so I was watching the perfect getaway this morning and randomly Chris hemsworth popped up as a dangerous hippie and his name was KALE....letting that sink in.
it somehow made me think of you and your thor docs as an AU where he’s a hippie in Hawaii
anyways...have a great Saturday 🍑
Lmaoo the tragedy. Hemmy plays villain so well. He’s fucking hot as sin as Billy Lee aka a cult leader. I wrote this thinking of him once.
Warnings: Billy Lee x F!reader. Shades of dub con. Rough smut.
It’s how he wants it.
“Get on the ground. Spread your legs,” then lower, slower. “Knees open...show me how much you want me...want this.”
It’s crude - it’s depraved in a way. You’re open for him - embarrassingly wet and raw and Jesus the way he looks at you - at the place between your knees that put you on full display - nothing between them.
No fake names. No sad histories. No stories in the night.
His hands slide up your skin - pet at your cunt - wriggle inside as he inspects you.
“You love it, don’t you?”
“You love what I do to you?”
Yes. Yes. Always.
His other hand finds your throat as he scissors his fingers where you’re screaming for him. It’s a burn - a stretch - a muted kind of hunger that you can barely understand.
“What am I to you?”
A bold question - one that you’re not sure how to answer. “C’mon,” he urges. “Tell me.”
He lowers himself. He sinks your teeth into your belly - into the soft skin of your inner thigh - his marks dark and furious and no doubt ready for a bruise.
“What am I?”
And he adds a finger - he adds a fourth - he spits and it sends a shock through you - he brands you with it - his hand pushing that spit right up inside you. It’s too wet - obscene - but he’s laughing dark and sick and beautiful.
“What am I to you?”
He’s breaking you open on his knuckles - he’s making you cry.
You think of God - you say it out loud - and he smiles.
I don't write fanfictions but i like a lot of them without reblogging them. I've decided i wanted this to change, so i'll start reblogging as much as i can but according to you is it better (for a multi chapters fic) to : reblog each chapters of a fic OR reblog the first or the last chapter and advise more people to read it ? Thanks you all for your opinion.
Thor oral drabble is here! I hope you guys like it, my broken down, over-stressed brain cannot judge whether it is even remotely arousing or not xD
Tagging the Real Housewives of Asgard xD
Eating pussy, cunnilingus, going down, tonguing, whatever you want to call it, your boyfriend? He loves it. And yes, Thor is an absolute champion at indulging you with his mouth.
He literally cannot get enough of you, the feel of your womanhood against his tongue, your scent, your taste, the way he loves to knead your boobs or squeeze your thighs within his big hands while his tongue licks the most divine warmth through you. He craves it all.
He also loves to surprise you by burying his mouth between your legs whenever he can, too, often without it being a precursor to anything else. He’ll come along, crouch at your feet, remove your undies and feast. Once done, he’ll smile and let you continue with your day. It’s almost as if he doesn’t even do it for you any longer, but for him, how much he loves it. You? You’re his candy, you suppose. Not that you mind one bit.
A perfect instance of this is when he finds you relaxing on the cushioned comfort of your window seat, curled up reading a book as the sun streams through the window, the scent from the many flowers you planted out in the garden filtering in through the open window, the fragrant blooms adding to the relaxed atmosphere.
“Can I help you?” Raising an eyebrow at him over the pages of your book, you succeed in making Thor smile as he grabs your sweats, pulling them, your underwear and socks off, kneeling before you, taking in the beauty of your sex.
“Yes, my love. You can lie back and enjoy yourself.” Of course, you know that this is exactly what will happen, Thor nearing his face to you, kissing your navel, his mouth descending slowly, the heat of his lips pressing lower, and lower, until...
“Ahh!” You gasp, the tip of his tongue teasing your slit, a tentative lick that makes you tingle instantly, his big hands pushing your thighs further apart, opening you up more to his adoring gaze as well as the ministrations of what can always be constituted as an eager tongue. Eagerness is not yet within the realms of his repertoire, though, still gently exploring you with the softest of touches, your slit bathed with warm delicacy.
You shift a little beneath him, vying for more purchase, Thor chuckling. “Patience.” You’re not sure how you’re meant to have any of that at all, knowing how proficient he is with his mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing, escalating you in this way, your soft skin skimmed with fluttery licks until you begin to feel yourself clenching and growing wet with want, your tight little hole becoming dewy.
