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#thor odinson fic
fluffyprettykitty · 7 months
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Pairing: Thor Odinson x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: ~1800 words
Warnings: : pretty much everything, ejaculations, penetration, sex toys, oral sex, size difference, oral fixation. if I missed anything major please let me know!
Author’s Note: Thor won that poll by a landslide! coming after him at the poll were billy & joaquin so let me know if you want one with either if them, and as always if any of this sparks an idea or you wanna see me explore something please let me know! Yeah, that was supposed to be written 2 months ago, what about it!
PS: dividers & banners by @saradika
Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist
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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Thor takes his time to soothe you and your body after the act, he holds you close and uses a washcloth on your body if you can't move to go to the bathroom. He rocks you slowly until you fall asleep on him, making sure to kiss you everywhere and relax your heartbeat a little, warming you up with his pure god heat and smothering you in love and dedication.
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
Thor is lowkey obsessed with your neck and collarbones, he loves grabbing it and turning you around or caressing you softly before he is kissing you tenderly. Not to say that he doesn't worship any and each part of your body but something about an uncovered neck makes him go crazy.
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Thor as a god has a different flow than that of a mortal man. Thicker and shinier in its consistency Thor's cum is also filled with incredible breeding potential, that's why he is always careful when he cums inside you. Rich in its nutrients when you get to swallow some it always leaves your skin shining.
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Now Thor's biggest secret is that he loves it when you initiate it and especially when you want to be on top, he would love to be pliant for you and do exactly as you say. He loves following a good order and worshipping every single word that you say, most of all he loves being yours and your own personal toy, although he'd rarely admit it he loves when someone wants to take care of him.
E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Thor could not be any more experience. Firstly he has read every single book or guide there is to know about sex and female pleasure and second, he always keeps himself in check by analyzing the way you take him and the way you react to him.
F= Favorite position
Oh, Thor's favorite position is missionary, direct eye contact with you, your breasts moving for him, his hands on your waist when he is inside you, moving you as he does, able to watch his cock inside your stomach, your thighs around his waist. He could never get enough of it, although he does switch you on your back so he can get deeper inside you, the first one remains his favorite.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
Thor can be incredibly goofy during the act, he is a giant ball of fluff anyway so he always takes his time to make you feel as comfortable as possible and he will use his charms on you, although there are times when he is serious but only when he hasn't seen you in a long while and he just wants to worship your body.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
Thor as a prince does keep himself very well groomed, he has a legion of people taking care of him anyway so he knows how important it is to be very clean everywhere.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
Thor is incredibly romantic, he loves looking deep inside your eyes and holding your face firm for him when he is deep inside you. He loves admiring you and your body for all that you do for him and he never forgets to praise you and worship your every move.
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
Thor is not known to masturbate often, only when he is very far away from you, he is disciplined and knows how to keep his pleasure just for you.
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Thor is big into bondage. He knows a lot of different knots and rope styles and he loves taking his time, tying you up, dressed or not, in many different styles of ropes such as silk or rougher material. He loves moving the ropes on you and later on tracing the markings on your skin with his fingers.
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
Thor is into every place really just as long as he can get to have you all to himself. He has the ideal cause of his size to being able to carry you and lift you anywhere he needs to so the location itself doesn't matter although his favorite place has to be right behind any door the minute he can get you alone.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Thor is motivated just by looking at you, your body, and your figure, and your face is enough to keep him going and make him attracted to you. He is allured and enamored with you in a unique passionate way and watching you laugh and throw your head back or his favorite licking your lips together is enough to make him come close to you.
N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
Thor is kinda possessive, so he would not be too cool with a threesome, he wants you all to himself and doesn't like the idea of ever sharing you with anyone else.
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
Thor is really good at eating you out. His big tongue allows him to touch your nerves in all of their sweetest spots until you are trembling. He likes using his fingers and tongue and burying himself down there for hours although he is never opposed when you want to swallow him whole. He loves watching you eager and desperate to deep throat and he easily guides you on him until you got the handle of him ready. He also doesn't mind teaching you a way to check your gag reflex until you can take him. His preferred position is for you to lay on the bed while he is guiding his cock down your throat because it's easier than you being on your knees. On the other hand, he doesn't mind getting on his knees himself, your legs on his shoulders when he decides to eat you out.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Thor can be fast, it's just that he prefers not to in order not to hurt you. His vast size and huge cock need some preparation to get used to so he tries to be slow enough for you to handle him until he can let himself a little looser.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
Quickies are not his preference although he does like them fast and hard, it's just that he prefers a combination of slow, sensual, and fast. He can fuck pretty roughly when he is fast so he prefers allowing himself to slow down a little to better suit you.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
Thor is an innovator and a curious person, there is nothing he is not willing to try including allowing you to peg him or following any sex guide book you might find.
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
Thor is the king of stamina. He could go again and again if your body could keep up instead he is more than willing to wait for you whenever you need him to. Each round lasts up to how much you can take.
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Thor is a gadget guy, always fascinated by technology and the such and whenever he finds something new or learns something new he wants to try it with you or on you. He doesn't mind using cock rings either albeit it's very hard to sustain him. But he is very willing to try.
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
Thor likes teasing you, he doesn't have to do much because his just existing is a tease but he will take his time to whisper to your ear when he doesn't have to or kiss you below your neck or place his hand on your waist to pull you close. He is not big on being teased himself because when he starts something he wants to finish it and getting him hard in the middle of the day is something that will inconvenience him. Not that he complains though.
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
Thor is a talker only when he decides to edge you, the other times he is more focused and is fluent in moans and groans and repeats of your name. He is loud when he cums as well, a deep growl leaving his mouth, especially when he cums on you and he can see the glistening liquid on your body. The more pliant you become the louder he is with his actions. The distinct sound of skin on slapping skin due to his enormous size is enough to make for a very noisy scene.
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Thor loves using his thunder powers on you. Although he only does it in a well-established relationship and after getting his time to know you and confirm that this is alright but the first time that he does it, it's slow, zaps you a little on your hand as you are cumming to intensify your pleasure. At later times he will always use it directly from his cock to your inside, to shoot his cum deep inside you to breed you and to watch your own eyes turn blue in thunder colors.
X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
Thor is huge. He has the girth, the curve, the veins, the length. His cockhead is so big that makes you tremble the first time you see it. But he knows exactly how to work it for your pleasure. Although he does love holding it close to your head and laughing. Just for fun.
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
Thor has a godly sex-drive, he could constantly be horny and hungry for you but he rarely acts on it. He will wait for the right time to take his sweet time with you as opposed to something fast therefore he keeps his needs under control and can keep it for hours once he starts having his way with you.
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
Thor is a big sleeper after sex, he loves cuddling you close and nuzzling you matching your breath, engulfing you completely into his arms, and kissing the top of your head. Usually, he drifts off first, although he tends to sleep less than you do.
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boxofbonesfic · 8 months
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Title: Due Diligence
Pairing: Minotaur!Thor x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Monsterfucking, Size-Kink, Minors DNI!
a/n: i’m coming back to re-claim my title as “Queen of the Monsterfuckers” 🫣 “Dóron mou” means “my gift”. please enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics
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As you stare breathlessly up into the dark you wonder briefly if you are awake, or if this too is a dream. Above you, the gems embedded in the distant cavern roof wink like stars. The greedy sound of your lover between your legs brings you crashing back down into your body, his thick, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your hips.
“Watch, dóron mou,” Thor mumbles against you, dragging his wide, flat tongue through your slick folds. He repeats himself firmly. “Watch.” His massive palms span almost the length of your thighs, and he kneads them possessively, cutting his eyes at you from between your legs.
You force yourself to focus on him, dragging your bleary, tear filled eyes down to his.As a reward, Thor rolls your swollen, overstimulated nub between his teeth. You squeal in response, bucking agains his face.
“Good.”
One hand scrabbles for purchase on the stone ledge beneath you, the other sinking into his soft blond hair. You rock against him, unable to help yourself as he chuckles.
“My greedy little present,” he hums, and you feel his lips curve as he laps again at your clit. “Greedy…” he trails off as you whine, your thighs tighten around his head. You card your fingers through his sandy hair, gripping his horns with both hands as you rock against his face.
Slowly, he lowers you back down to the ledge, cradling you like a doll against his massive chest. He dwarfs you easily, looming over your limp body as he inspects the sticky mess between your thighs.
You twitch and mewl when he drags his fingers through your sloppy cunt, and he hums softly, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.
“Th-Thor,” you hiccough his name pathetically as he cups your chin, drawing his thumb across your trembling lower lip.
“What is it, Pet?” He asks, his blue eyes deceptively soft as he swirls his fingers around your clit. “Tell me.”
“P-please, I w-want—” You stumble over them clumsily, the words sticking together on your tongue.
“Oh dóron mou,” Thor croons, stamping one hoof against the stone in anticipation. “I know what it is you want.” You squeal as he presses against you, the thick, leaking head of his cock pressing hungrily into your belly. Though you have seen it before, you cannot help but peek down at the space between your bodies.
His torso is that of a man, still—mostly, the downy brown fur that covers his legs beginning just below his navel, growing thickly between his powerful thighs. His cock springs frol a dark tuft of fur, so thick around the base you couldn’t touch your thumb to your forefinger—something you had learned from experience.
A tremor of anticipation passes through you, and Thor’s nostrils flare.
“Come, my little gift. Let me feel you.” With one massive hand on your belly, Thor positions himself between your thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate the size of his hips. He presses himself against your cunt, groaning softly as he drags himself back and forth through your sticky folds. The head of his cock presses hard against your clit, and still more stars burst in front of your lidded eyes.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his hips bucking as his eyes go wide with pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips as he moves against you. “I wonder…”
You are not left without explanation for long, gasping as his cock presses against your entrance. You gape up at him, wide eyed as he begins to press forward. The burning stretch of his entry brings tears to your eyes. They track down your cheeks as you gurgle up at him, drawing red lines down his chest and with your nails.
You’re so full you’re drowning in him, gasping for breath as the tide of sensation drags you under. It’s so sharp it borders on pain, the pleasure tearing up your spine to burst over your skin in waves. Thor leans over you to stroke at your sweaty face with gentle fingers, his own eyes fever bright as he grins down at you smugly.
“I told you we would fit, Pet.” He swallows your breathless gasp of pleasure eagerly, and you taste yourself on his lips. “It just took a little… diligence.”
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geminixevans-stan · 9 months
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Changed Places
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Pairing: CEO! Thor x Female Reader
Words: 1680
Summary: When the choice to try something new guides reader to the gym she has no idea what future awaits here...
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, mentions of oral (f), hints of poly
A/N: *gasp* A Thor fic?! Yes I know, very different for me but I'm challenging myself! I hope you all enjoy it and want more Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
Tiny droplets of the crying sky showered the windshield as you made it through the busy LA streets. Your eyes dart left, right, even peering through the rearview mirror before placing your eyes back on the road in front of you. No matter the amount of rain, all the drivers seemed to have acted as if it were their first time on the road. The slightest swerve from any car made goosebumps prickle your skin. 
You hated driving in the rain. Hated it so much that you tried to avoid it as much as possible, or have Neil take you where you needed to go — which he declined almost all the time. If it didn’t have anything to do with him, he didn’t see the need for him to chauffeur you around. 
“You’re a big girl. You don’t need me…” he would say lazily as he trudged back upstairs to converse with strangers he owed not a second to. As the years of your marriage crept by, the concern he had for you grew less and less. 
Which is why you decided to try this new venture all by yourself. Going to the gym wasn’t new to you but you thought that if you lost a few pounds of the marriage weight and toned up, that maybe, just maybe, Neil would take a first and a second look at you. But it seemed he was more interested in his job, games, and occasional women than you. 
It hurt in the beginning, being put second. But each hurtful moment just made your skin thicker and your feelings nonexistent. An exit out of your marriage was weighing heavily on you and, shamefully, you could admit that you had thought about darting towards that exit more than once. 
You thought about your failing marriage and all that would come if you decided to choose yourself just this once. How your family would feel and what they would think of you for ending a marriage that might have worked out. 
But when it came down to it… you were unhappy. The only thing that made you even crack a smile was the success at your job, and being one of the top performers there. With each promotion, your heart soared. Only for it to be broken the minute that you would tell Neil. 
He had a way of making your accomplishments an insult to his lackluster career and would even choose to sulk than congratulating you. One thing about you — stagnation was out of the question. You were either going to end this marriage as it was or try your hardest to bring the spark back. Even if Neil wasn’t the least bit interested in putting in the effort. 
Here you stand outside of the gym, clutching the nylon strap over your shoulder as you take a deep breath and pull open the door. The cool air of the industrial air conditioning system hits you in the face like a strong breeze. It felt welcoming and the air lingered with a faint citrus smell. 
You were met with the front desk, the top of it decked in marble, and the gold lettering in front of it beamed like no other. A woman flipped through the New Asgard Monthly Magazine behind it,  peeking over the current issue as you approached. She calmly placed it down and motioned for you to come closer. 
She had a warm smile that could go either way but you were determined to get this introduction over with so that you could start your new journey. With another deep breath taken, you stroll to the front desk, unzipping your duffel bag to present your wallet, in case you needed to present any identification. 
The woman studied you for a moment, giving you a once over before she began to speak, “Welcome to Valhalla Fitness, I am Eleni. Do you have a membership?” she smiled softly, giving you time to speak as she leaned further forward in her seat. 
You cleared your throat, adjusting the strap over your shoulder again, “N-no. I don’t. It’s one of the reasons why I’m here. I’d like to get one today if that’s possible,” it was if you were a little kid asking permission to sit at the lunch table with the cool kids. Every fiber of your being vibrated with heightened nerves as you stood. 
You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it seemed as if Eleni could see right through you or knew a secret about you that you didn’t even know. Either way, your anxiety finally settled when Eleni made a sound of glee, clapping her hands together before beginning to type on the screen in front of her. 
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The tall figure rose from his seat, stretching his legs as he lazily made his way toward the open  window. It showcased his newest investment, Valhalla Fitness. He scanned the crowd of gym goers, his eyes darting between the patrons putting in ample work, and those who were only there to look like they were exercising.
His schedule was the same seven days a week; not that he minded in the slightest bit. Being one of Earth’s mightiest defender for a decade, earned him a well-needed retirement. One that he had no problem taking as he searched for new ventures to dive into.  
He inspected the spacious gym once again, an unfamiliar sight stopping him in his tracks as he squinted down at the front desk. Deciding he had to have a closer look, he took his tablet in one hand and opened up the app for the security cameras. He selected the one behind the reception desk, aimed directly at the woman smiling gratefully at Eleni.
His curiosity got the best of him as he zoomed in, taking in the every dip and curve of your body that in his opinion didn't need working on. Just like Eleni, his eyes stayed on you in a less innocent way than hers, paying attention to the spread of you lips as you smiled or the way you shifted ever so slightly as you listened to Eleni. His tongue slid over the plump of his bottom lip, watching as you mouthed of information, causing Eleni to type in every word.  
How he wished he could hear how you sounded. 
“You’re staring, Thor. You never stare,” a sultry voice rang out behind him, but it did not not deter him from keeping his eyes on you. 
“I stare. When things or people are worthy of catching my eye. You should know that dear wife.”
A chuckle falls from her lips as a throaty moan escapes it a second later, “Yes, I know that look all too well. I used to be the cause of it,” she purrs, returning her attention back to the man feasting between her legs.
The sight of was nothing new for Thor. They had been married for centuries, bound together by arrangement rather than love. But from outside, people would never know or even hear anything more than the Mighty Thor and Valkyrie being madly in love with each other. 
In Thor’s experience, people  married for centuries developed certain tastes– and they weren't always for each other, as many would hope. A man or woman feasting on Thor’s wife was just another day for him. He had granted her wishes  long ago as, Valkyrie did the same. 
Though they never shared their bed with others — hotels were a very different story. 
Thor’s eyes remained trained on the camera, noting every smile or laugh.. Even the small tick in your eyebrow when it looked like you were asking a question. You were art and he wanted to get a closer look at his new visitor. 
He was all about making everyone at the fitness center feel welcome; and for you, he’d give you more than one tour if you asked him for it. Thor watched as Eleni passed over the welcome packet over to you, watching you punch in your new code as you walked past. 
Thor straightened his back, turning the tablet off and fixing his shirt. He strolled over to the door, craning his neck as he called up the stairs, “I’ll go greet our new customer. I’m sure you’ll be here for a while. Clean up after you’re done with the poor man. He’s been savoring your nectar for hours.”
“Hm, the nectar of an Asgardian is always addicting, my love. Maybe you’ll have some later?” Valkyrie croons over at him. 
“Don’t count on it, my dear. I’m sure you’ll be drunk with Asgardian mead by the time I’m done.” 
“You know me so well… Almost as if we were-”
The door opened and shut before she could even finish her sentence. 
Thor trudged down the stairs with purpose in every step. The closer he got to you, the more his loins warmed with fire. He had to hear you, your scent already caressing his nose like smell of a newly made weapon. 
He saw the uncertainty in your eyes as you were trying to decide which machine to use, biting at your lip furiously. It never dawned on you that someone was edging closer. The moment his voice filtered into your ears, you looked up, stopping your search on which device you would try first..
He extended his hand towards you as your name formed on his tongue. The softness of your hand compared to the callous surface of his only but made him want you more. To him you felt like nothing that belonged on this Earth. With you in his close proximity, the light vanilla scent caressed his nose as he easily towered over you. 
“Welcome to Valhalla Fitness. I am Thor, one of the owners of this fine establishment. I see you’ve gotten the welcome packet from Eleni. I would love to give you a proper tour of our facility, if you would like.”
