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mjolnirswriststrap · 18 days ago

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Dumb Viking Thor

Thor x maid!Reader, Steve x maid!Reader

Summary: Deep grunts filled the bathroom. Cleaning supplies strewn all over the floor. Your life flashed before your eyes when the stall door jerked open, on your knees scrubbing the toilet is how he found you. “Mr. Odinson.” You say, jumping up.

Warnings: PLEASE CONSUME AT YOUR OWN RISK! Explicit ‼️ 18+ Material, Noncon, Rough Sex, Rape themes, Female receiving pen, Anal, subtle cream pie.

Word Count: 2,039 Masterlist

You meticulously mixed chemicals, being sure not to create mustard gas. Your first week working as a cleaner for Stark Industries left you with zero training. The lead janitor was too occupied with her own doings to teach you how to properly clean certain things. It took you double to time to clean the bathrooms, your coworkers knew it, so when you’d disappear for hours, they never questioned it.

You’d been in the men’s bathroom for almost an hour already. The bristles of the brush scrubbed the tile around the toilet, the sound being the only thing heard in the enclosed space. That and your deep breathing, exhaustion filling you after a long day of work, coupled with the ever growing redness on your sore knees. Your shoulders burned from scrubbing, and you were so focused on just finishing so you could clock out; finally go home.

You never heard anyone enter the bathroom, you were too focused. You only noticed you were no longer alone when the door to the stall gets pushed open. You jump up, not out of fear but by being startled. When you eject yourself from your kneeled position, you spin in place, turning to face whoever stumbled upon you. You’re relieved to see Thor Odinson, standing there with a calculating look.

“Mr. Odinson, forgive me, I will be finished in a second.” You say, assuming he wouldn’t want a woman in the men’s restroom while he uses it. Offering a smile out of curtesy, you hold it for a second too long, even after you don’t see any amusement appear on his face. You clear your throat, quickly returning to scrubbing the stall. One hand held the disinfectant while your other held the brush. You tried rushing, feeling his growing presence behind you.

“Just gotta wipe it down now, sir.” You give him reassurance that you’d be gone in a second. But that second never comes. You move to step around him, reaching for your cleaning cart that held the microfiber cleaning cloths. You’re too focused on hurrying and getting out that you don’t take note of how silent the gods being. How observant he is, watching every move you make.

Your hands were full, you couldn’t defend yourself. In an instant they were empty, the brush clattering to the floor. The spray bottle cracking upon impact, bleach spilling all over the floor in a growing puddle. Your hands were now pressed to the mirror of the sink vanity. Your cheek pressed there too, your eyes searched behind you for Thor, seeing the look on his face finally told you what you needed to know. He wasn’t even here, this is primal, instinctual, animalistic.

“Mr. Odinson, you know this isn’t allowed.” You try to calmly remind him. You were no fool, you knew the strength he held, you knew he was a god. You knew your position, you were nobody, a maid at best. You should be thinking of every reason to be grateful for this, instead you’re gasping for air as he presses it out of you, his body weight leaning on your from behind.

Thor doesn’t respond, he knows what he’s doing, whether or not it’s wrong is up for debate. What else was he supposed to do? He saw a woman on her knees and felt like he needed to do something about it. You’re just a maid, no one would even know, he is the god of thunder and a king, any woman is his if he wishes. He couldn’t even recall how many maids and ladies in waiting on Asgard who carried his bastard children.

To Thor, he was doing the right thing. Using the resources provided to him. And how rude would he be if he disregarded Starks resources. That’s why he doesn’t rip your uniform, he pushes it up around your hips, being sure to pull your tights down in one swift movement.

Your hands stayed planted on the mirror you had shined less than an hour ago. You don’t know why, but you knew better than to fight back, you knew better than to move. In any other position maybe you’d be flattered he’d took an interest in you; but this was…less than personal, it was just him getting his rocks off. You don’t doubt if it had been Rose or Serenity; the same sequence of events would’ve occurred.

You hear the sound of leather and metal clasps rustling behind you, and you close your eyes, numbing yourself for what’s about to happen. You thought you could do it, go limp, deaf, blind to what’s happening to you; the second the thick tip of his cock slid past the barrier your thighs created, you were dropping your hands from the mirror, reaching behind you to brace yourself.

