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peach-fiz · 5 months
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The same kind of music
Haunts her bedroom
I'm almost me again,
She's almost you
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mylevisdontfitanymore · 4 months
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I once read a fic where the Xmen danger room malfunctioned and stated some of the thinner members were 'malnourished' and 'unable to fight' so it had to feed them to an 'acceptable level' which just meant stuffing them until they were heavy enough not to trip that function anymore. I wonder if avengers tower has an AI like that, or if Bucky and Steve move into a Stark-indistries owned and paid-for apartment building with an AI to take care of their every need in their retirement and it unexpectedly breaks one day. i dunno, just spit-balling, love what you do!
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Oooooh 👀
Maybe a version of the Avengers tower where J.A.R.V.I.S. or F.R.I.D.A.Y. is an actual bodied assistant rather than just a voice/program? Or perhaps there's a version of F.R.I.D.A.Y. like, I dunno, AFTERNOON, 5PM, or some other punny name for a version of the AI that's a bodied helper and then... exactly 😏
The fighters aren't heavy enough, so the helper stuffs them and stuffs them and stuffs them until they're round orbs, bursting out of their skin-tight suits - ripping Kevlar open, popping seams, breaking zippers - and groaning and moaning, fully lax, lying under the weight of their guts, totally unable to get themselves even an inch off the ground.
They're trapped. Entirely at the mercy of this "helper" that still isn't satisfied despite the pleas of, "no, no, I don't have any room! I don't, urrp, h-have, mmmph!"
"Too full!"
"'M gonna fuckin' explode!"
"Oh my god, I've never been so full!"
"Stop! Please stop, I don't have any room left!"
With all the Avengers, their guts would run the gamut. For example, can you imagine poor Natasha compared to the bigger heavier heroes that she's around that the AI is weighing her against? Like, Steve and Thor?
Nat's the shortest and lightest, and so she would absolutely end up with the largest, heaviest gut to get her up to "fighting weight." Yet, Thor would probably be mostly unaffected, thumping his fist against his gut, and happily thundering, "a feast!" This is normal on Asgard anyway. Meanwhile, Natasha burps and gasps and rubs her gut so, so urgently. She really is about to pop. She looks heavily, heavily pregnant. She's sweating like mad, stretch marks already forming over her creamy skin, "uhh, uuuhg," she groans, curling around her huge belly, "easy f-for you to say."
In the corner, off to the side, Steve and Bucky are absolutely enjoying it a little too much... they've never dared to indulge so much, not even after being reborn into the excess of the 21st century after the deprivation of the Depression in the 30s. They're panting, holding their guts, lying on their bloated sides next to each other. And they are unable to not react to each other. The overfull flush on their skin... the groaning, pained (yet almost pleasured) sounds... the way they're sweating with exhersion. Yeah. It's pretty damn sexy 😮‍💨😮‍💨
Tony catches them touching each other and moaning in less than a pained way and swears, complaining - whining - about being scarred by knowing too much about these damn grandpa's and all their fucking kinks.
Sam is grumpy but also strangely fine with this, despite not getting off as easy as Thor. He says this reminds him of holidays back in Louisiana with all his family constantly shoving food at him until he passes out in full food coma.
Clint was absolutely the first to fall over, too heavy and clumsy. 😂
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thors-soft-cheeks · 2 years
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Healing ❤️‍🩹
I had this idea for a while like ‘what happens between the events of Endgame and Love and Thunder’ and I wanted something intimate and soft instead of a cheesy work out montage. Healing from depression can look different for everyone, and I feel this may be something that fits in Thor’s story instead of ‘magically’ being super toned and trim after a weight loss.
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kohada-sushi · 2 years
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Tags: Loki & Thor, Thor Feels (Marvel), Post-Endgame
Summary:
Jane gently touched his hand, speaking soflty, "Sif, Val, your people... we all love you. I..I love you."
Thor gave a wry chuckle barely above a whisper, his voice breaking.
"You could never love me much as him." 
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luckwearerbilbo · 2 years
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chubby-avengers · 2 months
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Thor if he never lost weight. Im still mad that thor just lost the weight that quick smh 😭😭
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holylulusworld · 2 months
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Tummy Bunny
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Summary: You love his big tummy.
Pairing: Chubby!Thor Odinson x GN!Reader
Warnings: fluff, the reader is obsessed with his belly, a hint of low self-esteem (Thor)
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He’s tall. He’s thick. He’s got a big tummy. Thor Odinson is simply perfection to you.
If only he’d see himself the way you see him.
Most of the time he comes to you, he needs food and a place to stay for a while.
“Can I have a slice of pie and coffee,” he shyly looks your way. “Please.”
“All for my favorite customer,” you wink at him and point at the best spot at your little café. “I hope you’re hungry. Not many customers came today.”
“A shame,” he says more to himself than you. Thor looks around the empty café, remembering the days gone. Not three years ago this place was filled with people and their chatter. Now it’s deserted, like most places in this world. “Why do you still open it every day?”
“Some of my customers still come around,” you give him a sad smile. “It’s their routine to not lose their mind. I guess they are lonely.”
“Hmm…” He nods thoughtfully. “All my fault.” Thor sighs deeply and drops his eyes to his big belly. “I could’ve killed him. I should’ve aimed for the head.”
“What? No.” You wrinkle your forehead. “It is what it is, Thor. I think things happen for a reason. Maybe we finally value the lives we are given more.”
“I value your life, and the light you hold,” Thor looks at you, and his eyes begin to sparkle. “It’s a light I haven’t seen in years.”
“You are too nice,” you place a plate filled with his favorite pie onto the table. “I can see the light in you too, Thor. And strength, and honesty. I admire you and your…” You trail off as your eyes drop to his belly. You lick your lips, wondering how’d feels to be in his arms and snuggle into his belly.
“I know that I gained a lot of weight,” he sniffs and looks at the pie. “I shouldn’t eat more pie, right?”
“I like it…I mean…” clearing your throat you try to take your eyes off his belly. “I-I like your belly. It’s soft and big and…”
“Oh…OH!” His eyes sparkled again. “You like my belly?” Thor cocks his head. His eyes roam your body, and he licks his lips. “Really?”
“Hmm…” you shy away from Thor. The intensity in his gaze has you trembling. “I like your belly.”
“Do you want to touch it?” He rises from his seat, faster than expected from a tall and chubby man like Thor. “Come here, my sweet tummy bunny.”
You press your lips together and whimper. “Thor.”
“It’s all yours to touch if you want to,” Thor says, holding out his hand. He pats his belly with his other hand. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He hastily says, seeing the hesitation in your eyes.
“No, it’s…uh…I’m a tummy bunny,” you bite your lower lip. “I like it when a man has a belly and is a big bear. You’re more to cuddle and all.”
 “A cute little bunny all for myself,” Thor’s features darken for a moment, and his eyes sparkle again. “Tell me, bunny. Do you want to hop onto my belly?”
You wring your hands, hesitating for a moment.
“Y/N?”
“Yes…”
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xoxovivafics · 8 months
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Struck By Lightning
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Pairing: chubby! Thor x black reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 6,423 words
Plot: After moving to a new village to open an antique shop, you befriend Thor, the local woodworker. But you aren’t sure what to do about your growing feelings…
Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic is filled with sex, including rough sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, rough kissing and dirty talk. Brief mention of family death and illness.
Notes: This was meant to be short, lol. I finally wrote a chubby Thor AU! I’ve listened to way too much 80s metal to get in the right headspace for this story. Thor is a comic accurate 6’6.
Tagging: @megamindsecretlair
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What had drawn you to this sleepy seaside village, besides the stunning views, was its quaint shops and thriving community. It was the perfect place to open your antique shop, finally moving from an online business to bricks and mortar. Against all odds, your cosy, quirky shop was a success.
You travelled around the country finding pieces from people trying to clear out Granny’s cottage for a quick house flip. Sometimes, the pieces were in amazing condition, needing only a quick clean and wax before they were put out on the shop floor. But sometimes they needed more help than you could give.
Luckily for you, your town had another hidden bonus. Thor Odinson, the hot woodworker and furniture restorer who worked across the road. 
It was hard not to notice him. He looked like a viking, tall and massively strong. His long hair was sun-kissed blond, his dark beard thick and well-trimmed. He was burly, with muscular, tattooed arms and a large, soft stomach that you wanted to lay your head on. 
He was just so damned masculine. He wore it with ease, lifting large, heavy furniture like they were toys and using tools like they were made for his hands only. Watching him wield a hammer shouldn’t have been as exhilarating as it was. 
You looked forward to bringing him new pieces, and he enjoyed how interested you were in the process. He sometimes came by your shop just to chat on his lunch break, his booming voice and jovial, easy laughter brightening an otherwise stressful day. 
He was more sensitive and thoughtful than he appeared, explaining the science behind some of the tools he created, and the new crafts he was learning to build his own little cottage. He was fascinating.
On one bright, summer day, you stopped by Thor’s shop with lunch in hand. You’d made  katsu curry the night before and it was too much for one person to get through. A quick glance revealed that he wasn’t in the shop. Instead, his younger sibling Loki was at the counter, their expression bored as they flipped through a magazine.
Thor had mentioned that they would be around over the summer, helping Thor to look after their ailing father. He’d spoken with pride about his sibling, the cutting-edge playwright. He also told you that their relationship had always been tumultuous, especially after their mother died. You were happy that they were talking again.
“Hiya, Loki, right?” You told them your name. “Thor’s told me so much about you. I own the shop across the road, I have lunch and a new project for Thor if he’s around?”
Loki gave you an intense, unnerving look before giving you a small smile. “How charming. My brother is in his offsite workshop today, I believe that he is creating a staircase. I’m sure that he would enjoy a diversion. Do you know where it is?”
Loki sounded so much posher than their brother, though they both shared the same slightly old-fashioned way of speaking. They looked so different, it was like night and day. You nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been before.” 
“Splendid.”
You looked in your bag. “Would you like a pastry, I have danishes.”
Loki’s smile was more genuine this time, making them appear younger, sweeter. “Thank you, but my boyfriend is bringing me lunch soon.”
You smiled and waved as you walked out the door. “See you around, enjoy your break.”
Thor’s workshop was only a few streets away, in one of the old Victorian warehouses. Most had been turned into hip cafes, shops or breweries. You texted him to tell him you were coming, but didn’t get a response. Not surprising, he never checked his messages.
You walked in, admiring his new work. He usually fixed his larger pieces here. You gently ran your hand over an elegant walnut chair, marvelling at its smooth, clean lines. You had a feeling that this was destined for his new cottage. One wall was covered in tools, some crafted by Thor himself. He never accepted the compliment, but he was an artist.
“Hey, Thor? I bought you lunch, hope you’re hungry!” Your voice echoed in the large space. You placed the bag on an empty table. When he didn’t answer, you walked to his office, a small room tucked away in the back. 
