#Thor/Reader

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules - Playtime with Thor

Playtime | Thor x Reader | 2.4k words

When you and Thor make an early exit while waiting for the boss' meeting to be over, he suggests a little playtime.

Warnings: 18+ AU with d/s themes, open relationship/free use. Semi-public sex (in car), use of butt plug, cockwarming, cum marking/creampie, anal, anal play. Little bit of Stucky x Reader at the end. Rated S for smut and F for filth.

Masterlist | Mob Rules | Poly Fics |Bucky | Steve

It was boring, worse than boring, mindless, endless, the food terrible, the conversation none existent. You gave a petulant sigh, tapping your manicured nails against the side of your crystal champagne flute.

You turned to Thor, one of two bodyguards assigned to you by Sir and Sarge, and rolled your eyes. He was your designated escort for this a formal tea party held by one of the gang’s latest business associates and while the garden was very beautiful and the sun lovely and warm, you were still endlessly bored. At least you got to spend more time with Thor though, you hadn’t had a chance to spend much time with him yet, one on one, you were mostly occupied with Sir and Sarge, although they were starting to allow the other gang members to approach you. 

In fact, you’d slept in Andy’s bed last night, a congratulatory prize for the lawyer after getting one of the dealers off a minor charge the day before. Andy was gentle, but firm, and you’d slept well afterwards, waking naturally when the sun came streaming through the windows. Naturally, but alone. There were normally so many people around that you hardly got a moment to yourself so, enjoying the luxury of privacy, you took a long hot shower before heading back to your own room. 

As soon as you opened the door you knew that Sir and Sarge had already been looking for you. Your bed was still neatly made, but your clothes for the day were placed on the end of the comforter. A light blue summer dress, strappy heels and matching lace underwear. They always knew just what to pick to make your day. 

Sir and Sarge had left instructions for you to dress and join them in the garage for 1pm, ready for this ridiculous attempt at a tea party, and had left a discrete black box alongside your dress. Inside was a small silicone butt plug, bright pink and very soft as well as a new tube of lube. Excitedly you’d dressed in all your new gifts and clenched your legs together, waiting for something to happen. You were sure from the bluetooth symbol on the side that they had some wicked plan to toy with you during the day. But nothing happened. 

Thor caught your eye again and you gave your secret signal to leave, standing politely and excusing yourself until you were out of ear shot. 

It felt good having Thor following you through the garden and into the courtyard of the mansion. He was huge, taller even that Sir and Sarge, with dark blonde hair that fell about his shoulders. Despite his muscular stature he had a friendly, welcoming, face that had instantly put you at ease when you were introduced. That, alongside his booming laugh, made you think he must have been some sort of jovial god in another life.

Thor walked half a pace behind you, head swivelling to make sure no one was following, or watching, who shouldn’t be. Half of his hair was in a messy bun, the rest looked stuck to his neck, the day was so hot you were desperate for the cool of the air conditioned car.

“God, that was shit, can we go home now?” You whined as soon as you were out of earshot, and Thor gave a low chuckle in answer. 

“Not yet, Bambi, the bosses still have some work to do.” He laughed but it was indulgent and kind. If you were bored he must have been falling asleep, stood watching without taking part. 

“But I’m bored,” you pouted up at him while he opened your car door, looking around once more before following you into the dim interior of the limousine. 

“Good job I brought something to entertain you then,” he smirked and, suddenly, you remembered the plug. 

His face lit with a smile at the same time your eyes widened, “that was from you, wasn’t it?” 

“Correct,” he pulled his phone from his pocket and flicked through the apps, grin widening and finger dragging up the screen. You squirmed, shocked, as the plug began to vibrate. The feeling shot through you instantly, your body going slack and giving in to the pleasure. 

“Does that feel good, Bambi?” His voice dropped lower, a rich, rolling tone, still a lilt of his Australian accent despite years spent in Brooklyn. 

“Uh huh,” you mumbled, biting your bottom lip and digging your fingernails into the leather of your seat. 

Thor watched the expression on your face change, the plug was exciting, it had your skin prickling with need, but it wasn’t quite enough. He kept his eyes trained on yours as you began grinding into the seat beneath you, slipping a hand up your thigh -

“No. Don’t touch yet. I’ve had to watch you for so long, I want you to wait too.”

He reached forward and tugged you into him, arranging your legs on either side of his hips until your wet panties were plastered against his growing cock. It felt wonderful between your legs, pressing into your wet folds and aching clit. 

Thor’s hands found your waist and allowed you to circle your hips just once, searching for friction, before he lifted you again. 

