#thor x y/n

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Waited Too Long

Pairings: Bucky x Plus-sized!Reader, Thor x Plus-sized!Reader.

Summary: You were Steve's younger sister who had a crush on his best friend, Bucky Barnes. One night, overhearing how Bucky talked about you changes your feelings toward him. 

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love/one-sided, mention of insecurity regarding weight, self-image issues, jerk bucky.

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Please do not hesitate to reach out if I did not properly tag a warning! Proofread by the lovely @vbecker10 Divider by @firefly-graphics

You and Steve had always been close. It was clear that Steve took his role as your big brother seriously. This protective streak became especially pronounced when it came to matters of dating and boys. You, with your radiant smile and warm personality, had always been a magnet for attention. But for Steve, it wasn’t just about who you dated; it was about ensuring you were treated with the respect and care you deserved. His protective nature was rooted in both love and a sense of responsibility. 

From a young age, Steve noticed that you were different from your peers. While you were outgoing and kind-hearted, you faced challenges that Steve often wished he could shield you from. He saw how the societal standards of beauty affected you, and he knew that you struggled with self-image. 

One afternoon, while the two of you were sitting in the living room, you confided in Steve about a boy you liked but were unsure if he would like you due to your size. Steve listened intently, his heart aching for you

“You know, Y/N,” Steve said gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “you’re amazing just the way you are. Anyone who doesn’t see that isn’t worth your time." You smiled weakly, but Steve could tell that the insecurities were still very much present. 

You, though, harbored a secret of your own. The boy you told Steve about was no other than Steve's best friend, Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky was everything you had ever wanted—kind, funny, and impossibly handsome. You were genuinely not sure if Bucky ever noticed you in the way you wished he would. The turning point of your thoughts came one night when you were unable to sleep. You decided to go to the kitchen to get something to drink. 

As you crept down the hall you overheard a conversation between Steve and Bucky. You clung to the wall, trying to make out the words. Steve leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing with a knowing look as he stared at Bucky across the table. "You know, Buck," Steve began with a teasing grin, "I've seen the way you look at Y/N. It's pretty obvious you’ve got feelings for her." Bucky caught off guard, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks reddening slightly. "Come on, Steve, it’s not like that," he protested, trying to sound nonchalant. "She's just... she's a good person, but there's no way I could date her. She's just not my type". 

Steve raised an eyebrow at that "What do you mean not your type?" he questioned hoping Bucky wouldn't say what he was thinking. Bucky swallowed before speaking "Well you know... Her size… I don't think it would work out." 

Your heart sank once you heard those words leaving his mouth. You felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You had always been self-conscious about your weight, but hearing Bucky dismiss you so coldly stung more than you could have imagined. You turned around to leave unable to hear any more ill things he would say. 

Steve’s voice was low, but there was a note of anger in it. "Bucky, that's not cool.  I don't want to hear any comments about her weight, or anything like that coming from you." Bucky's response was dismissive. "I know, man, but it’s just how I feel. It’s not going to change anything between us." Bucky met Steve’s earnest eyes, a flicker of understanding passing over his face. 

The next day you withdrew into yourself. You avoided Bucky and although you tried to maintain your usual cheerfulness, it was clear something was wrong. Steve noticed the change but respected your space. Over time as high school progressed, Steve began to notice subtle changes in your dynamic with Bucky's presence around you. 

At school, Steve saw you avoiding the places where Bucky used to be, not out of hostility, but more out of a desire to keep your distance. Bucky, on the other hand, appeared to be entangled in his own world, he was drifting away from the tight-knit circle they had once been. Steve couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but the change was noticeable. T

here was a growing depth that seemed to widen with each passing week—a silent testament to an unspoken tension that neither side fully addressed. Steve couldn't help but wonder about the reasons behind this gradual estrangement, feeling a mix of concern and confusion as the familiar rhythm of their friendships began to falter. 

Before they knew it, Steve's high school graduation was already approaching. Your parents had decided to through a party. The house buzzed with the lively chatter of guests celebrating Steve's graduation, but your excitement turned to discomfort when you overheard a conversation in a quieter corner of the room. You found Steve’s girlfriend, Sharon and Dolores, huddled together their voices low but unmistakably critical.

They were discussing your weight with a snide undertone, their words sharp and dismissive. Your heart sank and just as you were about to retreat, Bucky walked in, oblivious to your presence. With a casual smirk, he made a misguided attempt at humor, saying, "Well, Y/N always had a bit of a sweet tooth, hasn’t she?" 

The comment, meant to be light-hearted, only compounded the sting of the conversation you had just overheard. The room seemed to close in around you, the joy of the evening overshadowed by the weight of the unkind remarks and Bucky’s insensitive jest.

Once Steve graduated the two of you drifted into separate lives. You went on to finish your senior year and stayed closer to home after your graduation. While Steve ended up moving to a city a few hours away for college; You kept in touch but saw each other rarely.

One summer, Steve invited you to his apartment for a weekend. It had been a while since you had spent time together, and you were excited to catch up. When you arrived, you were surprised to see Bucky there, too. He seemed different—more mature, with a depth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. You hesitated at the doorway, unsure whether to approach or retreat, feeling the weight of unresolved feelings hang like a silent barrier.

You and Bucky found yourselves alone in a quieter corner of the room, a rare chance to catch up amidst the graduation festivities. 

“So, what have you been up to, James? " you asked, trying to keep the conversation light despite the lingering awkwardness. Bucky cleared his throat, shaking off the unease. “Not much, just working and trying to stay busy. It’s been a hectic year. How about you?”

You smiled, eyes lighting up. “I’ve been focused on my studies and trying to balance everything. It’s been challenging but rewarding. I’m thinking about grad school now.” Bucky nodded, genuinely impressed. “Wow, that’s great. You’ve grown up since I last saw you. I mean, you’re—” His gaze drifted momentarily, involuntarily wandering over your now curvier figure and the way your dress accentuated your form. 

His eyes linger down to the slight cleavage.  It took him a second to realize he was staring before he caught himself and quickly looked away, feeling a flush creep up his neck. The two of you spent a little bit more time together, talking. Bucky was attentive and considerate, for the first time, you felt like your old self.

As the summer wore on, you visited Steve more frequently and Bucky��s feelings deepened. He found himself falling for you in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He couldn't deny you were beautiful, not just in appearance but in spirit. The realization hit him hard—he had been wrong all those years ago.

Determined to make things right, Bucky planned to confess his feelings to you before summer ended. Steve had invited Bucky to come back to their hometown to celebrate your birthday. Bucky spent a week getting a perfect gift to rekindle your friendship, it was also the perfect time to confess his feelings. 

Steve and Bucky arrived at your birthday party, the atmosphere was lively and festive, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Bucky’s gaze was drawn immediately to you, who stood near the center of the room, effortlessly captivating in a light lavender dress that complemented every curve. The soft fabric flowed gracefully around you and the gentle hue highlighted your radiant complexion. 

Bucky was momentarily speechless, his usual confidence faltering as he took in the sight of you. You looked stunning, your beauty was more striking than he had remembered. Steve noticed Bucky’s reaction and gave him a knowing smile but Bucky was too mesmerized to register much beyond the striking image of you in the dress.

As time passed and you made your rounds around the party, you spotted Bucky alone in the corner. You decided to approach him. "Hey, thanks for coming" You smiled at him and he would  swear it was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen. " Of course, I wasn't going to miss your birthday and I had to bring you this." Bucky’s eyes drifted nervously to the elegant package he held. “I hope you like it,” He offered a warm smile. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted to get you something special.”

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, and your face brightened with anticipation. “Oh, that must be someone else arriving,” you said, excusing yourself from the conversation. Bucky watched as you hurried to the door.

When you opened it, your face lit up with pure joy as you greeted your boyfriend, Thor. You threw your arms around him and he lifted you off your feet in a warm embrace, planting a kiss on your soft lips. The sight was both unexpected and stunning. Bucky and Steve stood frozen, their mouths slightly agape, completely taken aback by the reveal of your relationship with Thor. The room seemed to pause for a moment, the air thick with surprise as Bucky tried to process the scene before him.

After your warm reunion with Thor, you turned and walked back toward Bucky and Steve, your hand intertwined with Thor's. You introduced him with a radiant smile. "Guys, this is Thor. Thor, meet my brother Steve and his best friend Bucky."

Steve, though clearly surprised by the revelation, extended his hand with a friendly grin. "Nice to meet you, Thor. Welcome to the party." Thor shook Steve's hand firmly, his own smile wide and welcoming. "Thank you, Steve. It's great to finally meet you."

Bucky, on the other hand, stood a little further back, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion. He managed a stiff nod, still processing the shock of seeing you with someone as imposing as Thor. “Hey,” he said, his voice lacking its usual warmth. He extended a hand but his grip was less firm as if he was still trying to reconcile the image of Thor with the reality of their situation. 

Thor, noticing Bucky’s discomfort, tried to bridge the gap with his charismatic charm. “I’ve heard a lot about you two. Y/N has spoken very highly of both of you.” Despite the effort, Bucky remained visibly unsettled, his gaze shifting between you and Thor, trying to come to terms with this unexpected twist in the evening’s events.

You stayed with Thor for a little bit longer before leaving his side to make your rounds again. It was during this time that you were alone in the kitchen getting things ready for the birthday cake that Bucky found you. 

Bucky looked at you, struggling to find the right words. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” he began. You cut him off with a sad smile. “I know, Bucky.  I don't feel the same feelings for you anymore. I also overheard that conversation years ago.”

Bucky’s face fell. “You heard that?” You nodded. “I did. And it hurt, more than you can know.”

Bucky swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I was an idiot. I’ve realized how wrong I was, and I want to make things right.”

You shook your head. “It’s too late for that now, Bucky. I’m with Thor and I’m happy. But thank you for saying something.”

The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken regrets and what-ifs. Bucky wished he could turn back time but he knew he had to accept the consequences of his past mistakes. 

You gave him a reassuring smile. “Take care, Bucky. It was good to see you again. Bucky nodded, his own smile tinged with a mix of regret and gratitude. “You too, Y/N, And happy birthday.” With one last look, he turned and walked out, leaving behind the echoes of their shared past and the complexities of the present.

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Sun Beneath (Thor)

Summary: you've been missing thor a lot lately

Warnings; fluff

WC: 750ish

Read on AO3!

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The Avengers' compound was always a buzz of activity, but you preferred the quiet moments, those rare instances where the chaos of saving the world simmered down and you could simply breathe. Thor had been off-world for a while, handling some important Asgardian matters, and you hadn’t seen him in days.

You missed him more than you cared to admit. He had this energy, this presence that filled every room he entered. You’d found yourself looking forward to those moments where he would flash his disarming smile, the way his booming laughter would echo down the halls, or the soft way he’d sometimes look at you, like you were his anchor in a world of storms.

