#thor request

[streets-in-paradise]

could u write smth with Thor? Anythinggg

Of course, anon!

I'm always happy to write about my beloved prince of Asgard.

One more scene to go in my next wip to post and I will write some Thor for you :)

[imaginesmai]

Thor - Mood Swings

Requested by anon, hope you like it!

Plot: you’re having a shitty day, and on top, you’ve lashed out on Thor. But he always makes things better, not matter what.

Thor winced when the door creaked under his grasp, and tried to finish closing it as quietly as he could. He would have used the window, because he loved to scare you by sneaking in; and he knew that you didn’t really mind it. But since that morning, the orders had been clear; stay out of my sight or I’ll do much more than just cut your hair. It wasn’t as if he was afraid of you, he clearly wasn’t, yet for some reason he couldn’t find and inch of joke in your words. So he decided to enter your apartment like you always reminded him and used the spare key you had given him.

Inside the apartment, there was only one light on, the one in the living room by the window. That had been the only way Thor had had to know you were still up, and why he had decided to pay you a quick visit. He didn’t really understand why you were upset with him, but that morning you had kicked him out of your apartment screaming and nearly sobbing. When you had closed the door on his face, he had gotten the hint of leaving you along for the day.

“Y/N?” he tried to sound as soft as possible. “You there, my love?”

He didn’t receive any negative answer, just a low hum, so he stepped inside the living room.

You were laying on the couch, face down, hands under your belly and feet dangling down. Thor cleared his throat and let the bag he had been carrying on the desk, making enough noise to wake you up in case you were asleep. Instead of looking at him or making his presence known, you just groaned against the pillow.

Thor kicked out his shoes, took off his coat and sat on the coffee table. After two broken ones, you had bought one strong enough to hold the weight of the God. The apartment smelt like tea and some aromatic candles that were lit in the corner, something Thor hadn’t smelt before. In fact, he didn’t even know you liked tea.

Carefully not to disturb you, Thor rubbed a lazy hand over your face, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting him see your closed eyes.

“Are you alright? You look quiet unwell, my –“

“Do I fucking look like I’m alright?” you snapped at him, and finally opened your eyes. They bored into him and Thor had to shift on his place uncomfortable, used to the sweetness of them. When he thought about it, you looked a bit different; pale, bags under your eyes and hair stuck to your forehead.

“That was dumb of me to ask” he retorted, trying to remember anything that you had taught him about the human culture that might explain your mood. “Can I… help you?”

“Yes, you can leave me alone”

You buried your face into the pillow and let out a loud groan. Your body shifted a little, what let Thor see the origin of the tea smell; there was a heating pad under your hip, staining the couch with the water that evaporated. His hand didn’t leave your hair, but kept caressing it until it descended to your shoulders.

Thor was surprised to see how much tension was there, and instantly both of his hands travelled there and started massaging the muscles. You sighed and your body slumped against the couch, and since he woke up that morning, Thor smiled. He had tried to kill time by visiting his friends at the Stark Tower, taking a stroll around the park and stopping to take a few pictures with fans, and actually travelled to another planet to see how things were going. None of those things made him as happy as seeing you relaxed.

It went on for a while, both of you silent as Thor worked on the knots of your back.

“Thor?”

“Yes?”

“Can you – can you bring me something to eat?” you turned your head around and Thor’s eyes almost budged out of its sockets when he saw the tears on yours.

“Why are you crying?” Thor moved to kneel in front of the couch, and stopped to caress your cheek. “My love, are you in pain? Has someone hurt you?”

“Please?” you didn’t answer to his question. “Chocolate and pizza?”

Thor nodded quickly and stumbled away to the kitchen, where a series of crushes and curses sounded. Perks of living in a small apartment like yours and having a bear for a boyfriend. The tears ran down your cheeks freely as Thor savaged your fridge in search of the food you had requested.

In a record time, Thor had the oven running with your pizza making itself – maybe with a little help of his thunder’s electricity, a bunch of screams from your neighbours because of power break, and a lot of Thor’s screaming back at them – and was running back to the couch with two bars of chocolate.

When he was met with your lip wobbling and your wet cheeks, the God crumbled down to his knees and let the chocolate on the now bended coffee table.

“You’re crying! Please, don’t cry Y/N” Thor begged you, and you only felt like crying more because of his pained eyes. “I’m sorry, is this my fault? Do you want me to leave again?”

“No, it’s not your fault!” you cried harder, full broken sobs. “Just – just the mood swings of my period, baby. Please don’t leave”

Your arms, that had been tucked under your body, freed themselves and you raised them towards Thor; who finally understood. He understood why you had seemed so flustered that morning, when you had woken up and he had asked about the red strains of the sheets. And when you had kicked him off the apartment, or why you had a heating pad under your hips.

Thor smiled softly at you and let you wrap yourself around him like an octopus while he hoisted your up from your armpits.

“Bed and Netflix?” he proposed, and you nodded against his collarbone. “I can rub your belly while the pizza heats”

“Please” you whined.

Period had never been an easy matter for you. Since you were a teenager, mood swings and horrible pains were a part of it, every month and every year. It had been a really embarrassing topic for you to talk about with your previous boyfriends, because your mood swings had been so drastic that they became grossed out. But with Thor had been different, as everything in your relationship.

