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moonlit-imagines · 2 days
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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger
Avengers x reader
warnings:
a/n: it not too long i so sorry
prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”
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“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”
“you can’t remember anything” -nat
“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony
“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve
“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor
“at least im not the only one” -steve
it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot
much much more serious than that
rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun
you name it you forgot it
i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke
“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony
“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you
“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony
“oh ok i forgot” -you
“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision
“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you usingbthe microwave? you dont eat”
“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision
“he’s got you there” -steve
“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out
you walked right back in
“what’d you forget?” -steve
“wallet, phone, keys” -you
tony noticed
“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony
“not sure, just out” -steve
“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony
as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover
“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you
“check your wrist, kid” -nat
“oh, right…okay thanks” -you
“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you
“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony
*clink loudly snickering over comms*
kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out
“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”
you forgot to set a timer
and forgot you were making cookies
the avengers honestly did find it endearing
just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line
but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly
“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony
“i will not” -wanda
“oh well nevermind then” -tony
honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 5 months
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teamwork
kinktober, day twenty-six
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a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.
summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 
warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
word count: 5400
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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 
“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”
Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”
“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 
Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 
“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 
“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 
“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 
With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.
Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 
Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 
“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”
Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.
From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”
With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”
“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”
“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 
“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 
“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”
Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 
“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.
“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 
“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”
“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”
“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 
“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 
“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 
“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”
“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.
“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”
From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 
“No, it wasn’t-”
But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 
Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”
“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 
“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”
“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 
Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”
“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 
Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”
“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”
“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”
“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”
“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”
Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”
“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 
“And just why would he do such a thing?”
“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”
“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 
“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”
Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”
“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”
As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”
Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”
With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 
Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 
As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 
But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 
Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”
“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 
“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 
You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 
Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”
Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 
Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”
“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 
“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”
“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”
“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”
“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.
You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 
“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”
Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”
“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”
Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 
“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 
Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”
Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 
When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 
“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 
As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”
“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”
As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 
“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 
Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 
Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 
Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 
“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”
Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 
“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 
Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 
When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”
Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 
It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 
After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.
“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”
In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”
“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”
“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”
The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”
Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”
“I’m a dirty girl.”
Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”
“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!
Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.
“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 
“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 
Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”
“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 
“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 
“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”
Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 
“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.
Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”
Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.
“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 
Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 
“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 
After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 
But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”
“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”
Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”
“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.
“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 
“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”
Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 
“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 
“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”
Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 
With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”
Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 
Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 
“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”
Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 
“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.
“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 
“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 
“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”
“B-but it’s so much, I-”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”
“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”
And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.
“Aah!” 
Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 
Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.
Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?
Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.
Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 
Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 
Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”
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midastouch013 · 22 days
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Thor: I have a new game for thy mortals.. it's called "Lift Mjolnir"
Natasha: Because nothing builds teamwork like a bunch of males with fragile egos trying to lift an enchanted thing.
Y/N: I'm, in but can we make it a thumb war instead?
Natasha: smacks head And then there's her
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Stress Relief
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Pairing(s): Thor Odinson x male reader
Rating: Explicit
Requested: Yes or no?
Warnings: top Thor Odinson, bottom male reader, praise kink, oral sex, cum eating, slight spanking, biting, and blowjob (Thor receiving.
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: Thor wants to unwind after working and dealing with his brother. You decided to give Thor the best way to relax. 
A/N:  Hello, my 🍓little strawberries🍓! I’m finally on summer break, so now I can work on requests! Hopefully, all requests will be made before the year ends. Anyways, enjoy!
Tags: @spnfanboy777 @meyocoko @buckyshusband0 @blurredx18 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost
Read before continuing: If you’re younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems.
You were lying in bed, scrolling through social media to entertain yourself. Some people were doing the most idiotic things; others told stories from Reddit; and random memes that were becoming popular.
Nothing was happening. Usually, something would be happening at the Avengers Tower, but everybody is out doing something. Tony was testing new weapons in the desert, Steve and Sam were in Washington D.C, and the others you don’t know. 
Everything was quiet until your door opened. You jumped at the sudden intrusion until you looked to see it was Thor. 
He had an annoyed look on his face. You thought there was a vein popping out on his forehead. His jaw was clenching, face red with annoyance. He just looked at you before his features softened, but the look before was still there. 
He then sits right next to you.
You would ask what happened until you remembered why he was gone. Thor had gone back to Asgard to deal with some things. “Was it Loki or Odin?”
“Yeah,” Thor replied as he lays down.
“Do you want me to help you relax?” You said, moving your body closer to Thor’s. He immediately knew what you were hinting at. He smirks at your offer. 
“I would love that, darling,” Thor whispers into your ear as his rough hands roam underneath your shirt. He is pinching your nipples. You groan at the sensation of Thor’s touch. It was rough but soft and sweet.
Thor pulls his hands away. He pushed all the sheets to the side. His hands then move towards his pants, rubbing the noticeable bulge, blue eyes staring into yours. 
You moved from your position on the side of the bed to the floor between his legs. Thor removed his pants, revealing his enormous bulge trapped underneath his undergarments. You could see the thing throbbing with a little wet spot at the tip. 
Your mouth salivates at the sight. Thor smirks as he strokes his cock through the fabric. Without a second thought, you pulled down the last piece of clothing: The most delicious part of Thor.
No matter how often you saw Thor’s cock, it always amazed you. He had the cock of a God. 7.5 inches (19 cm) with veins tracing to the red tip. A somewhat darker shade compared to the rest of his body. His cock was also girthy, measuring 6.5 inches wide (16 cm). You could see the tiny slit already leaking a transparent liquid, precum.
“Like what you see?” Thor said gruffly, as he grabbed his thick cock and slapped it against your left cheek. Smearing his pre-cum all over your cheek. You sigh as Thor guides his cock to your mouth. 
The salty taste of Thor’s precum made contact with your tongue as he slowly pushed deep into your mouth. You could feel your nose touching Thor’s trimmed bush. An incredible musky scent feels your nostrils as Thor doesn’t move your head.
After a few moments, you pulled your head and began slurping his thick cock. Your tongue swirling around the fat red tip, drinking his sweet but salty pre-cum. Thor’s chest heaves as he feels your warm wet mouth slurping his enormous cock.
Thor’s cock felt warm and heavy inside your mouth. You pulled back again to lick the sides of his cock before tracing your tongue along the protruding vein. Thor begins to move his hips as he grips the bed sheets. His balls are slapping against the bottom of your chin. 
His grip on your head tightens as he thrusts into your mouth. “Fucking– so good…” Thor moans as he thrusts a little faster. He could feel your tongue flicking over the silt drinking his sticky precum from the source. 
Thor looks down to see a beautiful sight. You are on your knees sucking his cock, drool, and precum sipping from the edges of your mouth. His cock glistened in the light from your saliva as you moved up and down his cock.
“F-Fuck, baby… Y-you’re– s-sucking m-me so… g-good!” Thor begins to remove his shirt. His chiseled body glistened in sweat as his other hand moved to his pectorals. He groans as he plays with his rock-hard nipples. Twisting and turning while squeezing his pecs. 
“Y-You’re amazing! F-fuck” Thor thrusts faster as he lets out a loud groan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, teeth-gritting. You feel his thick creamy cum gush out from his tip, making contact with your tongue. A salty taste was prevalent as it ran down your throat.
You could feel your cock throbbing in your pants. Some pre-cum seeping through the cloth of your briefs. You happily let the cum run down your throat.
Thor’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm his breathing. Sweat runs down his forehead as he continues to admire you from above.
You pull back from between his legs as you gather the remaining cum around your mouth. Eyes half-closed and lazy as you swirl your tongue around the cum coated finger.
“Fuck, baby… You must want me to fuck that tight ass of yours? Yeah?” *Thor growls as he pulls from the ground and throws you onto the bed. Face first and ass facing him.
You could feel Thor beginning to remove your pants and your briefs. The cold air makes your throbbing cock shiver from the coldness. 
Thor was mesmerized. His large rough hands move across the fat of your ass. Giving your ass slaps as he smirks from the way the flesh jiggles. 
His hands spread your cheeks apart to reveal your tight hole. Puckering from the air as it clenches around nothing.
He was chuckling to himself as he pushed you further into the mattress as his hands continued to smack your ass, enjoying the way it jiggled from the hard impact. Your ass turning red with noticeable handprints. 
“You’ve been working out? This ass got fatter. I like that,” Thor says as he squishes and kneads it like dough. Even though he had an orgasm a few minutes ago, his cock was throbbing again. 
The bed’s springs squeak as Thor’s heavy body moves temporarily to search through a nearby dresser. After a few seconds, he returns with a bottle of lube.
You could hear the bottle cap opening and the lubricant squeezing out onto his hand. Thor smears the lubricant all over his hand before moving them down toward your hole. 
Your eyes widened for two reasons. One was feeling Thor slowly penetrate your tight hole with the lubed finger. His thick fingers slowly pushed deeper until you felt one hit your prostate.
The other one is Thor wrapping his large hand around your throbbing cock. You could feel him slowly stroking. One finger swirls the tip to gather copious amounts of precum. He smears it everywhere, and your cock glistens. 
Your teeth clench the bed sheets as you bite down from how Thor is fingering your ass and stroking your leaking cock
“Does that feel good, baby?” Thor says as he thrusts his fingers faster and strokes your cock. He leans down to your neck, biting and licking your ear. 
You start to breathe harder. Your cock was throbbing and leaking more. The tip turns a little red. Your balls tighten as it signals your orgasm.
Thor strokes you faster. You moan into the sheets as your cock, overstimulated from Thor’s constant stroking and fingering, finally spurts out its white sticky cum. The substance coats Thor’s hand and he makes sure to milk every drop. 
Your eyes rolled back as you covered Thor’s hand in cum. 
“Delicious,” Thor says as he licks his hand clean of your cum. He pulls his fingers out after determining you were stretched enough.
You then feel Thor slap his hard cock against your cheek. Thor smiles as he hears your moans. He grinds his fat cock between your ass cheeks. The tip nearly penetrated the rim.
“It’s been forever since I pound this tight ass,” Thor growls as he pushes the tip past the rim. His cock was surrounded by the lubed insides, slowly pushing deeper until his cock rested against your prostate.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt Thor’s thick cock penetrate your ass. His groans could be heard as you clenched around him, sucking his cock deeper.
“F-fuck… r-right- oh… there!” You moan as you push your head deeper into the sheets as Thor settles down for a moment. Letting you breathe and calm down. 
After a minute or two, you give Thor confirmation to continue. He slowly pulls out and pushes back. You grip the sheets tighter as Thor thrusts into your ass. His cock slams into your prostate.  
Your limped cock starts to become erect as Thor continues to ram his cock. 
Thor’s hands grip your hips as he thrust wildly into your ass. His mind turns mushy from how tight you are. Loud squelching noise rings through the room.
He pulls your ass cheeks apart and watches how his cock disappears and reappears from your hole. “Such a slutty ass. This slutty ass belongs to me!” Thor growls as he starts stroking your cock again. Syncing the thrusts and stroking.
“Y-yours! B-belongs to you~” you scream in pleasure as Thor rams his cock into your prostate and his hand stroking your cock. 
You could feel your second orgasm nearing from the constant stimulation. His cock rearranging your guys. 
After a few more rough thrusts and strokes, your thighs tense and your hole clenched around his cock. Back arches up and screams of ecstasy as your orgasm ripples through your body. Spilling thick cum onto the bed sheets underneath you. Thick and hot seeping from the tip.
Thor groans as he gave a few more thrusts until he grips your hips tighter. The knot in his guts breaks open; he fills your ass, one spurt after another. Filling you to the brim. 