You remembered that he’d told you once that he listened to metal when drafting new pieces. He said it invigorated him. It also made it impossible for him to hear anything.
You knocked softly on his door. You could hear tinny music coming from inside. You turned the knob, opening the door slowly, just a crack.
Thor sat hunched at his desk, facing away from you. For a moment, you thought he was working. Until you heard it. The occasional soft, panting grunt. The obscene sound of his fist moving over his dick in firm strokes. You froze.
You couldn’t see anything, only hear the quiet, forceful sound of him chasing his pleasure. You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be listening to something so intimate. You should leave immediately.
But you remained, transfixed. Thor’s chair swivelled with his movements, turning to the side. With a whispered curse you ducked behind the door. You peered around, curiosity winning over decency.
Thor's arm rested on the swell of his stomach. You couldn’t help but admire the bulge of his arm, covered in vibrant tattoos, tanned by working in the hot July sun. But that admiration quickly shifted. His large, calloused hand was wrapped around the base of his thick, veiny shaft. It was even better looking than you had imagined. 
“Fuck,” he said in a soft growl, and you couldn’t help but echo that statement, your pussy clenching at the deepness of his voice as he stroked his dick.
His messy blond hair fell into his face as he leaned forward. You wished at that moment that you could be between his large thighs. You’re going straight to Hell , you thought. No waiting in the queue, just straight to the infernal gates .
He murmured something that made your heart skip a beat. He said your name with a desperate yearning that made you feel as though the ground had suddenly become unsteady. 
He’s thinking of me? 
You moved away from the door as Thor’s hand gripped the arm of his chair, his strokes becoming faster. You felt guilty, you’d already seen more than you should. But part of you felt even guiltier that you wanted to see more, that it had turned you on.
You hurried out of the warehouse, quickly sending another message that you dropped off lunch. 
You didn’t return to your shop, instead quickly walking back home. The sound of Thor’s grunts still filled your ears, the vision of his legs spread and fingers curved around his dick pushing out all other thoughts. You needed release or you were going to be useless all day.
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The next day passed as normal, as though your world hadn’t unexpectedly tilted on its axis. You were flattered that he fantasised about you, but it left you at a loss on what to do next. Your practical side worried about how this might affect your business. Thor was the best restorer you’d met in a while. 
The bell over the door broke your reverie. You looked up and were greeted by Thor’s cheerful grin. Don’t look suspicious! 
You smiled back with an awkward, small wave. His hair was loose again, and he wore a muscle tee under a plaid shirt and heavy work jeans. He strolled to the counter, his heavy boots creaking on the old floor with every step. Cornflower blue eyes looked at you good-naturedly as he leaned against wood and glass.
“Thank you for the lunch yesterday, it was just what I needed. I hope that you weren’t waiting long.” He placed down cleaned tupperware.
“Uh, no! Not at all. Loki told me where you were, and I wanted to ask you about a new possible project, but, erm. You weren’t around. Or I couldn't find you, at least!” You gave a small, nervous chuckle. Damn it. 
Thor gazed at you with the same intense stare as his sibling, as though he was able to see into your mind. But the moment passed just as quickly. He smiled fondly at you. 
“So, what do you have for me this time, vennen ?”
You moved around the counter. “You’ll love it. Georgian writing table, mahogany. It’s gorgeous, but the drawers are falling apart and it’s missing some detailing. The wood’s also been damaged and stained in places.”
You led him to the back room, where your new stock was waiting to be cleaned and priced. Thor whistled when you showed him the piece.
“It’s beautiful.” He walked around the desk, inspecting it carefully. You knew he was making a list of everything that needed repair, debating the best way to fix the larger issues. He rubbed his beard in thought. “I need this for my cottage. Let me pay you for it.”
You scratched the back of your neck. “Yeah, of course. Gimme £500 for it.”
Thor protested, his face serious. “ Vennen , no, that’s much too cheap. This must be worth at least two grand.”
“Yeah, but if I deduct the cost of your labour and mate’s rates- it’s fine, Odinson. I barely paid anything for it.” You were as surprised as he was by the words coming out of your mouth. Why did you want to practically give away this antique?
Because he wanted it, and you wanted him to have whatever made his face fill with such happiness. 
He took your hand, shaking his head. His touch sent a surge of want through you, making your cunt ache. “No, I will pay you properly. I insist. I will not take advantage of our friendship.”
You nodded, not trusting your words. “Okay.”
He looked down at your hand, as if suddenly realising what he had done. He gently stroked your palm with his thumb, a small lightning bolt tattooed beneath his knuckle. The large silver rings on his fingers pressed against your skin. His hand dwarfed yours, and yet his touch was delicate. 
He moved away, quickly jamming his hands in his back pockets. He looked around the room for a moment. “Er, I can pick this up after work, I’ll need to collect my van.” He scratched his cheek. “I should go, Loki becomes murderous without a proper lunch.”
Your smile was strained. “Yeah, sure, of course. See you later.”
He hesitated for a moment, before thinking better of it. “See you soon.”
You walked him out of the stockroom, waving goodbye before helping a customer. But you couldn’t help but watch him as he strolled across the street.
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You were humming along to the radio as you straightened up the shop and emptied the till. You’d worried so much about whether you’d be able to make this shop work. But business was steady, and your neighbours were welcoming. And sexy , you thought. With a dick that would look perfect in my mouth- 
A rap on the door interrupted your increasingly filthy thoughts. You smoothed down your skirt before hurrying to the front of the shop. Thor waited patiently for you to unlock the door, gazing at the still sunny sky. You chatted amiably as you moved through the shop, though he seemed quieter than usual.
You pulled open the back door, letting in the evening sunlight. “Do you need help carrying it?” 
He chuckled softly. “You always ask, and I always give you the same answer.”
You shrugged as you moved out of his way. “What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.”
You both lapsed into silence as he moved the desk, the muscles in his arms bulging as he carried it to his van. 
Thor closed the van doors with a heavy thunk. He turned back to you, his eyes piercing. “I’ll be working in my warehouse next week, if you want to stop by for lunch again. I usually take a short break in my office around two. I keep the door unlocked, though I suppose you know that now. I-” He paused. “I would not mind if you visited.”
Your face felt hot with embarrassment and  nausea-inducing shame. He knew. He knew you saw him, that you were a Peeping Tom. Fuck . 
You bit your lip as you looked down, afraid to face the judgement in his face. It took a second for his words to register properly. He knew and he was inviting you back? 
You looked at him, your eyes wide. He gave you a brusque nod, his eyes dark with uncertainty. “Good night, I will send you an invoice next week so that you can tell me the final price.”
He turned to leave and you hesitated, embarrassment and desire warring within you. “Thor, wait,” you said softly. He turned around, crossing his arms. I’m so sorry, it was an accident, that isn’t me- 
“I’m travelling next week, but I’m around on Monday. I can stop by in the afternoon. For, erm, lunch.” 
Thor’s hopeful smile wiped away your bad feelings and unspoken apology. “Until then, vennen min . Have a nice weekend.”
Your smile was equally hopeful. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”
“Perhaps I might over lunch.” His tone was playful. Cheeky bastard .
“Night, Thor. See you soon.” You closed the door after waving goodbye, letting out a small exhilarated squeal. The rapid change of emotion left your heart racing and your blood thundering in your ears. You leaned on the door until you felt steady again.
If he wasn’t embarrassed, then you’d try not to be, either. Especially since he’d invited you back under the pretence of lunch.
Monday couldn’t come fast enough.
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When Monday arrived, the hours zoomed by. You wore a cherry patterned sundress and a light cardigan, enough to make you presentable at work but still desirable to your restorer. 
At two you closed for lunch and walked to the warehouse. When you passed by Thor’s shop, Loki greeted you with a wave and a smirk. You waved back but hurried on. You knocked on the warehouse door, looking at the people sitting outside at the cafe next door.
Thor opened the door, covered in sweat and dust. He wore an apron covered in wood stain and paint. His eyes brightened as he took you in. “Come in, apologies for the mess.”
“It’s alright, no worries.” You couldn’t help but smile at how handsome he looked, even though he was messy. He wore thin, black glasses and his braided hair fell over his broad shoulder.
He locked the door behind you. “Give me a few minutes to clean up, I’ll be back.” He gestured to a midcentury sofa in a corner. “It’s safe to sit on, I promise. Make yourself comfortable.”
He seemed almost flustered. It was cute. You flipped through a magazine as you waited, looking at photos of lovely countryside homes. You tried to ignore the nervousness that began to creep in uninvited.
Hard rock played softly on the radio, interrupted by the patter of the dj and a few adverts. Thor emerged after ten minutes, his hair damp. He wore a knit shirt over a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He sat down next to you, resting his arm on the back of the sofa.
“I’m sorry about last week. I didn’t mean to spy on you during an intimate moment. Though you should really lock your doors!” You couldn’t help yourself. “What if I were a- a burglar! Or a murderer?”
He chuckled as he moved closer to you. “I think I could handle myself if you were trying to murder me, or steal from me.”
“Not if I caught you unawares,” you replied. “I could steal one of your hammers.”
That made him laugh outright, the booming sound echoing in the large space. “No one could lift my hammers, they’re too heavy.”
“Whatever. So is the lunchtime self-pleasure session a normal thing?” You watched his face for some hidden clue. Maybe he was secretly a pervert.
“No! No.” He sighed. “There are five of us in a small house- Father, his carer, me, and now Loki and their boyfriend for the summer. There’s no privacy. So if I need release, this is the only place where I have any solitude.”
You exhaled. You knew that his dad was very ill, but didn’t think how complicated that would make things. “God, of course. I’m sorry.”
He looked at you, his sad smile fleeting. “Please, there’s no need for apologies. It’s only temporary. My cottage will be finished by autumn and my old man is being cared for.”
You looked down at the magazine in your hand, rolling it up. You gave Thor’s thigh a soft whack, a mischievous smile teasing your lips. “So.  When did I become part of your ‘release’?”
The question surprised him, making him wince. “Fuck. You heard that?”
“Yeah. That day was a big surprise.”
He leaned back on the sofa, turning his head towards you. “I’m attracted to you, it would be hard not to be. You’re wonderful.”
“Oh, Thor. Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“We work together, vennen. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I know that I’m not to everyone’s taste.”
You groaned in exasperation. “We’re both idiots.” You moved closer, until you were sitting beside him. You smoothed down your dress. “Seeing you touch that thick cock of yours turned me on so much that I couldn’t go straight back to work. I had to go home because I was dripping wet at the thought of you fucking me.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, helpless. You could see the stirrings of his erection.
“You’re handsome, kind and wonderfully inventive. I always look forward to seeing you and chatting. It makes my day, if I’m honest. I really like you, Thor. But feelings can wait. I need you to fuck me, please don’t make me beg.”
He put an arm around you and brought you tight against him. It was heavenly how strong he was. His smile was radiant as he brought his lips closer to yours. He hesitated, trying to memorise this second of endless possibility.