“Need some help, Bambi?” He smirked, confident and cocksure, “be a good girl and ask for it.” With one hand he kept a tight hold of your waist, with the other he freed his cock, the head bobbing through the black material of his trousers and leaving a trail of precum. 

Since moving in with Sir and Sarge you had yet to see a dick you didn’t love, even if you had only been allowed to sample a very select few. Every one was different, delicious, filling in their own right, and Thor’s was no exception. You were sure your fingertips wouldn’t touch if you tried to grasp him, the shaft thick and heavy, tapering slightly to the flushed head. You wanted it, now, inside you, stretching you, the perfect match to the insistent buzzing of the plug in your hole. 

“Please, Thor, please can I have your cock?” You wanted to look at him, you really did, you knew the sort of manners expected of you as the gang’s girlfriend, but you couldn’t tear your eyes from the swollen head of his cock. “Plug me up, fill me up, please?”

He let out a deep, rough, laugh and squeezed himself harder, milking a single drop of precum from the tip that slowly pearled and fell down the length of his shaft. You squirmed, letting out an embarrassing mewl. 

The plug stopped and you balled up your fists in frustration at the total lack of stimulation. Throwing caution to the wind, you lifted yourself and rubbed your pussy against him, dipping down enough to tease the head over your covered entrance, pushing against the fabric.

“So needy,” he commented, more to himself than to you, his own gaze was locked on your thighs, straddling his own, the sheen of your arousal making them slick, and his cock, disappearing between them and under your dress. You bunched it up further, holding the skirt with one hand and using the other to grip his shirt for leverage. 

“Please,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. 

“Fine, you can sit on it.” He conceded, pushing your panties to one side, and allowing you  to slowly lower yourself, inch by inch, his cock getting wider, the stretch a burn that had you begging for more, bouncing slowly until you were fully seated. 

You dropped your dress in favour of dipping your fingers between your legs and feeling the way he’d stretched you, pushing up on your lower stomach. 

“The bosses were right, you do feel like heaven.” He observed, cupping your cheeks, “you sit tight -” he winked, “and I’ll turn your little toy back on for you.” 

Your mouth dropped into a surprised ‘o’ as the vibrations started again, stronger this time. With Thor’s cock buried so deep the plug pressed even harder against your walls, vibrating into your pussy as well. 

You circled your hips, attempting to press your clit to the cold belt of Thor’s trousers, but he held you firm, slightly away from his body. 

With a smirk he slid his hand under your dress and pressed his thumb to your clit, a deep insistent pressure. 

“Please.” You begged, eyes wide. 

“Let’s see how long it takes you to cum like that.” He leant back and spread his arms over the seats. 

“Thor, that’s not fair.” You moaned, the sensations too overwhelming to form any more of an argument, though you could tell that he was struggling too by the way his jaw was clenched. 

Despite his lack of movement you could feel the coil of your pleasure tightening, your walls clamping down on his and your hole squeezing the plug deeper. 

“Thor -” you whined, trying to move again but finding hands on your hips again, holding you down on his cock, impossibly deep and with no escape. You could barely twitch, your hands fisted so tightly in his shirt that it pulled against his muscled chest, the buttons straining. 

“Come on my cock, Bambi, let me feel that little pussy and then I’ll give you my cum.” His eyes met yours focussed and unrelenting, his body remaining still despite your efforts to writhe and rub yourself. 

Your orgasm hit you all the harder, the pulsing of your walls and clit were relentless with no respite from the feel of him, no push or pull just the feeling of being entirely full. Thor continued to smirk, brushing one long lock of blonde hair behind his ear before lifting you and spinning you around, pushing you over until your hands hit the floor. 

Embarrassment flooded you. From this position he had full access to you, he’d be able to see the way your hole still greedily gripped the neck of the plug, pulling it in and out as your orgasm faded. He’d be able to see the drip of your own arousal as it spilled from between your puffy lips, and he wouldn’t be able to see your face,  he didn’t need to after all, you were just a toy now, easily tossed about for him to use. 

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you Bambi, so sweet, bet neither of the bosses ever put you in this position did they?” He brought a large hand down to smack the globe of your ass, it stung, but you couldn’t help the flood of arousal either. “I’m gonna use your little holes and then I’m going to plug you back up so you don’t forget that you belong to all of us.” He growled, “you took too long to come to me, Bambi, I won’t want this long again.” 

You felt him move and then the solid weight of his cock against your lips, but he didn’t thrust in. Instead you could feel his hand as he moved it up and down his cock at pace, his knuckles catching on your clit and making you cry out. And then he was tugging at the plug, pulling it from your hole with an obscene pop and replacing it with the head of his cock. With as much energy as you could muster you tried to move backwards, but he didn’t give you anymore, just the wide head keeping you open. For a moment you wondered why he’d stopped, and then he gave a guttural groan and you felt the hot splash of cum painting you from the inside. 