Your mouth fell open as your body collapsed onto the bed. Your body glistens from sweat and exhaustion.
Thor pulls his limped cock out of your ass. He grabs and spreads your cheeks, admiring the art he created. Cum gushing out. He then collapses next to you.
He pulls you closer to his body. You could feel your body sticking against his sweaty muscular one. He buries his head into your nap. 
“I love you, m/n.” 
THE END.
A/n: it's been forever since I wrote smut. I'm sorry if this took so long to post. Anyways, bye, my 🍓little strawberries🍓!
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romanoffshouse · 1 month
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Thor: Didn't you die?
Loki: That was weeks ago. Things change.
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simp4fic · 5 months
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Steve: Y/n why are you so sad? There's so much goodness in this world?
Y/n: I don't know Steve! Why do you have asthma there's so much air in the world!!!
Natasha: Detka seriously?
Peter: *laughs*
Thor: Y/n has a point
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Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader
Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲) 
MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.
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*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!
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You could feel him eyeing you across the room.
Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.
“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile. 
Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it. 
“Aren’t you driving tonight? Perhaps you should slow down,” Sam said as he carefully took your glass from your hand. “Chugging that in one go won’t do you any good.”
“Please, Sam. I’m a big girl. I can just walk back to my apartment.”
“First of all, you are tiny! Second, not a chance.”
“I can drive her back,” Scott came out of nowhere and plopped himself back next to Bucky. The other man grimaced, clearly annoyed that he didn’t understand what Sam was trying to do here. 
“No,” Sam and Bucky said in unison, which Scott was taken aback by. 
“Well, geez guys. Thanks.”
“What they meant to say is that Thor should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Bruce stepped in. 
“Why Thor and not me?” Scott was clearly offended, and it was so obvious that he was unaware of the situation as well. “What is so special about Thor?”
“What about me?” came Thor's deep baritone voice, standing there and towering practically over everyone.
“You should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Sam said as a matter of factly.
“Agree,” Bucky concurred.
“Wait? Why him?” Scott asked, and Clint had to cover Scott's mouth with his hand before he leaned in and whispered something in his ears. Sam, Bucky, and Bruce all watched Scott’s face slowly morph into a knowing look. “Right. Ok, yeah, Thor! Be a gent and walk her home!”
“Ok,” he said suspiciously before downing the last of his drink, which barely gave him any buzz. “My lady?” He offered you a hand and you stared momentarily before you took it. All the guys were watching you with a knowing smile before you waved goodbye.
The walk was awkward to the point where you were no longer buzzing anymore. Thor was being Thor and was trying very hard to make small talk with you. Only for you to nod and smile because you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was here with you.
Once you reached the apartment, you invited him inside out of politeness. 
“It’s a bit small, but y’know, it’s enough for me.”
“I think it’s a fitting space for you,” he commented as he seated himself easily on your sofa. You watched the way his mass frame took up the space, and it made you swallow hard, imaging yourself on his lap and just–
“I saw you were staring at me at the party earlier. Care to tell me why?”
The question took you by surprise because he sounded genuinely curious. 
“Uh….” 
“You’ve been avoiding me since I got back? Did I unknowingly offend you?”
“No. Not at all. I–it’s literally nothing, Thor. I promise. Wine?” you chirped as you tried to make an escape to your wine rack, only to find yourself being pulled back by a very strong arm. You didn’t realize a man his size could move so quickly and so quietly, but here you were being spun and landed right in his chest. 
Your heartbeat was practically drummed against your ears, almost deafening you as you stared up. He was so much larger and stronger. His scent filled your nostrils. He smelled so delicious that your mouth started to salivate.
“I know that kind of look, little dove, so either tell me or I’m forcing it out of you. And you know, I’m very good at the second one.” His eyes twinkled with a promise, and you had no doubt that he was capable of it.
You chewed on your lips and you watched the way his eyes seemed to darken like a stormy sky. 
“Don’t tease me,” you said helplessly, knowing that your admission might ruin whatever little relationship you have with him. “But I like you.”
“You do?” he asked with a genuine smile. You could see a hint of red dust on his cheeks, and suddenly you understood why you have a crush on him in the first place. The man was like a golden retriever. 
You nodded. “I don’t expect anything in return, so don't look at me weirdly…”
“Why would I ever look at a beautiful woman weirdly?”
Oh God, now he has done it. You could feel your breath leaving you. You forgot how charming he could be too. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked sheepishly. Your eyes suddenly couldn’t meet him.
“I think you are beautiful. Small, delicate, but capable. Every time I look at you, I just want to scoop you up in my arms and kiss you until I’m drunk.”
“Oh. Wow. Um,” you chuckled nervously. “You do?”
He nodded as he sat down on the sofa, his large hand was still holding you. “Yes. Like right now…” he said as he pulled you in until you were straddling him. “If you don’t want this, you can hop right off, and I shall return to the party. We can pretend like nothing ever happened.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’m all yours, little dove.” 
You stared at him for a long moment before you leaned forward, your mouth covering his in a deep, hard kiss. His scent flooded your senses. 
He groaned when he could feel you sitting atop the hard ridge of his erection. It was obvious that he was as ready as you are. 
“Come here.” His voice was deep and husky, making your skin prick with goosebumps despite the warmness that radiated off of his body.
“Where?” you asked. Your voice was barely a whisper as you stared deep into his eyes, getting lost in them. If there ever was such a thing, his eyes were like fire in a bottomless ocean– the sort of passion trapped underneath a glacier that had frosted over millennia before, yet burned hotter than the sun. 
“My mouth. It would please me greatly if you let me lap up all that sweet, decadence honey of yours.”
You wanted to moan out loud by the way he finished off his sentences with a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. You hastily bunched up your dress and Thor helped you remove your panties. You forced yourself up slowly before you knelt astride his head; one knee on the edge of the couch while the other on the armrest of the sofa, spreading yourself out wide, giving him a clear view of your glistening pussy.
His large, calloused hands slid up your thighs, and his breath fanned over your needy cunt, making you shudder slightly. Thor slowly squeezed your ass, causing you to whimper softly. 
And then he started to lick you in a long and deliberate lap. His hand was kneading the back of your thighs as he settled into a feast, gliding his tongue along your list before he pushed into the folds, dipping inside you in shallow penetrations.
You couldn’t help but clutched the back of the sofa as you tried very hard to hold onto whatever was left of your sanity. Your legs shook slightly, almost wavering by the weight of the profound pleasure. You found yourself rocking your hips into his mouth, relishing the way his beard grazed against your inner thighs.
He would concentrate on that one spot that made you strain and cry out before he returned to stroke across your slit back and forth. He kept on doing this until your legs began to shake. 
“Do not come,” he warned. His deep rumbling voice seemed to send a tremor right through your throbbing pussy as he gave your ass another squeeze. 
You whimpered at that. How could he demand such a thing from you when he was so good at this?!
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he said before he gave your pussy another long, tantalizing lick. His nose brushed against your clit, and it made your thighs twitch a little.
“Please hurry,” you whined before you removed yourself from his mouth. 
This earned a disapproving grunt from him.  
“So impatient,” he said before he hastily removed his pants. He was long and thick like you’ve always suspected. Dark blond hair dusted the hard plane of his stomach all the way down. His cock arched up to his stomach. The pink, fat tip of his cock was already glistening as beads of precum leaked out of the slit.  
He was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and it made your mouth salivate. You know he was going to fuck your brain out and rearrange your inside.
You swallowed hard as your palm slowly wrapped around him. Thor turned and looked at you with half-hooded eyes. 
“Look how tiny your hand is. You can barely wrap your hand around me,” he said, biting his lower lips. “How is your cunt going to fit me, huh?” he asked.
“We’ll find out,” you said as he slowly pumped his shaft up and down. Your eyes are still glued on him, watching the way he inhaled through his nose. Thor spread his muscular thighs apart, giving you more room. 
You hummed at the obvious invitation. Clearly, Thor wanted you to do as you please. He was willing to be used by you, and that just made your pussy throb even more. 
A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as his palm slid down to your ass. You could feel the tip of his digits prodding at your entrance while the other was holding the base of his cock, slowly tapping the head against your cheek, urging you to open up.
You glared before your tongue darted out to lick the slit. His eyes gleamed as he grinned. A soft hiss slipped past your lips when he plunged his two fingers inside you.
“So tight for me, little dove. Are you sure you can fit me?” he asked again, but he didn’t let you answer. Instead, Thor grabbed the back of your head and shoved the fat tip right into your mouth. You could only answer with a muffled moan. “Your mouth can barely fit my cock. Come now, you can do better than this. Relax your jaw for me,” he mumbled as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. 
Thor would praise you when you moaned into his dick. The vibration pleased him greatly that he had to stop himself from thinking about fucking your mouth. He needed to hold out because he wanted to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, so dripping and so warm. He could see himself staying there and burying himself till the morning came.
“Alright, little dove. Let's see if you can in fact fit me,” he mumbled before he gently pulled your mouth off of him. His eyes glimmered at the way your drool was dripping down your chin, and the way you wet his shaft so nicely. 
You moved to straddle him again while he lined the head of his cock near your entrance. With both hands on his broad shoulders, you slowly sank down onto him, taking him inches by inches. You winced at the way he stretched you out. It felt like you were swallowing fire, only for it to feel like a never-ending mix of pleasure and pain. 
Thor sucked in his breath. His hands were clutching the armrest for dear life as you swallowed him slowly. Every part of him felt like being choked and squeezed to the limit. He tried his hardest to not plunge into you then and there, splitting you open till he filled you up with his cum.
You could feel the way his muscles strained and corded at the effort of sitting still. He knew if he moved too soon, he would risk making you come too soon. 
You bit your lips as you continued to glide slowly up and down his long shaft. He filled you too full and too much that was hard to even think. Your brain is filled with nothing but the feel of being stuffed by his cock. His heat and his hardness took your breath away every time you sank all the way down until your ass hit his thighs; the head of his cock struck deep, and the sound that slipped from your lips was nothing you ever thought you were capable of: raw and needy.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, hands stroking your thighs as his back arched, pushing his muscular chest against yours. You mewled at the way your hard nipples brushed against his hard chest. His calloused hands were still on your ass, holding you and guiding you when your movement got too clumsy.
Occasionally, he would help lift you up when your thighs gave out, sheathing you all the way down before lifting you up again with little effort. 
“Shh, it’s ok,” he cooed when your thighs gave out entirely. Your body slumped forward, legs shaking. His rough fingers stroked your spine, murmuring sweet nothing. “I’ll give it to you. Let me take care of you, little dove.”
Thor lifted you up as he pushed his hips upward, stroking you with breathless thrust. His name slipped from your lips as you buried your face in his neck. Fire and pleasure licked your inside every time he hit that one spot again, making your breath hitched in your throat. 
He lowered you again before lifting you up, fucking you upward into your greedy hole. The squelching sounds filled the room along with your panting and mewling. His chest rose and fell against your breasts, eliciting a new kind of pleasure.
“How’s that feel?” he panted as he held your hips in place. He could feel you close to falling apart in his arms as he began thrusting with determination. He was relentless, withdrawing himself all the way out before plunging balls deep inside you.
“So good, baby. So fucking good,” you sobbed. You tried very hard to hold on to his shoulders–just something to brace yourself for the slap of his hips against yours. He felt too good and you were more than ready to be ripped apart by your orgasms and Thor could feel it too.