“Ahh, there it is.” Flattening his tongue against your opening, he greedily tastes what he’s worked to evoke, like a bear dipping his mouth to a sweet honey pot. He drags it through your folds, tasting you keenly as you buck a little against his mouth, gasping at the sudden contact. That firm lick has you glimmering already, the warm flush of pleasure creeping through you, like vines growing and curling around your insides, flowers starting to bloom.
Your hands fist in his hair as he begins circling your clit, swirling licks making you pant, your tiny bundle swelling, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation as watches you writhe for him, sucking on you, his hands gripping your thighs. He’s more than the god of thunder to you. He’s also the god of ruining you with his mouth.
He loves watching you lose control because of him, like right now as pleasure glimmers through you, hot circles being administered with relentless gusto, your pussy becoming tight and wet as he drives the need from you strongly.
He works your little bud back and forth with focused, unrelenting licks, his fingers pulling you open like a flower to make it stand out more, circling around and around as your legs quiver so much, it’s as if you have a chill. Whatever ice you feel, though, it’s chased by the pure fire his mouth conjures within.
His beard adds delicious friction and contrast to the wet heat of his tongue dragging through your slick, sucking, kissing, licking, absolutely devouring your pussy, your hips rising as you undulate against each lick.
The vacuum of his lips around your clit sends little shocks shooting up your spine as you pant and mewl, his fingertips leaving crescents upon your hips as he holds you steady, groaning gutturally around the mouthful of your cunt he sucks upon with ardent urgency.
“Oh, Thor!” Your voice breaks as he goes back to flicking licks over your clit, increasing the pressure, panting against your soaking folds as your slick coats his hungry tongue.
“Come on, my beauty. Cum for me.” Sparks skitter through you as each lick transports you further to your bliss, Thor eating you to your ruin with every ravenous stroke, groaning around you, sucking, flicking, moaning as he feels you further dampen his mouth. “Yes, that’s it. Come on.” He further encourages as you begin to cry out, yanking his hair and writhing, your body a mess as you shake, rushing towards it, almost...
There it is, the release that has you flying through a sky exploding with constellations, somewhere up in the deepest of space just like where your lover came from, your entire body glowing with the thrum of exquisiteness. You’re breathless and light headed, Thor tucking you back into your clothes, grinning and kissing your forehead before leaving you in peace.
“Enjoy your book.”
Enjoy your book? After that, you’re not sure if you even remember how to read!
"What the actual…" Your trial of thought disappears as you watch the huge ring of light appear in the middle of your living room. Chris wraps his arms around you instinctively, as you both stare dumbfounded. The place on the other side of the ring looks different, where ever it was it definitely wasn't here. The funny thing is, you knew what these rings were and who was in control of them but how could that be? They're fictional characters from a movie your boyfriend starred in.
You're proved wrong, when the God of Thunder himself steps through the ring and into your dimension. The very same God of Thunder that Chris stars as, surely this is a dream conjured up by your sick imagination. The tall, broad God looks exactly the same as Chris with the exact same characteristics he portrayed in the movie. You pinch yourself just to check you weren't dreaming, screwing your eyes shut and opening them again a couple of times while Chris stares, completely lost for words.
"Is there something in your eyes?" Thor asks in the exact same voice you were expecting to hear, a look of amusement in his eyes at your reaction.
"Wait, what the fuck? You're real?" You ask.
"I am from an alternative Universe to yours, I have been sent here to gather information from you." Thor says nonchalantly, pulling his eyes away from you and looking to Chris.
"From me? But I'm just an actor, I don't even understand how this is real." Chris says, his eyes blown wide with shock.
"We want to know how the infinity war happened here so we can plan our moves and ultimately win."
"We, who's we?"
"I have been sent by the Wizard, err I mean Doctor Strange."
"Of course you have, of course you're all real." Chris takes a minute to compose himself, running his hand through his hair and sighing heavily. "Fuck mate, you don't want to know how it worked out in the end." Chris paces the room, trying to make sense of everything that's happening.
"Yes we do, any information we can acquire may be able to help us defeat Thanos."
"How do you know that it will play out the same way as it did in the movies?" Chris enquires, stopping on the spot to look at Thor.
"We don't but we are willing to try anything." You can see a note of anguish on Thor's face, knowing how the movie pans out you can take a guess at what he's thinking about.
