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widowsofchaos · 8 months

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𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬

summary: if Asgardian mead can transcend two super soldiers into three sheets in the wind, then is there Asgardian herb to send a smoker like you to Vallah? pairing: Thor x black!enhanced!reader (established/married relationship) ao3 warnings: herbal smoking, smut (porn with plot), and filthy use of astral projecting. a/n: Guardians of the Galaxy cameo, Rocket being a furry menace. New Asgard cameo. Valkyrie cameo. Just a self-indulgent piece on my love for Thor, and weed. For @canumoveurseatup-no cause we’re Thor and weed loving whores. This was finished way long ago, like way before MoM came out, so the writing style isn’t up to my liking. It was just a self-indulgent fix it, I guess.

“You’re really not going to share? Really?!”

Furry pointed ears flex agitatedly, tiny palms kneed into his eyes, claws dually scratching his furry face --- small paws stomp on the floor akin to a toddler, grieving as if the world is against him; on all floors as he bounces on the flooring, hunching over as he snarls in withdrawing agitation --- all for galactic weed.

A click of the tongue, “Look at him --- I told you it’s good.” Krog laughs as he packs handfuls of herb in the plastic bag, as the snarling scavenger twirls around his ankles. The rock-being stood frozen, in amusement to watch the tiny animal have a withdrawal, standing next to him is his Asgardian liege.

In his palm, marveling at the Asgardian herb that was glowing with golden streaks within the stems, luckily seeds were saved before the disaster of Asgard; now nurtured, and gardened in Norwegian soil.

“I am Groot.” The teenaged tree-being grunts, with his arms crossed against his chest. “He is a jerk!” Rocket shouts, his claws scratching the wooding; a high-pitched yelp emits from the unhinged raccoon.

“Oh hush --- you know he’s going to pack us some.” A green palm grabs Rocket by the vest, as he flails, his furry tail twirling; small teeth gnawing the air at the mere act of being man-handled.

A sweet low giggle, “You know he’s just teasing.” Gamora nestled Rocket between herself and Peter on the couch; Peter too engrossed in the newest gorey Mortal Kombat video game with Drax to even jab a joke or two.

Rocket nearly wails, head thrashing against the cushioning of the couch, “I need some now!” Never one to lose his composure, always snarky with his jokes, and remarks. Gamora shushes him once more, as she pats his head gently with her green fingertips.

Krog nudges Thor by the elbow, catching his attention. Handing Thor two massive bags of herbs, and blunts --- expertely. Years spent on Midgard, Krog took up a multitude of hobbies, and conveniently, one of them is rolling up.

“Two?! Look at those big bags!” Gamora shushes Rocket again, fingertips stroking the fur between his ears.

“Do not worry, you will get your fix.” Thor teases, jacket zipped, and ready to take his leave back to the States. Rocket grumbles, snout pouting, as Thor gives his goodbyes.

The brisk Norwegian air fans against his face, a nice reprieve on his skin. Stepping out of the bricked home, he basks in the scenery for a moment.

Catching his sight, perched against the wall of the house by her foot is Brunnhidle. Flickering on a light, igniting her joint, that clung between her lips. Thor hums, leaning on his hip, “How does it feel?”

She exhales a long puff of air, “Amazing. It’s been too long.” She gazes up at the sodden sky with blissful content. Cocking her head to her shoulder, her mirthful eyes catch his. Gesturing to him with the jut of her chin, “Taking some home to my wife?”

Thor playfully grumbles under his breath, “Yes,” he huffs. Brunnhilde breathes a chuckle, “Please, you will tell me how she’ll handle it.” It’s no secret Thor’s precious wife is a little pothead, and has been one of the loudest to hound for the special Asgardian herb.

The blunt that glows with streaks of gold within the twisted wrinkles of the paper is marveled between her fingers, blowing a gust of smoke, “You know she’s going to become a little crackhead for it.”

Thor belly laughs, “When is she not?”

---

Tiny snuffles breathe against your breast-bone --- soft plump cheeks, the slope of a button nose --- as heart-shaped baby lips suckle against the swelled tit; chubby fingers grip sweetly yet with youthful vigor the collar hem of your shirt, tugging it more under your breast.

The infant drinks his milk with joy, doe-eyes gleam at you with such wonder, and innocence, as your fingers fondle tenderly in his thick locks of hair.

Caressing his fuzzy dome, as he drank from you --- the fifth time today --- only five months old, yet already has an appetite that rivals his own father.

Cradling him in your arms, shoulder-blades leaning against the head-board --- supported by massive plush pillows --- pinching fingertips toys with his curls that springs back in shiny coils, his toes curling against the skin of your belly.

The nape of his small head is held by the crock of your elbow, dripples of milk seep from the corner of his mouth, wiping it by your finger, you coo at your son. “My baby boy, so hungry.” Chin to chest, as your lips featherly kiss against his temple; nuzzling the tip of your nose within his curls.

“Bjørn, ljúfi drengurinn minn. Líf mitt.” Bjørn, my boy. My life. The Icelandic language no longer fumbles from your tongue awkwardly --- like it did during the months of your pregnancy.

It was set in stone, a goal to learn the language that was closest to old Norse; an homage to your husband, and a catalyst for your son to grow up proud of his roots.

Bjørn Erik Odinson, born at 4:50 a.m, 8.8 pounds, skin as brown as shiny garnet, pudgy rolls adorning his arms, and legs, small toes that you love to munch on, just to hear his beautiful laugh.

Bjørn excitedly huffs, tit still in his mouth; snuggling him closer to your chest, you trace his pudgy cheek, the slope of his button nose.

You thank your God, and the Gods of all nine realms, for bestowing this fate. For your husband, for your baby, for your surrogate family --- it's everything you ever dreamt for.

A creak lingers near the doorway, your eyes dart upwards --- to catch Thor cheekily standing at the entrance; it’s comical how his bulky shoulders, and towering height just barely fit against the door-frame.

Also --- it’s eerie how a massive 200+ molded demigod that has the power over thunder can tread in silence --- when he wants to, usually he walks around in life as the embodiment of a golden retriever.

Out-stretching your open palm, fingers wiggling; Thor gets the hint, he walks happily towards you, a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

He belly-crawls upon the bed, on his arms, and knees; seeking out your warmth, as his arms circle around your midriff, kissing the small soles of Bjørn’s feet.

“I miss my little bear cub,” another kiss on his tippy toes, “And I’ve missed my queen.” His lips find the flesh of your tummy, an open-wet kiss; suckling the flesh. His lips trail your skin, to the pouch of your belly, a little remnant of your baby weight.

Bjørn’s small toes curl softly against Thor’s forehead, earning a chuckle from him. Thor nuzzles his nose against Bjørn’s under foot, the bridge of his nose wiggles under his small toes.

His milky fingers gently strokes the soft skin of his chubby leg, his blue gems staring adoringly at his son.

“So --- how’s my wife?” You breathe a snicker as Thor pinches the meat of your thigh playfully, earning a squeal from you.

“Brunnhilde is doing just wonderful.” Thor lazily smiles, laying his head back on your stomach. “New Asgard is thriving, and growing.” Thor nuzzles his face against your tummy, as Bjørn drinks from you.

There’s something weighing on your tongue, you’ve been waiting all day for this --- matter-of-fact, you’ve been waiting for months to finally experience the Asgardian high. You nudge your ankle at the arch of his back, Thor happily peers up at you.

“Did you get it?” Your eyes widen owlishly, with fervent yearning. Thor hums, the vibration tickles the slope to your navel, “My queen, you’re insatiable.”

His breath fans your skin, enticing you, you whine, “Thor.” Your ankles shuffle against his midriff, as he belly-laughs.

“Yes, yes.” He spoke through his chuckles, “I made sure to get it.” He kisses you once more.

---

“Thanks again for agreeing to watch him.” You spoke, as you held your son against your chest.

Bjørn’s small fist fondles your golden chain, his little snorts under his breath, you kiss his head with a nibble. “Of course, I just love Bjørn.” Wanda’s hands wiggle, gesturing in ‘gimme gimme’ with the biggest stretched smile, split from ear to ear. Cradling your son in her arms, fawning over him in glee.

“The boys can’t wait to see him, they just love to show Bjørn their toys.”

It was only natural for Bjørn’s godmother to baby-sit him.

Ever since Wanda got her sons, and husband Vision back --- through a turbulent journey of the multiverse where hundreds of different realities branch off from the original where you reside, where you found your brother-in-law alive, by the guiding hand of time-travel, learning the existence of variants, the Watcher above time and space, by the help of Dr. Strange, and his malice other-half, bumping into different Peters --- all whilst pregnant --- to the birth of your son; it’s been a tough long year.

It’s so much more to tell, but recounting in memories pains your brain, and rather rest from it. It’s over and done with, and now everyone can start anew once again.

Bjørn’s little arms encircle the slope of Wanda’s neck, as she nuzzles her face against his cheek.

Bjørn held lovingly against her chest, worries of separation eases itself in your chest --- separation anxiety has been riddling you intensely, if your son wasn’t latched on your chest, you were a wreck.

And so was he.

But this is needed, alone time with the love of your life --- and finally, oh yes finally, able to inhale the sweet Asgardian weed. It was brought up in conversation years ago, when three of your closest friends were alive, and well --- the memory of their happy faces floods tears in your eyes, you miss them dearly.

Rolling up blunts, Tony, Clint and yourself being the weed experts --- Tony was hounding Steve to take just one inhale, practically begging him; nudging the blunt near him.

Thor watched on in amusement.

Unprovoked, boasting in his tone, goblet pinched between his fingers, “On my planet, our herbs are much stronger.” And without such a glance upon you all, he gulps a hefty swallow of his mead, not one spared look.

Tony, and Clint frozen stiff in their seats, eyes widening as fish-eyes, as you stared at Thor agaped, your blunt falls on your lap, mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me, point break?”

“The Aryan Jesus has the nerve to hold out on us!”

“More like Judas!”

Thor chuckles as he gups down the last of his mead, turning his head to glance at all of you, “It’s more used for ceremonies.” Everybody snickers except for Tony, Clint and yourself; more of a jest towards all three of you.

“Darling,” You cut in, crawling on your hands and knees on the couch, nearing a smug Thor, “what are you talking about?” You began pawing at him as a cat.

Onyx painted tips gripping his massive biceps, “Baby, baby, baby---”slithering on his lap, “When were you going to tell me? Me. Of all people, me.”

Thor nearly went cross-eyed as his nose met yours, “You need to bring some---” everyone is crippling in laughter, as you climb on Thor as a little chimp on an oak tree.

It was a fun night, mostly with you badgering Thor to bring some weed back from his planet, with little teasing, ‘Just quickly go home, and come back with it.’ But Thor would shush you with his delicious lips, his arm looped around the nape of your neck, reminding you that the weed back home has become sparse, mostly harvested for special occasions, but he promised to bring some when he could.

Unfortunately, chains of events over the years prevented it from happening --- until now.

“See you later, my baby.” Bjørn giggled as you attacked his plump cheeks with kisses, but another set of lips kissed his curly dome; you felt him, towering over you, his crotch slowly growing for you. “My sweet boy.” Bjørn’s toothless smile gleams with such innocence, and pure happiness, with a little bob of his head against Wanda’s cradling palm.

It was hard for you to part from your son, especially for Thor, he had to compose himself, always wanting his son laying on his chest, caressing his plump cheeks, always carrying his son in his arms everywhere.

Both of you wave as Wanda leaves with your son, his diaper bag hanging at her shoulder --- just for one evening. He’ll be back later, you kept reminding Thor.

A shaky sigh leaves his lips, as the elevator closes, Wanda waves with Bjørn’s little chubby hand in hers.

Twirling on the soles of your feet, you place your open palms on his chest, shushing him. Thor’s eyes closed, his cavity nearly shattering, “It’s okay, baby. It won’t be long till our little cub is back. He’s not even sleeping over.” Standing on the tips of your toes, kissing his molded chest, his thick biceps encircle around your waist, lifting you up.

You kiss the tip of his nose, hugging the slope of his neck with your arms; as he rocks you back and forth.

---

“Are you ready, my love?”

A joint pinched between his fingertips, within the wrinkled twistings was fluorescent glimmers of rainbow colors --- its scent was potent, yet intoxicating. Just a small whiff of it is strong to your senses. Anxious hands try to paw at his wrist, but Thor holds it far from you, tsking you.

“Patience,” Thor muses, kissing your forehead, pacifying your huffs, softly stomping your foot. “You must inhale carefully. Please, my love.” His fingers cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb strokes your skin, you mewl.

“I promise.”

---

It’s idyllic.

It’s --- there’s no words to describe the high you’re experiencing. Time ceases, your skin prickles with goosebumps; you felt as if you were floating on your back. Laying down on the carpeted flooring, spread eagle, as Thor rests his head on your belly.

Splotches of colors paint the air, your tongue is delighted, as if you can taste the chromas. Soon the atmosphere shifted shade --- from calm dewy sunlight to a serene verdant cast upon the living space.

Gleaming through the ceiling high windows, daylight settles calmly; the atmosphere is soothing.

As if landing on another planet, you both star-gazing into the skies of a foregin galaxy.

Both of you frolicking around the empty compound, naked, tearing each other's clothes off, rolling around the carpeted floor; kissing, and dry humping.

It’s delirious, and you laugh, and he laughs --- you both can’t stop. Reality shifts into another plane of existence --- as if you left Earth.

“Thor, where are we?”

“In our own world, my love.” He hugs you, lifting you up in the air, melting into a field, the grass feels soft like the pillows back home. You can let go, a nether land; it’s amazing.

You look up to the sky, you can see the moon up close, yet far enough. Gazing upon it, you whisper “Thor, do you see that?” Pointing up at the sky, milky lavender with twinkling stars, it looks like the northern lights down on Earth.

A surge of emotions bloom in your chest, such deep love for Thor, for Bjørn, for life --- life, life, life. You’re alive, it’s okay to feel pain, feel everything life gives.

Is this a coming to Jesus moment?

“I love you.” You wail, tears fall down your cheeks, “Oh God, I love you.” You cry, a smile that makes your cheeks hurt, your hands on his chest, head falls back.

You look down to see Thor is crying too, but that toothy smile fades into a wrinkled frown; shushing him, hands on his cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby.” Kissing his nose, the crease between his brows, the slope of his nose, and his lips.

“Why are you crying?”