He cherished every part of you, and talked with proudness how women were the strongest beings for enduring the pains of the period and the birth of a child. He didn’t protest when he had to go and buy pads in the middle of the night or when situations like that happened every once in a month. Still, you always felt bad about the God, who always endured them without breaking a sweat.

“I’m sorry” you apologised softly, as Thor laid you on bed and hovered over you. You didn’t release his neck.

“I know, it’s okay” he assured you, and kissed the tip of your mouth. “I just wish you had told me sooner. You know I can help with this things, my love. Everything to make you feel alright again”

You smiled and answered him by kissing his lips. It didn’t make the pain away, but your day was better just like that. Thor kissed you slow and softly, and his hand sneaked to under your shirt, just where the pain was. You almost jumped out of your skin when the sparks hit you, even if it wasn’t the first time he did it.

As he kissed you, the pain subsided. His fingers massaged slowly your belly, emitting sparks of electricity every once in a while to make the pain go away. It took him a while to make you relax completely, never leaving your lips or cheeks. Thor peered with kissed every inch of your face, and just when the oven beeped, you breathed in relief.

“Better?”

“Much better” you smiled at him, suddenly feeling sleepy.

Receiving voltage was something that scared you the first time he said it out loud, but when you were in pain and desperate to make it pass, you were open to nearly anything. It wasn’t a pleasurable feeling, neither a bad one, because Thor was as careful as a surgeon.

“You still want pizza?” Thor asked. He was standing above you, his whole weight resting on one arm and both of his knees. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but he didn’t complain. “Or I could put it to the fridge and cuddle”

“I think I like the second one better”

Contradicting your words, you raised your arms until they were locked again behind Thor’s neck. Your leg formed a tight circle around his waist and he chuckle. The room was dark, and when you closed your eyes, everything went down to your touch, smell and hearing.

Thor’s skin was rough. It was filled with scars from the multiple battles he had been in, and by nature his skin wasn’t smooth. Burn marks, peeled skin and scabs. But it comforted you, as you rubbed the pads of your fingers against it.

Thor smelt weird. Probably from traveling so much, he didn’t have an specific smell, like mint or coffee. You liked to say he smelt like home. It was smooth and pleasurable, so you sniffed against his neck.

There wasn’t anything to hear, but Thor’s breathing. It was even, always even; in battle, or in bed. The oven beeped in the background, but you only heard Thor’s breathing.

“I take that you want me to carry you?” Thor chuckled, and you hummed.

There was a faint movement, and then Thor’s hand was holding you up under your ass. You didn’t really noticed how he moved or what he did, just that the beeping stopped and that sooner than later you were back in bed. By then, you were almost asleep against his shoulder, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Thor’s beautiful eyes in front of you.

The scented candle was in the room, and its soft glow made Thor’s hair look golden. He smiled at you, looking angelical, and his hand that was on your waist pulled your closer. Instead of kissing you, you tucked your head under his chin and closed your eyes again.

“Are you clean for the night?” Thor asked, referring to your pad. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Or do you want me to carry to the bathroom?”

“I’m good for the night” you answered him. “Love you. A lot”

“I love you to, Y/N. Don’t ever doubt I won’t be there for you”

You didn’t get to hear the last words, as you drifted the world of dreams. But they left a tingling feeling in your heart, that wouldn’t go away any time soon.

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[charnelhouse]

the cycle and the twist

Pairing: Thor x F!Reader Wordcount: 1.6K Warnings: period kink/blood kink. this is filthy. porn w/o plot. Summary: Thor helps you out during the bad days of your cycle. A/N: this gif kind of works lol. im always worried about thor being OOC ugh.

Thor is heavily attuned to your cycles - your scent and the subtle shifts in your body. He knows when you’re in pain and when you’re bleeding and when you swell with bloat.  

He has no qualms about feasting on you. He is addicted to your smell - the earthy sweet bite of you beneath the layers of perfume and shower gel. He wants you undraped - exposed. He wants you especially after you work out - when the salt of your sweat lingers in the hinges of your limbs. He will eat your cunt just like that - stuffing his face between the soft flesh of your thighs as he licks and licks until that musky girl-flavor becomes lighter and lighter from the sweep of his tongue.

All this to say that when you are bleeding and bowled over by cramps, Thor will do everything in his power to pleasure you so that the pain stumbles to a limp. He works his fingers between the folds of your pussy - sweeping his thumb over your swollen clit. He is shameless about it. He massages you with whispery-silk orgasms and when he tugs his hand away he’s coated in a thin film of red. 

He doesn’t stop there. He nestles himself between your knees. His broad, muscular body shifts in the middle of your legs - his huge shoulders spreading you open so that he can stare at the secret of your pussy. Slick with crimson and slick with your cum. He doesn’t hesitate to push his face into your sex - his nose scraping across your bundle of nerves. You’re so sensitive - so raw and tender and Thor feels it with every spasm of your walls around his fingers.

Another cramp splinters through your belly and you shudder against his lips. 

“Hurts, little one?” he asks - his voice quiet but still gravelly - still deep and low and hungry. “I’ll make it go away.”

He hitches your thighs over his shoulders so he can sink further - burying his face as if he could drown in your blood and juices. When he parts your folds with his tongue - you squirm - your fingers knotting into the golden braids that drape along his scalp. He draws the flat of his tongue from the hole of your fluttering pussy to the very top - latching to the erect bundle of nerves. He suckles, making you buck into the hard edge of his jaw and chin.