"Y/N why are you so quiet?" Chris turns away from Thor, looking over at you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed.
"Just trying to focus my attention else where and not on the fact there's two of you stood right in front of me."
"There's not two of us, this guys some sort of clone."
"I believe I am a lot older than you, therefore you are the clone." Thor corrects Chris, looking rather happy with himself.
"Yeah you look it mate. You've got a lot more wrinkles around your eyes." You focus on the childish behaviour, hoping it would stop the images of the two of them running around your mind, naked. That maybe just maybe it would put you off slightly but who are you kidding? There's two of him, here in front of you and one of them is a literal god. You remember all the fantasies you had while Chris was filming Thor, begging him to bring his costume home so he could fuck you as Thor. Now the actual Thor is here as well as Chris, it couldn't get any better.
"Why don't you just slap your dicks out and measure them while you're at it." You slap your hand over your mouth, surprised that you'd actually spoken out loud. Both of them turning to look at you equally surprised.
"What?" You question innocently. "You can't tell me you're not at least a little bit curious to know if your cocks are the same size? I know I am."
"I'd be more than happy to show you, my sweet." Thor mutters under his breath folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame. His statement not quite going unnoticed by Chris when he glares at him before shooting daggers back at you.
"Are you enjoying this?" Chris asks, his voice oozing possessiveness.
"Oh, more than you'll ever know." You smile smugly. "You don't know how long I've had this actual fantasy, only it's not quite going how I planned."
"You've fantasised about fucking other men?"
"No not over men, just you… Times two." You shrug your shoulders.
"And how exactly does this fantasy play out in your mind?" They both look curious, forgetting about their arguments for a minute, Thor standing straight waiting intently.
"Do you really have to ask?" You say slyly feeling super confident and ready to make your move. I mean it's not everyday your going to be faced with this situation, you need to make the most of it. "Why don't I show you?"
"I am not opposed to this." Thor perks up eagerly, puffing out his broad chest.
"You don't get a say." That death-glare aimed at Thor again "and I'm not quite sure how I feel about this."
"Relax baby, it's not like big man over here is here to stay. It's a one time deal. Besides if you fulfil my fantasies I'll be more than happy to fulfil yours." Chris thinks about it for a second while you run your hands over his thick shoulders, loosening him up. You pull his face down to reach yours, open mouthed kisses taking away any thoughts he had.
You open one eye, spying Thor in your peripheral checking out your curves with a sly, lustful look in his eye. You catch his hand in yours pulling him behind you where he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and planting wet kisses down the side of your neck. A tiny moan muttered into Chris' mouth makes his eyes flutter open. Anger flaring in his eyes at the sight of Thor's hands all over you.
"Listen, if we're doing this. I'm in charge. You got it, space punk?" Chris reaches over you to poke his finger in to Thor's chest.
"I think the lady should be in charge, not you nor I and she does not seem to be protesting against this." Thor turns you around to face him, one hand guiding your face to his open, eager lips.
"No, her lips are mine." Chris pulls you back from Thor, your lips still pursed needily.
"For fuck sake Chris, I am not an object. Listen, Chris I love you. Let's just play nice ok?" You grab their hands, pulling them both in front of you. The sight of them together makes you unwillingly gasp, your pussy clenching.
"Exactly." Thor smiles smugly.
"And Thor, stop winding him up. Let me take the lead." You reach up to kiss Chris first, making sure to satiate his jealousy while he wraps his arm around your lower back protectively. "Love you." You remind him before pulling away and moving to Thor.
Standing in front of the God of Thunder you search his face, trying to find any subtle differences. Apart from a couple of scars on Thor's face, they were identical. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he watches you, his hands twitching by his side, desperate to get a hold of you.
You move closer to him. Exploring his face with your hands before taking his bottom lip in your teeth, the seductive smile that appears makes your nervousness ebb away. Lust taking over as you kiss him deeply, finding that difference you were looking for. The kiss, not better and not worse just different. And the taste, he doesn't taste like Chris, he has an otherworldly taste you have never experienced before. It tastes like sin, like you're cheating and your stomach flips at the thought.
"Do you like what you see?" Thor asks after you pull away, not wanting to linger on the kiss for too long with Chris watching.
"Of course, you're beautiful." He smiles back at you, a twinkle in his eyes. There's an immediate connection with the two of you, an enigmatic connection that you're not willing to dive further into right now.