Thor cries like a baby, sputtering, “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” Overcome with emotions, rubbing his wet eyes with his hands, sniffling. As if a balm, you soothe him, small kisses on his quivering lips. Cocooning him in the warmth of your embrace, you lean your weight on him, holding onto him.

His massive biceps ensnare around your body, pinning you against him. He’s overwhelmed with love, his love for you, and Bjørn, the love for his brother --- he’s just so overcome with happiness, and yet it makes him cry.

Because of the pain that had to occur for this light.

---

“Slab that fucking butter on it, babe.” You slur, clumsily your tongue licks your dry lips, stomach rumbling hungrily, as Thor’s massive bear hands slather guabs of butter on the cherry frosted pop-tart.

Your cheek squishes against his bicep, droopily your eyes close, and open, unevenly one after the other.

It’s been an hour since Thor and you come down from your delirious high --- and soon, beastly appetites come crashing down.

Thor scruffs down the tart, as you stuff small chunks of strawberry treat into your mouth, the creamy butter melts in your mouth.

Thor leans down, licking crumbs from the corner of your mouth, his warm tongue lapping at your lips. You giggle, as he playfully nibbles at your cheek.

His thick arms encircle around your waist, pulling you to his chest, lifting you in the air effortlessly. Squealing, nose scrunching at his wet lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Totinos with M&Ms, the warmth of the totinos melted the chocolate, creating a delicious coating. Mouthfuls of junk food, with hooded eyes, and cheeks puffed as chipmunks. Giggling as little toddlers, sharing sloppy kisses, able to lick the gooey chocolate from his mouth; sucking on his tongue.

The kitchen counter is littered with open bags of chips, candy wrappers, and boxes of pizza squares. It’s a jungle of high carbs, and fattening sugar, but the intense munchies are astronomical.

“Wow.” Mobius chuckles at the kitchen’s entrance, arms crossed against his chest; a warm flick of a tongue at the shell of his ear jolts him. Arms encircle around Loki’s chin rests on the jut of his shoulder, “This is nothing new, my brother can feast as three horses.”

“And so can she.”

What a comical but endearing sight for Loki and Mobius to capture, coming back home from jet-riding in the compound’s lake.

The two lovers gawk with mirth in their eyes, watching you and Thor devour sugary snacks, concoctions of a mind-blowing haze. The lingering high makes your minds float, nuzzling your noses together, giggling.

---

Bellies full with junk food, giggles echo, and bounce in the air; the room smells heavily of herb. Your thigh is looped around Thor’s tummy, your arm sloped over his chest, as he holds you close with his thick bicep. Fingertips soft as petals caress his blonde chest hair, scratching him.

“My love,” your limbs stretched lazily, satisfied, and cozy; Thor purrs under your touch. Cradling you closer to his chest, practically laying on top of him.

A naughty thought lights up above your head, remembering the little idea you conjured up a few weeks ago, wanting to try with Thor.

“I have a surprise for my king.” You whisper against the base of his throat, a wet smooch. Thor hums, “And what is that, pussycat?” You giggle low, “My love, what would you do if there were two of me?”

A rumble of a growl vibrates inside his chest, “You know what I would do.” You purr, nibbling at his chest, “What would you do?” Breathy whispers, goading him, needing to feed, and fuck on his feralness.

His palm cups at your neck, pulling you to his lips; slick lips, tongue dancing, teeth gnashing. His fingers cradle your chin, making sure you don’t slip away from him. “Naughty,” his lips flick at your lip, “My love is naughty minx.” A shit-eating grin forms on your mouth.

“What are you thinking?”

“Imagine it, baby.” You perch yourself up, thighs parted by his belly, slowly crawling down his body, your kisses following in the wake of your bodily heat; loud kisses that spurs Thor on. Moving downward on his body, with wet open kisses in your wake, dull scratches on his belly skin.

“Oh my love, what a treat I have for you.” You whisper against his pelvis, just an inch above his cock; already hardening. Hunched over, your fingers begin to zap at the tips, “A thank you just for you.”

Violet magnetic energy seeps from your fingertips, soothing Thor’s mind --- settling his spirit to an ease, a moan filters in his ears, but your lips didn’t move. He squints his eyes --- another arm floats near behind your back, springing alive.

Rolling behind you was --- you. Naked, and wanton, but with slick straight hair that reaches your bare breasts. Thor’s eyes widen owlishly. Arms seeking out for him, caressing his legs as your lips slither between your slick lips, licking a stripe against his cock.

Now, bare and at his mercy, were two of you, with lustful feline eyes.

A breath catches at his throat, as you both roll your tongues, purring as cats. Pawing at him, comfortably perching yourselves at his hung, wet, pulsing cock; it twitches making your two halves cross-eyed.

You flick the tip of your tongue at the swollen head, making your clone giggle. Bowing its head down, softly taking Thor’s tightening balls in the warm cave of its mouth.

He growls low in his throat, his head falls back, memorized, drunk off the pleasure, babbling to himself, to you, low moans, murmurs that catch your ears that he loves you, and only you.

Milking him in your mouth, as your other half licks, and drenches his balls with saliva; trailing down to the satiny stretch of skin that connects to his ass. Slurps, and moans make Thor’s eyes roll to the back of his skull.

Spit coats the jut of your chin, shiny, as your duplicate tugs Thor’s sack between slick coated lips; trailing a lick upwards, the pink muscle tracing every ridge of veins. Taking turns gagging on him, spit bubbles pops and soaks his cock, and the corners of your mouths.

Bobbing your head with vigor, his cock hitting the back of your throat ---- gawk gawk gawk. Eyes watery to the brim, having Thor melt under your touch, and the power of your mouth.

“I wanna taste his cock too.” Your other-half whines pathetically, nudging your shoulder in jealousy, his cock escapes your lip, with a pop, and an airy gurgle; heavily breathing through your nose.

With a gentle grip of his cock, slapping your clone’s wanton tongue with his dick, his salty semen coating its mouth.

Your other hand glides against its spine, gripping the nape of its neck; its hair bone-straight now in a makeshift ponytail, guiding it down Thor’s dick.

Thor’s eyes were blown black with lust, his chest heaving intensely, every fiber of his being shaking; sweat collects at his brow, and neck, his massive hands clawing and clenching the bed-sheets. His toes curl, snarling, teeth gnawing at the air, groaning gutturally.

What a sight --- so filthy, so debauched.

And you’re all his.

“Make him cum,” You hiss, your eyes bore into his, nearing the shell of its ear, “make him cum deep in your throat.” Goading Thor, a full stripe of your tongue against his pubic-bone, to feel his trimmed hair against your soft tongue --- it just fuels you more.

“You like it, baby.” He nods hastily, you snicker, the wet gags echo, “You love it when I use my throat as a cock sleeve for you.”

“A slut, a filthy slut, and I love you.” Thor shrills a whine, “A dirty succubus --- guh, mine, all mine--- all UUGhh.” Thor’s spine arches off the bed, beating his fists against the mattress, as his cock spurts cum deep down the duplicate’s throat; gagging, and gurgling happily.

Thor’s head blops against the pillow, trying to catch air into his lungs, ragged breaths. The mixture of his high and the bliss of an incredible orgasm fuzzies his head.

As he recollects himself, he tucks his head down --- both you and your clone stare at him with feral grins, all fangs, waiting like predators to bounce. A gasp catches at Thor’s throat.

As you crawl over his toned thighs, perching yourself on his hips, and your clone slithers upon his chest, gently grazing the puss against his torso, reaching his face; thighs hover his face. Soaking mound winking back at him, and he growls.

Without any hesitation, he tugs your duplicate downward to his yearning mouth, but it giggles, refusing to go down so easily. He whines like a puppy.

You tsk at him playfully, aligning yourself, your folds hugging, and gliding down on Thor’s thick veiny cock; to finally with the tender guide of your palm, hovering over his weeping cock.

“Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, cut down by pussy.” Swiftly your cunt swallows him whole, to the hilt, as you rested at his hips.

He groans, pretty pink lips parting, as your counterpart seats on his face tenderly. A groan rumbles deep in his throat, as his tongue laps at your velvety folds.

“My queen.” He growls, devouring your cunt, as you rode him wildly, blindly; in a frenzy. His balls slap against your puckering asshole, his massive hand on your asscheeks, as the other laid firm on your clone’s hip.

It’s bliss, to not only have one but two of you, taking him apart --- the pleasure that swirls in his chest must be what warriors feel entering Vallah. Bruising fingertips cling onto hips, guiding your soppy cunt on his tongue, slurping as a mad man.

His mouth slathered in your juices, tastes sweet just as you. The jut of his chin soaked, shining; watering his beard. Your other half grips the headboard, Thor’s beard chafing inner thighs, unabashedly grinding on his mouth --- and you felt it all.

Overstimulated at the sensation, your cunt ignited by the pleasure of his tongue, grinding him. Your clit is throbbing, and hot. Your sex is ingited, soaking Thor’s thigh, slick as you glide back and forth, balls deep. He can feel your puckering asshole on his balls, your chest heaving; riding him akin to a wild animal.

Thighs quivering, as one of your palms grip your hair, the other has fingers digging into Thor’s hip, panting airy breaths. Crashing onto him, as if you both were touch-starved.

Teeth softly gnashing at the peach-fuzz cunt, tongue fluttering, diving deep inside the folds, teasing the hole --- without any thought, Thor plunges his tongue inside. You screech, head tilting back, both you and your clone unison, your cunt clenched tightly upon Thor’s cock.

He snarls --- a mixture of something of a yelp, and a growl. You need more, this furor of his tongue, and his cock fucking into your wet cavern --- the end nerves crashing as waves to the shore --- you can feel it all, all of it coiling, and all too much; so much that it’s deliciously painful.

Perching his feet against the mattress, the hand that rests on your waist, guiding you up, as Thor fucks into you; snarling, gnawing at the air as a beast. Your wetness squelching into echos, spurring Thor on, he felt like a king.

Your fingernails scratching along his chest hair that trickles into his happy trail, bending forward to lick at his belly; suckling.

Airy pants, as you savored his pouch, he’s toning his body is slowly coming back to his chiseled form, but you just love his softness. His warm plumpness is like a pillow, to sleep on, to kiss, to bite.

“Guh,” Thor hoists your hips off of his face for a moment, “my queen is an insatiable beast.”

“No more than you, my liege.” Grinding harder, desperate crashing, to catch that delirious high of his cum. Your voice falls into silence, “I feel it,” you whine, “I fucking need it.” The coiling pit in your stomach begins churning, and it’s tightening.

“Uggh, Thor --- I” A high-pitched shrill, both voices now blend together, unison in pleasure, hips thrashing. Your cunt clenches on his cock, wound tight, your vision began to blur --- kismet energy began to manifest and spark within the air; emitting from both Thor, and yourself.

Oceanic blue with blinding white streaks and bruising violet so rich it bleeds as a welt into the air, intermixing --- thunder cracks in the distance, the raw power of a god vibrates against the window pane.

The sky has become sodden above the upstate county, thunder cracking within the clouds.

His belly tightens, as hips thrust upwards inside you --- more sloppy, and uneven, but the intensity hasn’t eased; his vigor has heightened. Soaking balls slapping against skin, smacking wet against your puckering ass.

“My love, I’m going to ---” Thor is rendered speechless, his words trailing into babbling, fumbling lips against wet folds. You hiss with a grin, “I know,” your open-palm caress against his pelvis, “I can feel it too. I’m close.”

Desperate pants, and huffs of air, Thor rumbles, his voice trills through your other half, making it squeal, the meat of its thighs quiver, and jolt, nibbling on swollen clit. “Soak me! Fuck --- uggh, soak my cock!” His voice is husky, and wanton, hungry as a wolf.

Thunder crackles outside, as Thor groans, painting the walls of your cavern white, spilling from your spilt jewel, dribbling down the base of his pulsing cock, as you shrill together with your half, as it coats Thor’s mouth, and watering his golden beard.

Vein pulsing at the throat, resembling a feral creature, as your cunt clenching, milking Thor’s cock, his balls drained. Riding Thor, selfishly savoring every drop of him, and every second of your orgasm.

Your other-half looks down to Thor, chin to chest, his breathing ragged, fanning against the skin of your mound, eyes blown --- a pucker of a kiss, and wink --- then it's gone, evaporated into rich lavender mist, with a faint moan.

Your body aches happily, with tiresome limbs you crawl over Thor, with his hands pulling you against his chest.

Nuzzling your head under his chin, your leg crossed over his belly, boneless melting into the mattress. Thor whispers your name, “I love you,” his fingers scratch your scalp, “No other woman can compare.” He hums.

“You bring the beast out of me.” You giggle, small kisses on his molded chest, “I love you too.” A suckle on his nipple. Cheek to chest, you can hear his heart-beat, it lulls you.

Both of you are falling asleep under the warm blankets.

---

A flicker in the foggy distance of his mind awakens him slowly, he grunts sleepily. A familiar scent wafts through the crevices of his mind, his nose twitches.

Pretty lashes flutter open, his vision blur for a moment, to see you hovering over him, dangling the blunt just above his nostrils.

He must have fallen asleep, so comfortable in the bubble of your scents, and body heat.

Teasing him awake, you chuckle at Thor’s sleepy pout, “My love, another?” He stretches his muscles as a feline, you jiggle on top of him from the bodily movements.

You playfully shrug, “Our baby will be back in two hours,” you twirl the blunt between your fingers, lips pursing. “So, why not have a little bit more?” You giggle, trapping your bottom lip by the teeth.

He hums, his eyes hooded; wordlessly he plucks the blunt from your fingers, perching it in his lips.

“An insatiable wife, I have.”

You hum, gliding down on his belly, legs bent back in the air, ankles locked, “And what a beast of a husband, I have.” You giggle against his chest, with a nuzzling kiss.

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justjams2003 · 8 months

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Sweet Savagery Masterlist

All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

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lavykitty · 25 days

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a thor ideal request where thor loves his midguardian gf, reader's big breast and has kink of fucking his cock between those juicy tits and squirt over them

I like em big, I like em juicy

Okay first of all I love this idea so much. And on a side note as soon as I read it the moto moto sound started playing in my head, so disregard the title

Thor loved you more than anything in the world. He loved the sparkle in your eyes and the warmth of your smile. He loved how you always smelled of vanilla and honey. He loved how you loved him. But most of all he loved your breasts.

He loved their sheer size. The way that they filled his hands and seemed to overflow. They were gigantic and Thor loved staring at them.

