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#Chris hemsworth x reader
regalevansworth · 7 months
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The butterfly effect🦋
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Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader
Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.
Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.
Word count : 6.3k+
A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33
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Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.
So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.
Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.
Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.
Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.
On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.
Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.
God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.
Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.
Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.
You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.
But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.
His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.
However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.
By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.
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It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.
As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.
But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).
The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.
Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.
Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.
As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.
You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.
On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.
Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.
You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.
How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips
You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.
It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.
“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.
Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.
Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.
After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.
Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.
Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.
Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.
When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.
Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.
You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.
Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.
He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.
He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.
He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.
Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.
Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.
He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.
Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.
Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.
That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.
At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.
At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.
But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.
Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.
Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.
While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.
Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.
He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.
“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.
You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.
It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.
In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.
Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.
Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.
You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.
You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.
“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.
“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.
After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.
Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.
With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.
Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.
One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.
“P-please”
“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.
Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”
“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.
With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.
It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.
Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.
“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”
Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.
Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.
Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.
With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.
As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”
Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.
“You're so- so big”
Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.
“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.
Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.
It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.
Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.
“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”
Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”
“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”
Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.
You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”
With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”
After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.
“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”
“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically
“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”
“So much. Please”
“Yeah? And what do you want?”
“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”
“Fuck”
Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.
“C-Chris, I'm coming”
“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”
And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.
At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.
“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.
“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.
Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”
You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.
On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”
You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.
Next time
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A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P
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malereaderwriter · 6 months
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Bubble Butt Hemsworth!
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Chris Hemsworth x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut 🔞, bottom Chris Hemsworth and Top Male Reader, voyeurism, and language
BOTTOM: CHRIS HEMSWORTH
TOP: MALE READER
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You, and your husband Chris Hemsworth, had invited Tom Holland, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Robert Downey Jr. to a movie night at your place. It was an 8-season TV show series called House that all of you had watched and decided on watching together.
Tom and Evans. wouldn't stop talking about it so you decided that a movie night with all of you would be interesting. Chris agreed happily and helped you set up, getting snacks, drinks, and decorating the couches with soft blankets you had around the house. 
But, little did he know that you had something else planned for all of you. 
This was gonna be so much fun.
You watched as Chris tried to find where the movie was playing. You had gone to your room earlier and pulled out a toy from your dresser drawer and hid it behind your back as you snuck up behind your husband quietly. 
You put the toy on a nearby table and snaked your arms around Chris's waist, pulling him flush against your hips. "I wanna make this fun, Sweetheart~" You whispered sensually in his ear. 
"Oh? What kind of way?" He murmured back, now half-focused on the TV. You didn't miss how he softly shuddered and leaned back into your arms slightly. "Be a good boy and bend over the couch for me, ok?" You mumbled in his ear, kissing his jawline and trailing down to his neck. His breathing was noticeably deeper and his body temperature had risen. 
"I-I…" He started but whimpered when I brushed a hand against his growing hard-on. He huffed and crawled onto the couch, bending over the backrest and teasingly arched his back. I bit my lip and admired Chris's body.
He was wearing a pair of sweatpants that fit snugly around his body and a surfing shirt that you had bought for him for his birthday.
You caressed his round ass, squeezing and spanking it.
You loved the way it bounced and jiggled in your hand. You yanked his pants down, smirking at the fact that he wasn't wearing underwear. 
"Naughty little boy~ What were you trying to do, hm?" You spanked him again. He gasped and jerked back into your grasp. You took the toy off the table and spread the lube around the toy and Chris's hole.
You stuck the toy in abruptly, making Chris moan into the couch. You took out the remote and set it on level 1. You felt his ass up again, squeezing his cheeks while he squirmed and whined under your touch. 
You were both startled out of your trance when the doorbell rang. You smoked his ass one final time before stepping away. 
"They're here~" You smirked and walked towards the door, hearing Chris struggle to pull his pants back up and quickly put a pillow over his hard-on to try and act natural. 
"Hey, Bitch. I called you 5 minutes ago. What were you doing?" Robert said smugly, smirking up at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and stepped aside. "Come on in then." You said. One by one they came in and went to the living room. 
"What's up, John Florence," Robert said and flopped down on the couch, letting out a comfy sigh and wiggling deeper into the cushions. "Tom and Rob would not stop talking about this show the whole ride here." Sebastian sighed with a smile.
Evans wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Look at you and Hemsworth, all lovey dovey~" He teased before joining Seb on the couch. Evans fell back onto the couch and rested his head against Sebastian's thighs, smiling and looking up at Seb as he playfully flicked his face.
After Tom practically ran in and snatched the seat next to Robert, you closed the door and sat next to Chris and pulled him into your lap, wrapping a blanket around you both to hide both of your erections. The show started and you grabbed a drink off the table, leaning back and sipping from it occasionally.
About 20 minutes in you subtly turned the toy on, feeling Chris flinch and hide himself in the blankets. You ran your hand up and down his thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. He twitched his hips back into yours, a shaky sigh emitting from his lips. You moved your hand to his abs and shot down into his pants, teasing the head of his cock with your thumb.
"Ooh~" Chris whined and bucked subtly against your hand. You turned the toy up more and hid your smirk in his neck. You softly kissed his sensitive neck, enjoying the sight of him writhing and twitching.
"Something wrong, big guy? I didn't know surgeons turned you on so much." Robert teased playfully.
"No, I'm fine…just…hot…" He mindlessly responded, his neck and ears red and hot. Robert shrugged and turned his attention back to the screen.
"Your feeling hot because you can't help but get turned on by me practically fucking you in front of everybody~" You whispered in his ear.
He let out a particularly loud and desperate whine. One that caught the attention of everyone in the room. They all looked over discreetly, eyes widening as they saw his cock in your hand.
"They're all looking at you, baby~" You growled and your hand trailed up to his shirt, squeezing his pecs and pinching his nipples.
"F-Fuck…" He breathed out and turned his face to the side, embarrassed. Sebastian looked up at Evans with a smirk and sat up, crawling towards him and tilting his face up.
"Wow~ You're so red~," He said slyly. Evans's fingers tangled in Sebastian's hair and yanked it backward, making him let out a sudden moan.
"Ask first," Evans growled. Sebastian looked at you with heated eyes, his hand resting on Chris's thigh.
"Please, M/n~ May I please kiss him?" He begged, his puppy eyes looking up at you softly.
"Of course." You said and switched to the other side of his neck to mark him. Chris moaned loudly as you turned the toy up higher, slightly hearing the buzz come from within him. His hips jerked faster into your hand, his cock twitching in your hand before he came all over the inside of the blanket.
"Bad boy~," You said and threw the blanket out of the way, exposing him to everybody.
"You all couldn't keep it in your pants for 1 whole episode? You got through half of it but not the whole. I better see some more action if you're gonna have the audacity to interrupt my show." Robert said, leaning back to watch. Tom was sitting quietly, mesmerized by the scene, and hid his crotch in a cushion pillow.
Chris gasped as he was pulled off the couch and fell on his knees, bending over the table in front of the couches. You bit your lip and got behind him. Everyone watched, their hips grinding into their hands and grunts filled the room.
Chris grasped for something to grip onto as you took out a condom and rolled it on. You poured lube on his hole and spread it around with the tip of your cock.
He jerked his hips back into you desperately, whining and moaning loudly.
"Beg. Beg for me to fuck you." You said and spanked his ass hard, causing him to flinch.
"Please, M/n! Please…fuck me!" His Aussie accent was thick and desperate. You rammed into him suddenly, moaning at the warmth and tightness even though you had fucked him hard the night before.
You saw his eyes roll back through the table's reflection and he let out a deep groan. Your hands grasped his hips and you slammed in and out of him, pushing the toy right against his prostate.
His legs were shaking as you practically pinned him down and fucked him out of his mind. You turned the toy all the way up and threw it to the side.
"The horny guy wanted a toy up his ass~" Robert breathed out, shaky and airy.
"He's such a fucking whore~ His cock is leaking all over the floor. Such a dirty thing~" Sebastian moaned and fisted his cock. Evans wrapped an arm around his waist and dry-humped Sebastian, kissing and praising him softly as he watched you two fuck. Robert and Tom jerked each other off, their hands crossing over each other as they tried to hump into each other's hands.
"Fuck fuck…fuck- oh I'm gonna…cum…" You groaned and slapped his ass hard. He gasped and gripped the edge of the table and came all over the floor under him. You followed after him and slammed once more, cumming inside of the condom.
"Such a messy, little bitch." Sebastian giggled.
You pulled out for a moment to take off the condom but before you could throw it away, Evans was suddenly behind you and grabbed Chris's hips, slamming him back onto your cock.
Your dick went deeper inside him, making Chris sob from overstimulation.
"Please! Please!" His broken moans filled the room. You couldn't help but fuck back into him, sliding your hands up his arms and interlocking your hands with his hands. Chris was pinned down with your body as Sebastian stole the chance to kiss him again.
You continued to pound into him, slamming your dick into his prostate again and again hitting his pleasure spot.
His pleasure tears dripped onto the table and his whole body shook as he racked up another orgasm.
Sebastian stood up and gasped loudly, shooting his load all over Chris's face. Evans grabbed Chris's jaw and let out a soft whimper as he came all over Chris's face.
"My turn. Scoot aside, losers." Robert joked as he and Tom stood up. You grabbed Chris's short hair and pulled his head back, pinching the tip of his cock so he couldn't cum.
"Go ahead. He's free to use." You smirked, knowing he got off to the feeling of being watched and used. Robert and Tom came on Chris's face, most of it mainly being aimed and shot into his mouth.
He swallowed without hesitation and you finally let his desperate cock go, letting him squirt onto the floor. He let out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine and he collapsed against the table.
You shot one final load into him, caressing his red and bruised asscheeks. You pulled out and let him flop against you, exhausted. The rest of them re-dressed themselves and continued watching the show as if nothing happened.
You washed him up and got new clothes for him. You let him sleep on top of you as the rest of you continued with the movie night.
