Summary: You decide you want out, but ultimately, it’s not up to you. It never was.
Warnings: Implied murder, referenced violence, Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Smut, Dubcon, Dead Dove: Do not eat
The train station is too empty.
You hadn’t realized the lobby was gradually hemorrhaging people, losing them one or two at a time until only you are left until you look up and see the lobby empty, quiet.
Something’s wrong.
You sit up straighter, casting a nervous look around. The big clock above the empty station attendant’s desk reads 10:35. Ten minutes until the Amtrak arrives. Ten minutes until you’re out of this city forever.
Thor thinks you’re with Molly—it’s the only reason he isn’t with you. Normally he’d be right, Tuesdays were always Girl’s Nights—but she was covering for you. Holding him off until you could get on that train and leave it all behind. Leave him behind. You glance at the clock again.
Five minutes.
You’ve always looked the other way with Thor, averted your eyes from the things you know you shouldn’t know—the nights he’d come home bruised and bloody, nights he didn’t come home at all. But you couldn’t look away from that. Still can’t—you see it every time you close your eyes, the man’s head splitting like ripe fruit, the dark spray of blood in the air.
You clutch yourself.
The station is still shockingly empty, not even the attendant has come back to check on you, and you wonder if he’s already off for the evening.
I should leave. Wait outside.
You grab your duffel bag, hefting it over your shoulder as you decide you’ll wait on the platform where the conductor can see you. The waiting room is too small, too close. The bag is heavy, digging into the meat of your shoulder through your shirt. You had packed as light as you could—only the essentials, the things you couldn’t replace. You rise from the bench with a sigh, turning to glance at the attendant’s counter, just to see if he’s back yet, and your chest goes cold and tight at the sight of Thor.
He’s there in the doorway, like he’d been waiting for you to see him. He leans casually against the frame, arms crossed and eyes dark, watching you. You begin to tremble, fear knotting in your belly. No. No, no, no—
“Hey, Baby.” He peels off his motorcycle gloves as you watch, pulling off one finger at a time. “Going somewhere?” He takes a step toward you and you take a mirroring one back. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Love. You know me.” He inches closer, hands out like he’s approaching a wounded animal.
Your eyes flick from him to the exit, and you wonder fleetingly if you’ll make it, if you can be fast enough. Thor clucks his tongue at you.
“I wouldn’t.” It’s like he can smell your doubt. “You won’t make it ten steps.”
“We’re gonna talk about this like reasonable adults, Love.” You can hear the train, still a ways off but chugging steadily closer. The clock behind his head reads two minutes. “Don’t—”
You run.
Legs pumping, sprinting wildly for the exit and the platform beyond. The train horn sounds, it’s pulling in—and the strap of your bag goes taut as you’re yanked painfully back against Thor’s chest.
“Well, color me surprised,” he says, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “that was twelve.”
—
“What did we learn, Love?” Thor asks, fingers digging into the curve of your hips. He hums as he moves you back and forth across his cock, sliding your soaked and clenching cunt along from tip to base and back again. When you don’t answer, he nudges aside your hair and nips at the base of your throat. You whine in response.
“T-that we make big decisions t-together.”
“That’s right.” He laves the stinging bite mark. “Fuck, no I in team, right Sweetheart?” His cock pushes hard against your swollen clit and you gasp, hips twitching. Thor tilts your head and when he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue. His fingers find your nipples, twisting and tugging as you pant into his mouth.
The apartment is dark, lit only by the streetlights outside, and occasionally the headlights of a passing car. For just an instant, you see Thor’s face in the mirror, eyes hungrily intent on your own. You are glad when the darkness falls across his features like a curtain again, because it means you don’t have to see him.
Or yourself. You don’t want to think about what you know—what you have learned about him, about you.
You keen as he begins to press inside, hating the way you relish the delicious stretch and burn as you’re parted. It’s always felt like putting together the pieces of a puzzle when Thor fits himself between your wide-spread thighs. It still does, and you hate how right it feels as he forces himself so deep inside you feel like you might be choking on him.
“Even if you’d gotten on that train, Love,” he pants, “did you really think you could keep me from my baby?”
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, Oral (Male!Receiving)
Word Count: 782 words
A/N: Wanksgiving - Oral (Male!Receiving) last one!!!
The great hall was a blur of laughter, clinking goblets, and music that swelled high against the golden arches of Asgard's palace. Plates overflowed with roasted meats and honeyed root vegetables, tankards brimming with mead passed from hand to hand. Odin sat at the head of the long table, Frigga radiant at his side, and beside them, Thor ‘the golden son’, the victorious warrior, the future king.
Your King
He looked resplendent tonight.
Not just because of the feast or the glory still clinging to his skin like the scent of battle. No, Thor always seemed to gleam from within. Confidence, pride, power, he wore it all like armor. And you couldn’t take your eyes off him.