“That’s it,” he coaxes - dipping his fingers inside you - thick and calloused as he fucks them through the channel of your core - back and forth and steady as the thrum of his heart. He flicks his tongue over your clit as he rocks his knuckles syrup-slow. Your orgasm builds and builds - morphing and winding with the throbbing pain that skates across your lower muscles. Thor’s eyes snap to yours - his brow pinched as he concentrates on making you shatter into the talent of his diligent mouth. He offers you a wolfish grin - predatory and made even more feral by your blood smeared across his nose - a slash across his cheek. 

He lifts his hand to catch the one you have fisted in his hair. He threads his fingers through your own - and pins them both to your belly. There is the pulse of your pleasure beneath your joined palms - the flicker and bite of each dash of hot fire he lances through your system.  He grazes his thumb over the top of your hand - a sweet, soothing gesture: I am here. I am here. I am here. 

Your climax slaps harsh across your body. It’s so intense that you arch up - practically curling into his large head. It tastes like a storm - feels like a burst of thunder across the planes of your flesh - rolling deep in the very pit of your womb. You ripple with the aftershocks - your thighs trembling around his ears as he slows you down with soft kitten-licks and the subtle grind of his fingers still caught up inside you. He brushes a kiss across the seam of your pussy before he climbs up your torso and tilts your chin to access your lips. 

You savor yourself on his tongue - the earthy metal of your juices caught up in the cup of his mouth. You are still painted in his beard. The faint traces of pink and red and you wipe at them as he bumps your noses together.

“Leave it,” he demands, repositioning your hips - spreading you open once more as you feel the hard, hot line of his erection grazing your slit. He begins to sink - inch by inch - your walls blooming to accommodate him. There is the filthy squelch of your sex swallowing him whole - sucking him as far as possible until his groin jams up against your belly. The bulbous head of his cock knocking into the plush tissue buried deep.

“I’d walk around all day with my face coated in you, lovely one,” he teases - nipping at your throat - offering you an experimental thrust that makes you gasp into his shoulder. Thor is so big that every time feels like he is splitting you apart - there is the tiniest pinch of pain that blends and melts into something delicious once he finds his pace. “I’d lick you clean every chance I could.” He drags his bearded jaw across your cheekbone before he lowers his mouth to the pulse in your neck. He sucks a mark into it - pulling the blood to the surface - and then lowers himself further to wrap his lips around your pert nipple - sucking it raw.

“I’d come to you whenever you needed me,” he mutters as he snaps into the dripping clutch of your pussy. It lurches you up the sheets, makes you dig your face into his sweat-damp shoulder. “Find you and get on my knees and lick that pretty cunt until there was no more blood for you to give.”

Jesus Christ. 

You bite back a sob - raking your nails across the undulating muscles of his back. He drags his cock almost all the way out - the head catching on the rim of your hole. You peer between you and can see yourself all over the swollen ridge of his length - shiny with everything - and then he shoves himself back inside you with one, slow stroke.

“You taste so fucking good,” he grunts. “Could - could feast on your tight little pussy until you got my face all wet.”

You could die. You could burn up and die right now as Thor hovers above you - bearing the weight of his massive body over the writhing mess of your own. His hips stutter against your pelvis and the grind of his cock tears you open - stretching you impossible wide - the mass of it swelling as he nears completion. You cradle his face to rip him back down to your mouth - to crush your lips to his as possessively as you can. 

He has ruined you. He has ruined you for anyone else and you know that was always his intention. That had been what he sought to do the first time he ever bedded you - screwing you as he pulled your hair and fucked himself against your ass and told you - you’re my fucking woman - you’re mine.

“Cum in me,” you whisper against the grit of his teeth. You drop your head to get a better look at him. His handsome face is screwed into something frantic - his blue eyes flickering to yours as he takes and takes and bounces you up the bed - the frame creaking with each brutal slap of skin. His jaw tenses as he bites his lower lip. Ragged grunts spill from the pink seal of his mouth as his nostrils flare. 

His face falls against yours as he trails sloppy kisses over your parted lips and seeking tongue. Your jaw and cheek and brow. His hand gently circling your throat like a tender collar to pin you in place as he stuffs your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he growls as he hits his peak - as his spine stiffens beneath your palm - as you feel his cock expand inside the channel of your pussy - the warm burst of spend in your core. He shakes above you - his fingers squeezing your neck - his other hand tearing through the pillow beside your head. 

You stroke his waist - the heaving muscles of his shoulder blades. It always stuns you to see him like this - to see him so thoroughly exhausted and flustered after sex. The God carved into something almost vulnerable as he pants into your hair. 

“Are you alright?” you tease - pinching the hump of his ass. He’s still inside you - his cock twitching with its last threads of spend. He chuckles - kissing the crown of your head. 

“You have wiped me out, sweet one.”

You grin up at him - the hot ache of your powers beginning to run up the tree of your spine. Your eyes must have turned because you notice the glow of them has made shifting patterns of pale-purple light across Thor’s bare face. 

“Hmm,” he gloats. “That good then? Made you go all witchy, my love?”