He picked up the plug, the silicone rolling in the cleft of your ass cheeks briefly before he began to tease it in again -

“Well, well, well.” The door to the limousine opened, flooding the dark space with light. You couldn’t see, but you could tell by the polished shoes that slid past you that Sarge and Sir had finished their meeting. “What’s going on here?” Sarge asked. 

“Thor was -” 

“Not you, Bambi. We only want to hear you make those pretty little noises.” Sir snapped. 

“Just having some play time, boss, Bambi was bored, weren’t you sweetheart?” Thor laughed, plunging the plug in and you groaned again, grateful to have the toy back inside even if it wasn’t buzzing. 

Sarge hummed, “sounded fun, mind if we join in?” He didn’t wait for an answer before your world was spinning again, still on the floor you were now at least face up, looking up into Sarge’s twinkling eyes. 

“You good down there, Bambi?” He asked, smoothing his hands across your arse and down past your pussy. His thumbs rubbed your lips teasingly. 

“Yes, thank you, Sarge.” 

He laughed, “you like being full of cum, do you? We’d better give you some more then.” The tent in his trousers was unmistakable, how long had they been listening to you?

Sarge removed the plug, wiping it on the handkerchief from his top pocket before putting it in your mouth, “you keep that warm like the good slut you are, because it’s going right back in when we’re finished with you.” 

Sarge began to stroke himself slowly, rubbing and cupping your pussy with one hand until you were mewling again, your begging muffled around the toy. 

“Should gag her more often,” Sir said, sliding along the bench seat to be closer, his own cock rock hard and dribbling precum. 

Thor, though he’d tucked himself away, was pressing his heel to his crotch again, unsure if he’d be in trouble or not, and that thought alone had you desperate for one of them to fuck you. Being caught had been a lot more exhilarating than you’d thought it would be. 

“Move, gonna cum.” Sir pushed against Sarge and grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it back until you were almost bent in half, your hole gaping slightly without the plug to cling to. Like Thor, Sir pressed his head into your hole and came with a grunt, thrusting a little before pulling back pushing the cum in with his fingers. “Shit,” he panted. “Fill ‘er up, Buck.” 

Sir angled you back towards Sarge just in time for him to push inside, thrusting as he came until he was bent over you, fucking his way through his orgasm. You cried out as his hips rubbed against your clit perfectly, sparking new pleasure through your whole body. 

“Good girl,” he moaned, “good fucking girl.” His eyes were glazed when he pulled back, plucking the plug from your mouth and pushing it back in easily. “Fuck, that was a good idea Thor. Wonder how many she could take before it starts coming out again.” 

Sir and Thor laughed while you gazed up at them. You weren’t sure you could manage everyone without getting to cum at least one more time, but you would certainly try!

[prince-l0ki]

(Gif by @thorodinson)

Stormy Weather

Summary: It’s your first thunderstorm since moving into Avengers tower. You go to the common room to find comfort, and you find someone unexpected.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Tags: Gender neutral reader, Pre-Age of Ultron, Fluff

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: this is something i wrote about 2 years ago that i finally ended up fixing up and finishing. i hope you enjoy it! <3

(AO3)

Shit.

You awoke with a gasp, the loud bang ripped you from your slumber. The sound of your heartbeat thumped in your ears.

Thunder.

It was your first thunderstorm since moving to Avengers tower. Your room sat on a ridiculously high floor in the skyscraper. That seemed like a good thing, until now. You were terrified of thunderstorms. You were terrified of any loud noises, really. A laughable thing to be afraid of as an avenger. You were able to hide it for the most part, suppressing the flinches that usually came after any loud sound in earshot. Earplugs on missions were a godsend.

You sighed as you rolled over and looked at your alarm clock to check the time.

3:24am

Another loud clap of thunder made you jump. Then, the child in you took over. When you were younger, your bedroom was in the attic. So when a storm came you gathered your pillows and blanket and went down to the living room on the first floor and made your home on the couch.

Grabbing your pillow and blanket, you made your way to the common room. You didn’t expect to find anyone there, of course. It was 3am and everyone else was usually asleep or in their room at least.

When you crossed the threshold, you were surprised to find Thor standing at the large windows overlooking the city. The lights were off, only the glow of the city lights illuminating the room.

“What are you doing awake?” Thor asked, having detected your presence. He turned to face you and his eyes fell to the pillows and blanket in your grasp. You felt a flush rising to your face.

“I uh- the thunder… it woke me up.” You responded quietly.