In his mind they were perfect, so big and soft. So warm and inviting, begging for him to show them love.

You woke to find yourself alone in bed, Thor’s side empty and cold. You pouted as you felt the sheets. Sometimes he would do this and disappear early in the morning, usually when he was up to something.

As if on cue, the smell of breakfast began to drift up to your room. He always did this, buttering you up before asking for something.

You yawned once before getting out of bed. You put on a pair of slippers and tugged down thors shirt that you had slept in. It hung loosely around your frame.

You sleepily made your way downstairs but you perked up when you smelled bacon. Thor began to hum to himself.

You quietly entered the kitchen, although Thor spotted you. He smiled widely.

“My dear! Come. Eat!”

He gestured to the table where a plate for you was already prepared. You shook your head playfully but took a seat and began to lightly nibble on a piece of bacon.

Thor quickly sat next to you. A smile on his face.

“What do you want? You seem up to something.”

Thor only shrugged his shoulders at your remarks. “Nothing major, there’s just something that I want to try.”

“And what would that be weather boy?”

Thor’s cheeks flushed slightly. “I was thinking that when we made love, I could fuck these pretty tits if yours”

Thor reached a hand up and gently grazed your chest. He gave a cheeky squeeze before going back to eating. He looked at expectantly, waiting for an answer.

You raised an eyebrow in thought. “You know what, I’m done”

Thors face broke out into a huge grin. He stood up and completely disregarded the table as he pulled you towards him.

His large hands circled your waist as he began to kiss your neck. He began to lay you down on the table, pushing bowls away.

A few clattered to the floor but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead he was too focused on getting you out of your (his) shirt.

He pulled it off quickly causing you to giggle. “Someone’s eager”

Thor just chuckled at your teasing. Your giggles stopped though as soon as he stroked your nipples. Each one hardening under his fingertips.

He punched them softly, rolling them in his fingers. He bent over and began to kiss your sternum while making sensual eye contact.

He pulled away. “You’re so beautiful baby. Now can you do something for me?”

As he asked this he began to pull down his pants.

You nodded your head. Thor just smiled

“I need you to hold your tits together. Can you do that for me?”

When you squeezed your boobs together Thor just smiled. He gently ran his hand down your jaw, “good girl”

While you were looking at him you didn’t notice him freeing his cock. Suddenly it was just against his stomach.

Thor began to stroke himself making him harder and harder. Once he was as fully hard he walked around the table so his cock was by your head.

He shoved his cock at you causing it to land on your face. You gasped and tried to give it a kiss but he tsked “oh no baby, I’m fucking your titties”

He slowly teased his cock at your cleavage. Slowly he began to thrust in, each thrust causing his balls to drag on your face.

Thor smirked as he heard you gasp. “That’s a good girl”

His thrust began to quicken, each one getting more powerful than the last. Soon he was jack hammering into your cleavage, dragging his balls across your face.

He forced your head back giving himself more access. Soon he was fucking you as full speed. Each thrust bringing him closer to the edge.

You heard him moan out as his climax came. Warm cum squirted on your chest. His wet sticky substance coating your warm skin.

Thor stepped back after a moment and admired his work. Your boobs looked even better than before, all nice and round and covered in his semen

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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Different (and all the same)

Summary: Years after your breakup, you encounter Thor in New Asgard, and while your ex-boyfriend looks a little different, your love and desire for him haven’t changed at all. Pairing: Thor x F!Reader WC: 3.8k words Warnings: Fluff. Smut. Praising kink. Canon Divergence. Hurt/Comfort. Body issues. A/N: This is my love letter to fat Thor, who the MCU tried to make us think wasn’t still one of the hottest men alive - but needed a little bit of therapy to figure himself out.

You put your bags on the floor, relaxing and sitting down, finally alone after the long trip you'd just been through.

A long flight up to Europe, a car ride to a near town and then a bike ride the rest of the way - because Asgardians could have magic and all, but didn't think they needed to get their roads car-friendly even after years of living amongst humans - were quite the effort for a visit, but here you were.

Brunnhilde had invited you to stay for a while there. The town, your friend was late to realise, needed a bit of work to adapt to life on Earth, and she didn't quite know any human that could help with what they needed aside from you.

Of course, Mrs Potts-Stark was very nice at giving them electricity, but there was a lot to be done. Now that the Asgardians were friendly with humans, they wanted to use phones and the internet.

But she didn't know how to ask or who to talk to, which was why she had asked for your help.

As a former ambassador, you had worked enough with the government that you knew the basics of everything: Which people to contact, how things were supposed to be done, how to keep them from being exploited... that kind of work.

As payment, she got you a little house, all equipped with the best the New Asgardian people could offer. And plumbing.

It was strange to think of her as King of Asgard.

Before the whole mess - before the blip - someone else was lined up to be King of Asgard. Well, someone else was also your boyfriend.

But a lot of things had happened.

And a lot of things had changed.

Honestly, you understood him well.

Your father was gone with the blip, and after your mother had died when you were a child, losing him was something very hard on you.

Thor, though, was going through even worse feelings, and blamed himself for everything that had happened.

Breaking up was his idea, even though you had had to chase him down to get him to even tell you about it instead of just avoiding you.

Now the blip was undone, and while that had still left some terrible emotional scars on every single person on Earth, things were as normal as they could be.

Your father was home, safe and sound, and you had taken a sabbatical from work to come to New Asgard, not just to work from them, but also maybe take things a little easier on yourself after five years of having work as the only thing you did with your life.

You heard a knock from across the house and raised your head, leaving your things aside and walking to check on whoever it was.

"Heya," Brunnhilde leaned against your door frame just when you opened the door. "Welcome committee."

You shot her a confused look, but quickly smiled when a woman moved to her side with a bix box in hand and supplies by her side.

"Food," she told you.

"Lots of it," you chuckled, stepping back so they could walk inside.

The woman walked inside, just saying a quick hello before striding to your kitchen and probably organising everything for you.

"Does she need help?" you looked back.

"Oh, don't worry, she volunteered to do it and stopped anyone else from trying," Brunnhilde assured you. "Organising is... her thing. It's a little weird."

You looked back, finding the brown-haired woman just looking very happy as she put things in your pantry and used the back door, probably to get what she had left outside.

"How did you find the way up?" she asked, taking your attention back to herself.

"Long," you confessed. "We need to get those roads paved."

She grimaced.

"And that's the first thing we will do at our meeting on Thursday," she scratched the back of her neck.

You blinked a little, confused.

"Thursday?" you asked. "I thought it'd be tomorrow."

You had arrived at the country in the late hours of Sunday and rode with a car at the break of dawn of Monday - which was today. Had you known you had extra days, you would have slept off the jetlag!

Brunnhilde blinked, looking surprised.

"No, I said Thursday. We wrote it down on Thursday."

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Maybe I heard it wrong," you decided. "It's alright."

"But you have time to explore town now," she remarked. "We have some good beer, good food... and there is a festival happening now, you could go!"

"Nice," you nodded. "What are you celebrating?"

"Life," she shrugged. "Everything that is good."

You smiled together. Yes, it made sense.

"There's a dress for you over there," she pointed to your room. "And you'll probably get a crown of flowers the moment you step into the square."

You shook your head.

"Thank you," you told her.

She gave your back a little pat, not on for physical affection.

"I gotta go now," she told you. "But just scream my name if you are in an emergency."

You gave her another tap and watched her leaving, crossing your arms as she did, and sat back on the nearest chair, seeing the woman she'd brought organising things.

You stepped back into your bedroom, and weren't surprised when you closed the door and found a cloth bag hanging right there, and grabbed it.

Half an hour later you were dressed and had your hair nicely braided as you left your house, still tired but excited about the festival.

When you were dating Thor, he had brought you to more than one of their festivals, and they were always great.

Just as your friend had told you, a girl by a table with flower crowns ran to you, giving you one, and you placed it over your head, clapping along with the music around.

It was nice seeing people this happy, and you could imagine they were elated to just celebrate life after so many years of grieving.

You stopped surprised when your eyes met a familiar face in the crowd.

Thor.

The last you'd heard if him he had either disappeared or just hid away from the world, completely isolated.

He looked a little different: his hair wasn't short anymore, but very long, and his beard was just as long, braided and decorated with many flowers.

You smiled to yourself as you realised how concentrated he was on the group of little kids surrounding him, letting them touch his beard and his hair, and braid his long locks, knelt as they surrounded him.

He always loved children, and always said you'd have as many of them as possible.

It was a nice idea, it made you sad that it never came true.

But maybe having a bunch of half-god children wasn't a good idea in the end, after all.

And then he saw you, and promptly bolted away.

Thor in his finest.

You walked after him, shaking your head, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of his wide shoulders behind a column.

"I can see you," you informed him.

He clenched his hands in fists.

"You cannot," your ex-boyfriend answered back.

You shook your head.

"So this is a talking pillar with blond hair and big shoulders?"

There was a moment of silence before he answered, not moving.

"Yes, ma'am."

You chuckled, amused, but sighed, a little sad.

"Alright, talking pillar," you held your own hand, a little anxious and sad with his reaction, but not wanting to cross a boundary. "I'll go now. You don't have to talk to me."

You stepped back, ready to walk away, but his voice stopped.

"Wait," he called you. "I... I do. I want to talk to you."

When you turned back, he hadn't moved.

"Like this?" you asked. "Through the pillar?"

He sighed soundly.

"Can we?" he asked. "Please?"

You hesitated. Why didn't he want to face you?

"Of course," you answered at last.

Thor relaxed and then crossed his arms, and you waited for what he had to say.

"So," you cleared your throat, realising one of you had to break the ice.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "I... I own you an explanation."

You shook your head.

"Not really," you assured him. "I know everything was hard on you. You needed time."

You were never going to blame him for grieving.

"I wasn't the only one having a hard time," he pointed. "You had lost your father and I couldn't even..."

"It's alright," you assured him. "You had just gone through what happened with Loki, and you've known him for longer than I could ever know my dad."

He let out a little chuckle, and you shifted on your feet.

"I'm not upset with you anymore," you assured him. "I promise you."

Thor lowered his head, and you reached for his hand, touching it at his side, and he flinched a bit, pushing his own hand away from his body, but tangled his fingers with yours.

"I missed you," he confessed, a little quiet.

You smiled sadly, caressing his skin.

"What is it that you don't want me to see?" you asked him.

His hands flexed a little around yours.

"Why do you think I don't want you to see something?"

You laughed.

"Thor, I am talking to a pillar!" you pointed out, wanting to flick his ear.

He groaned, and then raised his hand to his face.

"I just... I have changed," he explained. "A little bit."

You rolled your eyes. That was it.

"When we met your hair was already long," you reminded him. "And the long beard is very hot."

Thor moved, uncomfortable.

"More than just my beard," he added.

You waited and then he dropped your hand, stepping away from the pillar and walking away from it slowly, finally standing in front of you.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for whatever he had to show you that you hadn't seen before.

"What am I looking for?" you asked.

He signalled to his body, looking frustrated.

Still, you frowned.

He had a body. He wasn't a non-corporeal entity.

"I am..." he tried to explain. "I'm not the same man I was when we last saw one another."

You looked at his body, and finally got what he meant.

Thor had gained weight. That was it.

That was the change he was apparently so ashamed of he was hiding from you.

"Is that your weight?" you asked. "That's what you mean?"

He frowned.

"I'm all soft," he argued. "You know what Rocket called me? He called me chunky. "

You frowned in turn.

Who the fuck was Rocket? What kind of name was that?

"Ba-" you interrupted yourself before you could say the pet name. "Thor, I don't think I get your point."

"I was chiselled when we were together," he affirmed. "Strong and manly. You couldn't grab a single bit of me."

You tried not to roll your eyes as you shook your head.

A decade or so on Earth, and he was starting to show it.

"Are you mad?" you asked him. "You can be as manly as you want to be and you are still strong. You are a fucking god, I highly doubt you can ever be weak."

Thor scoffed and you laughed a little.

"Thor, are you afraid I don't think you are hot anymore?"

He crossed his arms.

"Maybe."

You looked at him and chuckled.

"Let's go to your place," you decided.

Thor frowned, completely confused.

"What?"

You laughed, and looked for words, looking around and finding some kids dangerous close.

"The things I want to say to you shouldn't be said around children," you decided.

His eyes widened, and Thor gulped.

"This way," he pointed, grabbing your hand and pulling.

You were giggling as you followed him, apparently not as fast as him cause Thor stopped and looked at you.

"Hop on my back," he offered.

You did, laughing so loudly you were almost breathless. Your relationship was always spontaneous, and you were used to Thor doing this in the past.

You missed him so much.

You tried to push the sad feeling away, putting your arms around his shoulders and kissing his earlobe, sucking softly right behind it the way you knew he liked quite much.

His fingers squeezed your knees a little tighter, and you chuckled as he walked up a hill.

"We both know those are also not things kids should see," he warned you.

You just giggled more, kissing his neck.

"I'm just being affectionate," you teased him. "Nothing to see here."

Thor grunted.

"I'll show you nothing to see," he mumbled.

Oh, you really wished he did.

Thor stopped in front of a white house and opened the door, holding you with a single hand and kicking it closed with his foot before letting you stand on your own.

"You!" he pointed at your face.

You just grabbed his hand and bit the top of his finger gently, playful.

"I've kept my hands to myself," you reminded him.

Thor grabbed your waist, pulling you closer, and you cut the distance between your lips, kissing him just as you moved your hands up, cradling his face.

Thor was delicate as he kissed you, slow as you savoured each second of being close to him again, of tasting him again.

Oh, how sweet it would be if he was your Thor again, not just Thor.

Your life was so quiet without him, so cold. Even after everything - especially after everything - coming close to him only showed you how much you still wanted him!

"Y/N," he sighed as you stepped away from him.

"You stupid man," you clenched your fingers, holding him by his shirt. "Thinking I could ever not want you."

Thor pulled you closer, big hands pushing your dress up as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

You waited for what he wanted to do, unsure of how far he really even wanted to take this.

It’d been a long time since you two even saw one another, much less had sex.

So you pulled back and looked at his face, and your ex-boyfriend looked at your face.

“Don’t you…” he tried to ask.

“I do,” you confirmed. “But I want to know what you want.”

He stopped, eyes on your face, and you reached for his hand, kissing his palm.

“You said you had things to say about me,” he whispered, flushing a little. “That no children should hear.”

You laughed and kissed your hand again, raising your chin to stare into his eyes.