But your hunger wasn’t for the roast boar.
You leaned closer, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you murmured, "You look every part the god tonight."
Thor turned slightly toward you, a smile curving slow across his lips. "I am a god, darling."
"Mmm," you whispered, hand resting on his thigh under the table, fingers tracing up toward the top of his leather breeches, "Then let me worship."
His hand closed over yours immediately, strong and grounding. "Not here."
You tilted your head, gaze coy, teasing. "Then find us somewhere. Or do you want me to beg beneath the table like a desperate maiden?"
That got him moving.
Within minutes, you were being tugged through one of the side corridors off the hall, deeper into the quieter shadows of the palace. He found an alcove; private, enclosed with heavy velvet drapes drawn half-closed. He backed you into it, his mouth brushing yours in a slow, claiming kiss that only broke when he was breathless.
But this wasn’t about kisses.
You pushed him down onto the cushioned bench, sank to your knees between his parted legs with a reverence only he could earn. The scent of feasting still clung to him, mead and smoke and that distinct masculine spice that was all Thor.
"You fought well today," you murmured, undoing the laces of his breeches with a practiced hand, pulling him free.
He was already hard.
"And I heard the crowd cheering, the warriors return" you added, wrapping your hand around the thick base of him, giving a slow, twisting stroke that made him hiss. "But I want to hear you now."
You licked the crown, soft and slow, letting your tongue swirl over the head, teasing the slit until it beaded with fresh salt. The heat of him was dizzying, pulsing in your palm as he twitched in your grip. His hips gave a subtle buck, instinct chasing pleasure, and you smiled against him.
Thor was so rarely quiet.
But now? Now he grunted deep in his chest, a sound like thunder still distant on the horizon. One hand braced against the stone wall behind him, knuckles white, the other buried in your hair, thick fingers flexing with every pass of your tongue. You gave him long, worshipful licks from base to tip, then sucked him in slow, deep, filthy. Wet sounds echoed in the alcove, your spit messy on your chin as you took him in again and again, not caring how wrecked you looked.
"By the Nine- " he growled, his voice ragged, watching you with eyes gone dark and feral. "You are... insatiable. Greedy thing."
You moaned around him, taking him deeper, throat flexing, your hands wrapped tight around the base as you moved in sync, determined and unrelenting. His thighs tensed beneath your touch, powerful and trembling now. His hips began to roll..just slightly..matching your rhythm.
"That’s it," he muttered hoarsely, head falling back for a moment as his chest rose in a shuddering breath. "Take your king like you were meant to. Open and grateful."
The praise hit you like lightning. You hollowed your cheeks, sucked harder, used your hand to twist and stroke what your mouth couldn’t hold. Every time you drew back and let him fall from your lips with a wet pop, you licked back down to his base, lavishing him with the kind of adoration usually reserved for sacred relics.
Thor groaned loudly now, breath catching, hips jerking despite himself. "I can see it on your face," he panted, his fingers tugging sharply at your hair, pulling you back just long enough to see the slick mess coating your lips, the glazed hunger in your eyes. "You love this. Worshipping like it’s the only thing that matters."
You dove back down, taking him fast and deep, humming in agreement as he cursed, his voice fractured and helpless.
Let the feast rage on.
This? This was the kind of thanks you preferred to give.
That night, come 6, you were dressed and ready to go. Wanda was at work for another hour, so you left her a little note.
Hope work went well! Episode of our show tonight when I get home? :) Love you! Xoxo me
You were in a nice dress, and your hair was put up in a simple updo. In your hand was a clutch, and you gripped it so tightly that your knuckles were white. You had no idea what to expect that evening. Hearing a knock on the door, you jumped. “Get it together!” You scolded yourself before answering the door.
“Holy shit.” You breathed as you pulled up to one of the 5th Street mansions. How well did being a mafia boss actually pay? You were expecting maybe a brownstone.
“We’re here, miss.” The driver told you gently.
Nodding, you slipped out of the car. There was a man standing at the top of the steps who screamed ‘FBI’ if you were being honest. He simply opened the front door for you as you made your way up the stairs, not even uttering a single word. Was Thor inside and was just being rude by not greeting you? He was forcing you to be here, the least he could do was meet you outside.
“Ah, hello, Little One.” Came his voice, making you jump slightly. You hadn’t noticed the large doors off to your left, but in your defence they did blend into the walls a bit. “I was just finishing up an important meeting. Come.” He moved next to you, offering his arm.
Blinking up at him, you were surprised when he moved your hand to rest on his arm. “Are we eating here?” You asked. “Or are we going out?”
“We are dining in.” He led you down the hall, towards a very large dining room. It was the biggest dining room you’d ever seen in your life. Thor looked amused at your facial expression. “Do you like it?”