The deep velvet coming from his mouth was all you needed to shake his hand and accept his tour invitation… 
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late-to-the-party-81 · 9 months
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Needy
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Request: Or, or! Lately, I have been plagued by the thought of a pouty, needy Thor 🥺❤️
He just wants to stay in with his girl, but she’s got errands to run and places to be, so Thor just sits around pouting, and waiting for her 😔
He goes from straight up begging her to stay, possibly in his knees, to sending her some ~spicy~ videos and pics while she’s gone, trying to lure her home again 😈
When she finally gets home, the big, soft bear that he is, he just envelops her, grabs her and holds her 🥺 Maybe he sits her on his cock, rubbing against her like a cat and purring, and refusing to let go until he falls asleep ❤️
AN: Thank you @lauratang - I’ve tackled your second suggestion first. I hope you enjoy the neediness… I’ve decided this is the same pairing as in my Kinktober 22 fic, Food for thought
Beta’d by @flordeamatista
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board by me.
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Summary: Thor is a needy menace.
Relationship: Thor x Agent!Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
CW: Needy Thor, suggestive language, sexting, masturbation, dirty talk, cock-warming, fluff
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“But I want you to stay…”
Oh god, the pathetic way those words came out of his mouth. It was both amusing and endearing at the same time. Unfortunately you didn’t have the time to indulge him, no matter how much you might want to.
“Thor. Stop it, you big baby. I told you. I have a shift to do and, because you keep eating me out of house and home, I need to stop at the compound store on the way in because there is nothing for me to take for lunch.”
He at least had the good grace to look chagrined at your retort, but it didn’t lessen his pout any.
“I will go to the store for you, Skatt. Just stay here with me and I will buy you all the jaffa cookies…”
“Cakes…”
“...Jaffa cakes you like. I will peel them and feed them to you.” He stalked closer to you, blue eyes narrowed, and you giggled as you stepped back, trapped against the hall wall. He lent forward, arms braced either side of your head, his hair swinging in both your faces. “I’ll even do that thing you like…”
With a giggle you ducked under his arm, and gave a slap to his ass.
“Cool it, hot stuff. There’ll be time for that later. I have to go.”
Your giggle turned into a full on laugh when he grabbed your hand and dropped to his knees in front of you. He pushed up your top and pressed his face to your stomach, littering it with kisses.
“But I might be dead later. How do I go on living without you here? I need you, little one. There is no air without you.”
“Okay, cool it, Shakespeare.” Leaning over you pressed a kiss to his mouth and the another to his forehead, somehow extricating your hand from his in the process. “I’ll be back before you know it. Now, sit. Stay.”
You slipped out of the door, shaking your head with a smile on your face. 
Your God of a boyfriend was so sappy sometimes.
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You were in the middle of a meeting, your team leader droning on about mandatory refresher training, reading aloud from their sloppy powerpoint presentation, when you felt the buzz of your phone in your pocket.
Surreptitiously you pulled it out and glanced down
Thor: I miss you, kjære. What are you doing?
You weren’t really in a position to answer him, so you turned your phone over and rested it in your lap under the table.
Buzz
Stifling a sigh you flipped it over again.
Thor: I’m so lonely without you 🥺🥺😭❤️
Buzz
Thor: When do you get home?
You decided to risk it, and started tapping away, glancing back up every few characters.
You: in a meeting. Home at 4. Read a book/have a nap. Speak later. xoxo
You turned the vibrate alert off and slipped your phone back in your pocket, turning your attention back to the meeting. Supporting the Avengers in keeping the earth safe definitely wasn’t all glamour and parades. Sometimes it was lame Powerpoint presentations…
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When your meeting finally finished you were glad that it was lunch time. You’d managed to pick up an overpriced packaged salad at the store on your way in and were looking forward to tucking in, but first you needed to go to the washroom.
After you dried your hands, you remembered your phone so as you exited the washroom, hand on the door, you pulled it from your pocket. The screen lit up as you touched it, showing a litany of messages. You rolled your eyes and stopped in the hallway outside the washroom, leaning on the wall as you opened your texts… and then immediately pressed the screen to your chest, looking around furtively to make sure that no-one had caught a glimpse of your screen. Luckily the corridor was empty.
With more aplomb than you ever thought you’d had, you made your way down the hall to the closest empty conference room. You bolted inside, turned the lock and pulled the window shades so you couldn’t be observed. Your body sank into one of the conference chairs, and with trembling hands pulled your phone away from your shirt.
First was another text.
Thor: I tried to sleep, min skatt, but being on the bed made me think of you.
Then, under that was a picture. It was of Thor’s torso, from the waist down, naked apart from a tight pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the bulge within them.
Thor: I need you to come help me. I ache for you.
The last message was followed by a video thumbnail. Underneath the white play symbol in the middle of the image was Thor’s torso once again. You could feel your heart racing, and your mouth was dry as your thumb inched towards your screen and tapped it.
“I need you, little one.” Thor’s deep voice sounded over your phone speaker, laden with desire and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of it. He had the camera pointed at his tented briefs, and then his other hand came in shot, stroking and groping over the soft cotton, a light tease. “How could you leave me alone so cruelly, when you know I ache for you every minute of every day? How am I supposed to survive this torture?”
His hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts to take hold of himself, and you watched, transfixed as he started to jerk himself, the tip of his cock poking out of the top of the fabric. Fuck! You could even see a pearl of precum forming in his slit. 
With each stroke he exposed more and more of himself to the camera, moaning wantonly and talking dirty to you from behind it.
“Norns, if you were here, kjære, I’d worship you so. I would feast on you, over and over, just to hear you calling my name  so loud that all of Midgard and Vahalla would know who was pleasuring you. I need to feel you around my cock. I need your warmth. Your wetness. Hurry home, love.”
The video came to an end and you just sat there, engulfed in a state of confused arousal. 
When had Thor learnt how to sext? And how on earth were you supposed to continue with your day knowing that he was waiting at home for you like that? How were you supposed to just sit in the canteen to have your lunch with your pussy pulsing in your now sodden underwear? 
Curse Thor! 
Curse the handsome bastard to Jotunheim and back.
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Somehow you made it through to the end of your shift, although you were obviously distracted, and twice you snuck off to the bathroom, now with your earbuds, to watch the video again. You also managed not to message Thor back, not wanting to give him any reaction that might make matters better worse. 
You practically jogged through the main doors and reception of the accommodation part of the compound, swiping your card to access the private elevator and sending it straight to the floor where you stayed with your Asgardian boyfriend. When it stopped, you stepped out, ready to give him a piece of your mind for teasing you all day, but immediately found yourself caught up in a pair of burly arms.
“You’re home! At last!” He pressed kisses all over your face, before capturing your lips. 
You squeaked as he hefted you in his arms, his kisses overwhelming your senses. 
Before you knew it he was pressing you down onto the bed, his hands shedding you of your clothes. It was when his flesh came into contact with yours that you realised he was already naked. His cock nudged your thigh as one of his hands spread your legs apart, cupping your pussy and teasing your entrance.
“So my little message to you did have an effect.” 
You snorted. “Of course it did, you bastard. I was working, not dead… oh fuck!” Your sarcastic retort was cut off as he pressed two fingers into you, stretching you out. As he did so, he continued to kiss up and down your neck, nuzzling into you. You moaned, your lust and arousal overriding your need to chew him out for his antics. Your back arched as you sucked air into your lungs, your body so tantalisingly close to the edge.
Then he pulled his fingers away and you whined.
“Thor!”
“I know, skatt. I know. It’s how I’ve felt all day. But I’ll make it better, really soon.”
He rolled the pair of you onto your sides and hooked your upper leg over his hip, opening you to him, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pressed his thick cock inside you. His arms wrapped around your body, ensuring there wasn’t even the slightest gap between you. His lips brushed your hair, your temples, your eyelids, and then he kissed your mouth again. You opened to him like a flower in bloom, eager for his impassioned love-making, but when you tried to roll your hips he held them still. 
“Relax, little one. You’ve been at work all day. You must be tired. Have a nap, my love.”
Your jaw dropped. “But… but… you… all day… I thought…” A roughened finger covered your lips, silencing you.
“I’m right where I want to be. Where I need to be. And I’ll still be here when you wake up. Then, kjære, I will worship you as I promised. But just give me this, let me enjoy you. Besides, you’ll need your energy for later.”
He continued with his soft kisses and caresses, his cock buried deep within you, and despite your scepticism about your ability to go to sleep with him like that, you soon felt your eyes closing again, your body going lax as slumber started to encase you. 
The last thing you heard before sinking into the soft depths was Thor’s voice, gently rumbling in your ear. “I love you, min skatt. You are the most precious treasure in the nine realms.”
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bonkywobble · 1 year
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Kinktober ‘22 - Day 2
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Day 2 - Thigh Riding/Electro Play with Thor Odinson
Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!reader
Word count: 402
Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): thigh riding, foreplay, electric stimulation. Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.
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A/N: Day 2 let’s go! Divider by @firefly-graphics.
Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist
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There’d never been a need to complain until now. He’d promised nothing but passion, stating all gods have an equal lack of self control - it’s just that every single one has different triggers. With you being his, naturally. The looks he’d thrown your way tonight between neon lighting and thrumming crowds waving their dignity away suggested self-indulgence of the best kind was on the menu for later. And now that it is later he dares to hold back, to tease you like a carrot dangling in front of a rabbit?
Unacceptable.
“The audacity of gods,” you gasp, head leaning against the stained brickwork. “I’m never dressing up for you again.”
Thor’s grip tightens and you feel a dull ache in your wrists, the vibration from his chuckles travelling into your neck and joining the reverberations from the bass inside. “If I recall correctly, you were the one who suggested trying something new.” Plush lips give way to sharp teeth, a grin following the next bite. “Is this not new enough for you, my love?”
You unsuccessfully attempt to hold back your moans, abandoning your efforts altogether as you feel his large, rough hand snake underneath your dress and a single finger pull your panties to the side. There’s a shock and you convulse for a second, hips bucking as the electricity stings your clit. 
“Fuck!” You gasp.
He leans in some more, tapping your nub once more and sending a current of pain and pleasure through you before pushing a broad, wool woven clad thigh between your spread legs. Tipping his head back you now see rather than feel the smirk on his face, complemented by the literal lightning that dances in his eyes, “You should be more patient.”
It’s instinct now, the way you gyrate against his pants - too far gone to think of anything else but chasing that release, lest the man with a hundred lifetimes extends his patience. Your mouths are a hair breadths away, the god of thunder stealing your desperate stutters away like a dragon admiring his finest hoard. “I- I’m- oh, fuck me- I’m gonna-”
“Cum?” He muttered, “I hope so, pretty spark.”
His thigh and electrified fingers work in tandem, rubbing against your wet heat once, twice more before the divinity-induced waves rush through your body. 
ThorThorThor-
The god in question - in praise - can be generous sometimes. He promises this too.
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in honor of me reaching a whole 1,000(+) followers i've decided to accept drabble requests!! ♡
before that though, i want to say a heartfelt thank you to all of you. i know i said it often before so it may not hold as much weight anymore, but i truly, honestly appreciate every single one of you. watching my follower count grow had/has been both baffling and humbling. i can't stop myself from feeling undeserving, yet at the same time it fills me with so much joy knowing that whatever i'm doing has made some of you wanna stick around for a bit longer. i don't speak with you lot very much (though tbh, i wish i did - pls message me more!!) but still knowing that there are people out there who are willing, and sometimes eager, to read anything i write makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and gross inside. so thank you. i love y'all ♡
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okay now that the ~feelings are out of the way, let's get to the drabbles! below are some links for prompts that you can choose from, or if you don't see anything you like you can send in your own; however, with that, i will still have final say of whether i'm comfortable writing it or not, so pls understand :)
here are the prompt lists ❀ smütty one-liners | fluffy | friends to lovers | soft intimacy
i will definitely write for:
steve rogers
bucky barnes
wanda maximoff
loki laufeyson
i am willing to try writing for:
thor odinson
sam wilson
natasha romanov
or potentially other marvel characters
i'll be taking requests for this until saturday (3/30/24) so if there's something you wanna see me write pls make sure to put the prompt and the list it came from, the character, and that it's for the 1k drabble celebration :)
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thesugarclubs-blog · 8 months
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Shut Up & Kiss Me - Thor Odinson x OC
warnings: college au, frat boy thor, friends to lovers, he falls first, jealousy, alcohol and drug use, soft smut, 18+
word count: 9.7k
WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1364030736-shut-up-kiss-me-gracie
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“Brother, this is an insane plan and you know it,” Loki rubbed his hand over his brow and rolled his eyes. 
Thor tossed the roll of green streamers in his hand up the stairs and over the railing, “What - what plan? This party is for you! I don’t - I don’t know what you mean” 
With a satisfied grin, the blonde slid into the living room to double-check the bar set up. Grass skirts, coconuts and brightly colored flowers flowed through the frat house, with bright twinkle lights illuminating the hallways. It was going to be a perfect night. 
To celebrate his brother, of course. No other reason. 
“Thor, if you wanted to impress this girl, you could have just asked her out like a normal person,” the dark-haired man quipped as he followed his brother through the house.
“This party is for you! We’re excited to have you in our fraternity, let us celebrate that! The fact that the yellow of these flowers compliment Gracie’s blue eyes has nothing to do with anything,” Thor paused, running a hand into his long blonde hair, “I mean, uh, what girl? I don’t even know who you’re talking about”
He watched his brother narrow his eyes at him, his signature smirk settling on his face as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. 
"Of course, you don't," he chuckled. "I'm certainly not talking about the girl who could very well take you in beer pong any day of the week. Or the girl who laughs at all of your jokes no matter how ridiculously not funny they are." 
Thor swayed back and forth on his legs, looking anywhere but at Loki's face knowing his true intentions had already absolutely been made but determined to hide the fact that he was itching for Gracie to walk through the door. That big, sweet smile on her face with her long brown hair that smelled like cherry blossoms falling down her back.
He knew he had it bad for her. He also knew that his friends, especially his brother, were going to make his life miserable because he just might make a fool of himself, but Thor didn't care. 
“She laughs at my jokes because they are funny, brother. It’s you who thinks that they aren’t funny. And what if this whole party had an ulterior motive? I want to see her and be around her. Plus, I just don’t know how to actually ask her out. I choked when I tried to do that, which is why I invited her to the party instead!” Thor hated being this vulnerable, especially around Loki.
Loki studied him, taping his finger against his face. "Then I suppose we should make it a party she never forgets then."
"Aye! I knew you would be excited!" Thor shook his brother by the shoulders, redirecting him into the kitchen where Korg was setting up the drink bar. 
"I found it," he held up a pretty bottle of light blue booze that looked like the ocean, "it was the last bottle, unlucky for the little old lady that tried to take it from me. Put up quite the fight."
Thor smiled brightly as he nodded toward Korg. "Yes! You can’t have Jungle Juice without that stuff. It makes everything taste like Kool-aid." 
Meanwhile, Loki sighed, very likely thinking he just might want to hole up in his room with a book for the party's duration. "The last time you made that, everyone went streaking down the street, you realize that, right?"
"But that's what makes it more fun!" Thor encouraged, clapping his brother on the shoulders. He walked over to the kitchen counter and began cutting up the fruit that would be going into the cooler for the juice concoction.
As he continued to prep, Thor let his mind wander to the beautiful girl he was hoping would show up tonight. Not that she would ever miss a party, but that small part of him always feared that he would have to go a day without hearing her musical laugh take over his mind, or not get to see the way her eyes lit up when it started raining. 
The way her dark hair flowed over her shoulders, covering the small sunflower tattoo that sat on her shoulder blade. It was how he'd gotten his nickname for her. That and the special way she brightened any room she walked into. 
"Thor!" A booming voice sounded through the kitchen and pulled the blonde from inside his head. 
Shaking his head once, he peered up and grinned when he saw Sam standing in front of him, "Wilson! How's it going, man?" He rounded the counter and slapped his hand into his friends, "DJ booth is set up in the backyard for you! Creative freedom my friend, whatever you want to play to get everyone dancing!"
"Man you know everyone's always dancing when I'm around," he said, puffing up his chest proudly, "I also have a little something for you in the mix so you can make the move on your girl." 
Thor felt the heat creep up his cheeks at the comment as Sam wiggled his brows playfully. Clearly, he hadn't been as good at hiding his feelings from his friends as he thought. 
"Secret's safe with me, just please do something about that tonight for the love of god." 
He smiled and tapped the blonde's shoulder as he made his way through the kitchen. Thor turned quickly shouting in his direction before he made it out the sliding door, "No Marvin Gaye tonight, Wilson!" he shouted. 
"Boy everybody loves some Marvin Gaye!" Sam roared back from the backyard swinging his hands up in the air as the others snickered in the kitchen.
Thor was getting nervous. Dancing with her will put him in very close proximity to her. Touching her and smelling that sweet smell that always drove him insane. There was something about her that attracted him to her like a moth to a flame. “Right. Let’s not go there.” He mumbled under his breath.
“Let’s not go where?” Thor turned around and saw Quill with a condescending smile on his face. He didn’t like that smile. For some reason, it made him nervous. 
“Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself. Making sure that everything is good for the party. You know, have enough to drink, make sure that the ping pong table is set up for the beer pong tournament later. That sort of thing.” He was rambling now, and he was hoping that Quill didn’t catch on to that. 
“Beer pong, you say?” he asks. “I’m great at beer pong. In fact, I can and will kick everyone’s asses.” Thor knew that he was bragging about himself and knew damn well that Quill always did this when he wanted to get his competitive side out to play. He couldn’t have that. He needed this night to go perfectly.