“I want to kiss you all over,” you affirmed. “From your lips to your thighs, adore you and show you how much I want you.”

You pushed him to the couch, and he fell sat, letting out a little whimper, and you moved your hand to the front of his shirt, pushing it off of his body.

“And when I’m done with that,” you continued. “I want to climb on your lap and ride your cock. Maybe tease you, uh? Not letting you cum until you’re a stuttering mess for me?”

He gulped, speechless, and you giggled.

“Do you want me to do it here?” you asked, throwing his shirt away, caressing his chest and soft torso. “Or will you let me take you to your bed?”

Thor blinked, stunned, and you caressed his face slowly, waiting, knowing well to give him his time. He stood, grabbing you and picking you up, and you chuckled, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he moved you two, so quickly that you barely felt his movement, and Thor sat down on a large bed, raising his bright blue eyes to you, and you were quick to kiss him again.

You took off your flower crown, letting it fall somewhere you couldn’t see, pulling on his soft hair and smiling when he whimpered against your lips.

“My silly Norse god,” you cooed as you scratched his scalp, kissing his chin and jaw over his beard, then his cheek and his nose, placing pecks all over him. “Thinking I don’t think you are the sexiest man alive.”

He closed his eyes, and you kissed his lips gently, standing up as you did.

“Thinking I don’t get weak on my knees every time I see that smile of yours,” you pushed him to lay down. “That I don’t shiver when I hear your voice, that seeing you doesn’t make me remember how much I just want to be with you all the time.”

You caressed his cheeks, scratching his jaw under his beard, and he whimpered a little, and you kissed your way down his neck and his shoulders.

“The only way to make me stop loving you would be if you stopped being yourself,” you smiled a little.

Thor inhaled sharply, and you didn’t look up, kissing the middle of his chest, inhaling the rainy scent he always had, and you couldn’t even find anywhere else, and raised your head when he pulled you up.

“Myself?” he asked.

You stopped, looking at his face.

“Your essence, Thor,” you told him. “It is the most important thing. It is what made me love you.”

He shuddered, and you smiled.

“You could change your hair, become shorter, dress up different, lose your teeth,” you chuckled. “And as long as you were you, welcoming growth, eager to always be a good man with a good heart, so damn affectionate I never found myself feeling unloved and the many other qualities that make you yourself… then you’d still be the same man.”

Thor smiled, finally, a little bashful and with a glim in his eyes.

“Besides,” you moved down on your body, back to kissing his skin. “More of you means I have more skin to kiss…”

You took your hands to his pants, unlacing them, and pulled them down his legs along with his underwear.

“More skin to touch and tease,” you tossed his pants back, running your hands on his thighs, and his beautiful cock welcomed you, hard and ready. “To bite…”

You wrapped your fingers around it, slowly stroking him.

“I bet you didn’t think about that, uh?” you teased him.

Your ex-boyfriend grabbed you, pulling you up to his side and kissing your lips deeply, passionate.

“Which gods looked at me and thought I deserved someone like you?” he asked, looking at your face.

You smiled, resting your forehead on his.

“I think you might have heard of him,” you teased him. “Thor, god of thunder. A hero with a heart of gold. He found me and slowly showed me the most happiness I have ever felt in my life.”

He closed his eyes, positively looking like he was about to cry.

“And then he left you,” he mumbled, sad.

“To grow,” you caressed his cheek. “And come back once he was ready.”

Thor watched your face, soft and sweet, and caressed your face, kissing you again, and you moved your hands to his arms and his body as he pushed your dress down your shoulders, a single hand moving to untie it around our waist.

“I want to see you,” he bit your lower lip. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You let him push the dress off of you, eagerly kissing you, and Thor’s big hand squeezed one of your breasts.

“I want to feel your skin,” he panted. “Feel your cunt squeezing me, hear your sweet moans again.”

His fingers pinched your nipple, and you whimpered, sensitive.

“Thor,” you sighed.

“I love you so much,” he kissed your neck. “Should have never let you go.”

You pushed your underwear down your leg while he was still kissing you, and only pulled away from Thor to climb onto his hips. You sat back on his thighs, still just as ridable as ever, and took his cock again, stoking it as your cunt fluttered around nothing, eager for him.

“You want me to ride your cock, Thor?” you teased him.

He grabbed your hips, raising you.

“Wanna see you riding me,” Thor affirmed, and you adjusted his cock, pushing the head of his cock against your entrance. “Wanna watch your pretty tits bouncing as I make you jump on me the way I know you love to do.”

You smiled, gasping when you felt his tip inside you, and sank down to take his cock whole, throwing your head back.

Fuck, he was so big.

Five fucking years had made you forget how much of a stretch it was to have him inside you.

“Perfect,” he raised your hips. “So wet.”

You whined, rotating your hips each time he bottomed out inside you, not daring to tear your eyes from him.

“Did teasing me made your cunt wet, my love?” his fingers caressed your skin. “Making me dumb and mad with your lips like the brat you are.”

You giggled, and he pushed himself into you, brushing against your sweet spot and making you yelp.

“Thor!”

“A teasing brat,” he added, hand moving to your cunt and his thumb pressing on your clit.

You rested your hands on his chest, both your legs and his hands guiding you to bounce on him, riding his hard cock.

“Want to make you cum,” he commanded in a deep growl. “Been missing that cunt for years, that sweet squeeze...”

You threw your head back and cried out when his fingers moved on you, driving you mad and closer and closer to the edge, but looked right back at him again, wanting to look at him and see him, show him that he was the one who was making you cum and making you feel this good.

“Please, Thor,” you whimpered. “Make me cum on your cock, make me cum for you.”

His fingers moved fast, and your legs weakened, your muscles trembling as your peak neared you, his cock brushing and brushing against your sweet spot as his thumb played with your bud with the knowledge of having gotten you off so many times over the years.

“Cum for me, my love,” he coaxed you, sweet and firm. “Milk my cock with that sweet cunt, show me how pretty you look when a make you peak.”

You came listening to his moans and he held you as you did, trembling and shaking, and Thor squeezed the side of your hip when he himself came, fucking you with shallow strokes and moaning deeply as he did.

You lied on his chest, catching your breath, and planted soft kisses on his skin as you did, smiling as he caressed your skin gently, placing a little kiss on your forehead.

“Are you staying?” he asked softly. “In Asgard?”

You nodded in confirmation.

“For a year, at least,” you told him.

He breathed slowly under you, and you raised your head to look at his face.

“And you?”

Thor looked at your face, eyes watching yours, and his hand moved to your face, caressing your cheek.

“I didn’t know if I would before,” he told you. “But I think I can stay for a bit. To catch up.”

You squinted your eyes.

“Catch up?” you asked.

Thor nodded and you smiled a little.

“I will love to catch up with you.”

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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Worthy of love

Pairings: Thor x Jane Foster, plus-size!reader x OMC!Matt, Jane x OMC!Matt, Thor x plus-size!reader

word count: 9.8k

summary: you discover that your husband is cheating on you and you decide you’re going to leave him. Before you do that you tell the other person being hurt by the betrayal.

warnings: cheating, implied pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, talk of having children, insecure reader, angst, smut, oral (both m and f receiving), p in v, ( I think that’s everything)

A/N: my first time writing a Thor fix please be kind but I’ve worked on it for weeks and I’m super excited to finally share it. Also first time writing plus sized reader!

8 years together wasted.

There was no real feeling at first, not as you looked at your husband’s work phone lighting up with sexts from his coworker. A woman that not only you had met during a work holiday party months ago but you became friends with quickly. You confided in her when you had a miscarriage. She had your back when you decided to go back on birth control because you were scared of going through that again. Told her how insecure you felt because you had gained weight and were afraid Matt wouldn’t find you attractive. She had been kind and supportive but by the looks of these messages they had been fooling around since before the holiday party. It was almost as long as your husband, Matt, had been employed there.

The only reason you even saw these messages was because he went out to the store and forgot his phone. The incessant pings made you grab it from the kitchen counter. You were only going to silence it but the screen lit up and you saw the first one. Matt was predictable so guessing his passcode wasn’t difficult. Once you looked through the messages you took screenshots of everything and sent them to yourself, then deleted all evidence that you had even touched it. For a moment you worried that he would see the message and realize there was no notification but she messaged a few more times so you were safe. A few minutes later Your husband walks through the door with the snacks he went to buy for himself, he grabs the phone off the counter and walks into his study without so much as a look in your direction.

It makes sense now, how dismissive and distant he had been and the lack of sex or any type of affection really. It was all falling into place, how quickly your relationship had died. But somehow it still hadn’t hit you. Not when you went to bed and he kissed your cheek. You couldn’t bring yourself to be upset as he fell asleep next to you without a care in the world. There was absolutely no guilt on his part. Sleeping was out of the question as you meticulously pulled apart your relationship. If only you could pinpoint the moment in which everything went awry, maybe you could understand. As the night went on and you sat against the headboard and you listened to the snores of the man that was supposed to love you the only question you had was, did you want to fix it?

You weren’t sure, the sun’s rays peeked through the curtains, letting you know you had spent the night awake. Silently you made your way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make coffee. A few minutes later Matt walked out and dressed in a Henley and jeans. It was Saturday so you didn’t have any plans but then again just because you didn’t have plans doesn’t mean he didn’t.

“Coffee?” You ask as you grab his mug. Maybe you could talk to him before he left.

“No, I have to head out. I’ll see you later. Love you.” He said, giving you a kiss on the temple and heading out the door.

That’s when the reality of the situation hits you like a freight train. The man that you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with was out with another woman. You had proof in the messages. How could he possibly love you? His mug fell from your hand, shattering into a million tiny pieces just like your heart. You cover your face with your hands and cry. The pain is rooted deep, and as much as you try you can’t seem to catch your breath. Tears flow against your will and your shoulders shake uncontrollably as you stand in the kitchen wrapped up in a robe. It’s the only thing that provides warmth in this now cold house. How had you not noticed before?

After what felt like hours you finally get your breathing under control and you make your way to the bathroom. You can’t even look at yourself in the mirror afraid of what you’ll find reflected back to you. Matt always hated that you would sometimes focus more on your job than him. Was he angry that you had a miscarriage? Had he blamed you for it? Or that you decided to wait to try for a kid again because you were afraid it would happen again? Did he regret being with a bigger woman? How many flaws could you find if you looked up to the mirror? Would you see the reasons he did it? You didn’t know, still what he did was wrong no matter how he felt. But doubt loves to take control and just make you wonder what it was that you did wrong and not why Matt couldn’t just talk to you.

Once you finished washing your face you cleaned up the shattered mug and sat on the couch in the living room. With your phone in hand you began to look at the screenshots you had sent yourself to really understand what was happening between them and to figure out what your next move would be. One thing was certain: staying married wasn’t an option anymore.

The rest of the weekend went by in a flash. Matt barely spent time in the house. Now that you knew you wondered how you didn’t notice before. He left his work phone on his nightstand this time and you could hear the vibration alerting to another message. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t do it again but you couldn’t help yourself. Poking your head out into the hallway you listen to see if Matt is in the house or if he’s still out in the garage. After not hearing anything you grab the phone and look over the messages to see them making plans. Those plans give you an idea, you take another screenshot and put the phone back.

A month went by since you discovered that Matt had been cheating. You had a plan in your head and it was time to go through with it. The private investigator that you hired had sent you everything you needed and you had already contacted a lawyer.

When Monday morning rolls around you stay in bed, having already decided to call in sick to work. Matt walks around the room getting ready for the day and as he’s about to leave he looks over at the bed to find you watching him.

“Aren’t you going to work?” He looks slightly annoyed.

“I don’t feel good. I was going to call off.”

“Oh ok.” He says before leaving for the day.

Before all of this he would have walked over and checked for a fever, asked what exactly were you feeling and even offered to stay home or leave work early to get you medicine and take care of you. You stay in bed for a while and allow yourself to cry again. This week is going to be intense to say the least and you have to get yourself mentally prepared for it. You haven’t even told any of your family or friends. The shame you feel is overwhelming, how could you possibly tell anyone?

Well there was one person you could and would tell. In fact it’s why you were standing in front of Odinson Inc. to talk with the CEO and the husband of your husband’s lover Jane. You had talked yourself up on the way to the company but now that you stood near the front doors you asked yourself if you should tell him but if the roles were reversed you would want them to tell you.

“Are you ok?” A deep voice asked besides you and you recognized it immediately.

Thor.

You looked up at the blond. His hair was longer than the last time you’d seen him and he had it half tied up. The navy suit he wore was tailored to perfection and fit like a second skin. How could anyone cheat on someone like him?

“Y/N?”

“Yes, I'm fine.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath before looking back up and meeting Thor’s eyes. “Actually I’m not and I was wondering if I could talk to you. It’s a very important and personal matter.” You added when you saw his assistant get closer.

“Well any friend of Jane is a friend of mine, please let’s go inside.” He motions for you to go ahead before turning to his assistant and telling him to hold his calls.

You and Thor reach the elevator banks and he again motions for you to step inside. He looks at you offering a reassuring smile, one that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. You started to feel guilty even though you hadn’t been the one to sleep with his wife. In that moment as the elevator ascended you wondered what was wrong with both of you for your respective significant others to cheat on you. The elevator doors open and you step out and follow Thor down the hall and into his massive office. Was everything that he had this huge? Maybe.

“Please have a seat. I was just going to order lunch, why don’t you join me?”

“No thank you, I'm not really hungry.” You moved to sit on the deep red couch in the lounge area he had.

“Ok.” He moves to sit across from. “So what is troubling you?”

You open your mouth to speak but you fall short. How are you supposed to start this conversation? Tears threaten to spill as you look at him, his brows furrowed with concern as he looks at you.

“I’m sorry.” You choke out as you try to contain your tears. Thor moves around to sit next to you, grabbing a box of tissues from the coffee table and holding it out for you. “Thank you.”

“No worries, take your time.”

“I don’t really know how else to say this. And I really am so sorry but I just thought you deserved to know and if it were the other way around I would want you to tell me.”

“What do you wish to tell me?”

“Jane is cheating on you.” There, it’s out in the open. You watch him, trying to see some kind of emotion but he’s difficult to read.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I must ask you to leave. I will not tolerate you talking about my wife like that. Isn’t she your friend?” His tone is clipped, anger evident on his face. Thor moved away from you as if you’d burned him.

“I thought she was, but she’s sleeping with my husband.” You add.

