Summary: Reader struggles with her body image after having children.
Warnings: nothingnreally… it’s fluff
Pairings: Thor Odinson x Reader
Words: 758
A/N: Okay, so my first crack at Thor…sort of. This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Full Figured Fantasy challenge with Prompt #14: Your body is not ruined.
Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), alcohol, semi-public sex
Summary: There’s nothing Thor craves more than the taste of the reader.
A/N: written for @thorsthot 2.5k Writing Challenge. My prompt was #42 ‘The food looks great, but, there’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.’
Grinning around your beer bottle, surrounded by your teammates, life didn’t get much better than this. Laughter and booze flowed freely; it was hard to believe that just a few days ago, you’d all been fighting for your lives. The mission had been a tense one, but all of you made it out alive and relatively unharmed, prompting Tony to throw a small party to celebrate. Joking around with your friends- your surrogate family- felt pretty damn great.
Quote: Your thunder thighs are powerful, strong, and beautiful Pairings: Thor Odinson x Reader Warnings: Implied Smut, Angst, Fluff Key: F/A/D- Favorite Alcoholic Drink Author’s Note: This is my first time writing for Thor and a Plus Size!Reader so please be gentle!
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Prompt: “Loving yourself is the greatest revolution.”
Summary: You’re down in the dumps about your curves and size
Word Count: 623
Warnings: Pretty cheesy. Like super cheesy lmao, and fluff. Self-love, because everyone needs it
A/N: ayy, I think I did pretty good for a woc! one-shot, what do y’all think? I usually like to keep things neutral so everyone can take part, but I decided to fulfill one of my goals and write something that fits more of a latinx description. Tell me what you guys think! Also @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan you are excellent for coming up with this and making a whole challenge out of it! I only wish I hadn’t waited till the last minute to get it done completely lmao (I wanted it to be good, but short and sweet)
You always ignored the fact that many women with your complexion were supposed to have an hourglass figure.
And your size wasn’t usually a problem. Some days, you were confident in your size, telling yourself that you were just the right amount of thick.
But tonight, was different.
It was late and you didn’t want to go to Tony’s party. Your dress didn’t hold you the same way it did when you first bought it and, from one negative thought to the next, you found yourself pouting in the mirror, your sight blurred from the tears in your eyes.
“Y/N, my magnificent—” Thor walks out the bathroom with his suit hastily thrown on and his tie wrapped in his hands. He stops short when he sees your teary-eyed reflection.
He quickly makes his way to you. “My love, is everything alright?”
“I’m fine, I was just thinking.” You wave him off, turning away to compose yourself.
Thor, automatically sensing the truth, stands between you and the mirror and gently brings your chin up. “(Y/n).”
Suddenly, as if his tender actions had unraveled your discontent, you feel your shoulders shake with involuntary sobs.
“My love, please talk to me.”
You motion silently to your attire, glowering at your form. “It’s—”
His eyes flit down to your torso, searching for a wound of some sort. “It’s what?”
You huff and motion again to yourself. “I’m—” He raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. “I’m not as thin as these other women! Okay? This pinche dress looked absolutely amazing on my figure a few weeks ago and I must’ve gained weight or something because now, I’m just gorda all in my arms and my shoulders—”
Thor pulls you close to your chest and your complaints and arguments are muffled against his large chest. “My dear, you are being dramatic. You look absolutely stunning.”
You pull away from his chest, hiding your tear stained face and sobbing silently. “No, Thor. I don’t. I look terrible. I can’t compete with the other women out there! They’re all taller and hairless and their hair defies all laws of physics!”
He smiles softly at you and waits a moment, “Are you finished?”
When you huff and mutter under your breath in spanish, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a sober look in the eyes. “I don’t know why this is so important to you, but I want you to know that there is no other woman out there that could ever be any better than you are. You are a charming, intelligent woman who remembers her roots and has immense love for everyone around you. Except for yourself.
“(Y/n), I want you to understand that loving yourself is the greatest revolution, and that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks of you because you owe yourself that privilege.”
When you didn’t look up at him, Thor was worried he had said something wrong. “My love?”
You quickly jump into his arms and bury your wet face against the crook of his neck, smelling the cologne on his neck.
It was perfect, really.
To have his large arms around your body and whisper soothing encouragements until your eyes no longer looked puffy and you were ready to walk out the door with your newly found confidence was something you were probably always going to be grateful for.
The party was amazing. You had never been so full of love for yourself as much as you had been that night. There were drinks and gambling. All part of Tony’s charm.
And at the end of the night, you were left with your loving God of Thunder.