Thor took a few steps towards you. Your gaze fell to the floor, far too embarrassed to look at the god.

“Are you afraid?” He asked. That’s it, you were going to die of embarrassment. Right here in the Avengers tower. At least Tony would throw you one hell of a funeral.

You nodded meekly. “Yeah, I uh.. I don’t like loud noises.” You responded quietly. You couldn’t lie to him, but you wish you could. Telling the god of thunder that you were afraid of thunder was probably the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you, let alone while in your pj’s.

“Why are you up?” You inquired.

“I could sense the storm. I love watching the thunder storms on Midgard, Asgard never has any. Except for me of course.” He responded with a small smile. At the moment you looked up at him, a flash of light and a loud bang thundered from outside.

You jumped instinctively and squeezed your eyes shut. Feeling strong hands on your arms, you opened your eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Thor looked at you with concern. His steel blue eyes entranced you, finding it hard to look away.

Butterflies swarm in your middle. You always had a little crush on Thor, something you pushed away as being unattainable. He was a literal god, and you were just you. But now that he was so close to you, it was hard to push your feelings aside.

“T-Thanks. I’m gonna uh…” You trailed off and gestured to the couch. Thor nodded and his hands fell back to his side. Your socked feet padded over to the couch, placing your pillows on the side. Wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, you sat down and pulled your legs up towards your chest.

You closed your eyes and sighed. Trying to calm your rapid heartbeat. The cushion dipped with weight beside you. Another loud bang shook the tower. You hid your face in your knees. Then, you felt Thor’s hand on your back, rubbing in circles. The storm was getting closer.

At the next loud clap of thunder you practically leaped into Thor’s arms. “Sorry.” You apologized, but you couldn’t get yourself to move away from him.

“There’s no need to apologize.” You felt his arm wrap around your waist, while his other hand was combing through your hair. His chin on the top of your head, your face pressed against his muscular chest.

He started to tell you stories about Asgard; him and Loki as children, his mother, his father. You could hear the rumble of his voice through his chest. His heartbeat a steady thrum. You sat like that for a while. Every once in a while you would flinch from the thunder, but you quickly calmed.

Each clap of thunder got quieter and fewer between as the storm passed. Once all you could hear was the patter of rain against the windows, you pulled away. Thor smiled down at you. “Are you feeling better now?” A blush crept upon your cheeks.

“Yeah, thanks.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your mouth went dry.

“Of course, I’m glad I could help.”

“I should uh, I should get back to my room.”

Thor walked with you to the elevator. The ride to your floor was quiet. Your gaze stuck to the floor, missing the glances the man kept making at you. As the elevator dinged, the two of you stepped out.

“Oh um, you didn’t have to walk me to my room.”

“It would be my pleasure, as long as it is alright with you.”

Once you reached the door to your suite, you turned to face Thor. “Thank you for helping me, I really appreciate it.”

Thor smiled at you. “I’m glad to have helped. Now get some sleep.”

You nodded and entered your room, closing the door behind you. The red numbers on your alarm clock gained your attention.

5:12am

Damn, that sucks. Good thing tomorrow was an off day. You flopped onto your bed, pulling the covers over you. As your eyes grew heavy the past hours replayed in your mind. That night your dreams were filled with Asgardian architecture and a certain blonde haired god.

[lokisbirdofhermes]

You are the owner of The Honey Trap: a New York meadery, and who should walk through your door but the sons of Odin, having landed on Midgard after Ragnarok, seeking the richest nectar of the gods that you can offer to them. Companion pieces. Post Ragnarok, pre Infinity War AU.

Donate to my Ko-Fi, if you feel so inclined.

[samsexualdeancurious]

My Bride

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Prompt: Wedding night

Written for a Demon Patron request

Old Norse:

- minn elksa - my love

- minn brúðr - my bride

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You can’t help a shriek of laugher as Thor sweeps you up into his arms. Your train is so long that it still brushes the ground, even with Thor’s added height. It’s the most elegant, extravagant dress you’ve ever worn and when Frigga had offered her own dress to be altered for you, you’d almost cried. Now, Thor is carrying you across the threshold of his quarters, where you know one of the next steps of the night is taking the dress off.

Your body thrums with nerves and excitement as Thor sets you on your feet beside the bed. Huge, gentle hands sweep up your arms and you sigh softly against his mouth.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmurs and you nod, lifting your own hands to cup his face.

“Undress me,” you order, eagerness overpowering the nerves.

He murmurs a curse and immediately obeys. The dress hits the floor with a soft sound. Thor’s hands find your hips and suddenly you’re being laid out on the bed, his huge body hovering over yours.