You trawl sparks over his bicep and he closes his eyes - lulled by the warmth and the tingling sweep of your magic. You flex around him before you lazily lower your hand between your bodies - your fingers wedging around the base of his cock. You lightly seep a jolt of energy into the sensitive flesh - the curve of his balls. He gasps  - jerking above you as he begins to grow - the length of him fattening once more inside you. Another blossoming twist of desire in the seat of your cunt.

“You’re insatiable,” he scolds. “Such a needy girl.”

You smirk up at him. “Good thing you have all that God-stamina, Odinson.”

[ivybucky]

somebody else - thor x fem!reader

Request by Anon: SUPER ANGSTY THOR X FEM!READER, please? I want to have a full-on breakdown, and the internet doesn't have enough Thor angst.

description: thor and y/n have been exploring their feelings for each other for the last year, but he always leaves to help out a 'friend' in the worst moments. y/n isn't stupid, but he seems to be ignorant to the fact that she's ready to love him now, not when it's convenient.

a/n: this is the first thor thing i've written in a very long time. i'm always in love with angst that ends in fluff, but that wasn't requested here. this hurts, and there's not a happy resolution.

CW: angst, sneaking around (no cheating), heartache, sad ending, implication of sex, some cuss words, naked bodies

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The warm sunlight filtering through the window is what wakes her. Soft sheets are tangled around her bare skin, twisting loosely around her thighs and stomach. Y/N reached her arms up, allowing her joints to crack and muscles to stretch, with a soft groan she kept contained in her mouth. Her gaze falls on the body next to her, a soft mess of blonde hair was a stark contrast to the white linen of the pillow. She smiled, remembering heat kisses, soft and firm touches, and sweet sounds that filled the space of her bedroom the night before.

Her body turned from her back to her side, allowing herself to take in the more peaceful face of the god of thunder. He had seen so much pain in his lifetime, she knew to enjoy the moments where he was blissful. Y/N brought her fingers to trail over the spanse of his back, nails scratching slightly at his own bare skin.

Thor hummed under her touch, smiling softly before opening his eyes to see the woman beside him. The deep timber of his voice vibrated against the mattress, “Good morning, my dove.”

She smiled, resting her palm against his skin. “Good morning, my darling.”

He chuckled, wrapped a toned arm around her middle before pulling her to his side. “This is my favorite version of you.”

Her laugh was bright, still holding onto the remnants of sleep. She gestured to the length of her body. “This?”

“Mmm yes,” his nose pressed its way into the crook of her neck, pulling a thigh over his body “Peaceful, beautiful, restful.”

“Don’t forget, utterly fucked out.” He pinches her bottom cheek, releasing a squeal from her mouth.

“Cheeky thing, you are.” She laughs again, pulling her body closer to his. Her fingers come up to tuck a loose strand of his hand behind his ears before caressing his bearded cheek.

“This is my favorite version of you as well.” Her voice is soft as she speaks, full of the love she’s grown accustomed to feeling around him. He tipped his mouth forward, catching her lips in his. Their kiss was lazy but firm, an expression of the emotions around them, in the quiet soft of the morning. They pull away from each other and Y/N’s gaze flickers between his eyes, searching for a recognition of the feelings swirling in her chest.

Her thumb brushed over his cheek bone, a rush of courage building in her chest. “Thor,” he smiled, kissing the palm of her hand. “Thor, I-”

His phone, the one he had gotten to stay in contact with those on Earth while he remained there, began to ring loudly. Y/N felt his body stiffen slightly as he let out a groan. “One moment, dove.”

He rolled over the mattress, checking the name on the phone, and sitting up quickly in recognition. “Hello?”

The voice on the phone was muffled enough for Y/N not to acknowledge it greatly, being only a little annoyed at her own due confession being interrupted, especially after almost a year. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N’s frown deepened at his words, a worry and concern she had not heard before etched in the tone of his question. He begins to dress quickly, throwing on the clothes he had worn before in a rush. “I’ll be there soon, don’t worry.”

He hangs up the phone as he continues to gather his things. “Thor?”

“I’m sorry, my dove,” he says without meaning. “My friend needs my help, I have to leave.”

“But I-”

“I’ll see you soon,” he moves towards, her pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

Y/N watches with confusion etched on her face as he leaves her apartment with haste, her front door shutting loudly behind him. The room is now silent, disrupted of the peace she had held in her grasp only minutes before.

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He pulled her against his sweating body, kissing at her mouth sloppily with chuckle. She moaned softly before pulling away with a laugh. “Darling, you’re all gross.”

“And? I thought you liked me working out, dove.” He pinched her side gently as she turned to move into the kitchen. She laughed again, smirking in his direction.

“I like you working out with me and we’re sweating together,” she winked as she bent over to take a plate out of the dishwasher.

“Then why did we stop kissing?” he teased, hip resting against the countertop.

Her face scrunched in mock disgust. “You’re kind of smelly, hon. Take a shower and we’ll see about that.”

His deep chuckled echoed throughout the apartment as he walked into the bathroom. She smiled to herself, hearing the water of the shower turned on. She busied herself in the kitchen, putting away the dishes and picking up whatever she could.

She didn’t mean to look at his phone, she really didn’t. However, it was just an instinct to look at what created the noise as she passed it. Her whole body paused at the words that read on the screen.

Jane: Do you have time to talk? I have some more questions for you.

