you remind her through a hard shake of your head, even though you know she can’t see it. “And I do make him dinner. There’s more to marriage than being a glorified dinner cook, you know.”
“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” your mother says quietly, her voice cold. “I just want you to understand that you have to meet him halfway. Like you discussed before you left, remember?”
Another warning not to push your luck. Though she’s miles away, there’s still enough guilt she can heap on to make you apologize before the phone call is through.
“I know this is hard on you, sweetheart. You left your family, your friends and your job. It’s an adjustment, no question. You have to trust him. Trust this process.”
“Did you need something?” you interrupt her, exhaling out a breath that you know she can hear.
“I just wanted to check on you. It’s been three days and not a word from my daughter. A mother gets worried, you know. It’s like I’m gone and forgotten.”
It’s better to say nothing than to try to reassure her. You’ll only end up frustrating yourself.
A long silence passes before the conversation finally has reached the end.
“I don’t know,” your mother says after a moment. “Have a good night and tell Julian I said hello.”
“Night.”
It’s how it always ends, the awkward goodbye where it feels like you’ve checked off a box in order to still stay in her good graces. The sense of relief you feel when it’s over only serves to drive home the point that this move was good for you after all, even if it doesn’t feel like it was.
Looking around the house, there’s nothing left to clean, not even a glass. Movers unpacked every box for you, the list of services paid up for the year on the fridge with a Tesseract magnet, a reminder that this job is the reason why you’re in a place five times bigger than the shoebox you used to call an apartment. It’s all happened so fast that you have to remind yourself that this is what he wanted once upon a time, when you were both younger and broke, checking your bank accounts to make sure you had enough money to go to dinner so that your cards wouldn’t decline.
He’s enamored with this job. It’s everything he’s wanted and more, the way he comes home and waxes poetic about his peers, how in sync they are and the subtle hints that an eventual meet and greet will come your way.
More importantly, he’s in complete awe of his boss, one Thor Odinson, the CEO of Tesseract. What once was a startup tech company now casts a shadow over the well established rivals.
If one could even call them that.
In all things you’ve read, Thor is a tech bro through and through - endearing interviews about his company and the work culture that his employees vouch for wholeheartedly through their company t-shirts and bright smiles on their social media. He’s wholesomely humble, even when he’s talking about his fleet of luxury cars that sit in a pristine garage, giving a heartwarming story of how he’s come from humble beginnings, even when you’re aware that his father had a hand in ‘helping’ him with a loan.
Textbook by most accounts, this CEO who wants to be seen as an equal, not as a higher up who doesn’t understand the people below him. Whatever he’s selling, you’re aware that Julian is buying, the way he has something new to report each time he comes home.
Thor Odinson can do no wrong.
Keenly aware of how Julian used to be pushed to the side to make room for the brown nosers, the kiss ups who stole his ideas while he stood idly by and did nothing, hoping that someone else would see the injustices that were being done - you can see that Thor doesn’t treat him like his former boss. You can’t deny that this is for the better, praising his boss instead of hoping that the last one could see the favoritism that permeated the culture of his last job.
You’ll take the hero worship. Julian stands a bit straighter, more confident when he talks about the trajectory of his career.
A someone instead of a somebody.
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Thor leans back in his chair, amused at the fast talking manager at the other end of the line.
“Of course, Mr. Odinson. We’ll be ready for your guests tonight. I will personally make sure that they have the best table. I assure you that they will be well taken care of.”
“I have no doubt, Isaac,” Thor replies, looking over at the clock. “I appreciate you and your team taking this reservation last minute.”
“Anything for you, Mr. Odinson. We are looking forward to it. Will it just be the two of them?”
Thor’s lips curl into a smile at the question.
“I’ll have my usual table tonight, Issac. So the second best table for my guests,” Thor hints with a laugh, one that the manager responds with a nervous laugh of his own.
“Of course. We will see you soon.”
Thor ends the call, firing off a message to Julian to confirm the reservation. He’d practically fallen out of his chair at the mention of Thor securing a reservation for him to take his wife out for the night. Julian had been particularly loose-lipped when it came to talking about his personal life, especially in regard to his wife.
Far from the Mary Sue type he’s heard husbands refer to their wives as, there’s a hint of defiance that he can hear in Julian’s reflection on the move. You’re still adjusting, even to the point of making it a point to decline any get-togethers from his peers, something that Julian feels is a missed opportunity. Assimilating into a society like this means getting buy-in from his spouse, especially when it means being presented as a united front to a new crop of future friends.