“Come for me, sweet dove,” he spoke through his gritted teeth as he brutally thrust into you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you flushed against his body. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
You came with a loud shout. Your body spasmed as rapture ripped through you with a white-hot release. The rippling wave of your orgasms washed over you. Your pussy was practically squeezing his thick cock, milking him till he couldn’t help but moan.
Thor was still fucking you, using you so he could reach his own release too. He easily flipped you over. His large body covered yours while he drove his hips in and out of you with vigor. Each thrust sent your body forward while you laid there, too paralyzed from the afterglow of your orgasms. 
Thor hauled your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. He was so impossibly deep that every time he pulled back, no noise came out of you.
 His lips pulled back into a snarl. His nostrils flared, and fingers dug into your skin as his release exploded, filling you up with nothing but his sticky, white cum. His body strained above you as he crushed you to his chest. If you weren’t too cock drunk already, you could have sworn you heard a crack of thunder outside.
You didn’t know how long both of you stayed there. The soft panting and heavy breathing filled the silence as the rain began to slowly pour outside. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His golden lock stuck to his neck and he pulled back to look at you. Adoration filled his gaze as his lips moved to brush against your cheeks. 
You were still warm and feverish from one hell of orgasm he just gave you. “I’m scared if you pull out now,” you mumbled, nuzzling his neck. You could feel his dick soften inside you.
Thor chuckled. “Why so?”
“Well, you did come inside me…and like you came a lot, Thor.”
“And?”
“This couch is very expensive…if you pull out now, your cum will get everywhere. Like everywhere.”
Thor chuckled. “You are so strange, little dove. Fine, if that’s worrying you, we shall go wash up.”
You barely have time to ask him when he easily picks you up, his dick still inside you while he easily walks to your bathroom. His larger form dwarfed everything inside your apartment. 
With one arm still wrapped around you, Thor turned on the shower. You moaned at the way the hot water felt against your skin. Slowly, he set you down and the moment he pulled out, you winced at the way his cum was dripping down your inner thighs. You shuddered slightly.
“Holy shit, Thor,” you mumbled as you looked up, he only flashed you a charming smile. His large hand was on the nape of your neck before he leaned in and kissed you. He was so soft and so gentle, a duality from earlier love-making sessions. 
You could feel his cock slowly getting hard again, and your palm mindless found him once more. 
“You’re going to kill me with your appetite,” you mumbled as he stroked him. Thor rested his chin on your head. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his cock slowly came to life once again.
“Killing you is the last thing on my mind,” he murmured before he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his taut waist. Thor pressed your back against the shower wall as he slowly ground his hips against your aching cunt. Every part of you came alive as fire flowed in your veins. 
Once again, you found your pussy throbbing and pulsating when he just filled you up not too long ago. The hot water didn’t help either when all you wanted was to be fucked hard and rough.
You and Thor moaned in unison when he entered you swiftly, thrusting inside you with intent. He wasn’t being careful anymore as he crushed you against his large body. You were groaning with desperation as your arms wrapped around his neck. Incoherent moaning filled the bathroom as hot water splashed against his back. It wasn’t long till Thor pulled another orgasm out of you, making you slump in his arms. You felt spent and weak.
“Please, I can’t,” you pleaded with him. Thor only kissed your neck once more before he pulled himself out. “You killed me, Thor. How am I going to function now?”
“Please, this is just the beginning, little dove. I’m just getting started,” he winked and you knew you were in for a long weekend with the God of Thunder. 
Meanwhile, at the party, Sam, Bucky, and Bruce clang their beer together with a knowing smile on their faces as another lightning struck out in the far distant sky. Scott once again was the only one that was oblivious.
“They fucked didn’t they?” Clint asked as he stared out at the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was practically pouring outside. The other three men nodded before taking another swig of their beer. “Good for them,” Clint said before he took a sip of his own drink. “Good for them.”
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𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐆𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭…
𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐎𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟑𝟔𝟎
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠). 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐳, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!
𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @flordeamatista 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞!
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Your village had never known anything like it, and they were scared. You could understand that, even if you would never forgive it.
A winter so long and cold that it had seemed like it would never end. Frost and ice, but no snow. Death had claimed more than just the young or the elderly, the land had suffered too. Spring had taken too long to throw off the shackles that winter had chained the land with, and too little rain coupled with the far too cool temperatures meant that the crops were not growing as they should - if, indeed, they were growing at all. Your village prayed, they hoped, and they pleaded, hoping that a moderate summer with at least one heavy downpour would at least yield enough growth to see them through the next winter.
Instead, the world became a furnace,
Overnight it seemed, the weather became too hot, far too hot. What little crops had grown immediately died under the onslaught of the baking sun. The lambs and calves and piglets that had been born and were being carefully raised for their meat all perished under the unforgiving sun and lack of fresh water. Yet more members of your village perished under the extreme conditions, and soon there was a desperate cry for the leaders to do something.
But what could they do? The men could not control the weather.
There was talk of sending riders to the nearest kingdom and petitioning for aid, but that city resided over ten days' ride away, your whole village would succumb to the heat if they were to wait for that long. The elders said the village should wait, a storm was sure to come, they always did, and it would please the gods if the faith in their mercy never waivered. There were practical orders to attempt to dig wells nearer to the river, there were some less than desirable requests to sell the younger and breedable unmarried women to the next village over in exchange for their crops and cattle.
On and on the arguments raged, until finally one voice rose from the back, silky smooth and like ice, but if ice was warm…
“The problem lies with the earth. Men cannot help, and the Gods are too high above to care.”
Everyone turned to look at the man, even though all already knew him. The man in the cloak. He had arrived in the winter, almost dead, and had been taken in. He was quiet for the most part, had attempted to help in the fields and he had a calming effect on the horses, but had otherwise stayed out of the village affairs. Until now, it seemed.
“What nonsense is this?” That was the man with the largest farm, and therefore the wealthiest of your village. He was also your father, but that was something you would be glad to remedy if the opportunity arose.
“The earth is where the problems lie, ergo, the earth is where the solutions lie.” The man with the cloak murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but everyone listened. Even your father. “Call upon the earth, offer up life to what comes, and reap the rewards. You reap what you sow, after all.” His green eyes glittered, landing directly on you for a second that felt like a lifetime, “He shall reap what you have sowed.”
“Speak plainly, man, I do not truck with riddles!”
“Very well.” The man with the cloak seemed to drop his mysterious act for a moment, turning his attention to your father with a sneer, “It is not Gods who you need to pray to, it is to the Old Ones who dwell below, and they do not wish for prayers. They desire sacrifice.”
A murmur arose across the square, growing in intensity until you could hear it as clear as day; the village was laughing at the man.
“Ludicrous!”
“Ridiculous!”
“Sacrilege!”
“We have not believed in the Old Ones since the days of everlasting night.” Your father waved his hand in dismissal, “They either do not exist, or they died out, and let us hear the end of this. Now, I think we should consider…”
Your fathers voice droned on, the sun set slowly behind the forests that surrounded your little village, and still, the man with the cloak stared at you, a cheshire grin on his handsome face.
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The following morning you woke to the sounds of screams, of cries, of the sound of pure heartbreak.
The earth was no longer just scorched, it was ablaze.
The long grass in the cornfields danced in the flames that consumed them, the roar of the fire loud enough that you almost couldn’t hear your fathers keening wail, 
“I relent, I relent, please allow us an end to this torment!”
“Do you agree now, foolish man? Do you agree that you must sacrifice one to save the many?” The man with the cloak leant over your father, a leer on his face that made your stomach turn, “You know the old ways. Pick a maiden, the fairest here, and all your land will be ripe with life by the morrow.”
“P-pick? H-how-”
The villagers heard this, and they descended on you. You could hear them, how they had disliked your father almost as much as you, and how this would be a suitable punishment for him, to lose his child as they had lost their homes to the slowly spreading blaze.
You could understand their anger and fear, though you could never forgive it, but at least you could say your father never wanted this, even if he was helpless to stop it.
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There was a place in the forest, it had always felt ominous to you, there were old legends that surrounded the tall tree that sat in the middle of the clearing. The legends spoke of how the Old Ones would crawl from in between the spaces in the bark of the trunk, how they would grow from smoke into something twice as tall as the largest man, how they would surround the maid bound to the tree, and how they would devour her. How the Old Ones would take her life, and give it back to the soil. This was how your ancestors learned to live off the land they grew on.
Take one life, for the many to live.
You stare up at the tree as your village drags you towards it. So tall you cannot see the top. So tall that the canopy was too high for the children to climb up and play on, and too tall for the elders to use their ladders to reach the fruits that dangled but never fell. The trunk was wide, wider than five men, and the roots curled upwards from the soil, like the tentacles of the fearsome sea beast you saw in the picture books. The tree towers over you, over the whole village, it looms like a sentient being come to pass judgement and it will surely find you wanting…
“Father… please…” The tears come then, slow at first, the first touch of rope to your wrists like a trigger, and then they flow faster when your arms are pulled to the sides, stretched around the front of the trunk. Your cheek is pressed harshly to the bark, the ropes bind you so tightly that you can no longer move without pain flashing through your shoulders, your wrists, or the scent of blood to grow from the skin of your cheek, “Why am I the one to be sacrificed? You could stop them, father…”
His face swims into view, just barely noticeable in your peripheral vision, you fancy you see tears swim in his eyes, but you know it to be a falsehood you cling to. This man has given you up, he has no remorse in him.
“I cannot stop this. Please forgive me, my daughter… this is the only way.” The wind picks up, and you cry, you beg, you fight against your bonds, the noise of the villagers, the howl of the wind, the roar of the fire, it all rises and rises and rises-
BOOM
A clap of thunder so loud rings across the clearing, you can feel it shake the roots of the tree you’re bound to. The noise dies, as instantly as it rose, the wind growing, rushing through the surrounding forest like whispers through the town square-
“Rain!”
You can hear it then, what at first is a gentle patter of raindrops against sun scorched earth, which turns to a deluge within a few seconds. Part of you is overjoyed, you’d always loved the rain and storms, but the other part of you is still trying to escape. Surely now the gods had granted the wish for the townspeople they would let you go?
“There is no escape now, little villager.” The man with the cloak whispers into your ear, “He is coming, and He is hungry.” You try to turn your head to say something, but the man is gone, and then you notice the crowd has gone quiet. This silence is deafening. Terrifying. All too soon you realise why.
Smoke the colour of the deep red berries that grow outside your door oozes from between the spaces in the bark. So much comes forth that soon you can’t see anyone or anything, the scent of it reminding you of split fruit and fresh blood. You thrash again, tears falling so fast you could choke on them-
BOOM
The second clap of thunder brings all your fighting to a halt.
You can feel heat at your back. Breath at your neck. Hands at your hips.
“Well… How pleasing.” The voice is deeper than the loudest rumble of thunder, with more power than the lightning that precedes it, you can feel it through your whole body, bringing an ache that alarms you as much as it attempts to soothe you, “Who made this offering?”
“I-I did… my lord…” you can hear your fathers measly voice from behind you, and if fear didn’t hold you more captive than the ropes that bound you, you would be screaming bloody murder at him for the betrayal, “Please… take my daughter, dark lord, take what you will and let my village reap the rewards.” At this, you can hear what sounds suspiciously like a laugh rumble from the demon behind you, 
“Reap what you sow… hmmm… I sow what you reap… yes, I accept your bargain.” There is a sound like when a log cracks in the fire, and then screams, so many screams, and you join in, you can’t help it, you can’t see, can’t move, all you can hear are those terrified bleats of the villagers, and all you can smell is the scent of blood and roasted flesh-
“Run! Run back to your homes lest I cull every last one of you!” The demon bellows, laughter in his voice, “Remember this moment! Reap your rewards and know the cost of bargaining with a demon of Old!”