You don’t understand that it’s an impossible feat. You could never brace for the searing pain that blossoms between your legs. You couldn’t even breathe, you were dry, but he didn’t seem to care, pushing past that barrier too. You felt your sensitive skin stretch around him, but when the relentlessness of him trying to shove himself to the hilt comes, you feel yourself tearing.

When you feel the tuft of hair at the base of his cock brush against your ass you know he’s bottomed out. You can’t feel it, after the first tear; your lower body clocked out. Only when his big hands wrap around your love handles, you can feel how gentle his hands are. No matter the pain he was inflicting, it was like he knew his hands would break your bones, bruise your skin.

He’s even has the curtesy to let you have some semblance of adjusting to him. You wanna laugh, but you can’t, the timeline of events only happening in less than two minutes. Your brain isn’t processing and comprehending what’s happening. Your brain was turning into complete mush, you were trying to convince yourself of two things; you didn’t want this, and you desperately wanted it. You were confused.

The confusion only intensifying when he leans down and brushed the hair from your shoulder, whispering behind your ear. “Good little maid.”. That shouldn’t have had the effect that it did, but here you were, pushing your body back slightly at the praise. Like you were doing something right by not protesting. You were good for not fighting back. Deserving because of your meekness.

He groaned when he felt you push back against him, knowing it meant you wanted it, even if you didn’t say it. But in the end, he didn’t really care what you thought, you were doing your job. Your duty.

He doesn’t notice the fog on the mirror from your shallow breaths, or the fact that you’re wet has mixed with blood from being torn. He just starts pumping in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. You wish you could feel it, but your body is still fighting to some degree, refusing to let you or him relish in this moment.

His pace picks up, causing you to raise yourself on your tiptoes, giving him as much access as he needs, making it easier for him to slam back into you every time he torturously pulls out to admire how you swallow him, the pink folds wrapping around him perfectly, like a set of lips, sucking him in.

He had been relatively silent, little grunts and that tiny comment of praise earlier, so it shocks you when he lets out a high pitched whine. “Fuck, stay just like that.” He exclaims, feeling the building tension in his balls come to an eruption. He mercilessly claps his stomach into your ass cheeks, the slapping sound echoing off the walls, and that’s it for you, finally giving up whatever you were holding onto.

Your pussy gushes over him, and you let out a strangled wail, “Please.” You beg, you knew your hole was obliterated, ruined, stretched and full, the only thing that could benefit you now was if you got to cum too. You heard him chuckle behind you. Actually laugh at your plea. As if you had no room to even speak and this was all his doing, for his pleasure.

Tears finally fill your eyes, but not for your situation, it’s over cumming. Your desperation becoming too much, you start rocking on your tiptoes, finding a friction that pleasured you so you could make yourself cum. Thor doesn’t seem to mind, glad you’re finally participating. He’s too close to care truly, the new found tightness of your walls desperately clenching down on him, was rushing him towards his undoing.

You’re no where near close when you hear the bathroom door swing open, cutting through the thick air and letting a cold wind sweep through the tiled room, the tears and sweat on your face drying instantly. You can’t even look who it is, the shame of being caught not finding you.

Thor of course carries no shame for what he’s doing, he does register the person, and their bewildered look, laughing again but not stopping his movement. “What the fuck are you doing?” You hear an angry Brooklyn accent. Your vision wasn’t completely there as you roll your head to face the door, your eyes finding Steve Rogers standing there, his shoulders rising and falling as his breath picks up.

You could just make out the confusion, the disgust, the shame on the Captains face as he looks at the cleaning supplies strewn around the floor, lifting his boot to see that he’d stepped in the spilled bleach. He places it back down and lets out a scoff or a huff, you were too delirious to tell.

“I am taking advantage of what’s been provided. You’re the one being disrespectful.” Thor says with no humor in his voice. He had slowed his movement, standing behind you pressed fully into you. With the captains invasion, your senses are slowly coming back, the feeling returning to your lower body. A burning sensation is slowly building, the tiny rips in your skin drawing attention from your pain receptors.

“Please…” You mutter again, but for a different reason, it was for mercy, mercy that maybe you’d be saved from this by Steve. But as your eyes watch his hand find the door handle, pushing it closed behind him, any ounce of hope you had in Steve was gone. He was slowly turning into that silent shark Thor was when he found you cleaning.