"Hey." Chris pouts, the intimacy between you and Thor making him feel pushed out.
"Babe, you're identical." You roll your eyes. "He's you, you're him." You point between the two of them. The puppy dog look in Chris's eyes completely contradicts the growing erection in his shorts.
"Yeah but…" Chris tries to protest before you cut him off, not giving him chance to ruin this for you.
"Just shush and take off your shorts." That stops him in his tracks, his eyes growing wide, a moment of lust flashing before them.
"What are you laughing at? You too." You say to Thor.
"Wait a minute, why are we stripping and you're still completely dressed?" Thor asks, while hastily unbuttoning his trousers.
"Now that is something we agree on, come here."
Your two favourite men, the best looking men in at least two dimensions, work in tandem to remove your clothes. The touch of Thor's fingertips to the nape of your neck sends shivers down your spine, an electrical current running through your veins. Your heart beating impossibly fast as you finally get your own way.
Chris kneeling on one knee to slowly pull down your shorts and panties. His thumb hooked in either side as he takes his time revealing your pussy, the pussy that is usually all his. Now he's come to terms with your desires and he's ready to take it in turns blowing your mind. On cue, Thor's hands move lower down your back, his fingers trailing a path down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lifting your top over your head, Thor's hands fall back to your breasts. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he takes your nipples between his fingers. Your mouth left agape as you feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, at the same time as Chris's fingers spread on your stomach, clutching as his thumb presses against your clit making you moan deeply.
You almost lose control, your legs going weak as you hear Thor groan at the sound of your pleasure, quiet enough for only the two of you to hear. Your body on fire already with the feel of two pairs of hands tweaking your senses into overload. Your body jerking with every oversensitive touch.
Thor moves your hair to the side, biting gently on your neck as Chris' tongue takes over his thumb. The tip circling slowly over your bundle of nerves making your legs buckle completely, falling back into Thor, his body holding up your weight as he moves backwards towards the bed and sits down on the end of it. Chris moving with you, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. The feel of Thor's huge cock pressing against your bare ass is too much and you need to feel it, you need it inside of you.
No longer bickering they finally fall into a rhythm, content on accomplishing the same goal. Giving you as much pleasure as possible and it's driving you wild.
Thor holds your legs open, giving Chris better access to your dripping folds. Your head resting against Thor's shoulders as Chris' fingers curl up inside of you, when you moan it drives them both frantic with lust. The same desires and turn on's as well as the same looks. An unspoken bond between you all.
Thor's uneven breath on your neck, his beating heart against your shoulder blade and Chris' unrelenting fingers stroking against your spot - push you over the edge. As you cry out, arching against Thor's swollen cock, his thumb reaches down to your bundle of nerves - the pressure unbearable - working as a team to pull another orgasm from you. The sound of them both groaning as their fingers drive you into another realm of pleasure, grinding against Thor as your moans become feral. Your arousal dripping around Chris' fingers, his eyes pooled with need.
Thor stops to pull down his pants, lifting you up and onto his cock. The angle making you groan like a dying animal as he stretches your walls deliciously. Your face screwed into a ugly expression as you watch Chris stand, freeing his cock from his own pants and guiding it to your mouth.
Your mouth eagerly open, waiting for it to be filled with your loves huge, smooth cock, dripping with that sweet precum. Hardly noticing the ache in your thighs as you bounce yourself on Thor's cock while he rests back on to his hands watching your ass jiggle with every movement.
The sight of Chris watching you get fucked pulls you over once more, the look of lust in his eyes as you savagely take his cock in your mouth as Thor ruins your pussy. The fact Thor looks just like him is like watching himself fuck you, like some fucked up porn but he loves it. He loves it way more than he thought he would, grunting with every jerk of your hand and twist of your mouth. Your tongue swirling around his tip as he twitches inside of your mouth.
"Spit on it." Thor says his voice so deep and laced with need as he eases out of you, lifting you effortlessly into the air while he lays back down on the bed.
"Spit on my cock." You do as your told without delay. Drenching him in even more lubrication.
Chris waits anxiously, handling his own dick with gritted teeth as he watches Thor positioning himself at your tight hole. Squeezing himself between your cheeks slowly, waiting patiently for you to become accustomed to the size of his cock. You suck in air between your teeth, your body defying you as it tries to push his cock back out but you want it, you want it so fucking bad.