You think you see the glint of the man with the cloak’s smile, but then it is gone amongst the smoke weaving its way slowly through the trees that surround the clearing.
You’re alone with the demon. You feel his breath again, the heat from his body, the touch of enormous hands to the skin of your neck…
“Yes… very pleasing….”
“Please don’t eat me…” The plea is whispered, your beg for mercy done so quietly so you do not anger the faceless beast at your back, “I did not ask for this…” You flinch when he moves directly behind you, when you can feel him kneel at your back. The immense heat of him surrounds you, there is no change and you know he is a lot taller than even the man from the village who you would mockingly call Giant.
“Eat you, sweet one? Why… of course I will. I will eat you, devour you, savour you as one would savour the sweetest fruits from the furthest lands.” He laughs when you start to cry, “Think of it, sweet one, your village will be safe, they will prosper now, and all it will take is to allow me to slake my hunger with you.”
You’re shaking your head, skin scraping against the bark but you do not feel the sting, you’re solely concentrating on the sensation of the demon's hands as they slide the material of your dress slowly up your legs, exposing the undergarments you wear. Your breath comes in pants, confusion warring with fear, 
“You would only eat me if I were naked? Please, do not linger on this, if I am to die, I wish for it to be quick!” You wail when his hands are removed and your dress falls back to your ankles, “No, please! Please finish this quickly- ah!” Your bonds are snapped, as easily as you can snap a dry twig in half, and you’re spun around to face the monster called upon to sow your death so your village could reap the rewards.
You close your eyes, you do not want to see what hell has spat out to kill you. Shakes overtake your body when you feel both your wrists pulled into one large hand, so big it encloses both of your hands in one with no effort. You can feel the strength in that grip, know it is pointless to fight, and stay as still as possible as your arms are now lifted over your head, wincing at the slight pain in your shoulders.
“Die? Now why would you think that, sweet one?” His voice is surprisingly gentle, and you chance a glance at his face, unable to stop the gasp of shock that leaves your lips when you see him.
The demon is terrifying, he towers over you even as he is crouching on his haunches. Large black horns sprout from his hairline, his eyes are a pure shade of blue you’ve never seen before, and slitted like the feral cats that roam the fields. His hair is as golden as the corn that had been burning, and hangs down past his shoulders in gilded loose waves interspaced with intricate braids which then also are braided into the darker hair that covers his cheeks and around his mouth.
He would be easily over eight feet tall when he stands, he’s broad, and built for power and strength. The shakes start again, your teeth chattering as you finally catch his alien gaze, and you find yourself unable to look away.
“Devour… eat… I wish to feast on what is between your legs, sweet one. If I can make you ripe with nectar, then I will also fill your pretty cunt with my seed. This is what will make the land grow, not your blood.”
“B-but-” your words stutter to a halt when one clawed hand reaches to the front of your dress, thick fingers ending in wicked talons that make a frightened sweat break out along your spine, “Please, God….”
“Call me Thor.” His patience apparently wears thin then, he huffs out a breath, and then tears at your dress, leaving it to flutter to the forest floor, leaving you only on your undergarments. Thor takes his time drawing them down your legs, his slitted eyes fixed on the juncture between your thighs, “Beautiful, as I imagined. Look at me, sweet one.”
You do, tears still falling, the ache still building, but you look at him, fear morphing into lust at the look in his eyes.
“When I let your arms free, hold onto my horns, do not let go, the fall would wound you.”
“The fall? Oh!” The shriek of shock leaves your mouth before you can stop it, Thor has risen to his full height and taken you with him, his hands encircle your thighs easily, and you realise that he is taller than you had thought, much taller. You grab a hold of the black horns that rise from his head, they’re warm to the touch but you don’t let go, not when he lifts you higher, higher…
He stops when you’re over his head, and your own is level with the leaves in the tree that you had been bound to. That doesn't scare you though, what does is the fact that your naked cunt is directly over the demon's mouth, his head tilted back as if to take a long drink, your thighs spread wide and held in place over his face. His eerie blue eyes glitter up at you, and he licks his lips, and then he begins lapping at you. Your eyelids flutter close at the sensation, the fear and the pleasure morphing and swirling into something so pleasurable it was almost unbearable-
Thor slowly pushed his tongue inside you, much longer than a mans, until you almost felt it in your belly, in and out, in and out and, on a trembling cry to the still weeping heavens, you come, shaking and pleading for him to let you go now. His rumble of laughter send yet more shock waves of pleasure through you, vibrating from his tongue, teasing your sensitive inner walls, and you groan as he pulls himself back out on a smacking of his lips, 
“It will be a long time yet before your body is sated enough to take me inside without death,” Thor lowered you so you were face to face, his fangs glinting in the moonlight and eyes flashing like the cats do in the dark. You look down between you, and your weeping starts anew when you see his monstrous erection standing out from between his legs - legs that made you fight against his hold in horror as he turned you around to face the tree, as he tipped you forwards to lay face down across his left palm and his right hand held around your waist, bringing your core back to his mouth so his assault started anew.
Thor’s legs were like bulls, long, hairy, and ending with hooves. A demon, with a man’s appetite, eating away at you until all you were lay across the land, feeding your village.
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The sun was rising when Thor decided you were ready to take his cock, and still it took yet more hours for him to work his way inside. You were half delirious from pleasure, boneless from exhaustion, as limp as any lettuce leaf in his hands as he manoeuvred you into position yet again. Thor had started by rubbing his cock against your drenched lower lips until he decided he was slick enough to start to enter you as several more orgasms were pulled from your lax body. When he started to push inside, you passed out, too much pleasure, too much pain, too much everything.
When you wake, the sky is dark again, and the demon is still fucking you. You can feel his seed dripping out of you, smell it across your skin, feel it coating your hair and taste it in your mouth. There’s no energy in you to cry out any more, just the all encompassing presence of Thor as he grunts against you, one hand on your shoulder, pushing you back against him, and the other holding your thigh open so he can thrust deep.
The man with the cloak smiles above you both, and you croak out something like a whine. Thor doesn’t stop, his fangs graze your neck as he leans over you, 
“You should thank my brother, sweet one, he chose you for me, now you’ll be my bride.”
“Your lands are fertile again, little mortal.” The man with the cloak grins, pointing at what looks like roasted meat left on the earth ten feet away from you, “Death leads to life.”
“Life will reside inside you soon.” Thor roars, lightning claps and thunder booms, and you feel him finally grow soft inside you, “Loki, thank you for the gift.”
“You’re welcome, brother. We reap what they sow, and they sow what we reap.”
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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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the-iceni-bitch · 2 months
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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕲𝖔 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖒 𝕴 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕾𝖆𝖞?
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𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
Relationship: merman (havmand) Thor Odinson c princess!reader
Words: ~2.2k
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal and anal sex, size difference, multiple orgasms, double penetration), pet names, dub-con, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: I know it’s not October or 2023 anymore, but let’s not all about that. Let’s just talk about the fact that Thor is big and beefy and has two dicks.
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You felt as though you didn’t have any tears left to cry while you stayed curled up in your bed. You could still hear your mother shouting at you through your door, though it did seem as though she was finally walking away as her voice was getting quieter. Perhaps she was finally going to leave you alone.
The thought of having to leave your home made you sob again in spite of your lack of tears. Leaving the sea and the cliffs you were used to and having to be surrounded by mountains sounded like torture. You needed the sound of the waves crashing against the towering rocks and the smell of the salt air as the wind carried its spray against your face. What were you supposed to do with the scent of snow and pine?
At some point your eyes drifted closed, and when you opened them again it was the middle of the night. The moon was reflecting off the sea below your window. You rubbed your eyes as you rose to your feet to open it, sighing at the scent of brine and frozen air made goosebumps rise on your skin. Another hour passed with you just staring at the ocean, the movement of the waves and the silvery light of the moon stirring something deep inside you. That was when you made your decision. You couldn’t be the wife to some king in a frozen, rocky wasteland. The sea was your life, it meant everything to you.
Your dressing gown slid to the floor so you were standing in nothing but your shift. A few steadying breaths were all you needed before you climbed out of your window and found purchase on the notches in the stone wall of your tower that you had scrambled down so many times before. Even though it was slick from the spray and starting to get icy, you still made it down in one piece. It was freezing, but it made you feel alive.
As soon as you reached solid ground you didn’t hesitate, running the few meters to the cliff’s edge and diving off into the empty air. Wind whipped around you for the perhaps three seconds before you entered the water and the shock of cold forced all of the breath from your lungs. There was no time to adjust, though, you had to start swimming. You breathed deeply when you resurfaced, your limbs fighting against the brutal push and pull of the waves as you made your way to deeper waters.
Every time your body was rocked by the waves your breath caught in your throat. It was like the sea was calling your name, desperately trying to pull you under and make you one with its murky depths. If you didn’t have a goal in mind you may have let it, but your eyes were fixed on the massive rock that rose from the waves a few miles from the coast, the one that was almost an island unto itself. His rock.
You were almost there when something wrapped around your waist and pulled you under the waves, making you scream as seawater burned your throat.
“Do not scream, kjæreste,” the sound of his voice immediately soothed you, your face tucking perfectly into Thor’s neck when he rolled onto his back and carried you towards the rock that was his home above the sea, “swimming in the middle of the night, there are far more dangerous things then I that rise from the depths at this hour, little princess.”
“I don’t care,” even in the freezing cold water he was warm, as was his smile when you peeked up at him through your lashes. “It would be better than what my mother has planned for me.”
“She still intends to marry you to the inland princeling, then?” Thor lifted you onto the slick black stone and climbed up after you, hushing you when you immediately crawled into his arms and buried your face in his chest. “My sweet little princess, you haven’t even met the man, you may like him.”
“No I won’t,” you gave him a stubborn pout. “I need the sea, I need you. I love you, Thor.”
“Little one…” Thor kissed the top of your head when you pressed your body even closer to his. “You may or you may not, kjæreste. Give it time. When you have been married to your princeling for a few years it will pass.”
“Don’t say that!” Your wail was truly miserable, your tears falling freely as you looked up at Thor with a wretched expression. “I don’t want to marry him! I want to be with you! Don’t make me go back, please.”
“You do not realize what you are asking, princess.” Thor stroked your hair and let out a deep sigh. “You would never be able to go home. You would never see another human being for the rest of your life.”
“I don’t want anything except you.” You clambered so you were straddling his tail, running your fingers through his golden hair and grinding against his sheath. “Only you, Thor. You’re all I need.”
“You are such a tenacious little thing, I do not believe I could ever say no to you.” Thor pulled you close and kissed you deeply, groaning into your mouth as he felt his cocks sliding from their sheath and growing hard under your ass. “You must be sure though, little one. You must tell me now that you can give up your family, the land of your birth, and all of your friends to be mine. That you will stay true even when I must stay beneath the sea for weeks at a time. Can you promise me, kjæreste?”
You felt your lower lip starting to quiver as you gazed at him. Of course you would miss your family and your friends, and the thought of not seeing them ever again gave you pause. But you really did love Thor. He was like the sea brought to life, and you could no sooner live without him than you could the sea itself.
“I promise, Thor.” You moaned into his mouth and fluttered your eyes when he kissed you deeply, one of his large hands gripping the edge of your shift and dragging it up your hips. The fingers of his other hand were suddenly filling your mouth and you sucked on them greedily, making sure to soak them with your spit as they muffled the sound of your voice. “I love you.”
“And I love you, little princess.” Thor smiled warmly as he dragged his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you again, his tongue tracing the curves of your lips as he slipped his spit-soaked fingers between the cheeks of your ass and teased them over the satiny skin of your asshole. “Just remember to keep breathing for me.”
