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Old Scars, New Blood 5
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)
Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson
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The rest of the drive is spent in silence, at least on your end. Lloyd chews loudly, licking his chops, and sucking his fingers loudly. The rose tint is tinged gray.
You pull into the compound and shift into park sharply. You don't move as you wait for Lloyd to get out. He wastes no time ditching you, letting out a shameless belch as he drops down onto the ground. The door snaps shut behind him and you huff.
You look over at the garbage left in his place. That's exactly where you belong. Right there with the trash.
You swipe up the crumple bag filled with wrappers and his half-finished soda. The keys jingle against the paper cup as you swipe your phone out behind you. You dump what's left of the espresso from your own cup and sheath it around the other.
You elbow the door shut and cross the dark grounds. The moon is a sliver that offers little light in the dark. You approach the doors and enter to the muted ruckus of voices and clinking bottles. Yet another night of debauchery. You don't know how Lloyd hasn't fallen right in with his guests.
You go to the kitchen and jam the bag and cups deep in the bin. You have half the mind to go through the fridge and get rid of all those meals you slaved over. Just like everything else, he'll spit it back in your face.
You flip open the door and stop yourself. No, no, he got the reaction he wanted, you're only shooting your own foot at this point. 
Your eyes center on a dark bottle with a silver label. Fuck it. You snatch the prosecco and swing the fridge shut.
You march back down the hall and ignore the din that seeps through from the dining room and various other doorways. You go upstairs to your room and close yourself in, letting the wood slam into the frame. You're not even mad at him, you're furious at yourself. Why can't you just accept it?
You drop the keys on the dresser, your phone too, and keep the bottle in hand. You untwist the wire around the cork and toss it aside. You push with your thumb until it pops and a fizzle escapes the long neck. 
You watch the wisp that rises and you gulp straight from the bottle. You cringe as your eyes water from bubbles and the stringently sweet wine floods your mouth. You gulp until you can't anymore. A quarter of the bottle down, you plunk it on the nightstand and let it sink into your veins.
You undress lazily and leave your clothes on the floor. You don't give a fuck. For one night, you just don't want to think. Hell, if you drink enough, you might just do something real stupid.
You grab the bottle and carry it into the bathroom. As you bend over to twist the faucet, the wine creeps into your brain, hazing your vision in warmth. You pull the lever for the stopper and slowly push yourself straight.
You lean on the porcelain and take another swig. You pop your mouth off the rim and lift one leg, then the other. You ease into the tub, splashing slightly as the water flows higher and higher.
You lean your head back, resting the bottle against the edge as you grip it tight. The ripples around you and beneath the skin and numb the ache in your chest. You close your eyes, drinking without thinking, guzzling until your stomach is full and the tub is nearly full.
You lay as you are, basking in the heat of the water. You could fall asleep right there. Just drift beneath the surface.
That thought jerks you awake. You sit up, dizzy, and get to your knees clumsily. You reach over the side to clunk the bottle onto the tile. You flip the stopper and lift yourself.
You get out, feet crashing onto the bathmat. You cling to the tub and take a breath. You reach for the bar and drag the towel off. You don't feel too bad, just a bit unsteady.
You wrap yourself up and teeter as you bend to grab the bottle. You clamber towards the door. You nudge it all the way open with your elbow.
As you enter the room, you stagger to a halt. You don't expect the figure sitting on your bed, watching you enter as he faces the bathroom door. You blink and squeeze the bottle tighter. 
You're buzzed. No, you're drunk.
You skin singes with self-awareness. Not only of the alcohol that dulls your mind but of the single piece of fabric around you.
“It's not healthy to drink alone,” Thor grins, a paper crinkles between his fingers, “or other things.”
He shows the slip of paper and you shake your head. He clicks his tongue and squints at it, “didn't take you for a cherry girl.”
“Huh?” You tilt your head, confused until you recall hastily hiding away the receipt in your pants. Fuck.
“I don't really use lube myself. Don't need it,” he reaches to drop the paper on the night table.
“What are you…” you clamp your lips shut as a hiccup rises. You swallow it and sway. 
“I don't make promises I don't keep, “ he stands, towering over you as he comes closer.
“You… it was a joke, wasn't it?” You babble dumbly.
“Why would I joke about that?” He stops before you and wraps his hand around the bottle, “mm, not much for bubbly,” he wiggles it free and swiftly empties what's left before examining the empty bottle, “how was your little business trip, eh?”
You frown and cross your arms over the top of the towel, “why are you here?” You ask again.
“I told you–”
“No, why… why did you come here? He hates you.”
“I got that sense of him,” Thor chortles, “doesn't bother me much.” He backs away and sets the bottle on the receipt, “I'm here to play with him. Have a bit of fun. However, he's not as amusing as I hoped. But you…”
“I…” you shake your head, “I'm drunk. I need to lay down.”
“Happily,” he winks as he reaches for you.
You sidle away, “please, I…” you swallow and your eyes flit around, “I can't–”
“Because of him? You’re wasting your time,” he latches onto your hand and draws it away from your chest, “he doesn't deserve you, little lamb.”
“I don't… it isn't because of him…”
“You're a poor liar,” he tuts, “shouldn't take your lessons from him.”
“Stop,” you try to tug away.
“You don't know what you need,” he drags you towards the bed, “it isn't him.”
“Please,” you whimper.
“You don't need to be nervous, I can be nice, kitten,” he purrs as he yanks you against him.
“I can't–” you squeak into a yelp as the towel falls away from your body, “Thor, please–”
“Louder,” he swiftly picks you up with his hands on your ass. 
You writhe against him as he spins and falls with you onto the mattress. It bounces under you and you nearly choke on your tongue. You slap his chest as he leans over you and smothers your mouth with his.
You close your eyes as they tingle and you dig your nails into the fabric of his shirt. You whimper and feel around with your other hand as he kneads your ass. You're overcome by his brusqueness. More so, you can't handle the touch, the way his hot breath consumes you, and that flicker on your core that has the vision of another flashing in your mind.
You turn your head and let out a croak as your tears leak out, “I can't,” you whine, “you're right, okay? I want him. I'm a stupid girl that wants someone like him.”
You bring your hand up to shield your face as he lifts himself on his elbow. He hovers over you as you devolve into sobs, “I'm pathetic.”
“Shhhh,” the soft stroke along your cheek startles you, “little kitty,” he slithers, “shhh.”
He shifts and comes down to his side. He slips his arm under your neck as you curl up, trying to disappear. He rolls you towards him so your face is against his shoulder. He pets your head as he holds you.
“Oh, little one,” he cooes, “it hurts now… but I can make it so much better.”
He stays like that, embracing you as you quake in your despair. You keep your face buried against his shirt as his thick muscles fill you with a sense of security. His other hand rests on your hip but does not wander.
Heaviness drapes over you and your body slowly slackens. The wine dulls your nerves and swirls in your head. You feel yourself spiraling and quickly fade into the void.
❤️‍🩹
Your brow twitches and your nose itches. You nearly smack yourself as you throw your hand up and groan. The effort makes you wince.
Ugh, hungover. It's been a while.
You bend your leg and the blanket falls away to uncover your naked thigh. You frown and peek down as you lift the blanket. No clothes. You blanch and lay back, trying to summon the memories of the previous night.
The buzzing of the shower draws your attention away from your internal search. Along with the thrum is the deep baritone singing a song you've never heard. You blink, long and hard, and push yourself up.
Your heart feels as if it's stopped beating. Your breath catches and you look around the room. There's clothing hung over the chair in the corner. Men's clothes.
Oh god.
You wouldn't…
As the melody carries, slightly offkey, you recognise the singer. Thor. Oh. Oh no.
You curl your fingers against the mattress, barely able to hold yourself up. You remember the bath and then him waiting and him on top of you but everything else is gone. How can you not remember? 
A pit plunges down to your stomach. No, you're not like that. You've held out all these years…
Well, how many chances did you really get?
The shower cranks off and you gulp, hugging the blanket against your chest as you sidle around to the edge of the bed. You can hear him moving around, humming. You don't know what to do.
As the door opens, you try to think of what to say. Hi, good morning, what the heck happened last night?
You're speechless as he emerges butt naked. Brazen as he has himself on full display. Full display.
You snap your mouth shut as he uses a towel to dry his hair and winks as he drops it down to wrap his waist. 
“Morning, kitten,” he growls, “you seem chipper.”
You try to talk but can only cough. You reach to touch your throat and rub the lump free, “Thor, what… last night…” your voice cracks with each syllable.
“Ha, you think we…” he lets the suggestion dangle and scoffs.
You nod. Of course, he's all bluster. He wouldn't actually want you.
“When it happens, you will remember it,” he taunts, “I like to build up to sleep fucking.”
Your jaw falls open, “Thor…”
“Besides, if anything had happened, you would remember it.”
“I…” you flutter your lashes, “I should–”
“Well here you are,” he knots the towel around his waist, “lucid…”
“...get dressed,” you complete your previous threat.
You stand but he blocks you easily. He catches your shoulders and urges you back. Your legs hit the mattress and you sit, unable to fight his strength.
“Now?” You squeak.
He rumbles with laughter as his hands trail down your arms, “just a taste. To pep me up for the day.”
“Uhhh,” your voice rolls out senselessly as his hand crawls over the blanket and he tugs it. You cling to it desperately. 
He snarls and yanks up the bottom, tossing it over his head as he seizes your thighs beneath. You yelp as he bows and pulls your legs apart. You lose hold of the blanket and it rumples at your waist as you catch yourself on the heels of your hands.
You wriggle and try to resist him as his head pokes up beneath the blankets. He has you leaning back on your arms as he pulls your legs over his shoulders. You lift a hand and slap his head as you realise what he's about to do.
Too late.
Your hand falls against his head as his hot breath tingles along your thighs. His cool tongue slips between your folds and you gasp, electricity coursing through you. Oh!
You let out a pathetic noise as you push futilely on his head, still writhing as he nuzzles further into you. His large tongue spreads wide and he flicks it up over your clit. You spasm and yipe in surprise at another zing.
“Thor,” you breathe.
He pulls back for just an instant, “louder, kitten, can't hear you under here.”
He dives back in and the bed bounces as you jolt. You try to smack him again but only urge him. You gasp and quiver helplessly, toes curling and legs tingling. What do you do?
Oh god, what can you do? This is better than any toy you got hidden in your nightstand. This is an actual man. It's real and it feels so good.
He wraps his arms around your legs and rips you down onto your back as he lifts your pelvis higher. He hums into you and it ripples up to your chest. You hiss and slap the bed as lay defeated.
“Ohhhhh,” you drone out as you succumb to the delightful swirls.
He growls and your breath hitches. He turns his head, just for a moment, and nips your thigh, “louder…”
You mewl and utter his name. It's as much a plea for him to keep going as it is for him to stop. He laps at you again and you cry out. That seems to fuel his fervour as he suckles at you eagerly. 
Your voice rises without your permission. Your whines burst from you as you claw at the blanket and squirm. You can't hold back. It's more than just that moment, it's years of waiting, of wanting.
You don't care that it's not who you wanted. You don't care if anyone else hears. You can't think straight enough for any of that as you call out Thor’s name, bucking your hips desperately into an orgasm.
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I can't stop thinking of possessive fire fighter Thor 😌🥴
welp, nonnie, now I can’t either. maybe you weren’t thinking quite this dark, but… 😅
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Title: Everloving
Pairing: Dark!Thor x Reader
Summary: A one night stand has worse consequences than you ever could have imagined.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Arson, Noncon, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior, Implied Basement-Wife, Stalking, Breeding, Darkfic, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Minors DNI!
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You stare at the ceiling over his shoulder as you catch your breath, your fingernails still dug hard into the muscles rippling beneath his skin. You’re still spiraling back down into yourself when he pulls back, leaning up on his elbows to grin dopily at you. His blond hair falls handsomely across his face, and the corners of his bright blue eyes are crinkled with his smile. 
 “See, Peach?” Thor says with a wink, his breath still a little short. “Told you I would take you to Valhalla.” 
 You raise a hand to your head, fingers curling in your hair as you laugh breathlessly. It’s a corny joke—and it was even cornier when he’d fed you the pick-up line in the bar, complete with his sultry little every girl needs a firefighter, Peach. It had been so corny you’d been left wondering if it was specifically engineered to get you to laugh yourself into his bed, but the earnest look on his face makes you second-guess your two minute drunk assessment. The firefighter’s uniform he’d told you about is hung up on the back of the door, too, lending credence to his honesty. 
 “Why is that funnier the second time?” You say, and he laughs. He eases up off of you, and your cheeks heat as you feel him slip out of your puffy, still throbbing cunt. You sit up, pulling his blanket up over your bare chest self-consciously. Thor, it seems, is just as glorious in nudity as he is clothed, back muscles rippling as he turns to the closet, and pulls out a hand towel to clean himself off. You hear a tinny sounding thud as he tosses the condom into the trash-can next to his desk. He offers you a towel and you take one, hurriedly swiping between your own thighs.