Thor rolled his eyes. He didn't know why Quill always got an invite to his parties, but he did. "I guess we'll have to see how good your skill is later then," he smiled.
Peter grabbed a beer from the cooler and nodded smugly, "Oh you definitely will," and with that, he sauntered off into the forming crowd. 
From that point on, the front door of the house didn't close for a second as person after person piled in and the party grew. Thor greeted his friends, smiling at them as they wandered through, clapping him on the shoulder and already telling him what a great party this was. But his eyes never left the front door, just waiting for the pair of blue eyes he'd been longing to see all day. 
"Hey man," A familiar voice slung his arm around Thor's neck and pulled his attention away as he focused on the man in front of him, "Thanks for the invite! Pía and I love your parties, but the luau theme for Loki seems a bit strange," Bucky joked. 
"Loki loves luau's," Thor chuckled nervously, flickering his eyes back to the door as more people walked in. 
Pía giggled and shook her head as she wrapped her arms around Bucky's waist, "No Gracie loves luau’s, I don't think Loki cares at all," she nodded her head towards the wall where the dark hair man was leaning, scanning the crowd with a soft mischievous grin on his lips.
Thor groaned, "Wow P, I thought we were friends." 
Bucky chuckled into Pía's hair as he pulled her closer to him and she smiled brightly. "We are you big lug but, so are Gracie and I aaand I already put in some good words for you... though I didn't really have to sell you much." 
The brunette winked at Thor and he smiled bashfully. Gracie and Pía were good friends, it was how he was introduced to her in the first place. In a writing class neither of them- or their friends frankly - knew why they were taking but they were still happy to be there and their poems weren't half bad either. 
"Just be you T, that's what makes her smile."
Just be you. “Easier said than done, P,” he mumbled, remembering how tongued tied and nervous he got every time he tried to talk to her. “But I’ll try just for you.”
“Good. Now, where-“but Pia’s words muffled into the background as Thor’s vision snapped to the doorway. All of his focus was on the one person that had  just come through the door. 
She’s here.
Gracie walked through the front door of the house, her brown hair partially pulled back with a flower tucked into it. Her outfit was bright, consisting of a Hawaiian shirt tied into a crop at her waist and a grass skirt, a small sliver of sunkissed skin peeking out between the two.
Thor couldn't make himself look away until Bucky tapped him on the side of the head. "Hey - hi!"
"Hey Thor," Gracie grinned as she sauntered over, doing a quick spin in front of him, "What do you think? Is this on theme?" 
Thor's bright eyes travelled over her, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. Everything escaped his mind and he knew that he was just staring at her but the right combination of words wouldn't form on his tongue. The small sliver of sunkissed skin that peeked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt captured all of his attention. 
"I - you look," Pía nudged his ribs and made him shake his head once, "you look great, very Hawaiian," 
Bucky sighed from beside him, and tried to stifle a laugh, "How about we get you girls a drink?" 
With that, he placed a kiss onto Pía's temple, and wrapped his arm around Thor, pulling him away towards the bar, "what the hell was that, man?" he mumbled with a smirk when they were away from the girls.
Thor groaned, tilting his head back as they made their way into the kitchen causing Bucky to laugh again. "Seriously Thor, if you're gonna make any move onto Gracie then you have to actually put a sentence together." 
He leaned against the counter, gripping the edge of it as Pia and Gracie made their way through the sea of people stopping every few moments to talk to someone else. His focus was solely on the girl whose smile lit up the entire room and every fibre within him. A small plastic shot glass thumped him directly in the forehead. 
"Earth to Thor." Bucky grinned, "Did you even hear a word I said?" 
Thor tossed the plastic shot glass back at his friend, "Every time I look at her, I turn into this... giant puddle of Gracie-made Jello. How am I supposed to talk to her?" 
Bucky scrunched his face, "that was probably the most disgusting thing I've heard. Gracie made jello?" He shook his head with a quick shudder of his shoulders as the corners of his mouth turned up, "Ask her to play a game. Start there and see where the night takes ya, pal." He handed two cups to Thor, "Talking to a girl you like isn't as scary as it feels."
"Easy for you to say," Thor countered. "You can talk to anyone in this room. Once she actually talks to me I just... clam up," he grumbled. "It sucks."
Bucky's laugh echoed through the kitchen and he shook his head, before pounding back a shot of whiskey, "Man, you remember how long it took me to talk to Pía right? And even then she was the one who barged into my dorm and made me talk," he placed his hand on Thor's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, "now take a shot and go play darts with your girl" 
"She's not my girl," Thor mumbled before grabbing the shot from in front of him and swallowing it down. His blue eyes drifted back over to Gracie and a soft smile tugged at his lips as her laugh eclipsed the room. He grabbed two of the jello shots and with a deep breath, headed in her direction. 
He could do this. 
Thor cleared his throat loudly and interrupted the monologue the girls had managed to get Tony started on, "Sorry to steal Gracie away, but she promised to do a shot with me, and it's time to pay up," he managed to get out with a slight shake in his breath. 
"Oh yes of course," Gracie linked her arm with his, making his breath catch in his throat, "Sorry Tony, not that this conversation about nuclear physics isn't riveting but I did promise," She shrugged quickly before pulling Thor across the room.
She tugged his body, though she didn't have to pull him along behind her very hard. Thor would follow her no matter where she went. She lead them towards a corner of the room that wasn't as crowded as the rest before dropping his arm and leaning against the wall behind her. Gracie smiled up at him with a sigh, "You have perfect timing." She cooed. 
Thor sucked in a breath, mourning the loss of her warmth against his skin as he shoved out a jello shot toward her. "Tony likes to talk."
She smiled, taking the shot from him. Her fingers brushed against his own forcing his eyes wide at the subtle shock his system felt. "The last thing I wanted to do tonight was listen to him drone on about some other new extravagant project he started. We all know he's going to take over the world with robots, he doesn't have to remind us every five minutes." Gracie laughed holding up her shot. "Ready Thunder?"
“Not at all,” he muttered under his breath but diffused her perplexed expression with a wide grin.
He tapped his shot against hers and then tipped it into his mouth, keeping his eyes on Gracie as she did the same. He coughed and spluttered at the sight of his Sunflower, head thrown back and eyes closed, giving a groan of satisfaction as the sweetness of the jelly hit her tongue.
Her eyes whipped open as she eyed him with concern at his choking.
“You OK there big guy?”
Thor cleared his throat and coughed once more as he nodded. "J-just went down wrong," he answered. Thor wiped his mouth with his hand, hoping there wasn't a mess all over his face. "Did you like that flavor? I... I can get you another one."
Gracie giggled and nodded her head, "I love every flavor, but you know I'm always up for anything," She grinned widely and placed her hand on his bicep, "ANOTHER!" she called, shooting the plastic cup high into the air and watching as it landed perfectly in the garbage bag that hung off the door to the back yard. 
Thor's eyes widened and flickered between her and the shot she just made as the crowd erupted into applause and hollers. That's his Sunflower. 
"That was incredible!" The blonde grinned at her, grabbing two more from a tray Natasha was holding on her way outside. 
"Hey, that was for Clint! If we get him drunk enough he said he'll shoot stuff off someone's head with his bow!" She quipped, furrowing her brow.
"Last time he did that he shot a hole in the side of the house!" 
Natasha grinned, stealing the shots right out of Thor's hands, "He promised Loki he'd shoot at the giant tree instead this time." She tossed him a wink before sliding out of the back door. 
"That could be interesting," Gracie grinned looping her arm through his, "C'mon big guy, let's get more shots and go see if Clint can shoot a beer can off my head."
Thor followed in the direction that Gracie pulled him like an eager puppy, practically projecting heart eyes at her back as she led them through the room and out into the backyard.
There was a group of people gathered by the largest tree in the yard, whooping encouragement at a grinning Clint, who span in slow circles with his bow raised. He saw Thor over the crowd and pointed his bow at him, waving him over to join them but Thor shook his head with a smile.
They found another tray of jello shots, grape this time, and Gracie picked up two with a whoop.
“Down the hatch!” She almost shouted, jumping with enthusiasm as he matched her energy and downed two shots of his own.
Gracie cheered loudly, managing to distract herself enough that she stumbled and crashed into Thor’s chest, who wrapped a protective arm around her. He thought his heart would explode when she stared up at him and giggled sweetly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Easy there," he said softly, hoping she could hear him. "Let's not get yourself hurt," Thor swore he could see Gracie's cheeks turn pink as she patted both hands against his chest. 
"I'm okay!" she hollered over the music. "Do you dance?" she asked, having already forgotten about Clint and his bow. It probably wouldn't have been the best idea anyway.
Thor prayed she couldn’t feel his pounding heart deep in his chest. This was farther than he’d ever imagined actually getting with her, and the way the twinkle lights caught the blue of her iris’ get distracting him from the actual events happening all around them. 
“Of - of course, I dance, I’m a great dancer,” he stuttered, his gaze snapping up from her as Sam hollered at him. 
Gracie nodded her head towards the crowd of people swaying in the middle of the yard and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. 
“Alright, alright, this next one goes out to our gracious host! Thor Odinson and the fraternity of Gamma Asgard Chi!”
Sweet Child of Mine by Guns n’ Roses blared through the speakers and the wide grin on Gracie’s face told him everything. 
She jumped up and down as the words of the song flowed like a melody out of her lips, and Thor could have sworn everything inside of him melted at the sight of his girl singing his favourite song word for word.
Thor grinned watching her, his heart pounding and heat creeping up his neck. His eyes flickered to Sam who tossed him a wink and encouraging nod. Gracie lifted his hand in the air above her as she twirled, laughing with her head tilted back and eyes crinkled with joy. He sucked in a deep breath and began to move with her. She dropped her hand from him, smiling and singing away as she stepped in front of him and swayed with the song. 
Gracie stumbled slightly in the grass again and on instinct his hands shot out to her waist, holding her steady. What he didn't expect was for her to lean back into his chest, her hands up in the air and giggled peering over her shoulder up at him. Her eyes twinkled under the light as she mouthed a thank you to him.
The broadest grin in the world spread across his face, making his cheeks ache joyfully. Then, to his utter disbelief, Gracie wrapped one of her arms around the back of his neck and twirled her fingers through strands of his hair. She swayed her hips to the music, rubbing against him, and he swallowed thickly. 
He tried to move the lower half of his body away, just a little, but Gracie took her other hand and laced her fingers through his where they rested on her hip and pulled him closer.
Thor took a deep breath before deciding to go with it. He rested his head on her shoulder and swayed his hips with her along with the music. "You're a pretty good dancer," he said into her ear so she could hear him." Across the yard, he could see Peter as he leaned against the house, his eyes locked on Gracie. I don't think so.
"Thor! Gracie!" A chirpy voice sounded through the crowd bringing Thor's attention back to the crowd just as Wanda wrapped her arms around Gracie. 
"Hey, you two! Having a good time?" Thor asked as he clapped his hand into Vision’s, with a wide grin. 
"Always! You guys do throw the best parties on campus," Wanda complimented, flashing a knowing smile at him as her eyes moved between him and the brunette beside his side, "We won't keep you though, we just wanted to say hi! We'll come find you later!" The redhead grinned, pulling her boyfriend away with her. 
Thor shook his head with an awkward laugh and watched them walking away, Wanda mouthing something to him and pointing between the two of them. He watched as she turned her attention back to Vision, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile and placing a kiss on his jawline. It made Thor's heart soar to see his friends finally happy together. 
As he spun to grab Gracie once more, he was meant with Quill's cocky smirk and watched as he tried to wrap his arm around Gracie's waist. 
"Come on, sweetheart, dance with me!" He cooed, a pout coming to his lips, "You know I'm a better dancer than that meathead!"
"I wouldn't say that," Gracie strained attempting to pull herself from Quill's grip, "ugh Peter you smell like a dive bar." 
"Just havin' a good time, beautiful, which clearly you aren't here with this guy." Quill jutted his chin in Thor's direction. Annoyance flooded him as he shoved Quill's shoulder. 
"Pretty sure she doesn't want you touching her Quill. Keep your hands to yourself." Thor warned as the idiot in front of him threw up his hands in mock surrender with a snide grin. 
He felt Gracie step around him, her fingers tangling into the hem of his shirt, "C'mon let's get something to drink." She pleaded as her eyes flickered from him to Quill. 
"Oh don't be like that Gracie girl, come play beer pong with me! If you win I'll give you a prize." Quill winked and licked his lips, making Thor grimace with disgust.
“Ew, no,” Gracie squealed, screwing up her nose and shaking her head.
“C’mon Gracie, unless you’re… chicken?”
Gracie froze mid-turn and Thor could feel Peter’s challenge thrumming through her veins. She trembled as she warred with herself, wanting to ignore the arrogant junior but aching to put him in his place. Thor saw the moment she’d decided and just as she began to turn back he blurted words he’d probably regret later.
“I’ll do it! I mean, I’ll play you at beer pong.”
Quill eyed him with interest. “What are the stakes?”
“I’ll dance with the winner!” Gracie offered, although the grimace she gave told Thor she’d spoken before thinking… again.
“Nice. I’m down,” Quill nodded, making his way over to the beer pong table.
“Come on, Thunder,” Gracie smiled weakly. “You gotta win for me. There’s only one pair of hands I want on my ass tonight when I’m dancing and they sure ain’t Quill’s.”
Thor's eyes widened but his smile broadened. "I'll win for you, Gracie. I have no doubt."
"I'm counting on you, big guy," She winked, taking his hand in hers as they followed Peter back into the dining room. 
There was loud cheering flowing through the house and when they entered it became apparent why. Miek and Bruce had taken over the beer pong table and had apparently been beating everyone in the room. With four cups still in front of them, Bruce turned his back to the table and sunk another shot, leaving Steve and Bucky with only one cup left. 
"Let's go, Bruce!!" Natasha screamed, nudging her shoulder into Tony. 
Stark through his hands in the air and looked up at the ceiling, "Oh come on! He's cheating!" 
"Don't be such a sore loser, Stark!" Natasha quipped. 
"He's using math to win, that's cheating!" 
"Just because you weren't smart enough to figure out the formula, doesn't mean I can't" Bruce shot back with a wide grin. 
An echo of "ouus" sounded through the room as Tony shook his head and stormed back outside, leaving them to finish their game. Thor smiled once again and nodded as he watched his friends enjoying themselves, until he felt a small squeeze on his hand, bringing his attention back to the woman beside him. 
"You got this right?" Gracie smiled softly. 
"I would never let you down," Thor answered softly.
Something akin to pride flickered in her eyes as she flashed him another one of her winning smiles and turned her attention back to the table, cheering with the crowd when Bruce landed his ball in the last cup on Steve and Bucky's side. 
"Come on man!" Steve cursed, picking up the cup and chugging it down. Pia wrapped herself around Bucky from behind. His friend's eyes flickered over to him and then down to where his and Gracie's hands were still connected. Pia flashed him a knowing grin as Quill pushed through the group of celebratory high-fives. 
"Alright, you losers! Time to give up the table!" He hollered. 
"That's not how that works Quill!" 
Thor sighed shaking his head, "Let'em have the table boys, I've got some ass to kick." Suddenly confident as he smirked at Quill.
Thor stepped up to Bucky’s side of the table where his friend was already setting up more cups while Pía grabbed some more beer to fill them with.
“Playing for your girl?” Bucky smirked.
“She’s not my…”
“Yeah he is,” Gracie grinned, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands. “He’s fighting for my honor like a knight in shining armor!”
Thor rubbed his hand down his face as Bucky handed him the ball and then he turned to Quill who’d taken up position at the other end of the table.
Quill smirked and Thor rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck, rolling the ball between his large hands.
“Do you need me to blow on it for luck?” Gracie asked him.
Turning to look at Gracie, Thor swore his mouth was hitting the floor. She'd gotten really bold tonight, but he wasn't complaining in the slightest. "Sure," he told her, putting the ball in front of her. "My beautiful good luck charm."
Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist carefully bringing his hand closer to her lips. He silently cursed the gods as his gaze met hers and she parted her lips making a soft o shape and blew gently. Gracie's warm breath fanned over his fingers and the chanting around them faded into muffled white noise as he stared at the girl who had been the object of his obsession for months. 
She pulled back, letting her hand linger for a moment before giving him an encouraging nod toward the table. 
"T-thanks" he stuttered with a lopsided grin finding it hard to peel his gaze away from her. 
"Are you two done? Or can we get on to me winning now?" Quill's sharp voice broke the trance he was in as he dragged his eyes to the drunken fool on the other side of the table.
“You gonna blow my balls now too? Fair’s fair,” Quill added with a leer.
“From what I can see you only have one, and even that’s debatable,” Gracie quipped and Thor couldn’t help the snort of laughter that left his lips.
“That’s my girl,” he rumbled, his adoration for his Sunflower overriding his nerves for once. 
Or maybe it was the shots.
“Am I?” Gracie asked sweetly, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“I…I mean…” he blustered.
“Just take the damn shot Odinson,” Quill shouted.
With a growl of frustration, Thor launched the ball towards the other end of the table, fully intending to clobber Quill between the eyeballs with it but it landed squarely in one of the cups.
“Ha! Drink up, Quill!” Thor was surprised he got the first one in. If he continued to focus on trying to hit Quill’s face, maybe, he’d win this thing. And maybe he’d actually get one in between his eyeballs.
“Yes!” Gracie yelled,  jumping with excitement. At the other end of the table, Quill groaned in disapproval. 