“Please don’t tease me,” you whispered.
He kissed you and it wasn’t gentle. He pushed you onto the sofa, never reliquenshing his embrace. He ground against you as he pressed filthy kisses against your lips. He was desperate to taste you, his tongue meeting yours to claim you. You whimpered when he bit your bottom lip, teeth raking against soft skin before he kissed you again with a sweetness that made you ache. 
He felt like both the shelter and the storm, unceasing in how much he wanted you. You met every touch, rising to every kiss, bite and his fiendish, knowing tongue, which travelled down your throat, towards your breasts. He unbuttoned your dress, impatient to taste more of you.
You shrugged off your dress and cardigan, revealing your surprise. Underneath your demure outfit was your best attempt at heavy metal fantasy. You wore a black latex bra and thong that shone under the warehouse lights. The plunging bra had harness straps that curved over the top of your breasts, a small buckle between the cups. The thong was small and begging to be pulled off, with more harness straps around your waist. 
Thor’s mind went blank. He rubbed his beard as he took you in, muttering something in a language you didn’t understand. His voice was deeper, the words oddly melodic.
You sat up, feeling unsure. Maybe this was a silly idea. “Do you like it?”
“You’re perfect,” he said, his wonderment causing an unexpected warmth. He was so honest that you knew he meant it. 
He kissed your body with fervour, moving lingerie aside to kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. His eyes seared into you as he watched your stuttered gasps and soft pants, sated only by your pleasure. 
He held your thighs up with ease as he pulled your thong off with his teeth. He ate your cunt like a man famished, not bothering with a gentle lead up. He wanted you and he would have you. His beard created a delicious friction against your skin as his tongue lapped up your soaked pussy.
Your fingers clutched the sofa cushions, your panting turning into wanton moans. His thick, ringed fingers entered you as his talented mouth travelled to your clit, lavishing it with needed attention. 
The warehouse filled with the sound of your pussy being filled and your desperate, whining pleas. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Thor, please don’t stop, oh! Feels so good! ‘M so close, need more baby, please! 
He grunted at the breathy breaks in your voice, his dick straining against his trousers. His curved fingers dragged against your walls as he pumped in and out of you. A wail wafted from the radio, the singer’s lewd moans matching your own. He put your legs down so that he could kiss you as he fucked you, his touch possessive and his beard soaking wet.
You came with a shaky cry on his lips, which he gratefully accepted. He removed his fingers, drenched in your slick. He stuffed them in your mouth, your tongue sliding over the cool metal of his rings before you tasted yourself on his rough fingers. It turned you on to see how he watched you, his expression enrapt as your tongue caught every drop.
You shut your eyes as you lustily sucked his fingers, his low moan making your pussy spasm. He removed his hand and leaned over you.
“I need to fuck you, now.” His earnest face was serious.
“Then fuck me.”
He picked you up and carried you to one of his empty worktops. He sat you down on top, giving you one more sweet kiss, his hands clutching your hips. “In a moment, I’m going to turn you around, and I’m going to fuck you from behind. I’ve dreamed of how pretty your arse would look while I fill up your cunt. Is that alright?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Speak to me, kjær .” His tone was gentle.
“Please Thor, fill me up. I need you inside me.” 
You whimpered when he spread your legs wide, pressing two fingers inside you once more. He stroked you slowly before adding a third, watching how pretty your pussy looked as his fingers disappeared inside. Your dark skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and your thighs trembled. 
You gasped in surprise when he playfully bit your nipple, his tongue immediately there to soothe and push you closer to the edge. He spoke softly in your ear as his strokes became rougher and your sobs more frequent.
“ Vennen has many meanings. Most straightforwardly, it means friend, which I consider you. Our friendship means a great deal to me.” His fingers found your spot, and you moaned and held on to him as he focused his attention on making you pant like an animal in heat.
He continued as he hit your spot again and again. “But vennen also means darling or sweetheart. Vennen min is my darling. I’ve longed to make you mine, to taste you, to kiss you.” His voice was husky.  “If we grow closer, it will mean my love. I hope that it will mean that one day. Kjær means dear, which you are to me. Would you like to learn more?”
“ Please .”
“ Godjenta . That means good girl, which you are being right now. Will you keep being a good girl for me?” He smiled happily as your cunt clenched around his fingers.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes!”
Thor picked you up and flipped you around, pressing you against the table. He kissed your back as he unzipped his jeans. He pulled himself free and stroked his dick at the sight of you, bent over and begging so sweetly for him. 
You held your breath as he gripped your hip, knowing what was coming. However, knowledge didn’t stop you from crying out as he entered you slowly. You could barely take him, even as your slick eased his path. 
Thor gasped in pleasure, his eyes dazed as your pussy took him in. You were made for him. You moved away involuntarily, feeling stuffed to the brim. He pulled you back towards him, keeping you still.
“Darling, be good for me,” he murmured. He grunted as he angled you to his liking, eschewing slowness for desperate need. He bottomed out, his low, delighted fuck settling deep in your core as his balls rubbed against your ass.
Each thrust made you cry out, your thighs jiggling as he pulled out completely, entering you again and again as though trying to recreate that first moment of transcendent bliss.
Thor leaned over you as he fucked you, his stomach reassuringly solid against your back. He held you close to him, threading his fingers through yours as his strokes became more punishing. He smelled earthy and comforting, his sweat mingling with yours.
He overwhelmed you with sweet words as his thick cock stretched you to your limits, dragging against your walls until your eyes rolled back and you made guttural sounds that rose deep from your gut. And still he praised you as he rubbed your clit, until you came on his cock, seeing stars. But he wasn’t satisfied, he couldn’t be. He’d dreamed of this and didn’t want it to end.
Pleasure and pain wrapped together until you felt like you were caught adrift in a storm, with only Thor to guide you back. He turned you back around so that he could kiss you and see how beautiful you looked with his dick inside you, how pretty you looked as your glistening body shook and your back arched with the strength of another orgasm.
“So beautiful, kjær , you can come again for me, I know you can.” Thor stroked your hair tenderly and wiped the tears from your eyes. 
He held your thighs aloft, almost folding you in half as he fucked you roughly, the sound of his dick claiming your pussy drowning out the radio. He looked almost imperial standing above you, the intensity of his desire to have you making you quake. And still that damnable softness in his gaze remained even as he conquered you. 
With each deep thrust as he showed you that your cunt, which so snugly enveloped him and welcomed him back in, was his and only his. There was no need to say it, you both knew. He fucked you like his life depended on you shattering beneath him, and so you did. As many times as he demanded, until you thought that you would lose yourself completely.
Thor held you, kissing you softly. His movements slowed, so that you could feel every slow, aching stroke. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you, forcing him deeper.
“ Godjenta min ,” he said softly, his voice rumbling like thunder across your skin. “My perfect girl. I’m close, can I come inside you? I want to see you dripping with me under that pretty dress.”
You threw your head back with a moan. He was so fucking sincere, he made dirty talk sound like the natural order of things. You almost found yourself nodding, of course you wanted to go back to work filled with his come, your thong a weak barrier for his load. Fuck, the thought of working all afternoon while his seed leaked from your spent pussy made you come again. This was getting ridiculous. Was Thor secretly a sex god?
“No.” You giggled at his heartbroken expression. “I’ve dreamt of tasting you. Do you want me to be your good girl and suck your dick?”
Thor looked as though Christmas had come early, not quite believing his luck. “I would like that very much.”
You laughed as you kissed him again, enjoying the softness of his beard and the hungry eagerness of his lips. You put your legs down, sitting up on your elbows. “Go sit on the sofa, baby.”
When he pulled out, you missed him immediately. You ached in the best possible way, you wondered if you’d feel him for days to come. You pulled him down for one more kiss, the fabric of his t-shirt bunching in your hand. He was immensely kissable.
He sat down, spreading his legs wide. He stroked his cock as he watched you, his expression rapt. For weeks afterwards you’d think about this image as you reached between your thighs, of him waiting for you, wanting you, all of you. 
You stood up on wobbly legs, making your way towards him. He’d placed a cushion between his feet to protect you from the hard concrete. You knelt in front of him, looking into his eyes. It felt like worship, but you weren’t sure which one of you was doing the worshipping.
His dick sat thick and heavy in his large hand, his fingers deftly travelling his length. You bit your lip in anticipation. 
Adoringly you kissed his tip before taking him into your mouth. You thrilled at his shuddered gasp as you took him deeper. You looked up at him, but his eyes were shut in bliss. You pulled away from him, needing to tease him just a little. 
His disappointed groan was cut short as you licked and fondled his balls, earning you an appreciative moan. You licked a path up the underside of his cock, revelling in the feel of him on your tongue, the taste of sweat and him . Your fingers dipped between your folds as you swallowed him again, going further still. 
He made you feel greedy as you bobbed on his dick, almost drooling at the size as you took it down your throat. You couldn’t help but gag as you tried to accommodate his girth. Thor grunted as your throat constricted around him. He placed a shaking hand on your face, caressing your cheek.
“So good,” he growled out. “Look at me, kjær .” He moaned at your wrecked expression, your watery eyes hazy with lust, your mouth still trying to take him fully. He could hear the wonderful obscenity of you desperately fingering your soaked cunt, turned on all over again. 
“Do you need help, darling?” he asked. “Do you want more of me?” He chuckled as you nodded.
Thor carefully held your head, fucking your mouth with careful thrusts. He sighed at your muffled grunts as he made you take every inch. You had to remember to breathe, to not choke on his length. But it all became too much for him as he looked down at you, at your trusting face and beautiful body. 
He held you still as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts, moaning triumphantly. He released your head, his cock still dripping on your tongue as he pulled out. You rested between his thighs, happily exhausted.
He helped you up, bringing you into his lap. He kissed you passionately, enjoying the taste of himself on your tongue. He couldn’t help but touch you once more, just to make you happy. It was all he wanted. Those ringed fingers brought you quickly to the edge as you grinded against him, your forehead resting against his, your soft pants ghosting across his lips.
“Fuck, darling, you feel so good, you’re so good, so good,” you whined, your voice raspy.
“You marvellous, beautiful girl. I want to fuck you all day. But I demand that you come on my fingers. Now.”  
His commanding voice shocked you. Or rather, it shook you to your core, raging through every synapse and vein. You came with a ragged sob, sagging against him. Thor quickly removed his hand, wrapping his arms around you. He nuzzled your cheek, holding you until your breathing steadied and your body stilled.
You both looked at each other and laughed at the afternoon’s turn of events. You stretched your arms over your head, causing Thor to admonish you.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to have you again.”
You scoffed as you tried to rise, but Thor gathered you back into his embrace. You tried not to smile at his antics. “You’re insatiable, Odinson.”