“Move.” Is the only command you hear from Steve before Thors slipping out of you. You could’ve crumbled to the floor the second he released you, but a new set on hands found your hips, raising you back up on your tiptoes. “Shhh, you’re doing such a good job.” Steve praises and you can’t comprehend what he’s doing till he’s pushing into your other hole, filling your ass up. He was much smaller than the inhuman god, but it didn’t take away from the soul wrenching feeling of him ass fucking you.

You were screaming, the pain Steve was inflicting completely different than what Thor had done. He didn’t take long to spill inside of you, if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position, you could’ve laughed at him for how short he lasted, you expected more from him. But he’s probably never done anything like this before, the taboo of it causing him to lose control, the explosion coming from how dirty it made him feel.

When he slid out of you with a grotesque wet sound you almost let out a sigh of relief. Your body meeting the sink as he lets your hips down. The almost sigh is caught in your throat when you hear him say the words “Now you can finish.” to Thor. He buckles up his jeans and leaves the bathroom, not coming to your rescue at all, he didn’t even give you a second glance. You can only hear Thor’s amused hum as he comes back behind you, not relenting on you. If only you cleaned faster, then maybe Rose or Serenity would’ve noticed how long you’ve been cleaning the men’s restroom, maybe they would’ve come to your aid.

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odinsonblog · 2 years ago

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#odinson thriving quill #odinson positivity #reiki & yoga with odinson #odinson tea and tarots table #purim #holi festival #spring festivals

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odinson-dottirteatarots · 2 years ago

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#odinson thriving quill #odinson tea&tarots table #reiki and yoga with odinson #odinson positivity #april's fool

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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Paradigm Shift 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you get transferred to a new position but it's hardly a breath of fresh air. (plus!reader)

Characters: Loki, Bucky Barnes, this reader is known as Billie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

“So, I’m sending you over to logistics,” Mr. Odinson nearly knocks over your pen cup as he sits on the corner of your desk. He gargantuan figure makes you fear for the integrity of the furniture beneath him. “I trust you can keep things tidy there.”

You want to ask why you but don’t dare. Thor can be pleasant enough. Personable, friendly even, but you’ve also heard how his voice turns to thunder when he’s angry. You’re not shy of the stories either. Wandering eyes and hands. You don’t think they’d ever find you but you’d rather steer clear of the risk.

“Logistics?” You wonder.

“Mm, yes, my brother and his new partner,” he waves his hand dismissively, “they’re in need of a desk jockey to mind their dates. When I tell you how many meetings I’ve shown up to and met only an empty table.”

“Uh, yes, sir, that sounds... bad,” you eke out.

“Mm, yes,” his eyes flick up and down, “as it were, Fandral said you did rather well on his little task force so you will go down and sort them out. I would warn you but it better you find out for yourself. Perhaps those two will not be so difficult for one such as yourself, eh?”

He taps the tip of your nose and you blink in surprise. You’ve witnessed it before. A bit too touchy for HR’s liking but they don’t do anything about it. After all, if you make money, then who cares how you behave?

“When do I... start?” You ask.

“Now,” he shrugs, “suppose sooner is better.”

“Now?” You can’t help the shock in your voice and he narrows his eyes, “yes, sir. Um...”

“There are boxes in the copier room, pack up your things, they should be expecting you... I think,” he stands and scratches his beards, “who’s to say if they read the email.”

You’re hardly feeling good about this. He hasn’t said one thing that’s made you confident in your reassignment. You prefer the familiar and after two years, this is finally comfortable. Of course you’re the sacrifice they’ve chosen. Now you have start all over again.

You get up as Odinson leaves and you head off to the copy room. You find an empty paper back and return to your desk. You put your pen cup inside, your ergonomic keyboard and mouse, the next person can put in a request, and you empty your single drawer into the bottom. You put your bag and coat on top and bid a wordless goodbye to your cubicle. No one else even seems to notice as you pack up your laptop.

Logistics. You’re not even sure where that would be. You stick to your little corner of the company and keep your head down.

You look it up in the office directory. A whole floor down. You get on the elevator and bob impatiently as you descend. You step off and march toward your fate. You slow as you pass between the desks of clacking keys and the smell of stale coffee. No one looks very happy. Even if they gossip terribly upstairs, at least they’re lively.

No one looks up as you stroll by. Right. Where exactly do you go. You’re not seeing a free desk. You near a door with a placard on it. Laufeyson, Odinson’s brother. You glance over to the next door. Barnes, a newly acquired consultant. Alright.