But Thor didn’t even acknowledge Quill or anyone else around them. He just kept looking at Gracie and the smile that lit up her face. He was utterly fucked. Fuck. 
“My turn now, Thunder boy,” Quill shouted from the other side of the table. “This is the only one you’ll be able to get.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that, Quill? You think I can’t actually beat you in this or is it that you’re scared now?” He volleyed back, gaining confidence. 
“No,” Quill said with a mocking smile, “I am not scared. You won’t be able to get another shot because you’ll be too drunk to do it.”
Thor watched as Quill launched a ball and it banked off a cup and onto the table, making Thor chuckle. "Miss!"
"Come on! It's distracting in here!" Quill countered. 
Rolling his eyes, Thor picked up the ball and launched it into the air. He smirked as it sank into the second cup. "Two to one."
“You’re doing so good Thor, I knew you would,” Gracie encouraged.
Bucky and Pía shot Thor a pointed look and he rolled his eyes so damn hard that he missed Quill planting a ball into one of his cups. 
“Shit,” Thor hissed in frustration, shooting the bet as quickly as he could but landed his next throw squarely in one of Quill’s cups.
“Another hit!” Gracie squealed with excitement, wrapping her hands around Thor’s bicep and squeezing tightly.
Thor focused on the way her hands were, so soft and warm against his skin - and thinking of other places where he wanted both of her hands. 
“Thor?” she asked, with a heavy breath. 
“Wha-. Oh yes, the game. Sorry, got distracted for a moment.” He got distracted alright.
He chuckled and stepped back as Quill hit in a second shot, making the score even back out. Thor grumbled as he rolled the Ping pong ball in his hand for a few seconds before he took his shot just as Quill bumped the table, causing him to miss. "Hey! That's foul play!"
"What are you talking about?!" Quill shouted back, "You hit the table yourself!!"
Hollers and input sounded from the crowd as they argued about whose fault it was. There was no way Thor was going to lose to Quill because he was a cheater. His blue eyes drifted down to the brunette beside him before looking back up, seeing Clint standing beside the table, closer to Quill's side. 
Thor stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled, silencing the room, "Barton, you're closest, what's the call?" 
Clint thought for a moment, looking between the two players. He was one of Thor's most honest friends and there was no way the guy everyone referred to as Hawkeye was going to miss any details of the play. He was the best ref they could have asked for. 
"Foul on the table, Quill loses a cup and Thor gets the ball back!" Clint concluded, earning a groan and protest from Peter, but with one look from Clint, he knew the decision was final. 
The game pressed on almost going cup for cup as the boys played for Gracie's honor. It seemed silly in his mind that this was how he had to prove himself, and he knew deep down that she would never go for someone like Quill, but Thor's competitive spirit surged through his veins, needing to protect his sunflower from the dark rain cloud that was Peter Quill. His cocky attitude somehow always won him the favor of many girls on campus, but not this one. Not his girl. 
It came down to Peter having one cup in front of him, while Thor had two. The tension in the room from the crowd that had gathered could have been cut with a knife and a flash of pride rose in Thor's chest. Everyone loved a good competition.
“Son of a bitch!” Thor exclaimed as Peter’s ball hit the rim of the cup and teetered for a moment before plopping into the beer.
Quill proceeded to thrust his hips like he was in a solitary dance-off, jeering loudly at Thor. 
The blonde giant looked down at his Sunflower, almost cringing at the desperation in her eyes.
“I’m supposed to dance with you, Thor,” she whispered, and he felt her finger wrap around his.
He didn’t even realise what was happening until it did. Gracie slipped the ball out of his hand and he swore she didn’t even break eye contact with him as she tossed it. It was only the cheers from the crowd and Bucky’s slap to his shoulder that told him she’d landed the shot.
But he didn't care about that or anything else except the woman that was looking back at him with heat in her eyes. "How did you do that?” he asks impressed by his little Sunflower. 
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Gracie winked up at him, coming closer to him, “Plus, I wasn’t going to let him win because all night I’ve wanted a reason to do this-”
She kissed him. It took him a second for his brain to catch up with what was happening but when he did, he kissed her back. He kissed her like a man starved for water. They moved apart, both of them breathing heavily. But Thor wasn’t done with her. Gaining confidence, he placed his hands on the sides of her neck and kissed her again, bringing her closer to his body.
His hands tangled into her hair, exploring every inch of her skin and it was just as soft if not more than he’d ever dreamed. Tiny flickers of electricity danced from his fingertips, tickling her skin and making her wiggle beneath his touch. The movement only made him want more. The entire party seemed to fall into a hazy thrum, everything was Gracie and nothing else mattered. 
“Whoa,” Gracie seemed to breathe out as they pulled apart. “Was that Lightning?” She asked pressing her hand against his around her neck. 
“They don’t call me the Prince of Thunder for nothing,” he laughed tucking his face against hers with the brush of his nose.
Thor chuckled, pink dusting his cheeks as he gazed down at Gracie. Everyone roared around them and patted Thor on his back, but he ignored it all. He only had one person on his mind. "Do you want to get away from all of the noise?" he asked, hoping that she'd be able to hear him.
Her bottom lip found a home between her teeth as she looked up at him through thick lashes and nodded her head softly. 
Thor leaned down and stole another quick kiss as the tips of his fingers trailed down her arms to find her hands and wrap his fingers into hers. The two of them ignored the "ouu"s that echoed through the crowd as Thor pulled his girl through the house, leading her up the stairs and into his room, thanking the gods that he'd remembered to clean up before the party. 
Pulling her into his body and wrapping his hands around his waist, Thor kicked his door shut behind them, shutting out the world so he could focus solely on the beautiful girl in his arms. His fingers teased the small bit of visible skin that peaked out between her shirt and the top of her grass skirt as he leaned down and pressed his lips back to Gracie's. 
"Sorry," he whispered, pressing his forehead into hers and rubbing the tips of their noses together, "you have no idea how long I've waited to kiss you,"
“Are you okay? With the kiss, with this, with us. With me dragging you here to my room and away from our friends?” he asked her in a soft voice, thinking of how forward it looked bringing her in here, but he needed the quiet and the privacy of his room to say what he needed to say.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Better than okay.” 
“Okay, I’m glad because I have a confession to make,” he prepared himself mentally for what he needed to say. He was ready to just blurt it out before he lost his nerve.
Thor sat on the bed and pulled Gracie down next to him. He shook out his hands and took a deep breath.
“Oh my god, is this that moment when the guy tells the girl he’s been crushing on her for years?!” Gracie gasped, pressing her hands across her mouth in the way she always does when she was trying to joke.
Completely thrown by her interruption Thor just gaped at her. He couldn’t tell if she was excited or disgusted. 
“I… well, I mean, if you want it to be?” He mumbled, his face flaming.
“Oh Thunder, look at you, all pink-cheeked and lost for words. You’re adorable.”
Thor admired her, brushing his hand over her face. “I—,” he paused, I can do this he thought to himself. “There was a moment and it sounds cheesy but promise to listen?” he said trying to explain. 
“Of course Thor,” she shifted beneath him, ready for his story. 
“I was sitting cross legged on the west lawn because professor fury wanted fresh air and it was terribly grey that, I was frustrated with the yarn.” His brows kissed, “but you came down the steps, late for class and the clouds parted letting in the most beautiful streak of light. It highlighted the golden streaks in your hair and the way your eyes sparkle. The string didn’t matter anymore, the gods had shown me everything I ever needed.” 
Gracie expression softened as she kissed him gently. “My sweet Prince,” she smiled, “it wasn’t the gods, when you are frustrated or angry the skies are grey, when you are happy and free we see nothing but sun.” 
Thors fingers brushed against the sunflower on her shoulder. Thinking about how often it rained when Gracie was near and the answer was never. He swallowed tightly, nervous from his confession. His sunflower watching him with hazy, tipsy eyes.
Thor's blue eyes looked up to meet hers, scanning over her features as that feeling deep inside calmed itself like it always had when Gracie was near. The anxiety and fear melted away, bringing to light the full feeling of what he wanted to tell her. What he'd wanted to tell her for a long time. 
"I have had a crush on you, since that day you stumbled in late for class and I saw that bright, magnetic smile for the first time," he whispered, running his tongue along his bottom lip and taking in a shaky breath as he placed his hand on the side of her neck, tangling his fingers into the baby hairs at the back of her neck, "The way your just you without fear, how you laugh at my dumb jokes, but I only make dumb jokes because they make you laugh. I love - seeing you happy. The way your eyes light up when it thunderstorms and the little doodles you draw in notebook instead of listening during class," he breathed out a laugh. 
"Thor..." Gracie smiled, placing her hand on his chest with a soft smile, keeping her eyes on him. 
Leaning forward, Thor placed his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. 
"I think I love you, my beautiful Sunflower," he whispered.
“Oh!” She breathed, her lips close to his. “I’m so relieved.”
“You are?” He asked softly, not wanting to burst what they’d created.
“Yeah I am, because in my first day in macramé, when I was panicking because my alarm hadn’t gone off and I couldn’t find my string, I ran into the seminar room and there was this giant goofball grinning at me. I thought the world had stopped turning, and then you patted the seat next to you and I thought my heart would explode.”
She sniffled a little and Thor pulled back just to check she was alright.
“See!” Gracie exclaimed. “That’s what I mean! You’re always there, making sure I’m alright.”
He shrugged, as if it were no big thing but it was, to her.
“I love you too, Thor.”
Thor smiled feeling like the weight of a thousand worlds has been lifted from his shoulders. He had thought of a thousand and one ways this moment could've gone since that fateful first sight of his sweet girl and he never even thought it'd be with her saying she loved him too. Once more her calm melodic voice had let him see the light amidst whatever grey might be laying beneath his stormy blues, and never wanted to imagine his life without her light again. 
He dipped his lips to hers and whispered, "I'm just gonna kiss you now," a bashful chuckle slipping from his lips. 
"Don't leave me holding my breath here, lover boy," she smiled, squeezing lightly atop his knee where her hand rested.
Their hands explored each other in new ways, like the landscape had changed in the few short moments they had been alone. Thor's heart was beating a million miles an hour and never before in his life had he been so happy for the adrenaline rush. The party downstairs was muted but the vibrations of the music thrummed up through his bed and into his veins as his lips crashed down on hers. 
Kissing her felt like everything all at once. Like his favorite music, the sun first thing in the morning, the way the breeze cooled in the fall. Gracie replaced all of those things.
Thor ran his lips along her jaw as he turned and slowly laid her back onto his bed. “Gracie… can I… can I touch you? Explore you?” He breathed.
A soft whine dripped from her lips and Gracie nodded her head as she arched her back to press into him, bring their bodies closer together. Thor's mind was swimming with every possibility of how this night was going to go, but he relished the moment of having his girl - his sunflower wrapped in his arms. 
"I need to hear you say it beautiful," he whispered against her skin, "please" 
"Thor kiss me, touch me, show me how much you love me," she breathed out, taking his face in her hands and attaching their lips together. 
He tried to stifle the groan that fell from his lips as his tongue found it's way into her mouth. His large hands slid down her body and found the exposed sliver of skin, tracing it with his fingertips and teasing her skin, living in all the sounds that came from deep within her.
“Is this really happening?” She whispered against his ear and Thor couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled up from deep within his chest.
“It really is, Sunflower,” he murmured back, drawing his fingers up her side as their kisses resumed once more.
Gracie giggled at the tickling trail his fingers made but her humour quickly turned to gasps of pleasure as he palmed her breast through her shirt.
“Off,” she insisted, “take it off!”
Thor didn’t have to be told twice. He gently helped her sit up before he removed her top, his lips instantly exploring any bit of skin he could reach. 
He moaned, feeling as Gracie ram her fingers beneath his shirt, following the planes of his abs. “Gracie…”
A low chuckle came from deep within his chest as Thor sat up and pulled his dark t-shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in his dark room. He peered down at the beautiful girl beneath him and shook his head once. A part of him was still in shock that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. 
"Fuck you're beautiful," she giggled, trailing her fingers up his abdomen lightly. 
A noise that was a mix between a laugh and a growl escaped him, "I should be saying that to you, my love," he mumbled, leaning down to press light kisses to her stomach, trailing them upwards as he explored every inch of her exposed skin.
“Well you can say that last part again,” Gracie smirked, which quickly turned into a gasp as his lips wrapped around her nipple.
“You mean, my love?” He asked.
“Mmmhmm.”
“I’ll say it until you are tired of hearing it.  My love,” he said, pressing kisses between her breasts as he move to tease her other nipple, each kiss punctuated by the words she’d asked to hear.
One hand slid down her torso and he teased his fingers along the waistband of her grass skirt drinking in the soft groans that she made.  Feeling bold and self-indulgent, Thor left her breast and trailed his lips up and across to her shoulder.  Pausing for a moment, almost in disbelief, he took in her form, the way she looked with eyes closed and head thrown back.  She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 
He lowered his head once more, tracing the sunflower on her shoulder with first his lips  and then his tongue, earning himself more of her delicious sounds before he kissed his way back up to her mouth and captured her lips in a blistering kiss.
Thor felt as she fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, making him chuckled as he reluctantly pulled away from her mouth. 
“Do you need help?” He asked teasingly.
Gracie groaned and laughed, shaking her head as her arms came up and pressed on his shoulders, flipping him over. She settled her legs on either side of his hips and smirked playfully, peering down through her thick lashes.
"Nope, I can do it," she quipped back. 
Thor ran his tongue over his bottom lip and watched her work as his hands found purchase on her ribs, she popped the button on his jeans and grinned confidently. 
"God Gracie," Thor groaned, moving his hips up and pressing into her so she could feel what she was doing to him. 
Gracie hummed, and leaned down, bringing his ear lobe between her teeth, "What do you want, baby boy?"
“You, gods, always you,” he groaned as she ground her hips against his.
Shimmying downwards, she pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs, biting her lip at the sight of his obvious arousal.
“That’s not fair, you’re not…” Thor began to protest but Gracie stopped him.
“I haven’t finished yet,” she grinned, shucking off her skirt, the shorts underneath and her panties, leaving them both naked.
She stared at him for the longest moment, taking in all of him in his golden glory.  It was an unfamiliar feeling for Thor, being so vulnerable beneath the one who held his entire heart.
“Get back here Sunflower,” he joked but he knew she’d heard the secret vulnerability behind his words.
He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.
He tugged gently on her fingers bringing her back to him. She crawled across him, settling her hips against his. Skin against skin Thor lost control again, his lightning tickling at his fingertips as she kissed his stomach, creating a tender path toward his chest.
“Shit…” Thor’s head dropped to the mattress as he concentrated on the feeling of her hot lips on his skin. “That feels so good,” he murmured quietly, his hands slowly roaming any bit of skin he could reach.
Thor nearly whined when she stopped to say, “I like when you talk to me.” 
He pressed his body down into the mattress in any attempt to slow the burning that coiled in the pit of his stomach as she kissed a line up his jaw. 
“Don’t go quiet on me big boy,” she laughed, pushing back against him just to draw a ragged moan from his lips.
“What… do you want me to say?” He breathed. Thor held Gracie’s hips as he gently pressed upward, rubbing his cock against her.
“Shit Gracie,” he swore as she rolled her hips against him, sliding his full length between her legs as she crashed down against him for a kiss. “Keep doing that,” he breathed as she broke for air. 
“This,” she pushed back against sliding against him causing his whole body to stutter beneath her. He couldn’t believe how good she felt and even in his wildest dreams it compared nothing to this.
“Yes!” He moaned, trying to roll against her as best as he could. “That… a lot more of that.”
Gracie placed her hands on Thor's broad chest and pushed herself up, grinding her hips down into him and allowing a sultry moan to drip from her lips as a playful smirk made an appearance. Gods, she was intoxicating. Thor wanted to mesmerize every inch of her body. Every thought in his head melted away until all that was left was Gracie. Her piercing blue eyes staring down at him and showing him just how much she cared for him. 
Blue sparks flashed from his fingertips as he gripped her hips and rolled them over, pulling a giggle from her lips, "I need you sweetheart," he rasped, breathing in her scent as he nipped at her neck, "please," 
"God please," Gracie moaned with a grin, bucking her hips up into him and reaching up to tangle her hands in his hair.
"Anything for you,"  Thor teased against her lips as he lined them up and slowly pressed himself into her. 
She wined as he filled her, stretching her out over him as he gripped her hips and deepened their frenzied kiss. She wiggled and whimpered everytime a little spark licked at her bare skin rolling down over him over and over until Thor couldn't think straight.
As Thor bottomed out, he rested his head against her shoulder. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He asked quietly. It was the last thing that he wanted to do.
Gracie shook her head and breathed deeply, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, "No I'm okay, you can move handsome," She smiled, trailing her hand down his spine to his lower back and pressing in, urging him to keep going. 
Taking his time, Thor shifted his hips back slowly before thrusting back into her, moving his lips from hers to press wet kisses down her jaw to find purchase on her neck, "Fuck you feel incredible," he mumbled into his skin as he bucked his hips gently back into hers once more. 
A deep groan fell from her mouth as she pressed her head into the mattress and closed her eyes, "I love you, Thor," she breathed, clenching herself around him and moving her hips up to meet his, "Fast baby, please"
He would do anything she asked of him. Thor wrapped his arm around her middle tugging her as close as he could as flipped them around and slid himself back so he was sitting. He helped her wrap her legs tightly around him as he continued to pump up into her, quickening his pace as she raked her nails down his back. 
She let her head fall back, her hair cascading down her back over his arm. Moaning as her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest and her legs squeezed him relentlessly.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, pistoning his hips into her willing body. 