But today was quiet. Too quiet.

You wandered down the halls until you found yourself outside his room, the door ajar. Curiosity got the better of you, and before you realized it, you had stepped inside. His room smelled faintly of the forest after rain, a natural, calming scent that reminded you of him. His bed was large and inviting, adorned with furs and soft blankets—things that made him feel more at home away from Asgard.

Without really thinking, you made your way to his bed and sat down, running your hand over the furs. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining what it would be like to have Thor back, to hear his voice and feel his presence again. The bed felt comforting, and before you knew it, you were sprawled out across it, your body sinking into its warmth.

You didn’t hear the door open.

“Do I wanna know what you’re doing on my bed?”

The deep, amused voice startled you, and your eyes flew open. Thor stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smirk tugging at his lips. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, his golden hair slightly tousled, and his piercing blue eyes locked onto you.

Your face flushed immediately, and you scrambled to sit up, looking for a good excuse. “I-I was just… checking… if it’s comfortable?”

Thor’s smirk widened into a full grin as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Aye, it is rather comfortable, isn’t it?” He moved closer, his boots thudding softly against the floor. “Though, I wasn’t aware my bed was up for inspection.”

“I didn’t mean to—” you started, but the look in his eyes made your words falter. He sat down beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight, and you couldn’t help but notice how close he was. The warmth radiating off him was magnetic, pulling you in even though you knew you should probably move away.

“I’m not angry, love,” Thor said softly, his voice dropping an octave as he gazed at you. “If anyone should be enjoying the comforts of my bed, it should be you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the way he said “you,” as though the idea had been on his mind long before you’d wandered into his room. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch feather-light.

You tried to play it cool, but the intensity of his gaze was impossible to ignore. “Are you saying I have permission to sleep in your bed from now on?” you teased, trying to hide how flustered you were.

Thor’s smile softened, and he leaned in just a bit closer, his lips hovering near your ear. “Only if you promise to let me join you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the playful banter suddenly giving way to something much deeper. You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze, and the air between you seemed to hum with electricity.

“Well,” you whispered, your lips dangerously close to his, “I think I can agree to that.”

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, gentle at first, as though testing the waters. But when you kissed him back, it was as though a dam had broken, and all the longing you both had kept hidden spilled over. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between you.

The kiss was a storm—fierce, electrifying, and consuming. When you finally pulled away, breathless, you could see the hunger in his eyes.

“I missed you, Thor,” you admitted softly, your hand resting against his chest.

“And I, you,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “I think I’ve missed you more than I ever realized.”

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[boxofbonesfic]

What’s Farmer!Alpha!Thor and his omega up to? 👀

She pregnant yet? Or are they still trying? 😈

Title: Patience

“Hold on, Honeybee—that’s it. Like I taught you—fuck.” Thor doesn’t seem to mind the flour staining his hands and now your bare hips, leaving dusty prints wherever he touches you. He rolls his hips, forcing the thick weight of his cock inside you even further. You can’t find it in yourself to complain, his scent filling your nostrils and the taste of honey on your tongue. He’s into the thick of his rut now, a hard, primal edge to every word that leaves his lips. 

You grip the edge of the counter with trembling hands as he sinks into you over and over again, warm pleasure dripping down your spine. It’s the fullness you can’t get used to, the feel of him stretching you as you struggle to take him, even before he knots—

Thor slams one hand on the table, dragging his fingers through the flour next to your head as you gasp and writhe. You’re so full it feels like you’re bursting, the pleasure warm as it spreads down every nerve ending, dripping down to trap your thoughts in sticky amber so they don’t quite reach the forefront of your mind. It’s wrong—but why, again? How can there be wrong here when it feels so right? When Alpha is here and hungry for you, his teeth scraping deliciously against the side of your throat as he bends over you. 

“That’s it, Honeybee,” he growls, dragging his tongue along the healed mark at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He chuckles, tracing shapes from the curve of your hip to the growing swell of your belly. When you peek over your shoulder at your mate, his blue eyes are fever bright, the pupils dilated black. “Know I can’t put another in here yet, but you’ll let me practice, won’t you, Bee?” 

[lavylu]

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 up at you 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 as you push your breakfast away.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 pinched 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

[fizziedoodle]

dating thor pt.2

[fluffyprettykitty]

"My King"

Pairing: Thor Odinson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 500 words

Warnings: spanking, size kink, bodily fluids, power play.

Summary: Assisting your king in his time of need.

Author’s Note: Written for the @writerscafehub writer's cafe Secret Santa exchange!

PS: dividers & banners by @/saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist

"Be quiet."

Thor scoffs as he gently moves his hand over your thigh, tenderly caressing it before bringing his large palm over your ass once more. With a loud thumb echoing through his royal chambers, he quickly brings his other hand to your mouth to obscure your sounds.

You turn a little to look up to him, tears in your eyes as the stinging pain settles in, your wetness soaking his velvet royal robes. You want to plead and to beg him to finally let you have him but he has long decided to play stubborn today.

He admires his work for a little while, moving his large finger over his markings on your body musing to himself. You try to adjust your body a little whimpering again but instead, he just chooses to shove his thumb inside your mouth forcing you to immediately suck on it wishing he will soon give up and have what is rightfully his.

He spanks once again and the loud hit forces you to accidentally bite which of course he finds amusing. Thor's laughter fills the room as he takes his hand from your mouth making you gasp for air immediately.

"Get up. Stand up." He commands much to your surprise. It takes you far too long to do that, your legs have long been turned to jelly and your loose cloth of a dress is way too soaked in your own juices which only makes for a messy sight of a woman.

"Tell me, is that what you call an appropriate look for visiting your king?" His voice is stoic and rigid like when he is in the royal courtroom but his amused smirk obscured by his thick blonde beard betrays how amusing he finds your sight.

"Thor…" You mumble as you try to sit up straight, but the marble floor beneath you makes your feet cold and your dress is half ripped from the way he grabbed you from the safety of your own bathroom and brought you here over his shoulder like his trophy.

"Forgetting how to address your own king?" You roll your eyes as he sits back on the bed, crossing his arms together and exposing his large muscles. He looked so inviting that only made you drool.

"My king…." You muse, pronouncing each letter slowly almost chanting his royalness taking one wombly step after the other. It was time to take matters into your own hands. You carefully grabbed onto his thighs and climbed on top of him.

"I am here to entertain you for the night."

"Is that so?" Thor frowns his eyebrows together, his smirk never disappearing. "How do you hope to achieve such a heavy task?"

"Oh, I'm open to anything." You smirk in response and wrap your hands around his neck.

It was bound to be a long night of entertainment for sure.

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[married-to-google-translater]

🔥🔥THOR HEADCANONS WITH READER BEING AN INSANE CAT LADY🔥🔥 idk i have a lot of energy 2day :33

Thor

Thor and you really had a lot of time to get to know each other.

You were both gods and quite powerful ones at that.

This was why Thor was interested in you.

You started a relationship together and were happy.

Thor loved you very much.

However, he didn't quite understand your love for cats.

Of course cats would be cute… Thor might be a cold guy but he had a heart too.

However, how you could take care of seven cats would be amazing.

Thor would help you take care of the cats if necessary.

That would look really cute.

You must have had many pictures of Thor around cats.

Thor would be a cat magnet.

His calm personality would really draw cats close.

Otherwise, Thor wouldn't care so much.

Of course he would protect your cats from Loki.

Loki would really like to mess up with you and Thor.

[boop-le-snoot]

kinktober #5

Brown Sugar

kinktober day five | exhibitionism | 18+, Thor is showing off his midgardian girlfriend at a ritualistic orgy. asgard, amirite? | word count 2.5k | click here for more kinktober |

“We must?” You gave your boyfriend a cheeky grin.

“Mhm,” he nodded decisively, although his stormy blue eyes were sparkling with mischief. “'tis would be a good omen.”

“God of Fertility and all that?” You snorted, bringing up one of Thor's lesser known titles.

Well, lesser known on your home planet of Midgard. Here in Asgard, everybody was well-acquainted with the numerous titles and duties appointed to their crown prince. And while the ruling had effectively been transferred to Brunhilde, the House of Odin was still very active in the life and courts of the realm.

Which you had to partake in, as well, being Thor's long-term girlfriend. Some customs were pretty normal (smile and wave, smile and wave...), some a little strange and some had you completely understand why Jane, Thor's ex-girlfriend, had ultimately decided to balk on him. Asgard certainly wasn't for the shy and self-conscious.

For you, that ship had sailed and sunk a long time ago. How could you be anything else than smug with a God hanging off your arm? Passing on an opportunity to show him off was like a dog turning down a bone. And - you bit into a delectable fruit with a name you could not even hope to pronounce correctly - what kind of person would you be if you deprived Asgard of the blessings Thor was obliged to bestow upon his realm?

They way you saw it, it was a win/win scenario for everybody. As you submerged yourself in a hot bath swirling with aromatic oils, your heart raced with excitement and trepidation. Deep in the pit of your belly, a coil was beginning to tighten, further filling your limbs with a pleasant, weightless sensation. Floating in the spacious pool, your eyes traced the hard lines of your boyfriend's body with lazy interest.

Pre-gaming an orgy with your godly boyfriend had been the right choice.

Droplets of clear water ran down Thor's pronounced pectorals to soundlessly drip into the pool. You followed each one where it sent ripples across the shimmering surface of water, distorting the generous vision of his twitching heavy cock. He shrugged moisture off his blonde hair. You smirked.

“I fear we may not make it if you continue looking at me like that.” He rumbled, coyly watching your reaction through wet eyelashes.

“I am getting in the mood!” Objected you, but nonetheless ceased your staring to take care of yourself. You fully intended to leave a lasting impression on the people of Asgard and looking fresh and smelling nice was just the first step. Even if Thor's continued, very naked presence proved to be very distracting...

No less distracting was the cacophony of pleasure and bliss that reached your ears as soon as you entered the designated area for the ceremony. Clad in the finest silks and gemstones Thor had gifted you for the occasion, you held your chin up high even as your eyes lingered on couples, throuples and moresomes scattered across a multitude of surfaces.

Warriors and nobles, gods and regular folk, all lost in the haze. White-clad women danced with flowers in their hair, chanting something sweet and melodic in tongues All-Speak could not translate. The same fragrant blossoms hung in long, colourful garlands from the ceiling as fading sunlight reflected a fine golden dust that saturated the air in the room.

You passed Fandral surrounded by no less than five men and women. Thor had snorted and you responded with a smirk, knowing well of his friend's penchant for amorous conquests. Volstagg was here with his wife and he looked to be having a great time observing a slender Valkyrie busy herself with his wife's bosom as he snacked on some berries and nuts.