“Yes, you’ve brought this out of me. I truly could fuck you all day. You looked so pretty sucking my cock, I want to see how lovely you look with my come painting your breasts.” He continued, hearing your sharp inhale. He grabbed your hips, thrusting slowly against you with a sly grin. “Or perhaps I should show you how well I can take care of your delicious cunt. I could feast on you for hours.”
“Fucking hell, Thor! You’re an absolute menace.” This wouldn’t do, you were both getting aroused again.
His grin softened. “But what I would like most of all is take you to lunch by the beach, and hold your hand while we talk. I have longed to do that with you, vennen . And perhaps we could arrange a date night once you return from your travels.”
“I’d like that. Maybe you could come to my place for dinner, stay the night. I- I’ve often thought about how it would feel to wake up in your arms.” An embarrassed heat wended its way through you.
He looked at you so tenderly that it felt indecent. “That would make me incredibly happy.” 
Grudgingly you climbed off Thor, who looked as unhappy about it as you were. You gathered up your clothes as he led you to the small bathroom. You had to stop him from following you in, or else you’d never leave.
Once you’d both cleaned up and got dressed, it was almost like you had imagined it. But your cunt was still sore and aching at the thought of him. His lustful hands had left the telltale tenderness of invisible bruising. And you both had been honest with each other. It was real. He wanted you, and you craved him.
“Thor?” you said, hopping inelegantly as you put your shoes back on.
He opened the door, letting the world rush back in. Seagulls cried over the sounds of the cafe. “Yes?”
“I think your music might be growing on me. I’ll associate it with some sweet memories from now on.” You couldn’t help but grin. 
“I’ll make sure that you have even more nice memories, my dear. I’ll have to make a playlist for you, I already know the perfect songs to start your journey! You’ll soon be attending concerts with me.” He looked so pleased, it was adorable.
“We’ll see, I make no promises.” You looped your arm through his and leaned against him, delighting in the small act of possessiveness. 
Thor looked down at you. It had been such a long time since he had been with anyone. The days of one night stands and wild sex were far behind him. Work was his only companion, and he had made peace with it, or at least convinced himself that he had. 
But then you came into his life, clever, funny and so damned easy to talk to. You gave him hope that maybe there was still time for something more. Something real and wonderful.
“Thor, darling?” You tapped his arm. He seemed a million miles away. “Where should we go for lunch?”
He came back to you. He told you about a restaurant near the pier run by his friends Volstagg and Fandral, Vahalla. “It has one of the best lunch menus in the village. I’m partial to the lobster brioche. And the steak and ale pie.”
You looked at your phone. Fuck. It was much later than you thought. You hadn’t really expected to go as far as you did. Hoped, but not expected. Damn Thor and his talented, well, everything.
“Right, let’s close our shops early and have a long lunch. And maybe a beer or two. Then we could see where the night takes us. If you’re not busy.”
Thor adjusted his glasses as he locked the door behind him. “Eager for more already, eh?”
You could see that he was just as eager. “You did say that you could go all day. I just want to see how honest you are, Odinson.”
Thor roared with laughter. He took your hand in his as you walked back towards your shops. “I’ve been told that I’m honest to a fault, Godjenta .”
Your pussy clenched immediately. “Oh, c’mon, that’s not fair.”
He was unrepentant. “I never said that I was fair.” He kissed the top of your head. “Besides, just wait until tonight, you’ll see how unfair I can really be.”
You shook your head, though excitement surged through you. You spoke quietly so that only he could hear. “I can play just as dirty, darling. Just wait until you see the other outfits I bought, each more scandalous than the last. Some barely cover anything at all. We’ll see who’s on their knees first.”
You gave him a quick kiss. You could see Thor’s brain turn fuzzy. 
“See you back here in a few,” you said brightly. You waved at Loki, who was leaning against the counter and laughing at their brother’s obvious shock. 
Thor watched you walk into your shop, all too aware of what you wore underneath. He scratched his beard, a stunned smile on his face. He went into his shop and told Loki to go home early, refusing to look at the Chesire cat smile he knew was there.
You whistled the tune to Paradise City as you closed up shop, not knowing the words or the band. It really was growing on you. 
Thor was already waiting for you when you came back out. Seeing him felt like the first time. It always did. He stood proudly, his hair as bright as sunlight, his arms calling you back. His face transformed when he saw you, as though there was no one else, as though he was blessed by your presence.
Your happy smile mirrored his own. Oh hell. It was too late, wasn’t it? You were definitely going to fall in love with this man. But that was still in the future. For now, you looked forward to a nice lunch with wonderful company.
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DAY THIRTY-ONE: Dumbification w/ Thor Odinson
a/n: The last day of kinktober :[ I just want to start off by saying how much of an adventure this has been, constantly challenging myself to write about characters and kinks I never have before, and constantly being consistent with uploading. This challenge definitely kept my brain and myself on my toes, and even though I can say that I've thought about giving up this challenge when I went through some rough patches, I'm proud that I was able to keep pushing forward. I also want to thank you all for your support on this, it really did mean a lot as I watched myself and my fanbase grow. It really has been an honor and I hope I can continue to grow a platform for people to enjoy!
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Thor was big, so very big in almost every aspect; from his muscle mass to his strength and now, to his cock. He never failed to scramble your brain and your insides, coherent sentences being left to the wind as he pounded you into the mattress. You weren't an asgardian woman, women like them were meant to take gods like Thor, but you? Oh, you were merely just a midgardian. What Thor saw in you during his visit to earth that possessed him to want to make you his queen was beyond your comprehension.
He said that you were built like a goddess, like you were made just for him.
“Th…” Your voice had failed you, your head falling back onto the pillows. The mating press position was definitely new, but once you told him that you were ready for kids, he was making sure that you were going to get pregnant. "No need to speak, my little dove," He boomed from above you, "Let your husband take care of you." All you could do is blabber a word of confirmation.
"So perfect. You were made to take my seed, my queen, my wife." You simply whined, continuing to claw at his back as his large cock split you open. You could feel him inside of you, all around you like a blanket. I mean, he was laying over you, so that definitely counted. You couldn't think, you just laid there bent up in the position that he had you in, taking everything that he gave you greedily.
“I've got you, dove.”
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𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬
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summary: if Asgardian mead can transcend two super soldiers into three sheets in the wind, then is there Asgardian herb to send a smoker like you to Vallah? pairing: Thor x black!enhanced!reader (established/married relationship) ao3 warnings: herbal smoking, smut (porn with plot), and filthy use of astral projecting. a/n: Guardians of the Galaxy cameo, Rocket being a furry menace. New Asgard cameo. Valkyrie cameo. Just a self-indulgent piece on my love for Thor, and weed. For @canumoveurseatup-no​ cause we’re Thor and weed loving whores. This was finished way long ago, like way before MoM came out, so the writing style isn’t up to my liking. It was just a self-indulgent fix it, I guess.
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“You’re really not going to share? Really?!”
Furry pointed ears flex agitatedly, tiny palms kneed into his eyes, claws dually scratching his furry face --- small paws stomp on the floor akin to a toddler, grieving as if the world is against him; on all floors as he bounces on the flooring, hunching over as he snarls in withdrawing agitation --- all for galactic weed.
A click of the tongue, “Look at him --- I told you it’s good.” Krog laughs as he packs handfuls of herb in the plastic bag, as the snarling scavenger twirls around his ankles. The rock-being stood frozen, in amusement to watch the tiny animal have a withdrawal, standing next to him is his Asgardian liege.
In his palm, marveling at the Asgardian herb that was glowing with golden streaks within the stems, luckily seeds were saved before the disaster of Asgard; now nurtured, and gardened in Norwegian soil.
“I am Groot.” The teenaged tree-being grunts, with his arms crossed against his chest. “He is a jerk!” Rocket shouts, his claws scratching the wooding; a high-pitched yelp emits from the unhinged raccoon.
“Oh hush --- you know he’s going to pack us some.” A green palm grabs Rocket by the vest, as he flails, his furry tail twirling; small teeth gnawing the air at the mere act of being man-handled.
A sweet low giggle, “You know he’s just teasing.” Gamora nestled Rocket between herself and Peter on the couch; Peter too engrossed in the newest gorey Mortal Kombat video game with Drax to even jab a joke or two.
Rocket nearly wails, head thrashing against the cushioning of the couch, “I need some now!” Never one to lose his composure, always snarky with his jokes, and remarks. Gamora shushes him once more, as she pats his head gently with her green fingertips.
Krog nudges Thor by the elbow, catching his attention. Handing Thor two massive bags of herbs, and blunts --- expertely. Years spent on Midgard, Krog took up a multitude of hobbies, and conveniently, one of them is rolling up.
“Two?! Look at those big bags!” Gamora shushes Rocket again, fingertips stroking the fur between his ears.
“Do not worry, you will get your fix.” Thor teases, jacket zipped, and ready to take his leave back to the States. Rocket grumbles, snout pouting, as Thor gives his goodbyes.
The brisk Norwegian air fans against his face, a nice reprieve on his skin. Stepping out of the bricked home, he basks in the scenery for a moment.
Catching his sight, perched against the wall of the house by her foot is Brunnhidle. Flickering on a light, igniting her joint, that clung between her lips. Thor hums, leaning on his hip, “How does it feel?”
She exhales a long puff of air, “Amazing. It’s been too long.” She gazes up at the sodden sky with blissful content. Cocking her head to her shoulder, her mirthful eyes catch his. Gesturing to him with the jut of her chin, “Taking some home to my wife?”
Thor playfully grumbles under his breath, “Yes,” he huffs. Brunnhilde breathes a chuckle, “Please, you will tell me how she’ll handle it.” It’s no secret Thor’s precious wife is a little pothead, and has been one of the loudest to hound for the special Asgardian herb.
The blunt that glows with streaks of gold within the twisted wrinkles of the paper is marveled between her fingers, blowing a gust of smoke, “You know she’s going to become a little crackhead for it.”
Thor belly laughs, “When is she not?”
---
Tiny snuffles breathe against your breast-bone --- soft plump cheeks, the slope of a button nose --- as heart-shaped baby lips suckle against the swelled tit; chubby fingers grip sweetly yet with youthful vigor the collar hem of your shirt, tugging it more under your breast.
The infant drinks his milk with joy, doe-eyes gleam at you with such wonder, and innocence, as your fingers fondle tenderly in his thick locks of hair.
Caressing his fuzzy dome, as he drank from you --- the fifth time today --- only five months old, yet already has an appetite that rivals his own father.
Cradling him in your arms, shoulder-blades leaning against the head-board --- supported by massive plush pillows --- pinching fingertips toys with his curls that springs back in shiny coils, his toes curling against the skin of your belly.
The nape of his small head is held by the crock of your elbow, dripples of milk seep from the corner of his mouth, wiping it by your finger, you coo at your son. “My baby boy, so hungry.” Chin to chest, as your lips featherly kiss against his temple; nuzzling the tip of your nose within his curls.