Even though you nodded you couldn’t help but choke on your tongue when suddenly both of the trembling holes between your legs were full of him; your pussy with one of his thick cocks and your ass with two of his fingers as he stretched you in preparation. He swallowed each pathetic, desperate noise that fell from your lips when he started to move, cooing softly when your cunt fluttered around him and your fingers gripped his hair at the base of his neck. It was exceptionally adorable how quickly you turned into a whimpering mess once he started to fuck you, but he found it endearing.
You were very quickly starting to fall under the same spell you always fell under once he was inside you, murmuring nonsense words in between your whimpers while you struggled to move your body on top of his. He was so big, he always made you feel so tiny but never more so than when the two of you were locked together like this. The way he stretched you open to take him was almost painful from the strain but you secretly loved it, and when he removed his fingers from your ass and replaced them with his second cock you couldn’t do more than let out a garbled scream of pleasure as an orgasm raged through your body.
Thor took control when your body succumbed to the unimaginable bliss he always inflicted on you, kissing you gently in a way that contrasted beautifully with the sudden sharp and brutal movements of his hips. You were lost in a warm, gray haze when he rolled the two of you so he was on top, mumbling when you felt the sharp scrape of his teeth along your jaw as he fucked into you with abandon. Even in your incoherent state you still rolled your body to meet his, your breasts pressed against the smooth plane of his chest and your fingers clawing across his back as they struggled to find purchase on his slick skin.
Even though he made his home in the arctic waters of your country, Thor was so warm. Slippery and warm and large all over. It was addictive, like bathing in the volcanic pools and hot springs you had enjoyed in your youth. But in truth they were nothing like having Thor fuck you. Both of his cocks seemed to fit inside you perfectly, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of your body until your own body was almost as slick as his. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; cupping your breasts and squeezing your ass, gripping your hips and massaging your thighs. Then suddenly they were holding your face tenderly as he kissed all the breath from your body and fucked you so deep you could feel him in your throat.
When he ground against your clit you sobbed, your pussy fluttering wildly and your asshole clenching around each of his cocks as he kept moving faster and deeper. Your eyes stayed fixed on his even as they grew glassy and unfocused, your lips moving as though in a silent prayer as he growled into your mouth and began to thrust even more wildly. Thor’s lips trailed down your throat as you squirted and writhed against him, the low timbre of his voice vibrating your whole body and making everything even more intense.
You let him move your body however he pleased, putting up no resistance when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. When he bit your shoulder you just whined, shaking when the sudden sharp pain drew another climax from your exhausted body. It had never been like this before. It had always been intense and passionate but not like this. It was as though he was doing everything in his power to make his mark on you, and you were accepting it without protest.
All of your focus suddenly snapped to the sensations between your legs, one final, practically painful orgasm ripping through your body and making you scream so loudly the rock shook from the sound. And then his cocks were swelling and stretching you even wider and you could feel yourself about to pass out, the sudden warm rush of his cum into the deepest parts of you finally pushing over the edge into pitch black emptiness. Thor sighed as he watched your body sag and your eyes roll back in your head, smiling at you and gently cupping your cheek as you slid into unconsciousness. He took a few minutes to enjoy the sight of your sleeping form before carefully pulling out of you, chuckling when your pussy and asshole clenched around the emptiness and his seed dripped from your wide-stretched holes.
He pushed you into a corner near one of the steam vents to keep you warm while you slept, kissing your forehead before sliding back towards the sea and silently slipping into the water. It didn’t take him long at all to reach the murky depths, swimming through the algae as he sought the underwater cave he needed. Brunnhilde was there waiting for him, grinning wickedly as she flexed her tentacles around the stone she was reclining on and toyed with a brightly colored anemone. It was rare that she traveled this far north, but they’re kingdoms were friendly, and the sea witch would always be there for her friend and whatever assistance she could lend to his sinister ambitions.
“I take it your little princess gave her consent?” She chuckled darkly when he nodded, swirling her fingers through the cold water and sighing when it glowed with her magic. “How many have you collected now, seventeen?”
“Nineteen.” Thor found his own rock to rest against, burrowing his tail in the volcanic sand and beaming at his friend. “One for each of the rocks in the bay. Though I do find myself growing incredibly fond of this one.” A seahorse made the mistake of swimming too close to the havmand and he snarled as he snatched it from the water and ripped it in half with his teeth before chewing and swallowing. “If I sacrifice the others do you think you could work up a spell that might allow me to keep her?”
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s0ulsniper · 8 months
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getting caught making out || avengers + loki
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warnings: fem!reader, cursing, suggestive/spicy but never any actual smut, not really proofread
synopsis: making out with the avengers (separate) and getting caught, how they would react.
pairings: avengers (separate) x AFAB!reader
a/n: it's not just the og six by the way, gotta little carried away, also let's pretend there was a point peter lived with the rest of the avengers.
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NATASHA ROMANOFF | n.r.
it was risky, up against the wall in one of the many training rooms. Natasha had been sparring with you, teaching each other tricks also. one thing led to another and nat was pushed up against you, hands roaming your body.
she knows very well how to control herself, but when it came to you she struggled. the frustration with it also didn't help any bit.
you felt her knee between your legs and her hand beside your head, it all made your brain go straight to mush. you didn't care about being caught or the consequences. all you cared about was making out with your girlfriend.
her other hand suddenly comes up to grip at your waist and push your hips even closer to hers even though it felt impossible.
the door of the training room creaks open to reveal an unamused Steve.
he apologizes profusely but scolds you guys for it being the 3rd time this week.
nat just smirks, still holding you in her arms.
"hey, we actually finished training this time. only thing wrong with this is-... well nothing." she laughs and Steve has nothing to say
he grabs his gym bag and walks off, annoyed as if he just found his kid doing something wrong.
when he finally left Natasha turned to you.
"now where were we?"
BUCKY BARNES | b.b.
unlike usual, you guys found a private spot to make out, figuring you learned your lesson on oblivious people catching you. the spot being his room in the tower, just a couple doors down from yours, peter's and wanda's.
you were on straddling him while he rested against the headboard, he couldn't get enough. especially after not seeing you for two days while you were out with tony, bruce and rhodey to some government complaint he could care less about.
he was pretty sure he heard something about the suits and concerning things made in the lab by you and Bruce. obviously they wanted to know about it because they wanted to be greedy and take from it.
they weren't successful at all, and you guys decided to celebrate.
it was already cold in the tower but there was a noticeable change in the temperature when bucky was close, human heater was one of his many nicknames.
but there was just something about the contrast of his body and his cold arm gripping at your hips.
"missed you so much..." he mumbles into your lips.
before you could respond there's a short knock on the door before it cracks open.
both of your heads whip to the side to see who's interrupted, peter standing in the doorway.
"oh- uh sorry Mrs. y/l/n and Mr bucky" he stutters out nervously before slamming the door shut, pattering footsteps heard running down the hall.
you burst into a fit of laughter and slump against bucky, your head falling to the crook of his neck.
"not one bit of privacy..." he complains, throwing his arms over your body and flipping you over.
"anyways..." he smirks.
TONY STARK | t.s.
even though you were cautious of it, he could care less. pushing you up against a counter in the lab. it was late, and Bruce was said to have gone to bed and continue in the morning, tony took it as a chance after not getting any good alone time with you in centuries it felt like.
"tony-... tony this is risky. what if Bruce comes back?"
he grumbles while he kisses down your neck, hand at either sides of your hips securing you against the counter.
"he won't, babe... plus the doors are locked."
you roll your eyes as if there weren't glass walls everywhere.
even though you were so against it, you couldn't help but fold at the way he kissed you so passionately.
you hear a sigh behind you and Tony look up.
"had to get my phone." you hear Bruce mumble awkwardly before walking away.
you hide your face in embarrassment and tony laughs.
"guess I should listen to you more often, huh?"
BRUCE BANNER | b.b.
it was a rare occurrence, but bruce was stressed beyond belief so you wanted to help him unwind.
you both lay in bed at the compound, lights off and a dimly lit tv playing a movie you both agreed on.
except it doesn't matter what the movie was, because you certainly weren't paying attention at all.
another thing you weren't paying attention to was the door opening and an unamused bucky in the doorway.
"hey lovebirds, tony told me to tell you guys that we've got a mission in two days and take the time to relax... have fun." he smirks and walks out.
you turn to Bruce and see him turned crimson with his face in his hands.
"well at least we have time to relax." you shrug.
"that doesn't change the fact of how embarrassing that is..." Bruce mutters. "I'm seen to be the professional one 24/7."
"not anymore!" you laugh and he couldn't help but smile.
STEVE ROGERS | s.r.
it was obvious eventually you two would be caught considering you were pushed into a small closet for 7 minutes in heaven.
you had to convince him to relax a little, and when he did... oh boy.
there wasn't much in the closet, a couple random jackets, supposedly Tony's because he apparently 'doesn't have enough room in his closet'... his closet is as big as your bedroom. you laugh at the thought, though.
"can't believe you convinced me into this..." he mutters between kisses, hands cupping your cheeks.
"guess I'm just that convincing..." you smile into his lips.
you feel the distance close between your hips at his attempt for friction, and his other hand pulling you against him even harder.
the closet door flies open and tony smirks at the sight, Steve's hair messed up and you pushed against the wall.
"not so innocent, huh Rogers?" he jokes, walking away for the next round.
"were continuing this later..." he whispers, his lips brushing your ear.
LOKI LAUFEYSON | l.l.
he wasn't ashamed for anyone to see, nor did he care. you were in a dressing room while shopping at the mall and he couldn't help but kiss your perfect face.
"you're so gorgeous, darling." he smiles at you, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips.
you loved how he always showed you affection, but he really went over the top at inconvenient times.
you turned to the mirror to observe the outfit you had picked and you loved it... so did loki.
you saw him lean down in the mirror to kiss your head, then down to your neck, right at your sweet spot.
" 'mon loki... we're in public."
he presses against you, feeling him smirk into your neck.
"were secluded in public, actually. darling you have nothing to worry about-"
knocks a heard from the locked door.
"um- could you guys please hurry up? every room is taken." a worker calls.
"I stand corrected." he laughs.
PETER PARKER | p.p.
aunt may had been out for the day running errands and peter called you over to watch a movie and hangout.
you both were laying on the couch, him on top of you, his head near your collarbone comfortably, a blanket messily dropped over the two of you.
he leaned in to kiss you, but came back for more and it led to him pressed against you and kissing your neck.
"you're so pretty..." he compliments and you pull him up to kiss you, feeling him bite on your bottom lip for access.
you kiss down to his neck, his bodyweight falling limp between your legs from the pleasure.
you hear a knock on the door and ned practically screaming to let him in.
he groans and gets up fully off you.
"why does this always happen..." he complains, kissing you once more on the temple before going to answer the door.
THOR ODINSON | t.o.
it was your birthday on asgard and thor obviously had to tell the entire civilization and invite everyone to your palace.
you found yourself being held by him, kissing passionately in the empty guest room.
you two were supposed to be greeting the guests and thanking them for coming but instead he wanted to truly show you how much he loves you.
"I am so grateful you are my queen, y/n." he praises.
his large hands find the sides of your neck and face to somehow pull you closer.
"thor we should really be out saying hello to everyone..." you insist.
"m'lady, I think everyone is too drunk to notice." he smiles, his accent soothing you. "and it is our kingdom after all, I'm sure they wouldn't mind."
you feel the door move the air around you and loki complaining.