Posted at Thor's arm, the other attendees limited themselves to quick, respectful once-overs when it came to you. A human, an exotic curiosity for many, but strictly off-limits. You were more than content to be just Thor's.

The God led you to an elevated platform on which lay a bed of the fragrant blossoms; sitting down gently at the edge, you could not resist touching the soft, shimmering petals. They were surprisingly warm and springy, returning quickly to their undisturbed state as your hand came back tinted with gold. The petals seemed welcoming, somehow, and as Thor rumbled something low and quick into the open room, you fell back easily onto the flowerbed, marveling at the sensation.

Better than anything you'd ever laid on, even Stark's multiple-thousand-dollar memory foam mattress.

The sound of Thor's outer robes falling to the floor attracted your attention. You lifted your eyes and focused on his bare chest: the god looked down on you with mischievous fondness, studying your face for any sign of discomfort. There was none to have. All of the people and their couplings fell into the background as you beheld him, beginning to scent a subtle change in the air.

A distant storm. Bittersweet smell of ozone and fresh rainfall. Crackling of electricity somewhere nearby, the kind that raised the fine hair on your arms and sent a pleasant tingle all over your scalp. Thor's thick thumb traced the bottom of your mouth, spreading the sensation over your lips.

He sat down at your side, taking the time to simply study the lines of your face: the curve of your Cupid's bow, the arch of your nose and warm apples of your cheeks. Every inch of skin sparkled alight under his touch. Parting your lips, you breathed wetly over his fingers, taking his godly nature wholly into yourself.

Holding the side of your face in his large palm, Thor pulled you upwards, easily dragging you to sit over his lap. His blue eyes stormy, a spark of electricity shot out when your mouths connected, adding sensation to the softness of your lips and the scratch of his beard. Your tongues mingled, familiarity and sweet spit pouring molten desire into your bloodstream.

For a while, you two got lost in the sensual dance of your tongues. Background noise tuned out, you felt and had Thor. His large palms stroked your bare back and legs, toed the lines of your revealing tunic without quite breaching them. Unconsciously, you had began to inch closer and closer to the growing bulge beneath his loincloth, your budding arousal just shy of exactly where you wanted it.

Thor pulled you in. Dipping under the waistband of tour garment, he thumbed the skin there, and finding no more barriers, firmly kneaded the plump cheeks of your ass. Each movement rubbed deliciously between your legs, the touch of soft silk causing more and more moisture to flood your cunt.

“Mmm, Thor,” you moaned, having had totally lost yourself in the moment and forgotten the large audience gathered below your designated space. Not that they cared, if judging only from the noises: the air had gotten thick as Thor's arousal grew and it seemed to echo in other attendees.

A low growl left the god's mouth as his hands held onto you firmer, tighter. His bare chest glistened with the same golden dust and sparks of it settled deeply within his yawning pupils. The restraint he showed was truly incredible for that you knew that look: any other time your clothing had already been ripped off in tatters and your legs hung over his shoulders.

Thor became deliciously feral when properly riled up.

With great effort, he unwrapped himself from within your arms and turned you towards the room, settling your legs open over his spread knees, your back to his chest. Your head immediately fell back to rest against his shoulder: the world came in and out of focus as you fought with the fog that always came after Thor's stormy kisses. It was not meant to be: a wet gasp tore out of your lips as your eyes lidded from the possessive nature of his palm gathering and squeezing your breast.

Rolling your nipples between his fingers, Thor grinned into your hair as tiny sparks manifested on his fingertips and hardened the tender buds. You jerked.

He held on strong. “Easy.”

You felt the rumble of that deep voice within your guts and whined, discontent with the pace of your activities. He'd barely started and your cunt was already aching to be filled.

“We must do this properly,” he explained, breathing hot ozone into your ear. “Your body must be receptive to my offering.”

What was that, exactly? Neither of you were on board with having children, at least now. But it did not mean you couldn't practice... Petulant, you pushed your ass back towards his hips and were rewarded with a particularly well-aimed tweak. You squealed. Several attendees raised their heads from various body parts and places and gave appreciative smirks.

Fine, you decided. Two can play that game.

Reaching behind yourself, your back arched as you buried your hands into Thor's hair, pushing your breasts out in the process. The loose silk garment fell apart to the sides, baring your chest and breasts along with Thor's palms kneading the meat of them. The God gave an appreciative rumble at the sensation of his hair being pulled, bending over to mouth at the shell of your ear.

“I can smell you,” he faux-whispered. “Your cunt is dripping.”

No shit, you wanted to say, but all that came out of you was a moan as he released your breasts from his sweet, ardurous clutches and went for your inner thighs instead. Sparks danced all across your flesh, caressing the soft skin there and brining a strong scent of a budding storm into your coupling.

Candlelight flickered into life as twilight fell upon the room. Thick, dark clouds gathered above the palace and behind glass panes constituting most of the roof. Fat, clear raindrops began to tap against the glass. Rich smell of plants in bloom and alimentative petrichor seeped through the cracks in-between doorways and windowsills.

Arousal sat low and heavy in your belly, curling, coiling like a snake. Every spark borne on Thor's fingertips stoked the fire. Glowing embers blossomed into a roaring fire as your blood rushed into your ears. It was incredible your body had any to spare in the first place with how wet and swollen your sex felt.

Thor had come to a personal conclusion as his hands finally traversed a path towards the front clasp of your garment. It fell apart easily, silken curtains gliding over your sensitive skin. You shuddered, fine hairs rising. They were soothed by Thor's hands brushing over your nakedness, undoing the frontal sash.

Noise had picked back up. What started as clear rainfall and rolling thunder outside the walls turned into a damp, fragrant cacophony of sex. Through lidded eyes, you spied a throuple of lovers engaged in a passionate dance of bodies. There was no discerning where one began and other ended, but one blonde head took note of your attentions and winked at you brazenly, causing you to flush.

“'tis a blessed time indeed,” Thor's rumbling chuckle came from the crown of your head. “Tell me, beloved, how do you feel?”

Forming coherent thoughts was difficult. “Hmm,” you arched further into Thor's hands, “electric.”

Your godly boyfriend laughed as he parted your legs to rest over his wide thighs. His hand made a sizeable bump under the flimsy curtain of fabric that covered your arousal, the entirety of it covered by Thor in a posessive gesture. His middle finger slid over the seam of your lips, finding it wet and sticky. Thor rumbled in satisfaction as thunder roared outside, mirroring the god's satisfaction.

Periodic flashes of lightning added an ephemeral spotlight effect onto the inhabitants of the room. It seemed like everyone was watching you. Waiting, with their unhurried movements and lovemaking at a leisurely pace. You found it hard to focus on anything else besides the throbbing in your cunt.

“Almost ripe for the picking.” Thor stated with authority, an unusual grit to his voice. And he felt larger than ever behind you, hot and slick with budding sweat, cock swollen to a steely hardness under your ass. He flicked your clit with resolute precision, coaxing your cunt into dripping more of that sweet nectar.

In the slippery mess of it, you did not notice him switching his fingers out to nudge at your entrance, the side of his thumb taking their place to stroke at your clit. Three of his large fingers slid in with next to no resistance. Your back arched with a loud moan, reticence momentarily forgotten. The walls of your cunt spasmed, trying to suck him further in. To go places only his long, fat cock could reach.

Thor was stretching you with long, fluid strokes as your cunt wept approval, sash bluntly pushed to the side, all of you on full display. Your eyes had long stuck themselves shut for that the assault of sensation had become unbearable: contrary to normal way of your activities, Thor's actions only deepened the pit in your belly. You feared it would grow bottomless, forever unable to be sated by anything you've ever experienced before.

The stares or attendees only served to darken that pit, widen the jagged edges of it. As you held on to Thor's shoulders, your legs fell further and farther open with each stroke. What little clothing had remained on your body felt strangling, suffocating on your skin. You needed to be bare as you were born, placed before your god-partner for there was nothing else you wished but him to ravish you and everyone to bear witness.

“It is time!” Thor declared, voice booming. It carried through the room effortlessly, preceding a rapid change in atmosphere and frantic rustling of clothing as people shed everything save for their birthday suits.

The God unhanded your pliant body, briefly, to thunder something in Asgardian, and laid it plainly upon the marble altar. Sounds of seams ripping joined the roaring storm outside. Heat like molten iron spread through your limbs, and when you opened your eyes to see Thor sat on his haunches, your partner's eyes glowed a brilliant white. Sparks shot from his mane and fingertips.

His large cock, erect and proud, released a drop of clear fluid. Unconsciously licking your lips you watched it trickle down the shaft, along the prominent pulsing vein. Your cunt flexed, too, seemingly having attained a mind of it's own. Thor grinned. A smile that would have been unsettling in any other situation, for it was all shiny white teeth, sharp as a wolf's.

“...!” He spoke, again in Asgardian, and you shuddered at the resonant nature of his grovelly voice. All the others cheered, sound a cacophony of moans, yelps and shrill exclamations.

Whether it was the thunder outside or the ever-present storm within him, you did not know, but with a loud rumble, Thor threw himself atop you, slamming into your swollen, open cunt in one long, smooth stroke. Powerful muscles in his back rippled under your waiting palms. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as your body went limp.

This Thor did not hold back.

Vikings had ritualistic orgies, so why the hell not Asgard? I read this fic some four years ago that since had been deleted with a similar core idea and it has sort of cemented in my brain. Latest MCU has us thinking that Thor is just some guy with a hammer but I like fics that - not necessarily delve - but tie in his divine aspect. Like, he is a God even on his own planet. Additionally, I've always been dead set on Thor having a brown or a black S/O. Not sure why exactly... But this was written with black girls in mind. Especially the gold dust part. Have y'all seen how beautiful golden shimmer looks on dark skin? 🥹

[talesofadragon]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

Synopsis: Centuries spent at the House of Odin have transformed the eclectic balls into familial gatherings and council meetings into morning tea rituals. The gilded walls of the castle have become home, and its royals, family. Yet, when your wisdom crosses paths with folly, affection is born unexpectedly, senselessly—a trait you’ve never been known to entertain, but one that Thor Odinson wears proudly.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Asgardian!Reader

Warnings: Allusions to sex. Jealousy. Unrequited Love. Love Triangles. LOKI. (we love him, though.)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Fluff | Mild Angst

Word Count: 6K (I have no regrets)

Based on this Request from my writing celebration.

All Masterlists | Sab's Wring Fest

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 into the queen’s revered gardens, let alone assault her precious snowdrops. But rationale had long been buried deeper than Yggdrasil’s roots, allowing impulsivity to reign over you.

The white petals screeched from the force of your tug, a harsh touch you’d never known yourself capable of administering. But your assault proved relentless, flower after flower limply falling to your side. Ironically, their innocent petals congregated on the fabric of your dress, painting a tinge of beauty over your despondency.

