#readerthor

[antivancoffeelover]

uhhh don’t look at me. reader/thor. time to fuck your best friend’s dad. trans male reader, bj’s & vaginal sex (no afab language unless i missed a word, lemme know if i did) bc i’m being self-indulgent since no one can stop me.

The air is so muggy that your sweat just makes you feel hotter. Nothing is evaporating in this heat and humidity, it’s not possible. Your hair sticks to your forehead and your neck, and you’ve spent the last hour mostly just wiping sweat out of your eyes. 

Your skin is a little pink from the boat ride earlier, even with the sunscreen you were drowning yourself in.

You stand in front of the cabin’s big back window and look toward the lake, right at Thor checking that the boat is tied up properly. The lake glitters in the sun and reflects light all the way back into the cabin. Everything is so quiet you can almost hear his fingers sliding over the rope. Baldur went out to party and you would have gone, but you’re too tired. At least you told him you were. He’s so sweet it breaks your heart sometimes, so he just gave you a quick hug and told you he’d make sure at least six guys got your number. 

If they call you won’t answer. You didn’t take this trip with Baldur and his dad to hook up with guys for a bunch of one-night stands and new non-acquaintances on Facebook. No, you came because Thor invited you.

Sometimes you just can’t help your curiosity. The way he looks at you is so familiar, so plainly recognizable. Especially when his eyes dart away from your body when Baldur pops in. 

Thor starts heading back toward the cabin and you stay where you are, smiling to him when he tilts his head. Baldur said you were both going, yet here you are.

The back door slides open, then shut, and he stops where he is, leaning against the glass as he looks at you. His hair is short, recently cut, and it’s soaked with sweat, sticking to his temples as sweat drips down his body. Your eyes track a few drops that roll down his neck. Thor was your first crush, back before you ever knew you were a boy you knew you had to like them because Thor was too handsome not to like. He’s still too damn handsome not to like. Really, he’s gotten better with age. Maybe he thinks you have, too. A little fucked up, hoping you can get him in bed. Baldur will kill you both. It would be worth it though, wouldn’t it?

Thor takes a deep breath, his eyes sliding down your body. “Are you alright?”

You nod, then shrug one shoulder. “Didn’t feel like going out.”

A little smile twitches at one side of his mouth. “Ah. Well, you just graduated high school, you have plenty of time for parties.”

“So long as I don’t party like you did, right?” You quirk a brow and watch as he laughs from deep in his chest.

He pushes off of the door and points at you with a grin. “Exactly. Last thing you need is to be a father at sixteen like I was.”

“Well, I’m two years too late, anyway,” you reply, tilting your head, body swaying a bit, “and I don’t really like most of the boys who hit on me anyway.”

“No?” Thor asks, his eyes slide down a bit, then snap back to your face.

You shake your head. “Too young, usually.”

Thor’s eyes widen and his brows shoot up, you see it, but he covers it quickly. “Liking older men can be dangerous.”

“Can be,” you agree, “but I think I’m good at picking them.”

Neither of you say anything, a soft silence falls between you. The birds outside are so much louder than they are back home, and the air smells like flowers and water. You wonder what he smells like. The two of you have been toeing the line for years. Hugs that linger just past what’s acceptable, a kiss to his cheek that lands just too low and hits his jaw, his neck. Crawling into his lap during a family movie night, or laying your head on one of his thighs. You wondered for a long time if he just put up with the crush you have because he’s nice.

You stopped wondering on your eighteenth birthday. He passed by you in the hallway as you left the bathroom and he headed in, asked if you were enjoying the party, and you answered of course. Then you asked if the birthday boy could have a kiss. A silly thing to say, and in truth you were joking, but he’d chuckled and cradled the back of your neck, drew you in, and kissed you right on the lips.

He moves away from the door, takes two steps in and stops when you take a step forward. You look each other in the eye, daring, asking. Is this it? Is this where the line is crossed?

You take another step and he stays as he is. Another and you’re right in front of him, close enough to smell the beer on his breath where his lips are parted. 

“If you tell me no, I won’t—”

He cuts you off by cradling the back of your head and kissing you right on the mouth. There’s already stubble coming in on his lips and jaw, it scratches your skin and makes you throb and ache. You’ve never fucked a man before, only boys, only imitations of this one kind, beautiful person who has had a choke hold on your heart since you were too little to understand why.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, pulling him closer as you suck his lower lip into your mouth. He groans and slides one hand down your back, feeling you as he grabs hold of your ass and squeezes. His fingers dig into your softness until it almost hurts but you wouldn’t dream of telling him to stop.

He growls into your mouth and all you can do is moan back, a yes, a please, begging without words because you’ve waited so fucking long for this.

Thor picks you up from the ground and turns around, takes quick steps to the dining table and sets you on it. Your legs part and grip his waist and when you grind forward you can feel his cock pushing against you. He’s already so fucking hard and your mouth starts watering.

You reach down and cup him with one hand, feel that he’s as thick as three of your fingers. He’ll leave you loose and sloppy and limping.

“You’re the reason I learned to give blowjobs,” you admit, a smile on your lips as you rub your fingers over the head of his cock.

The muscle in his jaw ticks and he tilts his hips into your grip. “Fuck, is that so?”

You nod, proud that he’s reacting, that you made him hard, that he wants you the way you want him.

He takes a step back and it’s all the invitation you need. You’re on your knees within a second, rubbing your face against his bulge, feeling him hot and hard for you. His trunks are draw string and fall right off when you untie the knot. He takes his shirt off and for a moment all you can do is stare up at him as he looks down at you, something soft and sweet in his smile.