She could feel the frown deepening on her face. She knew Jane, well, of her. She knew what she was to Thor, and she knew how it hurt him for her to leave. She was unaware that Jane was still a part of his life, however. Someone who still reached out to him, someone he still communicated with. And now it stood blankly in her face.

She wondered how long she sat there, mulling over the information, before she heard the water turn off and move back to appearing to do work. He walked out of her bedroom, clothed and refreshed, looking as happy as he did when he walked through the door. He pulled her back to his chest, kissing her neck. “What about now, my dove?”

“Hmm?” she asked, distracted.

“Do you want to work out together?” his deep voice was husky in his ear. She turned around, pushing whatever thoughts she had out of her mind to focus on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Hmm,” she thought out loud. “You do smell a lot better.”

Before he could do anything, his phone sounded off again. He glanced over at the screen, before pulling away from her arms and picking it up to respond. Her heart raced at his movements as he pocketed the phone and looked at her with a sorry expression.

“I have to go help my friend,” his shoulders dropped slightly, taking in the dejected look on her face. “I’m sorry, my dove.”

“But we were-”

“I know,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead once more, grabbing his keys from the hook by the door. “I promise to make it up to you.”

And then he was gone.

As quickly and quietly as he left before, leaving Y/N to stand in the kitchen in silence, with confusion written on her face and anxiety bubbling in her chest.

~~~

“Hi darling, where are you?” She stood outside of the restaurant, feet pacing patiently on the sidewalk.

“Hello, my dove,” his voice was already apologetic.

“You’re not coming are you?”

He sighed heavily into the phone, and Y/N wanted to believe he regretted his decision. “I’m so sorry, my friend needs my-”

“It’s her, isn’t it?” she tried to keep her voice from wavering as she asked the questions she needed answers to. “Jane?”

His end of the line went silent. “Yes,” his voice was almost shaky, but after all the time, she didn’t believe it. “She’s been writing a paper on her discoveries about the realms. I’ve just been helping her.”

“If that’s all it was,” her voice shook in her throat. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Dove,” she shut her eyes, trying to calm her emotions. “I just didn’t know how you would react.”

“Thor, I thought-” she paused, not wanting to finish her dark thought.

“Y/N, you know I would never-”

“I know,” she sighed, staring down at the ground. “But, what happens when I need you more? If I needed you now?”

His line went silent once more. Y/N let out a sigh once more.

“If this is it, if all you’re doing is helping her,” she turned her body, walking up the sidewalk back to her apartment. “Then we can talk about this more later. Just help her now, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course, my dove,” his voice was soft, in a way that just made her sad.

She hung up the phone and continued walking, letting the breeze from the evening weather calm her as it brushed against her face. She desperately tried to ignore the worry that filled her heart, knowing she loved his man to the ends of the earth already. But she knew what first loves could mean to people.

The streets were quiet in a busy way; nothing loud, but lots of soft noises, like the quiet murmur of people talking, or the bristling of the tree leaves. She made her way down the block, a nice enough night to not want to take a cab. Until she passed the bar.

She caught sight of his blond hair, the one she loved to run her fingers through when they laid on the couch together, moving from one end of the bar. She paused to watch, him bringing two glasses of a brown liquor over to her. Y/N had seen her face before, remembered it well enough to recognize her here. The thing that hurt the most was his smile.

After a year of being together, she had never been on the receiving end of that smile before. He thought he looked at her with adoration, but she could see now that he had never looked at her with that much love. And then his eyes shifted.

Y/N’s breath left her lungs as he made eye contact, expecting him to do something now that he had seen her. His smile faltered as he took in her watery eyes, but quickly regained his own composure as he turned his gaze back to Jane.

She turned and continued walking, tears falling freely now as she recognized what it meant, what it would always mean. She would always be second to his first.

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[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

I’m Sorry For Ignoring You (Male Reader)

Word Count:805

Warnings: idrk

Requested by @marilynmonroefanfics: “I wanted to request a Thor x Male Reader, where the reader is Thor's husband and the other King of Asgard. He's like totally Thor's opposite, chubby, kinda short compared to Thor (I'm 5'6😂) he's shy and introverted. He's very devoted to the Asgardian people, dedacating himself to charity and all of those important stuff who help people. Who in turn, love him dearly. Thor has been extremely busy with the Avangers, which in turn causes his husband to take more and more responsibility as King and basically start doing Thor's role as King (they both have like separate "roles" as Kings)To add to that because he's busy Thor starts neglecting his husband more and more His husband has in turn to do more and more in Asgard. But one day he finally breaks and maybe faints or get sick from all the overwhelming work he has to do. Maybe Thor is with the Avengers when he ressives a messanger who tell him like "Your Majesty, his Grace, King Y/N has fallen terribly hill." The Avengers are like "YOU HAVE A HUSBAND!?" Anyways Thor gets extremely worried and regrets everything. Just Want some nice softie Thor taking care of his husband and apologizing profoundly.”