Even in their misery, they refused to be anything but enduring. Pitiful.

“Oh, how delightfully entertaining will it be to gauge Mother’s love for you once she sees what calamity has befallen her garden by your hands.”

“Go away,” you commanded bitterly, back turned to the unwanted presence.

The god behind you neglected to comment on your tone. You heard him shuffle, his feet carefully avoiding stepping on another virtuous plant. He plopped down next to you, elegantly brushing his hands atop the neglected flower stems by your side, reviving them.

“It would be a shame to forgo free entertainment,” Loki smirked, twirling the rejuvenated snowdrop in his fingers.

You craned your head to the right, eyes burning with fire even his Jotun genes couldn’t withstand. “Pity, so many courtesans have slipped from your fingers you now have to settle for my misery for pleasure.”

Loki laughed, his shoulders shaking. His gaze retained his familiar mirth as he answered, “Would your misery be associated with a certain courtesan and an Asgardian prince... fonduing, perhaps?”

“Fonduing?” Your face twisted in disgust. “What in the Nine does that word mean?”

“I heard the spangled American Captain utter it once," Loki recalled. "It’s a euphemism for two people partaking in the biological act of reproduction.”

“What?” you scoffed in disbelief. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Loki’s wry smirk reappeared. “Mortals rarely do,” he confessed.

Your face fell at the reminder of the race you were persistently attempting to forget. Focused on your previous discourse, you had ignored the snowdrops delicately sitting in the palm of your hands. Without a second thought, you resumed your previous ministrations, gracelessly tearing apart petals from the stem.

“You do not happen, by any chance, to be superseding this flower for Thor’s meek mortal friend. Do you?” Loki asked.

“No,” you were quick to reply. “She may be as delicate as a flower, but she’s as beautiful as a Ratatoskr. What do brown eyes remind one of besides tree trunks and repugnant mud?”

“The warmth of an autumn day as the sun embraces the woodlands and shelters its inhabitants from the seasonal tumult to come,” Loki poetically recited, hands drawing figures in the air and a gleam of mischief glowing in his irises.

“Sounds tedious,” you lamented.

It earned you a scoff from Loki, though not for a lack of frivolity. “Midgardians possess this abhorrent concoction called coffee,” he informed, gaining your attention. “It’s a muddy brew that staggeringly increases one’s anxiety threshold.”

“Why would someone create such a senseless horror?”

“Perhaps to use it as a metaphor for a mortal’s brown eyes.”

You scrunched up your nose at the image of the mortal in question. “Fitting. She has such a petite stature. As feeble and brittle as her thirty-year lifespan.”

“I regret to inform you that mortals can live up to a century.”

“Irrelevant. That is still a trifle of our lifespan. And do not get me started on her vexatious disposition. Has this mortal woman been raised in a cave of trolls?”

“Well, this would certainly explain her infatuation with Thor.”

“You are not helping!”

You gathered what remained of the flowers, pelting Loki with the stem and petals. He didn’t deflect your assault, accepting your sour behavior. What you hadn’t accounted for was his retaliation. He pushed your shoulder, slightly rougher than usual, forcing you to land on a bed of flowers.

You groaned, feeling the flora entangling in your hair and their pollen dusting your dress. Loki’s dulcet amusement echoed above your head. A sharp gasp escaped him when you tugged at his emerald green robes and shoved him down. Hard.

“I did not inflict a grain of harm on you,” Loki groaned, swatting the fallen petals, which landed in his hair. “This hurts, Y/N.”

“Your pride or your head? The latter could benefit from some sense knocking into it,” you rebuked.

Loki gazed at you unimpressed. “Now is not an agreeable time to spread your wisdom, Little Goddess. You’ve clearly demonstrated your dwindling abilities when you groaned and moaned about the earthling.”

“I did no such thing! I, astutely might I add, pointed out her subpar qualities that do not mirror what Asgard is looking for in a queen—”

“Thor clearly disagrees.”

“Do not interrupt me, you venomous snake! Thor has always been a dunderhead, overthinking with his brawn and underthinking with his brains.”

“And yet, you were stupid enough to fall in love with him, Goddess of Wisdom.”

“Watch your mouth!” you spat, eyes roving the expanse of the garden to ensure no meddling ears were meandering around. “I care for your brother. But do not confuse care with admiration.”

“Devotion, Y/N. Has the human’s visit caused even your accrued lexicon to recede,” Loki taunted. Had it not been for your skirts in the way and your position on the ground, you would’ve kicked him so hard in certain nether regions that he would’ve sung to Valhalla.

“I stand by what I said.”

“Apologies, Little Goddess. Allow me, as the God of Lies, to refute your statement. Both metaphorically and in the literal sense.”

That filthy little python. You scoffed, perhaps a little more at yourself than him. He elicited the responses he desired, painting a mockery out of you and your feelings. You knew you couldn’t debate the matter with him more than you already had. As the God of Lies and your, unfortunately, best friend, he’d always have the upper hand in this matter.

So, you stood up and dusted your skirts. If you weren't winning, then participating in this debate was of no use. 

“Where are you going?” Loki inquired, an underlying tone of merriment hiding beneath his words.

Your eyes squinted, regarding him with indignation. “You have effectively sullied my mood even further. Your mother’s beautiful flowers do not deserve more ill will at my hands. Therefore, I’m taking my leave.”

If Loki had said anything after your response, your mind had elected to ignore it. Huffing aloud, you marched toward the castle, uncaring for the traces of mud and the wealth of fallen petals that trailed behind. On a regular day, you would’ve been more mindful, casting a simple cleaning spell to polish your appearance and ensure the poor attendants of the Odin Household would not have to partake in more work than necessary. But your anger and heartbreak had been immeasurable enough to deny you any act besides sulking over the mortal woman Thor had ignorantly brought along to Asgard.

The Norns, much like Loki, must’ve been taking pleasure in your predicament. You had rounded the corner, one gilded hallway separating you from the castle’s entrance, when the silhouette of the Crown Prince appeared. 

Unlike the ladies of the court, your admiration for Thor did not stem from his ethereal beauty. It bloomed like Freyja’s primroses, a sturdy seedling that, with time, opened its foliage to a world of wonder and ardor. He was a cosmic presence—a child of the sun, with light and fire dancing around his immaculate frame in wisps of enchantment, leaving every woman breathless. Including you.

“Lady Y/N!” Thor’s voice reverberated in the long hallway, laced with excitement. "I hadn't anticipated your presence today. No wonder the day exudes such radiance."

His comment made heat rise to your cheeks. It was almost as if he had shared his warmth with you, sending it trekking along his words to your heart. You smiled at him, demure and saccharine. But your lips downturned once another presence, one less noticeable or agreeable, appeared behind him.

You cleared your throat, attempting to restrain your unease as you greeted, “Thor, Mistress Foster.”

Norns burn you if you call her by the same title you bear. The earthling, as Loki so eloquently worded it, could not match you.

Without a greeting nor a poised lexicon, the Midgardian inquired, “Why are your clothes dirty?” 

Her question intrigued Thor enough for his eyes to rove your body. The warmth that had settled in your veins morphed into the embers of Helheim. You felt small and brittle under the scrutiny of his penetrating gaze.

“I beg your pardon?” you fired back promptly, indignation concealing the shame you felt at your soiled image.

Your words caused the mortal to pale, head swiveling to Thor’s side in anxiousness and trepidation. “I apologize, my lady,” she rectified her earlier statement. “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Well, you certainly were, you internally chastised.

Thor took another look at your attire, meticulously examining the fabric. You endeavored to compose yourself, resisting the urge to shift your weight from one foot to another. His hand reached for your arm, his thumb sweeping across your elbow. “Are you well, Lady Y/N? You look… disheveled.”

You immediately retracted your arm, fearing his senses might pick up on your galloping heart. “I am quite alright. I was with Loki in the gardens,” you supplied.

“Loki?” The mortal regarded you with an air of cynicism. Your blood boiled at her brashness. “What were you and Loki doing in the gardens?”

“Have you no tact, you imprudent minger? Although your kind lacks sensibility and decorum, you ought to address those of elevated stature with respect while in their dominion! Neither Prince Loki nor I are your comrades to tolerate such crass mannerisms.”

“I’m… my sincerest apologies, I didn’t think—”

“Thinking is not as sparse on Asgard as it is on Earth. If you find yourself incapable of harnessing a modicum of wisdom when addressing me, then you are in the presence of the wrong Goddess.”

"Y/N," Thor interjected, his omission of your title not slipping past your notice. Nor did you miss the hand that reached out for the mortal girl.

His actions only served to fan the flames of your jealousy and hurt. Almost a millennium of knowing that male, and he had chosen a measly mortal's side over yours.

“Do not patronize me!” you ordered, jamming a finger in his broad, muscular chest. “I am not the right audience for your feigned, princely performance.”

Thor squeezed the mortal’s hand in reassurance, tugging her further to his side—as if to shield her from you. He craned his face lower to meet your gaze. Endearing as you'd always found it, it made you uneasy at this moment.

"You seem overly emotional today,” he inquired, voice low and delicate, juxtaposing his chosen words. “Has Loki said something to upset you?"

You cracked. How dare he?

“Loki may perhaps be the only male in all of Asgard who possesses an ounce of empathy and understanding when it comes to my feelings and disposition,” you snapped back, ignoring how your words seemed to slap Thor in the face. “He has been my best friend for close to a millennium and is one of the princes of this realm. So if I, as a lady of the court, find that your little mortal is besmirching his name, the least I could do is call her out on it!”

Your outburst held more weight than you had anticipated, managing to leave Thor speechless. He regarded you with an air of perplexion, his mouth open—seemingly unsure of what response was fair in this situation. 

You didn’t want to waste any further time in his or the mortal’s company. You grunted, walking away. The sound of your footfall ringing louder than deemed honorable for a lady.

“Y/N, wait!” Thor called out after you, his hand shooting up to grab your arm. Though he was massively built, with the strength and mass of Asgard lying on his shoulders, his shy grasp fluttered against your skin. Featherlike, it tickled your nerves, sending a chorus of tenderness through your pulse.

You turned around, a mask of stoicism hiding your feelings. “Yes?”

“I appreciate your inclination to defend my brother, but, I, and Jane, were merely concerned over your well-being—”

“Accusing Loki of maltreatment!” you reminded Thor, swiftly retracting your arm from his grasp.

He sighed, placing both hands on his hips. You loathed how small he made you feel before the mortal. “You are exaggerating.”

“And you are heedless! Whatever Loki and I were doing in the gardens is none of your or the mortal’s concern! What’s it to you both? Maybe we decided to fondue. We do not get in your business, so do not meddle in ours!”

No sooner had the words left your mouth than your legs commanded you to retreat to another room. You didn’t understand why you had said that. Your wisdom melted into a puddle whenever Thor and his little pet were involved. 