“You’ve grown into a beautiful young man,” he says.

You swallow and kiss the head of his cock, smear his precum on your lips and tongue his foreskin. There are ways to make yourself even more beautiful.

He gasps when you suck the his cockhead into your mouth. You close your eyes and wrap a hand around him, milking more precum out to savor the taste. Without your sight all you can sense is him. The scent of his sweat, the taste of him on your tongue, both mingling into something musky and sharp that has you wet and empty feeling.

You press your fingers to your lips and slide your mouth down his cock. Even with your hand around him the head of his dick threatens to meet your throat. 

Thor moans low and quiet, but so loud when there’s no other sound in the cabin. There’s nothing but the two of you and for a moment you let yourself fall into an old fantasy about a honeymoon with him.

You suck hard and feel him throb on your tongue, taste more precum leaking out of him.

He gently pushes your forehead until you pull off his cock and open your eyes. The look on his face makes you feel light headed. He looks hungry, powerful, like a king. 

You press one more kiss to his cock and then stand back up. He tugs your shirt off over your head shoves your shorts down and off and once you’re both naked he’s on you. Skin to skin everywhere you can touch and it feels so much better than you ever realized.

He puts you back on the table and reaches down to slide two fingers inside you. They fit perfectly, moving in and out as they fuck you and hit your sweet spot. You kiss him and feel heat and pressure building so fast, you’re going to cum so quick and normally you’d care about lasting but all you want is to cum for him, to be good, to give him what he deserves.

His thumb rubs you where you’re hard and your back arches, your clench on him, feel just a little of that good fullness you need. You lay back on the table, pillowing your head on your hand as he plays with you and works you over. Thor looks so good between your legs.

He slips a third finger into you and rubs you in a tight circle and there, there, fuck!

Thor moans and pulls his fingers out and you whimper when you’re empty. You look and see him spreading your slick on his cock.

You’re still cumming when he slides in, spreads you open until you’re whining and shaking.

You groan and your eyes roll as he keeps pushing in. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

He laughs, strained, and bottoms out inside you. “I’m not gonna last.”

He pulls out and snaps his hips, fucks you into the table until it’s scraping across the floor. His hands dig into your sides, fingers just hard enough to feel sharp where they’re pressing bruises into you. You wrap your legs around him and watch his face.

His brows furrow and his jaw ticks and you smile. “Are you going to cum inside me?”

Thor gasps and his eyes roll into his head, you feel his cock jumping inside you. 

“I am,” he tells you.

He stills and presses close, his fingers ease up and you feel a dull aching in your sides. You know you’ll bruise. Maybe he’ll kiss them later.

You stretch and sigh when he slips free. There’s some of him still in there, you know, still warm and sweet, all yours. His eyes slide down and look at you there. Taking dirty pictures has never really been your thing, but you can’t deny there would be a good thrill in seeing Thor’s cum dripping out of your body.

He helps you up and takes you to the couch, both of you still naked and sweaty, uncaring of who might wander past and see. It’s so warm in the cabin, even warmer wherever your skin meets. Thor plays with your hair while he holds you. Outside the weather is still mild, the sky blue and streaked with thin clouds. It’s perfect. 

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Valhalla | Loki x reader

Thor: Love and Thunder SPOILERS!!! This is also Loki from the original MCU timeline, who, you know died in Infinity War.

Summary: you died on battle after Gorr’s destruction. Once in Valhalla, you search for your dear love. 

Pairing: Loki x reader (no gender specified,  please let me know if you find any discrepancy)

"It's fine..."

"No, no, no!" He leaned down to you, your wound bleeding out so fast, he knew an asgardian wouldn’t bear a wound from the Necrosword.

"Thor, I am fine," a weak smile appeared on your dry lips. "Go with her."

"I shouldn't have dragged you here," he whispered. The tears forming on his blue eyes. “I’m so sorry-”

"No, I wanted to fight... along with you, I am fine... Don't forget that."

Your eyes opened. You blinked once, two times. The light was too strong for you, never in your life you've seen this kind of blinding light.

The last thing you remembered was Thor holding you in his arms. Gorr hurted you bad, but the pain was now gone. You sat down on the soft grass, blocking the light with your hand until you were able to actually see around.

There was a huge golden palace far away, a walking path leading you. The sky was blue and bright, just like you've heard the afterlife would be for your warriors.

Was it real?

“Y/N from Asgard,” a voice called behind you.

The man walked, standing up in front of you. He gave his hand to help you get up.

“Heimdall?”

The guardian smiled.

“Welcome, warrior.”

You accepted his hand, rising from the ground.

“Welcome to Valhalla.”

A smile appeared on your lips, the tears running on your cheeks. You hugged your dear friend, letting him know how much you missed him.

“I have someone who would love to meet you.”

Heimdall guided you through the path until you arrived to the palace. On the way, you encountered a couple of old friends and familiar faces from the Ragnarok and previous battles.

They all wore pretty robes and dresses, just like your clothes. The warriors seemed happy and finally in peace after a life full of worry. It was good knowing you will be able to share feasts with them.

Once you entered the palace, a crowd was able to be seen in the middle of the ball room.

“Is this what you do every day? Eat and drink mead?”

Heimdall chuckled. “Pretty much so, yes. We don’t get to do a lot of things here, you know. We just live peacefully, eat and talk about our biggest fights.”

The guardian started to look for someone within the warriors, you walked by his side.