“Bjørn, ljúfi drengurinn minn. Líf mitt.” Bjørn, my boy. My life. The Icelandic language no longer fumbles from your tongue awkwardly --- like it did during the months of your pregnancy.
It was set in stone, a goal to learn the language that was closest to old Norse; an homage to your husband, and a catalyst for your son to grow up proud of his roots.
Bjørn Erik Odinson, born at 4:50 a.m, 8.8 pounds, skin as brown as shiny garnet, pudgy rolls adorning his arms, and legs, small toes that you love to munch on, just to hear his beautiful laugh.
Bjørn excitedly huffs, tit still in his mouth; snuggling him closer to your chest, you trace his pudgy cheek, the slope of his button nose.
You thank your God, and the Gods of all nine realms, for bestowing this fate. For your husband, for your baby, for your surrogate family --- it's everything you ever dreamt for.
A creak lingers near the doorway, your eyes dart upwards --- to catch Thor cheekily standing at the entrance; it’s comical how his bulky shoulders, and towering height just barely fit against the door-frame.
Also --- it’s eerie how a massive 200+ molded demigod that has the power over thunder can tread in silence --- when he wants to, usually he walks around in life as the embodiment of a golden retriever.
Out-stretching your open palm, fingers wiggling; Thor gets the hint, he walks happily towards you, a smile that stretches from ear to ear.
He belly-crawls upon the bed, on his arms, and knees; seeking out your warmth, as his arms circle around your midriff, kissing the small soles of Bjørn’s feet.
“I miss my little bear cub,” another kiss on his tippy toes, “And I’ve missed my queen.” His lips find the flesh of your tummy, an open-wet kiss; suckling the flesh. His lips trail your skin, to the pouch of your belly, a little remnant of your baby weight.
Bjørn’s small toes curl softly against Thor’s forehead, earning a chuckle from him. Thor nuzzles his nose against Bjørn’s under foot, the bridge of his nose wiggles under his small toes.
His milky fingers gently strokes the soft skin of his chubby leg, his blue gems staring adoringly at his son.
“So --- how’s my wife?” You breathe a snicker as Thor pinches the meat of your thigh playfully, earning a squeal from you.
“Brunnhilde is doing just wonderful.” Thor lazily smiles, laying his head back on your stomach. “New Asgard is thriving, and growing.” Thor nuzzles his face against your tummy, as Bjørn drinks from you.
There’s something weighing on your tongue, you’ve been waiting all day for this --- matter-of-fact, you’ve been waiting for months to finally experience the Asgardian high. You nudge your ankle at the arch of his back, Thor happily peers up at you.
“Did you get it?” Your eyes widen owlishly, with fervent yearning. Thor hums, the vibration tickles the slope to your navel, “My queen, you’re insatiable.”
His breath fans your skin, enticing you, you whine, “Thor.” Your ankles shuffle against his midriff, as he belly-laughs.
“Yes, yes.” He spoke through his chuckles, “I made sure to get it.” He kisses you once more.
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“Thanks again for agreeing to watch him.” You spoke, as you held your son against your chest.
Bjørn’s small fist fondles your golden chain, his little snorts under his breath, you kiss his head with a nibble. “Of course, I just love Bjørn.” Wanda’s hands wiggle, gesturing in ‘gimme gimme’ with the biggest stretched smile, split from ear to ear. Cradling your son in her arms, fawning over him in glee.
“The boys can’t wait to see him, they just love to show Bjørn their toys.”
It was only natural for Bjørn’s godmother to baby-sit him.
Ever since Wanda got her sons, and husband Vision back --- through a turbulent journey of the multiverse where hundreds of different realities branch off from the original where you reside, where you found your brother-in-law alive, by the guiding hand of time-travel, learning the existence of variants, the Watcher above time and space, by the help of Dr. Strange, and his malice other-half, bumping into different Peters --- all whilst pregnant --- to the birth of your son; it’s been a tough long year.
It’s so much more to tell, but recounting in memories pains your brain, and rather rest from it. It’s over and done with, and now everyone can start anew once again.
Bjørn’s little arms encircle the slope of Wanda’s neck, as she nuzzles her face against his cheek.
Bjørn held lovingly against her chest, worries of separation eases itself in your chest --- separation anxiety has been riddling you intensely, if your son wasn’t latched on your chest, you were a wreck.
And so was he.
But this is needed, alone time with the love of your life --- and finally, oh yes finally, able to inhale the sweet Asgardian weed. It was brought up in conversation years ago, when three of your closest friends were alive, and well --- the memory of their happy faces floods tears in your eyes, you miss them dearly.
Rolling up blunts, Tony, Clint and yourself being the weed experts --- Tony was hounding Steve to take just one inhale, practically begging him; nudging the blunt near him.
Thor watched on in amusement.
Unprovoked, boasting in his tone, goblet pinched between his fingers, “On my planet, our herbs are much stronger.” And without such a glance upon you all, he gulps a hefty swallow of his mead, not one spared look.
Tony, and Clint frozen stiff in their seats, eyes widening as fish-eyes, as you stared at Thor agaped, your blunt falls on your lap, mouth hanging open.
“Excuse me, point break?”
“The Aryan Jesus has the nerve to hold out on us!”
“More like Judas!”
Thor chuckles as he gups down the last of his mead, turning his head to glance at all of you, “It’s more used for ceremonies.” Everybody snickers except for Tony, Clint and yourself; more of a jest towards all three of you.
“Darling,” You cut in, crawling on your hands and knees on the couch, nearing a smug Thor, “what are you talking about?” You began pawing at him as a cat.
Onyx painted tips gripping his massive biceps, “Baby, baby, baby---”slithering on his lap, “When were you going to tell me? Me. Of all people, me.”
Thor nearly went cross-eyed as his nose met yours, “You need to bring some---” everyone is crippling in laughter, as you climb on Thor as a little chimp on an oak tree.
It was a fun night, mostly with you badgering Thor to bring some weed back from his planet, with little teasing, ‘Just quickly go home, and come back with it.’ But Thor would shush you with his delicious lips, his arm looped around the nape of your neck, reminding you that the weed back home has become sparse, mostly harvested for special occasions, but he promised to bring some when he could.
Unfortunately, chains of events over the years prevented it from happening --- until now.
“See you later, my baby.” Bjørn giggled as you attacked his plump cheeks with kisses, but another set of lips kissed his curly dome; you felt him, towering over you, his crotch slowly growing for you. “My sweet boy.” Bjørn’s toothless smile gleams with such innocence, and pure happiness, with a little bob of his head against Wanda’s cradling palm.
It was hard for you to part from your son, especially for Thor, he had to compose himself, always wanting his son laying on his chest, caressing his plump cheeks, always carrying his son in his arms everywhere.
Both of you wave as Wanda leaves with your son, his diaper bag hanging at her shoulder --- just for one evening. He’ll be back later, you kept reminding Thor.
A shaky sigh leaves his lips, as the elevator closes, Wanda waves with Bjørn’s little chubby hand in hers.
Twirling on the soles of your feet, you place your open palms on his chest, shushing him. Thor’s eyes closed, his cavity nearly shattering, “It’s okay, baby. It won’t be long till our little cub is back. He’s not even sleeping over.” Standing on the tips of your toes, kissing his molded chest, his thick biceps encircle around your waist, lifting you up.
You kiss the tip of his nose, hugging the slope of his neck with your arms; as he rocks you back and forth.
---
“Are you ready, my love?”
A joint pinched between his fingertips, within the wrinkled twistings was fluorescent glimmers of rainbow colors --- its scent was potent, yet intoxicating. Just a small whiff of it is strong to your senses. Anxious hands try to paw at his wrist, but Thor holds it far from you, tsking you.
“Patience,” Thor muses, kissing your forehead, pacifying your huffs, softly stomping your foot. “You must inhale carefully. Please, my love.” His fingers cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb strokes your skin, you mewl.
“I promise.”
---
It’s idyllic.
It’s --- there’s no words to describe the high you’re experiencing. Time ceases, your skin prickles with goosebumps; you felt as if you were floating on your back. Laying down on the carpeted flooring, spread eagle, as Thor rests his head on your belly.
Splotches of colors paint the air, your tongue is delighted, as if you can taste the chromas. Soon the atmosphere shifted shade --- from calm dewy sunlight to a serene verdant cast upon the living space.
Gleaming through the ceiling high windows, daylight settles calmly; the atmosphere is soothing.
As if landing on another planet, you both star-gazing into the skies of a foregin galaxy.
Both of you frolicking around the empty compound, naked, tearing each other's clothes off, rolling around the carpeted floor; kissing, and dry humping.
It’s delirious, and you laugh, and he laughs --- you both can’t stop. Reality shifts into another plane of existence --- as if you left Earth.
“Thor, where are we?”
“In our own world, my love.” He hugs you, lifting you up in the air, melting into a field, the grass feels soft like the pillows back home. You can let go, a nether land; it’s amazing.
You look up to the sky, you can see the moon up close, yet far enough. Gazing upon it, you whisper “Thor, do you see that?” Pointing up at the sky, milky lavender with twinkling stars, it looks like the northern lights down on Earth.
A surge of emotions bloom in your chest, such deep love for Thor, for Bjørn, for life --- life, life, life. You’re alive, it’s okay to feel pain, feel everything life gives.
Is this a coming to Jesus moment?
“I love you.” You wail, tears fall down your cheeks, “Oh God, I love you.” You cry, a smile that makes your cheeks hurt, your hands on his chest, head falls back.
You look down to see Thor is crying too, but that toothy smile fades into a wrinkled frown; shushing him, hands on his cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby.” Kissing his nose, the crease between his brows, the slope of his nose, and his lips.
“Why are you crying?”
Thor cries like a baby, sputtering, “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” Overcome with emotions, rubbing his wet eyes with his hands, sniffling. As if a balm, you soothe him, small kisses on his quivering lips. Cocooning him in the warmth of your embrace, you lean your weight on him, holding onto him.
His massive biceps ensnare around your body, pinning you against him. He’s overwhelmed with love, his love for you, and Bjørn, the love for his brother --- he’s just so overcome with happiness, and yet it makes him cry.
Because of the pain that had to occur for this light.
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“Slab that fucking butter on it, babe.” You slur, clumsily your tongue licks your dry lips, stomach rumbling hungrily, as Thor’s massive bear hands slather guabs of butter on the cherry frosted pop-tart.
Your cheek squishes against his bicep, droopily your eyes close, and open, unevenly one after the other.
It’s been an hour since Thor and you come down from your delirious high --- and soon, beastly appetites come crashing down.
Thor scruffs down the tart, as you stuff small chunks of strawberry treat into your mouth, the creamy butter melts in your mouth.
Thor leans down, licking crumbs from the corner of your mouth, his warm tongue lapping at your lips. You giggle, as he playfully nibbles at your cheek.