“Thor! Yes! God, don’t stop baby,” she moaned.
She clenched around him with her pleas, forcing his head to fall forward just to hold out that much longer. He had no plans to stop for as long as he could tempt it. 
"Wouldn't dream of it," He groaned burying his face into the crook of her neck, his hand sliding from her waist to the back of her neck as he nibbled on her skin. The sounds of her mewls and whines muffled by the party going on behind his door. He felt her hands roam up his back knotting themselves into his hair and holding him firmly to her skin. Thor wasn't going to complain, he had noticed the heat of his breath casting waves of goosebumps over her skin over the soft pink marks his lips left on her body. A sight that only sent another jolt of warmth straight to his groin. 
"Want you," He breathed, "always." 
Gracie sobbed out another moan as his length hit that soft spot within her. Her words strained and punctuated with his thrusts as she whispered "Yours--always."
Thor was relentless, thrusting into her with strokes that kept her singing that beautiful tune in his ear. He could feel her body trembling as he tightened his grip, her doing the same in his hair. 
“I feel like I’m flying,” she whined, “do the sparks,” she begged and he obliged. Tickling his fingers across her nipples, tiny shocks of lightning licking at the sensitive skin driving her to the edge of bliss.
“You’re so close, sweetheart,” he panted, feeling the lightning crackle at her nerves. “Let go for me, create the perfect storm.”
Thor could feel her cunt fluttering and clenching around him as their sounds mixed together in the sticky air of his room. Sheer bliss took over as he slammed himself into her. With one last clench and a deep moan, he felt her let go, muttering praises under her breath. She buried her face into his neck as stifled a whine as Thor kept up his pace, chasing his own high. 
Tumbling over the edge, he spilled out with a ragged moan, peppering soft, wet kisses down her neck and over her shoulder, stopping to pay extra attention to the small sunflower. 
"You're perfect, Gracie," Another kiss, "And so beautiful," 
"Holy fuck, baby," she breathed into his ear, kissing where his jaw met his neck, "I love you Thor, so much"
“Say it again,” he begged. 
“I,” she kissed his collarbone, “love,” she licked a stripe of sweat from his peck, “you.” 
She peered up at him with her last words and the smile on her face nearly broke everything in him. He couldn’t live without that. He couldn’t live without her.
Thor held her close to his chest and slid down the bed, falling back so they were laying together, side by side and a tangled mess of limbs. He pressed his lips to hers in a lingering slow kiss, pulling a soft moan from her. 
Gracie pulled back, a seemingly permanent glowy smile plastered to her face that made pride swell in his chest for the simple reason of it being himself that put it there, "I could get used to this." She said softly her fingers tracing the edge of his jawline. 
He trailed his own fingertips along her arm, tracing over the leaves on her sunflower tattoo and sparking tiny blue flickers of lightening against her skin. "I hope so," Thor rasped, "because I have no intention on letting you go Sunflower." His gaze met hers through thick lashes, "I love you so much, whenever I see you I feel like the gods made a mistake promising me Thunder when all I wanted was Sunshine."
Gracie only smiled as she looked at him with heavy eyes. “Then I will be all of the sunshine you could ever need, Thunder. Always.”
Thor hummed and tucked Gracie as close to his body as he could, relishing in the feeling of having his girl, his sunflower, finally in his arms. The feeling of her thumping heart against his skin, her sweet vanilla scent coming through on her sticky skin. He didn't want this moment to end. 
Reaching up, he brushed his fingers through her dark hair, earning himself a soft smile as Gracie pressed a gentle kiss to his peck, "Whatcha thinking up there big guy?" 
"I'm just waiting to see if I wake up, " he mused, chuckling quietly, "this could have been one incredible dream and I'm going to wake up on the front lawn with no pants on, and Natasha taking pictures just to post in Shield's dorms, and you, you ended up dancing with Quill and falling madly in love, and I'm just the sexy naked guy who throws great parties" 
Gracie's musical laugh sounded through his room as she sat up, shaking her head at him, "Well I hate to break it to you, but I'm right here, and I'm all yours," 
"Ah that's exactly what dream you would want me to think," He pointed. 
"Just shut up and kiss me," Gracie laughed again, leaning down and pressing her lips back to his, smiling into the kiss.
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hi jules <3 may I request a lil thing?
what do you think of a fluffy thor x reader taking care of sick!reader? or sam wilson x reader, whatever inspires you the most. thanks sweets!!
(this is for @openheart-odinson to cheer her up <33)
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩
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→ premise: thor isnt too familiar with the common midguardian cold, all he knows is you arent feeling well. in an attempt to do his best taking care of you, he resorts to goggle.
→ paring: thor odinson x fem!reader
→ warnings: fluff, sick!reader, established relationship, reader being taken care of, slight himbo!thor, possibly ooc thor, nicknames [babe, love, sweetheart]
→ a/n: ahh so I’ve never written for thor but I couldn’t help be a bit self indulgent and do the option of thor taking care of reader, as well as couldn’t help doing this request because it is from alix
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Thor was still very new to all things midgardian, no matter how much time he’s spent on earth and around mortals. Therefore some of the things you do and go through that are normal to you are a mystery to him, though he loves you deeply he does question you quite often.
“What’s wrong, love?” He questioned as he walked into your shared master bedroom. “You seem upset, why are you still in bed? its noon” his voice was laced with worry and confusion now. He brings a hand up to your face to rub his thumb across your cheek and the skin under your eye. The small action made your heart swell with affection. Through a small cough you manage to get out a sentence “I have a cold” your voice came out cracked near the end, worrying your boyfriend even further.
Your head feels very hazy and cloudy, sinuses so congested that you have to resort to breathing through your mouth.
“Well if you’re cold, I’ll just go fetch you a blanket to warm you up silly girl” he lifts his hand off up, causing a whimper to escape your lips like a plea. Giving you a look full of love and sympathy he turns on his heels to head to the old spruce trunk where all the extra bedding and blankets are stored. You weakly shake your head no at him, unbeknownst to him as his wide shoulders and back were now facing you. “No thor, i have a cold, as in im sick” your voice somehow comes out weaker than before.
“Sick?? Do i need to phone the doctor babe, is it bad?” His joking tone switched quickly back to the confused and concerned tone it had before. You let out a small throaty chuckle that leads to a big cough. Thor is quick to inch forward to you to lay a hand on the middle of your back in an attempt to comfort you, as you sit up in bed for what felt like the first time in hours. Once your coughing fit calmed down you looked up at him as he let out a small huff in relief, though his brows remained furrowed. “No my love, I’ll be fine, it's a common illness. It usually passes in a few days.” You offer the teddy bear of a man comforting you a smile as best as you can muster. “Have you never had a cold before? Or the flu?” Thor seemed completely oblivious to what a cold was so you were very curious and it was now your turn to look confused.
“Most of us asgardians are immune to your earthly illnesses and diseases sweetheart”. You give him a small nod in acknowledgment as your eyes grew heavier.
“I’ll let you rest babe, sweet dreams” a small smile spreads across thor's face as you snuggle down under the plush covers, letting sleep quickly consume you. He leans down and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before heading out of the bedroom and down the hall. While you laid peacefully in your soft bed, giving your body some well needed rest, he had a mission.
Softly opening and closing the door to your office he settles down into your soft desk chair getting to work. He knew enough about how to use the computer from missions with Stark and what you've taught him that he is able to open google. Signing into his account instead of yours, he got right to work researching cold remedies. He was determined to help you the best he could.
After enough research he set off into the kitchen to make you a hot cup of tea as well as a bowl of chicken noodle soup. As the tea steeped and the soup was heating up he drew you a warm bath, setting out new clothes for you on the counter. One of his old shirts that you loved stealing and he loved seeing you wear even if it was a tad big on you. As well as a new pair of underwear and socks. He also sets out your shampoo, conditioner, body wash and all the other things needed.
After waking you up to bring you the cup of tea and soup to make sure you’ve eaten, he carries you to the en suite bathroom attached to your master bedroom and begins bathing you.
For the rest of the day he tends to you in any way you need, bringing you a snack, water, medicine whatever he could possibly get.
In the end the best remedy for your cold was a good night's rest, thor's arms holding you tight to his chest.
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→ a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! and i hope thor wasn’t too outta character :)
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chaoticxwanda · 2 years
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A Royal Pregnancy
Thor Odinson x Reader
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When you found out you were pregnant you were excited. You and Thor have always wanted kids but being the king and queen of Asgard and both of you being avengers, you never really thought you would have time for kids. 
Thor was like an overexcited puppy when you told him you were 2 weeks pregnant. Even though the baby was the size of a pea he bent down and started talking to the baby saying “hey little one, I can't wait to meet you.” 
You returned to earth a week later to tell the rest of the avengers. Everyone was happy and congratulating the pair of you. Tony being Tony decided to throw a party for the baby, neither of you objected to this idea but you told him not to go too crazy on the decorations and to try and keep the guest list short, as you only really wanted close friends and your avenger family. 
Your first scan was today and while you were a little nervous Thor was beaming with excitement. You knew that you were only four weeks along but you still couldn't believe you had this little life growing inside you. 
You were now 2 months along and were still feeling a little unwell and throwing up in the morning but Thor was always there to help you. He would hold your hair back and rub your back. You were having mood swings and you felt really weird.  
You have reached the end of your first trimester. You've started to get food cravings not necessarily weird ones but you were still craving certain food. One night at around 12am you woke up in need of peanut butter.
During your prenatal visit for month three, you got to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. You were literally crying with happiness and Thor had a massive smile on his face. 
Mornings aren't that bad anymore since you no longer wake up needing to throw up. Instead you wake up feeling normal. You're now four months along and your baby bump is starting to show a little. You're feeling really proud. It was towards the end of the month when you felt the baby move for the first time. It slightly scared you at first because you were sitting on the couch with Thor watching The Lion King on tv when you felt the baby move.  
As month five begins you were glowing as some people would say. You're also showing more of a bump which you were excited about.Thor would nearly always have a hand on your bump. Whether you were in the kitchen and he'd wrap his arm around your waist or you could just be sitting on the couch and he would have his arm around you with his hand resting on your bump. You were mostly excited this month because you could find out the gender of the baby. When you had your prenatal visit you found out that you were going to have a baby girl. You both felt thrilled. You even got to take a picture home with you and to show the rest of the avengers. 
Month six now and you feel tired pretty much all the time. Your back and feet are a little sore but Thor is always there to help and make sure you're ok. When you're sleeping Thor would have his arm around gently around your bump. His protectiveness would increase and he would still talk to the baby a lot even though she can't hear yet. You can feel her a little bit more now when she moves or hiccups. Your legs cramp up but you're still happy and besides you also have Thor plus you're the Queen of Asgard so no doubt you'd get the royal treatment.
Whenever the baby moved you could feel it even more than before, like when she kicked or if she was just moving around. You were now in month seven and Thor was probably more excited about the baby than you were. You were excited as well and couldn't wait to give birth to your daughter. He would still talk to the baby all the time, the only difference is that the baby could actually hear what her father was saying now. He was still always touching your bump in some way. Thors protectiveness would increase even more the further along the pregnancy. He would make sure that one of the palace guards or servants was always with you when he couldn't be there. There were times when you found it slightly annoying and times you would find it quite useful. You thought now would be a good time to start setting up the nursery. 
Eight months along now and you were tired all the time and a little in pain from the cramps. It hasn't exactly been a normal pregnancy since you're pregnant with a demigod but still you make it work. One morning you decided to go for a walk around the gardens in Asgard but you didn't get very far. 
You were now nine months pregnant. You were lying on the bed one morning and you felt a pain in your side but you didn't think anything of it until the pain got worse and then you felt something wet run down your leg. Realization hit you and you knew you were going into labor. You ask one of the guards outside your bedroom to go get your husband. You made it to the medical wing with the help of one of the castle servants. Thor came running around the corner seconds later and went into the room with you. 
After about nine hours of excruciating pain, you had finally given birth to your baby girl. “she's gorgeous” your husband says “she sure is. Do you want to hold her?” You asked, looking at Thor. He looked a bit scared but agreed. You carefully passed your daughter to your husband, the scared look he had on his face quickly changed to a happy and loving look. “You know we still need to name her.” you say, “how about Eleanor?” Thor says to you while still looking at his daughter. “That sounds perfect” You say with a smile. Thor looked lovingly at his wife and child and thought about how amazing this moment really is.
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The End of the World and Junk
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Thor Odinson & Darcy Lewis • Earth 616/MCU canon compliant • General: No warnings • Fix-it of sorts, Post Avengers: Infinity War, Pre Avengers: Endgame, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Friendship fic • ~1200 words, ongoing
Summary: All work and no play makes Darcy a dull girl. But after the Snap, what else is there to do? Go and help a friend in need, it turns out. One the newspapers are tearing to shreds after the battle that fractured the universe. One who had always seemed so indomitable that even after the end of the world, nobody thought to check in on.
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Nothing had prepared Darcy for how boring the apocalypse would be. Most everything else, she'd expected. Loneliness was a given, the fear came and went, the sadness unavoidable. But all of these things had always seemed a natural part of the end of the world. Not jarring, but expected. This was the third day running she'd knocked off from work, made her way home, and proceeded to spend a full five minutes stood frozen in her doorway, keys in hand, realising she had nothing to do and no one to see. For all that it was Friday night, she may as well have stayed at work. She'd never felt more like Jane. And there was the sadness again.
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A Chrissstmasss Ssurprissse- Part Two
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Summary: Three-parter. Christmas is approaching fast and Y/N doesn’t know what to get Thor as a present. 
Pairing: Thor x Fem! Reader
A/N: Welp, here's the 2nd part, FINALLY. Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. This is not edited. I figured that if I did, I would never post it. I know it's not the right season, but I thought if I post this one now, the last part might finally be ready in time for Christmas XD I hope you enjoy.
Story Warnings: None that I can think of? Please let me know if there's anything you think I missed.
Word Count: 3,024
My Masterlist // you can read Part 1 Here // Part 3: coming soon
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First thing the next morning, you rush to Bruce’s lab again. You know he’ll already be in there, working away; he always is these days. This time you knock on the double doors, cracking one open and poking your head round to peer inside. 
Bruce is sat at his desk, concentrating on the layer of papers spread haphazardly across its surface. The machinery that had been all over the floor the other day, is now gathered up in a heap at the side of the room. It looks no closer to being completed, whatever it’s supposed to be. 
Bruce looks up when he hears you knock. 
“Y/N, hey,” he says, smiling sleepily and pulling his glasses off his nose to rub a hand over his face. You’re judging by the dark circles under his eyes that he’s been awake all night. “Did you have any luck getting a present for Thor?” he asks, stifling a yawn.
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you say, hovering next to the door. “Is now a good time?”
He pushes his glasses back onto his face and starts shifting the papers around on his desk, tidying them into a messy pile.
“Er, yeah, sure.” He gestures for you to come in, frowning slightly. 
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to pick your brains for ideas again,” you huff a nervous laugh and he looks relieved. “I was actually hoping you might be able to… help me find someone,” you say carefully.
“Oh,” he glances up from the papers in his hand, intrigued. “Who?” 
You hover awkwardly in front of his desk and take a deep breath.
“Loki,” you say quickly, before you have the chance to convince yourself that this is a bad idea. “I need you to help me find Loki.”
Bruce stares at you for a moment in silence, his paperwork now laying forgotten on the desk. Squints his eyes slightly as if trying to figure out if you��re joking. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. He lets out a huff of breath and shakes his head, baffled.
“You’re not serious?” he finally asks you.
You take a step closer.
“Look, I know this sounds crazy-”
“Yeah, it does,” Bruce cuts in. 
“But, please, I didn’t know who else to ask,” you plead with him. You knew there was no way anyone else would ever agree to help you. Bruce was by far your best shot. He’d been there when Loki had helped Thor defeat Hela; he’d seen first hand that Loki clearly isn’t all bad.
“But why? Why in the Hell would you want to find Loki?”
His question catches you off guard and you stare at him. You’d thought your reasoning would have been obvious.
“For Thor,” you say simply.     
“And you think Thor would want to see him? After everything he’s done?” 
You have no doubt that he would. 
“Loki’s his brother, Bruce, of course he’d want to see him.” 
Banner gives a laboured sigh and takes his glasses off again, this time abandoning them on the desk. He leans back in his chair to look at you, his brow furrowed deeply.
“Y/N, look, Loki and Thor have a complicated past. That’s something that’s best not getting mixed up in.”
You get what Bruce is trying to say, but you can’t help but feel like he’s wrong about this. As if he can hear your thoughts, he adds, “Trust me, Y/N, it won’t end well for anyone. Loki’s brain is like a bag full of cats.”
“Well that doesn’t sound so bad…” you mumble quietly, in an attempt to lighten the mood a little; but when you meet Bruce’s eyes, they are serious.
In the awkward silence, you lean against the filing cabinet beside you and fold your arms over your chest.
“It’s just, Thor seemed so upset when we were talking about Loki yesterday. I really think he does miss him. I mean, how could he not? No matter what Loki may have done in the past, they’re family.” You look at him pleadingly. “And he’s the only family Thor has left,” you add thickly. 
“If it were my sister… even if she had done all of the bad things Loki has, I would still want to find her.  To know that she was ok.” 
You had thought that Bruce was the person who knew Thor the best out of everyone at the compound, but now you can see you were wrong. It was so obvious to you that Thor was hurting over Loki and everyone else was so blinded by Loki’s wrong-doings that they couldn’t see it. 
Bruce slowly stands and makes his way round to the front of his desk, sitting down on the edge  closest to you. He seems torn. 