"could you guys come downstairs, please. when you aren't around, guess who's put in charge?" he pinches the bridge of his nose. "can I just tell them all to leave, lady y/n?"
"sure, loki go ahead."
"thank you."
he sighs in relief and closes the door.
thor pauses for a moment before bringing you back to kiss him, his hand at your throat.
CLINT BARTON | c.b.
he has you pressed against the door just in case anyone had tried to walk in; his hand moving from your waist to lock the door, lips never leaving yours.
there was no plan to it, the moment you walked in his room he couldn't keep his hands off you.
with wanda just had moved in, it had been very... hectic.
everyone was ecstatic and welcoming, trying to help left and right. it left no room except for at night for just the two of you.
he took the little time to his advantage, even if there would be interruptions, he didn't care and neither did you. everyone around the compound is aware of your relationship and has definitely seen pda before, so what's it if someone walks in?
a sound of yelling and laughing was heard getting progressively closer to the end of the hallway, where Clint's room was.
"OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" you heard someone scream, getting closer.
clint rolls his eyes and pulls you away from the door, a hand pulling you against him and the other opening the door.
in flies peter and Wanda, roughly shutting and locking the door behind them laughing uncontrollably.
"what did you guys do?" you quirk a brow at them.
they both look at you like kids in trouble, ignoring the pounding in the door.
"well..." Wanda starts.
"just cut to it." clint rolls his eyes.
"mr.stark, bruce and I were in the lab giving Wanda a tour and we might've knocked over a special beaker thingy..." he mumbles. "we didn't mean to! we swear..."
the pounding in the door never stops, annoying both you and Clint.
"CUT IT OUT ASSWIPES, THAT'S ANNOYING AS HELL!" you angrily yell at the door, halting the pounding.
"...sorry..." you hear Bruce mumble even though it definitely wasn't him doing it.
your demeanor suddenly changes as you talk to Wanda and peter, concerning the three of them.
"anyways, just go say sorry. if they give you anymore shit just come get me." you wink.
"and me." clint adds.
they thank you guys profoundly before walking out to go sulk to tony and Bruce.
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boxofbonesfic · 1 year
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I can't stop thinking of possessive fire fighter Thor 😌🥴
welp, nonnie, now I can’t either. maybe you weren’t thinking quite this dark, but… 😅
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Title: Everloving
Pairing: Dark!Thor x Reader
Summary: A one night stand has worse consequences than you ever could have imagined.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Arson, Noncon, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Implied Basement-Wife, Stalking, Breeding, Darkfic, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Minors DNI!
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You stare at the ceiling over his shoulder as you catch your breath, your fingernails still dug hard into the muscles rippling beneath his skin. You’re still spiraling back down into yourself when he pulls back, leaning up on his elbows to grin dopily at you. His blond hair falls handsomely across his face, and the corners of his bright blue eyes are crinkled with his smile. 
 “See, Peach?” Thor says with a wink, his breath still a little short. “Told you I would take you to Valhalla.” 
 You raise a hand to your head, fingers curling in your hair as you laugh breathlessly. It’s a corny joke—and it was even cornier when he’d fed you the pick-up line in the bar, complete with his sultry little every girl needs a firefighter, Peach. It had been so corny you’d been left wondering if it was specifically engineered to get you to laugh yourself into his bed, but the earnest look on his face makes you second-guess your two minute drunk assessment. The firefighter’s uniform he’d told you about is hung up on the back of the door, too, lending credence to his honesty. 
 “Why is that funnier the second time?” You say, and he laughs. He eases up off of you, and your cheeks heat as you feel him slip out of your puffy, still throbbing cunt. You sit up, pulling his blanket up over your bare chest self-consciously. Thor, it seems, is just as glorious in nudity as he is clothed, back muscles rippling as he turns to the closet, and pulls out a hand towel to clean himself off. You hear a tinny sounding thud as he tosses the condom into the trash-can next to his desk. He offers you a towel and you take one, hurriedly swiping between your own thighs.
 “Do you want to shower?” He asks over his shoulder. “My roommate’s won’t be back for a few hours, so if you wanted to shower and crash—”
 “That’s okay,” You say quickly, snatching your shirt off of the back of his desk chair, using his blanket as a somewhat unconventional toga while you shimmy into it. “I should get going, it’s pretty late.” You flash him an apologetic smile as you tug up your jeans. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” 
 “No, it’s totally fine, they won’t mind. And maybe tomorrow we could get breakfast—”
 “I don’t think so,” you say stiffly. “I’ve got work in the morning.” 
 “Right, right,” he laughs a little awkwardly, stepping back into his briefs. The elastic snaps as he pulls them back up around his waist. “Well, maybe we could go out another time?” 
 You answer him with a shake of your head. “Sorry, I just, um….” You blow out a breath, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. “I’m not like… looking for a relationship. Right now.” You smile apologetically. “I just, you know. Just got out of one, and it was a whole thing, and I just… I’m not ready, right now for another commitment like that.” His face falls, the boyish grin on his face disappearing as he regards you. 
 “Oh.” 
 “I’m sorry,” you say again, feeling the tension thick in the air between you. “I um. I had fun.”
 “Yeah. Me too.” A look you can’t read crosses his face, and he lifts his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it. He doesn’t say anything else as you shrug back into your jacket and flee his room, navigating back down the dark hallway toward the door. Your sneakers are in a messy heap by the front door where you left them, and you step into them quickly, eager to be out of his apartment. 
 You pull up your rideshare app as you walk down the block, trying to put a little distance between yourself and Thor before you call. For some reason, you don’t want to do it right outside, not that you think he’d watch you through the window like some creeper—
 Or would he?
 Either way, you call when you’ve reached the bodega on the end of his block, and in five minute Jeffery in a white Hyundai Sonata is pulling up to the curb. 
 Omw home. Your text pops into the roommate groupchat, and it’s not thirty seconds before you see three different speech bubbles appear in the bottom left corner. 
 Heather: girl. it’s one-am!!!!
 Bobbie: girl shut up, she was getting her back blown out by that hot blond lmao
 Heather: twisted into pretzels lolll
 Kirsten: none of you are asking the real questions. how was it???????
 You stifle your laughter with your hands, glancing at the rearview mirror before responding. 
 I will be home in ten minutes. You all will just have to wait. You are, of course, greeted by shrill giggles and questions the moment you walk through the door. You deliver the details as painlessly as you can muster, choosing not to describe the heartbroken look on Thor’s face when you’d tried to let him down as gently as you could. 
 “I mean, you’re totally right. You shouldn’t jump into anything so quick, not after Jimmy.” Bobbie nods sagely at you in approval. 
 “I dunno. He seemed sweet,” Kirsten says dreamily. “Might be a nice guy.” 
 “He was looking for a serious girlfriend, K,” you reply, stretching as you turn toward your room. “And I am not doing serious right now. Bobbie’s right.” 
 After a hot shower, you flop tiredly onto your bed and burrow under the covers. You’re still a little sore from earlier, and you bite your lip, wondering if you’d made a mistake. No harm in letting him shoot his shot, right? That’s what Heather had told you in the bar when he’d first begun sending you drinks, and what had rung in your head when your casual conversation had become boldly flirtatious. 
 There are plenty of other fish in the sea for him. You turn over, pressing your face gratefully into the pillow, confident that by tomorrow morning, Thor wouldn’t even remember your name. 
 ——
 The smell of smoke wakes you, only seconds before Bobbie is hurriedly shaking you awake. 
 “Fire! Fire get up now!” 
 Blearily you sit up, registering the shrill beeps of the fire-alarm just before you choke on thick, hot smoke. It’s filling the room, curling against the ceiling as you sit up, shoving your feet into your slippers. Bobbie’s hand is tight around yours as the two of you race for the door, followed by Heather and Kirsten. The hallway is filled with the other residents, everyone rushing out of the building in a crushing stampede. You’re dizzy, your throat hoarse and your eyes red and watering as you and your roommates watch your lives billow up into the night sky. 
 The street outside is chaos as the firetrucks arrive, men in uniform pushing through the crowd. You’re still staring numbly at your burning apartment building when large hands land on your shoulders. 
 “Peach? Peach you okay?” Thor pushes up his visor, his face filled with worry. 
 “She’s inhaled a lot of smoke, she was the last to get out,” Bobbie says worriedly. You’re forced to agree—every breath feels raw, like you’d swallowed some of the fire yourself. “Is there an ambulance coming?”
 “Yes, there is, but if it’s that bad, I should take her to the hospital now,” He says, snapping his visor back down. Thor’s grip is like iron as he steers you towards the back of one of the small response vehicles, and he hands you an oxygen mask and a little tank. “Breathe through this for a little while, Peach. You’ll feel better in no time.” 
 The street is clogged with vehicles, and Thor steers patiently around them while you sit in the back and try to catch your breath. The smell of the fire, the lights and the sound of sirens fade gradually behind you as you watch the building disappear in the rearview mirror. Eventually, all you can see is the thick column of smoke curling into the still dark sky in the distance as Thor gets onto the highway. His blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. 
 “How are you feeling?” He asks. The oxygen is certainly helping, though you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to be feeling quite this light and giggly. Oxygen deprivation makes you high right? Or is that something else?
 “Like I almost got barbecued,” you say, lowering the mask. A hoarse laugh escapes you. “Sorry. But I did almost die.”
 He smiles at you in the mirror. “It’s alright. A bit of morbid humor is to be expected.” You realize with a glance out of the window that you’re far past the hospital. It isn’t funny, but you giggle. In fact, he’ll be out of the city limits in another few minutes. “Besides, It’s probably the nitrous.” You squint at him. 
 “What?”
 “Nitrous Oxide, Peach. In the canister.” He winks at you, though he’s spinning in the rearview—or is it my head? Your limps are limp and uncooperative as you tug at the mask, gasping for air as your vision tunnels. You get it off, but it isn’t enough, and you gape at the air like a fish as you try to swallow it down into your lungs.
 Your ears are ringing, and black spots dance in your vision as you slump sideways over in the seat. The roof of the car swims in and out of focus as you gulp down lungful after lungful of air. You don’t know how long Thor’s been driving when he pulls over—twenty minutes? Thirty? But your head is still buzzing, your vision unfocused when Thor opens the back door. 
 “I am sorry you got hurt, Peach,” he says, managing to sound disgustingly apologetic as he reaches for you. You kick at him, but he’s so big and so coordinated and you are not, and he presses you to the seat, hovering over you like he had earlier this evening. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” 
 His admission drags a ragged sob from your throat as your eyes widen. You wail, your struggles renewing themselves until you’re exhausted. Thor remains immoveable above you, like your efforts have done nothing but delay, and perhaps irritate him. 
 “You set the fire.” He doesn’t deny it.
 “Magnesium shavings and alcohol.” He taps the tip of your nose with a finger.  “I like you so much, Peach. I just… I couldn’t watch you go out again with someone else.” He catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them to the seat beneath you. 
 “T-Thor,” your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “S-stop, I—”
 He hushes you with a kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You whimper into his mouth and he swallows it hungrily, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and worrying it until it swells. 
 “I just want to start over,” he repeats your words from the bar, hours—a lifetime—ago back to you, dark sincerity dripping from every word. “Pick up and start over—”
 “Shut up!” You cry, tears welling in your frightened eyes. “You don’t know me!”
 “Maybe not yet,” he hums, dragging his lips down the salty tracks over the curve of your cheek. “But we have time.” The fingers of his free hand slip beneath the loose elastic waistband of your pajama pants to cup your bare pussy. He heaves a pleased sigh. “No panties? Peach you are truly a treasure.” He parts your lips with sure, unhurried motions, his fingers sliding through your folds. 