“It’s…wow.” You blinked. “I think this one room costs more than anything I will ever earn in my lifetime.”
Thor laughed at that, and you hated how much you liked that sound. He pulled out a chair for you and you blushed as you sat. Nothing was said as he moved to his own chair. Moments later, a woman brought out two plates. “I hope you enjoy Italian.” He beamed.
Picking up your fork, you nodded. “It’s actually my favorite.” You told him softly. “So, you wanted to talk?” Might as well get the discussion about the baby started.
“Of course. I would greatly enjoy getting to know the mother of my child.” He grinned, saying it so casually.
Swallowing the bite you just took, you shook your head. “I told you I don’t even know if I’m keeping it. I’m young, I don’t make a lot of money, I live in a small apartment with my best friend.” Did he not get that?
Thor sipped his drink, his eyes never leaving you. “You may be young, but you are not too young.” He countered your first point. “Many women have become excellent mothers before your age. My own mother had me when she was just 19, and she is an amazing mother!” There was pride in his voice at that. “You will love her, and she will love you.” He looked forward to that. “You’ll never worry about money or lodgings again, I can promise you that.”
You licked some sauce from your lips, ignoring the way he watched. “I’m sure your mother is amazing, but we are two different people. What’s right for one person may not be right for another.” From what you heard him and his brother were night and day. “Why would I never need to worry? I’m a single woman in New York City, and rent is expensive- I’m very lucky I only have one roommate. Of course I’ll worry.”
“Well, first of all. You are no longer a single woman.”
“I’m sorry. What now? I haven’t dated anyone in like two years.” Was he mental? You had no idea what he was talking about.
He seemed completely unbothered by things as he took a bite of his food. “We are to be parents. No child has ever been born out of wedlock in my family. You shall be Mrs. Odinson, future head lady of the Odinsons.” There was an excitement to his voice. “Mother will not wish to have that role forever! I believe Father is looking to step down soon, so I will be in charge.” He was saying things so casually.
Blinking, you were beginning to panic. “You want me to… marry you ? I don’t even know you!” Your voice rose a bit.
“Of course. This shall be your home!” He motioned around. “I will send my most trusted men to fetch your things in the morning.”
“No. I live with Wanda. I will continue to live with Wanda. I will keep my job.” Who did he think he was?! “This isn’t some sick mafia Beauty and the Beast situation.”
Thor didn’t look pleased that you were fighting, but there was a glimmer in his eye that told you that he was slightly impressed. “If you agree to one of my men will stay by you, you may continue to work. For now.” He told you. “He will also be your driver. We will marry in a couple days, in this house. Then we will plan a lavish wedding. Whatever your heart desires.” Just because he wanted you there, and to marry him without really knowing him, didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his best to make you happy. He planned to spoil you, and your child.
“I don’t want to live with a stranger. I don’t want to marry a stranger. I don’t want to ditch my best friend.” The fight was leaving you, because you had no idea how the hell you were supposed to deal with this.
“Do not worry about Miss Maximoff. She will be taken care of.”
You stiffened. “Please don’t tell me that’s in the mafia sense of ‘take care of’.” You stared at him.
A moment later, he threw his head back and laughed. “No, Little One!” He assured you. “I meant she will literally be taken care of. Father owns that building.” He waved off your worry. “That apartment shall be hers as long as she wants it and as long as we are married.” It wasn’t like he would ever agree to a divorce, either.
“Are you saying that you’ll have her evicted if I don’t agree to all this?” Your voice was soft, and sad. You’d do anything for her and Nat. “Fine.” Tearing up, you clenched your jaw. “I will agree to one of your men following me around, but he’ll have to stay outside my office. I will move in, but tonight I will go home and enjoy one last night with Wanda. I will pack my own things.” Your chest ached.
“I believe that is fair.” He agreed. “What hours do you work tomorrow?”
“I go in at 6, and I get out at 4.” You picked at your dinner, your mind going all over the place. “I’ll pack up when I get home from work.”
Thor nodded. “I will personally pick you up at 6 tomorrow.” He knew that he wanted to get to know you. He thought you were beautiful, and knew that your child would be, as well.
Wanda rushed to greet you when you got home. “Babe?” She furrowed her brows at you. You looked like you weren’t all there. The light in your eyes was dull, worrying her. “Did he hurt you? What happened?”
That made you cry all over again. “I’m, uh, I’m marrying Thor.” You sniffed. “In a couple days. Then we’ll be planning an actual wedding.” Her eyes went wide at that. “Tonight is my last night in the apartment. I’ll pack tomorrow after work and he’s picking me up at 6.”
“You’re moving out? Just like that? You didn’t fight that? I know you.” It made no sense to her.