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King Y/N of Asgard. Husband to King Thor of Asgard. What was funny is that Y/N never understood why Thor loved him. Or the people. He was just the opposite of Thor. He wasn’t tall, that fit, loud, a good warrior. It wasn’t that at all. Perhaps that was why the people liked him. As he was never a good warrior, he was an amazing peoples person. People felt like they could go to him and just talk to him. It was different for Thor. Many were scared to go to the other King. The son of Odin. But he always had Y/N make sure things with the people were going good. That was his job. Thor did all of the things that didn’t include the people. Y/N did. Of course Y/N informed him of what all was happening so he didn’t seem so disconnected from his people.

But they both liked it this way. Thor having his duties and Y/N having his. It was simple and easy to go on through life like that.

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Y/N sighed as he was informed that his abnormally tall husband was busy with Avengers things on Midgard. Y/N motioned for the messenger to leave after he thanked him for the message. Y/N loved his husband and what he was doing for the Midgardians. So he decided to take a few of his husbands duties so he has less to do whenever he returns.

“Sigge?” Y/N’s guard turned to face him, “May you see what King Thor needs to get done? I would like to see what I can do for him. To help.”

“Of course your highness, I shall see.”

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It went on for weeks. Y/N continuously taking on more and more of Thor’s job as King. Y/N continuously tiring himself out, barely being able to make it to his bed at night. Barely eating and tiring himself out. Things he promised Thor he wouldn’t do. But with Thor not there, he didn’t want the people to suffer because of his husbands slight negligence.

It wasn’t just his negligence to the people, but to Y/N that cause Y/N to do what he was. It was hard to deal with Thor hardly being on Asgard. Hardly there, giving him, yes simple, reminders that he still loved him. It was just hard to do much without his husbands reassurance.

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Y/N nodded as he listened to the representative for Alfheim. And at first he thought he just stood too fast, but soon he saw his vision go black and heard one of the guards yelling his name.

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Thor laughed along, “I must take you all to Asgard one day.”

Of course the joy was stopped as the urgent voice of King Y/N’s personal guard, Sigge, came into the room, “King Thor!”

“Sigge?”

“King Y/N has fallen ill. He fainted a few moments ago. I sent by one of the doctors for you to come back to Asgard.”

“King Y/N?”

“Thor, you’re married?”

“You’re gay?! I thought you were straight!”

Thor grabbed Mjölnir and turned to his friends, “I am very sorry to leave so abruptly, but I must go tend for my husband. I shall be back when I am able to.”

And he practically ran out of the Tower. The rest of the Avengers sat there confused because they had no clue that Thor was married, let alone gay.

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Thor ran through the halls to he and his husbands chambers. He slammed open the doors and ran in. Falling into the side of the bed next to his husband. He placed a careful hand on his head and caressed his forehead with his thumb. “Oh Y/N, I am so sorry for leaving you for so long. I am such an idiot, aren’t I?”

“No you’re not. You were helping those on Midgard.”

“But I left you here to do everything. I never even checked in to see how you were doing and I am ever so sorry.”

“It’s alright Thor.”

“But it’s not! Sigge told me everything. How you were barely sleeping or eating and taking on both mine and your jobs as King. I never should have made you think you had to do that.”

“But I chose to Thor. I wanted you to have less to do when you did return.”

“Yes, but who knows when that would have been. Y/N, I promise never to leave you like that again.”

Y/N smiled softly, “Oh Thor, what ever shall I do with you?”

“Always love me?”

He smiled, “Of course.”

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And after that Thor always returned. Each night. If he wasn’t needed on Midgard he was on Asgard. He refused to let Y/N ever faint or get sick because of his negligence. He loved his husband more than anything and would rather die than let anything happen to him again.

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Thundering Nights - Thor x Reader

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Warnings: non, just fluff :)

Word Count: 900

The sound of lightning crackling through the air was enough to keep you up at night. Staring at the ceiling, you huffed a piece of hair out of your eyes and sighed miserably, turning onto your side and checking your phone. It read 11:47pm. You grumbled, running a hand over your face. You could have sworn it was later on into the night, but clearly it wasn’t.

You reached your spare hand out to the opposing side of the bed, hoping to grab onto Thor’s arm so you could wake him, gently, or snuggle into him for warmth. But, as your hand hit the cold, flat surface of the duvet next to you, you realised that your boyfriend wasn’t there.

Your mind fogged over as you tried to remember where Thor could be. You doubted that he’d be out with Banner - the sudden friendship between the two had caught you off guard when they had returned from Sakaar, but you welcomed it all the same. You also doubted that he’d be with Loki. The mischievous younger brother of Thor’s had warmed on you since he had calmed down his whole attitude towards “ruling earth”, yet you doubted he was going to be the one that Thor was accompanying this late on into the night.

Slightly giving up on wondering where he had gone off to, you were about to try and somehow get yourself to sleep, when another cackle of lightning rippled through the air. Your eyes looked over towards the balcony on the opposite side of your bedroom and it was as though a lightbulb of some sort appeared above your head. Shuffling out of the duvet you had cocooned yourself in earlier on into the night, you got up from your side of the bed and raked a hand through your hair.

Padding over towards the balcony, you opened the doors and smiled softly as you saw Thor looking up into the sky, admiring the thunder that was crashing down through the sky. Walking outside, you felt a gush of cool air hit your face and you blinked furiously, not expecting it to be so cold. You then looped your hand around Thor’s arm, feeling him jump slightly before turning around and smiling as he realised it was only you.