“She just needs a little… persuasion,” Julian had told him with a hopeful glance. “She’s still trying to get over not having job prospects since we moved. I keep telling her it’ll come, maybe she needs to make some friends in the meantime, you know? Network and stuff.”
The trailing off is where Thor picked up the pieces. An easy win, by his standard, coming in clutch with a reservation at a popular hot spot that requires reservations at least six months in advance. Easy enough to win points with an unhappy wife.
As he’s seen in the past.
Thor finally stands, stealing a glance at his watch before he calls it a day. There’s work to be done when he gets home - research, shower and a change of clothes.
After all, he can’t be late to surprise his newest employee.
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“Your boss really got us reservations at Vanir? Are you sure?” you prod, nervously scrolling through the menu. There are no prices listed, which makes you realize that this place is going to be expensive.
“Positive. He said it was for a job well done and he wanted us to celebrate.”
“What a saint,” you mutter, Julian shooting you a look, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
“Can’t you just be happy?” Julian rushes out, as if he was holding in a breath. “It’s a six month waiting list and he pulled some strings. We haven’t had a date in months, not even before we moved. Thought it would be nice.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t nice.”
“Sounds like it,” Julian answers tersely.
Saying nothing, your hands fall into your lap, your phone going dark. Confrontations can be exhausting, especially when it’s the usual suspects. First your mother and now Julian.
The car ride is silent, Julian changing lanes, the only sound coming from the lane indicator. You want this to work, to be the couple you know you both can be. The voice in the back of your head, the one that pops up when the silence gets too loud, reminds you that arguing won’t fix anything.
“Speaking of, he also invited us to a Sunday service.”
“Sunday service?” you repeat, Julian nodding in response. “Like church?”
“Something like that. He’s big into spirituality. Thought maybe we could go and check it out.”
“Organized religion? You’re a lapsed Catholic and I’m a former Sunday Christian.”
“It’s more like those megachurches. You go for the experience. The people, you know? The music.”
“Do we need that experience?” you question, Julian falling silent at your inquiry.
“Figured it might be good for our marriage. Not saying that we’re in dire straits but might help get us more in touch with what we need?”
“Didn’t realize we needed things.”
“Everyone needs things,” Julian answers you in a hushed tone, like he’s telling you a secret, even though it’s only the two of you inside the car. “We haven’t been the same since last year. It would be nice to get back to where we could understand each other.”
Exhaustion is all you have left to offer.
Acceptance will be a compromise, to keep the peace for a moment - maybe for the rest of the week if you’re lucky. You don’t want to argue
“I guess,” you finally answer, slumping slightly into your seat.
“So I’ll take that as a yes to Sunday?”
You allow a slight nod, Julian reaching out to squeeze your hand tightly in his own. You had it on the tip of your tongue to tell him that you have some interviews lined up but it’s since dissipated, keeping you silent.
“Good. We’ll make it a whole date on Sunday.”
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Thor sips on his scotch, taking in the scenery. He’s taken a few pictures, seeing his name trend in real time while he waits.
After all, he has nothing but time.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spies a familiar form. Julian certainly knows how to clean up well, even if he can spy the department store suit from a mile away. He has to hand it to his newest employee - he hasn’t made any waves, no mentions of wanting to climb the ladder that so many others have hinted at when they make it into the compound. Still, watching Julian reach for a hand behind him, Thor leans forward, eyes focused on the person behind him.
There you are.
The described wife who is struggling to settle in, eyes widening in wonder at the minimalist aesthetic of the restaurant, footsteps slowing to take it all in. New money, Thor muses, taking another sip. You’ll get used to having the best of everything.
It starts off small. A nice dinner here, a brand new bracelet from one of the jewelers that Thor has had a hand in helping Julian craft. Nothing too flashy, just enough for you to want to wear it often. Julian’s commitment to his job is absolute - Thor isn’t worried about that.
Your attendance on Sunday hinges on how well Julian has done in crafting the same persona he’s had professionally to personal.
A chance to indulge in your spiritual side, connect with like minded people from the congregation.
Or group, as Thor recalls telling Julian.
Packaged for better consumption.
Julian keeps a hold on you, eagerly pointing out the various pieces of artwork adorning the walls. Neither of you notice him for the moment but that’s how he likes it. He’ll watch how you both order your food, if you have the manners to use the proper utensils in the correct order. No biggie if you don’t - he’ll be happy to have you both take an etiquette class.