Prompt – “It’s not fair. You keep this up and I just might-” “You ‘just might’ what? Leave me? Hurt me? You’ve done it all.” (I tweaked it big time)
A/N – This, I’ll call it a drabble, was written for my bestie @bionic-buckyb ‘s 8k angst challenge! Congrats on 8k and happy birthday, Kait! I’m sorry for making you cry. This takes place after Infinity War, it’s also my first ever Thor writing so that’s cool.
This was written for #Star’s full figured fantasy challenge, thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for letting me get involved.
Pairing: Thor x plus size reader Prompt: “Forget the rules. If you like it, wear it.” Summary: Tony and Thor make a bet, but who will win? Reader and Thor are in a relationship. Reader worked with Erik in New Mexico instead of Jane Foster and met him when he first came to Earth (apologies to Fosterson fans, I love Jane, she just didn’t fit with this prompt!). Takes place prior to Age of Ultron. Words: 3.5k Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions sex but no smut mostly fluff
A/N: My prompt was “Forget the rules. If you like it, wear it.” Its my first try at Marvel fanfic, and the first thing I’ve written in years, so all feedback and comments gratefully received. Also going to be posted on AO3 under ‘Leo_nine’.
Willpower
Nobody had ever suggested that hitting a guy with your car was a great way to get a boyfriend but somehow it had worked out fine for you. From that first meeting in New Mexico, Thor had captivated you. He was brave and sweet and, oh yeah, the most gorgeous hunk of a man you’d ever seen. You’d never imagined that the attraction would be mutual but to your amazement he was smitten with you too.
Even though you were comfortable with your size, you were insecure about it at times and it had been a surprise that your plump pear-shaped figure was his type. Curvaceous was the nicest description of you that people gave although you’d certainly been called much less flattering things over the years.
A/N: I had SO MUCH FUN writing part one and even more fun writing this! It’s so freeing to write for other characters, especially Thor, and to explore the marvel universe more. I just hope you guys are liking it! This whole series is based (loosely) off the song Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Thank you to @howlingbarnes, my beautiful bestie, for reading this over for me.
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Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest, as Thor’s astonishingly clear, blue eyes pierced your very soul. You couldn’t believe it. The person you’d been dreaming about for literal years, was standing right in front of you. But how? How was this possible? Your brain worked in overdrive over every explanation, but the overpowering fuzz of uncertainty claimed the most space. Shaking your head, you tried to clear your mind and think rationally. Thor’s brow was furrowed in apparent concern, sweet wrinkles appearing by his eyes as he concentrated.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, reaching out a very large hand, and placing it on your shoulder in a genuinely concerned manner. Only five minutes in this being’s presence, and you had already deemed him perfection.
Summary: A party at the Avengers Tower post-mission ends on a less than positive note and you struggle with your self-esteem. Thor offers to show you how beautiful you are to him.
A/N: phew this totally had a life of its own. Neither gifs below belong to me – one is for a challenge (the NSFW) and the other is from google. Full credit where it’s due. In case some of you hadn’t realised, I’m really loving writing for Thor at the moment and I keep signing up for challenges. It’s a problem. Any who, enjoy this filthy smutty fluffy goodness! Feedback is greatly appreciated!
The Avengers came trudging inside after their latest mission, successful but exhausted. The strains of the battle would follow them for the rest of their life, another wrinkle around the eyes, another scar on their body from an inevitable injury. You stood on the helipad with the rest of the medical team, smiling sympathetically as the physically uninjured passed. You wanted to comfort each of them but knew it wasn’t time yet. They each had their own rituals to complete post battle; some, like Nat and Clint, needed solitude while others, like Thor and Sam, needed companionship.
Tony, as always, strutted down from the ramp. You eyed the cool smile on his face, the glasses he wore covering his eyes. It was always hard to gauge the type of mood the genius would be in on return. Sometimes it depended on the outcome of the mission; other times it depended if something had triggered his PTSD.
Most of the time, you just had to wait and see what came out of his mouth.
“Ah Y/L/N! Just the lady I wanted to see!” Tony clicked his fingers and pointed at you.
Your eyes flickered to Thor’s questioningly but he shrugged and eyed Tony warily, “What’s up, Tony?”
“I need you to make some calls; we’re having a party!” Tony announced jubilantly. “It’s been a while…”
“A week,” You heard Sam mutter as he passed.
“…since we’ve had some fun. I’m thinking some music, drinks and food so I’m gonna need…” Tony prattled.
Requested by @toomanyotpslove :Imagine finding a handsome looking golden retriever, taking it in, loving on and taking care of it for months, it excitedly following, protecting, loving, and snuggling you until you take a bath with it, find out it’s Thor, who was forced into that form, now is deeply in love with you and hungrily staring you down.
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