When had you become so insensitive?

Mistress Foster left. Her visit didn’t amass more than a fortnight's worth of frustrations before King Odin had deemed her visit long. If an immortal God such as Odin Allfather perceived these days as anything but transient, then Jane Foster was truly a nuisance in her own right. 

The knowledge of her absence, particularly on this day, overjoyed you. The Vernal Equinox served as a portent of hope for Asgard—embracing prominent figures from neighboring realms in celebration of Asgard’s princes and in anticipation of the future. 

In loose terms, it presented the Asgardian royalty with a wealth of eligible females to choose from as the next princess and queen of the realm. In broader terms, it was another opportunity to observe Loki and Thor merrily charm the ladies to appease Odin and Frigga—while satiating particular desires on the side.

You dismissed your ladies in waiting, taking a deep breath as you pulled open the door. Your feigned smile fell, and the familiar trepidation rose when you saw who stood by the door. 

“Fondue?” Loki snickered, mischief practically waltzing in his bejeweled eyes. “Darling Y/N, had I known you were inclined to roll in my sheets, I would’ve bedded you centuries sooner.”

You grabbed him by the fabric of his tailored robes, pulling him harshly toward your rooms. “I panicked!” you grumbled. It was barely heard over the deafening sound of his amusement. 

“Well, you certainly rectified your error by pulling me into your chambers.”

“Shut up!”

“Ah, my Little Goddess. How exquisitely appetizing do you look,” he joked, purposely raising his voice.

You jumped on him, a screech tearing through your vocal cords. Loki laughed louder, trying to grasp your hands as you assaulted him with your fists. You hadn’t expected him to bite your finger. 

“You bastard!” you seethed, cradling your hand. 

“What was that, Y/N? You want it faster?”

“Loki!!”

“Ah, tell me how good it feels,” he mused.

You were not impressed. “You are an idiot,” you retorted.

Your argument, if you could call it that, receded rather swiftly. You refused to look at Loki, rolling your eyes and settling them on your vanity. You weren’t frustrated, per se. Loki always had a knack for playing with your feelings like they were puppets on a string. Not in a malevolent way. The matter was, if your gaze caught him, you knew the little impish snake would expose the laughter he had succeeded in digging out of you.

Loki’s voice caught you before your thoughts meandered further. “You’re wearing the wrong colors.”

You looked down at yourself, your silver shoes peeking from the fabric of your long blue dress. It was light azure. Quaint and placid. An exterior representation of the feelings you were chasing. The fabric was tulle, whimsical and, airy like Spring’s birds merrily dancing across cloudless Asgardian sky. Its off-shoulder design, adorned with gleaming silver gems and bishop sleeves, accentuated your elegance and grace. A Goddess. A member of the House of Odin, even if you didn’t have a crown. 

“If you’re insinuating I ought to have worn your brother’s colors, then I regret to inform you, that you were mistaken.”

Loki shook his head as a mischievous shadow passed over his face. “You’d appear desperate. And you, Y/N, are anything but.”

“Then what colors were you referencing?” you asked, brows creasing in thought. “Surely not your own.”

“Mine, no. But the witless oaf doesn’t have to know that.”

You didn’t comprehend whatever it was he was insinuating. Wordlessly, Loki twirled his fingers, a thread of emerald green seidr tantalizing your sight. He flicked his wrist. The magical trail shot from his fingertips to your dress, deftly pirouetting along the light azure tulle. 

The colors changed from blue to green and silver to gold. The boldness of your outfit contrasted with the muted portrait you tried to paint earlier. You studied your dress, eyes roving the fabric before examining Loki’s attire. You almost scolded him for putting you in his colors when you did not intend for your farce to go further than it did. But then you noticed these colors, chosen by Loki, were darker than his. 

It was a subtle contrast, discerned when in closer proximity to the God of Mischief. The royal family could immediately catch the difference. The ladies, though, wouldn’t be able to. Neither would Thor.

“Is this a wise choice?” you asked, playing with the sleeves of your dress. 

Loki took your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “The answer lies with you, Little Goddess.”

Wise, maybe not. Fun? It certainly would be. You couldn’t remember the last time you went to these festivities without constantly having to clutch your heart at the thought of Thor.

“It’s a mutual agreement,” you answered diligently. “This keeps the ladies and Thor away.”

Loki tutted. “This keeps the witless oaf’s mind working. He has stashed his wits so far beneath the surface, the cobwebs have devoured them whole.”

“And you think this alliance between wisdom and mischief will decontaminate his head from thoughts of the impertinent mortal?”

“I believe my brother is a hopeless case. If it works, then by all means, enjoy the fruits of our labor. If it doesn’t, then enjoy the privilege of my company.”

“Your company?” you chortled, wrapping your arm around his elbow. “Lokes, I’ll be gracing you with mine.”

He mimicked your chortle, beginning to lead you out of the room. "I must admit, your presence has staggeringly illuminated my days in Asgard. Father is covertly hoping that I ask for your hand in marriage."

"And Frigga?" you asked, aware of Loki's deep affection for his mother and her opinion.

He covered your hand, which rested on his arm, with his free one, leaning closer to your ear. "She much prefers you with Thor." You blushed, a crimson hue spreading across your cheeks. Loki took delight in your sheepishness. "You could spare me the hassle of sifting through noble ladies by accepting a marriage proposal, Y/N. I immensely enjoy roleplay in the bedroom. And though I do not wish to lay eyes on certain biological regions of my brother, I can indulge you if that is what you fancy."

"I fancy your silence, you brute!" you chastised, stomping on his foot.

Loki barely flinched, but he placed some distance between you both. He opened the door, and before you could venture beyond your bedroom, he positioned himself in your line of sight. "You forgot something, darling." The nickname felt foreign, especially when unaccompanied by your first name. Before you could inquire about it, you felt a shimmer of magic raking through your hair.

"What did you do?"

Loki smiled fondly, passing his fingers through your loose hair. "Turned you from a goddess to a princess."

Your gaze locked with his as you lifted your fingers to your head. There was a weight there, not something unbearable but undeniably foreign. Your fingers traced the contours of what you assumed was a diadem.

"What was that for?"

Loki stepped closer to you, his taller frame engulfing yours, cocooning you with his body heat. His lips settled on your forehead, his fingers intertwining with yours. You blinked, mind racing to figure out the parameters of his new trick. “You’re precious, Y/N,” he confessed breathlessly, his voice almost vulnerable. “More valuable than the troves of Asgard and the magic of Yggdrasil. And by the Norns, whoever forsakes your treasured company deserves to be bereft of your radiance, ensnared by the unforgiving grasp of Helheim for their sacrilege, Little Queen.”

For the first time in your 800 years of life, you found yourself at a loss for words in response to Loki's. His words were carefully chosen, poignant, and endearing, befitting his poetic prowess. Yet, something about the declaration felt amiss; a subtle discordance that unsettled you. It was then, out of the corner of your eye, that you caught sight of Thor.

His cerulean eyes, usually bright with warmth, were now veiled in darkness, glinting with a silver sheen you had never seen before. Thor's demeanor betrayed a mix of emotions, his features clouded with anger and a hint of betrayal. Before you could utter a word, he turned and left, his bloody red ceremonial attire fading from view.

Loki's intentions became clearer then. He sought to deceive Thor. But why would such words incite his brother's ire? And why had Loki chosen to describe you as such?

This Vernal Equinox proved to be different. You couldn’t categorize it as either good or bad as you had yet to comprehend your perplexing emotions about the celebration. The familiar joviality and folly were missing given that Loki and Thor seemed to have reversed their roles. 

Content with you on his arm, Loki’s charade persisted well into the late hours of the evening. He kept you to his side, not that you minded, twirling, discoursing, and occasionally, joking about the whole ordeal. The nobles, courtiers, and ladies had all presumed you debuting, your green dress a declaration of your choice in contenders. If not for that, then the golden diadem on your head 

Frigga and Odin seemed to know better. The Allfather offered you and his youngest no more than a feeble smile, pleased to see you and Loki together, even though he knew this was all but a farce. The Allmother, while graceful as ever, did not attempt to mask her errant gaze, her bright eyes dimming as she looked at Thor. 

The older son, heir to the throne of Asgard, had forgone merriment in favor of appeasing the ladies. Given that Loki had monopolized your time, all of the wayward bachelorettes traveled toward Thor. No lady was cast aside, each receiving a handful of minutes with the prince. And though that should’ve hurt you, the ache in your heart could only be attributed to the misery Thor wore. 

You and Loki drifted toward Sif and the Warriors Three since Thor had abandoned his usual idle chatter and reckless drinking. Hours later, Fandral was on the verge of passing out, Hogun was inebriated yet still standing, while Volstagg recounted one of the ancient battles on Alfheim to Loki and Sif.

When it was an hour past midnight, you excused yourself from the festivities, claiming you were too tired to continue. 

In truth, sleep evaded you. Your mind inundated with thoughts. But you didn’t allow yourself to entertain one more question or idea, letting your feet guide you wherever they preferred. 

You reached one of the castle’s balconies, a small one on the right side of the ballroom. You could still hear the music from the festivities, although it was a gentle hum. Euphonious and dulcet, serving as the perfect ballad in the backdrop. The sky lit up, gleaming stars strewn across the darkness. You wondered if they were the Norns’ portents. If you could wish upon them and the world would hum in answer. 

The sound of retreating footsteps pulled your attention away from the sky. You knew that silhouette anywhere. 

“Thor?” the word tumbled from your lips before you could fully register what the night had brought. 

Thor’s shoulders tensed. He didn’t respond, almost as if contemplating whether to provide you with an answer or ignore your presence. He sighed, broad shoulders deflating, before he turned around. 

“I apologize, Lady Y/N. I was not aware the area was preoccupied.”

“You need not to apologize, Thor,” you stated, unsure where his usual boldness had gone. “The area is large enough to accommodate both of us.”

It almost looked as though Thor would decline your offer. His blue eyes wandered, from you to the horizon then back. He regarded you in an unfamiliar way, taking in your appearance. You didn’t want him to catch sight of your fluster, so you turned your back to him, getting lost in the sight of Asgard at night. 

When you thought Thor would leave, you heard him make his way to your side. 

“I wish to apologize to you, Y/N,” he whispered, uncertainly. Not because he did not mean it, no. You knew Thor well enough to tell when he was lying about something. Your friendship with Loki illuminating his brother’s traits further. Thor leaned on his side, the banister supporting his weight. His demeanor was brittle, a far cry from what you had known. Your breath was lost in your throat, unsure whether you should gasp or sob. A step forward and there would be no distance between the both of you. You never wanted to hug him more. “Had I known you and my brother were…” He paused, taking in a shaky breath. “...Courting. Had I known, neither I nor Jane would have adopted such an insensitive tone before.”