 “Do you want to shower?” He asks over his shoulder. “My roommate’s won’t be back for a few hours, so if you wanted to shower and crash—”
 “That’s okay,” You say quickly, snatching your shirt off of the back of his desk chair, using his blanket as a somewhat unconventional toga while you shimmy into it. “I should get going, it’s pretty late.” You flash him an apologetic smile as you tug up your jeans. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” 
 “No, it’s totally fine, they won’t mind. And maybe tomorrow we could get breakfast—”
 “I don’t think so,” you say stiffly. “I’ve got work in the morning.” 
 “Right, right,” he laughs a little awkwardly, stepping back into his briefs. The elastic snaps as he pulls them back up around his waist. “Well, maybe we could go out another time?” 
 You answer him with a shake of your head. “Sorry, I just, um….” You blow out a breath, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. “I’m not like… looking for a relationship. Right now.” You smile apologetically. “I just, you know. Just got out of one, and it was a whole thing, and I just… I’m not ready, right now for another commitment like that.” His face falls, the boyish grin on his face disappearing as he regards you. 
 “Oh.” 
 “I’m sorry,” you say again, feeling the tension thick in the air between you. “I um. I had fun.”
 “Yeah. Me too.” A look you can’t read crosses his face, and he lifts his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it. He doesn’t say anything else as you shrug back into your jacket and flee his room, navigating back down the dark hallway toward the door. Your sneakers are in a messy heap by the front door where you left them, and you step into them quickly, eager to be out of his apartment. 
 You pull up your rideshare app as you walk down the block, trying to put a little distance between yourself and Thor before you call. For some reason, you don’t want to do it right outside, not that you think he’d watch you through the window like some creeper—
 Or would he?
 Either way, you call when you’ve reached the bodega on the end of his block, and in five minute Jeffery in a white Hyundai Sonata is pulling up to the curb. 
 Omw home. Your text pops into the roommate groupchat, and it’s not thirty seconds before you see three different speech bubbles appear in the bottom left corner. 
 Heather: girl. it’s one-am!!!!
 Bobbie: girl shut up, she was getting her back blown out by that hot blond lmao
 Heather: twisted into pretzels lolll
 Kirsten: none of you are asking the real questions. how was it???????
 You stifle your laughter with your hands, glancing at the rearview mirror before responding. 
 I will be home in ten minutes. You all will just have to wait. You are, of course, greeted by shrill giggles and questions the moment you walk through the door. You deliver the details as painlessly as you can muster, choosing not to describe the heartbroken look on Thor’s face when you’d tried to let him down as gently as you could. 
 “I mean, you’re totally right. You shouldn’t jump into anything so quick, not after Jimmy.” Bobbie nods sagely at you in approval. 
 “I dunno. He seemed sweet,” Kirsten says dreamily. “Might be a nice guy.” 
 “He was looking for a serious girlfriend, K,” you reply, stretching as you turn toward your room. “And I am not doing serious right now. Bobbie’s right.” 
 After a hot shower, you flop tiredly onto your bed and burrow under the covers. You’re still a little sore from earlier, and you bite your lip, wondering if you’d made a mistake. No harm in letting him shoot his shot, right? That’s what Heather had told you in the bar when he’d first begun sending you drinks, and what had rung in your head when your casual conversation had become boldly flirtatious. 
 There are plenty of other fish in the sea for him. You turn over, pressing your face gratefully into the pillow, confident that by tomorrow morning, Thor wouldn’t even remember your name. 
 ——
 The smell of smoke wakes you, only seconds before Bobbie is hurriedly shaking you awake. 
 “Fire! Fire get up now!” 
 Blearily you sit up, registering the shrill beeps of the fire-alarm just before you choke on thick, hot smoke. It’s filling the room, curling against the ceiling as you sit up, shoving your feet into your slippers. Bobbie’s hand is tight around yours as the two of you race for the door, followed by Heather and Kirsten. The hallway is filled with the other residents, everyone rushing out of the building in a crushing stampede. You’re dizzy, your throat hoarse and your eyes red and watering as you and your roommates watch your lives billow up into the night sky. 
 The street outside is chaos as the firetrucks arrive, men in uniform pushing through the crowd. You’re still staring numbly at your burning apartment building when large hands land on your shoulders. 
 “Peach? Peach you okay?” Thor pushes up his visor, his face filled with worry. 
 “She’s inhaled a lot of smoke, she was the last to get out,” Bobbie says worriedly. You’re forced to agree—every breath feels raw, like you’d swallowed some of the fire yourself. “Is there an ambulance coming?”
 “Yes, there is, but if it’s that bad, I should take her to the hospital now,” He says, snapping his visor back down. Thor’s grip is like iron as he steers you towards the back of one of the small response vehicles, and he hands you an oxygen mask and a little tank. “Breathe through this for a little while, Peach. You’ll feel better in no time.” 
 The street is clogged with vehicles, and Thor steers patiently around them while you sit in the back and try to catch your breath. The smell of the fire, the lights and the sound of sirens fade gradually behind you as you watch the building disappear in the rearview mirror. Eventually, all you can see is the thick column of smoke curling into the still dark sky in the distance as Thor gets onto the highway. His blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. 
 “How are you feeling?” He asks. The oxygen is certainly helping, though you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to be feeling quite this light and giggly. Oxygen deprivation makes you high right? Or is that something else?
 “Like I almost got barbecued,” you say, lowering the mask. A hoarse laugh escapes you. “Sorry. But I did almost die.”
 He smiles at you in the mirror. “It’s alright. A bit of morbid humor is to be expected.” You realize with a glance out of the window that you’re far past the hospital. It isn’t funny, but you giggle. In fact, he’ll be out of the city limits in another few minutes. “Besides, It’s probably the nitrous.” You squint at him. 
 “What?”
 “Nitrous Oxide, Peach. In the canister.” He winks at you, though he’s spinning in the rearview—or is it my head? Your limps are limp and uncooperative as you tug at the mask, gasping for air as your vision tunnels. You get it off, but it isn’t enough, and you gape at the air like a fish as you try to swallow it down into your lungs.
 Your ears are ringing, and black spots dance in your vision as you slump sideways over in the seat. The roof of the car swims in and out of focus as you gulp down lungful after lungful of air. You don’t know how long Thor’s been driving when he pulls over—twenty minutes? Thirty? But your head is still buzzing, your vision unfocused when Thor opens the back door. 
 “I am sorry you got hurt, Peach,” he says, managing to sound disgustingly apologetic as he reaches for you. You kick at him, but he’s so big and so coordinated and you are not, and he presses you to the seat, hovering over you like he had earlier this evening. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” 
 His admission drags a ragged sob from your throat as your eyes widen. You wail, your struggles renewing themselves until you’re exhausted. Thor remains immoveable above you, like your efforts have done nothing but delay, and perhaps irritate him. 
 “You set the fire.” He doesn’t deny it.
 “Magnesium shavings and alcohol.” He taps the tip of your nose with a finger.  “I like you so much, Peach. I just… I couldn’t watch you go out again with someone else.” He catches both of your wrists in one large hand and pins them to the seat beneath you. 
 “T-Thor,” your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “S-stop, I—”
 He hushes you with a kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You whimper into his mouth and he swallows it hungrily, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and worrying it until it swells. 
 “I just want to start over,” he repeats your words from the bar, hours—a lifetime—ago back to you, dark sincerity dripping from every word. “Pick up and start over—”
 “Shut up!” You cry, tears welling in your frightened eyes. “You don’t know me!”
 “Maybe not yet,” he hums, dragging his lips down the salty tracks over the curve of your cheek. “But we have time.” The fingers of his free hand slip beneath the loose elastic waistband of your pajama pants to cup your bare pussy. He heaves a pleased sigh. “No panties? Peach you are truly a treasure.” He parts your lips with sure, unhurried motions, his fingers sliding through your folds. 
 You try to close your thighs around his hand, but he doesn’t let you, wedging himself between your thighs. 
 “P-please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—” You babble apologies that he doesn’t seem to hear, his touches ironically soft and unhurried. “Thor please—!” His lips crush against yours again, turning the words into a frightened squeak. 
 “What’s the matter, Peach?” He asks, trailing down your jaw and over your pulse point. “Nothing we haven’t done before.” Thor’s pleased little hum makes shame curl in your belly. You’re wet. You know you are, and you hate yourself for it as he draws his fingers back and forth, spreading the slick through your folds with practiced ease. “See? She even remembers me.”
 Thor circles your entrance with gentle strokes, and you huff through your teeth to hide the whine that threatens to tumble from your lips. You hate him, his soft persistent kisses, the drag of his fingers through your traitorously aching folds. You hate it because it feels good, because he’s making it feel good, because it feels like you’re shattering into a thousand fractured shards in his capable hands, and you get the feeling that he wants you to. 
 Can’t fix what isn’t broken.
 You whimper at the burning stretch of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding deliciously against your clit. When you clench your teeth against the pleasure, Thor clucks his tongue at you. 
 “Let it feel good, Peach,” he coos, scissoring his fingers inside of you. Your breath hitches loudly in your throat, and Thor moans deeply at the sight, leaning down to suck a bruise onto your collarbone. “You don’t have to be in control anymore. You can let go.” He mumbles the words darkly against your skin as you feel his hips shift up. 
“You can just let me—” Thor reaches between your bodies, tugging the band of his briefs down over the thick shaft of his cock. “Do the thinking for both of us.” He groans as it pops out from under the elastic, slapping against the puffy, slick lips of your pussy. 
 Thor’s lips part in a soft “o” as he slides his cock back and forth, eyes rolling up to stare sightlessly through the roof of the car. His fingers dig into the fleshy curve of your hip, the other forcing your wrists down harder into the seat cushion. Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes and running down into your hair, acceptance settling like lead as you realize this is happening. 
 The head of his cock throbs hard as he pushes it against your swollen clit. You push down on the pleasure as hard as you can, trying not to let it show on your face. It’s useless though, as your thighs begin to tremble around his hips from the steady pressure at your clit. You writhe, trying in vain to buck him off. You only succeed in pushing yourself against him, pleasure rolling in sticky warm waves up your spine. 
 “N-no, ah—” You’re cumming then, your words are lost in the choked sob that tightens your throat. Cheeks flush with heat, you turn tear-filled eyes to Thor’s. He looks at you with an manic kind of joy, his fever bright eyes drinking in every detail. Your pussy is still throbbing, clenching tightly around nothing when Thor begins to line the head of his cock up with your cunt. He sinks in slowly, cursing as you squeeze down around him. 
 “Better with no condom, isn’t it Peach?” He says hoarsely, chuckling. “Not that that one made much of a difference,” Thor sinks in to the base, the heavy weight of his balls slapping wetly against you as he revels in the feel of you. “Poked it full of holes, just in case.” 
 He doesn’t give you time to mull over the words before he’s sliding out, sparks shooting in front of your open eyes as his cock drags along your walls. Thor groans as he fills you again, loosing your wrists so that he can anchor you to him with both hands. There is room in your foggy head for shame, but it does nothing to stop the sticky sweet rush of pleasure as he fucks into you with abandon, the truck rocking hard with his efforts. 
 What’s worse is that you can hear it, the lewd wet noise it makes as he slides into your welcoming cunt. You whine low in your throat as he pinches your clit between two fingers, rolling it back and forth until you’re twitching underneath him. Thor laughs. 
 “See?” He asks breathlessly. “And you say I don’t know you.” He leans down to kiss you again, swallowing the pathetic little cry you let out as he drags you over the edge. You hate that he’s all around you, in you, everywhere, filling you up until you’re overflowing. 
 When you cum, again it’s with Thor’s tongue in your mouth, and his throbbing cock in your cunt. He moans against your lips as his hips still, and dimly, you’re aware of slow, sticky heat settling in your core. He doesn’t move, his body pinning you to the seat. When he finally leans away, you try your best to pull your t-shirt back down over your bare breasts, staring stubbornly at the back of the front seat. 
 “Oh, Peach, don’t be mad at me,” he says, tucking his fingers beneath your chin. He pulls until it hurts, and you’re forced to look at him. You hate that he’s still inside of you, his cum leaking out to pool on the seat underneath your ass. He reaches down beneath the seat for something, but you can’t quite see it. “We’re going to be so good together.” 
 He produces the nitrous tank and mask, and your eyes widen with fear as you begin to struggle. It isn’t hard for him to push it against your face, though, and you hear a squeak as he twists open the valve. The gas rushes into the mask with a hiss, and it only takes a few panicked breaths before your vision begins to dim.
 “You’ll see.” 
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Old Scars, New Blood Masterlist
Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)
Status: In Progress
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straywords · 2 years
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@syntheticavenger​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters, Thor, Loki
Themes: possessive behavior, manipulation, gaslighting, non-con, dub-con, forced marriage, forced relationship, forced pregnancy, non-con bdsm.
@cherienymphe​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Natasha Romanoff, Druig, Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill), Ransom Thrombey, Rafe Cameron, The Joker (Jared Leto), Michael Gray, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Steve Kemp, Chris Evans, Harry Styles
Themes: Yandere, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence, blood play, twisted views of love, possession, kidnapping, exophilia (werewolves, vampires, etc), forced pregnancy, power imbalances
@honeydulcewrites​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Henry Cavill
Themes: kidnapping, corruption kink, possessive/controlling behavior, cnc,  dubcon, humiliation, dumbification kink, bdsm, Stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, ddlg
@angrythingstarlight​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Destroyer! Chris, Ransom Drysdale
Themes: dark!reader, gaslighting, kidnapping, dub/con, murder, possessive behavior, bdsm, jealousy, exophilia, abuse of power, omegaverse, age gap, basement wife, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, and most kinks including somnophilia.