“Of course you do...”

Making your way through the crowd of people, you finally saw him. The person Heimdall wanted to show you. He was all alone, resting his back against the pillar. His green eyes looked lost, looking all the people around having their feast, a half smile adorning his lips and his skin as pale as always has been. The green and black clothes he usually used to wear now gone and replaced for gold and white.

“Loki?”

His eyes went wide and the cup of mead fell off from his hand once he heard your voice. The prince raised himself from the pillar to see you. Heimdall gave you some space to be alone.

“My dear...” Loki got closer to you, his hand touched your cheek as if he was afraid of hurting you. Or afraid to think it was an illusion.

“You’re really here,” you cried, letting him touch your face. You grabbed his hands on yours, his skin felt cold. Just how you remembered.

His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you softly agains his body. Tears fell from your eyes. Finally you felt safe. After all these years, you missed his touch, his voice, his charm. Everything.

“Can we go outside?” you sobbed.

Loki took your hand and walked away with you from the crowd. You found a beautiful garden and a small fountain. He leaned until your foreheads touched, his hand caressing on your cheek like if you were meant to break in any second.

“I missed you so much...” a whisper fell from your lips. Your eyes opened and looked at his green gaze.

“Fate already reunited us. That’s all I care right now, I love you,” he mumbled against your lips before placing a soft kiss on them.

“I have so much to tell you,” you smiled. “I can’t believe I am here, in Valhalla with you.”

“Well we have now all the time in the universe, my love,” Loki kissed your lips one more time.

“You know, besides me Thor is very proud of you...”

“That moron,” he chuckled. “He better is.”

GENERAL MASTERLIST | MARVEL MASTERLIST

[wishfulwithwine]

Seduce Me Masterlist

Seduction is a weapon

Steve Rogers x Reader

Thor & Loki’s sister, Goddess of Beauty, Y/N, meets the goody two shoes, albeit ridiculously handsome, Captain America Steve Rogers. Will Steve be able to handle her “weapon” tactics, or will he become a victim of her power?

WARNING: THIS SERIES IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR. 

All photos are from Pinterest 

chapter one * 14 march 2022

chapter two * 1 april 2022

chapter three * 3 april 2022

chapter four * 15 may 2022

[avengerscompound]

Small Gods Masterlist

A collection of Reader Insert stories where various Avengers begin relationships with minor deities.

Lost Objects - Thor x F!Reader

Thor has lost a lot in a very short period of time and he’s worried about losing himself too.  He goes to the one person who understands loss.

Lazy Mornings - Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Steve Rogers has trouble taking time for himself.  When his friends set him up with a person with a very unusual skill, perhaps he can learn that the quiet moments are just as important as everything else.

Patience - Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Every day Natasha prays for more patience to deal with a litany of things from waiting for her target to make a move - to not yelling at Clint for putting empty milk containers back in the fridge. When her prayers are answered, Natasha finds that having patience is easy, holding on to it is a little harder.

Spring Thaw - Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Bucky Barnes hates winter.  He always looks for the first signs of the ice thawing and new life growing.  When that desire for the end of winter brings to him the god of the spring thaw, he discovers a brand new reason to get through winter.

The Still of the Forest - Bruce Banner x F!Reader

Bruce has been existing in a perpetual state of stress in an attempt to keep the Hulk at bay.  What he needs is rest.  Somewhere peaceful where he doesn’t have to worry about hurting anyone and he can just let go.  He needs the still of the forest and maybe - if he’s lucky - someone to share it with him.

First Cup - Clint Barton x F!Reader

Clint Barton has a coffee addiction.  One day that addiction brings him to The Elysian Fields coffee shop where he meets you.  Soon Clint feels like his addiction isn’t just caffeine-based.  But things are not as they seem.  With a store that only appears under certain conditions, no customers, and a dog the size of a Dire Wolf, Clint isn’t sure there’s not more going on with you and he isn’t sure how to figure out if his feelings are real or just a side effect of his addiction.

The Last Bar - Tony Stark x F!Reader

Tony Stark’s life is going off the rails.  He feels alone, misunderstood, and running on empty.  No fuel, no battery life, no signal.  If he could just find one last bar he might be okay.  He pulls into the parking lot of Fin, a dive-bar with no discernible location.  It could be the last bar he goes into.

Little Traditions - Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Since the blip and Steve Rogers giving up the mantle of Captain America, Sam’s life has been chaotic.  It’s not enough that the world has moved on in the five years he’d gone, and that he’d missed so much, now he has to live with everything it means to be Captain America.  He feels like he’s losing all the things that make him him.  A venture to the supermarket to recreate one of his parents famous recipes brings him to you.

More to come...

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Wounded by PurpleArrowzandLeather

Summary

Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceLoki/ReaderThor (Marvel)Loki (Marvel)ReaderSlow-ish burnHurt LokiWorried Thor

You and Loki are prisoners of war. You despise him.

Part 1 of Solitude

Language: English

Words: 12,645

Chapters: 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14740004

[antivancoffeelover]

thor/reader prompt: after a car accident, a young man follows a narrow road that winds up the mountain, desperate for shelter. it's a long, slipping, frigid walk, and he's drunk with hypothermia when he stumbles onto a wooden porch, collapsing to his knees and then his side when the heavy front door swings open, and a hulking, bearded man finds him. kneeling by him with a worried frown and touching at his frostbitten cheeks with his knuckles before scooping him up and carrying him to the fire

i got so carried away. thor and trans male reader, afab language & vaginal sex. this is 100% a rough draft, not edited at all, just an exercise in self-indulgence lol

Dad always said to keep a blanket in your car. He always told you to have a nice, heavy blanket just in case you broke down, but did you listen? Of course not.