You take his cock, you take it so well and he gives you more, he gives you it all until he's balls deep in your ass. You spread your legs open wide, an invitation for Chris to join in the fun and he doesn't hesitate. Holding onto your knees while he pushes himself into your pussy. You feel so full, your eyes hooded with arousal, the feel of two cocks inside of you at the same time from the men you desire most.
Chris unable to hold back any longer, thrusts into you, pushing you back into Thor, his hands holding you by the waist as he begins bucking you up slowly. The pleasure is indescribable, unlike anything you have ever experienced before. You're pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, a whirlwind of pure bliss as your holes are filled so tightly.
Chris' fingers gripping into your knees as Thor's fingers grasp your waist, they fall into the perfect rythym which isn't suprising. Their cocks entering and retreating all at the same time until the pressure builds immediately, your body jerking with powerful gusto, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You scream and I mean scream as your body comes undone, gripping around their cocks as you cum, a gutteral moan leaving your lips afterwards.
Thor pushes you forward as he chases his own release, the tight grip around his cock making it inevitable. The same time Chris pounds into your pussy, your body leaking juices consistently. Knocking your languid body backwards and forwards which each incredulous thrust from the two sex gods.
Your mind blank, your eyes blurred with the hedonistic pleasure coursing through you. You don't ever want it to end, you want to stay lost in this state of arousal forever but at the same time your body can not take it anymore, the whole thing has been like one neverending orgasm.
You've lost count of the amount of times you've cum, one after the other until your no longer sure of your name or even where you are. Your mind consumed with pure satisfaction.
They're both grunting in synchronisation as they finally release at the same time, pushing into you with one last powerful thrust making you spiral out of control. The feel of their mighty load shooting inside of your holes makes you scream again, your cum spilling out and dripping down, pooling beneath you.
Your mind is still consumed, no coherent words can be spoken when you fall backwards on to Thor, rolling to the side of him and pulling Chris down with you. You all lay panting on the bed, smiles plastered on all of your faces. Smiles you're pretty sure aren't going to leave you for a very long time. That is until the ring appears back in your bedroom and reality sets in.
You can't stay in the state of satisfaction for any longer and you're likely never to feel this amount of pleasure ever again. Thor has to leave and it makes you emotional, you'd built a connection with him in such a short space of time and you weren't ready to let go yet.
"Don't go, please." You manage to string together the words as you pull on his arm.
"I'm sorry, I have to." Thor says, you can hear the sadness in his voice. Chris doesn't speak, he lets you have your moment. Reaching up to kiss his lips fevently, his hands tangling into your hair as he returns the kiss just as deeply. Dreading having to pull away from him and watch him leave but he does. He pulls away, your fingertips losing grip as he looks back over his shoulder before stepping into the ring. Gone forever.
"What did you find out?" Strange asks Thor immediately upon his return.
"What do you mean, oh?"
"I erm… Didn't get any information." His mind is consumed with you, his mission has failed but he doesn't care.
"You will have to go back." Doctor strange declares, anger and frustration laced in his voice.
"I will go back as many times as you wish." He smiles triumphantly, maybe he will have to keep thinking of reasons to be sent back to you.
"What exactly did you do while you were gone?" Strange asks. Thor doesn't answer, instead his thoughts drift away, the memories replaying in his mind like a movie.
Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty One.
So guys, here’s the chapter I know a few of you are excited to read! Enjoy :)
Word count - 2,530
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Looking at the screen, there it was, her baby. Hers and Tyler’s baby, likely conceived on the floor of the ghetto in Colombia or in the train carriage that had taken them to Venezuela, if she’d done her working out correctly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I... this is very unexpected!” she replied, the doctor pulling her from her trance like state of shock. “Is it okay? Is it healthy?”
“The heartbeat is good, nice and strong, and the foetus appears to be of good size. I would have to take some blood tests to know more, though. I would advise we do this today as well as removing your IUD too.”
The IUD removal she agreed on, but since she had no idea how long she would be staying in Nigeria, politely refused the tests on account of the fact she might not still be around by the time they came back.
She thanked him and left, reassuring a waiting Orisa that all was fine and she was just suffering some bloat. Of course, there was only one person she needed to reveal her news to, yet she had no idea how on earth to tell her boyfriend of three months that she was carrying his child.