You knock on the first door and wait. And wait. And wait. You tap a little harder and hear shuffling from within. You step back as the door opens with a harsh swing inward.

“What do you--” The tall main with his oily black locks stops himself mid-sentence and tilts his head, “and who are you?”

Your eyes round. Does he not know? Your brows arch and nearly meet in the middle. You frown.

“Your brother--”

“Secretary,” another voice grits like gravel from behind you. “Remember?”

You turn as the blue-eyed man blows across a mug and tastes his coffee. His hair hangs around his square jaw, a thicker set than the other man. You glance between him and Mr. Laufeyson, “secretary? Well, not exactly, your brother sent me for clerical--”

“Secretary,” Laufeyson insists, “very well. Suppose it will ease the burden of tracking those mindless check-ins,” he makes a sarcastic quotation with his fingers, “as you will. Send a ticket to IT, have them add you to my calendar.”

The door closes as swiftly as it opened and you stagger back. You look over at the other man as he approaches the next office and rests his grip on the handle, “My partner, Loki Laufeyson; Bucky Barnes,” He motions to himself with his cup, “send that ticket in and add my name.”

“Yes, sir, but er, wait, I--”

He just as quickly dismisses you with the open and close of his door. You stand dumbly in the hall and look around. What a warm welcome. You look down toward the bullpen of desks and further down the hall. So, where are you supposed to work?

You pace up and down the short hallway. You find a closet full of old mice and keyboards, and the breakroom with its worn-out coffee maker and humming fridge. You can’t exactly work in either.

You sigh and return to the hall. You plunk yourself down between the doors of your new bosses and open your laptop to balance on the box. You sit on your jacket and keep your purse against your thigh as you sit on your feet. You open up the support portal and file the ticket; first task done. You have to wait for access until you can do anything else since neither of them seem to want to explain very much.

You shake your head. Why on earth did you think it couldn’t get worse? It surely feels like a demotion to be sat on the carpet with cardboard for a desk.

You wonder why you? You suppose you’re not interesting enough for Mr. Odinson to keep around. Still, he doesn’t need to punish you for not being his type.

Well, so long as you’re paid, you’ll just have to make it work.

#loki laufeyson #bucky barnes #dark loki #loki #dark!loki #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #paradigm shift #au #bad bosses #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #thor

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 2 years ago

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Stress Relief

Pairing(s): Thor Odinson x male reader

Rating: Explicit

Requested: Yes or no?

Warnings: top Thor Odinson, bottom male reader, praise kink, oral sex, cum eating, slight spanking, biting, and blowjob (Thor receiving.

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Thor wants to unwind after working and dealing with his brother. You decided to give Thor the best way to relax.

A/N: Hello, my 🍓little strawberries🍓! I’m finally on summer break, so now I can work on requests! Hopefully, all requests will be made before the year ends. Anyways, enjoy!

Tags: @spnfanboy777 @meyocoko @buckyshusband0 @blurredx18 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost

Read before continuing: If you’re younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems.

You were lying in bed, scrolling through social media to entertain yourself. Some people were doing the most idiotic things; others told stories from Reddit; and random memes that were becoming popular.

Nothing was happening. Usually, something would be happening at the Avengers Tower, but everybody is out doing something. Tony was testing new weapons in the desert, Steve and Sam were in Washington D.C, and the others you don’t know.

Everything was quiet until your door opened. You jumped at the sudden intrusion until you looked to see it was Thor.

He had an annoyed look on his face. You thought there was a vein popping out on his forehead. His jaw was clenching, face red with annoyance. He just looked at you before his features softened, but the look before was still there.

He then sits right next to you.

You would ask what happened until you remembered why he was gone. Thor had gone back to Asgard to deal with some things. “Was it Loki or Odin?”

“Yeah,” Thor replied as he lays down.

“Do you want me to help you relax?” You said, moving your body closer to Thor’s. He immediately knew what you were hinting at. He smirks at your offer.

“I would love that, darling,” Thor whispers into your ear as his rough hands roam underneath your shirt. He is pinching your nipples. You groan at the sensation of Thor’s touch. It was rough but soft and sweet.

Thor pulls his hands away. He pushed all the sheets to the side. His hands then move towards his pants, rubbing the noticeable bulge, blue eyes staring into yours.