It’s all about optics. Can’t have his newest employee not be able to hobnob with the elites that already know what to look for in order to find a weakness in his repertoire of top performers.
When his food arrives, Isaac stands nervously, his fingers tapping against each other while Thor takes a bite. It’s a religious experience, devouring something so decadent that he stops for a moment, closing his eyes in appreciation.
The sigh of relief from Issac is heard loud and clear.
“You’ve outdone yourself again, my friend,” Thor compliments him. “Tell your chefs, I am once again pleased. I’ll have to let my brother know he’s missing out.”
“We shall take good care of him, I assure you,” Isaac agrees.
All it takes is one quick text to Loki to let him know he’ll need to review Vanir.
A single visit from Loki, world renowned restaurant reviewer and famed writer and Vanir will have a Michelin star before the week is over. It will be anonymous, of course - no one truly knows what Loki does outside of his own family - but a little boost in Vanir’s ratings and Thor’s stock in the restaurant will continue to go through the roof.
Champagne comes first, over a bed of ice in a silver bucket, expertly poured by your own private server. There’s happiness in Julian’s gaze, a look of relaxation that Thor picks up on immediately.
Which is why Julian doesn’t seem him when he comes from behind, locking eyes with you before he finishes Julian’s sentence.
“Nothing but the best for you, Julian,” Thor interrupts, Julian’s head snapping up to attention at the sight of his boss.
“Thor, hello, hi,” Julian stumbles, motioning to you. “This is my wife.”
“An honor,” Thor purrs, gripping your hand for a moment.
Not quite a shake, not quite a hello. It lingers long enough that he can see the uncomfortableness in your eyes before he lets go.
“Julian has told me so much about you. How do you like the West Coast?”
“It’s an adjustment,” you answer him, giving Julian a nervous smile before you nod at Thor. “Just a lot to take in.”
“I’m sure,” Thor agrees. “Take it day by day. There’s so much to explore. I have no doubt you’ll settle in just fine.”
“We’ll be at the service on Sunday,” Julian speaks up, Thor simply giving a smile to the news. Deep down, he’s aware of what he’s asked of his newest employee, what it means to wade outside of the office politics and into interpersonal activities.
Julian, as it turns out, hasn’t let him down yet.
“You’re in for an experience. I always leave feeling refreshed, more centered. We all need that these days, don’t we? In such a world where so much goes wrong, it’s nice to be around a group of people who are there for the same common goal. Spirituality is a journey but it is a path to enlightenment that I do not take lightly. But it is worth it, I assure you.”
After his speech, he can see the ease in your features, the way you glance at Julian for reassurance.
Sunday Christian indeed, Thor thinks, excusing himself from the table after a quick goodbye.
He’ll make you a believer.
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Be My Queen.
𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟：Thor x female!reader
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑝／𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠：Mentions of sex, kissing, no actual smut, fluff
𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒：I may make this into a story but for now, enjoy it for what it is.
You laid against his warm body, his strong arms bulging with muscles, littered with crescent marks from your nails, encircled you. Your head rested on Thor’s chest, just under his chin as the pads of his fingers gently caressed your still heaving chest. Your skin was still coated in a thin sheen, glowing in the candlelight.
Each time, you told yourself that it was just meaningless sex. It was just to dull the pain both of you had experienced, except every time you saw him, that became less and less true. You didn’t want to love him. You had heard all the rumors yet you just couldn’t help it. Thor was so gentle with you, almost like he cared for you in a way. Sometimes it almost felt as if he shared your feelings of love.
“Are you alright, my princess? I didn’t hurt you this time, did I?” Thor’s husky voice from exhaustion made your belly do back flips. Your silence must have worried him.
You shook your head against him, a sleepy smile on your lips as you scooted yourself up, craving his lips on your own. “Not at all. Felt so good. Like always.”
“Don’t ever let me hurt you, love.” One of his hands lifted to your hair as he buried his fingers in your soft locks. “I only ever want to make you feel like royalty, understand?”
You nodded, dipping your head to his the blush crawling up your neck. He was acting strange tonight, very familiar and tender. It almost felt loving but that couldn’t be it. The royalty part got you though. It felt as though there was another meaning.