Road flares and a flash light? Yeah. Salt? Yeah. A tire iron and jumpers? Yeah. A blanket to keep you from actually freezing to death in the middle of fucking February? Well that would just be practical, wouldn’t it? So of course you don’t have one.

No cell reception this far out, of course. It’s been almost fifteen miles since the last town and it’s at least thirty before the next. This is the boonies if you’ve ever seen it. You’re pretty sure you’re the only person on this damned road, even.

Three hours. That’s how long it’s been since you broke down. You’ve counted. You’ve played your games on your phone and wasted an eighth of a tank of gas that you can’t afford to waste keeping yourself warm and your phone charged. At least when your tire blew out it didn’t sent you into a tree, but without a spare you’re fucked. The donut in the trunk is seven years old, so it won’t work. Even if it had air, the rubber is definitely dry-rotted by now. You can’t limp down the mountain on your rim. Forget even just having to buy a new one, if you hit one patch of ice you’ll be dead.

Snow falls heavier and heavier by the second. Do you stay? Do you wait and hope you have enough gas to stay warm? Can you even sleep like this?

You turn your car back on and check the clock. Eleven thirty-seven. Shit. No one’s going to come down the road right now, and if they did who knows what kind of potential serial killer it’ll be. Best case scenario is a truck driver who isn’t behind on their route and could get you to a pilot station down the highway.

You hit seek on your radio until static becomes voice. A nice, perky woman is peeping at you cheerfully like it’s not almost tomorrow.

“We’re heading for a level three snow advisory, folks. Stay inside and off the roads. If you’re out driving you will be subject to a ticket and potentially a fine. The salt trucks and plows won’t be out until tomorrow morning, so get inside and get in quick, this blizzard is set to break records.”

Well. Fuck.

You can limp into the woods, maybe, just roll off into the gravel shoulder so you don’t get buried and knocked off the mountain by a damn snow plow. Your car hates you, you know this, you put it in drive anyway. The rim is scraping the pavement, an awful metallic sound that makes your stomach lurch and your throat tighten, but you didn’t come this far to just turn back around. Going back isn’t an option.

Just a few meters down the road is a wide bit of shoulder, like one of those observation areas back by ocean where people can pull off and take a moment to break up the monotony. Except this one is next to dense, dark mountain forest, and right at the back the trees break apart. There’s a trail illuminated in your headlights, visible between every few seconds as your wipers push fresh snow off your windshield.

You frown as you pull up to it and put your card back in park, leaving it on a moment so the heating can run. The temperature outside is dropping. It’s already well below freezing and the wind is picking up with an ominous howl. Staying in your car isn’t an option either, it seems.

The radio is static again, that sweet spot of reception lost now that you moved fifty feet down the road. You grab your phone and sigh at the little empty triangle mocking you over your lack of signal. Maybe the trail leads to a cabin or a lodge. It’s probably one of those retreats rich people take and this is some back way in for people’s rowdy sons who sneak out of a stuffy dinner.

Can’t be worse than freezing to death in your car. You grab your backpack off the floor of the passenger side and start shoving everything into it. All of the snacks, your waters, even the bottle of whiskey you snagged before you ran out of the house with a screaming voice at your back telling you to stay gone. Gladly.

There’s so little, you realize. Barely anything and you grabbed everything you cared about when you left. Birth certificate, two journals, three little soft-cover books, some old pictures, and a birthday card from grandma. How is there nothing?

You know how. 

You make sure it’s all there, double and triple checking, then you empty the glove box of all of your important documents for the car just in case some maniac steals it in the middle of the snow storm.

The temperature is dropping further. Your clothes aren’t made for this weather. Getting out of the car is the worst idea, you know, but there’s a path. You’ll go a little ways up and if you don’t find anything then you’ll come back.

You cut the engine off and take a breath. This isn’t the end.

The wind rips into you as soon as you open the door. You sling your bag onto your back and stand up, shut the door, lock the car and arm the alarm. Not that it matters, but the habit and that little beep beep is a comfort. It’s normal.

You’re shivering already, you have to move. At least you’re wearing your boots. The few inches of snow that have already fallen crunch beneath your feet as you approach the path. You quickly pull the flashlight out and click it on. The moon is hidden behind heavy clouds and there aren’t any street lights up here. Well, this was why dad put you in boy scouts, right? Not that you made it very far. Kissing the scout master’s son didn’t make a good impression. At least he was cute.

The snow isn’t falling as heavily inside the treeline, even without their leaves the branches of the trees are so thick they shield you. You can follow the path easily. It’s well-worn and defined even when covered with snow. The flakes sparkle where your flashlight hits and you smile to yourself. The forest is pretty right now, and so quiet. This is better than where you were. 

It’s an easy hike at first, especially since you’ve been walking and hiking so much recently, so you barely realize how far you’ve gone until you turn around and notice that your old tracks are being filled in with snow down the way. The storm has picked up and the light from your flashlight doesn’t reach far enough to see if you’re close to your car or not. You know you’re not. You’ve gone too far already.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and your stomach drops, a new chill rising in your bones. Twelve twenty-four. Shit. Almost an hour of walking. With as bad as the storm is you’re not sure if you can go back. If that’s what you should do or if you should keep moving. It’s so cold. You’re not shivering.