His thick arms encircle around your waist, pulling you to his chest, lifting you in the air effortlessly. Squealing, nose scrunching at his wet lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Totinos with M&Ms, the warmth of the totinos melted the chocolate, creating a delicious coating. Mouthfuls of junk food, with hooded eyes, and cheeks puffed as chipmunks. Giggling as little toddlers, sharing sloppy kisses, able to lick the gooey chocolate from his mouth; sucking on his tongue.
The kitchen counter is littered with open bags of chips, candy wrappers, and boxes of pizza squares. It’s a jungle of high carbs, and fattening sugar, but the intense munchies are astronomical.
“Wow.” Mobius chuckles at the kitchen’s entrance, arms crossed against his chest; a warm flick of a tongue at the shell of his ear jolts him. Arms encircle around Loki’s chin rests on the jut of his shoulder, “This is nothing new, my brother can feast as three horses.”
“And so can she.”
What a comical but endearing sight for Loki and Mobius to capture, coming back home from jet-riding in the compound’s lake.
The two lovers gawk with mirth in their eyes, watching you and Thor devour sugary snacks, concoctions of a mind-blowing haze. The lingering high makes your minds float, nuzzling your noses together, giggling.
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Bellies full with junk food, giggles echo, and bounce in the air; the room smells heavily of herb. Your thigh is looped around Thor’s tummy, your arm sloped over his chest, as he holds you close with his thick bicep. Fingertips soft as petals caress his blonde chest hair, scratching him.
“My love,” your limbs stretched lazily, satisfied, and cozy; Thor purrs under your touch. Cradling you closer to his chest, practically laying on top of him.
A naughty thought lights up above your head, remembering the little idea you conjured up a few weeks ago, wanting to try with Thor.
“I have a surprise for my king.” You whisper against the base of his throat, a wet smooch. Thor hums, “And what is that, pussycat?” You giggle low, “My love, what would you do if there were two of me?”
A rumble of a growl vibrates inside his chest, “You know what I would do.” You purr, nibbling at his chest, “What would you do?” Breathy whispers, goading him, needing to feed, and fuck on his feralness.
His palm cups at your neck, pulling you to his lips; slick lips, tongue dancing, teeth gnashing. His fingers cradle your chin, making sure you don’t slip away from him. “Naughty,” his lips flick at your lip, “My love is naughty minx.” A shit-eating grin forms on your mouth.
“What are you thinking?”
“Imagine it, baby.” You perch yourself up, thighs parted by his belly, slowly crawling down his body, your kisses following in the wake of your bodily heat; loud kisses that spurs Thor on. Moving downward on his body, with wet open kisses in your wake, dull scratches on his belly skin.
“Oh my love, what a treat I have for you.” You whisper against his pelvis, just an inch above his cock; already hardening. Hunched over, your fingers begin to zap at the tips, “A thank you just for you.”
Violet magnetic energy seeps from your fingertips, soothing Thor’s mind --- settling his spirit to an ease, a moan filters in his ears, but your lips didn’t move. He squints his eyes --- another arm floats near behind your back, springing alive.
Rolling behind you was --- you. Naked, and wanton, but with slick straight hair that reaches your bare breasts. Thor’s eyes widen owlishly. Arms seeking out for him, caressing his legs as your lips slither between your slick lips, licking a stripe against his cock.
Now, bare and at his mercy, were two of you, with lustful feline eyes.
A breath catches at his throat, as you both roll your tongues, purring as cats. Pawing at him, comfortably perching yourselves at his hung, wet, pulsing cock; it twitches making your two halves cross-eyed.
You flick the tip of your tongue at the swollen head, making your clone giggle. Bowing its head down, softly taking Thor’s tightening balls in the warm cave of its mouth.
He growls low in his throat, his head falls back, memorized, drunk off the pleasure, babbling to himself, to you, low moans, murmurs that catch your ears that he loves you, and only you.
Milking him in your mouth, as your other half licks, and drenches his balls with saliva; trailing down to the satiny stretch of skin that connects to his ass. Slurps, and moans make Thor’s eyes roll to the back of his skull.
Spit coats the jut of your chin, shiny, as your duplicate tugs Thor’s sack between slick coated lips; trailing a lick upwards, the pink muscle tracing every ridge of veins. Taking turns gagging on him, spit bubbles pops and soaks his cock, and the corners of your mouths.
Bobbing your head with vigor, his cock hitting the back of your throat ---- gawk gawk gawk. Eyes watery to the brim, having Thor melt under your touch, and the power of your mouth.
“I wanna taste his cock too.” Your other-half whines pathetically, nudging your shoulder in jealousy, his cock escapes your lip, with a pop, and an airy gurgle; heavily breathing through your nose.
With a gentle grip of his cock, slapping your clone’s wanton tongue with his dick, his salty semen coating its mouth.
Your other hand glides against its spine, gripping the nape of its neck; its hair bone-straight now in a makeshift ponytail, guiding it down Thor’s dick.
Thor’s eyes were blown black with lust, his chest heaving intensely, every fiber of his being shaking; sweat collects at his brow, and neck, his massive hands clawing and clenching the bed-sheets. His toes curl, snarling, teeth gnawing at the air, groaning gutturally.
What a sight --- so filthy, so debauched.
And you’re all his.
“Make him cum,” You hiss, your eyes bore into his, nearing the shell of its ear, “make him cum deep in your throat.” Goading Thor, a full stripe of your tongue against his pubic-bone, to feel his trimmed hair against your soft tongue --- it just fuels you more.
“You like it, baby.” He nods hastily, you snicker, the wet gags echo, “You love it when I use my throat as a cock sleeve for you.”
“A slut, a filthy slut, and I love you.” Thor shrills a whine, “A dirty succubus --- guh, mine, all mine--- all UUGhh.” Thor’s spine arches off the bed, beating his fists against the mattress, as his cock spurts cum deep down the duplicate’s throat; gagging, and gurgling happily.
Thor’s head blops against the pillow, trying to catch air into his lungs, ragged breaths. The mixture of his high and the bliss of an incredible orgasm fuzzies his head.
As he recollects himself, he tucks his head down --- both you and your clone stare at him with feral grins, all fangs, waiting like predators to bounce. A gasp catches at Thor’s throat.
As you crawl over his toned thighs, perching yourself on his hips, and your clone slithers upon his chest, gently grazing the puss against his torso, reaching his face; thighs hover his face. Soaking mound winking back at him, and he growls.
Without any hesitation, he tugs your duplicate downward to his yearning mouth, but it giggles, refusing to go down so easily. He whines like a puppy.
You tsk at him playfully, aligning yourself, your folds hugging, and gliding down on Thor’s thick veiny cock; to finally with the tender guide of your palm, hovering over his weeping cock.
“Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, cut down by pussy.” Swiftly your cunt swallows him whole, to the hilt, as you rested at his hips.
He groans, pretty pink lips parting, as your counterpart seats on his face tenderly. A groan rumbles deep in his throat, as his tongue laps at your velvety folds.
“My queen.” He growls, devouring your cunt, as you rode him wildly, blindly; in a frenzy. His balls slap against your puckering asshole, his massive hand on your asscheeks, as the other laid firm on your clone’s hip.
It’s bliss, to not only have one but two of you, taking him apart --- the pleasure that swirls in his chest must be what warriors feel entering Vallah. Bruising fingertips cling onto hips, guiding your soppy cunt on his tongue, slurping as a mad man.
His mouth slathered in your juices, tastes sweet just as you. The jut of his chin soaked, shining; watering his beard. Your other half grips the headboard, Thor’s beard chafing inner thighs, unabashedly grinding on his mouth --- and you felt it all.
Overstimulated at the sensation, your cunt ignited by the pleasure of his tongue, grinding him. Your clit is throbbing, and hot. Your sex is ingited, soaking Thor’s thigh, slick as you glide back and forth, balls deep. He can feel your puckering asshole on his balls, your chest heaving; riding him akin to a wild animal.
Thighs quivering, as one of your palms grip your hair, the other has fingers digging into Thor’s hip, panting airy breaths. Crashing onto him, as if you both were touch-starved.
Teeth softly gnashing at the peach-fuzz cunt, tongue fluttering, diving deep inside the folds, teasing the hole --- without any thought, Thor plunges his tongue inside. You screech, head tilting back, both you and your clone unison, your cunt clenched tightly upon Thor’s cock.
He snarls --- a mixture of something of a yelp, and a growl. You need more, this furor of his tongue, and his cock fucking into your wet cavern --- the end nerves crashing as waves to the shore --- you can feel it all, all of it coiling, and all too much; so much that it’s deliciously painful.
Perching his feet against the mattress, the hand that rests on your waist, guiding you up, as Thor fucks into you; snarling, gnawing at the air as a beast. Your wetness squelching into echos, spurring Thor on, he felt like a king.
Your fingernails scratching along his chest hair that trickles into his happy trail, bending forward to lick at his belly; suckling.
Airy pants, as you savored his pouch, he’s toning his body is slowly coming back to his chiseled form, but you just love his softness. His warm plumpness is like a pillow, to sleep on, to kiss, to bite.
“Guh,” Thor hoists your hips off of his face for a moment, “my queen is an insatiable beast.”
“No more than you, my liege.” Grinding harder, desperate crashing, to catch that delirious high of his cum. Your voice falls into silence, “I feel it,” you whine, “I fucking need it.” The coiling pit in your stomach begins churning, and it’s tightening.
“Uggh, Thor --- I” A high-pitched shrill, both voices now blend together, unison in pleasure, hips thrashing. Your cunt clenches on his cock, wound tight, your vision began to blur --- kismet energy began to manifest and spark within the air; emitting from both Thor, and yourself.
Oceanic blue with blinding white streaks and bruising violet so rich it bleeds as a welt into the air, intermixing --- thunder cracks in the distance, the raw power of a god vibrates against the window pane.
The sky has become sodden above the upstate county, thunder cracking within the clouds.
His belly tightens, as hips thrust upwards inside you --- more sloppy, and uneven, but the intensity hasn’t eased; his vigor has heightened. Soaking balls slapping against skin, smacking wet against your puckering ass.
“My love, I’m going to ---” Thor is rendered speechless, his words trailing into babbling, fumbling lips against wet folds. You hiss with a grin, “I know,” your open-palm caress against his pelvis, “I can feel it too. I’m close.”
Desperate pants, and huffs of air, Thor rumbles, his voice trills through your other half, making it squeal, the meat of its thighs quiver, and jolt, nibbling on swollen clit. “Soak me! Fuck --- uggh, soak my cock!” His voice is husky, and wanton, hungry as a wolf.
Thunder crackles outside, as Thor groans, painting the walls of your cavern white, spilling from your spilt jewel, dribbling down the base of his pulsing cock, as you shrill together with your half, as it coats Thor’s mouth, and watering his golden beard.
Vein pulsing at the throat, resembling a feral creature, as your cunt clenching, milking Thor’s cock, his balls drained. Riding Thor, selfishly savoring every drop of him, and every second of your orgasm.