Alternative version:
Scotch, Dark brown, filtered ran down his throat as he placed the glass down on the marble counter. It was a celebration so he felt obliged to take it. (Y/n) sighed as he placed the cool, empty glass on the counter and looked back, the party was for the lastest release for the final part of Marvel's Infinity War Series of Films.
Playing the titular Superheroes in Spandex and costumes felt like a dream come true, but the after parties were the biggest after those. Many would gather at BnD’s, Casinos, Luxury hotels to celebrate its success and this was like none other. The adoration and love of everyone was always so overwhelming, like a heavy weight on (Y/n’s shoulders. With the fame comes that, but he always had his friends to lessen the burden. Specifically, Chris. The God of thunder had amazing success with Ragnorok and has always had your best interest in mind when you two worked together, he kept his humble, kind, understanding mentality which made him such a lovable person. He slowly crept up behind (Y/n) and slid down to the seat beside him. His cheeky smile and goofy but gentle shove made the actor scoff. 
“Having Fun?” He asks, and (Y/n) turns to him and shrugs shyly. 
“Parties aren’t really my thing, a stiff drink yeah but, can’t deal with all these people, you know?” He explains, and Chris turns his head to the party goers behind them. He sees Chris and Rob chatting, mostly Robert. Sebastian and Tom trying to not to be too cheesy, Scarlet and Don playing the calm and cool sides, perfectly resembling their characters. Chris turns back and leans in a bit. 
“If I could be honest, I’m not the biggest fan either.” Chris said, and (Y/n) rolled his eyes. 
“Coming from Thor? Mister God of Thunder, dude women worship you, it’s kinda creepy.” (Y/n) said. 
“Comes with the territory.” He replies, and his confident smirk slowly fades to a more humble and calm demeanor. “You’re a Great actor too, You’ve got your own little cult.” He says jokingly and (Y/n) tries to hold his laugh. 
“They’re good people.” (Y/n) replies, “just wish people didn’t see me as some icon, just a guy.” 
“A splendid guy.” Chris replies, and the sudden bit of flirtation caught (Y/n) a bit off guard. He squints a bit and looks suspicious. 
“How much have you had to drink?” He asks, and Chris gives a shaky sigh. “Enough to know that, I’ve wanted to talk to you about this before but, I never knew if you.. well..” Chris rumbles on, and (Y/n) slowly began to piece together what he’s asking. 
“Are you asking if I feel the same way?” (Y/n) said, and Chris looks like a cat caught his tongue. (Y/n) sees the charismatic man fumble on his words, he lets out a laugh and stands up. Chris’ eyes keep up with yours and you nod. “I’m gonna check out the bedrooms In this pad, must have soft ones.” (Y/n) says and walks off Chris was actually at a loss for words, his focus turns to the others, Scarlett, Don, Tom and the others, they all gave him a few smiles and smirks. Essentially telling him to take his shot. Chris bit the proverbial bullet and stood up to follow. The party continues to rave successfully, but eventually began to slowly dwindle and die.
Sebastian and company were a bit concerned that their Co-Actors have disappeared though the night. Tom was the first to go searching for his friends though the lavish home of the party thrower, with it dying down the crowds have dwindled to hanging out, passed out, or too busy sleeping around. Fortunately the same thing can be said for his co-actors. Tom peers into a few rooms but mostly silence. But what cuts him off was the soft creaking echoing from one room.
He, albeit a bit reluctantly, approached the door to gently crack it open to the huffed and huddled sounds of men. He could only crack the door slightly to avoid being caught, as he could only make out the back of a man. His hands around the lower end of something in front of him as his hips thrusting. Tom wasn’t particularly the most upfront person but he could quick decipher what was going on. Before he could even think he instinctively backed away from the door, trying to compose himself, Suddenly he was caught up by the others who approach. 
“Tom. You seen them? I can’t… find…” Chris slowly began to trail off as his eyes slowly turn to the door, everyone’s ears picking on the sounds, the perverted ideas began to flood the sauced across and they slowly crept to the door.
They watched with bated break though the crack, trying not to get caught by their friends, (Y/n) was too preoccupied pleasing his partner as his hands gripped his waist firmly. Gently but sternly thrusting himself inside, biting his bottom lip to avoid too much noise, Chris grips the bed. Face down in the pillows to also muffled his heavy grunts. Unfortunately it still wasn’t enough and they were discovered.
But the others kept their distance, simply enjoying the show. They watched (Y/n) pick up the pace, his body leers over Chris’ body. Holding him close and tight. His breath trailing down the neck of Chris sent shivers down his spine anticipating the climax.
(Y/n) grunts like a caveman, overtaken by lust he clamps down tight on Chris, letting his Load cream his insides. Slowly coming down from his high. (Y/n) let’s go of Chris, gently letting him down as he slumps next to him.
The others slowly back away, pretty satisfied with their discover. It makes all the other times they slipped away, given much more, erotic context...
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Thank you guys for reading this.
Thanks again to the two amazing people that helped me do this. @squippy360 did the main version and @ornii did the alternative version. They helped me so much they were lifesavers with this so thank you both again...
Which version did you like better, the main version or the alternative version?
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book-place · 10 months
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Avengers: Lost in Germany
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Avengers cast x reader platonic
Request: Uh uh uh I became a second idea. Marvel cast X reader where the cast had a interview or something like that in Germany and because no one ever was there (expect reader who lived in Germany) they kinda got lost and reader is like „seriously guys who in the name of my half eaten potatoes did you even got lost here“ and then comes to rescue
can they even get lost? I DONT CARE they do now for the sake of this request
Request by: @kiyomi-uchiha777
*not my gif*
Summary: Who knew everything could go wrong when you decided to take one nap and leave your co-stars to fend for themselves?
A/N: This was fun to write
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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“Should we call her?” Mark asked in a quiet voice, glancing around nervously at his co-stars as he awaited an answer.
“Are you crazy?” Robert hissed, “We can’t call her! She’s gonna think we’re idiots!”
“You kind of are though.” Scarlett pointed out unhelpfully.
“Uh uh uh,” Downey turned to her, narrowing his eyes and pointing a finger at her, “You’re just as much at fault here as the rest of us are.”
“I just followed you guys, I have no idea what’s going on.” Evans looked exhausted as he threw his hands into the air.
“This city is wonderful!” The other Chris chimed in, looking around in awe, as if oblivious to the others bickering, “Y/n is so lucky to be from here!”
Jeremy looked around and nodded in agreement, “This place is nice.”
You and your avengers co-stars were all in Germany, your home country, on a press tour, and the six of them had gone out for a stroll whilst you were taking a nap in the hotel, only to wind up lost within the first twenty minutes.
“So why don’t we call her?” The actor for Bruce Banner stressed, “We’re lost and she knows this place like the back of her hand! She even said so herself!”
“It’s humiliating!” Robert cried dramatically.
Scarlet rolled her eyes, “I’ll take being humiliated over being lost down this random alleyway anyday.” She quipped back.
The actor dropped his head with a long sigh, and Evans clapped him on the back, “I think you should be the one to call her. You know, since you feel so strongly about the issue.” He had a spark of mischief in his eyes.
Robert groaned, slowly taking out his phone and clicking onto your contact, holding his breath as he listened to it ring.
Six rings in, it was cut off and your voice floated through the speaker, “Hello?”
“N/n, hey,” Downey chuckled awkwardly, pausing. One sharp look from Scarlett, though, had him scurrying to continue, “Listen… we may or may not have… gotten lost?”
There was a silence following his statement/ question, before you sighed loudly, “How did you idiots manage to get lost? It’s really not that hard. It’s quite simple.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He grumbled, giving a dirty look to his snickering co-stars.
You finally allowed yourself to chuckle a little bit at the predicament before you relented and said, “Alright, fine. Send me your location and I’ll come get you all.”
When he did just that, another long silence stretched out.
“… You guys know you’re only a street away from the hotel, right?”
The volume on Roberts phone was apparently loud enough for all of them to hear, because all six of them facepalmed in sync.
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happy74827 · 3 months
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All I Wanted Was You
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[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.
WC: 3540
Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}
So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)
And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭
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They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.
So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?
You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.
You're left with nothing but your fear.
Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.
The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.
Thor.
He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.
The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.
You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.
So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.
Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.
But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.
The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.
Safe.
The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.
He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.
Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.
You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.
But Thor, he was extraordinary.
The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.
He was everything you were not.
It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.
Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.
Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.
That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.
That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.
Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.
And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.
You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.
He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.
But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.
Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.
It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.
A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.
Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.
But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.
That's when everything began to blur.
You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.
It all came crashing down.
Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.
If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.
Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.
Stay behind him.
Always stay behind him.
Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.
Then, to run.
Run.
Run.
Run.
The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.
His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.
Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.
The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.
Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.
All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?
No.
He was not.
As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.
The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.
You were launched out and onto the floor.
It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.
The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.
That's when the creature turned his attention to you.
You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.
You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.
The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.
He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.
When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.
And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.
All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.
The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.
But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.
Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.
The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.
The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.
Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.
His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.
“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"
A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.
Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.
There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.
You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.
But, your body trembled in fear.
Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.
“I think not. We have use of her."
He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.
Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.
Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.
He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.
You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.
And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.
In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.
But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.
The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.
Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.
Everything.
It was Thor.
Your Thor. Your everything.
He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.
The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.
Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.
He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.
He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.
The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.
Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.
It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.
You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.
You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.
But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.
You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.
You could see it all.
And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.
You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.
Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.
You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.
It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.
“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.
He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.
When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.
Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.
And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.
They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.
Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.
The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.
You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.
“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."
The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.
"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."
It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.
He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.
Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.
His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.
More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.
But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.
"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."
Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.
"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”
The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.
Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.
Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.
You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.
You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.
Run.
Fight.
Scream.
Just do something.
But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.
But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.
To stop it from hurting.
He couldn’t.
All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.
All he could do was stare and scream.
It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.
It was worse than anything.
It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.
It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.
And it was all because of you.
That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.
The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.