“Y/n,” he chuckled, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you, “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

You leaned your head against him and looked up to the thunder above the two of you, nodding slightly, “Yeah, it’s pretty.”

He hummed softly in response and pressed a kiss to your head, “What are you doing awake? I thought I left you sleeping hours ago, my love?”

Another crash of thunder shot through the sky and you flinched, narrowing your eyes as it manoeuvred and glided it’s way through the starry path it was situated in. Looking away from the sky for a moment, you glanced over to look at Thor and you gave him a small, tired smile.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied to him, your voice only a small whisper compared to what it usually is, “Would you watch a movie with me? It might make me more tired?”

Thor felt you flinch as soon as the lightning shot through the air, and he tightened his grip on you softly. Upon hearing your request to watch a film, he nodded his head and took your hand in his own, gently.

“Of course,” He answered, a hint of excitement in his tone as he spoke, “Besides, Midgardians like yourself shouldn’t really be out in weather like this-“

You tried to hold in a laugh, backing away from Thor’s chest and walking into your bedroom once more, your hand still grasping onto his own.

“You got that right.” You eventually laughed, flinging yourself down onto the bed and moving yourself so that you were propped up against a pillow.

Reaching for the remote for the TV that was opposite to your bed, you waited for Thor to get in next to you. Once he was in bed, he opened his arms out for you and you laid your head on his chest, aimlessly switching on the TV with a click of a button and looking through the channels for something to watch.

It didn’t take you both long to find a film to watch - Thor was always a big fan of the Disney ones anyway. His favourite was Mulan, funny enough. He liked the way she was portrayed through the film: a strong, independent woman who took it upon herself to fight for her family. That and she was a ‘warrior princess’ - he loved those.

About halfway into the film, you ended up falling asleep on the Asgardian’s chest, but he didn’t mind much. This usually happened between the two of you anyways: you’d watch a film together and then one of you would end up falling asleep, leaving the other one awake, watching the rest of the film with a dumb smirk on their face.

Thor ended up watching the rest of the film on his own, but he didn’t mind much at all. His hand caressed through your hair as the movie played on and he found himself looking at you more than he did the film. You were at peace when sleeping, and to Thor that was all he could ever want.

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F from alphabet with Thor

What a fucking request 💦💦💦

Because Daddy Thor got some talented as fingers and it’s likely his favorite thing to do

Thor does not play when it comes to his fingers in you, as if it was his own instrument he plays you perfectly making you sing his name

He’d start teasing you through the cotton making you wet before his skin even meets yours

He’s one to make you squirm, you’ll be sleep and he would slide his hand down your body waking you from your slumber with a thick finger massaging you clit. “You’re frisky this morning.” You’d whisper

But that would be the last sentence you could muster before three of his fingers enter you, stretching you to the edge of pleasure and pain

“Your pussy is,” he’d watch you buck from the bed and thrust his fingers back into you. “So fucking soft, did you know that.”

Just watching your face contorting in faces because of him would make him happy

You’d shake your head clenching the sheets as he’d curl his fingers hitting that sweet spot that only he knows.

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Request: ok so y/n is Tony’s daughter, she’s been dating Thor for 3ish years and hiding it from her crazy protective dad, and he finds out she’s seeing Thor when he accidentally sees the two of them doing the do in her bedroom

A/N: This request is written in a very cliché, banal way. So beware. Other than that, I love this and thank you for requesting, my love!!! This is shitty. Sorry ! Happy reading!

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“Thor,” you drag out his name in an annoyed whine, looking at the mentioned man with a wide smile. He raises his eyebrows at you while his fingers lift up the edge of your shirt and start moving it upwards your body, “no, come on. We already did it last night.” You start to move upwards, as if to sit, but the god pulls you down once again, your back softly hitting the mattress.

“I know,” he says lowly, “but I can't bear not doing it again. Not when it's you.” Thor says and kisses your stomach. Your eyes drop closed. It does feel good. “You drive me mad, love.”

“I appreciate that. But we almost got caught last night. And now - anyone could walk—oh—anyone could... my dad...” your words fade for the god has taken your attention with pressing his lips on the skin between your breasts, and you gasp. 

“You're really thinking of your father right now?” Thor asks, a cocky tone in his voice.

“Thor...” You whine when he squeezes your butt and kisses your skin again, slightly sucking on it this time.

“That's what I like to hear, princess.” He mumbles and quickly, but swiftly, moves upwards and presses his lips now against yours. You both moan and you're smiling against Thor's lips. They're soft, sweet, made for yours. Still soft after more than three years of kissing them lump. He could say the same about yours.

You're giggling and Thor enjoys it, loving that he makes you moan and laugh at the same time. His hands are tugging your knickers down your legs, underneath the blanket you've both used to hide. You're giggling still as you kiss his face and his hands and his collarbones, but the giggles subside when you feel him sliding against your entrance.

A giggle dies into a soft moan, but becomes a more intense and breathy one when he goes all the way in. Your hands grip his bicep, squishing it like a pillow. Thor smiles upon seeing your euphoric face and it makes you laugh, too. You're both giggling like teenagers. And maybe that's what you love most about him. 