@xsapphirescrollsx​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Superman/Clark Kent, Arthur Curry
Themes: dub-con/non-Con, possessive behavior
@awesomerextyphoon​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Sam Wilson
Themes: Dub/Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drug Use, Obsessive Behavior, Light Bondage, Yandere
@bamposworld​ - masterlist
Characters: Peter Parker
Themes: gaslighting, power imbalances, non con/Dub-Con and codependent behavior, soft dark
@queenoftheworldisdead​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker, Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, Brad Pitt and Keanu Reeves
Themes: non-con/dub con, bondage, breeding kink
@rustytricycle​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Loki, and Andy Barber.
Themes:  dub-con, non-con, drugging, possessive and obsessive behavior, kidnapping, gaslighting, abuse of power, knife play and blood play, somnophilia, forced pregnancy, forced abortion, murder, forced medical procedures, gagging, violence, injury, restraints, forced voyeurism, dark readers
@geniedetails - masterlist
Characters: Chris Evans RPF, Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes
Themes: stalking, infatuation, kidnapping, corruption, forced parenthood, authority, Stockholm Syndrome
@darksideofthecocoamoon​ - masterlist
Characters: Peter Parker, Arvin Russell, Timothée Chalamet, Paul Atreides, Laurie Laurence, King Hal 
Themes: dub con, non con, stalking, manipulative and possessive behavior, kidnapping, gaslighting, abuse of power, knife play and breath play, somnophilia, forced breeding, gagging, violence and death, injury, blasphemy, bondage
@boxofbonesfic​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Marvel, LOTR, Star Wars, Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters
Themes: obsessive/possessive and toxic behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, dubcon/noncon.
@jamalflanagan​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Bucky Barnes, tasm! Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Thor, Ransom Drysdale, Robert Pronge, Hela, Sif & the warriors 3, Bryce Langley, Lee Bodecker, Andy Barber, Nick Fowler
Themes: stalking, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, possessive behavior, dubious consent, murder, controlling behavior, forced breeding, bdsm, abuse, kidnapping
@strangeprincex  - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Stephen Strange, Valkyrie, Wanda Maximoff, Loki
Themes: Possessive behaviour, violence and threatening behaviour, non-con sex, bdsm and humiliation, kidnapping, hypnosis, blasphemy, body horror and angst.
@avintagekiss24​ - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Andy Barber, Steve Kemp
Themes: non-con/dub con, kidnapping, manipulation, BDSM, stalking, degradation
@golden-ariess​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers
Themes: stalking, possessive/ controlling behavior. Slight Stockholm syndrome.
@hauntedelation - masterlist - ao3
Characters: Bucky Barnes and Sebastian Stan characters, Thor, Loki , Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Steven Grant/Marc Spector
Themes: dubcon/non con sexual activity, possessive behavior, stalking, manipulation, age gap, cheating, violence, and gore
@gothgirlmahi​ - masterlist
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Thor.
Themes: non con, obsessive/unrequited love, manipulation, and kidnapping
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justjams2003 · 1 year
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Thundering return
Cha~ idfk hello:) I want more dark Thor >:( Please somebody, I need it. Or mob boss Thor, anything where he is doing something criminal >:(
Pairing: Dark!Thor x slave!wife!reader
Warnings: Mentions of previous rape, manipulation, stockholm syndrome type situation, violent sex, degrading, praising.
Summary: Thor comes home lustful after a heavy battle in need for a release. (Basically just smut)
Word count: 1.6k, not edited also it’s 1:30 am
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When you first got hear, the sound of a storm made yours body quiver with fear. Fear of Thor, of his return. A clear sign that his mood is unstable and most likely you will be forced into the cross fires of that anger. You will be used to relieve that frustration, in any way he possibly sees fit.
After all, your marriage was forced. Your father and the all father coming to agreement. You were seen as one of the most beautiful maidens, creatures to have lived, right under the gods of course. And so you were married off and Thor was in complete defiance.
Yet still, he was over protective of you. Not allowed out without him by your side or a select view guards. Not allowed to make eye contact with any man nearby. Not to speak without his before-decided permission. All outfits had to be seen by him before any other could see.
It confused you at first, his quick mood changes. One moment he’d be cherishing your whole being with such devouring eyes. Protecting you at all costs and making sure not another would even think of upsetting you. You were happy about the marriage, having heard many good things about him.
But at nights when thunderstorms were booming loud and he took you without question, you put up a fight. As any other would. That would only upset him more. But soon he convinced you and made you realise this is how he shows his love. He’s tired and angry and then he turns to you to comfort him.
To you, he goes to you for relief. You can’t go on without him. He is the reason you have all these lavish gowns and feasts upon feasts. People protecting you from the horrors outside of the castle walls. You have the most handsome prince in all nine realms relishing your body. And so you realised how much you need him. Giving yourself to him fully and allowing yourself to be happy here.
So when thunderclouds began to form late in the afternoon, your heart raced wildly. Finally he is to return from his battle. He’s been gone at least two weeks now and it has been hell for you. Beyond lonely as you are usually to accompany Thor everywhere.
And so when you awoke just slightly past midnight with a huge boom and clap of thunder you immediately grew wet with anticipation. Urgently your closest maiden rushes in, slamming the doors open. “His Majesty has returned and demands your greeting at once,” she says, already helping her exit.
Thor is first in the greeting hall. His blonde hair is dripping wet, similar to how you are feeling. His eyes are filled with a dark cyclone. Just then as those tempestuous blue eyes land on your figure, a massive lightning bolt hits the ground. Illuminating the everything behind Thor, making him seem like only a dark shadow.
“Wife...” His voice is dripping with lust and yet his eyes filled with anger, jealousy and an emotion indescribable to you. Then you realise. Thor’s fighting company is right behind him. The Warriors Three, Sif and even Loki. They all respect you and fear you far too much to even look at your form.
He had called to you and you came without even thinking. Leaving in only a night gown, one made of satin and silk. Perfectly falling over your curves like a waterfall smooths over rocks. Thor grabs you, right by the waist. Pressing your body as close to him as you can.
You follow his lead, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. Bringing him in even closer. “We will discuss this in the bedroom.” He states, with a low growl into your ear. “For now you will stand behind me as I greet my friends for the night.” He commands to you, his voice low and trilling.
And so you listened and followed his every word. Waiting as he allows your maid to leave, commanding her to start with feast plans. He greets his friends with joyous laughter and an adrenaline filled hug. And finally when they were all gone, he turned to you.
His eyes switching from fire to lightning. He does not speak a single word but simply grabs you closer by the neck once more. His lips grapple around yours, his hands dropping mjolnir with a thud. Causing you to jump slightly and he easily takes that as an opportunity to do both pull you up to wrap your legs around his waist and devour his tongue into your mouth.
His hands squeezes onto your waist and the other holding onto your ass for dear life. Bruises will most definitely be left there within the next hour. Soon, not even sure how it was that soon, you reach the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed without much care.
“You whore!” Is his very first words, watching your every move and every curve in his body. Again a bolt strikes, he also begins removing his clothes. His cape falling, chain-mail clattering to the floor. “I spend two weeks away, surrounded by women throwing themselves at me.” His voice gruffs out as he continues.
Each time he wants to put extra care to a word thunder would boom or lightning would strike. “And I had to keep myself away from them. For your sake! To keep you happy, keep our image clean.” He explained, as if it is such a big thing to do.
But to you, it does. To you it is the most obvious thing in the world. You weren’t allowed around a select few men, not allowing you to be seduced. Thor doesn’t have that same privilege. Having to keep his mind pure without someone there to help him. Sure to others it makes no sense, but you’re so in love it only makes sense to you.
“Then the first thing you do, is show up in that! In front of Loki even!” Thor is sacred of losing you, to anybody. Especially to Loki, not that he had done much to deserve such treatment. “That...” he mumbles out, finally dropping his pants. Allowing his massive girth to show fully.
He purrs, crawling onto the bed and fiddling with the night slip. “This is not much to cover yourself with,” he seems to chuckle. Then, just to show how much stronger he is than you, he rips the garment right from your skin. Another bolt hits when he sees your body in full.
The blue light creating shadows on your perfect curve. The colour just sending thrills down Thor’s spine, his colour lighting up your body. He lets out a corrupt chuckle. “By Gods, you my dear are so perfectly crafted,” he mutters, taking in to see each part of you.
“I quite like seeing blue on you,” he announces, his cock right on your clit. Both of you slippery and so ready for each other. “Oh fuck,” you moan out feeling him rub himself on you. Feeling just how big he gets from seeing you. Then his mouth is all over your body.
Kissing and sucking on each part of flesh that will be seen when wearing any garment. Leaving hickeys that will turn blue by the morning. So that everyone can see who exactly you belong to. The whole time rubbing his girth up and down your clit and vulva.
At that point you were coming close, he knew how to get you there even if it is with just his cock. Meaning that he knows damn well just how close your are becoming. He removes himself from you. His dark eyes lit with joy at the whines that leave your mouth.
“You dark get to whine, you pretty little slut.” He warns you, flaring his nostrils with annoyance. “This is for me and me alone. You are to take my cock like the good scant pet you are.” He commands, lifting your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your hole.
“Yes, my prince,” you’ve been trained well. Knowing exactly how to respond to him. He smirks at this and thrusts himself deep inside you. He moans out, burrowing his face in your neck. “So tight for your husband,” he mutters out. You can’t help but wince and also moan from the sheer size of him.
Even after each time it is still so hard to take him all in. Your legs wrapping around him to bring him in even deeper. Have himself close to you just to ground yourself. Your head lolling back as he pounds into you. Your mind going numb from the pure pleasure.
In between he leaves praises and then calling you exactly the opposite. And finally when Thor feels himself coming closer, he lifts you up higher. To get himself deeper in you. Perfectly hitting your pelvic bone, hitting your clit just right.
“Tomorrow you will have my cum leaking out of you.” He commands, knowing full well this will go on for most of the night. Cumming deep into you over and over again. Just like now, hot liquid spewing deep inside of you, allowing you to do the same with him deep inside you.
Thor used you in every way he could that night. Leaving marks all over you, leaving your body a hot, gushing mess. And finally when he decided rest is needed, to have you looking for the feast. “You’re sleeping naked from now on.” Is the last thing he says to you.
A/N : So I missed the birthday post...because I kept coming up with new ideas. But I promise I am like,,,,, 5000 words away from being finished? It’s worth the hype, to me at least, I have bee planning it for like 3 years now. Anyways, I am a whore for dark!Thor. Which, doesn’t really fit in my story so here we are. (Thank you for all the followers btw and to everyone still supporting even though I am so inconsistent.) 
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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Worthy
Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader
Warnings: nothing too bad in this one, creepiness, swearing, mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, sadness, mild depression, anxiety, therapy and counseling, smut at the end (not graphic), if i missed something please let me know. things will progress as we go, please heed the warnings)
Summary: After leaving a toxic relationship, you take the advice of a friend and seek help.....
A/n: This my very first dark anything, as well as Thor, be gentle with me lol im making this a small series for my lovely friend @springdandelixn 💙 like I mentioned it will progress....keep your flashlights handy..... love you guys!!!!
Part One-
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You scroll further down the page, unsure what exactly your looking for....someone to listen....someone who won't judge you. You sigh, you friend Maya's words echoing through your head "you need to talk to someone, this isn't healthy to bottle everything up." She had said over coffee "I am, I'm talkng to you." You laughed seeing her shake her head "a professional y/n." She said sternly making you frown. And here you were, scrolling the endless pages of the internet in search of a "professional."
You sighed again, your thumb sliding across the screen on your phone when it caught your eye "Odinison Health and Rehabilitation." You aren't sure what possessed you as you pressed your thumb to the name, their website popping up as you scrolled down seeing their services, counseling being among the many. "Hmm, this might work." You said to yourself, your thumb hovering over the number. You had always told yourself counseling was a joke, a ploy for doctors to get money from the weak..but everything you had been through the last year......
You quicky dialed the number before you changed your mind, your heart racing more with each ring when a lady picked up "Odinson Health, how may I help you." She asked. "Umm...hi, I was...well you see I saw your website.." you trailed off trying to get your thoughts together "were you interested in one of our services ma'am?" She asked a little too politely "uuhh yes....counseling?" You asked, dragging your nails across the table "yes, we have a few different counselors but I would highly recommend one of the owners." She said, you could hear her smile through the phone. "Oh..ok." you hesitated hearing her fingers pressing the keys on her keyboard "ok, so the Odinson's are brothers, one specializes in psychology and med management, the other specializes in crisis situations, as well as general and family counseling, which would you prefer?" She asks typing.