Everything after that was darkness.
No memories, no thoughts, nothing.
Just darkness.
All he wanted was you.
All he needed was you.
And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.
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ughdontbeboring · 16 days
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only you.
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Thor x WoC reader
reader comes home a little tipsy and Thor has to remind her, she’s the ONE.
Warnings: Slightly smutty? Insecurities, Thor is that man. Reader is tipsy but she’s totally ok with her man dickin her down.
note: this is my big story back, I don’t think I’ve posted in like a year? not sure, also this is super rushed so not super proud but I had to get it out my head. Also there’s going to be an alternative version of this because I couldn’t decide how I wanted this to go. That will be posted in a week or 2. I have a hard time writing Thor idk way, he’s one of my favs but such a complex character I think. Also only one mention of readers complexion but can be read by anyone.
don’t give permission for my works to be used in any form. If you likes it reblog, share it, love it all that good shit.
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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach. 
Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago. 
She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.
She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard. 
“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight. 
“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.
“Do you need water little one?” 
“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock. 
She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room. 
She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.
“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember. 
“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. 
“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“
But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs. 
They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan. 
“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock. 
She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand. 
“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy. 
“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his. 
“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“
“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again. 
His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him. 
“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully. 
The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again. 
“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade” 
“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly. 
“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt. 
“I am yours completely” Thor said before he swiftly buried his thick cock in her til the hilt, her eyes rolled back as her loud gasped filled the quiet room. 
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streets-in-paradise · 3 months
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Stained - Thor x (Fem)Servant!Reader
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Requested by @thorsslxve
" 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐥𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥!!! 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤-𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟) 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭) 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡....𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐢𝐟 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭) 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐲𝐲𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐡𝐡♥️♥️"
Sure, dear! It's kinda out of my comfort zone, but I tried my best. I used this as a prompt inspiring the whole thing. Hope you will enjoy this 😊
Warnings: Dark(ish) Thor expressing enjoyment on corrupting the reader, sexual harassment. His advances are not absolutely unwanted, but the power imbalance between servant and master puts the reader in a hard situation regarding her agency on how things play out.
Summary: Another triumph of Asgard leaves the servants overworked in the preparation of a feast. While most of your kind is occupied in the preparatives, your are send to attend the prince in his post battle bath.
Despite you intend to simply fullfill your task, he seems to have other plans in mind.
Note: Since the requester asked for a dark version of tdw thor, this differs from his canon characterzation in that movie, resembling a bit more to his pre 2011 self.
Thor had returned victorious from one more battle, bringing order to the Nine Realms inmersed into chaos since the destruction of the Bifrost. Asgard was preparing for celebrations and the feasts in the palace required an insane amount of work given the usual magnitude. Even without the macabre jokes of Loki, servants still had to stand a lot from the demmanding nobility attending the gathering.Smashed cups, countless refills and their arrogant attitudes boosted by the effect of their drinking was the easiest of it.
Sometimes, asisting them in their personal preparatives was a hassle. The freshly arrived champion stained of war needed his bath to be prepared and a small court of servant maidens were required for the task. Not always he needed so for practical reasons, but Prince Thor enjoyed himself with the reactions obtained from the sight of him among them. The shyer, the better, his glory increasing with their timid admiration.
In that oportunity, he found you the loveliest. His attention was fixated on you from your very first shy smile, and his provocations escalated at any given chance.
Once the trully needed arrangements were completed, he asked everyone else to leave and you were left alone with him. He didn't recalled to have the pleasure before, so he guessed you were one of the maids of his mother sent in auxilie because everyone else was preparing the feast.
You had been shying away from the visual of your naked master and that made him suspect you were probably used to be in the service of ladies.
" Something troubles you?" He asked you in a mock, cocky smile on his face before finishing the statement. " First time serving a man in such íntimate settling, peraphs?"
You swallowed hard, eyes on the ground to avoid an accidental peek.
" I had only asisted Loki, by expressed command of the Queen during a brief occasion. " You admited in the same ceremonial tone you would use if there would be more people there. " Your brother doesn't rejoice in conversation with my kind, neither I would seek to change that given the horror tales I have heard from the servant folk. He didn't want company, so I fulfilled my task in silence and left, hoping to remain ignored for as long as possible. "
" I believe you may have succeeded for too long, or never fallen in the ríght hands. " Thor commented, dissapointed of hearing that you have been alone with his brother before despite you told him he didn't show you any interest. " You are too lovely to be easily ignored. Can you acknowledge that? I hope you do, all that beauty can get you in trouble. "
There was no answer and that frustrated him.
" Are you always so shy, little flower, or is it only arround me? "
The lustfull sound of that teasing remark blocked your mind for an instant.
" You have an overwhelming presence, my prince. " Was the fastest, partially true, excuse you could come up with. " If Giants tremble in front of you, … How can you expect a palace maid not to react according with this glorious fame of yours?"
" My hands give death with expertice and ease, as they can also give caresses. " He clarified in return. " Beautifull, innocent girls like you shall only tremble of delight from my touch, never of fear. "
The provocation was once more ignored, or at least you pretended to do so, but he splashed you with the warm water as a cheerfull method to force you to look at him.
On that partial victory he had obtained, the image that your eyes found spoke for itself.
Thor was spreaded comfortably in the tub, his strong arms extended at the sides, water dripping from his muscled torso and his gaze finding yours in an inviting way. Everything in his corporal language tempted you to roam him with your eyes and you did, because the spectacle wasn't easy to avoid.
To say that it was pleasant would have been an oversimplification. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, yet that didn't make the situation less unconfortable. You were his servant, not a wife contemplating the husband on a wedding night.
He could do with you whatever he wanted, and your were confused over if you would trully object to that, even if you could.
" Is there anything else you may need of me, Prince Thor? " You timidly asked. " If not, I shall … "
" I need you" He cutted you off. " Come closer, and do as I tell you. "
You nodded affirmatively and approached hesitantly, waiting for his command.
" We can start having you cleaning my back. I bet your touch must be so soft, … exactly what i'm needing. "
As you walked by intending to reach his back, he didn't miss the chance to extend his arm in order to give your bottom an encouraging squeeze. The surprise made you yelp, but he smiled as if he intended to reassure you.
As soon as your hands were on him, it only got worse. Thor wasn't shying away from groaning his relax out as your touch worked on his sore muscles while cleaning him up, loving the feeling but only regretting he couldn't see you.
" Enjoy yourself, let your hands feast on my body. " He commanded you, inciting you to go further. " I can tell you long for it as much as me, there is no use on denying it anymore."
Confused as you were, he still managed to send shivers down your spine and heat to your core.
Wordless approval of his instruction happened when your hands reached his chest, cleaneasing the dirt off his skin and caressing it on equal amounts.
Thor released a dark chuckle before proclaiming his triumph.
" You are stained of lust for me … and by the time this will be over you will be begging me to ravish you. "
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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years
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Shine
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Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian! female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1820 words
Outline: The grandmaster grants you the best prize in Sakaar. But does he want to be your prize?
Warnings: feather play, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, oral (f! receiving), face riding, power play, praise kink, rough play, size kink, the reader has golden tattoos.
Author’s Note: Requested by @mercurial-make-em-ups here. Set during Thor's time in Sakaar. Thanks to @heygoodgirly for choosing the positions for me :) Was tons of fun to write!
dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Thor Odinson Masterlist
NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
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“Look at you, my shiny prize all ready for me, who would have thought?” 
You smirk as you walk inside the vast room, your heels clicking on the floor making your way to him. Thor Odinson, the famous Asgardian prince who has now fallen of grace here, only for you, in Sakaar. 
You were wearing a golden wrap dress, opting for no underwear since there was truly only one thing you wanted from this night. The grandmaster was kind enough to grant you a whole night with the prince making him your precious champion and prize. 
You were a powerful rich woman, self-made, thrice a widow and you had been living close by to this planet for a while now, long before the destruction of Asgard. Yet you never had the pleasure to meet Thor before.
Thor is sitting on the bed, his arms and legs crossed looking at you. Somehow he looked much more handsome with the short hair and his eye patch, something raggedy, rough, and far more human. He was hard to resist and he was everything you ever wanted. 
“I’m all yours my lady.” He smiles softly and gestures for you to sit. You shake your head at his reaction and move closer to him. 
“Do you know what I want from you?”
“Oh, I know. I know very well.”
“Good. Very good. And would you do anything I ask of you?”
“Anything for you, my lady.” 
“Start with your armor. I wanna see you.” 
You look at him to just see how obedient he could be and you watch him as he carefully disposes of all of his clothes. Starting from the breastplate and going to the heavy pants and then he seemingly teases you as he is taking off his underwear. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of his cock. Enormous, girthy, and ever so veiny. You salivate at the thought and the sight as he sits back in the bed with a smirk on his face. Oh, he knew the effect he had on you, on any woman really. 
It almost made you wonder who was truly in control.
You place a finger in your hair, tied to a loose bun, and by pulling off a golden feather you set them free and loose, holding the feather. Then you bring it to his body, dragging it slowly from his inner thighs to his chest, and watch him as he breathes in and out at your actions. 
Thor looked so beautiful, all naked illuminated by the night lights coming in from the bedroom window. You move the feather across his cock, which is now getting twitchy for you, growing bigger and bigger. It makes your heart beat faster knowing you can tease him like that. 
After a few more minutes of teasing him with the feather, you set it aside and climb on the bed. You pull another feather that’s on your side, holding the golden fabric together, and allow him to watch your body bare and naked just for him. Your chest was covered in different golden scribblings, phrases, and mantras from the celestials and the ancient ones. 
“Is that..” Thor reaches out curiously with his hand but you only push it away. You settle on the other end of the bed with your legs open and he watches you with his mouth hanging open. He can’t figure out what you want. 
“Write.” You smirk. “Write what you can read on me.” Thor’s eyes open wide and he reaches for the papyrus by his bedside table, picking it up alongside the feather and ink. 