Thor is silent, he stands and walks over to the bar, pouring himself a drink and downing it in one go. He pours himself another and turns to look at you. Waiting for something, for you to say it was a cruel joke or worse to show him evidence.

“I found text messages on his supposed work phone first. So I hired a private investigator. I can show you everything.”

Unable to say a word Thor nods. You know what he’s feeling, the numbness almost as if someone dumped ice water on you. The PI you hired gave you multiple copies of everything and you prepared an envelope for him. Thor crosses the space again and grabs it, he paces as he looks through it. His grip on the pictures tighten and his jaw is clenched. The more he reads and looks at the pictures his wife sent your husband and vice versa the angrier he gets.

“How long have you known?”

“I found out a month ago, the last Friday of the month. She wouldn’t stop texting him.”

“Friday?” He lets out a humorless laugh.

“Yes. Why?”

“We were celebrating our anniversary. But during the whole evening I couldn’t get her off the phone.” He said.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He turns to look at you with a frown. “They cheat on us and you’re the one who’s sorry?”

“For telling you. I don’t know, I thought if it were me I would want to know. I should have thought this through.”

Thor’s rage filled eyes soften as he looks at you. The way your shoulders sagged and your eyes were puffy and red rimmed. You looked tired and heartbroken. Thor moves to sit next to you, one of his massive hands rests over yours.

“For what it’s worth I’m sorry too.” He sighs. “Do you know what you plan to do? What did he say when you confronted him?”

You tilt your head to look up at him questioning how you’ll bring up the plan you have. With pursed lips you shake your head.

“I already have a divorce lawyer working on the documents for me. As for your other question, I had an idea to maybe do it together.”

“Confront them together?” You nod. “How would we do that exactly?”

“They have reservations at that new French restaurant for Thursday. I thought we could make our own.”

“So we’ll show up and then what?”

“Well I plan to give Matt divorce papers. I know he’ll try to make it seem like I’m going crazy, that he isn’t cheating so I want him to see that I caught him in the act.”

Thor didn’t respond, he sat there quietly weighing his options it seemed. He loved Jane, they made it work even when their interests and wants in life were polar opposites sometimes. Even on bad days he never thought that something like this would happen.

“You don’t have to get divorced, maybe you and Jane can work it out. I just know there’s no going back for me.” You said sadly. It was true the more you thought about it the more you realized how unhappy you were in the marriage.

“I don’t know if I can do that Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it.” You took a piece of paper out of your purse and held it out to him. “My number, just in case you need someone to talk to.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry about all of this Thor. You deserve better.”

“So do you.” He replied as he stood with you and brought you in for a hug. One that you had desperately needed. With teary eyes you looked up at him and gave him a sad smile before walking out of his office.

After Matt left Tuesday morning you got dressed and headed to the house of 2 of your 3 best friends. Standing on the stoop of their brownstone you’re about to knock when you hear your name behind you.

“Doll what are you doing here?”

“Buck-“ you did your best to hold back your tears. You weren’t expecting Bucky at the Rogers-Romanoff home so early in the day but still his presence was welcomed.

Bucky hurried up the steps and wrapped his arms around you after seeing your red rimmed eyes.

“Shh, it’s ok doll I’ve got you.” He cradled the back of your head against his chest as you cried and reached for the doorbell with his free hand.

“It’s about damn time you got here Barnes… Y/N? What happened?” Nat asked as she opened the door wider to let you both in.

“Come on Doll.” Bucky let you go so that you both could walk in.

Nat ushered you into the kitchen where you found Steve typing away on his laptop, a rare day where he stayed home instead of heading into his own company. He looked up when he heard footsteps and surprise passed his face before his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He left his laptop behind as he moved to hug you. You could feel Nat’s hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. Bucky stood beside the three of you with his hands crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break down like this.”

“You don’t have to apologize, go sit at the table we made breakfast.” Nat pushed you gently toward Steve and he guided you to sit down while Bucky and Nat put some plates together. In a few short minutes they had filled the table with all types of breakfast foods, coffee and orange juice. Sitting there watching as they made a plate for themselves you realized that you’d barely eaten since Monday morning but still you couldn’t eat a thing. A plate is set in front of you, just a few of your favorites.

“Eat and tell us what’s going on.” Bucky said from beside you.

You sighed and ate a piece of fruit and then another. “So I want to start by saying that I’m already handling the situation.”

“What did that fucker do?”

The rage in all of their eyes made you tense and you questioned if it had been the right idea to come here. But you needed your friends and you had known each other since primary school. You had been as thick as thieves since you were little and you grew together all throughout school and life in general. They would find out anyway so you decided to tell them, it’s why you came in the first place.

“He’s been cheating on me.” You whisper as you look down at your plate, pushing around some of the other food around with your fork.

“What?”

“I’ll kill him!”

“Asshole.”

The three of them said at the same time.

“When did you find out?” Steve asked

“A month ago.”

“How long?”

“I’m not sure but I’m thinking close to a year.”

“Do you know who he’s been with? Is he sleeping around with different people?”

“No, just one person from what I saw.”

“Do you know who it is?”

You nod as you look at the three of them.

“You know her too. It’s Um- it’s Jane.”

They stared, jaws slacked. A couple of seconds of silence go by before they start talking over each other. Mostly they talk about how Steve is going to make him pay, a few curses in Russian from Nat and Bucky flipping the butter knife around and saying no one would ever find his body.

Never in your life did you think you would have to go through a divorce. But here you are on a random Tuesday morning with your best friends. Listening to their different versions of revenge and you can’t help but start laughing. They exchange worried glances.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Nat asked.

“Am I ok? Of course I’m not. The man that I was ready to spend the rest of my life with is cheating on me and I’m listening to Bucky plan his murder. And this orange juice has no alcohol in it.”

Steve moved and grabbed a bottle of vodka and handed it to you.

“Better?”

“Not really but it’s a start.”

“So what are you going to do, Doll?”

“I’m getting divorced. I hired a PI and I have more evidence and I already have the divorce papers all he has to do is sign them.”

“Good, you deserve better than that asshole.”

“Did you talk to him already?”

You shook your head.

“Wait, isn’t Jane married?” Nat inquired.

“Yeah, she’s married to Thor. He runs Odinson Inc. I wonder if he knows.” Steve said the last part under his breath.

“He does.”

“How do you know that he knows?” Steve narrowed his eyes.

“Well I may or may not have shown up at his company yesterday and told him. Also showed him proof.”

“Let me see the proof”

You grabbed your phone and gave it to Nat and both men moved to hover behind her as they read the messages you had.

“How did he react?” Nat asked

“When are you confronting him? Do you want us to be there?” Bucky added.

“He was obviously upset. Apparently their anniversary was that Friday and she was sexting Matt the whole time. I told him that they made a reservation for that new French restaurant and that we should confront them there but he didn’t want to. I guess I’ll just talk to him Friday and give him the divorce papers.”

“Oh sweetheart we are so sorry.” Steve moves around the table and hugs you again. “You’re more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you want.”

“Or if you like living with normal people, you’re more than welcome to stay with Sam and me.”

“I’ll let you guys know, maybe he’ll leave the house.”

The rest of the morning was spent listening to your friends talking shit about Matt. Then it shifted to what was next, and somehow they convinced you to go out to a club and find a rebound. That wasn’t going to happen any time soon though. Your body had changed, you gained weight and the insecurities were bound to rear their ugly heads. Not long after that you head home. There were a few things you needed to start doing, like looking for an apartment just in case Matt fought over the house. That night Matt got home very late, you didn’t ask where he was and he didn’t offer an explanation.

Wednesday is no different. Matt is gone for the day and you take the opportunity to go through your wedding album. With tears you looked back at the day you promised forever. It seemed like forever would only be 8 years. It was mainly uneventful, Nat, Steve, Bucky and Sam messaged you to make sure you were ok.

Thor stayed in his office until late at night. It wasn’t unusual anymore. At the beginning of his marriage, when his father first stepped down and handed the company over, he used to feel so guilty. There had been so many nights where he ended up sleeping on the couch in his office because he had to clean up so many of his father’s mistakes. His marriage had been affected by it but after a few months everything started to go right. He had more time for Jane. They were able to spend weekends together and go on trips. Thor loved to spoil her. But that was almost 10 years ago.

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the change in her behavior. How she started dressing up again. Thor just thought it had been a slump in the relationship and it was over, now he knew better. For some reason he felt more upset for you than for himself, maybe it’s because he knew his marriage had been over long ago.

When he did manage to get home Jane was already asleep. So he showered and put on his pajama bottoms and went to bed. He didn’t sleep at all that night.

The next morning Thor was already up and getting dressed by the time Jane walked into their walk-in closet in search of a work outfit. Even though he was sure his marriage was over he had a smidge of hope left that he would be able to fix it. He didn’t know where he went wrong but he had turned his back on his father in order to marry Jane. Now his father’s words of them not having a long lasting marriage rang in his head.

Thor silently turned to Jane and he wrapped his arms around her waist before resting his chin on her shoulder. She chuckled as she turned her head to get a good look at him.

“What?”

“What do you say we go away this weekend? Anywhere you want. I can have everything booked and we can head out on Thursday. All you have to do is ask for two days off.”

Jane sighed and stepped away from Thor. She turned to look at him, guilt already in her eyes.

“I’m sorry but I can’t this weekend. I have a lot of meetings and I can’t miss any of them.”

Thor nods. “It’s ok I understand.”

“Hey, maybe we can get away next weekend or something.”

“Yeah, I’ll see what I can put together. See you later, I have to get to the office.”

Jane said a quick goodbye over her shoulder. Thor grabbed his phone and dialed your number but changed his mind. You probably had enough to worry about and didn’t need to listen to him ramble on about his own relationship. Instead he calls his assistant and tells him to get a reservation to the restaurant you had mentioned and a dress for you.

You met with your divorce lawyer one more time on thursday. He tells you that you can expect Matt to get his own lawyer and there could be some back and forth before the divorce is final but that he will handle all of the communication, something you’re grateful for.

As you step out of a coffee shop near your lawyer’s office your phone rings.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?”

“Hi babe, just checking in. What are you up to?”

“Just left the lawyer’s office.”

“Oh, how is that going?”

“Good, I guess. I mean getting a divorce wasn’t really on my to do list this year you know.” You tell her as you get to your car.

“I know. Do you want to come over for dinner? I’ll invite Sam and Bucky.”

“I appreciate it but I’m going to try to talk to Matt today.”

“Ok, text us if you need anything.”

“I will. Thanks Nat.” You day before hanging up.

When you arrive at your place you find someone standing at your front door. As you get closer you realize you’d seen him at Thor’s office.

“May I help you?” You asked as you walked up behind him.

“Oh, hello there. I’m Korg, Thor’s assistant.”

“Hello Korg. Why are you here?”

“Thor asked me to give this to you.” He held up a white box with a note attached to it.

“What is it?”

“I’m not sure, he just said to make sure you got it before tonight.”

“Ok, thank you I guess.” You said as you grabbed the box from him.

“No problem ma’am. Have a good day.” He said as he walked away.

You hurried inside and put the box on the table. Curiosity was pushing you to open the box but you grabbed the note first.

Reservation at 8:00. See you then.

-T

You reread the card a few times and even flipped it over to make sure you weren’t seeing things. The box sat unopened and now you really needed to know what he had sent. When you open it you find a beautiful black dress. You were unsure if it would fit but as you pulled it out and pressed it against your body you realized it might.

Without a second thought you went into your room and started getting ready. Hopefully confronting them would be easier with Thor next to you than doing it alone.

Your hair was just right, you went with a simple winged liner and red lipstick and black heels you’d bought a while back for a date night that never happened. As you’re about to grab your car keys there’s a knock on your door. When you open it you find a man in a suit and tie standing there.

“Yes?” You look at him confused.

“Hi I’m Skurge. I’m Mr. Odinson’s driver.”

“Ok?”

“He sent me to pick you up for dinner.”

“Oh ok, I’ll be right out.”

“No worries.” He said before walking back to his car.

You walked back inside and grabbed your purse, keys, phone along with the envelope that contained the divorce documents and all the evidence. Once you’re outside and the door is locked, Skurge opens the car door for you before getting in the driver’s seat. You tried to keep calm. Deep down a part of you wanted to work this out and forgive him. Try to find a way to make it work. But the other part of you thought back to your own parent’s relationship. How your father’s cheating hurt your mother so much and she never left, and you couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t happy, she was constantly checking his clothes for any signs of another woman. She was angry all the time, you can’t remember the last time you’d seen her smile. You couldn’t turn into her.

Your door is opened by the valet at the restaurant and when you step out you find a hand being offered to you.

Thor.

He stands beside the car as he helps you out. His hand finds its way to the small of your back to guide you towards the entrance. He looked amazing. Thor wore a black suit but instead of a button up, he wore a black t-shirt tucked into his trousers. His hair was tied back in a half up, half down style. You met his eyes, no longer sparkling. Instead they looked dull and the bags under his eyes were more prominent but you weren’t sure if that had to do with his job or with the situation. Still he smiled down at you.

“You look beautiful.” He said as he moved to open the door of the restaurant.

“Thank you,” you said. “You look pretty great yourself.” The words spilled from your lips with such ease that for a moment you forgot what it was you were here to do for a moment.

As he speaks with the hostess you look around the room. Part of you was trying to find them but the other part was hoping you didn’t. It was too late to back out. Not with Thor there willing to do this with you. There was still the question of why he decided to come in the first place. The plan you made for yourself was set. You were going to wait for him tonight and confront him.

“Right this way Mr. Odinson.” You heard the hostess say with a happy tone in her voice. Wordlessly Thor again placed his hand on your lower back and guided you through the tables until the hostess stopped toward the back of the room and placed some menus down. Thor pulled the chair out for you before taking a seat next to you. His back to the wall, giving him a good view of the open space. You picked at the cloth napkin that had been folded into a beautiful pattern and sat on the plate before you.

“Are you ok?”

“Not really.” You finally look up to find him observing you. “How are you feeling?”

“To be honest, part of me doesn’t want to believe that Jane could actually do something like this, even with the evidence. It’s why I decided to come. To see it for myself. Why did you want to do this?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to see it. But part of me thought that if I confronted him in public he wouldn’t argue.. I want him to know that I know and not give him the chance to argue or try to convince me to stay.”

“So you don’t like confrontation?”