You’re not shivering.

You should be shivering. Why aren’t you shivering?

You can’t go back. 

You turn toward the path, you think, and you start moving. If you move, then you’ll get your body temperature up, you just have to make sure you don’t start sweating.

Something slips under your boot and you fall to your knees, your flashlight flies out of your hand and rolls down into the snow, its light lost when it lands. The fabric of your gloves is soaked and you can’t feel your fingers to know if you’ve even found the damn thing or if you’re hitting a tree root. Snow is melting into your jeans. If you don’t get up now then you might not get up at all.

You force yourself standing and squint into the darkness. The trail continues on ahead of you, but it’s hard to tell if you’re still following it. Trees line either side, but the trail was narrow to begin with that you wonder if you’ve gone off after stepping to one side when you ran into a tree.

Why did you get out of your car? Why didn’t you just stay?

Why is it getting hot?

You unzip your jacket and take off your gloves. It’s so warm, it doesn’t make sense.

Another tree hits your boot, the trunk of this one thick, so big it almost doesn’t seem real. You walk around it and stop. Light. There’s light coming from a cabin.

You stumble toward it, falling against a tree. Why is your backpack so heavy?

A wide, welcoming porch stretches out in front of you and you trip on one of the steps, then crawl up to the door. You beat your hand against it and don’t think about the fact that you can’t feel it happening.

It opens a second later and a heatwave rolls over you, makes you feel a little sick.

Two big, hot hands grab you under your arms and haul you inside. Not a rich-people retreat.

“What?” A voice says.

Oh, you said that out loud.

Two soft blue eyes meet yours, brows furrowed as they look over you. “Fuck, hey, come on.”

The world slips away.

You’re at the beach suddenly, and it’s snowing. The sky is purple and there’s a stampede of corgis running across the ocean. It’s the annual migration, you realize.

You need to take notes. No one’s seen this in forever.

You don’t even realize you’d fallen asleep until you’re awake again. There are blankets wrapped around you and panic seizes you until you open your eyes and realize only the corgis were a dream. Yesterday happened. You left.

Then you almost died.

“You’re awake?” A deep voice asks from your back. “I made breakfast. You need to eat.”

Your entire body is sore when you roll over, but at least you’re alive to feel it. The man from last night is standing in the doorway of the bedroom you’re in. He’s… massive. That’s the only word for it. He’s leaning against the door frame and the top of his head is still almost touching. Whoever built the cabin didn’t build it for giants.

He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. You’re staring. Right.

“Hi,” you begin, “I’m sorry I showed up like that.”

A small smile curls one end of his mouth. “Half dead from hypothermia telling me my house wasn’t a retreat for rich people?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, hoping maybe the other half of your death will catch up to you now. “Oh my god.”

He laughs, warm and amused. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you didn’t die in my living room.”

You look at him and hope your smile is more grateful than sheepish, but then he chuckles and you give up. 

“You said breakfast?” You try.

He nods and jerks his head to one side. “Eggs, bacon, some toast. Hearty food that you need after your hike up here.”

You offer another smile and swing your legs out, grimacing at the pain in your thighs, your abdomen, basically anything that can move on you hurts right now. Your hands look fine, though, which is all you could hope for. Wait.

“These aren’t my clothes.” You say slowly.

The shirt is a simple flannel button down and it’s huge on you. A tent. You’ve never been a very big guy, but this shirt makes you feel like a child. The pants aren’t yours either. Fleece-line sweatpants, nice and soft, with the drawstring pulled out about as far as it can be and tied into a bow.

Your dashing rescuer and rubs the back of his neck and gives a tight smile. “Your clothes were soaked, I couldn’t leave them on. I checked your bag, but… you, uh, don’t have much.”

Right. You don’t. Everything you own is either in a storage unit or in your backpack and your car. A blown tire wasn’t part of your plan.

You pull at the end of the rolled up sleeve and laugh. “These are yours?”

He nods. “Everything here is mine.”

“Well,” you say as you stand, “at least I didn’t have to rescue you from the snow. I don’t think my clothes would fit you.”

He laughs, shoulders shaking and eyes crinkling. A thick, golden beard covers his jaw and catches a few strands of his long, hair where it’s fallen out of a braid. Is this guy for real?

You follow him out of the room and down the hall. There’s a bathroom off to the side you see your clothes have been tossed over the top of a sliding glass door to dry.

The smell of bacon makes your stomach growl, and you’re glad to sit a little two-seater table next to a window. It’s still snowing. There’s a dusting of snow at the bottom of the window and you’re not sure if it’s been caught by the sill or if the snow really is that deep. You look further outside and your mouth drops open. There are feet of snow on the ground. You’re stuck.

He sets a plate down in front of you with a glass of apple juice, then grabs his own food and sits across from you.

“Guess I’m stuck here for a while,” you say quietly.

He nods. “The storm is supposed to continue into tonight.”

You shove an entire piece of bacon into your mouth, then another, then a bite of egg. Eating like you’re starving is your normal, but it hasn’t been this bad in a while. Your stomach is still growling as you eat and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so hungry.

He glances at you as he eats his own food much more slowly than you inhale yours. Within a few minutes all of your food is gone, then the apple juice.

“You want more?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, I’ll wait about ten minutes and see if I’m still hungry. Don’t want to make myself sick.”

He nods. “Good idea. I’m Thor, by the way.”

You startle and realize you’ve slept in this man’s house, you’re wearing his clothes, but you never introduced yourself. Your name falls from your tongue easily and he nods.