“Y/N,” he says, hesitating. “I can’t help you. Even if I wanted to find Loki myself, nobody knows where he is. I’m sorry.”
There’s a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your stomach. 
“You’re right. It was a stupid idea.” You sit down on the edge of the desk, beside him, and hang your head. 
He sighs and reaches over to reluctantly touch your arm. You glance down at it in surprise.
“No, it wasn’t, Y/N. You were trying to do a nice thing for Thor, because you love him. That’s not stupid, that’s beautiful.” He smiles reassuringly at you then takes his hand back. “Even if it was trying to reunite him with his homicidal maniac of a brother,” he adds. You both huff a laugh.
A moment passes in silence and you consider getting up to leave. You glance at Bruce to see him pulling a face, as if he’s struggling to make his mind up about something. He catches you looking at him and seems to cave. 
“Look,” he says, pausing to glance at  you again as if he’s already regretting saying anything, “But, perhaps the next time Thor goes to New Asgard, you should go with him,” he lets the sentence hang there for a second, then quickly adds, “I’m not saying anyone there will know where Loki is, or that they would even want to help you, but... it’s a place to start.” He shrugs halfheartedly. 
You jump up from the table excitedly.
“Of course! Bruce, you’re a genius! Thank you.”
He puts his hands up in front of him, shaking his head. 
“Oh, no. I’m not taking any credit for this.” He looks at you concernedly. “Just… be careful, ok? I don’t want this to backfire, for your sake.”
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After speaking with Bruce, you practically skip down the halls of the compound, excited to ask Thor if he would let you accompany him to New Asgard. 
“Thor?” you ask in a sing-song voice, entering your bedroom. He’s not there. You peer into the ensuite bathroom, “Thor?” Not in there either. 
Wondering where he could be, you head back out of your room and down the hall to the communal living area. As the door slides open you notice two blonde-haired, broad-shouldered men, sitting on the sofa with their backs to you.
“There you are,” you say, walking towards Thor and Steve, who both jump at the sound of you. You had always thought it was impossible to sneak up on a Demi-God and a super soldier with enhanced hearing, but apparently they were so transfixed with what they were doing, they hadn’t heard you enter. Thor jumps to his feet and bounds over, intercepting you before you can make it round to the front of the sofa. 
Steve panickingly attempts to cover whatever is on the coffee table in front of him, but you can’t see past Thor’s thick frame anyway. 
“I thought you were going out shopping, my love,” Thor says shiftily, placing two large hands on your upper arms and steering you slightly further away from the sofa. 
“I’m just about to, I had something to do first,” you say, referring to your visit to Bruce’s lab. “What are you two doing?” You ask him, with suspicion, attempting to peer past him. He blocks you with his shoulder. 
“Nothing that concerns you,” he says, but his tone is playful.
“Alright…” you say, narrowing your eyes slightly. “Anyway,” you continue, changing the subject to the reason you came to find him in the first place, “I was just wondering… the next time you go to New Asgard, could I perhaps go with you?”
He looks surprised by your suggestion. 
“I mean, I totally don’t have to, if you would prefer to go alone. I just thought…” 
He cuts off your rambling by embracing you so hard in his large arms that he almost lifts you straight off the floor. 
“That would be wonderful!” He says excitedly, beaming at you. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my fellow Asgardians, they will love you!” 
“Ok, that’s great,” you say, returning his smile, “I’m really looking forward to meeting them.” 
He lets go of you and you straighten your outfit. “Well, I better go do some shopping, or I’ll never be ready for Christmas,” you say then give Thor a peck on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”
“Goodbye, my love,” he says, steering you back in the direction of the door. 
“Bye Steve,” you say, waving to him, still sitting on the sofa. 
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Having panicked and finally given in to Sam and Nat’s idea, you’re now hurrying down the busy city street lined with twinkling fairy lights, in the direction of the nearest lingerie shop. You glance at the window of a shop across the street from you and do a double take. 
There’s a large glass tank in the display. You stop abruptly to stare at it from the opposite side of the pavement out of curiosity, causing the woman behind you to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting you with her shopping bags. She tuts loudly as she carries on bustling down the street. 
You carefully negotiate crossing the busy road, then stand on the sidewalk with one of your gloved hands held up to the glass, cupped above your eyes to help you see in through the window of the store. 
You can see the outlines of various tanks and cages along the back wall and, in the ones closer to you, the moving shapes of the different animals inside them.  
The snake in the tank closest to you, slithers slightly closer to the window and raises its head, staring back at you, unblinking. Butterflies start swirling around in your stomach, as you peer in at it. You remember your conversation with Thor from yesterday and how he had said he loves snakes. Is this a totally insane idea? you think to yourself. Not the first one I’ve had today, you add, remembering Banner’s reaction to you wanting to find Loki. 
A small, hopeful part of you thinks as you gaze at the animal, that perhaps it would remind him of his brother and the good times they used to have together. It seems like a good alternative, at least until you can start your search for Loki properly. 
You chew on your bottom lip, still studying the snake. As much as you think he’d love it, what if Thor doesn’t want the commitment of owning a pet? He does sometimes go on long missions and wouldn’t be around to look after it all the time; but you would be there, so it wouldn’t be neglected. 
You’re slowly talking yourself into it, when you’re drawn out of your reverie by a voice beside you. “Unusual creatures, aren’t they?” 
You look to your left, startled, to see a man wearing a smart black suit and overcoat with black shoulder length hair, standing next to you. 
He’s staring straight ahead, but you know his comment was definitely directed at you; there’s no one else around for him to have aimed it at. Following his gaze, you see he is looking through the window at the large tank with the snake in it; the very same snake you had just been considering buying for Thor. 
“Yeah,” you say in response, not really sure what else to say. “I was thinking of buying one for my boyfriend. As a Christmas present.” 
He turns to look at you and offers you a charming smile. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” he says in his posh British accent, then pauses, “I’m sure Thor will love it. He was always very fond of snakes.”
You smile in return then do a double take. 
“What? How… how do you…?” You stumble over your words, causing him to laugh lightly, flashing his teeth. Then it clicks. 
“Loki?” you whisper in amazement. 
He bows his head to you. 
“Lady Y/N.” 
You’re dumbfounded. Opening and shutting your mouth several times. You discreetly pinch the skin on your forearm, just to make sure you’re not dreaming.
“How…?” is the only thing able to make it past your lips, as you gaze at him in wonder and disbelief. 
This earns another soft chuckle from him. 
He gestures across the road towards a small park area with a few benches, “We have much to talk about. Shall we?” 
At a complete loss for words, you simply nod and follow his lead. 
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“After we escaped, I had nowhere to go,” Loki explains. “Asgard was destroyed and I couldn’t go back to Sakaar. Which was a shame really, I quite liked it there. Could see myself fitting in,” he adds wistfully. “I’m not exactly welcome here on Midgard,” he casts a wary look around as he says this, lowering his voice. “So I ventured off on my own, trying to find another planet to settle on.”
“So, why did you come back?” you ask. 
He looks at you with a creased brow. 
“I’ve come to tell you to stop looking for me.” 
You scoff softly, taken aback by his suggestion. 
“How did you know I was looking for you, when I hadn’t even started?” Then a thought creeps into your brain, making you shudder. “Wait, have you been spying on me?” you ask in disgust. 
“Oh, don’t make it sound so perverse,” he chastises you. “I like to keep an eye on my brother,” he says hesitantly, as if he isn’t sure he should be admitting this to you. 
“Then why would you come here if you didn’t want to be found?” It doesn’t make any sense to you. 
He casts his eyes to the floor. Then you remember something Clint had once said to you, about Loki’s projections of himself. 
“You’re… not really here, are you?” you ask quietly. You reach out to touch his hand and it flickers slightly, your fingers brushing nothing but air. 
“I couldn’t risk it,” he says in response to the disappointed look on your face. “Besides, Thor doesn’t want to see me. He’s happy now,” he says, catching your gaze. “He has you.” 
You smile thoughtfully. 
“Family is important, Loki,” you say after a moment of silence. “And sometimes we don’t realise that until it’s too late.” Your voice is wistful, as you stare into the distance. 
His face falls at your remark, it seems you caught him off guard. 
“Our mother used to say something similar to that.” 
Although you don’t know much about their mother, Thor had always spoken very highly of her and you knew they both loved her very much. 
“Whenever Thor and I would fight, she would say that one day we’d be all each other would have left. As usual, she was right.” he looks off in the direction you are staring. 
The pair of you stay quiet for a little while, then you speak up. 
“Look, Loki, after all this time you’ve still kept an eye on Thor, obviously because you care for him a great deal. And he misses you, he really does, I can tell. Why don’t you just come back to the compound with me? See him,” you suggest. Loki looks startled by the idea. 
“Absolutely not,” he scoffs. “No.” 
“It’s ok, I get it. You’re scared about seeing him, but I-” 
“I am not scared,” he cuts in stubbornly and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him. 
“Well, how about you think on it?” You suggest, and then you have an idea. “Hey, I know! Come for Christmas!” you say excitedly. You see the look on Loki’s face and dial your enthusiasm back a notch. “You could join us at the compound on Christmas day, I’m sure Thor would love that.” 
Loki continues to shake his head.
“Nobody wants me there, Y/N,” he says plainly. You see the hurt in his eyes. 
“Thor does. And if he does, so do I.” 
He gives you a doubtful look in return. 
“Don’t worry about the others,” you say, “ I’ll handle them.” He says nothing, so you figure you’ve probably said enough. 
You’re starting to resign yourself to the fact that you’ll never be able to reunite Thor with his brother. 
“It was really nice to meet you Loki,” you say genuinely, standing up from the bench, “but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go panic-buy a snake.” 
He gives a small laugh and smiles. 
“You know, my brother is a lucky man.” The corners of your mouth twitch upwards at the compliment. It’s funny, you never expected you’d be having a conversation with Loki, let alone that it would shape out like this. 
“Just, please, promise me you’ll think about my offer,” you say, straightening out your coat. 
He doesn’t say anything but smiles and politely bows his head to you in a final goodbye. You cross the road to get back to the shop and once you’ve made the short walk to the other side, you turn back to look at the bench you had left Loki standing in front of, but he is gone. 
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Title: Size
Pairing: Soft Dark!Thor Odinson x Reader
Kink Prompt: Size [Size Kink]
Word Count: 1,956
Summary: You accept a catering job from a customer.
Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Lightly Implied Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Size Kink, Stalking, Smut, Darkfic, Forced Intoxication, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!
A/N: entry number five and the latest of my very late week 2 fics for my kinktober celebration! mind the tags and warnings, as always, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​
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Thor’s… infatuation begins as all things do—small. 
 It is perhaps the turn of your head as you make his coffee—dark and sweet, the way he likes it. Or maybe the set of your mouth as you pour, full lips pressed together into as you concentrate. Small, soft hands, sweet, round face, filling his thoughts to bursting, and still he cannot get enough of you. Your flour smudged cheeks, fingers stained with spun sugar, you are as addictive as the sweets he lines up for, standing a full head taller than every other person in the queue. 
 He isn’t entirely sure when he began coming for you instead of the sweets lining the shelves and window displays of your shop. His first visit, Thor had thought of nothing else besides assuaging his craving for sweets. Now, however, his thoughts are consumed with other things—
 Like whether or not the girth of his cock will fit between your pretty lips. 
 He inhales the scent of warm sugar and browned butter, shifting impatiently. He wants to force his way to the front, demand you close down and serve only him, the way he would if he were home, on Asgard. But he knows that you require a light touch, a gentler hand. The way you peek bashfully up at him through your lashes when he finally reaches the front of the line tells him this. 
 “H-hello, um, again,” you say, a smile spreading across your full lips. Your hair is tied back with a white kerchief, but a few curls spring out to frame your pretty face. He watches your throat move as you swallow nervously. 
 “Greetings,” he replies, gracing you with a charming smile. He rubs the back of his neck a little, as his smile turns embarrassed. “I fear I simply cannot stay away.” His self-deprecating laugh earns him a sweet little laugh. 
 “Oh gosh. That’s, you’re just—“ You stammer nervously, shaking your head. “Flatterer.”
 “We had a baker, in the castle. His only task was to deliver the finest of pastries to us. I fear you have him beat on all accounts.” You shake your head, laughing again, this time with disbelief. “And that is not flattery. It cannot be flattery if it is true.”
 Uncomfortable with the compliment, you try to steer the conversation back to the transaction, the one thing Thor is trying to put off. “You’re too kind. What can I get for you today?” 
 “I shall have two of your fruit tarts. And one of these, please.” He points to a delicately frosted cookie in one of the display cases. As you’re puttering about getting his order together, Thor clears his throat. “I also come with a business proposal.” 
 You stop and turn to look at him. “Like… a catering thing?” 
 He nods. 
 “Yes. We are to celebrate the start of the harvest season, might you grace our tables with your talents?” You swallow again, teeth sinking into your deliciously plump lower lip as you slowly drop the cookie into a wax paper bag and replace the tongs on the lid. 
 “Where is it?”
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 New Asgard is not as glorious to behold as his home once was, but he is still impressed by the traditional architecture the remainder of his people have been able to erect. The mead hall is bright and bustling with activity, the festivities well underway. Thor watches as you flit from serving table to serving table, fussing over the plates. When you see him watching you, you smile apologetically. 
 “Sorry. I get… controlling, when I cater.” You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope everything has been good.”
 “Delicious. I could not have asked for better.” He produces a goblet of Asgardian wine, and it’s massive in your small hands. “I do not believe you have partaken.” He smiles. “It is a celebration, is it not?”
 You try to put the goblet down on the small table, but Thor’s smile drops by a fraction. He sees the desire to please in you plainly, and this time is no exception as you hesitate, and then turn back to him. 
 “I’m—well, you know, I’m working, technically.” He looses a booming laugh in response.
 “If you are working, then I am your employer, am I not? Please, enjoy the evening.” He watches you carefully as you tip the goblet up to your lips. Your eyebrows rise with surprise. 
 “This is good, actually.” You sniff at the alcohol, looking up at him. “I’m not really much of a drinker,” you admit with a sheepish look. 
 “Mead. Our finest. You’ll find the quality quite different from that of your Midgardian brew.” 
 “Yes, it’s sweeter,” you chirp, taking another sip. Thor is careful to keep the knowing smile from his face. “I like it.” He chats idly with you as you finish it, draining the goblet. 
 “I must ask. What led you to this profession?”
 “Oh, um. My grandmother, actually.” The alcohol has loosened your tongue. You press a hand to your warm cheek. “I grew up with her, and she was always baking. I’m sure you can tell,” you point at yourself, a self-shame dripping from every syllable. 
 “I’m afraid I do not share that particular Midgardian sensibility,” he says casually. “My people find a,” he pauses, letting his eyes linger on yours for a moment more than was appropriate, “robust figure to be a sign of good health.” His smile widens by a fraction. “And virility.”  He turns to a passing server, and plucks another two goblets of wine from her tray. Thor presents one to you, and you’re too flustered not to take it. 
 You take a few sips, and Thor readies his timed apology. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to offend.”
 “Y-you, um, you didn’t.” You’re eager to change the subject, and Thor obliges. 
 “Would you like a tour?” He asks, the smile on his face turning proud. “I would be honored to show you.” You want to be talking about anything other than yourself, and so you nod as Thor watches you drain your second goblet. 
 “Yes, yes please. That would be wonderful.” 
 He walks you through the tapestries lining the walls of the great hall, victories and feats of valor performed by his father, his ancestors. There are artifacts on marble pedestals in the hallway, and as Thor closes the large doors behind him, the sound of festivities fades into interminable silence. You marvel appropriately at his treasures, and Thor beams at you. 
 “My father’s helm,” he replies, nodding at the golden helmet you stand in front of. “It was quite something to see him ride into battle.” 
 “These are amazing,” you reply earnestly. “I’m… I’m very sorry. About what happened.” 
 His smile turns grim. “Yes.” He grimaces. “A loss I fear my people shall never recover from.” The long hallway begins to slope upward, leading to a set of stone steps. He leads you up them, and you follow unquestioningly. His own chambers are above the mead hall, ornately furnished in the style of his destroyed home. You gape at the luxury of it as he leads you inside, your eyes moving from the brightly lit fire in the hearth to the bed, the balcony. The settees and pillows in front of the hearth make for fine seating, and there is a pitcher of wine and two glasses on the table. Thor motions for you to sit, and you do. 
 You smooth the silky fabric of your dress behind you carefully as you perch on the pillows, and Thor begins to pour you another glass. 
 “I really shouldn’t—”
 “What is another glass of wine between friends, hmm?” He asks, knowing full well that the inside of your skull must be buzzing fiercely already. Cowed, you meekly accept the goblet, raising it to your lips as he raises his. “I must complement you once again,” he says, and you fidget, drinking deeply from your goblet. 
 “T-thank you. I honestly… I can’t believe you asked me.” Thor settles himself beside you, close enough that your thighs touch. 
 “I could think of none better.” His hand falls to your shoulder, and you swallow thickly, and lean forward to place your goblet back on the little table in front of you. You miscalculate though, and almost miss. Thor quickly snatches the cup from your alcohol-clumsy fingers with a chuckle. 
“Careful, little mouse.”
 You duck your head.  “I’m—I’m sorry. I think I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” The words are slurry and heavy on your tongue, he can tell by how their edges run together, the words blurring like runny watercolor. “I—”
 “It is strong, is it not?” He hums, placing it on the table. 
 “Y-yes.” You blink up at him blearily before shaking your head. “I-I should go. Check back on the—” His hand clamps down your thigh, large enough to cover most of it with his palm. Thor squeezes gently. 