Your other-half looks down to Thor, chin to chest, his breathing ragged, fanning against the skin of your mound, eyes blown --- a pucker of a kiss, and wink --- then it's gone, evaporated into rich lavender mist, with a faint moan.
Your body aches happily, with tiresome limbs you crawl over Thor, with his hands pulling you against his chest.
Nuzzling your head under his chin, your leg crossed over his belly, boneless melting into the mattress. Thor whispers your name, “I love you,” his fingers scratch your scalp, “No other woman can compare.” He hums.
“You bring the beast out of me.” You giggle, small kisses on his molded chest, “I love you too.” A suckle on his nipple. Cheek to chest, you can hear his heart-beat, it lulls you.
Both of you are falling asleep under the warm blankets.
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A flicker in the foggy distance of his mind awakens him slowly, he grunts sleepily. A familiar scent wafts through the crevices of his mind, his nose twitches.
Pretty lashes flutter open, his vision blur for a moment, to see you hovering over him, dangling the blunt just above his nostrils.
He must have fallen asleep, so comfortable in the bubble of your scents, and body heat.
Teasing him awake, you chuckle at Thor’s sleepy pout, “My love, another?” He stretches his muscles as a feline, you jiggle on top of him from the bodily movements.
You playfully shrug, “Our baby will be back in two hours,” you twirl the blunt between your fingers, lips pursing. “So, why not have a little bit more?” You giggle, trapping your bottom lip by the teeth.
He hums, his eyes hooded; wordlessly he plucks the blunt from your fingers, perching it in his lips.
“An insatiable wife, I have.”
You hum, gliding down on his belly, legs bent back in the air, ankles locked, “And what a beast of a husband, I have.” You giggle against his chest, with a nuzzling kiss.
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A(way) F(rom) K(eyboard)
Chubby!Thor x plus size reader
Thor needs help defeating his arch nemesis Noobmaster69 and he knows just the person to ask.
Warnings: implied smut, nudity, friends to lovers, violence against a controller, takes place after blip
WC: 1.2k
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“By Odin’s beard!” Thor thundered, throwing his controller at the cabin wall, immediately smashing it to pieces. “Woah man. I didn’t think that was necessary.” The god snarled at Korg who was innocently perched on the ratty recliner in the corner of the room, completely surrounded by empty beer cans, his own small gameboy in his crystal hands.
“It’s this-“ Thor squinted at the large TV screen, bending over his spread thighs as he did so. “-Noobmaster69! They have killed me countless times already! They must be cheating, there is no possible way that I can be bested yet again.” He grumbled before picking up a half drunk beer and throwing it back, ignoring the stale taste. Yanking his gray hoodie down over his protruding belly, he glared at the screen which still displayed evidence of his defeat.
“Well you know, we might need some help. But no one here plays any sort of video game.” Meek gave a purr of approval to the idea, poking his head out from the pile of laundry he was buried under, a sock sticking to his purple skin. The soft music from the game echoed through the room. 
Suddenly, Thor shot up out of the couch, dislodging the takeout containers that surrounded him. “I know!” And he was out the door, barely stopping in time to slip on his crocs.
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The house was at the edge of New Asgard. It was a small cottage surrounded by a field of wildflowers that seemed a veritable rainbow of colours. The 6 '5 god stumbled up the cobblestone path and threw open the door, knowing the cabin’s inhabitant wouldn’t mind him barging in.
“Y/N! I am in need of your assistance!” He shouted into the quiet of the house as he flicked off his shoes, not wanting to get mud on her floors. “I’m in the bedroom!” Her melodic voice called back from the back of the building where her small bedroom was and he took off in that direction, absentmindedly running a hand over his hair in an attempt to smooth it down.
The former Avenger had moved with him to Norway to help him and Brunnhilde establish the new town. Her tech savvy nature had made her the definitive I.T. department for the whole population and now Thor was in dire need of that. 
“That brainless fool has defeated me again and I- you’re not wearing any clothes.” As Thor walked into the bedroom, he froze, jaw dropping open, his different coloured eyes widening. Y/N’s body was completely naked, her glorious curves practically glowing against the midday sunlight streaming into the bedroom. 
“Yes, that’s what happens when you get out of the shower. What did you need help with?” She asked nonchalantly, gracefully walking over to her dresser, making no attempt to cover up. Thor watched the way her plump ass bounced as she moved. Then he caught himself and immediately shifted his gaze to the ceiling, hands coming to rest in front of him, hyper aware of how he was reacting to his best friend’s body.
“You’re um you’re naked.” Y/N chuckled, shuffling through the top drawer. “Yes we’ve been over that. Why do you need help?” The god shuffled nervously, clearing his throat. He could feel his cock hardening beneath his sweatpants the longer he stood so close to this stunningly plump woman that he had been crushing on for years.
“I’ve totally forgotten why I’m here. It is hard to think when you do not have any clothes on.” “I didn’t think seeing someone naked would phase you.” She teased, spinning back around on her heel to lean against the bureau, resting her weight on her hands behind her, pushing her considerable bust forward.
Thor’s eyes dropped briefly to her body, drinking in her soft flesh before he scolded himself and looked away once more. “Yes but it’s you.” “Oh?” A wave of panic shot through him at what he interpreted as an offended tone. “Not like that! I mean you’re absolutely gorgeous! Wait I mean no you’re not! No you are! I just didn’t mean to say that. You’re beautiful and you have really nice-“ He held his hands in front of his chest, miming a pair of breasts.
“But you’re also smart! So smart! And nice. And- I’m getting off topic. What was I talking about?” “My tits.” Y/N replied. Thor’s face went beat red and he swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. “My lady, I don't know if this is an appropriate topic of discussion.”
“Oh really?” She purred, slipping across the room to stand before the king, resting her hands on his strong pecs, feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath her palms as she pressed her soft stomach into his own. “Why’s that my king?” Thor’s breath hitched at the title. With slightly shaky hands, he tentatively cupped her wide hips, leaving his hands relaxed as if waiting for her to reject him. Y/N smiled up at the god, moving her touch up to his neck.
“I don’t think friends should talk about other friends’…” “Tits.” “Yes that. One should not talk about their friends’ things.” She hummed like she was thinking for a moment, then buried her fingers in Thor’s long hair, yanking his face down to her eye level. “Well then, it’s a good thing we aren’t friends.” “We’re not?” Thor sounded genuinely confused and hurt but Y/N continued. “We’re not about to be.”
She surged forward and their lips met in a passionate kiss, which he immediately melted into. Her lips tasted like chamomile tea and honey as he pulled her closer to him by her hips, needing every part of her body to be pressed his own. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her lips parting just enough for his tongue to slip inside, deepening the kiss even further. 
When her nails dug into his scalp, he finally released her but kept their faces close, the tips of their noses brushing together. “See, friends don’t kiss like that.” She murmured, not wanting to break the atmosphere that the room had been plunged into. Thor’s mouth turned up in a beautiful smile. “I suppose not. And I suppose that friends do not take other friends to bed to ravish them?” He smirked as her e/c eyes grew darker with lust.
“No they don’t.” She said breathily. “Good because if we are not friends anymore, then that is exactly what I intend to do.” And so without any warning, the god of thunder picked up the smaller woman and threw her down onto her bed. “Prepare yourself my queen for I intend to ruin you.”
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His favorite pastry
Pair: Thor (RoR) x chubby readers
Waring: none (rude language) A/n if you want a part 2 let me know please!
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You work at a pastry store, and you love your job. I mean how could you not? Seeing people’s faces filled with satisfactory and pure happiness as they enjoy their food, you loved spreading joy to those around you. 
Maybe that’s why it took you by surprise. It was just another normal day for you, people filled the shop quickly, conversations filled the once quit store. 
As you stand behind the counter enjoying the same happy sensations that fill you day after day, you fail to notice the man walking into the store until there is a shadow casted in front of you. 
That’s until you heard a cough. You notice a new customer standing in front of you, just looking at you, not talking, unmoving kinda like a statue. You feel uneasy with his presence, yet you just brush it off
“Oh hello there! I haven’t seen you here before!” You say putting on your best smile, something your boss always commanded you to do whenever a customer is near.
He stares at you with a stern gaze before looking up, staring  at the menu, not sparing you another glance or a few words.
You stand there awkwardly as the large man in front of you continues to stare at the menu. Not a bit later he looks back down, now looking you dead in the eyes. 
“I would like an Americano” he says, voice rough, it sounded like he hasn’t talked in years. 
You stand there confused, other customers usually get a pastry on the side, I mean the store is mostly filled with pastries not coffee. You let out a quiet cough before putting on another fake smile, you nod your head putting in his order into the system. 
“Will that be all?” You say smiling softly, opening your eyes only to see him glaring daggers at you. He nods his head slowly still squinting his eyes at you, you mentally sweatdrop as his eyes somehow darkened even more. 
“Ok that will be $2.26” you say as you grab the card that he hands you, swiping it. You hand his card back with the receipt next to it. 
“It should be ready in a bit, just give me a bit of time! You can pick a seat wherever you want” you say as you lift your gaze to look at him again, who is still mindlessly staring at you. 
He just stands in front of you, he almost seems like he’s ignoring your words. You swear you almost saw him mentally rolling his eyes at you.
You shrug your shoulders as you turn around, starting his order. Your heat shoes click on the floor, as you assume he probably moved out of the way for other customers. 
The entire time you're doing his order he hasn’t even moved an inch from his spot, let alone speak or let out any sounds. He definitely was a peculiar man, he wasn’t like all the bright and friendly customers here. 
“Hey fat bitch, hurry the hell up! I don’t have time for this shit” a voice calls in a disrespectful tone that ruins the vibe in the store, everyone goes silent turning to watch the scene that unfolds.
You put the incomplete coffee down, turning around to face furious customers. You could even say that you saw steam shoot out of their ears, which wasn’t an exaggeration.
You take a deep breath before licking your lips, getting ready to try to calm this bastard down. They merely stand there awaiting you to retaliate, everyone’s eyes watching you closely in anticipation.
“Sir I’m sorry but I’m still trying to get another customers orders finished” you say in a calm and collective tone, trying to reason with him. The man opens his mouth getting ready to probably spit out some crude words until somebody punches him. 
“You shouldn’t talk to people like that” a stern voice calls as it was him, the man earlier. He drags him out the store tossing him like he was garbage before walking back in, he stands in front of you again. 
He opens his mouth to say something before he looks at the people who seemingly can’t look away from the scene, 
immediately they all go back to their conversations. He looks back at you, his eyes softening as he makes eye contact with you.
“My name is Thor” he says pausing before looking down at your badge, it having your name written on it.
“Thank you Thor, people like that always ruin the vibe here.” You say returning the soft gaze, he nods before holding out his hand. 
You tilt your head confused before realizing he wanted his coffee, embarrassed you hand it to him quickly. Mumbling a sorry just in case it burned his hands, lucky he didn’t flinch.