“Right here.” You gesture to him, to the area between your bare legs, and watch him as he obediently, lays on his stomach placing the papyrus very close to your pussy. With the end of the feather, he could touch your pussy, teasing you as well. 
He stares at your body and touches you with his fingertips when he needs to look at the different words and symbols. Every time he writes down the right sentence, you compliment him with a smile and a “good boy”. Thor is fascinated by you and that makes you feel incredibly happy. 
Your fingers are on his cheek softly caressing him as he scribbles looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. He drags the top of the feather against your pussy lips with an innocent move as your pussy begins to wet. 
“You want help with that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. 
“You seem like a very hungry boy.”
“Oh, I am.”
He puts the feather down and hands you the papyrus before placing his hands on your thighs and his tongue on your pussy. 
You are reading the content of the papyrus to him as his tongue works on you. He starts with the flat of his tongue dragging it up and down, tasting your sweet juices, followed by teasing your clit with the tip of your tongue, circling it around. 
You can’t help but moan between words, trying hard not to grab his hair and force-feed him your pussy. You are curious about what he likes to do and he is also curious about what you like. 
He continues though more forcefully dragging and working his tongue and his lips on your pussy, alternating between soft kisses too long licks. Then he adds a scissored finger, followed by another one, stretching you open. You drop the paper off your hands and grip his head while you start to move your pussy against his face. You couldn’t resist it anymore.
He smirks at your reaction and lets you ride his face however you like, pressing and pressing your pussy against his face, him holding you by your thighs wrapping his hands around them. 
“Thor, fuck me, please!” You plead out as your orgasm hits you, causing his beard to drench in your juices. 
Your body is trembling but you want more, so much more…
Thor lets go of your pussy sitting back against the bed frame and pulling you alongside him. Your legs on his legs, sitting in his embrace. It felt incredibly romantic given the circumstances and you knew that Thor wanted this as much as you did. He grabs your legs and brings them closer to him before gripping you on the hips.
You quickly realize what he wants to do, as he pushes his cockhead inside you and settles your legs on his shoulders. 
He already makes you feel so full. His hands move to your ass and he grabs it as he slowly moves his cock inside your pussy, looking down to watch as you easily swallow him in. 
“You ever gotten fucked by a fat cock before?” He asks you and his breath feels hot against your face. Your lean your body backward, shoving your breasts at his face as his cock is stretching you out, making it hard for you to reply. 
“With the way you moan, I know it’s been a while.” He chuckles and gradually sets a pace, that lets him move his cock further and further inside you until he hits your g-spot. It fills glorious like your tightness is swallowing his cock whole like his cock was meant to fuck you like that.
The position eased him very well, to look at you and fuck you deeply. Exactly how he always liked it. 
He continues, for as long as he likes, watching you moan and try to fuck yourself back to him whenever he stops for a break.
“Can’t seem to want to spend one moment unfucked?”
“Is…only one night…” You mewl, staring at him. 
“Then you need a break or several, trust me. I’ve seen girls break their backs before on my cock and is not funny. Imagine your body hurting so much you can no longer take me.” He raises an eyebrow, almost scolding you. “We wouldn’t want that to happen, do we?”
You pout at him, you were supposed to be in control but you know he is right. He carefully slips out his cock as he is kissing your neck and shoulders, easing your legs down and massaging your muscles. 
After a few more moments, he lays you down, turning you to your side and pulling you close to him, he kisses your face sweetly before seemingly getting up from the bed. You settle your weight on your hand as you watch him, stand close to the edge of the bed, and rub his cock a few times.
Then his attention returns to you, he moves his palm against your pussy and you rise up your legs to which he tells you no. “Keep 'em closed. I want you tight for me.”
Then Thor enters you again, pushing his cockhead against your pussy lips from the back, straddling your body.
You knew what Thor liked for sure. Deep ass penetration. That one thing was for sure. He does the same as before resting both of his hands on your body and pushing his cock inside you. 
The twisted angle from this position feels so good, it allows Thor’s cock to hit you deep and fill you up exactly how he likes. He goes slowly thrusting gently almost romantically until he is sure you have rested a little and then he sets a brutal pace.
Now the room is filled with the sound of slapping skin on skin, your wetness dripping on the sheets on the bed as he fucks you like he wants to own you. 
He grunts as he does so. You were keeping your legs so tightly together for him, giving a firm hold on his fat cock, almost struggling to keep your body up, glancing to look at his concentrated face, fucking your pussy like that.  
He is brutal and fast and rough and you can’t help but beg him to cum inside you, but he only laughs at you.
“You know I’m the god of fertility, right?” He stops his movements and slips his cock out of your hole grunting for the last time about the tightness. 
“Come here, open your mouth.” You obey, hopping around quickly like a bunny, hanging your mouth open and your tongue just for him.
And with a couple more strokes he shoots his load inside your mouth and it feels so warm and so good. Watching this specimen of men holding his fat cock with his huge arm, his eyes lightening up with his cum. What an image. 
When he pushes you back down on the bed and towers your body with his shoving his cock back to your pussy, you don’t protest, you only let him show you well and thoroughly that he can fuck a lady. 
That’s truly what you wanted anyway. And perhaps you make plans to keep the grandmaster happy with various gifts to potentially keep Thor as your own champion…
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You are so Strong
REQUEST: Hi Emma, would you mind writing a piece about fem reader who was sexually assaulted (doesn't have to be written in detail) who comes running to her trailer and all/some of the civil war cast are there (focusing on the male cast members maybe Chris H and Robert) and they comfort her from a panic attack and take her to the hospital and maybe a bit about her talking about the situation a few years later on a panel. I know that this isn’t always in everyone's comfort zone so you don't have to do it x
Warning: Sexual Assault, Crying, talk of domestic abuse, mean reporter
Paring: Robert Downey Jr x reader, Chris Hemsworth x Reader
AN: Thanks for being so Patience with this. it was 3 months ago I was asked to write this. I personally never went through something like this so if it is wrong or too fluffy I'm sorry. 
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You Hated the Press
Like every other of your co-stars, you always got bored of being asked the same questions repeatedly. As a young female in the industry, you always got questions about your clothing, Love life, and you were so sick of it. Were there some fun press memories? Yes of course but the majority of them are the same old same old.
For example, right now you were in Hall H promoting Civil War. For the first time in Marvel history, they released a behind-the-scenes video before the movie was released. the video consisted of Chris Hemsworth walking around interviewing the cast of Civil War about the movie, and it was shot mockumentary style. Since Chris wasn't in the movie, but he had his own movie being released a week earlier before Civil War, both PR representatives from the respective movie thought it was a great idea to gain press. The video was being played on the screen and the audience was laughing and really enjoying the video. However, you were feeling very uncomfortable because this wasn't a fun day for you. You were trying to hold back the tears in your eyes and were taping your knees to keep your anxiety in check. Robert Downey Jr was sitting next to you and knew why you were anxious. He took your hand and squeezed it, to let you know there he was there for you. 
The video ended and there was a round of applause, you Quickly dry the tears off your eyes and started applauding with the rest of your friends. The interviewer saw you do that and looked at you. “Hey Y/N were those happy tears?” she laughed. Robert Downey Jr gave her a look that basically said don't ask her any more questions. But the interview didn't see it that way. 
“Describe how it was that day on set. I know you've worked with Chris before in a different film, what was it like working with him on the Marvel set?” she asked again, trying to understand why you were crying. You look towards Robert who gave you a squeeze before turning back towards the reporter. 
“It was super fun to have Chris there, but the day wasn't all fun and games. Right before I was interviewed something terrible happened to me and I feel if I stay silent about it does nothing for other victims.” You said into the microphone. “ Just to let those in the audience know I'm going to be talking about sexual assault so if this is too heavy for you go ahead and leave and we'll have something to let you know when you can come back in.”
FLASHBACK 
You were sitting in your trailer waiting for a new costume piece to be delivered when you heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” you said, still scrolling through your phone. The door opened and you saw Chris Hemsworth walking in. “hey sweetheart” he said with a big smile on his. “CHRIS” you shouted as you hugged him. The two of you were in a family comedy where you played his daughter so you were very excited to see him again. 
“ How are you doing sweetheart, how is Life here on the Marvel set?” he asked as he sat down on the couch in your trailer. “It's super fun and I love it so much. I wish you were doing this movie with us” you said as he gave him a side hug again. “yeah but it doesn't make sense plot-wise thought but I'm excited to see it in theaters” Chris said with a smile on his face. 
“So when are you going to interview me,” you asked as you turned to face him. “I'm going to come by After I do Downey’s interview because you have a costume fitting. once that's over I will come and do the interview.” he said. “sounds good.” you said as he stood up and went towards the door. 
“Stay out of trouble until then, got it?” you rolled your eyes at him in a playful manner. “Yeah Chris I got it, I'll see you later,” you said as you waved goodbye to him. Just as he Left he held the door open and this man came into your trailer with a black bag. You haven't seen him before but you assumed he was a new member of the costume crew.
“Hi!” you said as you introduced yourself. “I haven't seen you before. is this your first day?”
“Yeah, my name is Cody.” he held out his hand and you shook it. “Nice to meet you, Cody! thanks so much for your help with this movie it wouldn't be possible without you.”
“I appreciate it,” he said as you went to unzip the bag and pull out your suit for the movie. It was light blue, tight, and had belts and hooks to holster the fake weapons. “so this is just one of the possible costumes we have for the fight scene you're filming in a week. We wanted to see it on you and make necessary adjustments before shooting.”
“That makes sense. Just give me one second, I'm going to head to the bathroom to change into it,” you said as you took the suit very carefully to the other side of your trailer. It's not that you didn't trust Cody, he was just a man that you just met and didn't want to get naked in front of him.