You moved from your position on the side of the bed to the floor between his legs. Thor removed his pants, revealing his enormous bulge trapped underneath his undergarments. You could see the thing throbbing with a little wet spot at the tip.

Your mouth salivates at the sight. Thor smirks as he strokes his cock through the fabric. Without a second thought, you pulled down the last piece of clothing: The most delicious part of Thor.

No matter how often you saw Thor’s cock, it always amazed you. He had the cock of a God. 7.5 inches (19 cm) with veins tracing to the red tip. A somewhat darker shade compared to the rest of his body. His cock was also girthy, measuring 6.5 inches wide (16 cm). You could see the tiny slit already leaking a transparent liquid, precum.

“Like what you see?” Thor said gruffly, as he grabbed his thick cock and slapped it against your left cheek. Smearing his pre-cum all over your cheek. You sigh as Thor guides his cock to your mouth.

The salty taste of Thor’s precum made contact with your tongue as he slowly pushed deep into your mouth. You could feel your nose touching Thor’s trimmed bush. An incredible musky scent feels your nostrils as Thor doesn’t move your head.

After a few moments, you pulled your head and began slurping his thick cock. Your tongue swirling around the fat red tip, drinking his sweet but salty pre-cum. Thor’s chest heaves as he feels your warm wet mouth slurping his enormous cock.

Thor’s cock felt warm and heavy inside your mouth. You pulled back again to lick the sides of his cock before tracing your tongue along the protruding vein. Thor begins to move his hips as he grips the bed sheets. His balls are slapping against the bottom of your chin.

His grip on your head tightens as he thrusts into your mouth. “Fucking– so good…” Thor moans as he thrusts a little faster. He could feel your tongue flicking over the silt drinking his sticky precum from the source.

Thor looks down to see a beautiful sight. You are on your knees sucking his cock, drool, and precum sipping from the edges of your mouth. His cock glistened in the light from your saliva as you moved up and down his cock.

“F-Fuck, baby… Y-you’re– s-sucking m-me so… g-good!” Thor begins to remove his shirt. His chiseled body glistened in sweat as his other hand moved to his pectorals. He groans as he plays with his rock-hard nipples. Twisting and turning while squeezing his pecs.

“Y-You’re amazing! F-fuck” Thor thrusts faster as he lets out a loud groan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, teeth-gritting. You feel his thick creamy cum gush out from his tip, making contact with your tongue. A salty taste was prevalent as it ran down your throat.

You could feel your cock throbbing in your pants. Some pre-cum seeping through the cloth of your briefs. You happily let the cum run down your throat.

Thor’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm his breathing. Sweat runs down his forehead as he continues to admire you from above.

You pull back from between his legs as you gather the remaining cum around your mouth. Eyes half-closed and lazy as you swirl your tongue around the cum coated finger.

“Fuck, baby… You must want me to fuck that tight ass of yours? Yeah?” *Thor growls as he pulls from the ground and throws you onto the bed. Face first and ass facing him.

You could feel Thor beginning to remove your pants and your briefs. The cold air makes your throbbing cock shiver from the coldness.

Thor was mesmerized. His large rough hands move across the fat of your ass. Giving your ass slaps as he smirks from the way the flesh jiggles.

His hands spread your cheeks apart to reveal your tight hole. Puckering from the air as it clenches around nothing.

He was chuckling to himself as he pushed you further into the mattress as his hands continued to smack your ass, enjoying the way it jiggled from the hard impact. Your ass turning red with noticeable handprints.

“You’ve been working out? This ass got fatter. I like that,” Thor says as he squishes and kneads it like dough. Even though he had an orgasm a few minutes ago, his cock was throbbing again.

The bed’s springs squeak as Thor’s heavy body moves temporarily to search through a nearby dresser. After a few seconds, he returns with a bottle of lube.

You could hear the bottle cap opening and the lubricant squeezing out onto his hand. Thor smears the lubricant all over his hand before moving them down toward your hole.

Your eyes widened for two reasons. One was feeling Thor slowly penetrate your tight hole with the lubed finger. His thick fingers slowly pushed deeper until you felt one hit your prostate.

The other one is Thor wrapping his large hand around your throbbing cock. You could feel him slowly stroking. One finger swirls the tip to gather copious amounts of precum. He smears it everywhere, and your cock glistens.