“Don’t worry about rent. His father owns this building. As long as we’re married, and as long as you want this apartment? It’s yours.” You didn’t want her stressing out about rent.
Wanda stared at you. “You agreed to this to protect me, didn’t you?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I would move heaven and Earth to protect you and Nat. Turns out all I have to do is be a mafia wife and mother.” How was it only that morning that you found out about the baby? It hadn’t even been 24 hours and you were now technically engaged, and your entire world was changing. “Can I just change into some comfy pjs so we can watch something?”
Nodding, she gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “Of course.” She agreed softly.
A/N: ahh my first time writing for Thor, I really hope you like it!! thank you for the request!
You moan into Thor’s mouth as you grind your hips on his lap, rocking back and forth on his cock. His hands are like vices as they grip your hips, helping guide you as you move on his length. Your hands are cupped around the back of his neck, holding his face against yours as your lips move together, tongues colliding and teeth clashing messily.
You eventually tangle your fingers into his golden hair, your nails raking across his scalp. You decide to tug gently, just to see how he’d react. Thor lets out a noise you’d never heard from him before, something between a deep groan and soft whimper. The tiniest of smirks plays on your lips as you decide to try it again, pulling just a bit harder this time.
He groans deeply again, his fingers pinching your hips even tighter. You tug again and you almost swear you could feel him twitch inside you. You feel intoxicated by the new noises he’s making, feeling emboldened to take it even further. You tug at his hair harder again, pulling his head back until it was almost flush against the back of the couch you were currently fucking on.
“What are you up to?” He mumbles against your mouth.
“You like that?” You reply with a smirk, giving his hair another light pull.
“It would appear that I do,” he chuckles deeply.
You return his chuckle with one of your own just as you duck down and begin kissing and nibbling at his throat. He moans deeply as you do so, his hips pushing up into you as you litter his tanned skin with hickeys. As you bite down on what you knew to be the most sensitive spot on his neck you also give his hair another harsh tug.
But this time when you tug at his hair his body tenses, going rigid, his answering groan slightly shaky. You pull your head back up to look at him questioningly.
“Uhh perhaps you should stop that now,” he whispers with a wavering breath.
You raise a questioning eyebrow at him.
“Otherwise I might... err... finish earlier than I intended to,” he admits with a small smile.
You can’t help as a wicked grin spreads across your face. You knot your fingers in his long hair and yank hard, relishing in the groan that rolls through him. You lean forwards and bite across his exposed skin, nipping at the taut skin, making your way up until your nose brushes against his ear lobe.
You whisper huskily in his ear; “maybe that’s exactly what I want...”
Summary: Thor goes in search of a creature of legend....
A/n- my contribution to the writing challenge @the-slumberparty. I wasn't sure who else wanted to be tagged lol. Hope you enjoy ❤️
"I know what your probably thinking...oh no Thor's locked in a cage, how did this happen!?" He mocked, sighing as he closed his eyes. "I bet your wondering how I got here." Thor said, laying on the floor of the cage, chains wrapped tight around his chest "sometimes you have to get captured to get answers." He continued, looking around the large cave, reds and blacks melting together as smoke billowed across the ground.
"You see, I've been having these dreams as of late, this beautiful enchantress comes to me, her long flowing hair, her beautiful skin...." he trailed off "I have searched the Nine for such an enchantress, and that path has led me here...to this cage, where I met you." He said, lifting his head up smiling at the skeleton that was sharing the cage with him, it's jaw bone falling off as Thor laughed. "You know what my brother would say?" He laughed looking back to the top of the cage "he would say.." he stopped, feeling the cage jerk and slowly start lowering to the ground.
He tilted his head, seeing a hooded figure sat on a large golden dais as the the cage touched the floor. "Well well, Thor....son of odin." He heard a woman's voice laugh as you stood, slowly walking down the steps "I never imagined I would be graced by the Prince of Asgards presence, well...this one." You said, slowly lowering your hood as you took purposeful strides towards him "you! I've been looking for you!" Thor yelled seeing you smile. "Well, you have found me...what do you intend to do now?" You asked striding along the cage, your fingers running across the bars.
"The dreams....what are they? Why do I see you?" He asked sternly hearing you laugh "oh my dear, dear Prince...so naive." You mocked crossing your arms. "Your brother knows all too well what i am." You winked "I do not wish to discuss my brother's hedonistic ways lady.." he trailed off looking into your eyes "y/n...but I am no lady." You said, your smile widening. "Very well...y/n, why do you haunt my dreams?" He asked firmly. "Since you have traveled so far asgardian, I shall tell you what you wish to know." You purred, leaning down you pressed your arms firmly around your chest pushing your breasts out "I need your life force." You smiled watching him blink repeatedly.