You shook your head, fingers tingling to reach out for him. “We’re…Loki and I we’re…” But you couldn’t complete your sentence. A part of you imploring to deny Thor’s claim. Another fearing Thor’s distance if you admitted the truth. 

“An odd combination,” Thor smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Mischief and Counsel. Wisdom and Lies.”

“They’re opposite sides of the same coin. Perhaps, that’s why they work better than expected,” you defended, unsure why. 

Thor nodded, the same meek smile unerased. He looked down at his feet, strands of his blond hair covering his face. It had grown taller from the last time he had cut it on Midgard. Now resting upon his shoulders. As if he needed more weight to bear. 

“I must admit that he might be the luckiest one between us both. And he does not even know it?”

Your hand shot up involuntarily, clutching at the golden jewels across the bodice of your dress. “How so?” you asked, your thumb circling the fabric in a futile attempt at soothing your heartache at Thor’s tone. 

One of Thor’s hands glided across the banister, landing where yours had laid. While his gaze held your face, your eyes couldn’t help but land on his larger hand. “Loki presumes I cannot tell his ire at the court ladies galivanting to my side. He has always been too forlorn to understand that numbers have mattered not to me.” His hand dared to reach for yours then, a featherlike caress that made your heart gallop faster than Sleipnir. “Those who choose me over Loki desire nothing more than the throne. I have nothing else to offer. No wit, no literary aptitude, or poetic charm. I am nothing but brutish and capricious. It takes a no great amount of ardor to love my brother. It takes a kingdom to love someone like me.”

You retracted your hand, the action so unexpected and harsh, Thor jumped back in surprise. He opened his mouth, perhaps to apologize, but he closed it when he saw the expression you wore. Silver misted your irises, decayed and morose, mirroring the disheartenment that haunted you. 

“How can you say that?” you questioned—shrieked, even. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, your hands clawing at your dress because of the pain you felt. “Who…who made you feel as such?”

“Y/N—”

“No, Thor! You cannot utter such insidious words in my presence! You are kind, tender, and caring. A summer’s breath, warm and ecstatic. In your fierceness, you wield passion, and in your tempest resides the strength to protect. You are worthy of many things, Thor Odinson. And love is atop that wealth. I would forgo the world’s realms and riches to bask in the light of your affection.”

The words that traversed the distance between were not measured nor were they second-guessed. You had not the time to question your affections, wondering if it was worth bringing them to light or not. But you needed Thor to understand that what he felt, the dejectedness and loneliness, were unwarranted. 

You need to touch him, embrace him—assure his heart that he was worthy, and if you couldn’t do it physically, then your words had to suffice. 

Thor stood there, his expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something akin to hope. He reached out tentatively, brushing away the tears from your cheek with his thumb. “Y/N…”

You allowed his thumb to trace the skin beneath your eyes before wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, burying your face in his chest. Once, you thought to yourself. Even if this was a lie, I’ll gladly entertain it, just this once.

“Those ladies who crave your affections for the crown are not worthy of you. Even if you were the second son, even if the Norns had created you a mortal, you would still be worthy, Thor. You would still be loved.”

Thor’s hands traveled from your back. One moved up to cradle your head while the other rested on your lower back, cradling you closer to his chest. You could hear his heartbeats frantically drumming against his rib cage. Almost as if they were loud enough to create their own melody.  

You felt Thor plant a kiss atop of your head, close to where the diadem lay. He swayed with you in his arms, hold on you tightening and unwilling to let go. “You’re precious, Y/N,” he recited the words with complete reverence. Their familiarity registered, but you didn’t have time to question him before he continued, “More valuable than the troves of Asgard and the magic of Yggdrasil. And by the Norns, whoever forsakes your treasured company deserves to be bereft of your radiance, ensnared by the unforgiving grasp of Helheim for their sacrilege, Little Queen.”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips. “What did you just say?” you questioned, still nestled in his protective embrace.

“Loki did not compose this prose,” Thor confessed, his eyes dark with hesitation. “I wrote it. Two hundred years ago. For you.”

“What?” you breathed, the word splintering with emotion.

“I…I have always felt a connection to you. A sense of calm. Your wisdom and grace, but above all, your charm and wit captured my heart before I even knew it.”

“You never said anything,” you reminded, blinking harshly against the realization.

“How could I?” Thor’s thumb brushed the side of your mouth, drawing a choked whimper from you. “You are elegant while I am rough. A prince by title, but not by manner—”

“Do not belittle yourself in my presence.”

Thor chuckled softly, his gaze just as gentle.

“You are the Goddess of Wisdom, Little Queen.” That nickname—the Norns damn it—stirred emotions in you that you had never felt before. “What wisdom would there be in associating with the God of Thunder?”

“Is that why you distanced yourself?” The question was thick with unspoken feelings. “Is that why…why you chose Jane?” Over me. Your thought was left unspoken.

Thor’s expression darkened with remorse, his features shadowed by regret. “Have you never noticed the similarities between you two?”

“What similarities?”

“She is a smart woman. Accomplished, fastidious, attentive, and resilient despite her delicate appearance. Just as you are.”

“She is a mortal,” you countered. 

Thor nodded solemnly. “She cannot be made a queen. Not in the eyes of the Asgardians.”

“Then why—”

“It would be easier to gauge her choice.” Thor shifted his weight from one foot to the other. You realized too late that he was pulling away, keeping you at arm’s length. “As I said.” His gaze traveled the expanse of your body, regret permeating the air suddenly. “Those who choose me do it for Asgard’s throne. Those who choose my brother do it for love,” he reiterated, brokenly. He added in a more fractured tone, “You look stupendous in emerald green, my lady.”

“Viridian,” you corrected, evoking his bafflement. “It’s viridian green, a darker shade than emerald. Truthfully, I had opted for my own colors. But Loki approached my chambers before I could leave, and he all but decided to trick the court to his own advantage.”

“You’re not… you’re not courting Loki?”

You shook your head. “No. He and I have long been friends.”

“Friends,” Thor repeated, but there was a shift in the air when he said the word—as if Valhalla’s gates had opened and the angels descended to Asgard, humming their dulcet ballads.

“Tell me that’s not what we were,” you ventured, figuring that courage ought to accompany wisdom. “Tell me after all that was said and done that we weren’t just friends.”

You expected Thor to flounder, to grapple with an answer to your demand. “It wouldn’t make sense,” he attested. “It wouldn’t make sense if that were all we were, Little Queen.”

The angels of Valhalla must have roared, not sung, because as soon as Thor had breathed those words, tentative and full of fealty, his lips captured your own. You understood then, the complexity that arose from his role as God of Thunder. Your lips were in a fray, lapping at each other, wet and thunderous as you were conquered by his veneration. His large hands grabbed at your bottom, hoisting you up in the air. Your dress didn’t allow you the pleasure of wrapping your legs around his waist, but that didn’t stop you from clutching at his clothes, his hair, his soul.

Thor’s lips caressed your own. There was no set direction to their motion, almost as if he couldn’t decide whether to take it slow or devour you whole. The noises you made, the noises he made, small and mellow, reverberated in the empty space, adding to the symphony of your love and desire.

You didn’t want to pull away. Latching to the thunder and lightning invading your senses, getting lost in the storm.

A shiver ran down your entire body, accentuated by Thor’s teeth nipping at your lower lip. “Y/N,” he whispered breathlessly.

Your eyes opened, your image framed by his irises—protectively and vehemently.

He settled you on the ground, lips widening at your sight. “My colors suit you best.”

You didn’t understand what he had meant until you looked down. Your clothes had changed color. Again. The accent of your attire shifted to a bold red and silver.

“You best not attempt to produce an heir tonight, brother,” Loki sounded from behind Thor. He wore a smug smirk, leaning against one of the balcony pillars. Of course that bastard followed you. “Our chambers are nearby, and I do not need to hear my brother and best friend fondue.”

You blushed, cheeks turning crimson. Thor didn’t even spare Loki a glance, focusing his attention on you. “Little Queen, you look magnificent in my colors strewn across every inch of your body.”

And before you could help yourself, you boldly claimed, “I would look even more magnificent with your love marks strewn across every inch of my body.”

Thor’s eyes darkened, a primal yearning painting his irises with desire. He tugged at your hands then, pulling you to his chest. “Let me mark you with centuries worth of love, Little Queen. Allow me to show you what lesser beings cannot do.”

“Show me, my God.”

You drowned in his ardent storm, uncaring for the waves, noise, or the chaos. It was senseless. Everything you never were. Everything Thor was. Everything you, deep down, longed to feel with him.

Thank you @crazyunsexycool for this request! It was so fun to write for Thor, you can tell since this turned out to be 6K words🥹 I couldn't stop! Seriously, this might've been my favorite fic ever! Thank you for participating in my celebration. ♥️

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[hearts4court]

i want them to eiffel tower me.

[justjams2003]

Hello my love! I have a Thor request! So I just read thundering return and I loved it it’s so good!! So I was wondering if you could do something like that but different! So what if after reader gets her outfit okayed by Thor she goes out in the town with a guard since Thor had avengers work to do! But she falls and her dresss ripped and it looks like she did it on purpose.

She so tries to get back to the castle before Thor comes home but he beats her there and when she walks in with that ripped dress he gets mad and teaches her a lesson on being a whore if yk what I mean

Love your writing please take your time!! 🩷

~ sincerely silk 🫶🏾✨🎀🤍

Hello Pookie 🥰 Thank you so much for the request! I must admit I'm writing this at one in the morning so if there are any mistakes I do apologise! But I hope it is to your liking and that you enjoy this very much.

Pairing: Dark!Thor x slave!arraigned marriage wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of a previous rape, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome-type situation, degrading, praising. Abusive relationship. Controlling, possessiveness, blowjob, face fucking, tell me if I miss any.

Word Count: 2,5k+ unedited

You’ve always liked the sun, warmth. You liked walking in the garden, feeling the rays warm your face and tan your skin. Your mother didn’t like that, she wants to keep you fair and beautiful for the possible marriage offers you might receive. Men did bet millions and billions for your hand but your mother was certain she could get more than money.  

And she did. You’ve done your family a great honour by being Thor’s wife. Connecting the family name to the Odinson name. Placing a veil of protection over the family of beauty. You thought that maybe finally having a husband would mean not having to constantly be hidden from the world like your mother hid you.... You can’t help but wonder how she is.  

“You shouldn’t sit in the sun, it’ll damage your skin.” Your maid echos while you sit on the porch of the castle. Your gaze falls on Thor and his company as they get ready to leave for their trip. You lean your body against the stone of the surrounding walls. Your chin leaning on your flat hands. 

You ignore your handmaiden. You like watching Thor. He looks so stern and kingly, pointing at a map, rubbing his beard and then pointing again. He walks up the castle steps, your heart races and your head rises, you must act properly if he’s going to talk to you. But, he walks past. 