"Err...um the general counselor I suppose?" You asked looking out of the window seeing a bird land on your window sill. "Ok great, Dr Odinson has a few available spots open, let me just see.." She trailed off typing away. "ok, he has an opening tomorrow at three for a consultation, does that work?" She asked "yeah that should be fine." You said tapping your fingers on the table. "Ok your all set for tomorrow, and he will go over his treatment plan with you then." She said "ok thank you." You said quickly hanging up. Releasing the breath you were holding you set your phone down deciding to finally do the sink of dishes that had been staring at you for days wondering what tomorrow would bring.
ooOOoo
You sat in your car staring at the building in front of you willing yourself to go inside, looking down seeing it was almost three you took a deep breath "ok...you can do this, what's the worst that could happen?" You asked yourself shutting your car off. You grabbed your keys and phone heading inside, seeing two ladies sitting behind either side of a long counter "hi! Can I help you?" The one looks up smiling, her like dark hair flowing past her shoulders "y..yes...I'm here to see Dr Odinson." You say fidgeting with your keys "which one?" The other lady snaps. "Um...counseling." you say quietly, afraid she'll bark at you again "oh great! Your in the right place then." The dark haired lady smiled.
You finished your paperwork, sitting in the waiting room absently scrolling through your phone when a text popped up. You wanted to ignore it, pretend you had never seen it. You had spent the last month pretending he never existed, the reason you were currently sitting waiting to talk to a compete stranger about your entire life. You sighed, deciding against your better judgment to open the message.
Shaun- Baby, why won't you talk to me? You know why I did what I did. If you had kept up with your responsibilities I wouldn't have looked elsewhere, I'm not the one to blame here. Now text me back and stop being childish.
You sat there staring at the screen, not sure how to react. It was true the last few months of your relationship had been rocky at best. Between you both working all the time and him hanging out with his friends you had no time together, let alone the energy for any intimacy. Somedays it took all you had to just climb into bed at night before doing it all over again. Hence the night you came home from work to another woman in your bed. A pang of sadness ran through you at the memory...
"That's it baby...mm God you feel so good." You heard Shaun moan through the door, the faceless woman moaning his name loudly as the headboard banged against the wall. You had told your boss you wanted to leave early to surprise your boyfriend with dinner, you weren't prepared for the surprise you had waiting for you. "Do i feel better then her daddy?" You heard the woman moan as tears welled in your eyes "so much better baby...she could never compare to this perfect cunt." You heard Shaun growl, hearing a loud thud against the wall.
You turned from the closed door, making you way to the kitchen you took the boxes of take out out of their bags, placing them in the fridge before sitting at the table, waiting. You weren't sure how long you sat there dazed when you heard voices coming down the hall "she's gonna be home soon, but I'll call you later baby. Maybe we can meet up again tomorrow?" You heard him ask opening the front door "anything for you..daddy." the woman replied before your heard the door shut, footsteps making their way into the kitchen stopping suddenly "how long have you been here?" Shaun asked. You looked up seeing his hair a mess, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers "long enough." You sighed looking down.
"Miss y/n?" You heard your name called, snapping you back to now, seeing a dark haired man standing in the doorway with a clipboard "I'm here, sorry." You said grabbing your keys following him. "So as you know you'll be seeing Dr odinson, this is strictly a consultation, so any questions you have feel free to ask ok?" He said smiling "ok, I will." You said as he led you to a closed door knocking on it "come in." You heard a deep booming voice on the other side sending a jolt through you "don't worry, he's a bit loud but he's really very nice." The man said opening the door. You took a deep breath, walking inside as the man closed the door behind you making you jump.
"Ah, you must me miss y/n, I'm Dr Odinson, but please, call me Thor." The man said standing from behind his desk. He smiled widely as he walked around, holding his hand out your eyes met the bluest ones you had ever seen, shining at you like diamonds through the glasses that seemed to frame his face perfectly "h..hi, I'm y/n." You stuttered, slowly reaching for his hand. "Yes, you are." He smiled "come, have a seat and we can talk." He said gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You slowly sat down watching him walk around taking his seat, his large frame taking up a majority of the chair "so miss y/n, what brings you here today?" He asked, leaning his elbows on the desk, his large hands cupped together under his chin "Well, you see....I have a friend who said I needed to talk to someone, so here i am." You said looking down at your feet.
"Y/n, look at me." He said sternly making your eyes shoot to his "there you are." He smiled "now, I'm glad you have friends who are looking out for you but there must be a reason you decided to come today." He said watching you intently. "Umm...well i..." you trailed off, looking around the room seeing his diploma hung on the wall, as well as a painting of a lightning storm behind him. "Y/n..." he said making you look at him again "i...I recently left a bad relationship, a..and I'm having alot of issues." You said quietly seeing him nod "and well, I'm told I'm bottling it up." You said fidgeting with your keys again. "Do you feel like you are bottling it up?" He asked leaning forward a bit "I guess...maybe. I don't know." You sighed seeing him pick up a pen, writing something on his notepad.
"Can you briefly tell me what happened?" He asked looking up at you, his eyes boring into you "um, well i..I'd rather not." You said balling your fist "well y/n, in order for me to help you, we need to talk about it." He smiled. "I just..I don't think I'm ready. I'm sorry I wasted your time," you said, quickly getting to your feet as he did making your way to the door "wait y/n, please." He said, following you, placing a large hand on the door as you grabbed the handle "I apologize, I wasn't trying to force you." He said quietly, feeling the heat from his chest against your back, his frame towering over you making you crane your head to look at him, his cologne hitting your nose reminding you of sunshine and rain storms "please, let's sit back down hm?" He asked, not moving his hand from the door.
You took a deep breath, dropping your hand from the door you slowly walked back to your chair, this time he grabbed another chair setting it next to you as he sat down facing you, his knee brushing yours "I understand your apprehension, you don't know me as I don't know you, but you must understand I only wish to help you." He said, his eyes almost too bright to look at as you nodded. "Very good, now tell me..when was the last time you ate? And not junk food either." He asked leaning forward "oh...um a few days." You said seeing him nod "and the last time you truly relaxed, just let your mind go?" He continued "oh..never probably." You said with a small laugh.
You shifted in your seat feeling his gaze intensify. "Well y/n, I think your friend is right. I think you are trying to cope, but in an unhealthy manner." He said "but do not worry, I'm here for you." He smiled, his hand grazing your thigh as he shifted making you stiffen. "I will take very good care of you." He continued, placing his large hand on your knee squeezing "umm, well doctor odins...." you started "please, call me Thor." He said squeezing your knee again, his touch feeling electric as the door flew open, a dark haired man storming inside as Thor retracted his hand.
"I told you to meet me thirty minutes ago." The man snapped crossing his arms "as you can see, I am with a patient." Thor said standing up. "Yes, I can see that I'm not daft Thor, when will you be finished?" The man asked, his deep emerald eyes glaring at you "give me five minutes." Thor said walking around to the other side of his desk as the other man sighed, leaving the room. "Please, forgive my brother, he can be quite impatient." Thor laughed shifted through some papers "Brother?" You asked, looking at Thor's dark blonde hair and large build compared to the other man's raven hair and lithe build "yes..adopted." Thor said matter of factly as you nodded.
"Ok, y/n I would like to begin seeing you once a week to begin your treatment." Thor said writing something down "that often?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "yes, I believe whatever happened with this.."relationship" has put a great deal on you, and I want to help you." He said air quoting. "I'm not sure I can afford that." You said as he stood, rounding the desk again "I told you y/n..I will take care of you. You have nothing to worry about" He smiled, handing you an appointment card, your fingers brushing his sending a shock through your finger tips. You looked down seeing your appointment was in a few days as you stood up, slipping it into your pocket "ok, thank you doct...Thor." You corrected seeing him smile "good girl, now come." He said, a shiver running through you at his praise making you feel uneasy.
He opened the door, waving you in front of him as he locked his door following behind you. "Now y/n, I want you to go home, take a nice hot bath, slip into your softest nightgown and...relax." He smiled, his eyes traveling up and down your body making you tense "are you ready Thor?" You heard the man before "family...am I right?" He smiled again as you chuckled nervously "I shall see you in a few days miss y/n." He said tilting his head "see you then." You said, hurrying towards the door, looking back seeing his eyes hadn't left you you quickly walked out, making your way to your car as fast as you could.
ooOOoo
You drove home, thinking about the interaction with the doctor. Maybe he's a toucher...you thought to yourself getting out of the car, remembering the grip he had on your knee, his large hand splayed across the door when you tried to leave. You could still feel his eyes on you, sending a shiver down your spine as you walked into your apartment, dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. You looked around sighing as you took in the silence. It had been a month since you moved out of your shared apartment with Shaun and you still weren't used to it. You walked to your room, pulling out your silk night gown laying it out on your bed, grabbing a towel you headed to the bathroom, sitting on the tub you turned the water on, pouring in your favorite lilac scented bubble bath, watching the tub fill as you undressed, stepping in lowering yourself into the hot water you closed your eyes, laying back letting it work the tension from your muscles.
"That's it muffin...relax for me." he whispered in your ear making you sigh, feeling his large hand slowly run up your thigh. "I need to see if you taste as sweet as you sound." He cooed, his lips slowly trailing down your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin making your back arch. "Ah ah, be a good girl and hold still." He said, his deep voice vibrating through you as he lowered himself between your legs, spreading his hand across your stomach. "Mm..you smell exquisite." He growled, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, nipping at the sensative skin as your fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer.
"Eager are we?" He laughed, hooking your legs over his wide shoulders. "Don't worry muffin...I'll take good care of you." He purred, placing a soft kiss on your hip bone. "Aaahh....y....yes.....please...." you moaned, trying to rock closer to him, whining as his hand on your stomach held you in place, his large biceps locking your legs around him "I thought you were going to be my good girl." He said, his breath grazing your flesh "i..I am..I'm s...sorry." you breathed, trying to hold as still as possible. "That's right....show me you are worthy..." he trailed off. You opened your eyes, seeing the white ceiling looking down your eyes met electric blue ones seeing him smile as his lips met you skin..
You jolted up, water splashing to the floor as you gripped the side of the tub. "Holy shit." You breathed, running a hand through your hair. You looked down seeing the bubbles had dissipated, still able to feel his hands on you...his warmth seeping into you. "I need a vacation." You muttered, standing up wrapping the towel around yourself heading into your bedroom. You quickly changed, laying in bed you stared at the ceiling, the dream about your doctor leaving an uneasy feeling inside you, deciding it might be best to look for a different therapist as you closed your eyes hoping for a dreamless sleep.
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our-destiny · 1 year
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Hi!💕🤠
Can I request a yandere Thor bestie hcs?
Thank you for your time💜💟💐💙💚
Of course you can! This is probably very ooc because I haven't watched the films in a while but I tried :')
Trigger Warnings: Threatening (not towards reader)
Yandere Best friend Thor headcanons
I feel like Thor would be very over the top with you to the point where you would brush off his yandere behavior as just normal Thor.
He would be obsessive, delusional, harmless and a bit protective.
He's one of those friends where he wants to be around you 24/7, he constantly follows you around or if he has to do something he's dragging you along too.
We know he's a very loud person in general and it's no different with you, Thor always makes sure you have a good time, he loves to make you laugh.
I feel like he doesn't realize that his behavior is wrong. He's the equivalent of an excited puppy.
He doesn't get why you wouldn't want to be around him, he makes you happy, you two have a great time together. He's delusional in the sense that he just doesn't see why you would hate him, it's not even a possibility in his mind.
Even if you say to him that you dont want to be around him, he'll just think it's because you don't enjoy your time together and he'll try to improve and make you happy. Which just results in him spending more time with you to prove it.
Thor would never hurt you, he'll never even be mad at you. He might get a bit annoyed but it won't be too serious and he'll get over it in no time. He knows you'll do better so he forgives you.
He also won't hurt anyone else. He doesn't get jealous easily, he's always around you so when someone else talks to you or takes your attention away he can easily get it back. As long as he also gets to spend some time with you he doesn't mind.
Thor is a little protective over you, everyone he loved has died and he doesn't want to lose you. To keep you safe he just follows you around and, like a guard dog, tries to scare people away from a distance. If they still don't get the hint not to mess with you then he'll get them alone and threaten them, and after that they leave you alone cause being threatened by the God of Thunder and King of Asgard is quite scary.
This ^ also goes for romantic partners. You don't need anyone but Thor. Don't worry, he'll be there to help you when your partner suddenly breaks up with you for no reason.
Overall Thor is just an excited puppy that really wants to be included and not have any more of his family die :)
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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years
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The King's Midgardian
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Summary: Will you submit to the King and finally understand how much you actually need him?
Pairing: dark!soft!daddy!Thor x little!reader
Warnings: dark themes, forced age regression, mentions of kidnapping, stockholm syndrome
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You have been in the dungeons now for 2, no, 3 weeks? You honestly didn't know how long, having lost track of time. The only thing that lets you know if it's day or night is the lights being turned off and on.
You don't know how you ended up here. Actually, you do. Thor said it was because you were disobedient and that you needed to be taught a lesson, understanding that he does this because he loves you.
His sick image of love and care consists of letting him baby you and treat you like a child. There is no way you were going to give in to him.