“No that’s not it. It’s just… He’s my husband, I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him and start a family, you know. Now I had to hire a divorce lawyer, think about selling our home and try to put my life back together again. Besides, he would probably sit there and try to convince me that I have no idea what I’m talking about or that it’s now what it looks like.”

He just gave you a small nod. The waiter came by and you distracted yourself by looking around the room as Thor ordered some wine. Your hand flies to his when you finally see them in the middle of the room. His hand shifts and gives you a reassuring squeeze.

Your chest tightened as you watched them together. If you were a stranger, unaware of the situation you would think that they were a couple very much in love. Matt was attentive, he pulled Jane’s hand to his lips and smiled into the kiss. Jane looked beautiful as she blushed at the gesture. They were face to face with a small movement and their lips could connect. You had wished that the affair was nothing more than physical, that no one could give him that emotional connection you had but it was obviously not true. They kept their hands on each other and you realized that Matt had never been like that with you. You looked away as your vision blurred with tears. The waiter appeared with a bottle of wine, he presented it to Thor and then filled both your and his glass. Thor spoke with the waiter again while you grabbed the glass and drank it in one gulp before grabbing the bottle left behind and pouring more into the glass. When you looked up at Thor you saw a mixture of anger, sadness and acceptance in his eyes. His jaw was clenched and his fist was balled up so tight his knuckles were turning white.

While you and Thor had just gotten there, Matt and Jane were almost done with dinner. It seemed like they had asked for the bill, instead a dessert was placed on their table and a bottle of wine presented to them. You looked at Thor for a moment and then back at them.

“Be ready.” He said under his breath.

“You sent them a dessert?”

“What’s dinner without something sweet.” Just then you saw the waiter motion toward your table. You’re not sure where the surge of confidence came from but once Matt and Jane looked your way you brought your wine glass in the air, a silent cheers sent their way. All the color drained from Matt’s face once he realized that he’d been caught while Jane just stared wide-eyed. “Come on, we should go.” Thor whispered in your ear and you did as he said.

Hurried steps followed yours as you walked out of the restaurant. Thor headed toward the car that was waiting for you both but you walked down the street. He turned and followed when he realized you were walking away from the restaurant to not cause a scene. There wasn’t a chance to check in with each other when Jane stopped in front of you.

“Thor I can explain.”

“What are you doing here?” Matt asked, angry and annoyed at your presence.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You said before he pulled you away from Jane and Thor to have a more private conversation. Thor followed you with his eyes, he didn’t like the way Matt had grabbed you, Thor could see the way his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your arm. He knew you didn’t want to be alone with Matt at the moment and he all but walked over to end the conversation.

“Thor,” Jane called out. “It was just a business dinner.”

“I’ve never had a business dinner like that before.” Thor scoffed when he looked back at her. She looked at him and then at the floor.

“When did you find out?”

“Monday. Y/N came by the office. You know at first I didn’t believe her, how could she accuse you of such a thing, you’re friends. But she had proof, sexts and pictures you had sent her husband.”

“It didn’t mean anything. It was just a fling.” Jane said with a shaky voice.

“A fling.” His voice fills the quiet night air. “It’s lasted a year. If I wouldn’t have found out how long would it have kept going? If you were so unhappy with our marriage you should have just said so. There was no need for this. I love you so much, I would have done anything for you. Even if that meant letting you go.”

“I’m sorry, I love you too. Please give me a chance to make this right.”

The crack of skin to skin contact was heard and Thor looked up to see you bring your hand down from having slapped Matt. Even on the poorly lit sidewalk he could see your tear filled eyes as you looked at your husband.

“What, are you mad that I’m telling the truth? You’re pathetic.” Matt walked closer to you, his hands balled into fists. For the first time ever you were afraid he would hit you. He opened his mouth to say something else but was stopped when Thor’s fist connected to his face, knocking Matt to the floor.

“Come on, there’s no need to subject ourselves to this any further.” He said as he turned you toward the waiting car.

“If you want to talk you can do so with my lawyer.” You inform Matt as you take the signed documents along with all the evidence and throw it at his feet.

“Thor.” Jane reached for him.

“Don’t Jane, there is nothing you can say right now that will make me feel any better about this situation.”

Thor opened the car door for you before walking around and getting in himself. You looked down at your hands in your lap. Tears fell freely as the car drove you further away from them. Matt’s words echoed in your head. The harshness in which he spoke to you when he had pulled you aside as if it were you ruining his relationship with Jane. Thor’s hand covered both of yours and you remembered he was there. When you looked up, his eyes held unshed tears, he offered a tight lipped smile before you looked away. As you slipped further into a neighborhood you looked back at Thor confused.

“Where are we going?”

“My apartment, or I can drop you off at home or anywhere else?”

You shake your head, you didn’t want to be alone but being with your friends would be overwhelming.

The elevator doors open directly into a foyer. It’s simple in decor, a table to one side with a bowl for keys which Thor uses as he leads you further into the apartment. The decor is almost regal and it flows throughout all the rooms. You sit on one of the couches in the living room and take off the heels you’d worn.

“Would you like a drink?” Thor asks from the bar in the corner of the room.

“Something strong.”

Thor grabs a glass and a bottle to pour you a drink. He moves swiftly through the living room and offers you the glass before sitting down beside you. In the silence all you could do was think of what Matt had said to you. How had he been able to talk to you like that so easily? Did your relationship mean nothing to him?

“You shouldn’t waste your time thinking about him. He’s wrong about you.” Thor broke the silence and you scoffed.

“It’s easy for you to say when you look like that.”

“And what exactly is it that I look like?”

“Pfft I don’t know a god maybe?” You knock back your drink before placing the glass on the coffee table.

“Is that all you think that it takes? All you have to do is look good.” He looked at you, his jaw clenched.

“No, I’m sorry.” you said after a moment. It was true you and Thor couldn’t be more different if you tried. While he was tall and fit, you were shorter and you were heavier than when you first married Matt. “It’s what he says drove him away though.”

Thor’s hands found their way to your thick thighs and he pulled you into his lap so that you were straddling him, causing your dress to ride up. “He’s a fucking idiot and it just shows he wasn’t a real man.” His eyes burned into yours before he looked at your lips and back. “Let me show you how you should be treated.”

Thor’s hand finds its way to the back of your neck and he pulls you in, connecting his lips with yours. You froze for a second before you started kissing him back, your hands moving from his chest up to his hair. You felt Thor’s hands move to your hips and he pulled you down so that you could feel his hardening length.

“That’s what you do to me.”

A moan escaped your lips as you rolled your hips trying to find any sort of relief from the ache building up between your thighs. Thor explored your mouth with his tongue and your body with his hands. Your red lipstick stained his lips, and he trailed it down your jaw and onto your neck where he nips and leaves marks. He pulls the strap of your dress down your shoulder and peppers your chest with kisses as your black lacy bra is revealed. Thor looks at you before pulling the cup down and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple.

Feeling bold you reach for the zipper on your dress and pull it down. Thor grabs the hem and pulls it up and over your head before reaching for the clasp of your bra and removing it as well. Suddenly Thor stands, his hands firmly gripping your ass as he encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips found their way to his jaw as he walked deeper in the apartment and suddenly your back hit a mattress. He was fully dressed and you were in your lacy black underwear and you felt too exposed, Matt’s words started to echo in your head and you wanted to hide. Thor moved to hover over you and you realized he had removed his shirt. He kissed you tenderly before pulling back.

“Do you want this?”

You nodded.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I want this.”

He smiled before kissing you again and slowly moving down your body. Thor nipped and kissed every part of you that made you self-conscious. His lips were soft and his eyes burning with desire as they looked up at you. With every touch, whether it was his hands or his lips, you felt need and slick pool between your legs and when you were finally completely bared your arousal was evident. You sucked in air when you felt his thick fingers trace along your folds. Thor brought it up to his mouth and cleaned them.

“So good.”

You swallowed thickly as he moved to lay between your thighs. The way Thor was talking was enough to have you clenching around nothing. He alternated between kissing and leaving small bite marks on your inner thighs, his beard gracing your sensitive skin all the way up until you felt him kiss your mound. Thor licked a slow long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit before he took the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth, a groan escaped his lips. He would change it up from focusing on your clit to teasing your entrance, you moaned and whined until you felt a finger push into you. The man who was currently reducing you into a puddle started at a slow pace and slowly built it up until he added another. You feel that coil low in your belly tighten as he adds another finger. Your hips jerk toward him and he puts his free arm around you to keep you still. The combination of his tongue and fingers driving you closer to an orgasm.

“Right there. F-fuck.” you gasped as you reached to grab and tug on his hair. “Thor I’m go-”

“That’s it,” he said as he looked up at you before latching on to your clit again and sucking hard. Thor feels the way you clench around his fingers, urging him to keep going. You throw your head back with a moan as the pleasure he’s so freely giving you builds. “Let go, dove.”

His words push you over the edge as your orgasm washes over you. You can feel he continues to lap up your release not wasting a single drop before he’s kissing his way back up to your mouth. Thor’s beard glistening with nothing but you. When he kisses you again you can taste yourself and you moan.

He pulls back and looks down at you, pupils full blown with lust and a smirk on his lips. Your hands go to his belt and you undo it quickly before pulling it through the belt loops. You make quick work of unbuttoning his slacks and pulling on the zipper. Thor moves just as you're about to push his pants and boxers down. He removes the offending clothing and tosses it somewhere behind him. Before he could get settled again between your thighs you pushed against one of his shoulders. You felt him tense slightly but he laid on his side to allow you to get up and leave if that’s what you wanted. But you didn’t stop when he moved, you continued to push until he was on his back.

“My turn.” You say with a smile as your hand slides up his muscular thigh. He’s heavy in your hand and you appreciate how big he is as you begin to move your fist up and down. Thor groans when he feels your mouth on him.

You run your tongue from the base to the tip before swirling it around and tasting the bead of precum. Thor’s hands find their way into your hair just as you take the head of his cock into your mouth. His hips jerk upward and you take more of him. He moans as you begin to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck, just like that. Show me what that pretty little mouth can do.”

It’s your turn to moan at his words. Your nails dig into his thigh as you hollow out your cheeks. His cock twitches against your tongue and soon you find Thor pulling you off of him. A string of spit connects you to his length before he pulls you in for a filthy kiss.

“Such a good girl for me. But I want to be in that tight little pussy when I come.” He all but growled against your lips. Thor sits up, his hands are on your hips as he guides you over himself. You move to straddle him, placing your hands on his shoulders as you move. He stops before things go further. “fuck I don’t have protection.”

“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control.” You reassure him.

“I’m clean too.” Thor aligns himself with your entrance and you gasp as you feel him stretch you out. You rest your forehead against his, taking a moment to adjust to his size before you start moving. Thor’s hands are on your hips as he helps you bounce on his cock. Nothing but the sound of both your moans is heard. It doesn’t take long for you to feel closer to another orgasm. Thor kisses, nips and marks your neck as you grind into him.

“Fuck, so good.” You whimper as he thrusts up to meet you.

“I can feel you’re close, Dove. Come for me.” He growls into your skin and it’s all you need to fall over the edge. You throw your head back as the second orgasm washes over you and suddenly you’re on your back. “You are so beautiful.” He murmurs before he starts moving again. Your nails dig into his back as Thor’s pace quickens.

It’s a bit overwhelming, the intensity of his electric blue eyes as he looks at you come undone, the smirk he gives you when your eyes meet, the way he rolls his hips hitting your g-spot over and over again. But most of all it was the way you feel connected with Thor. It’s somehow more intimate than what you’ve felt before, maybe because of the situation you find yourselves in but you’ll take what you can get and you pull him down for a kiss.

You aren’t sure if it’s an entirely new orgasm or just the last one still sending waves of pleasure through you but you feel your legs shaking as Thor continues his fast pace. His hips stutter and he curses under his breath. After a few more thrusts you feel his cum coat your velvet walls.

Thor kisses you again before slowly pulling out and then laying next to you. The bed dips and you follow his movement with your eyes, too tired to actually move. He comes back with a damp cloth and his hand disappears between your thighs as he cleans you up before pulling the covers over you. He tosses the cloth somewhere behind him and lays down again. You turn to face him only to find him already looking at you.

“C’mere.” He says before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

With your head resting on his chest and his hand moving up and down your back it doesn’t take long for your eyes to close. It’s the best sleep you’ve had in a month and the best sex you’ve had in years.

The last thing you thought about was how could anyone leave someone like Thor for someone like Matt.

You were in Steve’s office. Him and Nat were definitely surprised to see you early on Friday. But you had promised you would tell them how it went. So while Nat and Steve were face to face you facetimed Sam and Bucky. Telling them everything that happened.

“So let me get this straight,” Bucky said. “He said he found you disgusting and that you were pathetic for thinking he could still be attracted to you?”

“Yeah, and he said he was glad that I miscarried because he didn’t want to be tied down to me.” You sigh and you blink back tears. “He said that no one would ever want me and that I didn’t deserve to be happy or have anyone love me.”

Steve put an arm around you and held you close to his chest, just allowing you to shed those tears you had been holding in.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Nat said and the others voiced their agreement.

“It doesn’t matter what's done, it's done. I just have to focus on what I’m going to do next.”

“What happened with Thor?” Steve asked.

“What do you mean?”

Nat eyed you suspiciously, in the whole conversation you had barely mentioned him. And now that she was really looking at you there was something different about you. You seemed to get a little flustered every time he was mentioned. Suddenly she gasps.

“You whore you slept with him!” She announced excitedly. You know she didn’t mean it in a negative way but you still grimaced when she jokingly called you a whore. “Tell us everything.”

“What is there to tell? We were at his place and then we slept together. I left this morning before he woke up.”

“But was it good?”

“Let’s just say 3 times and I’m gonna be walking funny.”

Nat and Sam smirked, Bucky had his mouth hanging open and Steve just looked confused.

“3 times what?”

“Oh babe.” Nat said before leaning in and telling him what you meant. Immediately Steve blushes and clears his throat as he nods.

“So What’s next?”

“I have no idea.”

A year and a half later

There was still a hint of winter cold in the spring breeze that blew gently. It was enough to make you shiver slightly even though you were dressed warmly. You weren’t standing outside of the shopping center just for the fun of it though. No you currently had a fussy 9 month only child in your arms and she had been screaming her head off just a few minutes ago. You had decided that taking a moment outside would do everyone good. As you rocked her and cooed sweet little nothings you heard an all too familiar voice, it was deep and with an accent that brought back sinful memories.

“Y/N?” Thor asked. You turned in his direction. Damn he looked good.