“I’m going to take my time tonight.” His voice is a low rumble against your cheek. “Explore every inch of you, minn elska. Minn brúðr."

[nikkirimizi]

A Spark in the Fog (Thor/Reader) 🌌

After a day of catching up on errands, you notice everyone in the compound is out and about, except for Thor.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48038302

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[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[rana030]

Pov: you're reading fanfiction and suddenly y/n starts to call him daddy

[noonecareslol]

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

[12welveinched]

Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

[endofthelinegang]

shall I? SHALL. I.

[sanjisprincesss]

Shoutout to the fictional characters who live rent free in my head, paying for nothing but emotional damage.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

AU

Mob Rules

[bvrnesher]

❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― marvel !

summary: just what I think of each of these characters when it comes to pull out 🗣

— 𝒮teve ℛogers ;; He likes to think he’s good at it. And honestly? He is. Respectful, controlled, painfully self-aware. The second he feels himself getting close, he speeds up, grits his teeth, and pulls out right on time—usually on your stomach or chest. Gentleman. HOWEVER—deep, deep down? He does have a breeding kink. He just won’t admit it. The day you whisper “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”? He hesitates just long enough to ruin his perfect record.

Rating: 10/10. Practically flawless. Just a little too responsible.

— 𝒯ony 𝒮tark ;; This man cums like he’s paying rent. He could pull out. He knows how. Won’t. He’s like, “You knew the risk,” and just lets go. Finishes inside you with a smirk, kisses your temple like he didn’t just pump you full, and asks for another round like nothing happened.

Rating: 7/10. Could pull out. Ignores it. Still makes it hot.

— ℬucky ℬarnes ;; NO WAY this man is risking it, but for the sake of the game, let’s say he tries. He means to pull out. He really does. But the second you tighten around his cock when he’s close? Too late. He’s already twitching, already filling you up. Feels guilty after, mutters apologies, but ask him for another round and he forgets all about it.

Rating: 5/10. Tries. Fails. Feels bad. Does it again.

— 𝒯hor 𝒪dinson ;; Sweetheart himbo with the pull-out instincts of a golden retriever. You tell him “pull out,” and he’s like, “But why, beloved?” while thrusting deeper. His idea of affection is cumming in you until it’s leaking down your thighs and calling it “a gift from the gods.”

Rating: 0/10. He means well. That’s the problem.

— ℒoki ℒaufeyson ;; Oh, he can pull out. He just won’t—unless it’s to tease you. Otherwise? He stays buried until the very end, groaning in your ear about how good you feel while he fills you up. He wants to watch it drip out. It’s about power. Ownership. Ruin. You say “pull out”? He says “make me.”

Rating: 0/10. Wicked.

— 𝒫eter 𝒫arker ;; He’s studied the theory. He wants to pull out. He really does. But the second things start getting too good? He’s whimpering, cock twitching, finishing inside you before he even realizes it. Apologizes mid-orgasm and offers to run to the pharmacy still inside you.

Rating: 3/10. He tries. He panics. He fails.

— ℰrik 𝒦illmonger ;; Pull out? Babe, he hears you say it and smirks. Doesn’t even pretend to listen. Holds your hips down, grinds in deeper, and finishes inside like he means it. Tells you “You better take all that,” like it’s a challenge and a threat. Might pull out once—just to finish on your face and call it a reward. But most nights? He’s filling you up like it’s his personal mission.

Rating: -100/10. He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not walking right tomorrow.

[lokisbirdofhermes]

You are hopelessly attracted to a very nice, cute guy at work, but you're too shy to ask him out, so you hire Thor Odinson, the Date Doctor, to teach you how to seduce the guy at work. But as the two of you try to find a way into the other guy's heart, you find yourselves falling for each other instead. Thor/Reader AU. Loosely based on Hitch (2005) and The Ugly Truth (2009).

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[nikkirimizi]

A Sweet Taste (Thor/Reader) 🍰

Summary: Reader bumps into Thor on their way back home and the two (attempt) at interacting with one another. They're not so strong with words, but give them a frying pan, and suddenly, they're magic.

Rating: Teen

The noise of the incoming train had been muffled by the earbuds, playing their usual playlist that practically defined their morning routine. Within the train station, they looked through their bag, making sure everything they picked up earlier at the market was fully accounted for.

As they quickly boarded the train, they grabbed a pole from the middle, watching as the door closed behind them. The motion of the train started out slow before moving full speed, leaving them to their phone until their eventual stop. At eye level, they were met with the approach of someone far too close in front of them, but they humbly ignored the person and kept scrolling on their phone. That was, until a warm hand was placed on their shoulder.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58138027