You couldn't look out of your cell or hear anything outside, the magic barriers preventing you from doing so.
You had nothing in your cell except for a mattress and a colorful blanket. You received food and water two times a day. At first, you threw it around and refused to eat it, but if you were too weak to even move a muscle Thor would have visited you and forced you to swallow the food and water.
Every day is a new battle in your mind to keep sane and not give in to the voices in the back of your head.
You need him.
Let him take care of you.
He is the only one who cares for you.
No, that's not true! You had a family and they must be worried sick, right? They love you.
You placed your hands over your ears, rocking back and forth on your 'bed', whispering to yourself that you'd be free soon and safe in your family's arms.
When you opened your eyes again you gasped. There sat the teddy bear you had since your childhood on the other side of the cell. You immediately crawled over to it, your legs too weak to carry your body, and picked it up. You let out a sob and hugged it.
"Thank you" you whispered not exactly knowing to who, a small part of your brain was just happy to have some comfort.
Thor smiled, standing before your cell with his arms crossed, enjoying seeing you smile for the first time in weeks. He can't wait to see this all the time, but he still has to wait just for a little longer. You're so close to submitting, he knows you are, you have no other choice.
Your cell was far away from the others, Thor took care of that. He doesn't want the other inmates to stare at you, not even the guards were allowed to walk past your cell.
"You know, I could speed up the process anytime," Loki said while walking over to him, making Thor advert his eyes from you to his brother.
"I know, but I want her to do it herself. It won't take long anyways. She will lay in my arms tomorrow" he said watching you talk and cuddle to your stuffie. "Are my chambers ready?"
"Yes, everything is just how you requested," Loki nodded.
They saw you laying down with your teddy under your chin and Thor let the lights be turned off.
The next day you were arguing with yourself, about whether you should just give up or keep fighting, but for what? You tried to fight and now you were in this cell, all alone. You were exhausted, your mind was a puddle and you couldn't think straight anymore.
Would it be so bad to submit to him? He was King and you would be his queen, more specifically his princess. He would do anything for you and it isn't like you didn't enjoy the good moments you had with Thor before you acted out and tried to escape.
Thor took care of you as no one else had before, not even your own parents. Your childhood was a mess and there were plenty of things you couldn't do when you were a child, and Thor made you feel...loved.
You shook your head. No! He kidnapped you! He mentally manipulated you and threatened that your friends and family could be harmed if you didn't listen.
He saved you.
He does this because he cares for you.
Daddy loves you!
Daddy. That word had felt like poison on your tongue when Thor forced you to call him that. But on the other hand, he praised you and smiled brightly any time you did. He had a gorgeous smile and you would be lying saying you didn't smile as well every time.
That made you think of how he had been holding you every night, how you had been sitting on his lap in the throne room. Being his first priority when you made a sound of discomfort.
You now realize how much you actually needed his comforting touch, his calming hums, the reassuring that he will protect and care for you forever.
"Thor," you whispered into your stuffie and started to sniffle, looking around your cell made you feel even more lonely. "Wan cuddles."
All you wanted was to be in his arms, you would be even happy just to hear his voice again, anything. You were getting frustrated.
"I submit to you!" you yelled and stood up with the remaining strength you had.
You were done, you're tired of fighting, you're tired of waiting for help, you just want him.
You need him.
"Pwease!" you cried out but nothing happened and you fell to your knees. "Daddy!"
A few seconds later you felt arms wrapping around you. Looking up you let out a sob when you saw Thor smiling at you with sympathy.
"I'm here, princess," he said and picked you up, starting to walk out of the cell when you suddenly tapped his chest violently. "What's wrong?"
"Teddy..." you mumbled and Thor turned around, seeing your stuffie discarded on the mattress.
He made his way over and leaned down so you could grab it and he smirked when you grabbed the fluffy blanket as well.
While Thor was walking through the palace the people passing you bowed before him but didn't dare look at you, scared of what the King would do to them.
The chamber doors opened themselves and closed behind him. Your eyes widen when you looked around. Thor must have moved rooms because this one was way bigger than his old one and has baby furniture but for your size.
Besides the big bed was a crib that has chains strapped to the bars, a changing table in one corner, there was a small bookshelf with what you assumed were books for children, and a rocking chair standing next to it. What also got your attention was the open toy chest that was filled with toys to the brim, even on the carpet that was laying before it were toys scattered around.
"Let's give you a bath and then it's time for you to go sleep, we have a lot to discuss tomorrow," Thor told you and made his way to the bathroom.
The tub was already filled to the top, with the scent of lavender. He set you down and wanted to take your comfort items from your hands but your grip was tight.
"We don't want them to get wet, now do we?" he asked and you shook your head. "Words please."
"No, daddy," you mumbled and Thor started to strip you out of your clothes, making you blush when you stood naked before him. It made you so humiliated.
He smirked and picked you back up, lowered you into the warm water, and started to wash your hair and body.
You sighed and leaned in his touch when he scratched the soap in your hair.
"Does that feel good, little one?" he asked and when you hummed he chuckled.
Soon he was finished and you were laying in the crib with your stuffie and blankie, in cute disney pj's he must have gotten from earth.
Thor grabbed one of your ankles and cuffed it to one of the bars.
"Now, get some rest " he said and kissed your forehead. "Goodnight, little one."
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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Last Minute Encounters
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Summary: The owner of the bake shop in your new neighborhood is a little over-friendly.
Warnings: Nothing to worry about but Thor is a warning himself.
Characters: Dark!Baker!Thor x F!Reader
A/N: Thor is one of the men I truly adore. Hence, I made a drabble to honor him especially since today is his day. Thor’s Day lmao. This plot has also been sitting in my drafts for a while and I felt that maybe this is the right time to introduce Baker!Thor into the world. (gif not mine)
As always, even if this is simply a drabble, your feedback is highly appreciated. Reblogs would be amazing as well for it will help my work flourish. May you guys have a great day ahead and of course, I hope you enjoy this! ❤️
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A sigh of relief escapes you when you see the open sign of the bakery still glowing into the night. Pulling your puffer tighter around your waist, you look at both sides before crossing the road, the sound of the heels of your boots clacking against the asphalt bouncing off through the empty street. You take slow steps, careful not to slip against the icy floor but once you reach the other side, you see the sign close, your heart beating fast in panic as you race towards the door. 
“Please—” You say as you stand by the entryway, coming face to face with a burly man, golden hair held up in a bun with strands falling from the sides, with a stubble to match his features. He wears an apron over a red plaid shirt and with the way he looks at you, you see his eyes a striking blue.
“Can I help you?” He asks when he opens the door, his voice low yet full like thunder.
“Do you still have any cakes I can purchase?” Your voice shivers as you speak, the cold slowly seeping through your jacket. “Or anything, really. I just need something to bring to a party.”
Heat crawls up your neck and scatters on your cheeks when you see him give you a once over, a smirk slowly playing on his lips. He’s much bigger up close and you can’t help but feel intimidated by his size, making you feel even smaller. He swings the door open and holds out an arm, a gesture for you to come in. 
The warmth of the shop is a welcome aura against the blistering cold outside, yet you feel a slight chill run up your spine with how the man’s eyes linger, keeping them on you as he rounds the counter. 
“I only have cupcakes and cookies left. But if you really want a cake, I have a chocolate one at the back.” 
“I’ll take it.” You say almost in a hurry, blushing at the amused look the man gives you. “I’ll take the rest of your cookies as well.” You add. “The least I can do after allowing me in.”
“Very well.” He hums and taps against the register, giving you your total after. “You can tap your card when you’re ready—I’ll just grab the cake.” 
You nod at his instructions and watch him disappear from the double doors that lead to the back. Taking your credit card from your wallet, you press it against the device, waiting for the beep before stowing it back.
You’ve never really had the chance to go around the neighborhood when you moved in a week ago. The task to find anything to bring for a potluck party of your co-worker proved to be a struggle, being all too new and different from the town you grew up in, the sullen wasteland you escaped from. 
The bakery has always been one of the places you’ve wanted to go to. Hearing your neighbors rave about the pastries and treats they purchase for their morning coffee when they catch you at the mail room and corner you into an unwanted conversation. Though, you wouldn’t say such an exchange is meaningless, for, without the information they gave, you wouldn’t have known about this place. 
You look up when you hear the swoosh of the doors, the man holding a box in his hand, a transparent container with a lone cupcake inside sitting atop it. He places the box on the counter then slides open the display, taking the last 6 cookies on the tray and sliding them into a transparent bag, before tying a gold and red ribbon around it. 
“Will that be all, cupcake?” He asks and you startle at the name he’s called you. 
“Uhh—yes.” You mumble. “Thank you.” Your eyes then dart to the cupcake atop the cake then look up at him with utter curiosity. “I didn’t buy this.” 
“On the house. Salted Caramel Cupcake—my favorite. You should try it.” He grins then places the bag of cookies over the box of the cake, holding a card out to you after. You take it. “I’m having a soft launch for my new item.” He announces out of the blue. “I’d be happy to have you come by and taste it. I know you’re new around here and it would be a nice welcoming event for you.”
You’re curious as to how he knows that, but you don’t pay it much mind. The neighborhood is small and you don’t doubt he knows almost everyone around, and you’re the new face in town. You swallow thickly at his invitation, the grin on his lips looking overly friendly. “When is it?” You ask if only to be polite. 
“Next week. Sunday.”
“I-I’ll check my schedule.” You smile, although it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Thank you again—” You try to look for his name tag but see none.
���Thor. The owner.” He supplies before gesturing at the box. “You need help taking this to your car?”
“No, thank you. Just walking.” You volunteer. “Party isn’t far from here.” 
“Very well.” He rounds the counter when you grab your purchase, walking with you to the door and opening it, shivering as the winter chill blows inside the shop. “It was nice meeting you, cupcake. I hope to see you again.”
You cringe when he says the pet name again, mumbling your thanks as you walk out of the shop. You scurry to the other side of the street, making your way to the apartment of your co-worker. The calm and measured steps you’d usually take when walking during the winter become brisk and hurried as you sense Thor’s burning gaze at the back of your head.
Your suspicions are confirmed when you look back as you round the corner and see him still standing outside his shop, staring at you from the street.
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royallyprincesslilly · 6 months
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As I mentioned earlier in the week, I wrote a little something for Thor a long while back and some of you have expressed interest in seeing a peek of it so here it is.
Let me know what you guys think. 😊
**It is NOT edited.
**This slides to the side of grey/dark Thor.
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"Your majesty," Altheea began bowing as she spoke.
The man she was speaking to wasn't a man. He was a God. His back was turned to her as he gazed out over his kingdom and all that belonged to him, his birthright--Asgard. It had once been lost, destroyed, and ripped from him but as the saying went, what belonged to you always found its way back to you. With the magic of gods and the reshaping of time Asgard and its people were restored to its glory and was his once again. He was told to consider it his reward for his role in the Infinity War and payment for all he'd lost. A loss that had taken its toll.
He didn't acknowledge Altheea's presence. She hadn't expected him to. Altheea knew he was angry. How could he not have been?
"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to speak!”
His voice was loud and the way it bounced off the stone walls only made it echo that much more. After the walls stopped trembling she took a breath. From where she stood Altheea could see the heaving of his massive shoulders as he tried to grab the reins of his anger. It was an anger that was quick to rise and difficult to quell ever since the war.
"She's been found, my liege."
As soon as the words left her mouth the towering God turned to face her. For a moment she saw lightning crackle in the depths of his irises illuminating the blue that resided there, and for that extended moment, the air around them became humid and heavy. Outside, the skies darkened for a second as a flash of lightning decorated the space cracking it in half for a few seconds before the rift was mended. The clouds did nothing to dim the bright glow of the 3 lightning strikes that followed.
He took a step toward her and Altheea lowered her head not wanting to meet his gaze. She had seen many who tried or dared either get hypnotized by the electricity in them and convulse to be forever changed or struck by lightning for their effort. She did not want to experience either. When he stopped moving the skies returned to their normal blue for the beautiful day that was promised.
"Where is she?"
"Locked in her chambers as you requested, Altheea informed.
Without another word, he walked past her and out of the room. Silently Altheea hoped you were ready for everything that was coming your way because the God of Thunder was furious and he was ready to show you that everything in this kingdom belonged to him. He was the King of Asgard.
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p3sephone · 2 years
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Masterlist
 Heya! This is a masterlist that is going to be updated anytime I post something. If you’d like, feel free to comment, reblog or like so that other people might see this work. Thank you. <3
Please do remember that all these works are 18+ and contains very dark themes: specific warnings will be given in every single fiction, but please be very careful. None of these characters belong to me. 
REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN
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Steve Rogers
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Living nightmare. 
Summary:  You were a normal person, with a great job opportunity at Stark Tower. Suddenly everything changed.
No Way Out (serie). 
Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.
Can’t run, can’t hide. 
Summary: you try to get away from Steve, but things don't go as you expected.
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier. 
You can’t say no. 
Summary:  you work in the Stark Tower and you enjoy your routine, until someone comes up and you catch their attention. Avoiding him won’t be enough.
Curiosity (dark! Bucky serie). 
Summary:  you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too.