“Be my queen.” Thor whispered after a few moments of you hiding and almost complete silence in the room. He used his grip in your hair to make you look at him. “I want you to be my queen.” He repeated, a frown on his face, afraid that your lack of acknowledgment meant you were refusing him.
In reality, you were absolutely shocked. “I- well, you-“ you stammered.
“I see. I’m not going to make you, Y/N. Don’t worry, beautiful.” He was trying to appear indifferent but he was clearly disappointed.
“Wait-“ you moaned. Your head dropped and you pressed your lips onto his. They fit perfectly together. “I just need to hear it first.” It was more of a want because the meaning was implied when he, the prince and future king if Asgard, asked you, a servant of his house, to be his queen.
“Hear what? I will tell you anything!”
You could tell he was getting excited. “Tell me you love me?” You give him a pouty lip and soft doe eyes to match.
“That’s all? Oh, sweet girl, if that’s all it takes, I’ll tell you a million times over.” His other hand comes up to cup your cheek. “I love you, y/n. I have more love for you than there are stars in the sky and I’ll remind of such every time we’re close enough for me to speak it.”
Your pout is replaced with a smile. One that takes over your face and you want to look away but he stops you. “Now will you be my wife and my queen, darling?”
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Snowed In
Summary: Your boyfriend is away and his brother is here to play.
Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements, abuse of alcohol, drunken sex, oral (f receiving), abuse of trust, unprotected sex
Characters: Dark!Thor x F!Reader
A/N: Sinful Sunday is among us and who better to bring it in than the god of thunder himself? The fic is dark so please heed the warnings.
As always, your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Tell me what you liked about the story, or even if you hate it. I like hearing your thoughts. Reblogs would be very much loved for it will help my share my story.
And lastly, I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️
“Everything set, cupcake?”
You look to your side and smile when you see Thor standing by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he leans his shoulder against the threshold.
You nod your response and close up the drawer. Thor moves aside to let you pass, hearing Loki’s bedroom door close as you head down the hall and to the stairs.
“Don’t you think that hiding spot was too easy?” He asks from behind. You look over your shoulder and shake your head.
“I didn’t hide it in the drawer.” You grin.
“Oh? Where then?”
“Why would I tell you?” A laugh leaves your lips and you sigh softly as the warmth of their living room encases you, grabbing your neglected mug of cocoa from the coffee table. “Besides, it would be fun to have the both of you flip his room upside down when he asks your help to find it.” You give him a playful look.
“Such a naughty girl you are.” He kids and you roll your eyes at him, turning your attention back to your now cold drink before gulping it all down. “Top up?” The question comes as soon as you pull the mug away from your lips, Thor towering in front of you as he holds his hand out.
“No thanks. But that cocoa was delicious.” You hand him your cup. “You always make the best one.” A grin forms on his lips at your praise and he stalks towards the attached kitchen to discard the mugs into the sink.
“Leaving already?” He asks all of a sudden when you pull on your puffer.
You nod as you zip your jacket close.
“I was hoping you could join me for dinner.” Hope lingers in his tone when he holds up a casserole of what you think is Mac and Cheese. “Loki is going to be a while, you know how our father is, and it would be nice to not have to eat alone for once.”
“I can’t stay, Thor. I’m sorry.” You give him a sad smile as you near him by the kitchen counter. “I have some work I need to get done before Monday.”
You can’t help but chuckle at the pout he gives you, how such a big man could show such a childish display. You near him and give his arm a light pat but not before peeking at the food he’s prepared over by the stove.
“Can’t I tempt you to stay with a bottle of wine?”
“I really can’t plus you know how much of a lightweight I am.” You chuckle.
He sighs, though the smile on his lips returns and he gives you a nod. “Very well. At least let me pack you some for home. I won’t be able to finish all this.”
Thor preens at your agreement, rummaging through the cupboard for a container and waiting for him as he packs it heavily with the comfort dish.
You were always fond of Thor’s caring persona. Amazed at how his brusque physic hides a softer side. He was the first to approach you when Loki had you tag along to the college reunion with his friends. It was your first time meeting him despite Loki’s countless stories that involved him, yet as soon as the both of you got talking, it was like you have known each other for years.
He even complimented you on the cupcakes you brought to share that evening, and praised you further when he found out you made them yourself. It’s how you’ve come to have that nickname, one that only he would use.