“You don't have to I'm perfectly fine if you change in front of me, I've been doing this for a while,”  he said as he sat down on the couch. That comment made your stomach turn a little bit. It was weird of him to say that. “Understandable Cody however I just met you. the other customers can tell you this, it took me a while to get comfortable in my undergarments around them.” You quickly took your suit and went into the bathroom. You felt a little uncomfortable with him but you just brushed it off.
Once you came out of the bathroom with your suit on, Cody stood up from the couch. “How does it look?” you asked him and you turned around. Cody smiled at you, “You look hot as hell” he said as he scanned your body with his eyes. 
You quickly wrapped your hands around your stomach. “I appreciate that, but don't you think it's a little inappropriate?” you asked as you notice him coming toward you. “I don't think so, I'm a customer and the goal is to make you look good to the audience. So I'm just saying what the audience would say.” it made some sense to you but still made you uncomfy. As he looked more at the suit, you notice a hand graze your butt. “looks like there's some extra fabric here.” he said as he touch the fabric on your butt, pulling it down. you backed away from him quickly.
“Cody, I really don't appreciate you touching me without asking if it was okay. Can you please just take some notes and give them to Jen?”  You said looking at him, a little freaked out. “no can do that, she wants me to do the adjustments and put the pins in were needed now.” He then put the pin in where the bunch of fabric was he's made his way over to your front side.
“can I ask you a question?” Cody asked. You nodded your head. “Do you find me attractive?” he said as he slowly tugged on the fabric that was on your breasts. “Can you please stop, this is really wrong,” you said as he felt him move your hair to expose your neck. 
“We are two very attractive human beings and you're in a tight suit. Getting me a little hard thinking about what I would do to you in this.” Cody was behind you as he rubbed up and down on your hips. You took this advantage and kicked him with the back of your shoe in his area. 
“You BITCH” he yelled and he bent down to recover. You took this opportunity to run out of your trailer towards Downey Village. You remember Chris was there with Downey doing their portion of the interview. 
You rushed into the fake lawn set up and bumped into some camera crew. “Hey we are filming here!” you heard someone shout. Tears were streaming down your face that you hadn't noticed before. You pushed everyone out of the way until you saw the God in front of you and hugged him. Chris and Robert were confused as to where you came from, but they heard your sobs as you clung to Chris. Robert made a cut motion to the crew and they turned off the cameras and left the set, sensing there was a big issue. 
“Hey, hey Y/N. It's okay, you're safe. Do you want to go inside?” he said as you started to move towards one of the trailers. You shook your head as you held onto him tighter. “Okay, let's sit down then, okay? There we go.” Chris sat on the ground with his legs out, giving you room to cuddle into him as he slowly stroked your back. 
The tears were still coming as you felt another hand touch your shoulder. You flinched at the contact before you heard a comforting voice. “Hey sweetheart, it's Robert. Can you open your eyes for me?” You slowly opened them. “There you go, sweetheart.” He then proceeds to do the 5-4-3-2-1 technique with you. (sorry I didn't feel like writing it all out loll)
Once he felt you were calm down, he took your hand and squeezed it. “Do you want some water or something to eat?” he asked quietly. ”water please,” you said. He squeezes your hand again before getting up and going inside his trailer. Chris continue to rub your back and you relaxed a little bit more and more. “Wanna talk about it?” you shook your head. “In a bit, just not know. Still shaken up. I'm sorry for ruining the-”
“Hey, it's okay. You are way more important than some Stupid interview. Anytime you need something you'd come to me okay?” he said as he continues to rub your back. You just nodded your head and leaned into him more. Robert came out with a blanket, a water bottle, and a little piece of candy for you. “I assume you need some cheering up so I got you some stuff.” You took it from his hand. “thank you. I think I can talk about it if that's okay.” They nodded their heads and waited for you to start talking.
 As you tell your story, you notice Robert and Chris getting very frustrated. Not at you, but at Cody for what he's done. And also for production for hiring such a man in the first place. Tears were shed on both sides as you finish telling the story. “I'm so proud of you, thank you for sharing. We're so sorry you had to go through that, but know that we are here and we will always have your back.”
“I appreciate it, but honestly I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I don't want Cody to work with me on the set, but it makes me feel like a bad person..”  Chris quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it, making you look at him. “you are not a bad person, Cody is. Never feel bad for the person that abuses your trust and boundaries. Understand?”
“I understand Chris, thank you. And thank you to Downey, I love you guys so much.”
END FLASHBACK
“So yeah. it was an eventful day but out of it, I got closer to some cast mates, and it made me a stronger person. There are also so many resources and you guys can check out my social media pages where you can donate to shelters that house domestic abuse and sexual assault victims. There are people out there that need help way more than I do. I was lucky that I'm able to pay for the resources to help me through this but there's so many that can't and so the more we can do for others the better.” You finished saying into the microphone.  the audience applauded you for sharing your story. You look to your sides and see your castmates Giving you smiling nods.  You knew that they wanted to hug you at that moment but everyone was still trying to be professional and not overwhelm you. RDJ leaned in to give you a side hug which you returned. “Thank you,”  you whispered into his ear. “Anything for your munchkin.” He said he gave you a kiss on the top of your head.
 You look off stage and you see Chris Hemsworth clapping with the audience. “I'm so proud of you,” you saw him say. You blew him a kiss which he caught in his hands and placed in his heart. 
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Gilded • Prologue
Dark Thor x female reader x Dark Loki
Warnings: none (for the prologue)
Series materlist • main masterlist
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"The more I try to understand Midgard, the more it seems to confuse me." A thunderous voice sounds from behind, startling the young woman. The plate in your hand drops to the floor bursting in tiny pieces. "I did not mean to startle you, my lady." The man chuckled from behind you.
You turn her head slightly in his direction. His golden hair flowed down in waves on his shoulders, his signature red cape replaced by a dark blue hoodie. "Thor! I'm sorry. I was just— deep in thought."
"No need to apologize, my lady. You just stay still, the shards seem to be everywhere."
You nod, following his figure with her eyes as he walks over, broom in hand. Your hands reach out to grab the platic as he hands it to you. The broom bristles hit the floor as you attempt to make a move to sweep the shards into a pile, but Thor holds out a hand to stop you, shaking his head slightly. He then proceeds to sit on his heels and starts picking up the bigger white pieces scattered across the black kitchen tiles carefully gathering them in the palm of his left hand. "How have you been? Asgard treating you well?" You ask as he turns to throw the pieces in the bin hidden behind the cabinet on his right. Eyes falling on your frame after he tilts his head in your direction.
Thor turns back on his heels as he keeps his eyes on yours. "I am jovial that my people have accepted the change so expeditiously. My coronation is set in a weeks time." He stands, dusting off his hands on his jeans and holds out a hand. The gesture makes you raise a brow at him before understanding that he wants you to hand him back the broom. His lips turn up slightly after the corner of his lips as you hand him the plastic back.
"You must be thrilled to finally lead your people as king." You stares at him as his sweeps across the floor, his eyes scanning the pieces as they are swept into a neat pile. How out of place this looks for a future king. He nods as he steps in front of you after disposing of the last shards. "Thank you."
"Not a problem at all, my lady. Oh! Speaking of the coronation in Asg—" Before Thor can finish his sentence another voice interrupts his words.
"There you are! Have you—" Loki strides into the kitchen with his head held up high, demanding a certain type of authority with his prenuptial. He looks from his brother to you as Thor steps away from you to turn to look at Loki. "Oh, never mind. Pardon me, am I interrupting you, dear brother?" He voice holding a tone that could only be described as indifferent as his eyes narrow and a smirk ghosts his lips. He knew exactly what he just had done.
"I was about to ask the Lady." Thor grins in Loki’s direction before turning back to the said woman standing next to him.
"Ask me?" Your eyes swifting between the two brothers in expectation, eyebrow raised. “What Migardian thing can I explain to the two of you today?” You ask the brothers, a small giggle leaving your lips as Thor laughs and Loki looks at her with a disbelieving sneer.
“I will have you know, dear mortal, That I-.”
“Brother.” Thor interrupst him, his tone demanding. "Well, you see, my lady. I was—"
"We. We were wondering." Loki objects and Thor glares in his direction.
"Right. We, we were wondering if you would like to be present." Thor smiles at you with hopefull eyes.
"Present where?" You look at the blond god with confusion in your eyes, your right brow raising slightly again as they knit together on your forehead.
Loki clears his throat as speaks your name and shakes his head with a roll of his green eyes. "What the oaf is trying to say—"
"Oi! I'm not an oaf."
"Of course not." Loki says to his brother with a sarcastic undertone in his voice. "As I was saying. We would like to invite you to join his coronation. To have you, dear pet, present and of course show you the wonders of our phenomenal home, now that father is not present anymore."
Thor glares at his brother. "Loki." He threatens. "He was still our father, have care how you speak of him."
"Oh, well, at least he can't hear it." Loki girns mischievously. “And he was not—; Never you mind.” He sends you a wink as he holds his silver tongue before gesturing his hand to his brother for him to continue.
Thor sighs as he turns back to look you in your eyes. "Don't mind his words, Lady." His voice low, the sound reminding you of rumbling thunder. "But we would be honored to have you join us in Asgard."
"I— I don't know what to say." You stammer. Eyes wide in disbelief, shock sending sparks over your back as excitement fills your blood.
"How about a thank you, your highness, I would be honored."
"Brother." Thor glares at Loki once again before turning back to you. "Think about it? Not too long, we would have to leave tomorrow at noon." He takes your hand in his.
"You will have my answer by tonight." You tell the Asgardian gods. Slowly rescinding your hand from Thor’s.
"I will await your answer in patience." Thor tells you as he steps in the direction of the door. "Don't take too long though." He winks before grabbing his brother by his arm and dragging him out.
"I beg your pardon, unhand me at once, brother." Loki swats at Thor's hand with a scoff and you chuckle at his reaction. "But yes, pet, please don't take too long with your answer." He says over his shoulder, green eyes catching your eyes.
"I won't." And with that your yet again alone in the spacious room. You chuckle to yourself as you continue to unload the dishwasher.