Behave (+ Dark! Natasha Romanoff)
Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.
Wanda Maximoff
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Already mine.
Summary:  you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out.
I did it for love. 
Summary: you worked in a little shop, making cupcakes and coffee every day. Soon you meet your new client, but you don’t know what awaits you.
But I love you so. 
Summary: Wanda is slowly killing you and she realized it when it was already too late. 
I’m your home now. 
Summary:  Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting.
Peter Parker.
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Tell me pretty lies. 
Summary:  you want to leave Peter and start again. Too bad for you, he has other plans. 
Your place. 
Summary: leaving Peter is never an option. 
My Angel. 
Summary:  you always help everyone, and it seems Peter is kinda tired of it. (request)
Please, stay. 
Summary:  Peter thinks you are perfect for him, and when begging you is not enough, violence remains the only option.
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow). 
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Hush Little Girl.
Summary:  you felt like someone was following you and you should’ve listened to yourself.
Project. 
Summary: Natasha is tired of your life with your partner, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. 
Behave (+ Dark! Bucky Barnes).
Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.. 
Yelena Belova. 
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Some company. 
Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind. 
Drabbles (marvel)
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Old Scars, New Blood 4
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)
Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson
Note: Still sick but going to have to work.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)
Love you all. Take care. 💖
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With meal prep complete, you return to Lloyd’s office to find it empty. The remnants of his earlier spill remain speckled over the desk and floor. You clean it up, leaving a lemony fresh scent in your stead. While you’re at it, you tidy up the bookshelves.
You hesitate on your way to the door. You glance over your shoulder as something tickles in your head. You still don’t get why Lloyd didn’t tell you about Valhalla. For months, he hid that from you. You think about that day in the car and being left on the side of the road. Maybe he’s been planning to cut ties with you for a while.
You stare at the large iMac. It would be wrong to snoop. Even if it isn’t his redeeming quality, you’ve always been honest with Lloyd. You’re just confused. He’s never anything less than straightforward so if he’s going to fire you, why hasn’t he just pulled the trigger?
Maybe… you know too much. That sends a shiver through you. It may actually end with shots fired.
“There she is,” Lloyd interrupts your inner turmoil and you whip around to face him. He’s freshly showered and styled. You can smell the specialty oil he puts in his mustache, “the fuck are you doing in here?”
“Cleaning,” you reply quickly.
“Looks pretty fucking spotless,” he tosses keys at you and you flinch, catching them against your chest, “I need a ride.”
“Um, I can get Jackie–”
“He drives like an old man,” he retorts, spinning on his heel as he snaps his fingers, “chop, chop, kid.”
You swallow your agitation. Usually, you’re better at it. Today you just find him grating. Maybe you’re just a bit sore about him leaving you on the highway. Well, get over it, he’s not apologising.
You follow him with the keys in your hand. He’s several paces ahead of you as you scurry to keep up. His stride is tense as he opens and closes his fists.
As you come outside, you hear a whistle. Lloyd peers over and scuffs to halt as he faces Thor. The large blond bounds over, a shirt with only one button done up displaying most of his chest. He looks over Lloyd’s shoulder and his cheek dimples.
“Running away?”
“Business,” Lloyd says flatly, “I’ll be back.”
“What about my business?” Thor challenges. Lloyd doesn’t respond. “Relax,” he slaps Lloyd’s arm, “I’m ragging on you. Tonight, we will share some of your scotch, eh? Get you nice and loose.”
“Mm,” Lloyd grumbles, “we’ll see.”
“The little one prefers wine, I think,” Thor points over Lloyd’s shoulder, “oh, and she has quite the sweet tooth, eh? You must know that.”
“Whatever. She’s the assistant. Her job is to worry about what I like,” Lloyd sneers, “don’t wait up.”
He turns back towards the car and you send an apologetic smile past him. Thor smirks and winks, flicking his tongue out lasciviously. You blanch and swiftly follow Lloyd.
You still don’t believe what he said in the kitchen. Not only that he said it but that he meant it. You’re certain it’s all just a part of this pissing match between the men. Thor keeps stepping onto Lloyd’s territory, he’ll keep going till he gets bit. You don’t how much longer Lloyd can hold out.
Lloyd’s in the passenger’s seat of the SUV before you even get to the door. You open it and swing yourself in. You hate how big all these vehicles are. You shove the keys in the slot and turn the engine. You shift in the seat and slide your phone out of your pocket, placing it in the cup holder.
You check the time then the mirrors. It’s not unusual for Lloyd to head out later in the day but you didn’t have anything on the agenda. You know better than to ask questions. That’s what he liked about you, if he likes anything about you.
“Would you just fucking drive?” Lloyd growls.
You wince and shift into gear. You look behind you then ahead of you. Thor watches you as you ease into reverse. Or maybe he’s watching Lloyd…
You roll the wheel and turn towards the gate. Lloyd takes out his phone and slumps in the seat as he scrolls and taps. You steer through the gate and pull out onto the road. You don’t even know if you should ask where to go.
“Head northeast,” he says.
Right. You take his direction and turn onto the ramp onto the highway. He grumbles at his phone but says nothing else until you have to get into the exit lane. What is he up to?
You head into the city and he directs you through the main row where much of the nightlife thrives. You’ve been there many times before. He isn’t shy about his nocturnal activities. He commands you past his typical spot.
When he points you into the lot behind a Hilton, you frown. Is he that desperate to get away from Thor? You don’t say a word as you idle by the back wall.
“Right,” he doesn’t look up from his phone as he undoes his seat belt, “I’ll be a while.”
You look over at him confused. What does he mean?
“I’m sure you can keep yourself entertained,” he pokes his tongue out as he smirks at his phone. You catch the glimpse of a chat, a picture sent of a woman in a thong. You cringe and grip the wheel.
“I’ll just go back to the compound–”
“You’ll stay the fuck here,” he tears his eyes from the cell and jabs his finger at you, “you need to remember who the fuck you work for, kid.”
You say nothing as he opens the door and drops out of the SUV. You know this side of Lloyd. His ego is bruised. It happens after rough missions or when an agent gets mouthy. It’s worse now since he can’t do much about his problem. 
He slams the door behind him and you watch him march towards the entrance. You sigh and roll down the windows before you shut off the engine. There’s no use in wasting gas for who knows how long. You’re certain if you get bored, you’ll have enough time to get a coffee down the block.
You grab your phone and shuffle through several apps. You can’t focus on any of the time-eating games you keep for when you’re restless. You have nothing else to distract you. Your sister hasn’t answered the text you sent her a week ago and Lloyd is busy.
You open up your downloaded series and turn on the same show you’ve seen a dozen times before. Still, you’re not paying attention. You don’t think Lloyd is here for business. It really shouldn’t matter to you but it feels extra humiliating to have to wait outside while he does…whatever.
You turn off the show and let the car go silent. You adjust the seat to recline and close your eyes. You’re exhausted. All the chaos has got the best of you. 
Your phone vibes before you can get cozy. It’s Lloyd. You tap the preview so it expands.
‘Need lube. Ten minutes.’
You scoff. Is he serious? Your heart shrivels up as your stomach turns. He’s punishing you. Not because you did anything but because he can’t punish Thor. You’re so so tired.
You grip the wheel and stare at the phone. You wonder if he knows? Is this why he’s doing this? All these years, talking about his escapades, you just assumed it was his usual crassness. He talks like that with everyone. If he’s not boasting about killing, it’s fucking.
Either way, he knows what he’s doing. This is low. You are low.
You open up maps and search for a shop nearby. You fix the seat and pull out, driving numbly as you follow the automated voice directing you through the street. You park without paying attention and get out, nearly stumbling from the height of the SUV’s lift.
You stroll inside the shop with its blackened windows and enter with your head down. Your eyes scan furtively as you search for your goal. The task is made more difficult as the flesh toned silicon and shameless displays set you on fire.
“Hello, hon, can I help you find something?” The man behind the counter asks.
“Er,” you cross your arms, “lube.”
“Alrighty, are we looking for flavoured? Water-based? Oil?”
You blanch as he rounds the counter and strides towards a rack. You shrug and trail after him. You see a black bottle with cherries on it.
“That’s fine,” you pluck one off the shelf and quickly retreat to the counter. “Credit.”
You bring up your card on your phone and tap. The man behind the counter tries to break the tension but you’re not listening. You shove the receipt in your pocket and swipe up the bottle and leave.
Back in the truck, you have to hold back from screaming. What are you doing? You don’t need this shit. Why do you keep bending over backwards for Lloyd when you don’t have a chance? Why have you wasted a decade hoping for nothing?
Because, you don’t have any other options.
You turn the car on and roll out of the lot. You make your way back to the hotel in a haze. You check your phone. He sent the room number and nothing else. You walk into the hotel, ignoring the front desk clerk, and wait for the elevator. You step onto it and watch the doors shut.
You get off and follow the signs to the exact door plaque. You knock with your knuckles, your hand fisted around the bottle. You hear giggling. It’s more than one woman. Footsteps approach the other side.
A woman in an open robe opens the door. She has dark wavy hair and smeared lipstick. Lloyd growls in the background as you glimpse his naked ass.
“Hurry up, sugar tits,” he calls, “I’m starting to chafe.”
You shove the bottle at the woman and drop it. You don’t wait to see if she catches it. You spin on your heel and you’re gone. Your eyes fill with hot tears. Tears like acid. Tears of stupidity.
When you get back to the car, you keel over the steering wheel and heave. You don’t hate Lloyd. You hate yourself. You need to cut it out but somehow, you just can’t. He’s the worst person you know and yet, you want him so badly.
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As the sky darkens, you get out of the SUV to stretch your legs. You pace around and check the time. You don’t want to get back in the car. Instead, you wander down the street to the coffee kiosk you drove by earlier. You get an Americano and drag your feet back up the pavement.
You stand outside the SUV and sip from the cup. You chew the paper brim anxiously and look at your phone. Another car door opens and closes.
“Candy?” A man approaches.
You look up, the glow of your face making the stranger nothing more than a dark shadow, “not me,” you back up and press your phone to your chest.
“Oh, sorry,” he puts his hands up, “thought you were someone else.”
You shake your head as he turns and wanders off. You’re not entirely sure how he mistook you for a prostitute. That is what he thought, isn’t it? Candy? Sounds pretty tasty.
You get back in the SUV and lock the doors. You put your phone in the cup holder and it flashes. A message. You don’t bother reading it. You tap your fingers on the console and close your eyes, sipping from the warm cup.
A knock on the other window startles you. You turn on the light and see Lloyd peering in. He winks and tugs on the handle. You hit the locks and sit up.
He gets in and lets out a sigh, “ahh, I feel good.”
You don’t say a word as you slip your cup into the empty holder beside your phone. You start the car and press the gas. As you come to the exit, Lloyd yawns and stretches his arm between the seats, gripping yours above your shoulder.
“I’m fucking starving, let’s hit a burger joint,” he says as he rubs his stomach, “you don’t think I would be with how much I ate.”
He cackles and you bite down. You don’t understand it. He repulses you and yet there’s that sharp pang in your chest.
“You see the tits on Kasia? Fucking pert–”
You veer onto the next street and he hits the door with the motion, “hey, be fucking careful.” He shifts in his seat as he touches his crotch, “I’m tender.”
You sniff and pull into the drive through. You stop by the menu, “what do you want?”
“Get me some of that honey chicken and some rings. Extra honey sauce for the rings. Oh, and a sprite.”
“Sure,” you answer as you drive up to the speaker. You recite his order and the fuzzy response tells you to drive up to the window.
“What’s up? You’re not hungry?”
“I’m fine,” you insist.
“Aw, you on another diet,” he taunts, “bone broth?”
“No,” you answer flatly.
“I’m not sharing my rings,” he says.
“I don’t want any,” you insist.
“You’re fucking testy,” he accuses as you pay.
“I’m tired,” you utter and roll up to the pick-up.
“You’re tired? Fuck, my back is aching from all that thrusting.”
“Would you stop?” You snap before you can stop yourself, “I don’t want to hear about your dick anymore.”
He snorts and sits up straight, “excuse me, kid?”
“I don’t care,” you reach over and give a blunt thanks to the drive-thru worker as you take the paper bag. “Why don’t you shut up and eat?"
You shove the bag in his lap then take the cup and move your phone to plant it firmly in the holder. You follow through the lane and back onto the street. The silence is still and stolid around you.
“If you wanted to join in, you just had to say–”
“No,” you snip. You know he’s not serious, he’s teasing you. You’re a joke to him. “No, I don’t want that.” You grip the wheel tight and bite down until your jaw hurts, “I don’t want you.”
He inhales and blows it out heavily through his nose. The bag crinkles as he opens it and reaches inside, unleashing the smell of chicken that makes your stomach rage. You ignore the discomfort and focus on the road.
“Learn to take a fucking joke, kid,” he snickers, “maybe then, you’ll catch a dick or two.”
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frostironfudge · 1 year
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Lost In Devotion (Dark!Thor Smut)
Summary: Prayers to Thor rarely go unanswered, your complaints about him get his personal attention.