You look around the house, busying yourself as you waited for him to finish packing the food. But you frown when you catch sight of the weather through the window. Thor calls you when you push away from the counter, ignoring his question, and heading over to the glassy pane, only to be disappointed when you see the roads already covered in snow.
“What’s wr—” Thor’s voice comes close and you hear him tsk as he bares witness to the wrath of nature. “I didn’t know a storm was upon us.”
“Maybe it’s not that bad.” You tell him and make your way to the door. “I could still probably make it home if I leave now.” But Thor stops you, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him.
“Are you mad? You could barely see the road.” He grunts and shakes his head. “I can’t have you drive in this storm. Loki would agree with me as well.”
“But my work—”
“Your safety is more important than your job.” Thor scolds and you know he’s right. “C’mon. Get comfy and I’ll prepare dinner. We can even binge that animated show you like so much.” He says as he ushers you back to the couch, your eyes blinking when he takes the liberty of unzipping your puffer for you.
You slip out of your jacket, Thor draping it back on the armchair as you take a seat once more on the couch.
The show playing on the television acts as good background noise as the both of you talk and dine in the living room; each holding a bowl of mac and cheese and glasses of red wine sitting atop the low table.
Despite your protests, he’s coaxed you into indulging in a glass. Though you find no regrets in taking up his offer as the fruity essence tickles your tongue, giving life to the cheesy dish that Thor has made.
“You want another?” Thor offers when you take the last sip of your beverage, your eyes looking back and forth from your empty glass to the bottle in his hand. “Another won’t hurt. I promise.” He says with a smile and you shrug, grinning at him as you hold out the glass.
But another slowly bleeds into one more, and after the last one, you’re already drunk, feeling the alcohol swirling in your belly and your head growing heavy. You blink your eyes as your vision begins to haze, looking up at Thor’s blurry image when he nears you, a chuckle leaving his lips as he cups your face with his large hands.
“Are you okay, cupcake?” You hear him ask but you don’t know if you voiced out your response or nodded instead as another round of laughter escapes him. “Alright, it’s time to get you to bed.” He says and you want to protest, want to tell him that you can stay on the couch but your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton and he already has you standing from your seat, his arm wrapping around your waist securely as he guides you through the maze of furniture and up the stairs.
You grab hold of his hand on your hip as you climb each step, taking your time and trying to feel each incline with your foot before putting one forward. But such an attempt has proven to be a failure when your knees fold, Thor catching you easily underneath, preventing you from colliding with the wooden steps, taking you in his arms, and carrying you the rest of the way.
He places you atop a soft surface; a bed, a hum escaping you as you’re slowly cocooned in warmth, your limbs relaxing, and eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open, hanging onto the sliver of consciousness. A scent of what you make out as lavender invades your senses and you blink when you notice Thor hovering over you, piercing sapphires staring down at your hooded eyes, his golden hair hanging like a curtain at the sides of his face.
You make out the frown on his lips, forcing yourself to stay awake, but your eyelids are too heavy that you give up trying. A soft purr forms at your throat when you feel his hand caress your side, his other taking purchase of your own and pressing it hard against his cheek.
“Why did Loki have to see you first?” He mumbles, your brows furrowing as you try to register his words. “You should be mine.” It comes as a low growl and your face twists in confusion, his lips making contact with the inside of your wrist.
“Thor?” You murmur incoherently but he shushes you, placing a finger gently against your lips before replacing it with his own.
Your head is too muddled to comprehend what’s happening, that all you feel is the softness of his lips against yours, his kiss unhurried yet full of yearning while his hand continues to move against your body, fingers grazing the cotton of your sweater and your leggings.
He breaks the kiss and moves away, a sense of reprieve washing over you before you elicit a whine as cool air licks your skin when your thighs come free from your winter buskins and your cunt bare of your panties. You move your shoulders, heavy arms reaching for cover but strong hands grab your wrists, pushing them underneath you so that you end up pinning yourself down.
You whimper from the lack of movement, a moan retching from your throat when your thighs as spread wide, Thor’s hands kneading your flesh while his lips trace kisses along the inside.
You believe it to be a dream, a wicked illusion of some sort. A trickery conjured by your alcohol-addled mind. But once more, you try to stop him, moving your legs to close but he’s strong against your drunken stupor, your body lax and limp, making you surrender to his ministrations.
His mouth alternately bites and kisses your soft skin before they settle on your clit. The breath from your lungs leaves you when you feel his warm tongue roll against the bud, the wet muscle exploring your sex, lapping on your slit, tasting and licking the essence that slowly gathers at your cunt.