 “No, pet,” Thor chides you softly. “We’re having a conversation. It is rude to leave now.” You squeak as he squeezes again. “You know, I quite like you.” He revels in the feel of your soft skin under the thin fabric of your dress, his hand moving slowly up and down your thigh. Your eyes widen as you search for an exit, your mouth opening and closing while you try to find words to dissuade him.
 “Th-that’s very nice, but, I, um—”
 Thor chokes off your protests by lifting the goblet to your lips for you. He tilts it up as his other hand slides behind your head. Your eyes widen with shock, and you cough, sputtering as he tips the wine down your throat. Some of it runs out of the corners of your mouth as you choke on it, but far more of it goes down your throat. You feel dizzy and sick as he pulls away, swaying dangerously on the couch. 
 His hands are already working at his belts and trousers furiously, before loosing the cape at his shoulders. You lift a hand to your head as you try—and fail—to stand, falling back to the cushions. Thor hushes your drunken, mumbled protests with his own mouth, sighing as he runs his tongue along the seam of your lips. You’re so small, his hands span almost the length of your waist as he grabs you about the hips, pulling you down until your hips fit lewdly against his. You try to close your thighs around his hips clumsily. The movement forces your dress up your hips, exposing your panties as you fidget.
 “—I, wait—”
 “It’s alright, pet,” he brushes one of this thumbs across your lips, slipping it between them as you open your mouth to speak again. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He groans at the sight of you, and slaps his cock against your vulva a few times for good measure. 
 “F-feel good?” You mumble drunkenly, looking up at him with wide, glassy eyes. 
 “Oh yes, pet,” he purrs, fisting his length in one hand. The thick, veiny length of him stretches almost to your belly button, and as he plays with the swelling nub at your center, you grow slick and whiny. Your breath hitches in your chest as he presses against your tight entrance, your cunt stretching reluctantly around his head. You whine, pressing your head back into the pillows as you huff through your teeth. 
 “T-too big, Thor—” The head pops inside and he feels you shudder, the words turning into an embarrassedly pleased moan. 
 “On the contrary pet,” he says lowly, drawing back only to drive in another few inches. “I think it’s just right.”
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“I’m so, so sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.”
The words were breathless and tired.
Thor stared at you as you blinked back your tears, his eyes glittering with his own.
“But I can’t live like this anymore,” you choked out. “I’m so tired and I’m always worried about you. And I know you’re always worried about me, and I can’t- I can’t do it anymore-“
Pairing: Thor Odinson x f!reader
Word count: 4.4k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, blood and injury/wounds, swearing, crying
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Nothing ever happened in Ohio. 
And as much as nothing ever happened in Ohio, even less happened in Chagrin Falls. 
Yet, as boring as it was, boring equaled simple, which was exactly what you needed after New York.
The small town had came as a bit of a shock to you after living in such a big city for such a long time. For starters, you were pleasantly surprised to find the farmer’s market, grocery store, pharmacy and diner all within a walking distance of each other. If nothing else, you had saved a lot of money on public transportation and getting around since moving. 
The town was easy to get used to. However, suburbia was a bitch. 
Admittedly, you didn’t know what you expected moving into a house in a peaceful area after only knowing apartment buildings and duplexes your entire life, but it took you a while to get the hang of greeting neighbors with a smile, hearing children screaming with joy (and not fear), getting the mail, having housewarming guests and gifts, which were the hardest part of it all. You had figured out rather quickly, after your very first guests - the Nelsons and their four year old son - had stepped out your door and off your porch, that the neighborhood was nosy. 
Very nosy.
Nosy to the point of uncomfortableness, masking their greed for gossip as bare curiosity as you wriggled under their scrutinizing stares and bombarded questions.
“You’re from New York?”
“Why’d you move here?”
“Was the Big Apple too much for a poor girl like you?”
“Say, how do you make a living?”
“Oh, have you met the Avengers?”
It was the last question that usually had you reeling, keen on shoving the nightly guests out the door as fast as possible under the guise that you were tired.
It was the Avengers who had cost you your apartment, your wits, and almost your life in the battle. Well, most of them. One of them had helped; a burly, long-locked god with a mellifluous voice and eyes like home. 
“My apartment...” 
Your voice was quiet, the words barely squeaking out as you stood, dumbfounded, in the middle of the street, staring up at the building about to collapse.
There was no one around you to hear you, anyway, everybody screaming and running around in a panicked frenzy, seeking help and shelter. Probably what you should’ve been doing too, but instead, shock had you cemented to the asphalt, like nails had been driven into your feet and weights had been put in your pockets to keep you in place. 
You vaguely heard an explosion ring from somewhere behind you, saw Captain America run somewhere out of the corner of your eye, but your veins were flooded with worry and devastation at your apartment building, falling down, down down, and it looked like it was getting bigger. 
It was getting bigger. 
No.
It was getting closer. It was getting closer and closer, and it was too late for you to run anywhere. Panic gripped your lungs, cutting off your breath and tears pricked your eyes as they followed the trajectory of the glass building toppling towards you.
There was nothing you could do but accept the fact that you were going to die. How ironic, that your death would be by the very place you lived, in the very city you were supposed to feel alive. 
Something hard hit you, gripping you tightly as the air was knocked out of your lungs, and suddenly you were flying. Were you already dead? Impossible.
Flying across the street, straight through glass and skidding to a stop against the cold tile of a dark, abandoned maintenance store. You didn’t know when you closed your eyes, only that you opened them once you realized you weren’t hurt. You weren’t hurt, because their was a strong arm wrapped around your waist, across your back, and the other, its hand cradling your head to a chest. A firm, armored chest, panting against your face buried into it, and you looked up.
Periwinkle eyes stared back at you, vivid and light despite the building crashing down just outside, sending a wave of wind and debris into the store and across you on the floor. His blond hair fluttered forward at the breeze, tickling your cheeks, which were now turning pink at the realization of-
“Thor,” you said meekly, nodding once, unable to form a coherent sentence.
You saw the beginnings of a smile itch his lips, before he sat on his knees in front of you, pulling you up with him by your hand. 
“Are you alright, my lady?”
You swallowed, throat suddenly dry, and you nodded jerkily. “Y-yeah, yes- Thank you.”
“You should be more careful.”
“I- I know.”
“You’re lucky you caught my eye when you did.”
His words forced a blush to your cheeks, heating the back of your neck as you tried telling your mind he didn’t mean it like that. Thor seemed to notice your inner turmoil and offered you a smile, a real one this time, and the sight of it seemed to lift a tremendous weight off your shoulders. 
It was only then when you realized he was still holding your hand in his. Fuck, you were sweating. Your palms were probably sweaty, and he probably thought you were gross, and you were sure you looked like an absolute mess sitting in front of a literal god and he-
“I’ll come back for you later.”
His voice pulled you out of your twister of thoughts. “What?”
“I’ll come back for you later,” he repeated, eyebrows raised slightly in amusement, and he gave your hand a small squeeze before letting go. “To make sure you’re alright.”
You were flabbergasted, watching him in silence as he stood, turned, rich red cape flowing around him, and held his hand out in front of him. You had no time to be confused about it, because a hammer - his hammer - flew into his outstretched palm in a matter of a few seconds, making you flinch in surprise. 
Thor turned back to take another look at you. 
“Stay safe. I’ll be seeing you.”
And then he was gone, and your ass was growing numb on the cold tiles.
The first time Thor had come to see you in Chagrin Falls, you had almost choked on your morning bagel. Hair like a bird’s nest, a two day old stain of something on your t-shirt, your feet tucked into a pair of slippers, and you answered the door to the god with a grin on his face as bright as day itself. 
And before you even got the chance to say anything, he had pulled you into a bear hug, enveloping his large arms around you and shoving your bewildered face into his chest. Apparently, Thor liked making new friends. You had guessed as much. And when you had asked him how he knew where to find you, he gave you a long-winded explanation of how he had to strike a deal with Stark cleaning the compound gym every week in order to get your location, which only ended with you in stitches from laughing so hard and Thor watching you in bemusement. 
It had become a routine, soon enough, with him visiting you every week. He would come to talk to you, to laugh with you, to eat with you. You told him all about each of your nosy neighbors, and he told you about his childhood adventures with his brother. 
Thor’s weekly visits grew closer together, and he started visiting you almost every other day with a new bruise or cut or scratch that you took upon yourself to clean. He insisted you had no need to, but you felt like you had to do something.
Small cuts and black eyes became stab wounds and second degree burns. 
You grew more worried each time he knocked on your door, afraid of what you would find on the other side.
Neither of you would look into the other’s eyes for too long, him sitting on the cold tile of your bathroom, you on your knees in front of him as you wiped away dried blood from his skin, too scared that all your feelings would spill over your lash line like tears if you stared too long. You weren’t stupid, nor were you blind: you saw the way his chest slowed and the goosebumps rising along his skin wherever your fingers grazed it, as if he stopped breathing to make it more convenient for you. And Thor saw the way your eyes flickered to his lips before looking away again after you iced his bruised jaw. 
Yet, even through all the tension and silent yearning, the two of you stayed where you were. Probably because you were too afraid of ruining the perfectly balanced friendship you had already built, holding it high on a throne made of glass; solid but willing to break if pushed. 
You had grown to love Thor’s visits, and he had started leaving his things around your small, suburban home: a hair tie from the time you braided his hair, a shirt that you now slept in; even a gorgeous, golden cuff you presumed was a marking of royalty where he was from lied peacefully on your bedside table. 
Sometimes he would be gone for days or weeks on end. Off doing royal duties, or fighting some monster or another. You never really bothered to ask for the details of his battles because you knew you wouldn’t be able to bear the knowledge of how he got his wounds. The bloodied rags and bandages lying in a pile in the corner of your bathroom after he left every time were enough for you. 
He hissed, stomach twitching at the sting the antiseptic spray caused on his torso. 
“You need to stay still-”
“It hurts-”
“You’re a god, for crying out loud.”
Thor let out a defeated sigh, before his hand shot out to grip your wrist. “No more spray, please.”
“Fine,” you complied with a purse of your lips, and set the small bottle down on the tiles next to you. 
He let his head drop back, leaning it against the cool wall of the bathroom behind him as you worked. You tried making as little contact as possible with his skin as you wrapped up his wound, but it was proving to be difficult with the way he was breathing heavily, and the slight nervous tremble in your fingertips. 
You finished bandaging him up, and finally brought your focus back to his face. Studying it, you concluded the few small scratches on his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose were no cause for concern. Meeting his eyes with yours, the ever-dormant fire in your gut reignited when he smiled weakly at you. You smiled back, hoping his hearing wasn’t strong enough to pick up on the quickening pace of your heart as his blue eyes flickered from yours to your lips. 
He was too close. 
You had to do something, because he was a beckoning volcano and you were standing too close to the edge, only needing a small push to fully jump into his hot lava. 
“All done,” you rasped, throat dry and aching with the words you wished you could say instead. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Thor had almost looked disappointed at the interrupted silence. 
You were worried about him, all the time. You couldn’t help it, you were an anxious person, always fussing over him when he was there, and wondering if he was alright when he wasn’t there. Each time you saw him standing in your doorway, you felt a crack in your bleeding heart grow larger. You knew one day it would eventually split in two.
And then Thor stopped coming over.
It burned your soul entirely. What did you do wrong? You kept thinking back to the last time he had been over. You had attempted to make homemade pizza, and it had gone terribly wrong, so you ordered one instead. 
“Thor, sweetheart, I don’t think it’s supposed to stay in for that long...”
Thor waved you off with a scoff. “Please, Y/N, I know what I’m doing.”
Rolling your eyes, you sighed and pushed yourself off the counter, deciding to make yourself useful and wash the dishes you had dirtied.
“Whatever you say, big guy,” you muttered to yourself, seemingly forgetting Thor had unearthly hearing, because the yelp you let out when he grabbed your waist from behind was in genuine surprise. 
“I’ve been taught by the best, haven’t I?” 
He grinned down at you, as you tilted your head to look at him behind you. You smiled, blushing softly and rolling your eyes again. He chuckled, and the deep timbre of his tone carried throughout your bones, travelling down your spine and settling at the bottom. 
Soon enough, after half the world disappeared, you had gotten news of what had happened, and it was catastrophic: Tony Stark dead, Black Widow dead, Captain America retired. Loki dead. Thanos won. It was all too much to take in, and you fell into a state of depression like never before, locking yourself in your house and speaking to nobody more than necessary, especially not your neighbors with the prying eyes and fake smiles. 
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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 
The faint, steady rhythm of the clock hands was the only thing you could hear in your quiet kitchen. You had made yourself a cup of tea, with the intention of drinking it while watching one of your favorite movies in the living room. 
It was a mistake you had realized only after you had trudged down the stairs; all your favorite movies were now tainted with deep laughs and calloused hands stealing your popcorn. 
You had to admit: life without Thor was unbearably empty and boring. You hadn’t even realized how much light he shined into your life until you had stopped seeing him and your days grew dull and gray. Yet, above all this, you felt like a horrible person for being grateful he wasn’t around anymore. 
Not having him come over anymore meant not having to stress about his injuries. Not having to clean his blood from your bathroom counter. Not having the familiar pain in your chest each time you said goodbye and wondered what wounds he would come back with next time. You still worried, yes, but not actively. Your worry had become something involuntary, something your body just knew how to do on the sidelines while you went about your dark days, like breathing or pumping blood. 
Your tea grew lukewarm in your half-empty mug as you stared at your socks. You couldn’t stomach the rest of it, so you poured it down the sink drain with a heavy sigh. 
The thought of going back upstairs to lay in your bed and stare at the wall again was more comforting than it should’ve been. Before you could cross the hardwood floors to reach your staircase, a heavy knock came from outside. 
It was more of a thud than anything else, really.
Another one sounded, and your brows furrowed in confusion, and a slight tinge of fear, as you realized someone was knocking on your door. 
Eyes flittering to the clock, your confusion only grew when you read 9:27 p.m. What business did any of your neighbors have knocking on your door at half past 9 in the evening? 
Another knock against the door, and the soft creak of your wooden porch. Your porch never creaked when you stepped on it, because it needed something heavy enough to put pressure on the panels groaning with age. A thought came to your mind, but you shooed it away just as quick as it had appeared, beating back that little trickle of hope that had awoken deep inside your heart. 
Swallowing thickly, your throat was drier than you anticipated as you took slow, cautious steps towards your front door. It was only when your hand was rested on the doorknob had you realized you were too stupid to bring a weapon of some sorts with you. Serial killers in the 80s would have loved you. 
Biting back your nerves, and reassuring yourself that it was, in fact, not someone out to murder you in cold blood, you twisted the handle. 
You were met with a familiar blue eye, one you could recognize in a crowd of thousands, even when it was filled with unshed tears like right now. The other one, however, came as a shock to you. A brown so bright it was almost like melted gold, soft honey where there used to be oceanic waves. It was different, and almost artificial. 
And your focus was snagged by the lack of golden hair he used to take pride in, and you stopped yourself before memories of braiding it late at night flooded in and took over. It looked darker when it was shorter, but you couldn’t say it was a bad look on him. 
“My lady,” he whispered, voice hoarse and tired.
“... Thor?”
At the sound of his name on your lips, Thor’s previously defeated frame finally collapsed. He fell to his knees at your door, and in reflex, you shot your hands out to grab him, falling down with him. 
Your fingers grappled at the cotton fabric of his grey hoodie, oversized and tattered with wear. You watched as a tear slipped out of his blue eye and down his cheek, and as his hands came up to grab your wrists tenderly. 
You couldn’t get over the shock of seeing him again after months of no contact, still trying to register his new look and attempting to absorb every detail of his face. That was bad enough, but seeing him break down in front of you was a different level of torture. 
“Wh-what-”
You couldn’t form the words; couldn’t get them past your lips and out into the open, to ask what was wrong, where he had been, why he hadn’t come sooner. But seeing him fall apart at the seams in front of you, you concluded the answers to those questions weren’t as important as healing him right now. Just as you always had. Just as you always would.
Thor took in a deep shuddering breath, and for a fleeting moment you wondered if any of your nosy neighbors were seeing this go down from their living room windows. You didn’t care, though, because they wouldn’t be able to see much anyways; the only light provided came from deep inside your house, and the faint, flickering orange hue of the streetlight at the end of your driveway, giving the god in front of you a soft glow to his quiet sobs. 
“I didn’t even know if you were still here- I didn’t know how to- I’m-”
His words came out choppy, the sentences broken as you shushed him. You brought up a hand to push back his hair. Your other hand dropped to his, bringing it to your chest. It was something you had done often for him, whenever a battle had gone particularly awful, or when he fell asleep on your couch and awoke in a cold sweat. 
“I’m here, of course I’m here,” you reassured him in a hushed voice, pressing his palm harder into your chest. “See? I’m okay, I’m alive and I’m here with you. Breathe.”
Your steady heartbeat under his fingers reminded Thor to take a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, closing his eyes. 
“It- it was all my fault, you know,” he stuttered out, and before you could ask what he meant, he continued. “I had such a clear shot and I could have taken it, but I didn’t, Y/N, I didn’t. Why? Why didn’t I? I should have thought about it before burying Stormbreaker into his stupid chest, and now it’s all my fault.”
You shook your head, brows furrowed as you grasped onto his hand. “Thor, sweetheart, it’s not your fault-”
“But it is-”
“No, it’s not,” you said firmly. “You gave it your all. I know you did. You always do.”
“And Loki...”