"I am what is known to you as a succubus, a demon if you will" you said straightening up "the dreams you have are of an....erotic nature yes?" You asked watching him swallow hard "y..yes, they are." He stuttered "well you see, I feed off of your desire, your...arousal." you purred sauntering around the cage "usually, I only invade dreams for a short while, long enough to sustain myself before moving on." You continued. Turning to face him you gripped the bars of the cage in your hands "but you...God of fertility...offer much more." You said smiling again. "And what would that be demon?" He snapped, his nostrils flaring.
"Life...my dear Prince." You said letting go of the cage "I must bear a child soon, to continue my line. And when I found you.." you said walking to the door of the cage "I knew it had to be you." You said opening the door. "I will never lay with one such as you." He snarled as you stepped inside "are you sure? I can be quite...convincing." you said kneeling down next to him, running your fingers along the chain. "When I have ensured the succession of my line, you will be free to go...to return to you land never to hear from me again." You said leaning down, your lips grazing his ear "you have never known a woman like me, I can give you pleasure you've only fantasized about in your wildest imagination." You whispered seeing him shiver.
"I have seen your dreams son of odin...i can give you all of that and more." You continued. "A...and you will release me...when it is done?" He asked as you leaned back, looking into his deep blue eyes "yes. You have my word." You smiled. Thor cleared his throat, looking down watching your fingers dance along the chain "very well, do what you must." He said sternly lifting his chin, his jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. You began chanting something he didn't understand as the chains around him dissolved, the hard surface of the cage becoming soft beneath him. He opened his eyes looking around he saw he was in a large bedroom. The walls covered in crimson, paintings hung across the room. Looking up seeing a large canopy spread above him, long red gossamer curtains hanging down skirting along the bed.
"There, now isn't this better then that dirty cage?" He heard, looking over seeing you standing next to the bed, wearing only a smile as his eyes traveled up and down your body, your skin shimmering in the candle light. "Hands up my prince." You purred, pulling a piece of red fabric from a drawer near the bed. Reluctantly he reached above him grabbing the headboard as his eyes focused back up to the canopy, feeling the bed dip slightly as you kneeled on it, reaching over him to tie his wrists your breasts hung at his eye level, your nipples hard and taught making him want to take one into his mouth. "There... let's see how good you can be hmm?" You purred leaning back on your haunches.
"Now, time to open my present." You said smiling looking up and down his long frame, covered in leather and metal making you lick your lips. "Be a good boy and tell me how to take this off or I'll cut it off." You growled pulling a knife from the same drawer as he shifted his hips "the fastenings...they are around the back." He said looking wide eyed at the knife. "Well your no fun...turn over." You huffed, setting the knife down watching him shift to his side. You tugged at the laces, releasing the leather tunic from him as he rolled onto his back "oh no...looks like I'll have to cut it off anyway." You feigned sadness grabbing your knife "no...wait! Unbind me and I'll..." he started when you cut through the leather around his arms, effectively leaving his chest bare.
"I would have just taken it off." He huffed watching you drop the tunic to the floor with a loud thud. "Oops.." you said crawled down to his feet pulling his boots off, tossing them down with the tunic as you reached up unlacing his leather pants eyeing the very prominent bulge "oh my, someone is excited." You winked hooking your fingers into the hem of his pants dragging them down his muscular thighs, your fingers grazing his warm skin as you pulled them from him throwing them in the pile. You sat back looking at him, admiring the raw strength he held. Placing your hands on his thighs you slowly moved up, watching the muscles flex and twitch as you dug your nails into his flesh before reaching your prize.
"My...you really are a God aren't you." You breathed, biting your lip as your eyes met his very large, very hard cock. "I...I have never had a complaint." He said shakely as you wrapped your fingers around him, sucking in a breath seeing your fingers couldn't even wrap around him entirely "I'm sure you haven't thunderer." You smiled as you slowly moved your hand up and down, twisting your wrist as your hand came up. "Do you like that my prince?" You purred hearing him moan "y...yes." he breathed, trying to lift his hips with your hand hearing him whimper when you slapped his thigh "no moving." You said sternly "y...yes ma'am." He stuttered pressing his hips back down. "Good boy, now lay back and let me take what I need." You growled pumping him faster.
You tightened your grip, stroking him firmly eliciting the most delicious sounds from him "as much as I would love to taste you, I need you inside me...now" you growled. Releasing him you heard him whine as you shifted above him, throwing your leg over his torso you straddled his hips, looking into his eyes seeing the deep blue had turned dark with lust "shh...I'll take care of you." You cooed, lifting your hips you reached between you, rubbing his hard length through your folds as you rocked back and forth "mmm gods...you are going to feel amazing inside me." You moaned. You lined him up, looking back into his eyes "are you ready my prince?" You asked seeing his arms flex as he pulled on the restraint "y...yes...please..." he moaned as you slowly began lowering yourself onto him.