Pairing: Dark!Thor x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT READ IF THEMES MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, non con/dub con, oral, main kink: electric stimulation, edging, nipple play, p in v, oral fem receiving, allusions to kidnapping. dom/sub dynamics, also this was to answer @stevesmewmew 's question to what do you think can happen with lightening on those fingers? also this is the first time i've written something with this much of dark elements, lmk what you think, also any hate will just be blocked cause i will do what is necessary to protect my space. sorta doing kinktober.
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Thor can hear them the whispers and chants, of the people that believe. The people that want a ravenous thunderstorm to end the drought. 
They pray to him, for a crackle of thunder, for thr glorious sight of the beacon of lightening. He smiles as he hears them. 
From all over Midgard, all around, for different reasons. 
Pleas. 
Prayers. 
Praises. 
Devotion. 
He stares around the warrior table, celebrating their win against another realm, cheers ring every few moments.  
Thor still feels incomplete in his victory. Something grounding, something— his thoughts halt, an angered complaint breaking past the barrier. 
‘This god that you dare sacrifice me too? He won’t end your pain.’
‘Thor my Sire see what they do to me!’ 
‘They try to take what is yours.’ 
‘Thor Odinson see what these people are attempting to do to me! You never called for sacrifice!’ 
‘What kind of God are you for allowing this!?’ 
‘Never visiting, why should I worship you?’
‘You are just like those other gods! Feeding off of our fears and yet not rewarding devotion.’
Thor blinks, his gaze roaming over the grand room he finds Loki perched in a corner, book in hand. 
“Brother.” Thor calls out an idea forming in his mind he’d pay this voice a visit. 
Loki’s green gaze lift from his book to catch Thor  gesturing to meet outside. The younger sibling was deciding to leave and this would be a good opportunity to not return to the boisterous event. 
The two brothers meet upon the quaint balcony.
“Is another battle upon your mind?” Loki muses, Thor shakes his head. 
“Midgard, they are choosing to sacrifice, I hear her pleas and complaints.” Thor explains, thumb tracing the smooth stone of the wall. 
“Ever the hero. What purpose do I serve in this grand plan? Shouldn’t you request the Bi-Frost be opened for Odin’s heir?” Loki raises a brow when It seems apparent that Thor does not want a certain all seer to know. 
“Ah, you want me to take you to Midgard.” He concludes. 
“I’d prefer that brother.” Thor wonders what Loki must be thinking, he himself never requested but there was something unfulfilled within his chest. Perhaps saving this maiden could quell it. 
“Alright brother, meet me in your chambers, however I have my own business upon Midgard.” Loki walks away cape drifting in the air as he moves. 
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Thor watches, impatience setting into his fingers, crackles of lightening dance on his palm. 
Loki opens up the portal to Yggdrasill. The tree stands with the branches, Thor searches, Loki walks the knowing path towards the branch of Midgard. 
“How many times have you traversed?” Thor wonders trailing behind his brother. 
Loki chuckles, “I’d rather you not know.” 
“Now where is this distressed damsel?” The raven haired brother enquires.
“I believe,” Thor pauses, offering Loki his hand and tapping into the prayers he heard from the snow capped place. 
“Very well,” Go towards there, Loki points to the branch displaying a snowy storm. 
“How shall I get back?” 
“Here, tap this seven times, you will be teleported back to your chambers.” Loki hands a trinket to Thor, beads tied together with .
“Alright.” Thor steps off, Loki watches turning to his own destination. 
The townspeople hold up flaming torches, borders of crowd, men grabbing onto a figure in scarce clothing. You shiver. 
Though Thor observes your eyes alit with a rage. 
“You think Thor will forgive you?!” You bellow, her voice the same as Thor heard. 
“Leave me!” You roar, thrashing the bindings on you tighten. 
“He doesn’t care, he hears not my prayers! What will he answer you!” You yell. 
The lightening crackles upon his fingers again. 
Thor admires your eyes showing fire. 
A thought crosses him. How would you look on the cusp of being broken by him?
You pause your fight, as gasps echo Thor stands on the rock you were to be tied upon. 
“My people.” His voice booms, thunder rumbling in the distance. 
Everyone falls to their knees, you stand defiant, still displeased. You still think he’s here to take you. 
“I have come to take your sacrifice. Comply and your people shall be blessed.” He looks over everyone, extending his arm to you. 
“Please.” Your voice thick.
His eyes shine with mirth when you take his hand. You have curses on the tip of your tongue for this townsfolk.
“Sire, they,” your eyes water,  shivers wreck though your form. 
“Fret not sweet devotee, I heard your pleas to save you. They shall perish for laying a finger upon your unwavering devotion.” He whispers in your ear, taking off his cloak wrapping it around you. 
His woodsy scent engulfs you with his warmth. 
“Perish?” Your brows raise, you never meant grave harm. 
Thor cups your cheek, a bright light taking over his eyes, the lighting and thunder boom above. Storm clouds settling in, “You called upon needing protection did you not?”
“Y-yes.” You admit.
“You have sworn your devotion to me have you not? No matter what I ask?” He tilts his head, observing you. 
Eyes tracing over your body. 
You pull the cloak over you, he chuckles. 
“I have, Sire.” 
“Then let me help you. You may thank me later in a way I deem fit.” Thor shifts back, turning to the people who decided to cause harm. 
“Turn around, sweet one.” Thor says, as you turn away. 
The haunting screams don’t last long. A dull buzz echoes as the silence is piercing only the howling wind drowns the remains of the screams the clearing held. 
Thor grabs you by the waist. 
“Lead me to your home.” He instructs. 
“You, they—,” you look at the singed bodies. 
“I tolerate not their horrific behaviours. My devotees know I only need prayer not sacrifice. Those are barbaric ways. I have different methods of prayer my dear, tell me your name?”
His hand is warm around you, light blue eyes mirthful. You give him your name, the God grins as you lead him to your home. The remainder of the village still asleep. 
Your home at the end of the border. Thor smiles admiring the quaintness. You open the door for him, biting your lip as you see the mess. 
“I believe I gave them way easily.” Thor clicks his tongue seeing the state of your upturned home. You drop the cloak to clear the small bedding for him to sit. 
“I, I wish I could have made you more comfortable, Sire.” You worry of his displeasure. 
“You may use my name, as you did in prayer.” He perches on the bed, a crackle of lightening on the make shift stove ignites a flame. You sigh in content at the source of warmth. 
“Would you, would you care for a meal?” You look up at him.
“I would, however, I wonder if you would deny me.” He muses, the temperature has your flesh peek through the thin fabric of sacrifice. 
“I do not understand? Do, do you want me to pray?” You wonder, eyebrows furrowed. 
“In a sense, sweet devotee.” Thor stands, making his way to you in long strides. 
“Tell me, have you laid with another man?” He questions, your skin heats. A bead of sweat trickles down your neck. 
Thor chuckles, “I am only a scarcely patient man, devotee.” 
“I have, S-sire—Thor,” you correct, his thumb brushes over your jaw, he grasps it observing your features, tilting your face side to side. 
“Lay down, I want you to pray to me. No matter what do not stop.” He instructs, “If you stop, I will not reward your devotion. Do not question me, follow my word.” 
You look at the bed, “I,” 
His eyes are alit again, “As I say devotee. Lay, down.” 
You scramble, laying on the bed, the tongue you were taught, the hymn of his praise.
Thor smiles, making his way to you, bending your knees, your words falter, he squeezes your inner thigh in warning. 
You swallow cold air greets your drawn apart thighs, Thor settles between them. 
“Th-Thor…” you pause again, as his lips trace your inner thighs.  
“Devotee. Do you not want to thank me? I protected you. I’m simply taking what is mine. What you promised to me. What you have vowed in those sweet hymns.” He explains. 
“This?” You look at him, he cups your mound, middle finger on your bundle of nerves. A current pulses from his finger on the nub you keen as the sensation travels up your stomach. 
“Continue my sweet devotee, your voice called upon me. I am simply rewarding you.” Thor’s eyes are a thin rim of blue, the electric sensation returns your hips lift. A moan escapes your lips. 
“So responsive.” He gleams, your wetness pools on his palm. His tongue greets and you fumble over your words again as he hums against your entrance. 
“Divine.” He commends, “However, I never asked you stop the hymns.” Your stomach tightens. 
“Seems you have a lot to learn.” His hands trace up your sides, you begin to sing again. 
“Continue.” He grasps your breasts, nipples hardening, his thumbs and index fingers pinch each a jolt of current moves through the nubs, you moan the words, Thor grins wickedly, watching you lose focus. 
“I see you enjoy that, making a mess of my armour.” His thigh flush against your core, the leather coated in your arousal. 
You gasp as the current jolts again, his mouth latches onto one nipple and his fingers return to your clit. He suckles on your nipple as the other and your clit are subjected to the torturous electric current, your hands move to his hair. 
Thor enjoys the struggle of wanting to push him away and pull him closer. He switches to the other side, your hips have you rut against his palm as the current evokes a need within you. 
“Keep singing sweetness,” Thor’s hands roam your body, random jolts against your clit or nipples, he enjoys each time you stumble over your words. 
The current spreading through your inner thighs, lips wrapped around your clit, your voice grows breathy, your hymn turn into begs, two thick digits enter you, your walls squeezing around him, tongue flicking over your nub. 
Preens, and whines fill your home, Thor’s groans against you, as though he begins to unravel the taught thread holding you at the seams. 
His fingers rub over a spongy spot, he chuckles, the current from his fingers cause you to moan his name, your hips lift his ministrations upon your clit do not relent. Thrusts of his fingers don’t stop every flick over the spongy spot accompanied by his electric current. 
You’re a withering mess, every time you feel he will let the coil snap allow you into bliss he stops. You beg, beg, beg. 
He relents not, enjoying the way he has you dancing along the edge with him. His own length hard, aching. 
“Do you want release, devotee?” He moves away from you. 
“Please, please, Sire.” 
“Apologise then,” he grabs your breasts, you cry out, tears escaping your eyes. 
“Sire—,” your voice breaks, his lips wipe the tears. 
“Aw, devotee, you wondered what kind of god am I? Very benevolent when I am not accused.” The fingers inside you return, the current jolts through you, thumb circling your clit, bliss is within reach you sob as he stops yet again. 
“Oh sweet thing, you tears have me so hard. Apologise. I shall give you what you want and more.”
“I-I’m sorry Sire, I didn’t I was being—,” You moan, gooseflesh raises, he isn’t touching you yet you feel the current hum, building in crescendo as the coil winds in your stomach. 
“Keep apologising.” Thor warns, watching you writhe and hips lift, cunt clenching around nothing. 
Mewls, moans and breathless apologies fall from your lips, you look so beautiful he thinks, he continues letting the electric current lead you to bliss. 
Your orgasm hits with a cry, your arousal seeps all over, coating your thighs and the sheets. 
Aftershocks wreck through you, a thin rim of blue enters your hazy vision, then you are turned upon your hands and knees. Then you feel a burning stretch. 
Thor’s girth and length massive, he sinks inch by inch. Moaning at your tightness. Hands gripping your hips. 
“Might have to keep you for myself, devotee. A cunt as sweet and tight. Oh sweet, sweet darling.” Thor chuckles, you moan as he bottoms out, he presses his palm over your lower abdomen. 
He presses a chaste kiss to your mid-back. What should be a soothing gesture only spurs on the current across your skin again. 
“Feel myself right there.” He groans as your cunt spams to squeeze his cock. 
“Want to milk me don’t you? Look at your pretty tears, all for your god, your saviour. You asked for me correct. Here I am.” He begins to move, first slow then he begins to speed up.
“Y-yes.” you whimper, his grunts only having you grow slicker, aiding his movements.
“Prayed for this haven’t you, prayed for me to fill your darkest day. Here I am.” 
Wet squelches and skin slapping he guides your hips to meet his thrusts. Your moans echo in the silent night, thunder rumbles outside. 
Thor pulls you against him, your kneeling, his cock splitting you apart, massive you can’t form a coherent thought, his hands seize your breasts playing with your nipples. 
He tugs and pulls, the current returns and he chuckles darkly. 
“Oh you love it, your cunt loves my ability, just wants to keep me inside her. Fuck,” Thor keeps thrusting into you. 
He’s going to keep you with him. His hand returns to your clit, tapping with each tap a current filled jolt. 
You scream his name as each tap on your clit is in sync with his cock hitting the spot inside you, your walls spasm pulling him back inside. Wanting to place him there permanently. 
Your lips part for a prayer of his name and plead for him to guide you to the bliss. Your arousal gushes around his cock, you moan more as the electric jolts keep spasming your clit. Arched against him lips parted in a silent cry as your orgasm takes over you, toes curling. Making you thrash in his grip. 
His warm seed coats your walls, his lips spill praises, “Such a pretty cunt, all mine for taking, milking my cock, filled with my seed. Perfect little sacrifice for a god aren’t you?” 
Thor moans into your ear, you’re breathless pleas music to his ears, you feel so full, hazed mind. Craving the release craving the reward. Craving him. He keeps thrusting as if he never reached his peak. 
“I’m not yet done, devotee, you promised. Whatever I wanted.” He cups your jaw, kissing you sloppily, hips still moving against you, his free hand taps the trinket seven times. 