Your teeth clench the bed sheets as you bite down from how Thor is fingering your ass and stroking your leaking cock

“Does that feel good, baby?” Thor says as he thrusts his fingers faster and strokes your cock. He leans down to your neck, biting and licking your ear.

You start to breathe harder. Your cock was throbbing and leaking more. The tip turns a little red. Your balls tighten as it signals your orgasm.

Thor strokes you faster. You moan into the sheets as your cock, overstimulated from Thor’s constant stroking and fingering, finally spurts out its white sticky cum. The substance coats Thor’s hand and he makes sure to milk every drop.

Your eyes rolled back as you covered Thor’s hand in cum.

“Delicious,” Thor says as he licks his hand clean of your cum. He pulls his fingers out after determining you were stretched enough.

You then feel Thor slap his hard cock against your cheek. Thor smiles as he hears your moans. He grinds his fat cock between your ass cheeks. The tip nearly penetrated the rim.

“It’s been forever since I pound this tight ass,” Thor growls as he pushes the tip past the rim. His cock was surrounded by the lubed insides, slowly pushing deeper until his cock rested against your prostate.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt Thor’s thick cock penetrate your ass. His groans could be heard as you clenched around him, sucking his cock deeper.

“F-fuck… r-right- oh… there!” You moan as you push your head deeper into the sheets as Thor settles down for a moment. Letting you breathe and calm down.

After a minute or two, you give Thor confirmation to continue. He slowly pulls out and pushes back. You grip the sheets tighter as Thor thrusts into your ass. His cock slams into your prostate.

Your limped cock starts to become erect as Thor continues to ram his cock.

Thor’s hands grip your hips as he thrust wildly into your ass. His mind turns mushy from how tight you are. Loud squelching noise rings through the room.

He pulls your ass cheeks apart and watches how his cock disappears and reappears from your hole. “Such a slutty ass. This slutty ass belongs to me!” Thor growls as he starts stroking your cock again. Syncing the thrusts and stroking.

“Y-yours! B-belongs to you~” you scream in pleasure as Thor rams his cock into your prostate and his hand stroking your cock.

You could feel your second orgasm nearing from the constant stimulation. His cock rearranging your guys.

After a few more rough thrusts and strokes, your thighs tense and your hole clenched around his cock. Back arches up and screams of ecstasy as your orgasm ripples through your body. Spilling thick cum onto the bed sheets underneath you. Thick and hot seeping from the tip.

Thor groans as he gave a few more thrusts until he grips your hips tighter. The knot in his guts breaks open; he fills your ass, one spurt after another. Filling you to the brim.

Your mouth fell open as your body collapsed onto the bed. Your body glistens from sweat and exhaustion.

Thor pulls his limped cock out of your ass. He grabs and spreads your cheeks, admiring the art he created. Cum gushing out. He then collapses next to you.

He pulls you closer to his body. You could feel your body sticking against his sweaty muscular one. He buries his head into your nap.

“I love you, m/n.”

THE END.

A/n: it's been forever since I wrote smut. I'm sorry if this took so long to post. Anyways, bye, my 🍓little strawberries🍓!

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bi-dykes · 11 months ago

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Loki Alien Bisexual Icons 👽💙🤍

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eloquentlytired · 5 months ago

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I really loved your Thor fanfic!!! Could we get more Thor fics? (maybe some smut, if you’re okay with that!!)

18+ mdni

— control

pairing: thor odinson x fem reader

word count: 2k

tags: dom/sub relationship — choking — anal sex — fingering — power play — slight build up before the smut — unprotected sex

summary: the weight of thor’s own home and the home he has on earth pull him down. right when he feels he's lost all control, you help him regain it.

author’s note: I was so immersed while writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. this takes place in the avenger’s hqs and also the reader is a part of them but I will not focus on her precise job ( avenger/hero or a person who simply works in the building ) so I'll leave that up to u :) 💕

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there was so much more to thor than what people would usually see. it had absolutely bothered you that you were able to read into people’s personalities so easily except his own. most of the time he was all smiles and loud laughs, chatting with the other avengers, but you'd catch him in much more private and strange situations. just when you thought he was something similar to a jester who'd assist with missing humour, you'd spot him alone. he looked distant during those moments — his eyes long emptied of that spark and his mouth as straight as a line. no smiles, no humour, no comprehension of his surroundings. thor would just stare at the sky, zone out and then completely disappear. his body was there but his mind was evidently elsewhere.