They had fallen head over heels in love with one another, that much was true, but still, it was such a new relationship. Bringing a baby into it would be tough, especially given their current circumstances. Being on the run and pregnant? She couldn’t think of anything worse.
As soon as they got back, she looked at her phone and saw that the strict laws in Nigeria meant that she couldn’t even get a termination, not unless her own life was in danger. Shaking herself, she then realised that she shouldn’t be looking into anything more until she’d spoken to Tyler. The thought alone made her feel sick.
“I guess that was why I was so seasick. I was baby sick, too.” She muttered, dragging her feet back to their room, swallowing hard. It was just the worst thing to happen, the worst possible timing, although deep down, something within her sparkled. She had never loved anyone like she had Tyler and no matter how soon it had occurred, carrying his child made her feel the tiniest little bloom of happiness, beneath all the worry.
So that she wasn’t completely lying, she’d stopped at a market stall with Orisa on the way back, picking up some plain t shirts and a few new pairs of simple, black cotton undies, putting them down in her bag once she’d entered the room, Tyler not there. He must’ve been in the bathroom above, which was no problem. She could do with more time.
Pacing the room, she cracked her knuckles, taking deep breaths and fanning her face. It was only 9am and already, the heat was ascending to stifling proportions. “How on earth do I do this? How the hell do I tell him?”
“Tell me what?” At that moment, she nearly threw up. Turning to face him, she continued her knuckle clicking, Tyler approaching her, frowning a little. “Did you find something out about Ayo, while you were out with his wife?”
“No. I found something out about me. Sit down. Fuck.” Moving to the bed, she sat next to him, covering her face with her hands, emerging to see him looking on at her with concern. “Tyler I... fuck! I can’t even get the fucking words out!”
“Take your time,” he reassured her, resting a hand to her knee, feeling a little panicked inside at what she was about to tell him.
“Five years ago, I started having abdominal pain and swelling, which was diagnosed as ovarian cysts that I had to have surgically removed. The doctor told me they could come back and if they did, he couldn’t rule out malignancy. I’ve noticed over the last few weeks that I’ve started having the same symptoms again, so this morning, I went to see a doctor when Orisa went for her check-up.”
Taking a deep breath, she continued, revealing the most important part. “He gave me a scan, which luckily revealed my ovaries are fine. However, he did find something else. My IUD failed and because of that, I’m pregnant.”
He blinked heavily, the shock of her words smacking him square in the chest. Pregnant? He knew he should say something, that he had to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come for that moment. “Yes, your face right now. That is how I felt. Dumbfounded.”
“I know I have to say something, I do, but fuck, I don’t have the words. I don’t, I’m just... fuck.” Turning to her side, she held his arm, kissing his shoulder while her fingers gently squeezed his massive bicep, resting her forehead against his neck.
“What do we do, Tyler?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I need a minute.” Pulling away from her, he exited the room, needing the open air, feeling light headed. He leaned forward, resting his hands above his knees, his head spinning, feeling like he was about to throw up.
She was pregnant.
Straightening up again, he willed himself to go back to their room, but it was as if his feet were cemented to the ground, holding him fast. Right there, he chastised himself to hell for being so reckless as to have sex with her without protection in the first place.
Of course, back then he was decidedly less caring about his own welfare, unprotected sex with a stranger was perhaps one of the lesser dicey pursuits he’d gotten himself into. Still, it was biting him in the ass, fathering a child he didn’t even know if he wanted or not. He tried to move again, legs feeling like heavy jelly, sighing and rubbing his face with a groan.
“Stop running away from your problems, fucking coward.” He muttered to himself, feeling his heart beating like a jackhammer. Still, he couldn’t move. Leaning back against the wall, he willed himself to get a handle on his reaction, pushing up to standing straight and running upstairs firstly to splash his face with water, heading back down then to Liliya.
“Panicked. I expected you to, really. What I told you is pretty panic inducing.” Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, smiling thinly at him. “I’m sorry.”
“Shut up, it isn’t your fault. You thought you were covered, but apparently your IUD had other ideas. How far along are you?” he asked, reaching for her hand.
“So, it happened right at the start, then. Fuck. You couldn’t make that up, you really couldn’t. Fucking typical of my life, for something this insane to happen. I get sent to kill someone, end up fucking her, got her pregnant on either the first or second time. Jesus Christ.” He laughed softly through his nose, more of an entertained exhale than anything. He didn’t even know why; it was far from humorous. “Sorry, I need to add fell madly in fucking love with her in there as well.”