Your eyes follow him as he walks back into the castle. You swallow the knot in your throat. You know what him going away means. It means you’ll be all alone. You’re not allowed anywhere without his knowing and consent. And if he’s not here, you won’t be going anywhere. 

You know deep down he won’t greet you when he leaves. He’s not soft with you when others are around like he is when you are alone. He doesn’t allow himself to be overindulgent when the others are watching. They mustn't know that their future king is weak, that he feels. 

He walks back out of the castle, through the doors and before he’s down the stairs you jump up. “My love?” Your voice is faint and sounds hesitant. Thor stops in his tracks and turns to you. He walks over to where you now stand. His head tilts, telling you to speak. 

“I was thinking, maybe, while you’re gone, I could just maybe possibly-” Thor glares and interrupts you before you ask what you really want to. “Don’t ramble, it’s unsightly. Get to the point.” His voice is rough and quickly jolts you into shape. “Right. Could I perhaps visit the market?” You wring your wrist in between your hands. His eyes fall on your hands and you stop, knowing he hates fidgeting. 

His eyes then seem to scan over your body. He’s picked out and bought each dress with obsessive detail. But some are more appropriate for outside the castle and others better for inside the castle than others. And you know now he’s assessing your current dress’ suitability. You turn around for him. 

He doesn’t give any concrete affirmation but only calls a guard closer. “She is not to talk to you or any other. She will be back before nightfall.” The night nods and stands just a few feet behind you. He’s guarded you before and knows the rules and regulations. A wide smile falls on your lips and you bend your head in a bow. 

“Thank you, my prince. I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

The market is lively, and there is music going around from somewhere you can’t quite find. People are calling out prices for their items, trying to sell their wares. There is the smell of boar being roasted and beer being drunk.  

People step out of your way when you walk with your group of handmaidens and guards. “Your majesty. Wouldn’t you take these beautiful flowers to match your grace?” Your eyes fall on the old man trying to pay his respects to the princess. Your guts twist and turn. You know you have a duty to your people, to be kind to them. But also to Thor, to not take gifts from another man, no matter his age. 

You nod to your handmaiden to take the bouquet of flowers. Her brows furrow in worry for your well-being, and her eyes flicker to the guard. You both know he is going to tell everything notable to the prince. But she follows your command. 

“You keep it.” You speak to her once you’re past the flower merchant. Your handmaiden bows her head, grateful. “Please mind my arrogance in asking but was that wise, Your Highness?” She asks, she knows the blue bruises you carry on your skin. She is devout to her princess and not to her prince and doesn’t believe when she says he is soft. 

“Likely not. But I was not the one to accept the gift. You were. Is it not in your possession?” You ask, knowing you’ve found a technicality. She allows a knowing smile to grace her and again bows her head. Your eyes find the sun’s position in the sky. It’s low, much lower than you would’ve expected or liked. “We should go back.” 

But as all accidents happen, in a rush of bumbling and fumbling of steps in a panic to get something done quick. What’s the difference between an accident and on porpoise? One purpose is to plan something beforehand. An accident is an event that has unintentionally happened, that results in damage, injury or harm. And this was not planned and this does cause harm. 

But not harm as in the scrape on your knee. And not as in the harm to the fabric now noticeable to the tear in your dress from the ankle to right above the knee. But rather what would happen if Thor were to see this. The harm that would fall upon you if he believed that this was rather on purpose than an accident. 

You snap your head to your handmaiden. Your eyes and hers go wide with panic. Your heart falls in your shoes and at the same knocks around in your body in hysteria. You scramble to pick up all the material of your dress. You try to cover yourself with what little extra material you have. 

From there it was a mad dash. You’re glad being a princess allows you to move through the crowds rather quickly. Your head snaps back at the sky beginning to dangle dangerously low in the sky. To the point that the blue begins to bleed to blood red.  

Was the sun racing you? Determined to be the first to turn blue. Relief spills over you right as red splashes over into purple and then dark blue. Your feet hit the stone stairs with a clack on each one. But you do not bother because you believe you’ve made it home before Thor. 

That is until you storm into your bedroom. The smile instantly falls from your face. Your heart thumps in your ears like it does after you’ve run as far as she has. Sweat pours over her like a wave smashing everything to bits in its way. You soon hear your handmaiden stop behind you and gasp seeing the prince. 

“Leave.” He instantly commands the girl. She looks to you for confirmation and you give it to her. She closes the door behind her. You gulp, trying to steady your heart racing and your heavy breathing. He steps closer, one heavy boot at a time. If the castle was made of paper it would’ve crumpled. 

He tilts his head, “Who so out of breath?” He taunts you. He knows well the time restrictions set, but he wants to hear you say it. You keep your dress close to your body, hoping to keep the tear hidden for as long as possible. “I was instructed to be home before sunset.” 

You snap your head to the balcony, seeing the last rays of the star just barely creeping over the mountains. “I’ve done as instructed.” Thor hums, he’s looking for something to be wrong. Why else would you be so wide-eyed and frayed. Begging for his praise, distracting him with good done. 

His eyes inspect your body. Quite carefully. Until he spots it. He has to fight the grin that wants to form on his. He steps closer. He speaks: “Good girl.” He coos, but his hand reaches down. His calloused fingers find the tear and drags from there to your upper thigh and then some. 

“What the fuck is this?” Thor’s hand grabs onto your soft supple bottom flesh. He guides your leg to lift into his large hand. In one fluid motion, he has you against the wall, your now exposed leg being made to wrap around him by his iron grip. 

“It-it was an accident. I tripped and fell and the dress ripped.” You stutter, your mind is conflicting with your body. Your body likes his touch grabbing and squeezing onto your thigh. It incites a wet pleasure from you. But your mind worries, this is not the reaction you expected. 

Thor scoffs, “Please, that bullshit if I ever heard it. No...you did this on purpose.” Your eyes widen, not that you can be shocked, you expected this more than anything. You knew he’d blame you the moment you made contact with the floor. “No, Thor, please believe-” 

You’re stopped by his hand on your neck and a crazed look in his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t seen those longing looks you’ve been giving me. You’re a needy slut for my attention and you’ve whored yourself out on the streets to get it.” Your breathing hitches at your words. You would fight but you know he won’t listen. 

“You forget your place, wife.” He snaps, tightening his hold on your neck. Your many years of training come back to you. He’s right. He’s right. He’s been gone so much lately on missions with those humans, you’ve been lonely and desperate for his attention. 

“Yes, my prince.” He grins at your words. He shoves you in front of the bed, now he’s ripping at your corset strings. Stripping you as quick as he can. Once you’re bare in front of him, he shoves you down to your knees. His bulge is proud in his pants in front of you. 

“You wanted my attention, you’ve got to work for it.” You take in a deep breath. This is what you wanted. Isn’t it? Why else would you beg like you did to go out? And then rip your dress in such a public place too? Your instincts kick in, you’ve done this a hundred times. 

You make quick work of his belt. It starts with quick and small kitten licks on his slit. His hand grabs your hair. “Come on, don’t be shy now. You’re a whore, act like it, damnit.” He grins, pretending that he cares about what you want. He wants to teach you a lesson. But it only makes sense, right? You did this to yourself. 

You take one big lick from the base on his cock up to his uncircumcised tip. You hollow out your cheeks and take as much of him in as you can. But he’s a huge man and no matter what size you are it’d be hard to fit him all in your mouth. 

“By Odin’s beard, you look just like those town whores you see in the filthy peasant villages.” He groans with a shit-eating smirk. You bob your mouth up and down. Coating his dick in your spit. You make sure to swirl your tongue around his vein just how he likes it. 

The other half of his huge cock that you can’t seem to bottom out, you pump with your hand. He growls at this, clearly not impressed with this shitty attempt at a blowjob. He grabs your head with both his hands. You know this stance all too well. Your eyes look up at him, silently begging him for mercy. 

“I don’t know why you look so scared. Isn’t this what you wanted?” His hips thrust, shoving his cock right down your throat. You gag, but there is no care in his eyes. You grab onto his thighs, trying to stabilize yourself. His crotch rapidly jerks forward and back over and over. Face fucking you with the power of the god he is. 

“Your dirty liar mouth feels so fucking good.” He gasps out, but you rarely even realise what he says. Your eyes are blurred with tears. Your throat burns from his dick stabbing you repeatedly in your oesophagus. Your ears feel almost blocked from the daze you're in being used as a face fuck. 

You can physically see his balls begin to tighten after a good while of him abusing your face. “Oh fuck...fuck...” He mumbles then looks down at you. His blue eyes are hazy with pleasure. “I’m gonna fill your mouth, you fucking slut. And your gonna take it all like the whore you are.” He commands you, but there isn’t much way for you to protest. 

His hot sticky seed flows down your throat. He slows right at the back of your throat. You sputter before taking big gulps. The bittersweet flavour burns your tongue and you can’t get enough of it. “Look at you, loving it. Such a bitch from me and so prim and proper for those other men.” He grins, knowing he can have you like this any time he wants. 

He pulls his still semi-hard cock out of your mouth. “Show me.” He orders, hands on his hips. You do as he asks, opening your mouth that you’ve done as wanted and drank all his cum. “Fucking hell...just look at that.” 

Thor bends down in front of you, his dick still out but he doesn’t care much for modesty when it comes to himself. “Aren’t I just the best? You come in here, dressed like some common harlot. I should’ve punished you.” His hand is on your chin and his thumb swipes at your bottom lip. “Yes, my prince.” He smiles at this response. 

“I saw that you were really just a needy whore for me and gave you my cock instead. Say thank you, you slut.” He’s almost disgusted with how nice he thinks he was. “Thank you, my prince, for showing your whore mercy.” No matter how hard you try to escape the mindset, you’ll always be his little slut. 

He suddenly takes your lips in his. Abusing your lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s because my whore is just oh-so-pretty. I just can’t say no to you.”  

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Birthday Blues (Thor)

Summary: you're feeling crappy and alone on your birthday.

Warnings: just a sad reader,but fluff otherwise, i think?

WC: 570ish

A/N: today is my birthday (I turned 31!) But i've just been feeling so miserable and lonely and sick all day so i wrote this instead of wallowing in self pity.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the city, but the light felt distant to you. Today was your birthday, a day that once brought you joy, but now it felt like a weight pressing down on your heart. You sat on your bed, surrounded by half-wrapped gifts and colorful decorations that seemed to mock your mood.

You stared at your phone, watching as friends sent their cheerful messages, but the words felt hollow. It was hard to celebrate when you felt so empty inside. You missed the laughter, the excitement, the feeling of being cherished. Instead, you found yourself wrapped in a heavy blanket of melancholy.