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“Will you stop pacing! You are getting on my nerves. More then usual. And that is saying something.” Loki groans as he massages away his worries with two fingers between his brows. “She will accept.”
“And what if she doesn’t, brother? Mmm? What will happen then.” Thor stops his pacing abruptly, hands in fists at his side. His eyes roaming across the room before landing on his brother and he sneers as thunder claps outside. “She is taking a awful long time. Most mortals would be honored to be blessed to see our Asgard.”
“Now, now, brother. Being vain is more up my alley than yours. She WILL accept, not to worry.”
Thor doesn’t answer, he only turns on the balls of his feet and continues his stomping across the room. Slight rumble of thunder is heard outside before the room lights up with the flash of lightning.
“My, my, Thor. She will accept our generous invitation. She is a smart mortal.” Loki tells his brother as he cranes his neck to look at him. He holds back a sigh as he lets the words sink in himself. You are a smart one, right?
Thor growls at his brother and stomps back over. He grabs the front of his black overcoat and hoists him up his feet. “She should have been here by now.”
Loki, unfaced by his brothers anger, grabs his hands and rips them off of him. “Sit down, you oaf, and calm yourself.”
“But she-.”
A knock interrupts Thor’s words. “Am I the one interrupting something now?” There you stand, leaning against the door frame of the common room. “For two Gods, the both of you are hard to find.”
“Lady Y/n.” Thor sighs as he smiles at you, yet it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, the thunder outside now slightly reduced.
“Thor, Loki.” You nod as you step into the room. You eye both brothers curiously before folding your hands infront of you, a habit of nervousness. “I came to tell you of my decision. I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“No apologies needed, pet. Please, would you like to sit down?” Loki gestures to the seat in front of his, the leather fauteuil looks inviting as sitting on the floor.
“I’m okay thank you, after all, I would have to continue packing.” You from the fauteuil at him.
Loki’s eyes narrow as does his brothers. “You’re leaving?” The question is heavy on his tongue.
Your brows knit together and you turn to look at the floor, trykng to hide the smile trying to creep on your lips. “I am.”
Thor steps closer to you, his hand reaching up for you arm but he holds back. “What made you decide that.” His lips are in a tight smile as thunder slowly rumbles again outside.
“I— I mean,” you can’t get words out of your mouth, how could they be so daft. Instead you choose to look Thor in the eyes. You give him a pointed look and it takes him a second before a grin breaks on his face.
“Ah, I see, my lady.” He says as he plays along. You both turn to look at Loki who is trying to hold back a sneer. “It is understandable, isn’t it, brother?”
“Oh, is it now?” Loki glares at his feet as he takes his eyes from his brother to you, taking in the smile on your lips. A cheeky grin appears on you lips and his frown turns into a smirk.
“I would love to join you for Thor’s coronation. I would be honored.”
“I would say so.” Loki says with an undertone you can’t quite explain. He tuns to Thor. “It seems the mortal is smart after all.”
“You thought I wasn’t?” You ask while folding your arms disapprovingly. “How dare you.”
“How dare you trying to trick a trickster.” Loki turns up his chin as Thor laughs. “Well I must take my leave now. Have a good night.” And he walks off without another word. You frown in his direction as he disappears around the corner.
“Well, my lady, I am honored to have you with us in Asgard. But packing would not be necessary though. We can provide you with whatever you need back home.” Thor tells you with a generous smile, his eyes light up when he takes in your smile.
“Oh! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m already nearly finished. I would like to bring my essentials if that’s okay.”
Thor pats your shoulder before sliding his hands down your arm and taking your hand. “Take whatever you need, my lady.”
He squeezes your hand before you rescind it and nod your head. Turning on your heels as you make your leave. “Tomorrow at noon, correct?”
Thor smiles. “Tomorrow at noon.”
Hello darlings,
This is my first time writing on Tumblr and hope the story peaks your interest. I do want to warn you that reading this is at your own risk as it will contain dark elements from now on. This fic is after all a dark one. If your not comfortable with that, please don’t continue reading the rest of the story when posted.
I hope you enjoyed this prologue as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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omg i have been MIA for so long!! how are u?
also, if u are taking any requests what about CEO chris hemsworth x reader with age gap?
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A/N: This gif is so unfair…just 🫠 @agustdowney I’m well, darling! Hope you enjoy this!
Pairing: CEO! Chris Hemsworth x F! Reader
Warnings: 18+ significant age gap (10 years maybe?) smut & fluff.
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Bleary.
If you could sum up your current state in a word, that would be it. A dull but pounding headache was one of the first things you felt as you roused from sleep, along with a wave of nausea.
Sheets crumpled between your bare legs, you untangled them in a hurry to bolt towards the bathroom to empty your stomach, that instant pang of regret for having one too many drinks last night.
What you later registered was the dull, fading ache between your legs and the sore spots against your skin which in the mirror revealed dark, bruised hickeys along your neck and a couple on the inside of your thigh.
Last night.
Or rather little bits of it were coming back to you, the bar your friend dragged you to, the handsome stranger you met while getting your drinks, a casual conversation that turned into heavy flirting.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Can I buy you a new pick up line?”
Your snarky revert reached Chris’s ears before he saw you rolling your eyes at the stranger who had decided to hit on you at the bar.
His chuckle made you turn to him and lock eyes, the bluest of the blue and the kindest you had ever seen before you shamelessly checked him out, the man was gorgeous.
“You don’t have a go to line, do you?”
“Nope. Never needed one to be honest.” His baritone was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach even with the loud music that blasted through the speakers. The man was kinda cocky, but there was something about him, you had to admit.
“Oh he’s humble.” You giggled, watching his eyes crinkle in the corners.
One thing led to another as the conversation flowed along with drinks, the chemistry was palpable, almost electric as the two of you talked through the night.
The next thing you vaguely remembered was stumbling inside your apartment, knocking the furniture over as Chris carried you in, his lips attached to your neck while ridding you of your clothes in a hurry.
When you made it to your dimly lit bedroom, your eyes shamelessly raked over his physique after unbuttoning his shirt.
The man was surely built by the Gods, a perfectly toned chest that led down to his chiseled abdomen, further down his happy trail and boxer covered manhood.
He was sly enough to put on a show for you, peeling his shirt off of his shoulders to display his arms that were easily the size of your thighs.
Strong and ripped, the veins that popped up were enough to make you clench your thighs together, your mind already wandering places fuelled with the potent mix of alcohol running through your system, clouding your rational thoughts.
All of that wandering turned into a reality as Chris crawled up your body, holding the back of your knees as his bristly beard brushed against your thighs, creating a delicious friction as his mouth approached your clothed cover.
It took you a beat to register what he was doing as your panties were slid aside to expose your moist core.
With a slight nudge of his nose, he pushed your clit hood upward, his tongue peeking out just a little before the sound of your panties ripping into shreds next caused you to yelp and giggle drunkenly.
Chris attacked your cunt like a starved man, holding your legs apart while his tongue lay flat against your folds, teasing and coaxing them open before plunging inside, letting out a grunt of approval as you writhed beneath him, fingers twisted in his short, deep blonde hair.
Your mouth opened willingly as he silently commanded you to suck on his fingers, his smirk disappeared between your legs when you obeyed like a good girl.
“Dear Gods above, don’t stop!” You moaned, back arching off the bed as that wicked tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while he pushed his thick fingers inside your tight heat, murmuring how good you felt as your warmth swallowed them.
In a haze of alcohol and pleasure that coursed through your veins, you came as he added a third digit, curling them over your spot that sent you over the edge.
Your body shuddered as the aftershocks wracked through, a warm flush spread across your skin as your ragged breathing continued, legs almost clamping shut at the sensitivity as you felt him litter your skin with angry, red marks that were sure to turn sore tomorrow.
As he crawled up your body, littering small kisses all over, sleep and exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, the drowsiness that followed had you pass out before you could comprehend.
Chris chuckled to himself as you began snoring lightly, covering you up with a blanket laying on his side, gazing at you as you slept.
Chris.
You hadn’t bothered to register his last name before the two of had stumbled home in the wee hours of the night.
Peeking out of your bathroom door, you caught him sitting up in your bed and stretching. The taut muscles in his back flexing in the most delicious way as he stood up and shrugged on his shirt from the night before.
“You know, we’re in your apartment. You don’t have to act like a little spy.”
He smirked looking over his shoulder, clearly aware of your shameless staring. The way his voice was deeper in baritone in the mornings was enough to fluster you, along with his towering and slightly intimidating presence in your tiny apartment.
The guy could be well out of your league, you thought. Morning afters had the habit of giving a reality check like nothing else.
“You should be illegal.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, regretting it as his smug grin widened, he was clearly enjoying himself.
“Did you uh—I mean, did we have—”
“Sex? No. We would have, but you were snoring away happily after I went to town on you. Anyway, I wouldn’t have tried anything. I would very much have you screaming my name when you’re in your senses.”
The memory of his tongue working wonders on you came rushing back albeit hazy as your thighs pressed together at the mention.
The smug bastard.
Chris swiftly moved to your kitchen, curiosity asking you to follow him to find him reach for a glass of water and some pills for your headache.
“I trust your head is killing you?”
“Why thanks, it is.” You sassed back, doing a rather poor job of it but willingly accepting them from him.
“Rest up. You need it.”
He ordered you around with a certain undeniable authority, leaving you at a loss for words as he casually wandered around your space, making himself comfortable on your couch.
He wasn’t wrong, you needed sleep to recover. Especially when you had an interview to prep for later in the evening. That was in a couple of hours as your eyes landed on the clock on your wall.
“I’m screwed.”
“Excuse me?”
“No! I mean, I—I have a job interview later today, its for this big company and I do not have the time to prepare for it. I’m so gonna blow my chances of getting through this one. Why do I do this?”
You cursed under your breath, massaging your temples as you muttered mostly to yourself, missing the fact that Chris was buttoning up his shirt, ready to leave.