“This part I know already.” Leaning over, she kissed his cheek, stroking his beard with her thumbs. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t. In theory, having a kid with you is fantastic, but that theory is when we’ve been together a little longer and we’re not on the run, drinking too much – and for me not on Oxy either – you know, everything that we have standing against this being anything resembling a good idea. Except, it’s too late, isn’t it? Fourteen weeks, it’s too late. Or is it?”
His words gave voice to everything up in her head, all her worries and wonderings, everything that, as he had stated, stood against them.
“I don’t even think I could, get a termination. It’s not allowed in Nigeria by law unless the pregnancy meant my life was in danger. I can likely wager most surrounding African countries are the same also. Unless we flew somewhere, but then we’d be able to be tracked and we have to stay under the radar.” Resting her head in her hands, she folded, feeling so daunted that much to her own shock, she began to cry. Teary reactions and Liliya did not go hand in hand.
“Come here, come on.” Lifting her onto his lap, he wrapped her in a hug as she cried against his neck.
“Stupid fucking hormones!”
“Well, this explains why you’ve been a little more difficult than usual, starting stupid arguments with me like you were doing when we were crossing over here, and having the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old bloke, too,” he pointed out, laughing a little.
“It’s not funny, do not laugh! Also, I always have the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old boy.”
“If I don’t, I’ll be fuckin’ crying too, baby. Shit. We’re stuck.” He lay back, taking her with him, both of them having no idea how to move forward. They truly were stuck. Taking out her phone, she did a little research, seeing that fourteen weeks was still within the parameters for abortion, although it would be considered late from her sixteenth week.
“Our best bet would be to travel to South Africa, since it’s legal there. Few countries here do the procedure legally, I think Mozambique would be our next other nearest. Both are far, though.” Placing her phone down, she curled into him, his hand stroking her lower back soothing when inside, she felt tumultuous.
“If we weren’t on the run, say by some miracle we were already in London, ozenium delivered to Dr Cazares, Global no longer actively pursuing us, would you feel differently?” It was a very valid question.
“I think I would. I’d still be daunted by it, purely because we’ve only been together for three months. It’s so soon to bring a child into the picture. I cannot deny, though. Deep down, under everything within me that has been thrown into blind panic at this news, there’s a little part of me that’s so happy.”
“Me, too,” he shared, stroking her hair and kissing her head. “Not that me and fatherhood particularly go hand in hand. I was lousy at it last time round, ultimately.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance. Am I really mother material? I think I’m the furthest thing from it,” she snorted.
“We’ve got a lot to think about, don’t we? As for whether you’re mother material, the way you were with Ayo’s kids the first night we arrived shows that you are. You were great with them. Everything else you learn as you go along.”
“How do we still continue to work?”
“Take it in turns. One heads off back to this life, the other stays home with the baby.”
“Where would home be?”
“Pass. That’s a question for later.”
“I need a drink.”
“I can’t have one, though. You know, with the issue of what’s causing me to swell.”
“I thought you were just getting a bit chunky, you know. Also, yes you can. One small drink on top of what you put away isn’t really going to matter now, is it? Did the doctor say it was okay, by the way, in regards to that?”
“I didn’t tell him that I’m an alcoholic, but even still, he couldn’t tell much without a blood test. It’s a good size and the heartbeat is strong, apparently. That’s why I can’t have a drink, either. I heard the heartbeat. I can’t do it, no matter that we aren’t decided. It isn’t right. I feel so guilty, making the poor little thing swim in booze soup.”
Reaching under her chin, he lifted her head, kissing the tip of her nose. “You ask whether you’re mother material. The fact you care enough not to drink when we don’t even know what we’re doing yet proves that you are.”
“It’ll be a miracle if it’s totally healthy.” He couldn’t really refute that, although he remained silent. She didn’t need to hear him confirm that she was likely right. They both lay there silently, stroking one another, with separate maelstroms rolling through their minds over the fact that they, two people so broken down by life, had created a brand new one.
“What do you mean, you thought I was getting chunky?”
“I might have known I wouldn’t get away with that. You never let anything slide,” he commented, laughing a little. Eventually, she did too, both of them realising they had to, save the situation completely overwhelming you. “I like it anyway, your little belly. There’s a part of me that likes it even more, knowing my baby is in there.”