Just then, a soft knock echoed through your apartment. You didn’t move at first, unsure if you wanted company. But the door creaked open, and in walked Thor, his presence filling the room with warmth and light.

“Greetings, my friend!” he boomed, his bright smile instantly brightening the atmosphere. “I have come to celebrate with you on this most special day!”

You managed a small smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “Thanks, Thor. But I’m not really in the mood for a celebration.”

He frowned slightly, his brow furrowing with concern. “Nonsense! Every birthday deserves a celebration, even if it is just with one friend.” He stepped closer, his large frame towering over you as he knelt down to your level. “What troubles you?”

You sighed, looking away. “It’s just… I thought I’d feel different today. I thought I’d be happy, but I just feel… sad. Like I’m not where I’m supposed to be.”

Thor’s expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It is understandable to feel this way. Birthdays can be bittersweet reminders of time passing and changes in our lives.” He paused, searching for the right words. “But know this: you are not alone. You have friends who care for you deeply.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you shook your head. “I know, but it feels like everyone is moving on with their lives, and I’m just… stuck.”

Thor’s eyes sparkled with compassion. “Sometimes, we all feel lost, even among friends. But remember, it is okay to feel this way. It does not define who you are or diminish your worth. You are strong, and your journey is unique to you.”

You met his gaze, feeling the warmth of his reassurance wrap around you like a comforting blanket. “I just wanted today to be special.”

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Then let us make it special together! We shall feast, and I will share tales of my adventures. We can laugh, and I shall remind you of the beauty in the world.”

A genuine smile began to break through your sadness. “You really think we can turn this around?”

“Absolutely!” He stood, extending a hand to you. “Come! We shall summon a feast worthy of the gods!”

You took his hand, feeling the strength of his spirit seep into you. As you stood up, the weight on your heart began to lift, and you felt a flicker of hope. Maybe today could be different after all.

As you walked out of your room, Thor led the way, his laughter echoing through the halls. In that moment, you realized that even on your saddest days, friendship could shine a light, reminding you that you were never truly alone

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.⋆｡Just A Warm-Up｡⋆.

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Steve wants to play while Thor’s away and you’re just along for the ride

Warnings: this isn’t full on smut but it’s still smut, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, sub!reader, switch!steve (he’s also a bit of a brat), dom!thor, little degradation, implied m/m smut

WC: 889

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When Steve raised a single dark blond eyebrow at you an hour ago, you knew that your simple afternoon of doing laundry and watching your favourite trashy reality show was going to be thrown out the window in favour of his devious idea.

“You know we’re gonna get in trouble right?” You had told him as his thick fingers pulled at the waistband of your sweatpants after he made himself comfortable on your couch.

He looked up at you with a smirk. “Not if you listen to what I tell you to do.”

So now here you were, on one of your boyfriends’ lap, trying as hard as you could to watch the documentary he had put on but with your mind already going fuzzy around the edges, it was incredibly hard. 

You shifted on his lap but suddenly, Steve’s large hands were on your hips, keeping you completely still. “I told you not to fidget.” He chastised you. A shameful heat crawled up your neck and you could only whine.

“Sorry Captain.” He smiled at you and granted a single kiss to your cheek.

“Good girl. Now, Thor should be home soon and I don’t think he would appreciate that we’re playing without him so stay still.” You nodded and forced your body to relax back into his strong chest, laying your head on his shoulder where the smell of his cologne was most prominent.

Steve readjusted the blanket that was draped over both your legs, pulling it up so it now lay across your waist, completely concealing your lower half. 

And right on time, the front door opened and a booming voice called out- “My loves! I have returned!”

Steve gave you another firm warning in the form of a pinch to your naked thigh before he called back. “We’re in the living room!” 

Thundering footsteps echoed through the house as Thor hurried to get to you. “You would not believe the day that I have had, first Loki tricked me… again! But do not fret, my wound shall heal soon- what are you doing?”

His massive body easily filled the doorframe, his blue eyes squinting at the pair of you. While you were scrambling to find some excuse as to why you were in this situation, Steve threw his arm over the back of the couch, a smirk still painted on his face. 

“We’re just having a cuddle and watching a movie, isn’t that right doll.” You nodded eagerly in response, letting out a sigh of relief as Thor’s eyes brightened once more, seemingly content with his answer.

“Well, then the Spider boy showed me this new trick he learned and I-“ But his words went in one ear and out the other as Steve readjusted below you, forcing his thick cock even deeper inside you and it took all of your willpower not to moan.

He hissed through his teeth as you clamped down on him. Your fingers curled into your palm in some desperate attempt to keep yourself from moving or moaning or even breathing wrong but evidently, it wasn’t enough.

Before you could stop it, a whine escaped your lips, immediately silencing your godly boyfriend and making the man beneath you inhale sharply. The game was up.

The blanket easily slid away from your laps, exposing exactly what was happening to your shared boyfriend. Your soft legs were spread apart by Steve’s thick thighs, keeping you open enough for his cock to be comfortably nestled in your dripping cunt to keep him warm. Already, his blue jeans were stained almost black from your wetness and a ring of creamy white gathered at the base of his cock.

Neither of you moved, the gravity of the situation now making itself apparent as Thor’s expression darkened and his own jeans grew considerably tighter as his cock came to life.

“I will give you both one chance to explain yourselves before I start to think of ways to punish you for playing without my permission.” Steve’s cock throbbed inside of you and you shot him a glare.

“Masochist.” You hissed under your breath but evidently, both men heard you.

Thor’s eyes locked onto you. “How about you start princess- tell me the truth.”

But before you could answer, Steve had decided that he wanted to play even more. “She’s just warming me up so that I could fuck you when you got home. I mean, that is what she’s here for.” You curled into yourself, not because you were hurt by what he said but because you knew what was coming next.

Moving too quick to comprehend, you were suddenly suspended in the air and then tucked into the chest of your god. And with barely any time to wince at the emptiness you now felt, Thor’s fly was open and his own cock prodded at your entrance. 

“Yes you did have a warm-up, but not for you.” You cried out as he sank you down onto him, easily taking him to the hilt even with his massive size considering how Steve had already stretched you enough to take him. “She’s going to get the fucking of a lifetime while you just watch. And then-“

Steve swallowed thickly, his hand now inching towards his own aching length. “Then, I’ll be warmed up enough to take you.” 

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I'm just thinking of you and Thor from GoW spending time together. You make him feel seen as himself and not a weapon. He treats you as an equal even if he outmatches you as a warrior.

A/n: 👏👏

He doesn't feel like a burden when he is with you, a drunken mess. He actually feels loved by you and that's something that Thor would always be grateful for.

The god had thought he would be alone and miserable after he and his wife separated, that he and his daughter's relationship would always be strained until you stumbled into his life. You were soften spoken when he first met you. He did not think much of you, just some weakling that he didn't have to think twice off.

Until you slipped into the hall where he was drinking alone one night. You were kind, you didn't treat him less. Nor did you talk down on him like he was some drunken asshole. After that night you two started to see each other more and more. It amazed him by how well you two had gotten long, how much you two had in common.

You might have not been much of a warrior or fighter but you were kind, gentle. He was happy that you got along with his daughter so well, not to mention you and Sif.

Placing his hand on your head, you glanced up at him as you straightened your arms above your head biting back a yawn. "Ready for bed?"

Tipping his head to you, he let his hand caress your cheek as he nodded his head. "I am"

He was enough in your eyes and for that, he will forever be happy to have you in his life.

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Day Thirteen: Thor Odison + Size Difference

You've always been just a little smaller then all of tour coworkers. Always smaller then all of the Avengers. Iron man having invited you to work alongside them as a sort of secartary, and helper.

You aren't sire how you become the apple of Thor's eye. Maybe it was the fact that you thought he was the most handsome man on the planet. Hell he wasn't even from this planet. Thor had taken a liking to you as well. Showing it in odds way. He wasn't the best at being a genetleman, and maybe that was due to his stature or his larger then life attitude.

Regardless of all of that. You still fell deeply for Thor. He didn't fall though. He gripped you tight, and took you for the ride of your life. "Fuckin' hell you're tiny." Thoses were his fidrt words to you when he saw you. You froze, and since then your height has been something you worry he doesn't like about you.

That all changed, when one night after the avengers put their bodies through a bad training session, and an almost worrisome call for them. Thor came looking for you. "Do you wish to see something beautiful?" He asked, not bothering to knock on your door. You looked down at your paper work then back him. "Sure." You said timidly. He grabbed your hand and nearly pulled you all the way towards his room.

"Where are we going Thor?" I asked, "I'm taking you to Asgard." You held onto Thor as he guided you through the gate. Asgard was beauitful. "Thor, this is… you lived here all your life?" You asked. You looked out of place to Thor even here, but he wanted what he wanted.

"Let's go Y/n. I want you to try some stuff here." Thor says grabbing your wrist. He drags you towards stairs. "Where are you taking me Thor?" You ask him yet again. "To try some of our beer." "Oh I do love beer." You mutter following close behind him. Your hand complety disappears in his large one. He's a manmath compared to you, and you're dying to crawl all over him.

It doens;t take long to get to the bar, beer are slammed infront of the both of you. "take a sip dear." Thor voice is thick, and deep. The first sip you don't feel anything. But the second you feel as you do when you've a few shots of vodka. "Thor, what is this stuff?" You ask him. "Only the best for my girl." He whispers. He chugs his beer, and then grabs yoour hand. Are you drunk? No, you're tispy. You're drunk on Thor touches, the way he grabs you like a rag doll.

For the thirs time you ask Thor "Where are we going?" "I'm taking you back to my room here, and fucking you after denying myself." Thors words go strat to your core. It doesn't take long, loud steps echo in the palace.

Thor's door is open, and the door shuts to the weight of your body. As Thor picks you up and slamms you into the door. Your feet don't reach the ground as he hold you up by pressing his body into yours. For the first time you can see his eyes. Blue, clear as the ocean. His lips smash into your. Hungry for something he's been denying hismelf. "Fuck you taste so sweet." He mutters as he pulsl away. You're drunk on him already. Your clothes are ripped off of your body literally. And thrown around the room. His lips are on your skin in seconds. And his cock sits hard agasint your inner thigh. Your whine, and wiggle to get some sort of release.

"Fuck! Please Thor, just put it in me already!" You beg him. "You're not ready for that.' He tires. "You put your cock in me right now or I sear to god Thor. I will walk out of here naked." You threaten him. He smirks at your words. "Don't say I didn't warn you." he as he don't gives you time to get used to his thickens or his girth. Your eyes brim with tears.

But you enjoy the pain as it melts to pleasure. "Fuck Thor, just move already." HE rolls his eyes, and thursts hard in and out of your wet pussy. "So demanding for a slut that can't even talk." He says as he fucks your hard not even lossing his breath over it.

Completed on: 07/04/23

Posted on: 10/13/23

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