Yes, your God of Thunder may seem immature to others, but he was a serious man and his 'immaturity' was a laughing matter, mainly used to light tense situations. Or make ones like these even better than they were.

“Oh, fuck, this feels so good,” you hum and moan, your hands pulling Thor loser to you. You're both moving rhythmically, in sync, against each other, becoming almost one. You're melting around him, warming him, making him feel bliss.

“I'm in heaven.” The god grunts and his head drops against your chest. You laugh again, a hand on the back of his haired head, and moan. Thor's hands grip your waist, his thrusts picking up in pace. It makes the bed move a bit, forward and back. It also makes you giggle. To someone else, it might seem like you're drunk. 

You would have replied to his recent statement, but suddenly, the bedroom door swings open and in the doorway stands the least person you'd wanted to catch you in the fucking act. Your father.

“Y/N, you in there or is there someone else—oh my GOD!” Your father screeches and both you and Thor stop your movements completely, frozen. Tony covers his eyes and turns around. You and Thor exchange panicked looks and quickly rush out of the bed, scrambling to find any suitable clothes. “Y/N Stark you get out here RIGHT NOW!” Your father's voice booms through at best, the whole compound. 

Thor eyes you, knowing you're growing nervous. “You're going to be fine, my love.” He tells you. You huff.

“Yeah, I know,” you say, “it's just the way he is. A bit of pressure.” You flinch, stepping into sweatpants. You then put a bra on and a long-sleeved shirt over your head. You sigh. “Does my hair look okay?”

“Y/N Stark!” Your dad calls out to you.

“Your hair looks as lovely as always, love.” Thor says, and there's that smug smile on his face. You give him a look of annoyance.

“I mean, is it in a good enough condition to see my dad after he's seen us having sex?” You stress and Thor sighs, stepping closer to you. 

“Yes, it is fine.” Thor responds and reaches out with his hands to adjust your hair a bit. You eye him weird, but walk towards the deadly door to face your furious father.

You close the door behind you and look at him wary. Tony's breathing is heavy, he avoids your eyes and instead looks down at his feet. Your father's hands are fidgeting with each other. You want to say something, but you don't know what would be the right thing to say.

“H-How long?” He finally asks, after you've suffered seconds of aggrivating and tension-filled silence. You want to sigh in relief, but don't, and settle for huffing and crossing your arms over your chest. Now you have to answer him. The answer won't be easy to take.

“Three years.” You say quietly, almost mumble it to yourself, shifting on your feet. Tony seems to have had a stroke.

“THREE YEARS?!” He exclaims and your guilty eyes look at him and nod. “Three years and nobody knows! Three years and I find out like this!”

“Dad, I was afraid you'd catch us, honestly!” You defend yourself. “I told him no, but you know... And—”

“Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't either of you tell me?” He asks. “He's my god damn teammate! You're my daughter! And no sign! Am I really that blind?”

“No, I'm just good at hiding stuff. You know that.”

“Now, you don't get to sweeten-up to me, missy. This is...” Tony trails off. He huffs. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because...” you move your arms around, “you're the way... you are. Crazily over-protective. You're like... You're acting like you own me or something, like—like everything in the world is going to hurt me, like everyone is mean except you. And with Thor, I... there's freedom, there's love and there's happiness.”

“You're telling me I'm making you feel caged?” Tony asks.

“Sometimes, yeah. I spent my whole childhood between four walls while you were at conferences, parties or... I don't know, hooking up. Guards or you always around me. And now, when I'm not a kid anymore, you won't let me out in the world.” You start to rant basically, everything that's been sitting in your heart bubbling out at this chance. “I'm 25, dad, far from being a kid. So you should stop overreacting and accept the fact that I hid this relationship with Thor for over three years because I was afraid you'd make us stop seeing each other because of the way you are. Not let me enjoy soemthing I like.” You pause, and don't look at Tony, hoping he'll take your words into account. “And I know I'm your only kid, and I know you're afraid to lose me and hate seeing me grow up and leave you eventually, but... you should have spent more time with me when I was younger instead of trying to do it now.”

A sigh leaves your mouth. 

“I didn't mean to say all that now, but it happened.” You add and look at your dad finally.

“Well, I don't like saying this, but I'm sorry and you're right. But,” Tony raises a finger, “I'm still upset that you didn't tell me sooner.”

“Or are you mad at yourself that you didn't figure it out yourself?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, probably that.” Tony nods. “And you're right again. What's going on today?”

You shrug and look away, your back against the closed door.

“Look, I love you, kid,” Tony says and you both lock eyes, “and I do not want you slipping away. But, god... Thor, really?”

You both laugh. “Don't be mean, he's next door.” You reply. 

“I thought Captain Righteous—I mean Rogers—was more your type.” Tony admits.

“Pshh,” you hiss, “he could never handle me. And I couldn't stand him.”

“Thank goodness.” your dad says, “don't like him too much.”

“Now that's a lie.” You point a finger at him, nodding, and Tony sighs. 

“Okay, you can go back inside, marry, kiss or whatever,” he dismisses you.

“Dad, I love you.” You say before the chance slips away. Tony smiles at you lovingly. 

“And I love you.” He says. “Can I ask for a memory eraser for my birthday? Or Christmas?”

You laugh then, shaking your head. “I'm gonna try and get you a few of those.” You suggest and Tony nods, walking away. 

“Mission briefing's in two hours, so...” he starts to say, “use protection!”

You blush and drop your head in your hands. That was the one thing you thought he wouldn't say, of all cliché things, this one thing. Damn.

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