Your head spins as the pleasure slowly builds in your core, Thor’s hands unrelenting in holding you down, keeping you open for him while he feasts on your pussy. Your spine tingles when a finger pushes through your folds, your back arching at the sudden intrusion and you hear the wet noises he makes, the squelching of your pussy as it sucks his digit in further.
“Oh, cupcake.” He breathes against your skin and you pant when he adds another thick finger, spreading them apart, scissoring them, and stretching you wide. Your muscles strain from the pain that mixes with the inexplicable desire that pools in your stomach.
He thrusts. Slow and long, taking his time to fill you as he buries his fingers to his knuckles before pulling it back once again, only for him to do it again and again. His name comes out as a babble from your lips and you gasp when his lips latch around your swollen bud, sucking on it hard while his fingers move in tandem with his mouth.
You teeter between oblivion and awareness, eyes fluttering yet unseeing from the strong sensation that rumbles through your entire being. Your breathing goes heavy, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as you try to suck in air, but a silent scream rips from your lips when a spike of pleasure stabs you, the pit of your abdomen churning at the sudden release.
Thor hums, satisfaction present in his tone, your pussy clenching from the loss of his digits and his mouth taking its place, drinking up every drop of your sweet nectar that continues to flow out of you.
You’re left panting on the bed, chest heaving as you try to regulate your erratic breathing. But such respite only lasts mere seconds as your arms are pulled from underneath your torso, your sweater and bra peeled from your body, and you mewl as Thor cups your tits with his large hands, kneading, massaging greedily before wrapping his lips around your pert nipple to suck on them.
His tongue rolls against the bud delicately, just like how he did your clit. His lips sucking on the nipple like a man starved before pulling away, only to give the same treatment to the other.
The bed dips as he kneels at the edge of the bed, pushing his knees underneath your legs to have your thighs frame his naked pelvis. He then grabs your arms and slings them over his shoulders, his lips leaving your tits and you cling to the muscles of his back when he lifts you from the mattress, your body limp against his muscular form as he positions the both of you at the center of the bed.
“So beautiful.” He whispers and you fight to open your eyes once again, chancing a peek and blearily seeing his dark eyes focused on you, beard glistening with your arousal.
He lays you back down on the bed, hands pressed on either side of your head. He leans down, lips brushing against yours, his kiss still soft yet taking more and more. He then trails his lips down to your chin, then your neck, lips, and tongue running down the expanse of your sternum then kissing the sides of your breasts.
You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock rub against your soaking cunt, his voice low on your skin when he whispers words you can’t pick up. You mewl when he aligns himself to your slit, his groans filling your ears and you gasp when he slowly pushes through your folds, your walls stretching even further from the size of his length. You whine upon feeling yourself grow full, the pain searing in your pelvis as if you’ll be ripped in half.
“...t-too m-m-much…”
“You can take it, cupcake.” He urges softly, dropping down to his elbow as his hand caresses the top of your head, the other reaching down to take hold of your waist, massaging your strained muscles as he continues to push in.
You groan through gritted teeth when he bottoms out, Thor growling against your cheek and staying still as your pussy pulses around him, squeezing his cock tight as your walls adjust to his size. He then pulls back, choking at how his length rubs against your walls then all at once your breath is pushed from your lungs when he thrusts hard, your body jolting against the mattress.
The movement of his hips is easy, unhurried, lips finding purchase on your cheek once more, the scruff of his beard rubbing your skin raw. But his rhythm gradually picks up its pace, quickening, giving yet taking all the same, that each thrust makes you gasp and moan and mewl as he dives in deeper, stretching parts of you that you never thought would.
You try to move your hand, grabbing his forearms but the thought of pushing him away leaves you as your mind remains clouded and dull, knowing nothing but the pleasure this man is giving and wanting nothing more than to scratch the itch that begins to burn within your core.
Thor’s hand starts to roam; first on your tits then between your body and you whimper when his fingers press down on your clit, flicking and rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. Your body goes rigid as the added stimulation rushes into you hard, your skin burning from pleasure, the euphoric sensation shrouding you and your muddled senses.
He snaps his hips faster, his hand leaving your pearl and curling his arms underneath your shoulders to hold you down and flush against him. Your hands grab hold of his forearms and you turn into a moaning mess, digging your nails into his skin as he ruts into your relentlessly, the sound of smacking flesh mixing with his growls invading your ears, bringing you higher and higher into your peak.