A moan passed your lips as you slowly took him in, his cock stretching you like you never have been before when you felt the slightest rise in his hips "what d..did I say!?" You groaned clenching your jaw "you just...ahhh feel s...so good." He moaned shifting again when you stopped moving "if you move again, you will not find release this night. Am I understood?" You asked sternly watching him nod frantically "i..I won't move." He panted "p..please..." he said, his voice strained looking up at you "since you asked so nicely." You smiled, pressing your hips down, you both gasping as your hips met his. "Norns, your...big." you breathed bracing yourself on his chest, feeling his muscles flex under your fingers.
You lifted your hips, raising to his tip sliding back down watching his fists clench, his eyes screwed shut as you circled your hips, quickening your pace bouncing up and down on him. "Y..you may...ahhh gods...move my prince." You moaned, feeling his hips thrust up meeting yours. You clenched around him hearing him moan loudly, his lips parting forming an o as you slammed down hard on him. "A..are you going to....mmm...come my prince?" You gritted feeling him twitch inside you "y...yes...norns yes!" He yelled, arching up into you. "That's it...give it to me....mmm...give me what I desire." You panted, feeling your core tighten as he shifted, hitting that spot inside you "oh gods...thor!" You yelled, throwing your head back you drug your nails down his chest leaving a trail of red in their wake.
"I'm....com...gaahhh..." he tried as he thrust up hard, coating your walls with his seed, electricity pulsing through you pushing you over the edge you came hard yelling his name as you took what you wanted, draining him feeling him go limp under you. You rocked your hips up and down, slowly working you both through your highs looking down seeing his eyes closed, his arms hanging slack "Thor...wake up." You said slapping his cheek you saw his eyes shoot open. "W..what..." he strutted looking up at you through half lidded eyes. "You will need to rest, I've drained a significant amount of your essence." You said slowly lifting off if him hearing him whimper. You walked across the room, grabbing your robe from a chair in the corner you slid it over your shoulders tying it as you turned around "release me demon, I did as you asked." He demanded pulling on his restraint.
"Well, you see...I have to ensure your seed takes, so...I cannot release you." You said smiling "that was not the deal." He said sternly as you walked to the bed, kneeling next to him you brushed his golden hair from his forehead "I have a secret for you....I lied." You whispered seeing his eyes widen. "My dear Prince, no one has satisfied me as you have." You said standing from the bed "your essence can sustain me for centuries with your nature....asgardian." you purred sauntering along the bed "so I see no reason to end our little...arrangement." you purred. "Wha...no! I refuse!" Thor yelled pulling on his bindings. "Oh my dear pet...you think you have a choice?" You laughed crossing your arns. "you came to me remember." You smiled.
Raising your hand you began chanting watching the bindings dissolve, the collar wrapping firmly around his neck a she reached up grabbing it. "Wha..." he trailed off sitting up pulling on the collar "rest...you are mine now." You said sternly striding to the door "and I always take care of whats mine...pet." you said opening the door closing it behind you. Thor shot up, quickly slipping his pants on taking long strides to the door, his fingers grazing the knob when something pulled on the collar, yanking him back into the room.
He quickly looked around the windowless room, seeing no other door or escape. He sighed flopping down on the bed, your words echoing in his mind "centuries..." he sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees he rubbed his forehead. He was going to be here a long...long time....
Helloo amazing writer 🙋🏻♀️! Does your Dark Librarian Thor count as a character? Because if so, can he be the character + the 13th prompt "candles" pretty please 🥺?
Have a lovely day 💐
CANDLELIGHT
♡ Dark! Librarian Thor x Reader ♡
Your lonely librarian invites you to his home, where he’s got a few surprises waiting for you.
CW: Non-con, drugging, lies, manipulation
Words: 1.4k
Librarian Thor || 2022 Christmas Sleepover
Fidgeting on Thor’s doorstep, you remind yourself how you let yourself get lured here.
Oh, right. The promise of getting to peruse a rare edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray, tea and cakes. Though you don’t plan on sticking around for the latter.
An evening of blissful enlightenment. Those are the words the hunky librarian used.
He can be quite grandiose, overwhelming both in his presence and his language. It’s something you’re still getting used to, his larger than life personality. Thor is impossible to deny, ignore. His booming voice is like thunder; his blazing eyes are like lightning.
His presence can fill a room without much effort on his part. It’s a stark contrast to you, who always sticks to the walls and huddles in corners.
As you fiddle with your hands, you gasp when the door suddenly opens. He beams at you, that surreal, bright smile, as blinding as sunlight. You take him in, in the huge brown sweater that strains on his gigantic frame and the muted beige pants, tight on his long, muscular legs.