“I saw your license when I was looking through your bag. Wanted to make sure you were eighteen at least.” He says.

Reasonable. You’d think the same thing if someone who looked as young as you look collapsed on the ground with nothing but a backpack that didn’t even have a change of clothes. That’s the kind of dumb shit first-time runaways do. Third timers? Not as much.

“Right, of course. Sorry,” you say, mentally kicking yourself as you do, “um, thank you, by the way. I didn’t realize how far I’d gone into the woods until it was too late. I didn’t know if staying in my car would’ve been better, I just… one of my tires blew out and my spare is so old it’s probably rotted. It’s just been…”

“A rough week?” He finishes, voice soft. 

You nod and he smiles and lets out a breath through his nose. He’s been somewhere similar, you think, somewhere as difficult as this. Running away a third time in two years like some dumb teenager and not a man in his early twenties.

“Honestly,” you start, “more than a week. A lot more. I was on my way to the coast.”

“Family?” He asks.

You scoff. “Hope not.”

He makes a noise and his eyebrows shoot up a second. “I know that feeling.”

Relief sits soft in your chest the same way it always does when someone understands.

“So, you live here?” Enough of your personal baggage.

He nods. “Most of the time. I have another house a couple states over. This was my dad’s, he left it to me.”

The way he says it tells you it was left a while ago, an absence he’s used to now. You know that feeling.

You swallow and rub your hands together, comforted that you can even feel them. “So, how are we going to pass the time while we wait to be snowed in even worse?”

…

“Oh, bullshit!” You screech.

“I’m serious! My brother just kept talking and talking until the guy just handed over the keys to this Lexus and we drove off, but the owner was right behind us and he started running after us screaming. I was so drunk that I pissed myself when I started laughing. Then Loki started laughing and trying to look back, but he was the one driving, so he crashed into a parked Maserati and we had to run for it. Our father was…” Thor falls quiet a moment, some of the light in his eyes dying, “it was a fun night. We’re much more responsible now. Well, I am. And he only steals things he won’t be caught stealing, so it’s an improvement.”

You shake your head and pull your legs up higher, tucking your feet under you. The couch is huge and soft, and there are enough plush wool blankets to make another entire bed out of. There’s only one bedroom here, and it’s Thor’s. He let you take it last night because he’s probably the kindest person you’ve ever met.

“What about you?” He asks, his smile a bit loose from the shots of whiskey you did together after dinner.

You shrug, then a memory flashes and you laugh. “Alright, yeah, I have one. When I was sixteen I followed my cousin to bible camp.”

“Bible camp? This is going to be awful, isn’t it?” Thor rests his head on his hand and you feel heat bloom in your stomach.

You laugh through your nerves and nod. “It was a sleep-away camp and I was excited to be out of my house for a couple weeks, even though you really couldn’t pay me to give a shit about the bible and all that.”

Thor nods, a lingering smile showing slight crows feet in the corners of his eyes. He’s so gorgeous and this is so not the time to be hitting on him, but when have you made good decisions?

“As teenagers we were supposed to help the councilors out with the really little kids, which was cool because it meant that our curfew was the latest. My cousin always went off to smoke weed before bed, but there was this guy, definitely too old for me, but he was sweet. I had a huge crush, and he knew it, and he didn’t return it but he was nice about it, y’know? So I knew I couldn’t do anything with him and I was sad and dumb, so I grabbed one of the other boys in my age group and we snuck into the craft supply room and he got me off with his mouth and everything was fine, but then as soon as I got on my knees and had his dick in my mouth my crush found us,” you remember the way the door swung open and the light was nearly blinding.

Thor’s eyebrows shoot up and he smiles open-mouthed and crooked. “What did he do?”

“He was frozen, and the guy I was blowing was frozen, and reality hadn’t really hit me, so I started sucking—”

“No,” Thor’s eyes are wide and his smile turns shocked.

You nod and look off toward the ceiling, then roll your eyes back to Thor. “Yep. My crush slammed the door shut and went running, and the noise drew the attention of all the other adults, so we had to run for it back to our cabin.”

Thor laughs and scrubs a hand down his face. “At bible camp.”

“At bible camp. The rest of the week all of the lessons were about remaining chaste.” You chuckle and lick your lips slowly, your tongue sliding slowly over your bottom lip when Thor’s eyes dart down to the movement.

“Did you remain chaste?” He asks, voice deep and smooth, then he clears his throat.

You shake your head. “No, I felt bad that the guy didn’t get off, so I sucked his dick on one of the trails during a hike.”

Thor looks at your mouth again, then off toward the wood burning stove. It’s making the entire cabin warm by itself with just a fan to push the air around. The snow is starting to slow down, but it’s still falling. Thor’s radio has more range than your car, so you listened to the weather earlier just long enough to hear them say the storm will end around midnight.

You look off toward the hall, then back to Thor. “So who takes the bed tonight?”

He shrugs. “I was going to give it to you, since you’re my guest.”

You smile and reach up to scratch the back of your neck where sweat is beading up at your hairline. “Such a gentleman.”

Thor smiled and laughs through his nose. “I try to be.”

He’s looking at your neck, and his eyes dart down to your collar bone, then back up to your mouth, finally back up to your eyes.

“You’re not always a gentleman, are you?” You tilt your head and smile at him, the same smile that always gets you into trouble you can’t talk your way out of.

His eyes turn dark where he looks at you, and his chest rises on a deep breath. “I suppose it depends on what you think a gentleman does.”