Thor mumbles your name and you squeak back in response, his lips claiming yours, devouring your moans, swallowing them whole. Your heart beats faster, and your muscles clench as the tension within you tightens, back arching off the bed when the tip of his cock repeatedly presses against the sweet spot hidden within.
“Come for me, baby—” He coaxes, knees digging further into the bed that has your ass lifting into the air, feeling him slide even deeper from the angle he fucks you in. “Come for me.” His words are strangled and you moan when you feel him throb against your walls.
A quick sense of clarity then rushes into you as the tension in your core finally snaps, crying out as the blinding orgasm takes a hold of you, body going stiff, legs shaking and your pussy walls fluttering around his cock, coating him with your sweet juices as you come undone underneath him.
He chants your name like a prayer he was born to say, his cock easing in and out of you even more from your essence. Then he’s grunting, his muscles going taut beneath your hands and you gasp as he fills you up with his seed. He keeps thrusting in you, your body crushing underneath, helpless from his massive form as he continues to pump out every drop.
Your arms go limp as you pant heavily, shivering as your heart slowly descends from its frenzied beating. The haze once more returns and you can’t find the strength in you to move, the effects of the alcohol and exhaustion claiming to pull you back into a sense of limbo once again.
“I love you, cupcake.” Thor’s voice comes soft, showering your face and your neck with kisses as he adjusts you both on the bed, his cock still hard and nestled inside. The darkness eventually looms over you, cradling you along with the hands of Thor and lulling you, finally falling into oblivion.
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Your entire body aches when you wake and you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck with how your head throbs. The scent of mint and pine surrounds you and when you open your eyes, you see the familiar surroundings of Loki’s room.
“There she is.” His voice comes in soft and you blink from your stupor when you feel a soft kiss press against your temple.
“Loki?” You call and you feel the familiar hands rest against the side of your face, your vision coming clear and you see his emerald eyes shining down on you. “You’re home?”
“I am, darling.” He hums and you slowly push yourself up from the bed, Loki guiding you and squeezing himself to sit beside you. “Here.” A cool glass is then pressed into your palm and you take it, feeling something being slipped past your lips, Loki urging you to take a drink.
You do as he bids, taking the glass to your lips and drinking greedily as the water cools your dry throat. There’s soreness between your thighs and you try to wrack your head as to why.
You hand Loki back the glass and lazily slump back into the bed, the blanket covering you once more up to your chin.
“Thor said you indulged last night,” Loki says softly and the memory comes to the forefront of your mind. Thor packing you dinner. Getting snowed in. You and Thor eating and drinking in the living room. But it’s all you get—it’s all that flows into your head. “Good thing he was here to take care of you.” He adds and you blink up once more to focus on your boyfriend’s face.
“He did?” You ask and you see a glimpse of gold by Loki’s door.
Thor’s body almost takes the expanse of the threshold, his eyes fully intent on you, a stoic expression on his face. He seems to be thinking, observing and calculating but you blink away such thoughts as another pang of pain takes over your head.
“You were quite out of it, cupcake.” He calls from where he stands, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“You go back to sleep,” Loki says at your side, a lazy smile forming on your lips when he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “We’ll see if I can drive you back later but for now, rest.”
You nod and mumble your thanks, eyes closing as you allow sleep to take over once more.
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Wrath, Seafoam Green, mischievous, rock, THOR-no one ever writes about the love of my life :(
Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian female reader (no other speficications)
Word Count: 1158 words
Outline: Thor finds you naked in his private chambers.
A/N: kenz baby, ilysm! this is for you, enjoy <3 set in thor2 at the beginning of the movie! first time writing for thor, too!
warnings: dub-con (but previous mutual pining), female masturbation, breast fucking, male + female ejaculation, swearing, roughness, minors dni!
Main Masterlist ・❥・Sleepover Masterlist
You feel delirious and completely in a trance.
Your eyelids are getting heavy but there is a heat in your body dancing inside and transforming you. You can feel your fingertips burn as you stumble around the big room, you squint your eyes trying to figure out where you are. Everything is adorned in red and gold colors and the vastness of it could only mean it was the Prince's room. You fall on the bed and get lost inside the velvet sheets, your body reacting to his smell.