You note how his body occupies most of the door, Thor’s frame easily dwarfing yours.
"H-Hi, Thor," you greet bashfully.
"Dove, I’m so glad you’re here," he chimes, nudging the glasses perched on his nose.
You nod and give a small smile. Thor steps aside to make space for you to enter. The potent smell of his woodsy cologne brushes over your nose, his massive arm grazing your shoulder. You flinch and stagger inside.
As the door clicks shut behind you, you gasp as you note the current state of Thor’s living room.
"What’s all this?" you breathe, stunned.
Thor’s big hands fall over your shoulders, nudging you further inside. Your stomach twists at the sudden contact.
The air hangs in your lungs as he bends over your ear, whispering,
"I thought it’d be nicer, cozier." His thumb rubs along your shoulder blade. "Well, what do you think, dove?"
You swallow past the lump in your throat. Your gaze skims over Thor’s wide living room. Lit candles are scattered about, their fluttering flames casting an ethereal, dreamy glow over the room.
"I think it’s a fire hazard," you say.
He chuckles boisterously.
"Maybe…but it’s quite nice, isn’t it?" he queries. His intimate timbre raises goosebumps on your skin.
"Well, I suppose. But…you didn’t have to do all that for me."
"Nonsense, dove. You deserve the world."
The intensity oozing from his words staggers you. Clearing your throat, you swiftly distract him.
"So, the books…"
Hopefully, reminding him the reason for your presence will dispel that peculiar tension tightening your chest.
"Of course," Thor says, his tone more clipped, professional. The breath returns to your lungs as his hands part from you.
He takes you to the built-in shelves on the opposite wall. The amount of books sitting there is simply dizzying. You suppose even if you spent your life there, reading all day long, time might still be amiss to get through each of them. Thor’s arm lifts above your head, his height making it easy to reach the top shelf, much too high for you.
He drops the leatherbound edition between your palms and you exhale in sheer awe, admiring the cover.
"Pristine condition. In fact, I restored it myself."
"That’s amazing."
"I’ll even let you borrow it."
You toss a fond look at the book again before tucking it against your chest.
"Really?" you ask, peering up at Thor.
"Of course, dove. I trust you to preserve it." His gaze holds yours, an odd glint there that draws shivers up your spine. "Don’t you trust me?"
You hesitate before replying, licking your lips.
"I guess I do." Awkwardness fills your chest as silence sets in. With each dragging second, Thor’s smile makes you more uncomfortable. "I should go now," you abruptly announce.
He stops you as you head for the door.
"Won’t you stay for a cup of tea?" he offers.
"I…" You chew on your lip, mind scrambling for an excuse.
Thor’s features pinch in sadness.
"Hm, the holidays are always a lonely time," he says, the musical lilt in his voice souring. "My family is always at war over some trivial nonsense, my brother and father the worst." His gaze grows somber, his frown deepening. " My older sister…" He snorts dryly. "Well, it might be best not to speak about Hela."
When his forlorn blue eyes find yours, his expression not unlike that of a kicked puppy, your chest twists. Defeated, you sigh.
"I guess I can stay for a bit. A cup of tea does sound nice," you say with a polite smile.
Thor’s face illuminates at your response.
"I’ll get the kettle going," he states before backing away to the kitchen area. He waves his hand at the sofa. Cozy blankets and pillows are spread over it. "Get comfortable, dove."
You nod and do as he says. You sit down in a corner of the sofa and drop your bag against the coffee table.
The whistle of the kettle in the background lulls your thoughts.
After all, what’s one harmless cup of tea?
Thor seems like he needs company, and you have nowhere to be in particular. You can humor him for a while, make casual conversation before going about your day.
There’s a bounce in his step when Thor comes back. The tea cup is comically tiny in his large hands. Gracefully, you accept it as he hands it to you.
He sits next to you, maybe a bit too close but you let it slide. You won’t be here for long; you can handle some minor discomfort, a moderate breach of your personal space.
But then you lift the cup to your lips and take a sip. Then two. Then three. Then before you can tip the cup towards your mouth a fourth time, the saucer wobbles in your grasp.
Thor takes it from you before it can fall from your limp fingers. He gingerly places it on the coffee table.
"Thor…what is…" You frown. There is cotton in your mouth, stifling every word forming on your tongue. Your lids flutter, suddenly so heavy. The outline of Thor’s body blurs in your sight.
Bonelessly, you sag on the sofa, incapable of holding yourself up anymore. A brutal weariness drapes over you, hazing your thoughts and senses.
"Thor…" you utter his name weakly.
Large hands cup your face as a broad body looms over you. Panic stutters in your chest, the drumming of your heart only slowed by whatever it is Thor snuck inside the tea.