“Next time you come back, you should try our pastries. There on the house” you say kindhearly, he nods again before walking out the store. 
You sigh softly hoping the man, well Thor, would come back to visit you soon. 
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I notice not a lot of people write for Thor so I decided that I’ll work hard for this man.
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Is it ok if you can write a mcu!thor x gamer!reader where he hears her talking about gow!thor and how he's her favorite and thought she was talking about him until he catches her playing god of war and see's his counterpart. I just wanna see how this would go down.
A/n: I love Thor! He’s to precious, went with a Chuby!Thor.
I also apologize if this sucks, I wrote half of this at 4am on break.
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You loved Thor, how could you not. He was kind, funny though he did have this edge to him too, a passion that you couldn’t put your finger on. Maybe that’s why you were so drawn to Thor in the new God of War game.
How that character became one of your favorites in the video game you two would often spend time playing. Gripping your phone you relaxed into the couch, chatting on the phone with your friend.
“Imagine getting railed by him, his so tall.”
Peaking around the corner, he watched you intently. We’re you talking about him? You had to have been, what other Thors did you know? None! Because he is the only Thor.
“And that red hair, I swear those developers knew what they were doing when they designed all these men….oh come on I do not.” Cheeks warming you then gasped as Thor suddenly appeared in front of you. “I’ll call you back.”
“I do not have red hair” Thor wrinkled his nose then pouted. “I do not understand, you are singing my praise yet I do not have red hair.”
Blinking you were trying to figure out what he was talking about until it hit you. Laughing softly you patted the couch which he reluctantly sat down as you turned your ps5 on. Grabbing your control your clicked on the God Of war game and eagerly started to explain all the characters and Thor.
“Isn’t he cute.”
Huffing, Thor scowled at the TV then looked towards you. “Do you love this Thor.”
“What?”Turning your attention to Thor, your Thor you let out a sigh seeing his pout. It was cute, you never though the man would be jealous over a video game character. “No! Thor, he’s just a character in a game I like.”
Placing your hand on his cheek you gave him a gentle smile letting your thumb glide across his skin, you wanted to make sure he knew that you loved him. “I love you okay. Yes you’re not over 7 feet but to me you’re the perfect height and you already have his body you teased.” Shifting your body so you were sitting on his lap as your fingers wove through his dirty blonde hair. “And I think you look much better as a blonde.” Resting your head against his you sighed as he tightened his hold on you.
“Can we have sex.”
Laughing you placed a light kiss to his lips. “How can I say no to that God Of Thunder.”
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Marvel x Female Plus Size Reader Preferences - Insecure
WARNINGS: Weight insecurity, self depreciation, body image issues Angsty Fluff
Note: Again this one is not edited. Written on phone.
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Tony Stark
“Hey, I have two tickets to the MET if you are up for it tonight, Babe?” You shrugged while kicking a magazine under the bed. “What was…” He walked over and grabbed the magazine you kicked and he looked at the cover. “Who’s Stark’s Best Looking Girlfriend?” He whispered out loud and then frowned, eyes furrowed trying to understand why they would do that and then gets angry. “Do you believe this shit?” She looked at him like a deer in headlights. “I repeat y/N, You don’t believe this shit. Do you?” Her eyes filled up with tears as she watched him flip to the pictures of the beautiful women that Tony had been seen with and saw an article saying she should lose weight and that’s when his temper got to him and he threw it at the window breaking it with his strength. “Damn them, Y/N! You are hot as Hell.” “I’m not a bunny.” “You know what? I’m glad. What have they got to offer other than a quick night?” She shrugged, “I don’t know I’ve never been thin.” Tony laughed and kisses her. “It’s not funny, Tony.” “It’s just ridiculous that you believe STORIES that people write about you. STORIES. Stories aren’t real.” “I kinda live in a superhero world here. All stories seem like weird and are probably real.” “Precisely. The stories are usually twisted around til they are bad. Don’t listen to them. It’s the ignorance of people who are jealous of others and want to see celebrities or heroes fall. Don’t let them make you fall. They are nothing to take to heart. Just false stories. False.” “Tony, I want to make you proud.” “You’d say I’m a genius… well everything I say is right so there. You are attractive. Boom. That’s truth. Don’t mix the two babe between stories or truths.” He kisses her again. “We’ve got to work on your self esteem. and y/n you do make me proud. Every day.” 
Bucky Barnes
“Are you always in the mirror?” you looked at your boyfriend as you were popping a zit in the mirror blushing. You were in some tshirt material grey mini shorts and a white camisole completely as natural as you can be without being unclothed. “Well… are you always watching me?” “You know I have to… If I don’t, someone could hurt you.” The fun was taken out of the conversation bringing up her mortality and she shrugged after kissing him as he walked in and went back to the mirror pinching your chubby cheeks as Bucky is brushing his hair taking his shirt off for a shower. “Hey Buck…” One foot in the shower about to turn on the water he looks at her. “Yeah?” “Do you think I look fat?” He was silent. “B…bucky?” He groaned and looked at her. “This question is loaded. I do not know which is good or bad. I don’t know what you want me to say? I guess that currently wafer thin is in. Back in my days it was generously curvy. I don’t wanna upset you, Doll. I know that girls seem to overthink these things.” “Overthink?” He nods and sits on the edge of the hot tub in the restroom looking up at you. “You have nothing to worry about. So try to see that. You look curvy not fat. Ideal.” She nods. “Thank you Bucky.” He smiled soft nodding and gets in the shower. 
Steve Rogers
 “Do you think I need to change how I look?” Checking her reflection in a window to the conference room where all the avengers were sitting, another annoying probably pointless meeting about coffee cups Tony was scheduling. Steve didn’t mind missing one boring meeting to help his number one girl. He took her hand before he walked in the door and took her to his room. “Why would my best girl want to change how she looked?” “Did someone say something to you darlin?” He kissed the top of her head looking down at her eyes. “Tell me. Did someone make you feel inferior?” “No one other than myself Stevie.” “I wish you could see yourself how I see you. Your weight gives your body shape. My weight does the same.” She almost giggles. “Steve you are the most fit man I’d ever known. You have abs galore.” “Doesn’t make me less human.” He says caressing her cheek. She got the point.
Peter Parker
“I got a message from this teen modeling agency… you know the ones they always send out? From school? They are having a contest… Do you think I could beat Peter?” She said, poking at her upper arm. Peter sighed and got on his knee in front of the mirror and sat her on it, her back facing the mirror looking at him, and looked up at her. “Do you really want to enter this contest thing?” She shook her head. “I just wanna be pretty, Peter.” Tears started streaming down her face. He took her face in his hands. “They hurt things that are most beautiful… that they just don’t understand... I just don’t want them to make fun of you like you fear. I think you could win every modeling thing in all the universe. Trust me… I would know. I’ve been. But hey… My opinion is all that matters. Right?” She smiled softly nodding tears flowing slower looking up at him. “Don’t cry anymore. Please it breaks my heart.” She nods and hugs him tight.
Loki Laufeyson
“Loki! I’m so big! This dress doesn’t fit!” she screamed. “You aren’t big,” Loki walked over to her slowly and he looked at his queen who was struggling to fit into her new dress. “You are literally the God of lies. Why should I believe you?” Loki looked down at her. “So, I am to be chastised for a century long characterization that was placed on me. Like you’ve been labeled ‘fat’? Should my words mean nothing because of what other people have  decided to call me for mistakes I may or may not have created in the past?” “You know every dress must be fit and tailored to the woman by a seamstress. I see nothing wrong with you needing it to be let out my queen.” She thought, “Loki, I love you.” he grinned his typical charming yet misleading smile but truly meaning good. 
Thor Odinson
She looked at the scale in the corner of the bathroom. tears welling up and he shakes his head keeping her from making a mad dash to the number machine. “Do you only care about size? I didn’t think you were that shallow.” she sighed. “What if I were a larger than average male? Would you hate me as much as you hate yourself and want to leave me?” Not had told her about his time being overweight and down in the dumps. “You make it seem like weight is the only thing that matters… in your mind. It’s not the only thing in the world. In fact I could care less about the whole thing. There are worse things in the world. The nine realms even…” “but Thor the other girls…” “Yes… girls… I thought you were a woman, mi lady. I want a woman.” He arched a brow looking down at her hugging her now. She smiled softly. Then answers his question. “No. I would love you anyway.” “I used to weigh more than you do.” Not knowing that was the wrong thing to say. “You are so fit Thor. Why did you want me?” “I love you. I could go on all day about how much I adored you.” “You may have to.” “Of course. You have sparkling eyes. You have beautiful hair. Your body is as the waves of the ocean. Youre more beautiful than you can even imagine.  You are smart. You are strong. You are incredible. You are……..” Thor continued with sweet nothings as he cuddles with her. 
Clint Barton
“Take a picture it may last longer.” Clint arched a brow standing against the bedroom door frame at his beautiful girl. “Hey clint.” She said in a small voice and she posed one last time in the mirror before turning to face him still in the doorway. Never having seen her like this before. “You know that you are a bigger girl. Yes?” Tears started flowing from her eyes. “I’m sorry I’m too fat for you!” Clint just looked at her shaking his head and uncrosses his arms and walks across the bathroom floor to go to her and pulled her in a strong hug. “I couldn’t be without you. I truly don’t care about the weight.” 
Deadpool
After Wade lost Vannessa and he came to terms with it, he saw her. She was everything to him, Instantly. As quick as it was with Vannessa. He had to be hers. The only thing is that this girl was bigger than vanessa. It would had bothered him before the change to his own body before Ajax (frances ;D) got ahold of him. But he watched her walk and loved how her body swayed to its own beat. One day he found her staring in the mirror, about 6 months from when they originally met and she moved in. He had just come home from a long long fight day with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead at a nursing home oddly enough. “Hey… y/n!” he skipped in and flopped on the end of the bed posing in a laying down position propped up on his elbow and he shakes his head. “Hey, Wade…” He noticed she seemed out of it. He got up and smacked her bottom. “What are we looking at?” trying to keep the mood up. He looked over her shoulder, his chin was on, hands on her hips, looking in the mirror with her. She didn’t answer. “Don’t frown.” He smiled softer letting the mood fall seeing how insecure she really is at the moment. “Wade…” She brushed off his hands from her hip and tried to walk away from him but him being stronger than her that of course didn’t work. He kept her in place. “What are we looking at?” “My huge body…” she closed her eyes not to see what Wade’s eyes may be looking at if he was as disgusted as you were. Wade shook his head. “Babe… I wouldn’t be with you if you weren’t sexy as Hell. Make me shallow or not… I’ve seen lots of hot girls but YOU are sexy.” He kissed her shoulder blade. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you Wade.” “You put up with the earthquake lines that is my face so you get respect too. I’d think you were hot anyway though.” He kissed her lips passionately.
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