“Thor, Hi.”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times. Slightly at a loss for words. After you left he had tried to reach out but you were nowhere to be found. He would be lying if he said he didn’t think about you constantly. Although at the moment his concern was something else entirely.

“Is she mine?” He finally asked. It was only fair to ask, if you thought about it of course it made sense he would think that.

“Oh my god,” you chuckle as you shake your head. “No, she's my niece. We were just taking a break from the flashing lights.”

You nodded in the direction of a photography studio just behind him. There was a moment where his reaction looked like a mixture of disappointment and then relief.

“So how have you been?”

“I’m better now but to be honest I struggled a bit over the last year.” He answers. “How about you?”

“Good. Better than I thought I’d be actually. My job actually had me in Europe for a while. I just got back a few weeks ago. I think it really helped me.”

“That’s good. Are you back for good?”

“Yeah. No more galavanting around Italy for me.” You smile up at him and he returns it.

“Listen. I was wondering if-“

“Thor?” He had been cut off before he was able to finish what he was going to ask. Jane had walked up to both of you while you were distracted with each other. Her arm wrapped around his before she turned to look and smile at you. “Y/N, It’s good to see you. How have you been?”

“Great, oh I almost forgot. I never thanked you for sleeping with my husband. Best thing to ever happen to me.” So maybe you weren’t great and sometimes you were still angry about the whole thing. But you have improved immensely since first finding out all those months ago.

Thor held back his laugh, instead shaking his head and smiling in your direction. Jane stood there stunned for a second before turning her attention to Thor.

“Are you ready? We’re going to be late for our reservation.” She doesn’t wait for an answer and instead walks away from both of you.

“It’s not what you think.”

“It’s ok Thor. I should head back anyway.” You say, sounding more disappointed than you would have liked. He calls your name but you quickly make your way back into the studio.

“Hey is everything ok?” Steve asked as he made his way over to you and took his daughter.

“Yeah, everything is good.” You smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes and he notices. He decides to keep you occupied instead of pressuring you to tell him.

“Come on then, we want some pictures with you.”

Your afternoon had been busy. After finishing up at the photography studio you and Nat went shopping. It had been fun but your mind kept thinking about Thor. You had no choice but to be honest with yourself, you knew that there had been a connection that night and you thought he felt it too. But seeing him still with Jane made you question if he had felt it or if it had been a figment of your imagination. A knock at your door stops your thoughts from spiraling anymore.

“Thor, what are you doing here?” You ask as you open the door.

“I wanted to talk to you. I think there were things that were left unsaid. I’ve already waited a year and half. I don't want to wait anymore.”

He gives you a hopeful look and his gaze is just as intense as you remember. His eyes brighten when you open the door wider and ask him to come inside. You apologize for the mess of boxes and show him to your living room.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

Thor shakes his head before taking a deep breath. You stared at him, waiting for whatever it was that he had to say.

“Jane and I, we’ve been divorced for a couple of months now.”

You stare at him, disbelief evident in your gaze.

“Today was actually the first time I’d seen her in months. She called me and asked to talk. Apparently Matt was seeing someone else. She wanted to talk about possibly working things out.”

“Then why are you here Thor?” You looked away from him, bracing yourself to be told that that night was a mistake. That he could never be with someone like you. That it was a moment of weakness on his part.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Not since that night. When I woke up and you were gone I was disappointed.” You can feel his eyes on you and you finally meet it.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either. But Thor we were both heartbroken and looking for comfort. It just so happened that we found it in each other.”

“Come on, Dove.”

You swallow thickly at the nickname and he notices. A mischievous grin appears on his face and he moves closer to you until he can pull you up onto his lap. You’re straddling him just like you had that first night. Thor’s hands settle on your hips, and you feel him squeeze your soft curves.

“I know you felt it too.” He leans up and places a flurry of kisses on your neck and jaw while you keep your hands on his shoulders.“One chance is all I ask for. Let me take you on one date.” He looks up at you, eyes full of hope.

“As long as you don’t take me to any French restaurants.”

He laughs and you can’t help but join him.

“I’ll take you wherever you want. You just have to tell me.”

You lean down, and capture his lips with yours. It was needy and passionate. You had almost forgotten how his lips felt against yours and it felt good to get reminded of it.

“How about my bedroom for now.”

“As you wish, Dove.” He stands and you wrap your legs around his waist and point in the direction of your room.

After what happened with Matt you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to trust anyone with your heart anymore. But along came Thor who had been hurt just as you had and gave you hope. He showed you that you were still worthy of love.

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first1ove · 2 years

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Top 3 kinks: Thor Odinson

pairing: thor odinson x f!reader

warnings: breeding kink at the end if ur uncomfy with that otherwise it’s quite vanilla

minors do not interact

Size kink

Thor’s big—god-sized, really. Strong, tall, and well, well-endowed Thors obsessed with your size difference, he loves the way you shrink standing next to him: your hands are dwarfed when pressed against his, you’re easily overpowered whenever you spar or play fight, and you’re always struggling to take all of his cock.

Sat at the foot of your bed, he’s got a look of pure adoration is his eyes as he peers down at you kneeling in between his strong legs with your mouth stretched as you suck on his rosy cockhead. His breath hitches as you swipe your tongue across his slit; you’re taking your time as you try to fit him, just as he trained you. Slowly, you take him further into mouth allowing yourself time to adjust, but he’s soon hitting the back of your throat making you shudder around his length.

Thor can feel his cock twitch at the sight and it takes divine strength for him not to buck his hips, forcing himself deeper into your throat so he can watch as you sputter and gasp around him. Instead, he places a firm, guiding hand at the back of your head and helps you wok your way down, ‘that’s it,’ he cooes, though youre hardly half-way, ‘keep going like that, just like that,’. You hum at his encouragement and he shivers at the vibration sent through him.

Thor’s never been patient and though he tries best with you his impatience gets the better of him. He can’t help it; his guiding hand loses its gentleness and pushes the back of your head, pushing his cock further down your throat. The sudden force makes you choke around his length and for a moment Thor fears he’ll come right then and there.

Youre teary eyed when you come up for air, a string of spit hanging from your puffy lips. Thor swears he can see a look of disappointment in your eyes upon needing to stop. ‘Gods, you’re amazing’ he whispers and his powerful hand is gentle once more as he caresses your cheek, ‘now let me treat you too, my love’.

Body Worship

Thor’s strength shows itself again as he picks you up from the floor and lays you on your back. The soft feeling of the mattress against your back contrasts the feeling of his rough hands as he makes quick work of removing your clothes. He does little to hide his impatience as undresses you—he never does. he’s got a bad habit of tearing off your outfits and brushing off your upset with a scoff because, ‘all midgardian things are replaceable’

Not you, however, and he makes that known by touching you with the utmost care. He handles you like glass, his hands smooth over every curve of your body as he appreciates your form. He mutters a stream of sweet words as he caresses your body, ‘beautiful, beautiful, beautiful my love,’ ‘you look perfect like this, you always do,’ his words are enough to fluster you, making your heart race.

Thor positions himself in between your thighs propping with of his muscular arms on either side of your head, caging you in. You look so small laid beneath his looming form and he loves it. He presses a trail of kisses against your skin following the same path path as his hands. His lips kiss and nip at your soft skin leaving love bites scattered across your body. He takes his time when he reaches your heaving chest, paying special attention to your breasts.

Wet lips tease and suck at your hardened nipples making you gasp while strong hands massage and knead your tits. Thor chuckles to himself as you pant and squirm beneath him, your patience is also wearing thin. ‘wait my love,’ he whispers, ‘let me appreciate this precious body’. His words are hardly an order, but they still stop your whining as you endure his endless kisses.

Breeding

When he’s pushed your patience to the limit he at last gives into you and gives you what you want most. He spits crudely into his hand before reaching down to align his cock with your drooling core. He’s quick to lube himself, but pauses before entering you.

‘Wrap your legs around me precious,’ he orders, ‘don’t you let me pull out, understand?’ with a nod of your head, you do what your told and lock your legs tightly around his sturdy form. Thor grins at your obedience and presses a kiss to your nose, ‘that’s my girl,’

He knows he should go slow, but there’s something sick inside him that loves the way you cry out as he stretches you so brutally with his length. So, with one fluid roll of his hips he’ll stuffing you full and hissing as your tight walls welcome him. The feeling should be familiar by now, but it still has you whining as he pushes further inside.

Thor’s quick to hush you, ‘shh, my love, you can take it, yes you can take it,’ he cooes ‘just a little more, precious. come on, make me proud,’

When his words fail to silence your whimpers his lips are on yours quieting you with a kiss before he tries once more, ‘be good and i promise I’ll give you what you want, my love,’ he emphasizes his words by pressing hand to your stomach, holding you still.

You know what he’s getting at and do your best to be good as he stretches you further, overwhelming you with both pain and pleasure. Your arms wrap tightly around his form and beneath your finger tips you can feel his hardened muscles flex with each steady thrust.

In the embrace of your arms and legs, Thor is effectively trapped and he adores it. Your legs keep him locked into you even as he begins to lose his rhythm, his own high throwing him off beat.

The sound of your sweet voice encouraging him is enough to send him over the edge and soon the god is coming undone right above you. A low groan leaves him as he cums deep instead filling your cunt once more.

Thor collapses beside you, one large hand still laid on your stomach smoothing over the soft skin. ‘precious’ he murmurs into the sheets ‘absolutely precious’

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marvelslittlewhore · 1 year

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Imagine Thor sending litte bits of electricity to you because you're being bad in public🫠

- Makayla 💜

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potter-puff007 · 1 year

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The Night the Hammer was Dropped

Summary: Thor is wanting to surprise you with a snowcapped getaway for some uncapped fun.

Warnings: Smut; 18+ ONLY Minors DNI; Sexual Language; Fake Dating.

Are you almost ready to go Y/N? Thor is very anxious about taking you on this trip up to the mountains for a wintery getaway. Yes I am almost ready to go, you say in excitement because you have no idea where you are going on this trip; He is being very secretive to the point of blind folding you on the way. Ok, I am ready—let’s go! Wait one moment my queen, said Thor with the upmost serious look on his face, what are you supposed to address me by now that we are leaving for our trip? You look at Thor with hesitation, I am sorry let’s go my sex king. You were so embarrassed to call him that, but he insisted on it, so you go along with his silly games. That is right my love slave, he said with such a confidence that it was sickening. You get in the car to head to the mysterious location for your getaway and before you can say anything he puts the blindfold over your eyes. Do we have to do the blindfold… seriously? Yes Y/N we do. I want it to be a surprise where we are going. You comply with the blindfold, and you start moving. You had been driving for over an hour and start to get curious and take the blindfold down just for a peak and Thor catches you peaking. He takes the blindfold and pushes it back up on your face and next thing you know he is pulling over. Why are you pulling over, you ask in curiosity. I am pulling over to take care of your nosey intentions. He then pulls out handcuffs and cuffs my hands to the handle on the door. So, I just sit there waiting to be at our location and then about twenty minutes later the car comes to a complete stop again. Why are we stopping now Thor? We have made it to our destination. He was so excited, but tried his best not to show it because he doesn’t want to hurt his image. He takes off the blindfold and you start to look around and see this beautiful scenery you never imagined would be real. There was this breathtaking snowcapped mountain in the background and a cabin sitting right in the middle of it covered in a blanket of snow itself. It was perfect! You get out of the car and start looking around at all the marvelous wonders and Thor comes to you and starts leading you inside. The cabin is nothing of what you expected. It was larger in size on the inside than the outside and had a beautiful lofted overlook staircase with a cozy little family room with fireplace in the center of the room. My love slave head to the upstairs area and look at our bedroom, said Thor awaiting your reaction to what surprise was waiting. You walk in and the room is very cozy with a wood log bed and to the side of the room there is a huge bay window overlooking the mountains and the snow falling. You thought “at this point how could he top that” you turn around and see rose petals all over the room spelling out your name Y/N and a full bath already run for you with bath salts and petals in the tub and soft music playing in the background. What do you think my love, said Thor with hopeful eyes. I love it Thor it is perfect! You literally thought of every little detail thank you for this trip, you said with such excitement. You were both exhausted from the drive up and decided to take your bath and go to bed for the evening. The next morning arrives and you look out the window and to your demise there is snow completely covering half the house. You are snowed-in!! You start to panic some “what will we do; we are trapped in this cabin; how are we going to get out” You start to calm down and look over and Thor is nowhere to be found. Wondering where he is, you head downstairs looking for him and he was downstairs fixing the fire and smelled as if he was making breakfast. Y/N did you sleep well, Thor asked you as you came down the stairs. Yes, but did you happen to look outside? Yes I seen that we are snowed-in today. How convenient is that, Thor said with a very mysterious look on his face. You thought, “what is he up to?” You go in to start eating breakfast and you look over and see Thor bent down putting firewood in the fireplace to get it started. The fire was already going and the warmth of the fire was casting a glaze look on Thor’s chiseled physique. You started to get a little warm, but was it the fire or Thor’s unbridled body calling your name. Thor sees you checking him out and gives you a look, are you enjoying the few my love slave, he says with the deepest sound to his voice like he had lowered it on purpose to make you want him more. Yes, I am enjoying the view are you enjoying yours? He looked over at you and saw you sitting on the counter with your legs twisted in a way where he could barely see your pussy peaking through. I am definitely enjoying my view; I would enjoy it more if you would spread those flood gates Y/N. You start to blush a little from what he said and he starts to walk towards you. I have an idea, says Thor. What could that be, you say wondering what he could be wanting to do. Have you ever played strip twister? You look confused as to what he is talking about so, you ask him to explain further. Strip twister is like regular twister, but the only difference is whenever someone causes you to fall and lose the game an article of clothing has to be taken off. Whoever loses all their clothes first has to give themselves up. So, you want to play, Thor asks with a look of anticipation hoping you will say yes. Ok, I will give a try, but don’t feel bad if you lose, you say with a little bit of a competitive edge in your voice. Believe me I wont feel bad when you lose. You start playing and whenever your right leg has to go on green you fall. Ok, my love slave you have to take off clothing, but the catch is I get to choose and take it off for you! Thor was excited about this part. So, he starts to remove your pants first very slowly. A few rounds later and you are completely naked. Guess what that means Y/N, says Thor with a very mischievous look on his face. I believe I know; so go ahead and take me. He comes towards you and grabs your waist pulling you in very tight to his waist. You feel a hardness that goes from waist to thigh. You are awfully happy to see me, you say. I will be even happier inside you, says Thor as he throws you on the couch. He starts caressing your breasts ever so slightly and goes slowly down your torso to your pussy. He starts chasing his fingers through your pussy lips getting you on the rise. You start to get excited and as he notices, he starts to push even harder. Thor, please don’t. He keeps going and you start to moan out his name. What are you supposed to call me, he says with a stern look on his face and you say my sex king. So, you start to moan, oh my sex king don’t stop. He proceeds to pick you up off the couch and gently lay you on a soft cozy blanket on the floor facing the fireplace. He covers you and himself in the blanket to bring you closer together. You start to grab his dick and he stops you. You are not worthy to just grab a hammer that does not belong to you, he says with confidence. You look him in the eye with a seductive stare and say, you want to know how worthy I am, then give me the hammer and I will show you. He lays over on his back and you climb on top of him to show him the proper way to nail someone. You start thrusting back and forth and he starts to enjoy himself. He looks at you with this hungry look in his eyes like this is not enough for me. He throws you off him and says, you are not worthy of my dick, but I am worthy of your pussy. So, he throws you up against the wall and starts pounding you and harder he goes the more his muscles contract showing off his physique. You start to moan louder and louder the faster and harder he goes. I am going to cum my sex king, you yell out to him. Then cum for me my love slave, Thor says with the most seductive sound to his voice, which makes you melt in his arms further. You are at your climax and you both release at the same time. After the release you both fall to the floor in exhaustion and pleasure. Did you enjoy that nailing you got my love slave, he asked with a smirk on his face. Yes I did enjoy it, you said with a smile. If you enjoyed that nailing wait until later the Hammer will nail you again. You laugh and look forward to the evening…

I hope you like this post!! There could possibly be another part in the works...