The tone of his voice broke your heart even further than it already was, and you knew. You knew this wasn’t just self-guilt over the Snap. It was guilt over not being able to save his brother. Thor was grieving in your arms and you had no idea how to help him this time. This time, he had come to you with no wounds but the ones on his soul.
So, you bit your tongue and swallowed back your feelings. 
“I would have come sooner, my darling, I swear it on my crown, but I was... so afraid,” Thor breathed, and your chest caved.
“I was so afraid,” he continued, “that you were gone, too. I lost Loki. I lost my parents. I lost all of the people I loved, and I couldn’t bear the thought of having lost you, too, so I figured staying oblivious to your state would help the pain go away but it did not, my lady. I thought of you every day, and dreamt of you every night, wondering if you were alright or if you, too, were dusted away by a mistake of my own hand.”
His words elicited a wave of salty tears to form in your eyes, and trickle over your lash line. Thor’s hand came up to caress your cheek as your ears rang.
He may have said something.
You couldn’t be sure because you couldn’t read his lips through your tears, and your ears were ringing too loud to hear him. He just said he loved you.
A late-night breeze blew across your porch, making your cheeks cold where the tears streaked them as they rolled down to your chin. 
You shook your head then, pulled out of your stupor by Thor’s other hand reaching up to cup your face, holding it gently between the palms of his hands. 
“Please, please don’t,” you whispered, and you could see the evident confusion on his features.
“I’m so, so sorry, my love. I’m so sorry.”
The words were breathless and tired.
Thor stared at you as you blinked back your tears, his eyes glittering with his own. 
“But I can’t live like this anymore,” you choked out. “I’m so tired and I’m always worried about you. And I know you’re always worried about me, and I can’t - I can’t do it anymore -”
“Y/N.”
“Thor, take it back, please,” you begged.
“What...?”
“Take back what you said, please,” you said through tears. “About loving me and losing me, please, I can’t bear it.”
“But, my love, I cannot take it back, for it’s the truth. I’ve fallen apart without you and the only way I can put myself together again is with your help, with your touch, your words, your laughter, please-”
“No. Thor, don’t you see how selfish you’re being?”
You were full on sobbing now, but you couldn’t care less. 
“I love you, Thor, with all the heart and soul my mortal being possesses, I swear it. But I can’t deal with this anymore. The worrying and the stress. The wondering if you’ll come back next time. And not to mention the way you really hadn’t come back last time.”
The god ran silent. No movement from him either, other than his tears and the slow heaving of his chest in front of you. You brought your hands up to your face, and slowly, gently, removed his own. 
You gave them a squeeze, and swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you thought about your next actions. 
“Thor...,” you said quietly.
He waited with baited breath.
“I need you to leave now.”
Immediately, he began shaking his head in protest.
“This isn’t up for debate, Thor, you need to go.”
You rose up from your knees then, dropping his hands, and they fell onto his lap before shooting out to grab the hem of your shirt.
“Please don’t do this, Y/N, I don’t know if I can survive without you,” he said, almost as if through a whine, and you squeezed your eyes shut, praying for the strength to push him away. You leaned your head against the doorframe, tired and heartbroken, as he buried his head in your stomach. His large arms wrapped around your hips, gripping you like a vice as he cried more. 
Your soul felt like it was shattering into a million tiny pieces, but you knew staying would only have you more hurt in the long run. 
Gathering the last bit of resolve you had, you gripped onto Thor’s arms and pushed him away, taking a step back as you did so. You could barely stand the sight of him so broken.
“You’ve taken so many parts of me, Thor, and I don’t know how to get them back now,” you said quietly, watching him bow his head down, shoulders slumping with silent tears.
“I’m so sorry, but it’s for the best.”
You shut the door with a final whisper in the night air, leaving Thor and all his fractured pieces behind it. You waited for a long time, sitting on the floor with your back to the door, for him to leave. One hour. Two hours. Three.
In those three hours, you had almost crumbled multiple times, considering opening the door and just letting him in to completely consume you. You were smarter than that, though, so you bit down on your knuckles until they bled and the urge went away. 
After those torturous three hours passed, and you heard your wooden porch creak with the weight it was all too familiar with, you let out a long, burdened sigh. 
You fell asleep on the floor, too afraid that if you were to get up and move, each part of your body would disintegrate and leave behind nothing but your pain and aching sorrow, and the heavy organ of your bleeding heart on the ground, beating slowly to the beat of a single drum.
Thor. Thor. Thor. Thor.
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AN: Good morning lovelies! Day 27! Wow! As it's Thursday, it would be rude not to make it Thor's day....
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
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Pairing: Thor x Agent!Reader
CW: Oral Fixation, Food Play, Mild Angst, Pining, Ace!Yelena, Explicit Sexual Content, more details than anyone needs about how to eat a Jaffa Cake
Word Count: 3k
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He was watching you again.
The Asgardian prince. Thor.
He appeared from time to time, in a flash of rainbow lights, swung his axe at the bad guys, got Bucky rip-roaring drunk on magic mead and waxed lyrical with Yelena about her sister. Then he’d disappear again, not to be seen again for weeks.
You had noticed though, when he was here, he had a tendency to watch you. At first you thought it was wariness, and unfamiliarity. You were a new agent, brought in to be part of the ‘new’ Avengers team. You weren’t a field agent. You did logistics and on-line support, every so often taking the pilots role for the jet, but you were included in team activities, including movie night. Thor had appeared just in time for the latest mission, and after helping to get one up on the bad guy of the week, he had agreed to stay on for take-out and movies.
“It has been a while since I have sat and watched one of your mortal stories,” he had boomed, voice easily taking over the entire room. And although he had directed his statement to Yelena, who’d invited him to stay, you could make out, from the corner of your eye, that he was looking at you. Which was just great. Because if you’d noticed then Yelena definitely had, which would lead to even more teasing from the Russian.
“He likes you, маленькая жена.”
“He doesn’t even know me, Lena. And I am not his ‘little wife’.”
“He wants to know you though. Trust me. Just because I don’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean I don’t recognise when others do. And that man, that God, wants to…”
You’d clamped your hands over your ears and jogged off down the hall, shouting out “lalalalalala” to cover over whatever your friend was going to say next. Not because you didn’t want to know. Oh no! You really did. You absolutely did. But there was no way you were going to let Yelena in on that information. That when you did feel his eyes on you, you felt your whole body suffused with warmth. How you could feel your heart beating between your legs, your core throbbing with need.
He was the most beautiful man, you’d ever set your eyes on and the idea that he would want you…ungh! Well let’s just say that Thor had featured in some of your personal self-care imaginings.
Now here you were a few hours later, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, wearing your PJ shorts and a baggy t-shirt, and holding your tub of chicken and noodles, putting them away with gusto with your chopsticks. Bucky and Sam were on the other sofa, cuddled up and looking sickeningly cute (how those guys could go from gruff and macho to a pair of fucking kittens gave you whiplash), Yelena and Kate were sprawled out on the bean bags on the floor, Kate giving Yelena a foot rub and Thor, well he had just come into the room and you realised too late that the only space left for him was next to you.
You shuffled up and gave him a small smile as he sat, the sofa cushions giving way beneath his large bulk, and you had to adjust your balance, so you didn’t fall against him.
“What are we watching?” 
His whisper was so close to your ear your flesh was tickled by his facial hair. For a moment your mind went blank, images of him tickling other parts of your body with his beard flashing through your brain.
“Huh? Um. I’m not sure. It’s Yelena’s pick, so I hope it’s not too scary.”
“Never fear, little one. I can always protect you.” He gave you a dramatic wink and turned to the large TV screen, leaving you in a scrambled state.
Was he just flirting with you?
Luckily Yelena had been in a silly action mood, and you were able to return most of your attention back to the film, as you continued to eat your food. You were still aware though of Thor, watching you eat. You could almost feel his gaze each time you lifted another morsel of chicken to your lips, or sucked in a bunch of noodles.
 Weird.
Having finished your take-out, you grabbed your favourite movie snack from the table in front of you; a box of British ‘Jaffa Cakes’, a treat you’d discovered on a mission and couldn’t get enough of.
You opened the packet absentmindedly as you watched the good guys getting ready to storm the bad guy’s lair to look for the hostages, although as it was only the second act of the film, there was bound to be some trap or other. Taking out the first chocolate covered sponge cake, you nibbled around the edge, careful not to bit into the disc of orange jello that sat sandwiched between the chocolate and sponge layers. Next, you peeled the jello off the cake base, popping the latter into your mouth. That left you holding the disc of jello, still covered with a thin layer of chocolate. You delicately picked off the larger pieces, eating them, before placing the orange centre on your tongue and letting it dissolve. 
You felt the weight of Thor’s gaze but tried to ignore him as you reached into the packet for a second Jaffa cake. After the third you couldn’t take it anymore, turning to face him.
“What are you looking at?” you hissed, trying not to make your voice too audible to the others.
Thor at least had the good grace to look chagrined at being caught staring, and in the low light of the room you were aware of a pinkening of his skin as he blushed.
“I…um…wondered what it is that you are eating and why you are dissecting it thus?”
Your ire retreated, and you felt a little mean at being so harsh. You nabbed another one of your treats and held it out to him, leaning a little closer so you could talk to him over the sounds of Hollywood gunfire.
“You can eat it all in one go, like a soft cookie, but I think it’s better if you take it apart.” Thor took it between his fingers and gave it a light squeeze and a sniff.
“Is it a cookie or a cake?”
“Would you believe that the UK government spent a long time debating that?”
A bark of laughter left him, making Kate turn around and ‘shush’ him. Yelena just grinned at you, and you rolled your eyes, before turning your attention back to Thor.
“Like this…” You grabbed another of your own and faced him as you took it apart, Thor shyly copying your actions, his eyes fixed on your mouth. As you placed the orange part on your tongue you heard his intake of breath, his eyes going wide, and suddenly he was up, striding out of the room as fast as his legs could take him.
Sam made to get up, but Bucky snagged his boyfriend’s wrist, keeping him in place, but cocked his head in your direction and then in the direction of the door, a clear entreaty for you to go after Thor. You only hesitated for a moment, snagging the rest of the box of Jaffa Cakes off the table as you set off to find him.
It didn’t take you long to find him; he was further down the corridor, striding towards the room that he used when he stayed in the compound. Apparently, it wasn’t a good idea to drink and bi-frost, so quarters had been made available at the behest of King Valkyrie after a previous incident that both she and Thor refused to talk about.
You jogged to catch up with him, grasping hold of his arm.
“Thor? Are you okay?”
He whirled around, a look of pain across his face.
“I am fine. I just felt the urge to be alone.”
You didn’t believe him, and despite the difference in size and strength between you, you managed to steer him to the side of the corridor.
“Nope.” You popped the P. “Not buying it, Thunderpants. What’s given you the willies?”
“The what? No…” He wafted his hand at you. “Nothing upsets me. I am a God.”
His false bravado was equally unconvincing. Without really thinking, you took another Jaffa cake from the pack and took a bite out of it, running your assessing gaze over him. He looked back at you and then suddenly closed his eyes and gulped, a flush making its way up his throat.
“What?!”
Thor took in a deep breath before opening his eyes, the pained look back on his face.
“Please…”
“Please what, Thor? I know we aren’t the closest of friends, but we could change that…”
He moved then, as quick as the lightning he controlled, moving the pair of you, so it was now you against the wall, his body close, pinning you.
“I don’t want to be friends.” His voice was a low growl and your eyes widened in both shock and hurt. Did he hate you? What had you ever done to make him feel this way? You tried to push past him, but you couldn’t move his bulk.
“Then let me go, and I’ll never bother you again, your Highness.”
His eyes narrowed, and you realised he was watching your lips.
“I do not wish to do that either. You really have no idea, do you? I do not want to be friends, because I wish to be more. You have bewitched me. I see you, and all I want is to feel these lips - your lips - on mine.”
He raised his hand, as if he were about to touch your mouth and you couldn’t help the hitch in your breath.
“When you talk, little one, I would have all your words directed to me. When you eat, I wish it were me you were devouring. I want nothing more to feel you against me, so close neither of us knows where one ends and the other begins…You are a treasure to be worshipped. Min skatt.
His words wove an erotic spell and a whimper of need left your throat.
“Thor… I…
But he carried on as if you hadn’t spoken.
“But I know it’s impossible, and I am sorry for burdening you with my feelings, and…”
You’d heard enough and could no longer hold back. You cupped his face with your free hand, feeling his soft beard against your palm.
“Shut and kiss me, Thunderpants.” You didn’t wait for him to take in what you’d said, pulling him down and rising up on your toes to join your lips together. You heard him growl and you felt sparks shoot through you as you tasted each other. Thor pulled you impossibly closer and you wrapped your arms around his neck, barely registering the fact that he was now carrying you and walking down the corridor. In fact you only really noticed your change of venue when you felt yourself being lowered onto his mattress.
Thor broke the kiss and your eyes - that you hadn’t even realised you’d closed - fluttered open, to take in his stormy, lust filled gaze looking down on you.
“Tell me what you want, kjære. Be very clear now how far this can go, because I want all of you, but I will do as you wish.”
Realising you were still holding your now slightly crushed box of Jaffa cakes, you dumped it down next to you on the bed, so you could thread the fingers of both hands into Thor’s hair, bringing your faces so close together that your breath mingled.
“Make love to me, Thor. Make me yours.” You rubbed your nose up and down the side of his, feeling the tension in his arms where he hovered over your body. “Feel my lips where you wish, make them let loose sounds of ecstasy, for your ears alone.”
He initiated the next kiss, his mouth crashing onto yours, the bed dipping as he took his weight on his knees so he could help you shed your clothes and you could help him shed his. Two pairs of hands roamed, mapping naked skin, finding scars, muscle and soft flesh in equal measure. You pushed at him and he allowed you to roll him with a chuckle. You straddled his hips, feeling him nestled against you, but tried not to look…yet. Instead you focused on his chest and chiselled abs. 
He really was built like a god…
His large hands were settled on your hips, just holding you gently, and he was looking up at you with an expression that let you know that he was holding himself back, letting you set the pace, even if it killed him. But you were feeling impish. Leaning to the side you grabbed your squashed snack box, pulling out a sorry looking Jaffa Cake. Tilting your head as though you were objectively studying him, you nibbled around the edge.
“So, the God of Thunder is obsessed with my mouth? My lips? Interesting…” You peeled the jelly off the cake base and placed it over one dusky nipple and the piece of cake over the other. You heard his intake of breath, saw his broad chest inflate and the bits of food move, and you giggled, before bending forward. You pressed kisses over the swell of one pectoral, moving closer and closer to the sponge. Flicking your eyes up to look at him, you snagged the cake off his skin, and when you had it in your mouth, you nipped at his pebbled peak.
“Skatt….” He growled it out, but there was a twinkle in his eye.
“What?” You smiled back, mischievously, before swapping sides to lick up the chocolate covered orange jelly. “You wanted my mouth on you. Speaking of…” 
You slid down him, his length gliding through your folds then up your stomach until you were eye to…well eye with it.
Oh my!
Yup. Definitely god-like…
You took him in your hand, aware of his ragged breath as tried to control his reactions. Your fingers and thumb couldn’t meet around his girth and you clenched on nothingness as you imagined how it would feel inside you. Locking gazes with him again, your tongue snuck out from between your lips and you licked across his tip. You moaned in tandem, before you licked him again, swirling around the head and then taking it into your mouth. You moaned again, the sound vibrating around Thor’s cock as you sought to take him as far into your mouth as you could.The feel of him, the weight, the taste. It was divine. You bobbed your head and stroked him and you felt Thor tremble beneath you.
“Enough!”
You squeaked, as he dragged you back up his body, and flipped you both over again. He captured one of your breasts in his mouth and you clung to him, writhing under his touch. His hand traced down your body, squeezing your hip briefly, before sliding into your folds, seeking the wetness there.
“Oh God!” How was it even possible that his touch felt this good? He swirled his finger around your entrance, teasing you like you’d teased him, before pressing it in. After a few thrusts he added a second and then a third, curling them and then spreading them and you clung to the sheets below you.
“Thor, please, I need you. Tease me and take it slow some other time.”
“As you wish…” He moved over you, cock in hand and notched it at the entrance to your weeping pussy. When he pushed in, you saw stars, your back arching. You heard him hiss as he held himself back as your channel clutched at him. Then he was rocking back and forth, feeding himself into you inch by glorious inch, until his hips were flush to the back of your thighs and you could lock your legs around his sculpted waist. 
His face hovered over yours and you pulled him to you, crashing your lips together again as he started to move with slow, steady strokes which allowed you to get used to his size. He felt as good as, no better than, you thought he would be and you moaned into his mouth. He increased his speed bit by bit and you both broke the kiss in order to concentrate on your spiralling pleasure. You pressed your mouth to the firm flesh below his collar bone, moaning into it and nipping at his flesh. Your hands were tangled in his blonde hair, twisting and pulling, revelling in the noises you pulled out of him. But it was the way his cock was pressing against your insides, rubbing you, stretching you that pushed you to the precipice.
“Thor, I’m gonna cum. Oh God! I’m gonna cum.”
“Then cum, min skatt. Cum for me. I need to feel you as you do.” 
A few more thrusts, with Thor pressing his body against your clit and you were crying out, repeating his name over and over, and shuddering in his arms as you milked his cock.
“Norns! I can’t hold back any more!
Thor pulled his cock from the clutch of your body, taking himself in hand and jerking himself, cumming with a groan, in thick white ropes across your lower abdomen. He dropped down next to you on the mattress, cuddling into your side, his face in the crook of your neck. 
“Give me a few moments, kjære, then I will clean you up before making you shout my name again. It should be the only word on those lips of yours.”
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