You’re still wearing his clothes from that morning with nothing beneath. The buttons slide open easily. He’s worn this shirt often, you can tell. His eyes track the movements of your fingers as you slowly open the shirt until it falls off of you. You can feel the breeze coming from the fan by the stove, the air so warm it feel soothing as it brushes over you.

Thor’s jaw ticks as he looks at you, and he adjust as he sits, scooting away from the arm of the couch. It’s all the invitation you need to move and straddle his thick thighs. You’re still sore, but you can tolerate the pain if it means having him touch you. He grabs your hips and squeezes, then slides his hands up your sides to squeeze where you’re soft over the muscle you’ve built.

How long has it been since someone’s made you wet? Fuck, you can’t even remember, but you can feel it starting, that familiar heat settling deep in your core. You remember now how much you’ve always hated feeling empty.

You lean in and bump your nose against his, biting your lip as he rubs your back.

“We don’t have to,” he whispers, “you don’t owe me.”

You smile and kiss him, moaning when he presses back, opens up to you, sucks your tongue and pulls you in close. His cock is starting to fill, you can feel it pressing up against you between the layers of fleece that separate you.

You press down and rub your clit on the thick line of him, groaning at how soft everything feels except where he’s hard. He gasps and presses back, rolls his hips as much as the position allows and starts a rhythm. As big as he looks he feels so much bigger under you now. No man you’ve ever been with has been this thick, this warm. Thor grabs your ass and guides you, grinds you into his cock and looks up at you with half-lidded eyes.

Pleasure sings inside you, sweet and warm, already building too soon. Life has been too hectic for the last few months, you haven’t even wanted to get off, and it feels like your body is making up for lost time. There’s nothing happening here except the silence of the snow falling and the loud breaths the two of you pant against each other’s open mouths.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your voice is quiet, barely there.

The pressure is coiling tight, pooling low, it feels good to use him. He smiles ducks his head to fix his mouth to your neck. Your eyes roll into your head, the ticklish pleasure of it something no one has done for you in so long. Thor scrapes his teeth across your pounding pulse and you grind down harder, chasing your own need with rough snaps of your hips and little broken moans.

You cuss and whisper his name, rub your clit down harder and tangle one hand into his hair, hoping maybe there’ll be a mark left from the way he sucks on your skin.

You’re clenching on nothing, so wet that it’s got to be soaking through your pants and his. Your belly and ass jiggle and his fingers dig in harder. He growls and bites you and you hold your breath.

Your clit is throbbing, you’re so hard and so ready, you need him, you want him to fill you up and pin you down, make you forget that you ever planned to keep running, keep you here—

“Fuck!” You fall limp in his arms, shaking and hips jerking as you cum.

He hugs you close and kisses up your neck until he’s kissing the hinge of your jaw.

You giggle and let your head fall back to give him more room.

“There’s a drawer in the coffee table,” he says, beard scraping on you, “it has condoms.”

You lean back and he holds just tight enough to keep you from falling as you reach into the drawer he mentioned and grab a magnum. Definitely a need and not just an ego boost for himself.

He smiles up at you as you hold it, then strips his shirt off. You moan without meaning to and he smirks. There’s soft hair covering his chest and belly, which is so soft that it makes you ache. The thick muscle that makes up his body is covered in a layer of fat that you want to sink your teeth into.

You hand him the condom, then crawl off of his lap and lay down on the couch. It’s long enough that he can sleep comfortably, so it’s definitely big enough for him to fuck you properly.

You both remove your pants and you’re stuck when you see his cock. He’s uncut and his foreskin makes your mouth water. God your fingers would probably barely close around him he’s so goddamn thick. You spread your legs, hooking one over the back of the couch, and he groans, then reaches over and slides two fingers into you.

It’s good, so good, and his fingers are so thick that they feel satisfying, but you know having his dick inside you is going to be so much better. Thor adds a third finger and hits your g-spot, rubs up on it when you shudder and clench on him while his thumb rubs on your over-sensitive clit.

Then he pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean. Your heart trips in your chest and your stomach flips. Fuck.

He rips the condom open with his teeth and slides it on, then moves to kneel between your legs. You fold yourself in half so your knees are almost touching your shoulders. Thor rubs his cock up and down to spread your slick around. The way he teases is so sweet. You might not be able to cum again just yet, but it doesn’t matter. You want to feel him cum inside you, to know the way his cock jumps when he’s filling that condom up nice and full.

Thor leans forward and presses a kiss to your ankle, then slides in nice and slow. There’s a little burn and you bite your lip and groan from it. He’s taking slow, deep breaths above you, eyes falling shut and brows furrowed as inch after inch of him stretches you out until he hits the deepest part of you and has to stop.

Maybe you can cum again. 

You lower your legs enough to wrap them around his waist and hold on tight when he starts fucking you with long, hard thrusts. He pulls out and fills you right back up, rolling his hips until your gasping and clutching his shoulders. Rough, low groans fall from his mouth on every breath and you close your eyes as you listen to him. It’s like thunder in the middle of the snow storm.

He leans down and buries his face in your neck and starts snapping his hips faster and faster. You move with him as much as you can, rubbing your clit on him while he shoves that ridiculous cock into you. Fuck, you want him in your ass next.

“God, Thor, fuck!” You hike your legs up his side and dig your nails into his skin.

The pleasure of him inside you and on top of you is sharp. You feel safe here, absurdly, pressed down under his bulk with his breath making your neck slick and the fire roaring off to the side.