 You try to close your thighs around his hand, but he doesn’t let you, wedging himself between your thighs. 
 “P-please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—” You babble apologies that he doesn’t seem to hear, his touches ironically soft and unhurried. “Thor please—!” His lips crush against yours again, turning the words into a frightened squeak. 
 “What’s the matter, Peach?” He asks, trailing down your jaw and over your pulse point. “Nothing we haven’t done before.” Thor’s pleased little hum makes shame curl in your belly. You’re wet. You know you are, and you hate yourself for it as he draws his fingers back and forth, spreading the slick through your folds with practiced ease. “See? She even remembers me.”
 Thor circles your entrance with gentle strokes, and you huff through your teeth to hide the whine that threatens to tumble from your lips. You hate him, his soft persistent kisses, the drag of his fingers through your traitorously aching folds. You hate it because it feels good, because he’s making it feel good, because it feels like you’re shattering into a thousand fractured shards in his capable hands, and you get the feeling that he wants you to. 
 Can’t fix what isn’t broken.
 You whimper at the burning stretch of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously against your clit. When you clench your teeth against the pleasure, Thor clucks his tongue at you. 
 “Let it feel good, Peach,” he coos, scissoring his fingers inside of you. Your breath hitches loudly in your throat, and Thor moans deeply at the sight, leaning down to suck a bruise onto your collarbone. “You don’t have to be in control anymore. You can let go.” He mumbles the words darkly against your skin as you feel his hips shift up. 
“You can just let me—” Thor reaches between your bodies, tugging the band of his briefs down over the thick shaft of his cock. “Do the thinking for both of us.” He groans as it pops out from under the elastic, slapping against the puffy, slick lips of your pussy. 
 Thor’s lips part in a soft “o” as he slides his cock back and forth, eyes rolling up to stare sightlessly through the roof of the car. His fingers dig into the fleshy curve of your hip, the other forcing your wrists down harder into the seat cushion. Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes and running down into your hair, acceptance settling like lead as you realize this is happening. 
 The head of his cock throbs hard as he pushes it against your swollen clit. You push down on the pleasure as hard as you can, trying not to let it show on your face. It’s useless though, as your thighs begin to tremble around his hips from the steady pressure at your clit. You writhe, trying in vain to buck him off. You only succeed in pushing yourself against him, pleasure rolling in sticky warm waves up your spine. 
 “N-no, ah—” You’re cumming then, your words are lost in the choked sob that tightens your throat. Cheeks flush with heat, you turn tear-filled eyes to Thor’s. He looks at you with an manic kind of joy, his fever bright eyes drinking in every detail. Your pussy is still throbbing, clenching tightly around nothing when Thor begins to line the head of his cock up with your cunt. He sinks in slowly, cursing as you squeeze down around him. 
 “Better with no condom, isn’t it Peach?” He says hoarsely, chuckling. “Not that that one made much of a difference,” Thor sinks in to the base, the heavy weight of his balls slapping wetly against you as he revels in the feel of you. “Poked it full of holes, just in case.” 
 He doesn’t give you time to mull over the words before he’s sliding out, sparks shooting in front of your open eyes as his cock drags along your walls. Thor groans as he fills you again, loosing your wrists so that he can anchor you to him with both hands. There is room in your foggy head for shame, but it does nothing to stop the sticky sweet rush of pleasure as he fucks into you with abandon, the truck rocking hard with his efforts. 
 What’s worse is that you can hear it, the lewd wet noise it makes as he slides into your welcoming cunt. You whine low in your throat as he pinches your clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth until you’re twitching underneath him. Thor laughs. 
 “See?” He asks breathlessly. “And you say I don’t know you.” He leans down to kiss you again, swallowing the pathetic little cry you let out as he drags you over the edge. You hate that he’s all around you, in you, everywhere, filling you up until you’re overflowing. 
 When you cum, again it’s with Thor’s tongue in your mouth, and his throbbing cock in your cunt. He moans against your lips as his hips still, and dimly, you’re aware of slow, sticky heat settling in your core. He doesn’t move, his body pinning you to the seat. When he finally leans away, you try your best to pull your t-shirt back down over your bare breasts, staring stubbornly at the back of the front seat. 
 “Oh, Peach, don’t be mad at me,” he says, tucking his fingers beneath your chin. He pulls until it hurts, and you’re forced to look at him. You hate that he’s still inside of you, his cum leaking out to pool on the seat underneath your ass. He reaches down beneath the seat for something, but you can’t quite see it. “We’re going to be so good together.” 
 He produces the nitrous tank and mask, and your eyes widen with fear as you begin to struggle. It isn’t hard for him to push it against your face, though, and you hear a squeak as he twists open the valve. The gas rushes into the mask with a hiss, and it only takes a few panicked breaths before your vision begins to dim.
 “You’ll see.” 
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holylulusworld · 2 months
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Tummy Bunny
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Summary: You love his big tummy.
Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x GN!Reader
Warnings: fluff, the reader is obsessed with his belly, a hint of low self-esteem (Thor)
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He’s tall. He’s thick. He’s got a big tummy. Thor Odinson is simply perfection to you.
If only he’d see himself the way you see him.
Most of the time he comes to you, he needs food and a place to stay for a while.
“Can I have a slice of pie and coffee,” he shyly looks your way. “Please.”
“All for my favorite customer,” you wink at him and point at the best spot at your little café. “I hope you’re hungry. Not many customers came today.”
“A shame,” he says more to himself than you. Thor looks around the empty café, remembering the days gone. Not three years ago this place was filled with people and their chatter. Now it’s deserted, like most places in this world. “Why do you still open it every day?”
“Some of my customers still come around,” you give him a sad smile. “It’s their routine to not lose their mind. I guess they are lonely.”
“Hmm…” He nods thoughtfully. “All my fault.” Thor sighs deeply and drops his eyes to his big belly. “I could’ve killed him. I should’ve aimed for the head.”
“What? No.” You wrinkle your forehead. “It is what it is, Thor. I think things happen for a reason. Maybe we finally value the lives we are given more.”
“I value your life, and the light you hold,” Thor looks at you, and his eyes begin to sparkle. “It’s a light I haven’t seen in years.”
“You are too nice,” you place a plate filled with his favorite pie onto the table. “I can see the light in you too, Thor. And strength, and honesty. I admire you and your…” You trail off as your eyes drop to his belly. You lick your lips, wondering how’d feels to be in his arms and snuggle into his belly.
“I know that I gained a lot of weight,” he sniffs and looks at the pie. “I shouldn’t eat more pie, right?”
“I like it…I mean…” clearing your throat you try to take your eyes off his belly. “I-I like your belly. It’s soft and big and…”
“Oh…OH!” His eyes sparkled again. “You like my belly?” Thor cocks his head. His eyes roam your body, and he licks his lips. “Really?”
“Hmm…” you shy away from Thor. The intensity in his gaze has you trembling. “I like your belly.”
“Do you want to touch it?” He rises from his seat, faster than expected from a tall and chubby man like Thor. “Come here, my sweet tummy bunny.”
You press your lips together and whimper. “Thor.”
“It’s all yours to touch if you want to,” Thor says, holding out his hand. He pats his belly with his other hand. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He hastily says, seeing the hesitation in your eyes.
“No, it’s…uh…I’m a tummy bunny,” you bite your lower lip. “I like it when a man has a belly and is a big bear. You’re more to cuddle and all.”
 “A cute little bunny all for myself,” Thor’s features darken for a moment, and his eyes sparkle again. “Tell me, bunny. Do you want to hop onto my belly?”
You wring your hands, hesitating for a moment.
“Y/N?”
“Yes…”
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charnelhouse · 2 years
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lessons
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Pairing: Thor x F!Reader Wordcount: 3.1K Warnings: srs rough sex. brat taming. sex on the floor. mentions of hair. Summary: He was going to channel his frustration into her and teach her a lesson - wreck her until she listened and understood. A/N: pretend thor is still king and the guardians chill with him
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Thor’s fingers curled around the handle of Stormbreaker as he stared her down. This was it. He couldn’t believe it. She had nearly gotten herself killed again. He shut his eyes, attempting to regulate the frantic pounding of his heart. 
It was no use. The adrenaline from battle had tangled with his terror at her actions, and now it was rippling through him. It was burning with the same urgency as a falling star, screaming through his muscles, veins, and every damn piece of him.
You foolish fucking girl. 
A large part of him wanted to shake her. He wanted to break down in front of her and make her understand that when she risked her life, she risked his. He would not survive another loss. 
Oblivious to his anger, she headed to their tent, stepping away from him and the charred remains of the enemy. After going nuclear, a dull purple glow still emanated from her skin. The swell of her power continued to stick to the air along with the stench of burnt meat. There was the aftertaste of ripe fruit and soil, the subtle tang of energy like he’d zapped the wind with his own lightning. 
His gut twisted.
You know every time it costs you. Every time could be the time you don’t come back from it.
Thor suddenly realized he was following her, his boots moving before he could even process what he was doing. The words were tumbling out of his mouth.
“Have you lost your mind?!”
She didn’t stop. The Guardians and the remnants of their army were parting around her, mystified. 
“They had you on the ropes,” she shot casually over her shoulder. There was smoke in her hair, along her arms, slowly dissipating with the planet’s warm breeze. He could smell lotus blossoms and the salty stir of the sea that sparkled in the distance. He’d taken her on that blue-sand beach not even a day ago. He’d been inside her as she clutched at him, thighs curled around his waist with his name spilling from her lips. Alive. Heart-beating. Lungs expanding. He stilled as icy realization smothered him, snatching his breath. She could have died today for something ridiculous. She had been alive, and then she could have been snuffed out. Taken as Loki had been with a skittering crack of bone. Frigga. Heimdall. The Warriors Three. 
As Thor watched her saunter to the tent, anger flooded his veins. His previous fear was now thoroughly painted over with indignation. He roared her name, and she stilled, whirling around to gape at him. The mass around them went silent. 
“They didn’t have me on the fucking ropes, darling,” he hissed in a tight voice as he began to advance on her. Mantis jerked out of the way while Nebula rolled her eyes. Rocket, Groot, and Drax hovered closer, curious. 
“Now, Thor,” Quill said, trying to intercept him, but Thor knocked him out of the way. Not hard enough to damage him, but hard enough to make him stumble. He pinned Peter with a warning look, and the man threw his hands up. 
Thor marched forward with purpose. His eyes locked on her face, and to his slight amusement, it appeared uncertain. Good. The thing about Thor was that he would tolerate bad behavior from her up to a point. He would until it actually struck that nerve that he could not ignore. It almost always came down to her being reckless with her life.
“I think you’re overreact-”
“Shut up,” he growled, his hands clamping down on her shoulders. He pressed closer until they were nose to nose. “Don’t you dare fight me on this. How many times do I have to remind you that using your powers like that can make you lose control? Kill you?”
Though he tried to fight it, his voice softened. His thumb brushed firmly into the meat of her arm, and her eyes slanted up to meet his. Her lips twitched, and he knew that she had caught him. She could work with affection. 
“We won, Odinson,” She tipped her chin, lashes fluttering as she stared up at him with tenderness. “I saw you go down. I just reacted.”.
That wasn’t true. He wasn’t down. He’d gotten hit, but nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. She was trying to gain his sympathy. She had wanted the battle to be done, so she had taken the easy way out. 
“No,” he replied flatly. “You knew I would be fine. You just wanted to finish it.”
“I didn’t die-”
“That’s not the damn point.”