You can't help yourself, lust overcoming your brain and you roam your hands all over your body, touching yourself under your gown. His smell was too strong, making your brain into mush. And his smell was overbearing, everything filled you up so wonderfully inside.
After what felt like forever and many orgasms later, you wake up to the sound of Thor's thunderous voice yelling Loki's name. Bewildered, you try to get dressed, accidentally slipping out of the bedding only to rip your dress, leaving you naked for Thor to see. For a moment you both pause staring at one another but you can't help yourself as you slightly rub your legs together trying to gain your balance while looking at him. His smell was so strong it made the same burning ignite tremendously inside you. Your body cried out for him and before you could stop yourself, you fall behind on the bed touching yourself once more.
Thor comes closer to you, his expression is mixed with confusion and anger. He is opening his mouth to speak and he is saying something you can't quite tell, all you can do is moan out his name. It all feels so hazy like something has completely overtaken you. He is saying something between 'this is Loki's tricks' and 'you need to fight it' but it all feels blurry. You need him, you need to beg for him and so do you, touching his chest with your foot and pleading your case.
"I've always wanted you, always cried out for you, please have me, sweet prince." You plead out, your body squirming and Thor's expression remains as angry as ever. That wasn't the response he was expecting but the truth is that you found the Prince very attractive evidenced by your continuous vivid dreams. You can smell beer in his beard and dried blood on his armor from the earlier battlefield. This was the man that needed to be praised for his doings and you were more than happy to serve him. You begin to touch your breasts and arch your back for him hoping for any kind of friction.
"Fuck it." Thor curses out and climbs on top of you ripping off his shirt and remains of armor crushing his lips against yours. He has been craving you as well but he was far too polite, too occupied to get what he wanted. It's desperate, it feels like your bodies have been craving each other for a long time, and you tug at any fabric he has left trying to set him free. For a moment you can hear him laugh at your desperation, and as your fingers are working on the ropes of his trousers, you feel his hand around your neck pushing you down on the mattress.
"Desperate little girl, is that you or just the power of magic?" He ponders, his free hand setting himself free, allowing you to finally see his cock. Is as big and wondrous as you had hoped for. Your mouth is salivating at the thought of this beast inside you and you try to move your hand to touch him but Thor grabs your wrists with his free hand and pins them behind you.
"No, little one. This would be too much for your desperate little cunt. Do you know the amount of training I had to do with my maids in order to take a little bit of it?" You whimper and cry out, you can't help your luck and the next thing you feel is him leaning on you kissing your neck and leaving love marks. You try to squirm underneath him and touch his cock by any means but his grip is very tight on you.
What are his plans?
"I'm gonna let go of your hands and you are going to hold your breasts for me. Understood? No misbehaving. I won't tolerate it."
You nod your head frantically, begging that you will do an excellent job, and then Thor is resting his knees on the side of your body and places his huge cock in between your breasts. Obediently you open your mouth, knowing you will feel some of his tip and dart out your tongue. Thor then fucks your breasts with such vigor and aggression that has your eyes in tears. He is holding the top of your head in place and moves his hips against your body as if he is trying to drill you into the mattress. Your pussy is clenching ever so desperately, a small pool has now formed. The scene is absolutely obscene at the way Thor is defiling your body. The entrance is still open and you know anyone could walk in and watch you getting cock fucked by the prince of Asgard.
There's nothing you wanted more, you know the more obedient you are the more your chances are for him to fuck you like you want him. So you obey, every single little thing, his roughness, his cock, just to gaze upon his concentrated face, his luscious hair falling on his face with each thrust. His ocean blue eyes never leave yours, wanting to see you as pliant and as serene as he likes.
When Thor cums, he does so with no warning, choosing instead to shoot his load inside your mouth. Watch you desperately trying to swallow and take it all, your face pleading for him. He hasn't touched you at all where you had been craving the most yet, choosing to ruin your upper body and your lungs it seemed. But then is as if he heard you and he places his thumb on your clit turning a bit round.
"You made such a big mess, little girl. Now, where am I supposed to sleep?" He scoffs and you want to apologize but that's when he presses your clit so aggressively rubbing with such a tendency that has you scream so loud, it makes you see stars. The intensity of just his touch like that on you shocks you.
At that moment you lost your vision completely and a couple of hours later you woke up to the sight of Thor's naked body sleeping. The image of his chest rising up and down for air made your pussy clench and all you could do is pray he woke up hungry again. You'd be ready and obedient, just for him.
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