You’re trembling beneath him, whimpering at the constant pressure on your clit and then he changes the angle of his hips, hits you just right, and your eyes roll into your head and you’re cumming again, hard and euphoric. Laughter bubbles up in your throat and Thor is growling at you, snapping his hips so hard that he’s sending you up toward the arm of the couch.

He grunts your name and cusses, then buries himself deep and you moan low and dirty when you feel his dick throbbing inside you. You grind against each other a moment, then both still as he fills the condom and begins to soften.

Thor pulls back enough to look down at you, his eyes a little hazy with pleasure. You probably look the same. He smiles and it’s so raw that your first instinct is to just kiss him. So you do.

He makes a soft, breathy noise and slips free of you, but doesn’t move to take the condom off just yet. Instead, he stays as as he is, letting his weight anchor you while you suck his lower lip then release it.

The breeze coming from the fan is still warm, but your skin is slick with sweat and you shiver a bit at it. Thor chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead, then stands up. You wrap yourself in one of the blankets and snuggle in while he moves around somewhere behind the couch.

A moment later he’s back, naked and soft and spent. He smiles.

“Why don’t we both take the bed tonight?” His voice is smooth and gentle.

You grin and hope the storm doesn’t end at midnight.

[scvrletstrange]

Keep your heart open | Thor x asgardian!reader

Thor Love and Thunder spoilers!! Not explicit mention of terminal illness!!

Gif not mine, don't remember the creator sorry!

Summary: you ask Eternity for one last wish for Thor, the man you love. Some angst.

Pairing: Thor x reader, I really don't have a gender specified here. (If you find any discrepancy for this, please let me know!)

Thor's argument with Gorr echoed in your head.

All Gorr wanted was her. His daughter. The child he lost when the god he worshipped before ignored all his pleas.

You dragged on the floor full of water to come closer to Eternity not before giving a last glance to Thor holding Jane on his arms.

You sight got blurred. As much as you loved him, you couldn't help but feel the pain on your chest.

Jane was always the one. The one that was right for him. Thor cared about you, of course he did. But his love was all saved for Jane and only Jane.

Seeing again the figure of Eternity in front of a dying Gorr, you ran to him before he could state his wish. You ran onto him, making the killer fall to the ground, asking Eternity your wish.

Please heal Jane Foster, please let the kid come back to Gorr.

Your body fell to the water one more time, feeling numb, and tried to see the couple some feet away from you.

You waited for the gods to take Jane from Thor's arms, as you supposed, they were saying goodbye in their own way.

But that never came.

Instead, a golden light embraced the woman's figure slowly, and suddenly a little girl appeared at Gorr's side.

Tears fell from his eyes. The last time he tried to kill you, and now here you were, asking for the most precious thing he ever had to come back for him.

But it was too late.

"Please, take care of her," he pleaded.

You nodded, weakly. "I'll do."

A few steps away, Thor held Jane on a tight hug, his face burried on her neck.

"Thor, I- suddenly I feel better... Like I was giving a new chance," she breathed. "This- what is this?"

The blonde god observed the woman, slowly sitting on the water. Her gaze, her hair, her face, all of her, was different. She looked alive. Again. He carressed her face and her skin softly, like she was going to break in any second. His eyes got full of tears.

"What..." Thor saw you standing now, walking towards the little girl before her father's body.

"I can't believe it."

Sitting on a bench away from the feast, you sipped on your drink hearing at the asgardians throwing a ball just like how they knew. Your eyes admiring the night sky, full of beautiful stars.

Jane was fine now, she was reported as a miracle to the hospital now she was healed, but Thor and you knew it wasn't the case.

The kids were back with their families and everything seemed to be good. At least for now.

The girl, who's name you later found out, was Love, was now under your wig. You let her meet the other kids and play around on the feast when Thor suggested it would be a good idea for her to blend in.

After the families and asgardians said the thanks to the god and after he and Korg told the story of Doctor Jane Foster, the woman who became a goddess, Thor made his way to you after noticing you missed a lot of things once you came back to New Asgard.

He sat down beside you without making any noise.

"Thank you."

You turned and saw him by your side. You let out a sigh. "I had to."

"You also brought her back to life," Thor mumbled.

"Well, I don't think rules said that you couldn't ask for more than one thing at a time."

Thor chuckled. He really knew you perfectly. "I mean that it was very kind from you."

"How couldn't I... He was suffering, Jane was suffering, you were suffering," these last words came like a whisper from your lips.

He took your hand gently and your heart fluttered. Even when you knew his own never belonged to you.

"They know what you did. All of our people. We are grateful," he smiled. "I will never have the words to say thank you, because it will never be enough."

Thor layed his eyes on yours.

"You staying by my side is all I can ask."

He suddenly wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug, until you gave in. This was the nearest form of affection you would get from him. Because his heart was being saved for someone else.

Thor was no fool. He took the hints, he knew how you felt for him, but he would never dare to hurt you. That's why he acted like he never knew about your feelings for him. He spent so many years hiding himself, until he found again the true reason to keep going. And that was Jane Foster.

But his happiness was your happiness and it would be so selfish for you to not do the right thing for him and your people.

He kissed your forehead softly. "I will."

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[antivancoffeelover]

Holy fuck, I just read your reader insert thor fic, with the blizzard? and? oh my god? I don't normally like reader insert fics but HO BOY it was good. very good :D

oh goodness thank you! 

i’m uh. thinking of writing another. 

i also wrote this one lol. any reader fics i do are gonna be tagged readerthor