“I’m sure you’ll nail it. You’re better than you give yourself credit for.”
You walked him out after throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, for lack of a better option. A part of you wanted him to stay for breakfast, but mostly you reminded yourself that this was just a one night stand, probably leading nowhere.
“Good luck. It was very nice meeting you, Miss (Y/L/N). I guess I’ll see you around.” He winked, squeezing your shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before disappearing behind the door.
Your computer was set up for the interview, thankfully it was virtual one, a quick chat with your head hunter before you would be connected to the HR and finally the CEO of the company.
Fixing your hair one last time, your feet tapped against the chair as the meeting proceeded. They seemed happy with you and you were pretty confident as the time passed. It was finally time for a quick introduction with the CEO and the nerves kicked in once more.
The screen revealed the back of an office chair, a plush, dark leather one before it swivelled to reveal the man himself, dressed in a crisp grey suit and the signature smirk as he turned to look at you.
Chris.
It was beyond a shock at this point, your brain forgot how to function and you had to struggle to keep your eyes from widening and to not let the situation horrify you. 
You were hoping the internet would glitch at some point and it would spare you the horror and embarrassment about the fact that you had spent the night with this very man who would now decide your fate in the company.
You were definitely screwed.
“Miss (Y/L/N). We’ve met sooner than I thought we would.”
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kyber4crystal · 2 years
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Nectar of the Gods (Chris Hemsworth x Wife! Reader)
Category: Smut
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Warnings: established relationship, p in v penetration, handjob, fingering, I think that’s it
The cool breeze made the curtain give a slight, graceful dance. The morning light was welcoming yet neither of you wanted to get up. You've been in that room one entire night and yet still, you'd rather stay there, a haven created by a long night of passion and love than move to the outside world.
“You know, you're why I smile lately.” you run a hand along the side of his face, grazing his cheek lightly with your fingertips.
“Yeah?” His smile, big and full of life, brought a small laugh from you. This man meant everything to you. He brings so much light into your life that it's almost impossible to not forget the problems that await you outside.
“Yeah, everything was jumbled after I finished filming, and this last movie was such a roller coaster but you stayed there, firm as a rock.” his eyes trained on your own, admiring every aspect of you through your eyes. Sometimes you wondered if he could see the good and the bad through you. It amazed you how much he loved you, so unconditionally it was scary sometimes.
“I'm glad that I can be there for you, you know I’ll always be there for you. You're my person Y/N and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I love you too much to lose you.” his voice was soft while he spoke, his love was shown in so many ways, in how he held you, how he looked at you, how he was around you, how he just loved you.
In general, you were both smitten. It wasn't much of a surprise to anyone that saw you, just how in love you both were, how much two people could share in their lives. You both were lucky to have found each other, not everyone finds something this special, this precious. This hotel room became your little sanctuary for your time being and it was the most magical feeling ever.
There was this sense of wholeness within you that you couldn't ignore. You kiss his neck and trail your kisses up to his jaw. His smile is so wide and happy. You've never loved someone as much as you've loved him, the pure joy you get by seeing him be so happy in such a sweet moment was the reason you had this time away. He was such an excellent partner and such a fantastic father that you couldn't replace him with anything or anyone.
"I love you," he kissed your lips, "I love you so much it drives me insane sometimes." He kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your hips and your head resting in his arms, listening to his words, this was your peace.
The hand placed on your hip kept moving down to your thighs, gently kneading the flesh that resided there. His lips left kisses on your neck and collarbone while you traced lines on his chest. He placed his wandering hand over you and ran two fingers up your folds, massaging the bundle of nerves that resided in that area. He separated your lips, digging his finger slightly in while the other went up and down your clit. His lips trailed up to your ear, nibbling your lobe while he savored the sweet sounds that escaped your mouth.
"How can you work me up this fast?" Your question made him hum, slightly slowing down like if he was thinking his next words.
"I don't know love, but from how wet you are I'd say I'm doing something really good." He left you breathless, the stroke he had on you turned into two digits and his thumb took his place on your clit.
"And from how hard you are I'd say you're getting off on how much I'm trying not to move." He chuckled at your words. You placed your hand on his cock, slightly stroking him, placing your finger over his tip which made him shudder. His forehead rested next to yours, both your breaths mingled with the other.
His thumb stroked a little faster while the two digits inside you were joined in by a third. His other hand, that rested beneath your head, came up to caress your hair, his gentle kisses accompanied his fingers threading through your hair. Your hand almost gave out from stroking him. "Baby you can stop, I just want to pleasure you. I don't have to cum." Goosebumps sprinkled through his body, you made it impossible for him to not be in love with you.
You nodded yet stroked him faster. He inhaled deeply, your scent filling his nose giving him a jolt of electricity, he couldn't get enough of you. His pace quickened sometimes and when you flicked your thumb over his slit, his hand slightly trembled inside of you. His groans were right next your ear, he peppered kisses on the side of your head, sometimes trailing down to below your jaw. Truly, you made the perfect choice to come to Italy and get a breather. Lazy sex was something that you always found useless until you met your husband, he made you change your mind faster than anyone before.
“I really love those sounds you make, the god of thunder completely at my mercy,” a giggle ripped out of you at what you refrensed, you tighten your grip whenever you reached the base, slowly going back up and repeating the action.
“And an empress at mine,” he nuzzled his face next to your neck, grazing his lips and teeth there, leaving a small mark at your collarbone, “you truly are music to my ears.” He gave a particular thrust into you, curling his fingers at just the right spot, and almost made you cum.
“Chris, don’t stop,” your moan was loud, a delicious addition to the squelch that your juices and his own were making, “fuck, how have you always been so good at this?”
“Blame it on the amount of times I’ve roamed my hands on you. You truly are a greedy little thing sometimes,” he spoke breathlessly, his thumb on your clit was relentless, he had you shaking, sometimes losing the rhythm you had on his dick.
“It’s not my fault your the one that always starts and insists on making me cum more than you,” you could barely speak, moans escaping in between your sentence, he was unbelievably good at making you reach your peak, thank god he wasn’t on a teasing mood.
“Oh god,” he kept on hitting your g-spot, continuously making a mess of you, he kissed your neck and under your jaw, loving the sounds that came out of you, “oh shit,” he never stopped, he trailed his kisses to your breasts, nibbling on a nipple that was closest to him.
“Cum my love,” he says it in between marking you and kissing you, “cum for me,” your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, he kept the fingers inside of you prolonging your bliss, you were in a daze, a lazy smile on you. He kissed your cheek, your nose, your forehead, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, and lastly kissed you on your lips, “l love you so much, you did amazing my love, you did so good.”
“I need you Chris, please,” he smiled and chuckled, even after years of being together your sex drive was still so insanely high.
“Are you sure?” His asking was genuine, you’d been at it for a while and he wouldn’t have you get hurt because of him.
You nodded, running your hand through his sides, knowing he loved when you trailed them a certain way.
“Okay, just tell me if you need a break,” he positioned himself in between your legs, placing your thighs on top of his own, he reached down and held you around your waist with one arm while his other was occupied caressing your face.
“I will, baby, don’t worry,” he kissed you, he loved kissing you, how your lips molded to his, how your tongue would wrestle with is own, how he could make you moan if he did that specific twirl with his tongue, he loved to pleasure you, as much as he loved getting to cum inside you.
He slowly thrust in, letting you get comfortable again with the stretch. You feel every ridge of him, you felt how your walls fluttered around him. He let out a guttural moan at how tight you still were, wrapping around him so perfectly.
“Fuck,” halfway in he stopped moving, if he did move he would lose control and that would hurt you, your already sensitive walls pulled him in more, but your gasps and sounds gave out that clearly you needed time, “baby, your not comfortable, I’m hurting aren’t I?”
“No, your not, I’m okay, just take it slow,” you pulled him down to kiss him and rolled your hips to feel more of him, the stretch of him was so painfully pleasurable that you needed more. You took what he gave you and what he hesitated in giving you you coaxed out of him.
He set a slow rhythm, working you both up to get accustomed to the feeling. An entire night of passion could do wonders, the reason for the morning soreness you were now feeling but you needed him.
Low groans and moans bounced off the walls of the hotel room along with the sound of your juices mixing together. His pelvis hitting your clit. He would pull out almost completely and slowly go back in, angling toward your g-spot, already knowing by memory where it was. His lips trailed below your jaw, his free hand would play with a nipple, fiddling with it in between his fingers.
All he wanted was for you cum, you had worked him up earlier enough for him to orgasm the second he entered you yet his pleasure was seeing you pleasured so he took you to the ledge. He picked up his pace, his thrusts stronger, he lowered his hand toward your clit, flicking it and rubbing the amount he knew would make you cum. Your walls tightened around him, your moans became louder, you were close.
“Oh god, harder,” and he did, he went faster, his thumb on your clit pressed down a little more, he whispered in your ear how much of a good girl you are and how good you were doing for him. That sent you over the edge. That orgasm hit you hard, he kept thrusting in you making it last longer.
“Holy shit,” he came, hard. His cum coated your walls, some spilling out from in between you, you both couldn’t stop smiling, he coaxed every tremble from you, his hips still slowly moving, “I love you,” you smiled up at him, tired out of your mind, you whispered it back. The action brought a grin to him, that smile somehow became bigger, he bent down to kiss you once more, a sweet kiss to distract you from the sting of him leaving your entrance.
“I’ll go get something to clean us up,” he signaled towards the bathroom.
“Okay,” you set your legs down, as comfortably as you could, and placed the blanket over you. He came back with a wet hand towel, cleaning you up, being careful not to do it too hard, he was a titan of a man.
He placed it in a corner and snuggled in with you, wrapping you both with the blanket, an arm over your waist and the other under your head, he loved when you snuggled up to him, having you right next to him.
The morning was almost through and the both of you hadn’t left that hotel room. This vacation was a blast, you’d definitely would come after every film is done.