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havensins · 11 months

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had this idea about free use Thor for you, like for an anniversary present or something (you decide idk) he walks up to you and says that for today you can use him freely whenever you want

[ this is almost a teaser for the thor fic.. dropping in a few hours 😋😋😋! ]

free use thor making my head spin!

i can just imagine thor letting himself be your present, detailing how he wanted you to be able to use him whenever you wanted, however you wanted.

gosh, imagine him being busy or in the middle of something semi-important and you just tell him to get on his knees and he allows you to use his mouth any way you please.

or!! manhandling thor in any way you wished over the kitchen counter and pulling his pants down to his thighs and just sliding in. his head would fall forward and his arms would tremble as they propped himself up.

after a while, he’d get too weak and reach his hand back to touch you. you’d pin his hands behind his back and fuck into him that much harder.

your other hand would find it’s way into his hair, safely grabbing a fistful of his blonde locks and pulling him up. his back was in a deep arch and he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your cock pressing at his prostate.

“look at you, nothin but a fuckin toy for me to use..” you muttered, chewing on your bottom lip at the way he clenched around you.

“your toy, your whore..” he’d whine, mouth parting open in a loud moan as he came for the third time that day. you didn’t let up or stop at all, and he struggled in your grip as the overstimulation continued.

he didn’t know whether to try and get away from the feeling or melt into it, though it was no use; your grip only got tighter. “that’s right love, just let me use to you to get myself off,” you grunt, close to cumming yourself.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Friends with Benefits

Reader x Thor x Loki

⚠️18+ Contains Smut, angst, a bit of an asshole Thor, pining, sexual tension perhaps? College AU

Welcome to college where your roommate is Natasha and Bucky for some reason. You like to party and smoke Buckys exceptionally lovely plants as well as shacking up with none other than Thor AKA the hottest guy on campus who’s also your best friend until you finally start talking to his brother. Where was god hiding that one?

Complete

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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I think I've read every single thor fanfic on here. I need more. fanfiction writers, work your smut magic I beg.

#thor #thor odinson #thor love and thunder #thor x reader #thor x oc #thor x reader smut #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor odinson x you #thomas #chris hemsworth

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justjams2003 · 17 days

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Sweet Savegary- 10

Sorry for the long wait everyone🙈

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Death of loved ones, violence, nightmares, non-con, p in v, degradation. If you noticed it, strippers, technically (but like exotic dancers) Body shaming, stealing, stabbing, mentions of angels and Valhalla, lightning strikes. Talk about slavery and fluff. Google Translate Norwegian. Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 2k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

Tag list: @torossosebs @steverogersistheguy @thehighladyofasgard @notyourtypicalrose @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet @lovelyselfshipper @groovy-lady

~Masterlist~

Part 9~Part 11 (Coming soon)

“Where are you taking me?” Your feet drag across the floor, your body knows this is wrong but your mind is fuzzy. Your ears are ringing with the evil giggles of the dancing woman. Their sinister grins form into that of a cheshire cat. It makes you cold all over. They’re pulling you in all sort of directions. They tug on your clothes, stripping you one item at a time.

“I want her necklace.” “I want her cloak.” “I want her dress.” Stealing everything Thor has given you and your body is too limp to fight. “No, no,” You whimper, shaking your head and reaching out to take back what they steal from you. But you’re too weak. Your hand just falls to your side as you slump back against the closest wall.

You feel their hands roam all over you. “She’s so well fed...” You hear someone mutter. “I wish my thighs were soft like hers.” “We’re all just skin and bone.” “I hear those savages like their woman on the heavier side.” Their words swirl around in your head like whiplash. They pull sharply on your nipple and them praise your body. Pinch your thigh and wish they had it.

“You did so good...so good...” A new voice, a man, the king, not your king. A cold sting drags from your breast down to your naval. Icy and sharp, must be a knife. You gasp when suddenly frosty water drowns your airways. Only to be pulled back to breathe again. Adrenaline swims through you, forcing your vision to clear up.

The English King’s cruel glare makes you itch all over. Your hair stands on edge, naked and vulnerable in front of him. “Tell me, whore, what’s his secret?” Your brows furrow together and you struggle against whatever has been put in your system. “I don’t know-” He groans, “Come on now, don’t make this difficult. How do I break him?”

Again, your eyes droop and your legs feel like sticks. “What? No, no.” You shake your head. Break him? You don’t want to break him. He provides for you. Without him you’d be on the streets. He’s shown you new worlds, you owe him everything. “Come on, don’t tell you you’re defending him! He’s killed thousands of my men without even having to call out an army He doesn’t care about you and he’ll kill you as soon as you stop satisfying his cock.”

You shake your head, “No, you’re wrong.” "If I wanted to kill you, I would not be making love to you." Thor’s voice echos through your mind. That one night so many moons ago. He wouldn’t kill you, he’s never hurt you enough to leave long-lasting damage. He vowed to make you queen, he wouldn’t just kill off his queen. It’s all in discipline, in the name of love. To spare you from men like this English King.

The English King scoffs and grabs you by the throat. Forcing your droopy eyes to peer deep into his. They’re filled with hate. Thor doesn’t have hate. Only guilt and anger that comes and goes. No hate. “Don’t tell me you love that bastard!” You sit in his lap, he braids your hair. He wraps is arms around you, warms you and you calm his nightmares. Each of you give and each of you take and he’s only ever left bruises of possession. Is that not love? What do you know about love?

The English King’s hand tightens around your throat. The drugs mix with the lack of oxygen and suddenly everything feels so light. “You do!” Metal stings in your gut. Right on the edge of making love with your guts. “Pathetic!” Blood pools around the tip of the blade. To kill or to use? To cause Thor more pain or to use her and take over his kingdom?

But you...you special one are worth so much more than his kingdom...

Death is dipped in gold. And so peaceful. There is no pain and looking down, your blood isn’t crimson. It’s glittering and looks so appetizing. Your fingers smear into the gore, but it’s not vile. You want more. It feels so nice and warm against your cold drained skin. And it’s not sticky and not fluid either. Thick, dripping gold.

Angels seem to be singing your name. But, none of this makes sense. You should be in Valhalla. There are no angels where the Vikings go to die. This must be some other place in the great realms of the tree of life. This is the place that your king had showed you, when he spoke the words in the language that feels so close to home and at the same time unknown.

“Du kan ikke dra ennå. Du kan ikke komme hjem. Du må fullføre oppgaven din.” Who is that? Who whisper to you? You don’t understand. You don’t understand the language. But it sounds so familiar to the words your master speak to you. You wish he would speak to you. Tell you what you’re missing. Tell you why he won’t let go of you. Let you go. Let you go home. Where is home? He took it. He’s taken your home. He has it. He is home.

“Don’t fall for their lies!” What? The pretty gilt loses it’s sparkle. Turning a sour yellow and falls further into hideousness. And ugly finite red, never ending pour from the gash in your stomach. “That’s it! Come back to me. Please, please, little dove, look at me.” A bloody hand engulfs your cheek and now it’s an pulchritudinous blue. Thunder cracks through the sky and it hides the sound of people begging for their life from you.

“Du ga henne nettopp til meg! Jeg skal brenne ned Asgard hvis du tar henne nå. Du fryktet meg før, og du vil frykte mitt ord nå.” Who is he talking to? “Du lærer ikke leksjonen din, sønn.” And why can I hear a reply? “Ikke skjenn ut meg mens livet hennes glipper!” Why is he crying? “Min underkastelse kan du ha, men du vil ikke ta henne fra meg.” I’m so tired. “Vær forsiktig med ordene du sier.”

“What did you do?!” A loud boom wakes you along with a crack of lightning. The darkness now dark pink and the throbbing in your body is so much worse than you remember. “You know what they will ask of you now.” Are they talking to you? “You’ve traded her life for billions!” A growl, no, they aren’t talking to you. “They sent her here to play with you and you fell for it.” A loud smack and then crumbling interrupts the heavy raining, why are your eyelids so weighty?

“Don’t you think I know that?! This was not part of the plan, she was never part of the plan!” What plan? Slowly your eyes flutter open, but you shut them just as quickly. In fear that they might see you wake. “You were suppose to pull the wool over their eyes. Make them believe that you’re growing soft. Not actually become weak!” You try again, this time more slowly opening your eyes.

Thor stands leaning on the balcony. His bare back to you, his long blonde hair hangs with shame. The Warriors look to be scolding him. Never did you think you’d see the day of that happening. You didn’t think that anyone could ever hold any power over the mountain of a man. Thick storm clouds colour the sky behind them. “It was too soon. I need more time.”

“We’ve been here over three thousand years. How much more time do you need? Now would’ve been the time to act!” Thor glares over the balcony, down at the New Asgardian people going about their day. He shakes his head. “These mortals will never be ready. We placed far too much hope in their hands. Your best warriors don’t even come close to grazing me.”

You try to get up, to hear more of what they’re saying, but the pain snaps through you and a groan escapes you. Another snap of lightning. All four of their eyes find your own. It’s like predators in the dark. Glowing flames from afar. Thor glares at the warriors, cutting the conversation and their comments short. When they leave the room, Thor’s eyes settle on you.

“Lay back down and don’t move.” His voice is stern, he crosses his arms over his bare chest and just leans against the balcony. You follow his instructions, except you hold out your hand for him to take. Your feel so cold without his body heat always near you. But he does not move, his jaw locks and his eyes don’t move from your stretched out hand.

You can see he's fighting battles in his mind. Why won’t he come closer? He saved you but does not want you? He sighs, his hand rubs his face and then combs through his tangled hair. “You make me weak.” The words hit like the dagger that almost killed you. To hear him admit something like that could have you beheaded. “No.” The word slips from your mouth.

His brows furrow and he snarls. “No?” He asks, almost in shock. “No! You... you cannot be weak! If you are weak then there is no hope for me.” It looks as if you’re talking to him a foreign language. “You are talking nonsense, girl.” He gruffs and shakes his head. “I know what I'm saying. If you are weak then everyone else is strong and I’ll end up back in the hands of people who’d rather learn the name of a pig than my own.”

“You were almost killed! Just because I let my guard down! In the-” he stops and sighs as if stopping his tongue from acting to quick. “Three thousand years?” His eyes go wide and his face goes pale. “How much did you hear?” His jaw locks and his fists crack the stone of the balcony.

My mouth hangs open and I begin to panic. “Answer me!” He yells out, his voice booms inside of you. Lightning strikes the ground behind him. “Fucking hell.” He mutters to himself. Is the lightning scaring him as much as it scares you? Your heart shakes. “I- Everything.” He sighs and again rubs his face. “Another fucking problem.” It hurts to be seen as a problem, something to deal with.

“What were you talking about? Please, talk to me.” You can’t talk like this, laying down. Again you try to get up but wince. Fuck does it hurt. “What the fuck did I say? Can’t you follow orders just once?” He snaps at you, as if that isn’t all you’ve been doing...This is the most he’s talked to you at a time. His heavy boots shake the floor as he stomps over to you.

He sits down next to you, his heavy hand pushes you back down against the soft pillows. Then his hands shove the blankets to the side and begins lifting your dress. You grab his hands. “Please, Thor, I am in pain, I’ll make it up later, I, I promise-” He just growls at you and continues lifting your dress.

You see the huge gash on your stomach. Nowhere near as long or gruesome as the one on his chest, but still unsightly for a lady. His brows knit together, examining the stitches. “Your wound needs to be cleaned.” He mumbles, standing up to get some supplies from the bathroom. This is different, he seems almost more human now. Acknowledging your pain and not using you.

The alcohol burns your stomach and you hiss pulling back. Thor’s huge hand clasps around your hip to keep you in place. “How long was I asleep?” You ask, watching those giant hands of his trying to be gentle. He’s clumsy, not used to dealing with a task so small. “Three days you were between life and death. I cursed the English healers for knowing nothing and as soon as you were stable we made quick work back to New Asgard.”

He explains, it’s so strange to hear him speak so much to you. “Thor, who was that voice? Who was it that you cursed over my dying breath?” His jaw locks tight again. “You were dying, you were seeing things.” You scoff and insist. “I’m not! I know what I saw. It was as you showed me, on the boat. Seeing without looking. Like you said!”

His hand goes up to grab your cheeks between his hand. Your jaw hurts under his force. “If I said that you were seeing things, then it is so. You are not to question me. Know your place. I have no patience or control left.” He commands, his eyes stern and you know if you push it anymore you could end up hurting yourself.

He stands up, rinsing out the towel he had used to clean your wound. And when he’s done he opens the door, ready to leave. “You are not to leave this room under any circumstances. You do not open the door to anyone but me. Not even the Warriors.” He commands, and the door slams in your face before you can argue.

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