“I want to take control back. but I don't know how.” he had told you one day when you were watching him; you thought your presence had gone unnoticed but no. not to thor. “you already command the sky. what more do you need?” you'd asked him dumbly and thor just laughed. he gave you no further answer and you left quietly.

the next time you spotted him sitting in one of the couches, the same zoned-out expression occupying his face. you were about to leave like you always did but for the first time he turned his head to look at you, his eyes grazing your own. “sit.” something in his gaze warned you — you had no choice, you could only obey. you sat by his side and crossed your legs on the couch as you looked at him. thor returned to his original position; face staring forward, eyes only looking at the sky. you sat silently for what was about an hour. then thor tilted his head to look at the clock on the wall; it was 10:55pm. “count five minutes outloud and then you can leave.” his demeanor confused you but that gaze of his warned you again to not disobey. “one...two..” you began counting and when you were done, thor hummed. he looked satisfied, more satisfied than when he succeeded in missions. “can I leave now?” your voice was quiet as you asked him and thor looked at you — the faint fear in your eyes was evident to him. he did not feel sorry but was rather pleased with it. “you can.” and so you left.

that's how the following days rolled for you. thor would be ‘normal’ during the day when discussing with the other avengers, but when nightfall came he would sink into the sea of his disturbing thoughts and worries. until you came. until you helped him regain control. “I thought we could try something different today.” his voice was raspy and when he looked at you, there was that warning in his gaze again. you nodded, swallowing anxiously, before thor nodded for you to look at him properly. you turned your entire body to face the front of his and your eyes remained locked. you were extremely intimidated by how he was in the late hours but you're also starting to get used to this. “gonna need you to pick a safe word, firefly.” it was thor’s pet name for you because you are the light within the darkness of his mind, or something along those lines, he had said. “thunder.” was your instinctive response and thor chuckled in approval. “thunder. a fine choice.” he murmured before that gaze of his darkened and the intent behind it was far from pure. “I’ll begin now.” he warned you and you trusted him blindly, nodding your head. you didn't expect what followed.

thor stretched his arm towards you and those long fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing it gently at first. his eyes examined you to see if there was any distaste or disapproval within yours — but you didn't give it. his hold around your throat tightened and you were gradually losing oxygen as your eyes felt heavy. thor observed your expression; your half lidded eyes, your agape mouth and those shaky fingers of yours that came to grip his hand. you weren't pushing him away but you were simply holding him. “you think you can fight me? you think you can take control back?” he asked and there was something twisted within his eyes, something that made your stomach churn with both excitement and fear.

your reply was instant as you shook your head with difficulty, feeling yourself grow lightheaded because of the lack of oxygen. thor’s cock strained in his pants as you admitted what he needed most — that you were weaker than him. that there was no way for you to rip his control out of his hands.

when he finally released your throat, you gasped and whimpered for air while thor wiped away the tears staining your cheeks. you hadn't even realized that the lack of oxygen had made you tear up. “thank me for this.” thor whispered against your temple and you obeyed him whilst shuddering. “thank you.” you said despite the ache around your throat and the burning within your eyes. whatever you were feeling between your thighs you tried to suppress it by squeezing them shut together. as always, thor made you count five minutes before allowing you to leave.

when things escalated, you didn't stop it. “one more.” thor ordered while looking into your eyes. you leaned your body forward obediently and pressed another kiss on his lips, short but sweet. “stay. again.” he growled under his breath and you remained in your current position, pecking his lips once more. it was even more embarrassing that you had to do this while staring into his eyes but you couldn't disobey — the control wasn't yours to take. you raised your hand. thor hummed, allowing you to speak. “I want to take a shower.” you said and it made sense considering you had just returned from a mission. but you still showed up, not wanting to miss whatever this was. “go ahead.” thor approved but was surprised to see you stay there, still not moving.