"Dove, it’s okay," he coos, stroking your cheeks with his thick thumbs. "You’re okay. It’s just to help you relax."
You know it’s all wrong. You’re all wrong.
Thor…Thor’s all wrong.
But all you can do is look up at him with a wide-eyed, terrified expression, entirely too weak to move even a finger.
His woodsy scent seeps into you as he bends down, pressing his mouth over yours. You taste the urgency on his lips, the quiet desperation. The hunger.
When his tongue moves against yours, your nerves sing in horror. Thor hums happily when he parts from your lips. He considers you fondly, his hands traveling low.
Tears swell in your eyes as Thor’s warm palms sweep over your curves. He kisses the angsty rivulets away, softly rasping, "Shh, dove. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise." Dread curls in your stomach as he adds, "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this…" His hearty chuckle chills your blood. "But you keep trying to run from me like a scared little mouse." He hikes up your shirt, planting tender kisses over your navel. You tremble beneath him, bound in quiet terror, a soundless scream searing the back of your throat.
His deep, lustful purr vibrates along your skin. Thor grinds his thick, throbbing need against your thigh and your stomach tightens.
Fevered pecks are sprinkled all over your quivering flesh as your clothes are peeled off by impatient hands.
"No more flying away, dove. You’re all mine now," he grumbles, shedding his own clothes, baring every inch of his muscular, suntanned flesh. In the candlelight, Thor’s skin shimmers like gold. He appears unreal, godly. And, as his greedy tongue and ravenous fingers explore you, you are slowly lifted to the Heavens.
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A/N: For the lovely @lancsnerd and her Six Steamy Sentences challenge. Am I too early to be posting this? Lol. I had a long car drive back home, and I couldn’t wait.
Pairing: Thor x F! Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut.
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Sheer curtains blew in the gentle breeze as the skies signalled the arrival of dawn, your sheets a crumpled mess and a reminder of last night’s nefarious activities.
There was a gentle weight shift on top of you before you felt those familiar lips over your warm body, tracing the sensitive spots left on your inner thighs while his hands cupped your breasts, twisting your nipples enough to elicit a soft moan out of you, rousing you from your slumber.
“Thor, what are you doing?”
Your quiet whisper died down as you fell back against your pillows, your cunt waking up with the kitten licks of his tongue and gentle prodding of his fingers as he opened you up, your walls still sore from the night before but hungry for more.
“Giving you a reason to stay in bed, my dove.”
Parting your legs further, he pushed his tongue inside your entrance, tasting and teasing mercilessly as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves, the electrifying feeling of arousal surging your body as he held you down with no intention letting you go anytime soon.
AN: Alice - I had to save this menace of an ask until I had the right inspiration. I've tried my best at poetic language, just for you. KISSES!!!
Unbeta'd ramblings
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Relationship: Thor x Reader
Word Count: dunno - couple of hundrend?
CW: Fluff, suggestive language.
And the Clouds Danced
His arms were around your waist. Holding you. Letting you know how much he loved you with just his touch. His front pressed to your back, his chin resting on your head. He liked to tease you sometimes about how much smaller you were than him. Liked to say that he could almost fit you in his pocket, to carry with him everywhere.
You were standing on the summit of the hill, the wind gently blowing at the clouds that kept the day cool enough for a gentle hike. Below you all you could see was the beauty of nature; the lush greens, the cool greys, the vibrant pinpricks of colour that denoted wildflowers. Every so often the pale blue sky peeked out from behind the fluffy white clouds.
When was the last time you'd felt such peace?
"What are you thinking about, little one?"
His deep voice caused a rumble that travelled through your back. It suffused your core, and not just your body, but also your soul. You needed him to live, to exist.
"About how much of a good idea this was. I needed to get out. We needed to get out. Look at how beautiful it is"
His hands slid from your waist to your hips, squeezing them lightly.
"Truely a marvel, my love. One of the most beautious sights in the whole of Midgard, I am sure."
He dipped his head and the scruff of his beard scraped over your neck. You giggled, but also feel the dart of heat inside you. His touch kept you on a near constant high. It hadn't taken him long to know exactely how to touch you. To find out which type of touch could get you heated all over in mere moments. To find out which type of touch could keep you on edge for hours, begging and writhing for a release only he could grant you. To find out which type of touch could send you screaming in pleasure, stars exploding behind your eyes in multicoloured supernova's.
The fact he had chosen you was a never ending source of confusion to you, but he had spied you one day and that was it. To be woo'd by a god is no small thing, and you were helpless in the face of his ardour. You fell hard and fast. His love made you dizzy, kept you breathless, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You lay down on the chilled grass with him, mesmerised by the way his broad hands roamed your body. His words of adoration covered you like a blanket, keeping you cocooned and warm, floating in his love, as the wind blew and the clouds danced in the sky.