“Thor,” She glanced at the group surrounding them, frowning. “You need to calm down. You’ve certainly pulled some dangerous moves in a fight.” She drew away from him. Her expression was completely nonplussed, which made him more furious.
He pointed his finger at her. “You-” “-are going to take a nap!” She cut him off, turning around, and waving her hand in his direction dismissively. She was deliberately taunting him as he watched her stroll back to their tent. Their friends stared at him from the sidelines - amused. Mantis was muffling a laugh while Nebula shook her head. 
They didn’t get it. No one was taking him seriously. They didn’t understand what could happen if she really lost it…her magic controlled her, not the other way around.
“I could go speak to her,” Quill offered as he stuffed his gun back into its holster. “Give her -“
Thor silenced him with a death glare. No. He was going to deal with this. He wasn’t going to use kindness either. She took advantage of that in order to make him forget. Oh Thor, my love, you’re being ridiculous. I’m fine. I’m safe. I love you. Come here, my king. 
None of that. 
He was going to channel his frustration into her and teach her a lesson - wreck her until she listened and understood.
He growled, roughly scraping a hand over his face before silently storming after his wife.
***
She’d fucked up. She knew it. She knew it the second that she had done it.
It was partially true. She had gotten nervous at Thor getting bested. She’d felt her energy coursing through her veins, and it had just taken over. She’d erupted - devastating the other side and finishing the job. 
He did have a point. It, technically, hadn’t been necessary. She could have waited it out, and they would have inevitably won. 
The look on Thor’s face, though.
She grimaced, massaging her temples as her head began to pulse. She’d used up a lot.
He had been horrified, and she couldn’t bear it. She knew that she was being ridiculous and awful and -
“We need to talk,” Thor announced as he strode into the room. He shoved Stormbreaker’s base into the soil, so it stood straight, his eyes never leaving her. 
She placed her hands on her hips. “Look - I know that was-”
“Be quiet,” he snapped, and she abruptly shut her mouth. Stunned. “You are a petulant brat, and it truly mystifies me. I warn you time and time again about you using your powers, and you never listen.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, shifting nervously under the brutal shadow of his scowl. He really was pissed. 
Thor’s face shuttered to something lethal. He slowly cocked his head, his eyes darkening to the blue-black depth of the sea. She cleared her throat.
“I’m done,” he stated as he took a step toward her. She remained rooted to the spot. “I’m done with your fucking inability to listen to me.” He was on her, his chest plate at her nose. “I should bend you over my knee,”
She jerked - core tensing at the thought. Reflexively, her thighs rubbed together, and her breath caught. Bastard. Thor’s nostrils flared, and then he cracked a smug grin.
It made him blindingly handsome. It made him difficult to stare at.
“You know I can smell you, woman,” he declared in a low voice. His fingers skated across the hem of her leather skirts. She blinked up at him like she didn’t know what he was talking about when both of them knew that she absolutely did. He knew her like he knew the details of his own hand. It was strange to be seen by him, essentially laid out by this man she loved more than life itself. He had her between his fingers - pulling her in separate directions. Let me see where it hurts. Let me fix you. 
“Are you wet for your king?” he murmured, and her eyes widened. “Do you like it when I yell at you?”
Yes.
No.
Yes.
She swallowed, her hands curling into fists. Her heart was thumping in her throat, climbing up up up until it settled at the center of his head. Her vision was going red and toppling down because all she could see was Thor. His broad shoulders and the fur clinging to his cape. The carmine fabric of the tent was shuddering in the wind. The world outside was howling. 
“You’re a terrible subject,” he sighed, and his breath brushed her forehead. He was inches from her, but he didn’t touch her. Not yet. “Volatile. Stubborn.” His eyes narrowed. “A fucking child.” She bit the inside of her cheek, her stupid inner voice refusing to apologize. “Beautiful and dreadful at once.” He lowered his face so that his lips dragged against her ear before he nipped it. She lurched, catching at the furs in his collar to hold onto something. “A fucking thorn in my side,” he whispered as his arm crept around her waist. “But still mine, nonetheless.”
“Thor - I-”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he snarled as he hauled her to him, tilting her chin up so that she was forced under the full heft of his gaze. The air burned. It tasted like she’d pressed her tongue to an electrical current. “I’m going to make sure you feel my cock for days. I’m going to open you up on it until you remember how to be a good little queen.”
***
Not five minutes later, he was inside her. Her armor had been tossed somewhere, and his leather trousers were bunched around his knees as he buried his cock into her again and again.
“I can’t believe you - fuck - you yelled at me in front of everyone,” she spat, her nails clawing at the dirt floor. He was blanketing her with his enormous body, his hips slapping against her ass in such a punishing manner that she could barely get a breath in. He used his knees to spread her legs even further; she was worried she’d break. Her teeth clicked, and she bristled when his beard scraped across the nape of her neck before he bit the flesh. It hurt. “Asshole.” 
“Think you’re so fucking smart,” he rumbled as he found her hands and pinned her wrists in front of her. “I’ve been nothing but soft on you, and you disobey me every fucking time.”
“Not always.”
“You’re being deliberately obtuse.”
She gasped when he got a particularly sharp stroke in. He slid his fingers into her hair and fisted it, causing pricks of pain to spring up along her skull. “Petulant. Fucking. Brat.” Each word he delivered was emphasized with a perfunctory thrust.
He smacked her ass so hard that it made her lurch forward, and she, to her embarrassment, whimpered as she ground back into his hips. He was relentless. He kept his grip on her hair, and his other hand clamped down on her waist. His calloused fingers were still tipped with blood and dirt as he streaked them across her skin. She was going to come. She could feel the burgeoning flood of her pleasure start to swirl in the pit of her lower belly. Her vision tilted. Noises were coming out of her that rose and rose, and Thor was getting off on it as he plowed her into the ground - his cock stretching her to the point that she thought he was stabbing her womb. 
It was good. It was so good, and as her climax brushed the tip of the hill, hovering mid-air, it was brutally yanked backward. Thor left her cunt, his slick cock jamming against her thigh. 
“Wha-”
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he commanded flatly before flipping her onto her back. Her head cracked against the packed earth, and she barely noticed. Everything else was secondary compared to what he was doing between her legs. 
He gripped her throat, knuckles nudging under her jaw. It was just enough force for her to struggle, her chest hitching with frantic breath as he stroked her puffy, abused pussy. She could feel herself gaping for him as he teased her, tracing her folds as he admired how well he’d left his mark. He grinned, his teeth white and overwhelming against his dark beard. 
He pressed his thumb urgently against her clit, and she yelped. It was too much. The roughness of his callouses, the way he slid two fingers into her and then pumped them in rapid, short bursts. 
“Happy?” he growled as he tightened his hold on her throat. “Look how wet you are.” He momentarily withdrew his fingers, lifting his hand to show her, and she was all over him. He stuck them in his mouth, sucking indulgently before pushing them back into pussy without a single ounce of gentleness. He screwed them deep, her walls clenching around him as her nails bit into his wrists. He had her pinned. 
This was…new. They had enjoyed rough sex before, but he was always slightly hesitant, his gestures framed by careful concentration and reading her tells. He was using her here - cracking her open and drinking the contents. It made her soaked. It made her powers swirl along the paths of her veins, lighting her up from the inside. 
“Thor,” she gasped between gritted teeth, and his eyebrows lifted up in mock surprise. 
“Thor,” he imitated in a high-pitched voice. “No - no - you can’t beg your way out of this one. You can’t suck my cock to butter me up. You have abused my patience, little one.” There was a subtle burst of blue light behind his eyes; his brow was hell-bent as he regarded her with disappointment. “I told you, I’d punish you if you acted foolishly again.” She knew that. She knew, of course. She knew that every near-fatal thing she did nearly drove him insane. She dug her heels into the dirt beside his thick thighs; his weight on her was almost intolerable even though he knew she could take it. “You asked for this,” he accused, his cock slippery and hot against her inner thigh. “You never listen!” He twisted his fingers, rubbing them against something devastating inside her cunt. She arched, hips jumping against his hand. He chuckled darkly. “Are you going to come? Let me see it, then.”
Let me see it. 
The words wrapped in a taunt and desperately angry. He circled her clit again before pressing down, and her strings snapped. She toppled off that damn hill, everything bursting out of her. Her skin twitched purple, and Her vision blacked out. Her walls fluttered around him, her mouth parting on a shriek, and all of it dialed to an eleven when Thor didn’t give her a momentary respite. As she tried to settle her breathing, Thor took himself in hand and breached her with his cock.
She choked, her hands flying to his shoulders. She was still coming, pulsing and shivering, and he laughed. “You fucking love this,” He grabbed the hinge of her knee and flung it over his shoulder so he could hit deeper. He bore his weight, lifting himself slightly, gaze caught on where he was driving into her. His hand found the peak of her sex, and without a warning, he shocked her. She tried to scream, but Thor covered her mouth with his own, his tongue roughly fighting with hers, muffling every high-pitched noise exploding out of her. His cock was molten as he sheathed it to the hilt, her skin blistered, and his hands on her were possessive. He grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks together, his electric-blue eyes shimmering and unnatural as he bored them into her own. “I fucking love you, you idiot,” he stated, voice a shade of desperate. “I fucking love you.”
His hips bunched against her pelvis as he rocked forward. She felt the warm pulse of him - the spit of his seed wet and heavy and, to her horror, she began to tear up from the pleasure of it. She tried to pull away, but he caught her around the arms, hauling her against his chest; his lips landed on her forehead as one of his hands slipped over her curls, and he pressed two of his fingers against her throbbing clit. She came again.
***
After several minutes, Thor collapsed, rolling onto his back. He gave her a sidelong glance, unsure if he’d pushed her too hard. Her chest was heaving, and there was sweat beading down her hairline. Her breath was coming in tiny pants between her parted lips. Had she been crying? 
“Are you-”
She shifted onto her side, her expression dazed and, to his relief, dreamy. “C’mere,” she cooed, and he went, bundling her up in his arms and sealing himself to her shivering body. He dropped his head to press a kiss to her mouth, and she sighed against it. He took her lips again, fingers brushing along her collarbone, her throat as their tongues met in a coaxing dance. He nipped her bottom lip, and she shuddered, her fingers curling around his hair and yanking gingerly on his braid.
“Did I make you cry?”
“In a good way,” she replied before frowning in displeasure. “How embarrassing.”
He snorted.
He’d fucked the chaos out of her, that was certain. She made a hum of contentment as she wiggled closer into his warmth. Her stubbornness had seemingly fluttered away as she clutched at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for more languid kisses. She was as docile as a house cat.
He smiled against her mouth, darting to the side to nuzzle his nose into her cheek. “Did I teach you a lesson, then?”
She squeezed his waist, grinning up at him wickedly. “Oh no,” she replied, her tone throaty and sweet. “If that’s what I get for not listening, then consider me forever deaf to your orders.”
“Hilarious.” He paused before his smile began to fade as he considered her words. “That’s a joke, right?”
She smirked.
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Thor: Just so we're clear, the Grinch never really hated Christmas. He just hated people.
Loki: And I mean, can you blame him?
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Steve: Stop pronouncing the "T" when you speak English. Don't say "identify" say "idenify"
Y/n: Umm ok, um"british" "briish" *Peter laughs*
Peter: "Tatoo" "aoo" *Y/n laughs*
Steve: Stop that!
Nat: I see Peter and y/n are messing with Steve again?
Bucky: They are
Thor: You gotta admit it's really funny tho
*Y/n laughs*
Y/n: Twenty twenty two
Peter: Weny weny wo
*Thor, Nat, Bucky, Peter & Y/n laughing*
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