You feel a softer mattress under your knees, your eyes open in the midst of his claiming kiss. Your home no longer present, the walls in colours of red, grey and gold. 
“My little devotee.” Thor chuckles, “Welcome to your new home.”
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Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her. (Thor)
Status: Finished
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Part 21
Part 22
Part 23
Part 24
Part 25
Part 26
Part 27
Part 28
Part 29
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Part 31
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Part 36
Part 37
Part 38
Part 39
Part 40
Part 41
Part 42
Part 43
Part 44/Ending 1
Part 44/Ending 2
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straywords · 1 year
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Helloo amazing writer 🙋🏻‍♀️! Does your Dark Librarian Thor count as a character? Because if so, can he be the character + the 13th prompt "candles" pretty please 🥺?
Have a lovely day 💐
CANDLELIGHT
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♡ Dark! Librarian Thor x Reader ♡
Your lonely librarian invites you to his home, where he’s got a few surprises waiting for you.
CW: Non-con, drugging, lies, manipulation
Words: 1.4k
Librarian Thor || 2022 Christmas Sleepover
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Fidgeting on Thor’s doorstep, you remind yourself how you let yourself get lured here.
Oh, right. The promise of getting to peruse a rare edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray, tea and cakes. Though you don’t plan on sticking around for the latter.  
An evening of blissful enlightenment. Those are the words the hunky librarian used. 
He can be quite grandiose, overwhelming both in his presence and his language. It’s something you’re still getting used to, his larger than life personality. Thor is impossible to deny, ignore. His booming voice is like thunder; his blazing eyes are like lightning. 
His presence can fill a room without much effort on his part. It’s a stark contrast to you, who always sticks to the walls and huddles in corners. 
As you fiddle with your hands, you gasp when the door suddenly opens. He beams at you, that surreal, bright smile, as blinding as sunlight. You take him in, in the huge brown sweater that strains on his gigantic frame and the muted beige pants, tight on his long, muscular legs. 
You note how his body occupies most of the door, Thor’s frame easily dwarfing yours. 
"H-Hi, Thor," you greet bashfully. 
"Dove, I’m so glad you’re here," he chimes, nudging the glasses perched on his nose. 
You nod and give a small smile. Thor steps aside to make space for you to enter. The potent smell of his woodsy cologne brushes over your nose, his massive arm grazing your shoulder. You flinch and stagger inside. 
As the door clicks shut behind you, you gasp as you note the current state of Thor’s living room. 
"What’s all this?" you breathe, stunned. 
Thor’s big hands fall over your shoulders, nudging you further inside. Your stomach twists at the sudden contact.
The air hangs in your lungs as he bends over your ear, whispering,
"I thought it’d be nicer, cozier." His thumb rubs along your shoulder blade. "Well, what do you think, dove?"
You swallow past the lump in your throat. Your gaze skims over Thor’s wide living room. Lit candles are scattered about, their fluttering flames casting an ethereal, dreamy glow over the room.
"I think it’s a fire hazard," you say. 
He chuckles boisterously.
"Maybe…but it’s quite nice, isn’t it?" he queries. His intimate timbre raises goosebumps on your skin. 
"Well, I suppose. But…you didn’t have to do all that for me."
"Nonsense, dove. You deserve the world."
The intensity oozing from his words staggers you. Clearing your throat, you swiftly distract him.
"So, the books…" 
Hopefully, reminding him the reason for your presence will dispel that peculiar tension tightening your chest.
"Of course," Thor says, his tone more clipped, professional. The breath returns to your lungs as his hands part from you. 
He takes you to the built-in shelves on the opposite wall. The amount of books sitting there is simply dizzying. You suppose even if you spent your life there, reading all day long, time might still be amiss to get through each of them. Thor’s arm lifts above your head, his height making it easy to reach the top shelf, much too high for you. 
He drops the leatherbound edition between your palms and you exhale in sheer awe, admiring the cover. 
"Pristine condition. In fact, I restored it myself."
"That’s amazing."
"I’ll even let you borrow it."
You toss a fond look at the book again before tucking it against your chest.
"Really?" you ask, peering up at Thor. 
"Of course, dove. I trust you to preserve it." His gaze holds yours, an odd glint there that draws shivers up your spine. "Don’t you trust me?"
You hesitate before replying, licking your lips.
"I guess I do." Awkwardness fills your chest as silence sets in. With each dragging second, Thor’s smile makes you more uncomfortable. "I should go now," you abruptly announce.
He stops you as you head for the door. 
"Won’t you stay for a cup of tea?" he offers.
"I…" You chew on your lip, mind scrambling for an excuse. 
Thor’s features pinch in sadness. 
"Hm, the holidays are always a lonely time," he says, the musical lilt in his voice souring. "My family is always at war over some trivial nonsense, my brother and father the worst." His gaze grows somber, his frown deepening. " My older sister…" He snorts dryly. "Well, it might be best not to speak about Hela."
When his forlorn blue eyes find yours, his expression not unlike that of a kicked puppy, your chest twists. Defeated, you sigh. 
"I guess I can stay for a bit. A cup of tea does sound nice," you say with a polite smile. 
Thor’s face illuminates at your response.
"I’ll get the kettle going," he states before backing away to the kitchen area. He waves his hand at the sofa. Cozy blankets and pillows are spread over it. "Get comfortable, dove."
You nod and do as he says. You sit down in a corner of the sofa and drop your bag against the coffee table. 
The whistle of the kettle in the background lulls your thoughts. 
After all, what’s one harmless cup of tea?
Thor seems like he needs company, and you have nowhere to be in particular. You can humor him for a while, make casual conversation before going about your day. 
There’s a bounce in his step when Thor comes back. The tea cup is comically tiny in his large hands. Gracefully, you accept it as he hands it to you. 
He sits next to you, maybe a bit too close but you let it slide. You won’t be here for long; you can handle some minor discomfort, a moderate breach of your personal space. 
But then you lift the cup to your lips and take a sip. Then two. Then three. Then before you can tip the cup towards your mouth a fourth time, the saucer wobbles in your grasp.
Thor takes it from you before it can fall from your limp fingers. He gingerly places it on the coffee table.
"Thor…what is…" You frown. There is cotton in your mouth, stifling every word forming on your tongue. Your lids flutter, suddenly so heavy. The outline of Thor’s body blurs in your sight. 
Bonelessly, you sag on the sofa, incapable of holding yourself up anymore. A brutal weariness drapes over you, hazing your thoughts and senses. 
"Thor…" you utter his name weakly. 
Large hands cup your face as a broad body looms over you. Panic stutters in your chest, the drumming of your heart only slowed by whatever it is Thor snuck inside the tea. 
"Dove, it’s okay," he coos, stroking your cheeks with his thick thumbs. "You’re okay. It’s just to help you relax."
You know it’s all wrong. You’re all wrong. 
Thor…Thor’s all wrong. 
But all you can do is look up at him with a wide-eyed, terrified expression, entirely too weak to move even a finger. 
His woodsy scent seeps into you as he bends down, pressing his mouth over yours. You taste the urgency on his lips, the quiet desperation. The hunger. 
When his tongue moves against yours, your nerves sing in horror. Thor hums happily when he parts from your lips. He considers you fondly, his hands traveling low. 
Tears swell in your eyes as Thor’s warm palms sweep over your curves. He kisses the angsty rivulets away, softly rasping, "Shh, dove. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise." Dread curls in your stomach as he adds, "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this…" His hearty chuckle chills your blood. "But you keep trying to run from me like a scared little mouse." He hikes up your shirt, planting tender kisses over your navel. You tremble beneath him, bound in quiet terror, a soundless scream searing the back of your throat. 
His deep, lustful purr vibrates along your skin. Thor grinds his thick, throbbing need against your thigh and your stomach tightens. 
Fevered pecks are sprinkled all over your quivering flesh as your clothes are peeled off by impatient hands. 
"No more flying away, dove. You’re all mine now," he grumbles, shedding his own clothes, baring every inch of his muscular, suntanned flesh. In the candlelight, Thor’s skin shimmers like gold. He appears unreal, godly. And, as his greedy tongue and ravenous fingers explore you, you are slowly lifted to the Heavens. 
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emilyprentissslut · 2 years
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her sweet prisoner 𖤍ϟ
part i⚡️
a/n: kidnapper jane proceeding!
warnings: established kidnapping, fear play, possessive jane, rope burns, jane forgetting to get dressed, soft!jane
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jane studied your face for a reaction. she didn’t need to look in your eyes to know you were terrified, the trembling of your body told her everything she needed to know. soft tears made their way down your cheeks as your captor gently wiped them away.
taking your face in her hands, the mighty thor looked deep into your eyes.
“you don’t have to be scared of me. so long as you behave, you will be safe and cared for.”
the statement alone brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. she had kidnapped you from the only life you’ve ever known…..just to care for you?? nothing made sense.
also like routine, dr. foster wiped the tears from your face. ever so slightly, you leaned into her touch. you flinched as your face met the softness of her palm, and the warrior smiled at the intimacy.
the events of the last day had you exhausted and beyond overwhelmed. your emotions were of no surprise to the blonde. as she pulled away, she swore she heard a whimper leave your lips.
“i think it’s time for you to rest, honey. today has been long and scary. we’ll talk about it in the morning.”
moving towards the kitchen counter, the former astrophysicist grabbed an object that spiked your anxiety- a knife. as further panic set in, you once again struggled in the ropes, cries of pain leaving your mouth as your wrists were rubbed raw.
jane was quick to reassure you.
“hey..hey, stop that love. i’m cutting you free from the chair, you don’t have to be scared.”
her words did very little to comfort you. squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared yourself for a pain that would never come. instead the ropes binding you to the chair were released, causing a deep breath of relief from you.
“i’m gonna carry you upstairs, okay?”
instead of waiting for a response, the stronger woman easily picked you up, earning a yelp from you. carrying you bridal style, she took you up the stairs with ease.
though her strength had been demonstrated when she first grabbed you, she was gentler, she was almost more protective. her biceps pressed into your back while she lifted you like you were the most precious thing in the world. you rough with your mind as you a wet spot formed between your legs.
she was your kidnapper for fuck sake. she was terrifying…..but she was gentle….but she was even more animalistic. as shameful as it felt to admit, you wanted more of her. lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice when she gently set you on the bed. nor did you notice that she left your wrists tied up. even further, you didn’t notice that she lying in bed next to you.
the mighty thor was right, today had been long and scary for you. your body needed to relax and rest. you weren’t sure that you could do so with her lying next to you, but you tried nonetheless. as you closed your eyes, you felt hands wrap around your waist and pull you into her chest.
at first you tensed at the comfort, but embraced it regardless. placing a small kiss to your hair, the blonde woman ushered you to sleep.
“have a good night sleep, love. in the morning we’ll figure things out.”
just like that, your body succumbed to a much needed rest.
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as your eyes adjusted to the harsh morning light, you noticed you were laying on something soft. focusing your vision more, your eyes widened as you realized you were laying on your kidnapper’s chest.
a dangerous blush crept onto your cheeks as the stronger woman woke up to you staring at her cleavage.
“like what you see, babe?”
you didn’t answer, instead you buried your face as deep as you could into the pillow. the blonde woman only let out a chuckle as she to enter the bathroom.
in her absence, you had the chance to properly wake up. as you reached to stretch, a yelp left your mouth as the ropes once again rubbed your wrists raw. small whimpers left your mouth as the rope dug into your skin, drawing blood. small tears welled in the corners of your eyes as the situation hit you.
jane’s attention was stolen from her shower as she heard your small cries of pain. drying off as quickly as she could, the former scientist rushed back to where you were on the bed. as the door opened, your eyes snapped to her bare chest. the woman smiled as she realized she had forgotten to put on clothes before tending to you.
“eyes up here, sweetheart.”
silently cursing yourself, your eyes quickly snapped up to her eyes.
jane’s fingers lingered across the small cuts on your wrist caused by the rope. you winced as she grazed her thumbs greatly across. pulling your wrists up to her eye level, the mighty thor cut you free.
“thank you.”
the woman smiled in return and began to dab your injuries in hydrogen peroxide. those built up tears slid down your cheeks as jane gently kissed your wounds. wiping the tears from your cheeks, the woman’s hand gently stroked your cheek.
“let’s get some breakfast in you, hmm?”
as the woman put on a large t shirt and underwear. holding out her hand for you to grab, with a small nod, you took her outstretched hand and walked towards the kitchen for breakfast. the two of you shared a nice meal while she mainly talked and you listened. your mind was elsewhere as she slowly started to pull your attention back to her.
“hey, honey i wanted to talk about what’s going on.”
your attention was undeniably now on her.
“im listening.”
“good girl.”
you couldnt deny the spark you felt when those words left her mouth.
“basically, you’re mine. im all your ever going to need.”
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“you don’t own me.”
with a dangerous smirk, the mighty thor persisted.
“oh but i do, youre mine, my love, my pet, my future wife, and my entire world.”
the fearful feeling made it’s way up your throat again. before either of you could respond, a person broke through the door.
“you didn’t tell me you got a pet?”
you knew that voice, the king of new asgard.
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