“didn’t you hear me?” his tone was a little more cruel, his eyes slightly narrowing. you swallowed, anxiety bubbling in your throat, as you spoke without permission. “i don’t want to go alone—”, “your fucking hand.” your hand immediately shot up, rising again for permission. thor’s gaze softened but his cruel tone remained. “I forgive you. because I'm kind.” he said and you knew exactly how to reply. “thank you,sir.” you immediately responded and thor hummed, clearly pleased with you. after you showered and changed into your nightdress, you returned to where thor was sitting and took a seat by his side. “on the ground. by my feet.” he whispered and you weren't surprised to hear him angrier than before. he would always be like this after you left him too long with his dark thoughts. thor slipped his leg between your thighs and forced them open. “you know what to do.” his eyes were on you, watching your every move, as you wrapped your arms around his leg and carefully situated your clothed cunt over his shoe. a faint whimper escaped your lips as thor moved his foot upwards, the tip of his shoe brushing against your sensitive pussy. your arms tightened around his leg, hugging it, while one of thor’s large palms guided your head to rest on his knee. you stayed there, desperately grinding yourself all over his shoe, embarrassingly humping his leg, and tearing up everytime he'd deny your orgasm.

“not yet.” he’d say in a voice that made you cower but that large palm petting your hair instantly made everything better. you were about to reach your high again and thor knew by watching the way your chest rose up and down. he pulled you off his leg, gripping you by your throat and you expected him to dismiss you, like he always did after denying you your last orgasm, but thor didn't. “come here.” he said through gritted teeth as his large hand cradled your jaw, squishing your cheeks in an unflattering manner.

your body jolted in surprise once he sat you directly on top of his tented trousers, your aching cunt meeting his throbbing girth. the pleasure washed over you in a single moment, a white hotness taking over your body and when your poor clit felt that strained cock twitch against it beneath his trousers, you couldn't take it.

thor watched you come undone, shaking as you orgasmed on his clothed cock and the sight was too much for him too handle. “did you just come?” he rasped and you stared at him with wide,fearful eyes. good. you should be scared. he spun you around and helped you lie your back on top of his chest before spreading your legs wide, each of your bare soles stepping on his knees. you tried to make it better with apologies and those sweet tears but even you knew it was inevitable. you had dared disobey, you had dared take away his control. all you could do for now was watch as your panties hit the ground and your nightdress was pushed over your navel.

two lubed fingers moved inside your hole, stretching your ass for thor’s cruel plans which you were probably aware of. you shook your head as he thrusted his digits inside you, spreading them apart and curling them. when the third one slipped past the tight ring of muscles, you let your head roll to the side as you drooled on his chest. thor didn't care about that. “I warned you. you're so good every time and now—” you moved your head to stare between your legs in terror as the enormous head of his cock poked your anal hole, barely grazing it. thor’s hands spread your buttocks apart as he struggled to ease his tip past your tight entrance, groaning as soon as he managed it. “—now you’ll make me be the bad guy, firefly.”

you didn't understand what he was saying, mainly focused on the sensation of his twitching tip stretching you out. but your entire expression transformed as thor kept pushing and pushing deeper. your back arched off his chest and the grip on your buttocks tightened. “hu..urts..” the previous stretch hadn't helped nor had the added lube; it was painful, it burned but that wasn't all. when your weeping eyes opened and met thor’s eyes, your lips twitched. he knew what you needed. his mouth met yours as his hips stilled and one of his hands moved to latch onto your clit.

you sighed between the passionate kisses while thor caressed and toyed with your pussy until you were needy for him again — your walls were squeezing him so tight. it was long, too long, before he started to actually fuck you. you felt some pressure as thor’s cock filled you up, stretching your ass out. his hand danced upon your cunt, flicking your clit and teasing it between warm fingers. “tell me where you want my load, firefly.” he whispered against your lips and you moaned as that thick cock slammed inside your anal hole again, his heavy balls slamming against you hard as he thrusted up. “wher— wherever you want.” your reply was so satisfactory that after that, you were just a ball of pleasure on his lap.

thor sped up his thrusts while rolling his fingers atop your clit, watching as your wetness dripped down to where he was filling you. a few more thrusts later and he was pulling out, using his own hand to stroke himself and spill whatever he could on your pussy. his other hand didn't stop rubbing your cunt until you came for him, coating his fingers with your wetness.

it took a while to bring you back to your senses, or maybe you just enjoyed thor’s lips on your forehead so much that moving wasn't an option. he eventually helped you up and carried you to your room — your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist. the long walk towards your room helped him think. maybe he couldn't control what was going on in his own hometown, maybe he couldn't control what was going on in earth either. but there was always a place he could return to where he had absolute control — and that was straight to you.

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