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torossosebs · 2 years
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even this time taika waititi did an amazing job, thor love and thunder is so good!!! one of the best mcu movies for sure.
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i love cast x stepdaughter!reader please make more?
Notes: I’d like to thank @waywardinfluencervoid for the request. I hope you like it!
I don’t own any of the gifs/pictures used.
Warnings: Poor writing, spelling/grammatical errors, whatever else I failed to mention
Word Count: TBD (give or take)
Masterlist: Click Here & Here
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So Chris Hemsworth as a stepfather
He’s sweet and goofy, that’s for sure
When he started dating your mother, Elsa, the two of you became pretty close
Your own father wasn’t super involved in your life, so Chris stepped in and stepped up
He made an effort to know your interests, what you liked and disliked
You got to know what Chris liked as well
Any visits to Australia? You asked him to teach you surfing
You became close to his brothers and parents
You felt like you were really becoming apart of his family
You taught him some Spanish
Mostly to impress your mom (she thought it was sweet and funny), but he wanted to feel closer to you guys
When Chris married Elsa, you cried the whole time
He’s your best friend and now he’s your stepdad
You help out with your younger siblings
You all like to tease Chris in Spanish
When he joined the MCU, you became close to his costars
Having Chris as your stepdad is great
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3mcwriting · 1 year
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Heartache Himbo
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This was a requested oneshot, hope I did well.
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Was it stupid to fall in love with a god?
You got the sense that it was.
And yet there you were, in love with your best friend—or as everyone else knew him—Thor, the god of thunder.
And you'd tried to ignore your feelings, you'd tried your hardest to only see him as your friend, but it was impossible. He was always there for you, eternally joyful, and forever trying to make you smile—how could you not fall in love with him?
So, there you were, unable to tear your eyes away as he embraced Jane Foster.
There were downsides to falling in love, after all.
Especially when there was no possibility of it being requited.
But you didn't understand how you were supposed to stop. How do you stop loving the person who never failed to get a laugh out of you? The person who as soon as he got a phone, never failed to text you good morning or good night? The person who always put you before him?
How do you stop loving that person?
Watching the fondness with which he looked at Jane, though, you knew you would have to figure out a way. It was excruciating to see his love directed at someone else when all you wished was for it to be towards you. To witness his love first-hand, but never for you…well, you understood why people said that love made you weak.
Nevertheless, you had always been a persistent person. Just like every other thing you'd ever done, you would continue trying until the torment in your heart was nothing more than an aching memory.
For the moment, though, seeing Jane and Thor together was too much of an affliction on your feelings so you left.
"Hey!" Thor called out to you, your name rolling off his lips in a way that made your breath hitch. "I had thought we were going to depart to the- what was it called…the theater of movies together."
You forced a smile onto your face, hoping it didn't look as insincere at it was. "I thought you and Jane might want to go together."
"But…" Thor was perplexed. "You spoke so happily about this occasion. Do you not wish to spend this time with me?" Coming from anyone else, that question might've sounded manipulative, but from the utter confusion on his face, you could tell he was genuinely curious.
You barked out a harsh laugh, wincing the moment the raw noise left you. "It isn't that."
"What is it, then?" Thor questioned, lost as to why you were leaving after you had been so excited.
Jane looked between the two of you, seeming to understand what was happening on your end. She left, not wanting to interrupt what was probably going to become a heavy conversation.
"I'm just not feeling up to it."
His eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Are you ill? Do you need me to fetch a healer?"
"It's not that," you hated how tempted you were to just tell him. He was one of your closest companions, you didn't want to ruin that.
Your name coming out of his mouth made you look up. "You can tell me anything. I am here to listen to you."
And you knew you shouldn't, but you'd never had quite the best self-control.
"I'm in love with you," you blurted, eyes immediately going wide at your own words.
"Oh," Thor was speechless for once, making you wince. You looked down, too embarrassed to face him after what you'd just said. You missed the growing grin on his face, too absorbed in self-pity to look at him.
That is, until he wrapped his arms around you, far too ecstatic to not embrace you. "I do believe I've been in love with you since the moment I set eyes on you."
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ughdontbeboring · 2 months
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so y’all know that part of Advengers End Game when Tony asks what’s wrong with Thor while Thor is just sulking, THEN Thor stalks Danvers with THAT stare down? Yea…sis..listen…PUSSY WET 🤷🏻‍♀️
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streets-in-paradise · 3 months
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Of Palaces, Princes and Magic - Thor x (Fem)Reader
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Warnings: Clueless, powerless Thor from 2011. Tons of fluff
Summary: Wandering arround your home Thor discovers evidence of the fairytale fantasies of your childhood and promises to make your dreams come true.
Note: I wrote this last night on my phone with the last bits of battery I had and post it on the morning from the laptop. There is no editing or proofread.
Tags: @thorsslxve
Allowing a stranger inside your home wasn't your initial intention, but you kept stumbling with him untill you realized he had nowhere else to go. From the barely understandable bits of explanations you got from him, your first guess was that he may have just escaped from a cult, but that didn't make him necesarily dangerous. He was lost, clueless of the world after abandoning the place that was all he ever knew. You did remember him mentioning something over the lines of ' being casted out as a punishment' and that seemed to comfirm your theory. A cult linked to norse mythology, with a leader believing himself to be Odin who had raised him as his son.
Thor lived in a fantasy world and you could tell he was harmless because he never meant to hurt you in any way. He probably required of professional help, but to get there he needed to reach some bassical functionality. If many people would get to hear more of his nonsense, he would end up locked and that possibility saddened you deeply. As far as you could tell, he probably had been physically disconnected from the world all his life already. Besides, it was clear that he trusted you, because the out of place displays of odd arrogance he had with everyone else didn't happen much between you. For you he only had a quirky but lovely chivalry that sometimes was enough to make you live his fantasy for a while.
From all the decorative details in the place, his atention was focused in a miniature replica of Cinderella's castle you had on a table near your bookshelves. A beautifull toy incluiding small figures of characters to habitate it, so delicated and romantic that you kept it as decoration even if you wouldn't play with it anymore like when you were a little girl.
" Do you like it? " You asked him, followed with a sweet smile of encouragement. " It was my favorite growing up ... I'm a grown up woman and I still love it."
The last part of the explanation confused him a bit.
" I don't see why age would fundamentally change your appreciation, it's a fine sculpture of a castle fitting for the aesthetic preferences of a lady."
You couldn't help chuckling a bit, then showed him how to unfold the toy in order to see the inside and put it all back in.
" It's a toy, for little girls to play with." You corrected him. " Many girls enjoy playing pretend to be princesses as children, but when we reach a certain age we stop thinking of palaces, princes and magic... Unless we are reading a fantasy novel or something like that. It's stuff of tales and Disney movies, not reality."
The answer surprised him even more, but there was some sort of sadness in it. Pretty much as if he took pitty on the fact.
" Are people like me casted out to remain only in the literature of this realm?" He asked, with genuine curiosity. " Which tale does this castle tells? If there is any, as your words suggest."
Even in the simplest of details, the conversations with him allways felt like the dialogue of a fairytale.
" If someone would tell me that you have came out from the pages of a fantasy book, I would believe it."
" Yet you can't believe that Asgard is my homeland." He mocked you in return. " I'll convince you, all your doubts will be clarified once I will have my mighty power back."
You didn't argue with him, there was no need at the moment.
" Alright, your highness ... Do you still want me to tell you the tale?"
Thor smiled in agreement and you began to narrate using the playset castle as a visual guide. The fact that a grown man was just being introduced to the tale of Cinderella felt quite odd, but very cute. He was particularly intrigued with the fact that the King found no issue on letting his son marry a servant that presented herself to him magically disguised just because she was the owner of the crystal shoe.
" ... Even if she was the rightfull heir of the household, her stepmother made her a slave and that's a downgrade that should have disqualified her at the eyes of the King. How could the prince convince him of blessing that union? "
He was taking the story seriously and it was hard to provide answers in that perspective.
" I guess he simply indulged his son and let him marry the woman he loved. Prince Charming fell for Cinderella at the Royal Ball, he had no idea of who she was back then. The girl was a princess in spirit and maybe the King saw that, the crystal shoe proved her worthy of the prince."
For some reason, your answer made him smile a bight brighter than before.
" I believe you are a princess in spirit. " Thor sweetly confessed. " ... and a magnificent storyteller."
His pure cuteness was too much for you and behind your own smile heat has started to take over your face.
" Me, a princess? Please! You don't have to flatter me for hospitality. I haven't wore a tiara since I was eight."
Thor looked at the little figures of Cinderella and Prince Charming in their miniature balcony, then glanced back at you as if a new strange idea had just occured to him.
" What if you could experience what's like to be a princess? Would you believe me then?" He asked you out of sudden. " Not only about Asgard, but about my very sincere perceptions of you."
You began to wonder if the last part was some sort of romantical approach and were quite confused about that. He was very sweet and you loved his company. It could be said that you fancied him too, but encouraging him would be taking advantage of the strange situation and you would never do that.
" It's allright, Thor. I'm fine just like this. We are friends, you can help me arround ... "
" I insist, that's how I will repay you for all the troubles I have caused. " He cutted you off with determination. " I will take you to a real Royal Ball."
He sounded so serious about it that you began to question your own sanity.
" The noblefolk would be judging, It's a bad idea. "
" They will see you like I do." He optimistically replicated. " Your looks will reflect your royal spirit and you will not have to flee at midnight. If that's your desire, you will get to dance with a real prince ... Maybe two, if Loki also requires it. Ask him nicely and we may convince him of hexing your shoes to look as if made of crystal."
You giggled out of a pure,sweet surprise while hearing the details of the fantasy he was almost roping you in.
" That's very sweet. You are the sweetest man I have ever known."
You were gazing into each other's eyes when he formalized the promise.
"Currently less than what you deserve, but I will fix that soon. I will be back to my former glory, I will be worthy of you and In honor of your infinite kindness and patience, I shall make your dreams come true. "
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