Reaching between them, he rested a hand to her little swelling, sighing and kissing her forehead. “Are we crazy if we keep it? I mean, I know there’s a certain amount of sanity we both lack as it is, but you know what I mean.”
“Yes, I do. Also, yes, we would be. The thought of getting rid of it, although it seems the most logical, that seems crazy as well. Fuck, I don’t know what to do.” She succumbed to further tears at that point, Tyler holding her tightly as he soothed her, glad to realise after about twenty minutes, she’d fallen asleep.
Leaving her to it, he got up and went to walk the perimeter of Ayo’s home, heading near to where the gates were, touring the fence line while looking out over the arid landscape, dust dulling his boots. He paused by a pile of large sandstone blocks from an abandoned building project, sitting down atop them while his eyes narrowed, watching a herd of buffalo run along in the distance.
He felt envious of them, even though their lives had the ever-present threat of lions looming, it seemed preferable to what he was facing at that moment. Maybe it was their freedom he envied, how they’d instinctively move onto pastures greener when needed, their migrating habits dictating they left behind all which no longer served them.
He knew it was the flight instinct within him tugging, gnawing away at him to flee, but he was resolute. He’d never abandon someone who needed him again. He would not leave Liliya alone with this weight around her neck. That man had died when she’d made him face up to his past and begin to heal from it.
If they did decide to go ahead with the pregnancy, he knew that healing had to be kicked into the kind of gear which meant he’d no longer be able to depend on alcohol and Oxycontin in order to function, to subdue his PTSD and sleep at night without being haunted by his dreams. He had no choice; another child meant he had to screw his head on right.
There’d be no margin for error. He wouldn’t be an addict and a father.
Would he actually be a father again, though? Was the time right? It would take much more of that very thing, time, for them to reach a decision. Unluckily, it was the one thing they truly didn’t have much of either.
He’s iron hard within your molten core, piledriving your slick with lethal intent, ferociously aroused. Your skin smacks together, his grunts peppering the air, drowning out the soft little cries you emit in response to this, a full-on attack to your insides.
He told you this was what he intended, to give you a fucking worthy of rearranging your guts as soon as he awoke, nudging your back with the enormous erection now pleasuring you with rapid strokes.
Pleasure skitters through you, sparkling your veins as he continues to thrust wildly, one hand clutching your waist, the other fisted in your hair, pulling your head back, a clear display of dominance. You’re saturated around him, so wet he can barely keep inside you, your cunt so aqueous, you’ve dripped onto the bed beneath.
“Oh god, Chris! Fuck, you’re going to go through me!” you cry, your man still moving like a jackhammer within you, his deep, rumbling laugh filling the room.
“Was that a complaint?”
“Of course not!”
He grins, amused as his hand comes down to spank you. “I didn’t think so.”
Each speedily delivered thrust has you sparking, your walls clenching around the thick heat driving into you rapaciously, his cock pumping your release into you strongly, the waves beautiful as you shatter for him, hands gripping the bedclothes beneath. He lets you cool down, slowing within you, enjoying the way your slick muscles feel as they flutter around him.
Once you’ve caught your breath, he’s all barbarous frenzy once again, invading your squelching heat with ruinous intent. Sweat mists your both, gilded by the morning sun filling your bedroom, you getting the most delicious view of that when he withdraws to throw you onto your back, grabbing your legs at the ankles and holding them high and wide before plunging back into your syrupy centre.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He compliments you, leaning down to kiss your plump lips before sitting back on his heels once again, driving himself into you wildly, watching his slick cock enter and retreat from you intently.
You provide even more of a visual show for him by reaching down to begin rubbing your hardened clit, biting your lower lip and moaning, his hips rutting against you fiercely as he groans so deeply, it sounds like thunder.
He then slows suddenly, dragging his cock languidly, making you glimmer, leaning down to kiss you once again as he takes the weight onto his elbows, everything slow, deep and hard.
“You are so damn amazing. How can... ahh! One man be so fucking... oh fuck, right there... be so good at sex?” You stammer, a slight rotation of his hips making his cock hit spots you never knew existed.
“Lots of practice.” You can certainly bet that’s true, with a man as good looking at him, he’s bound to have a wealth of satisfied woman behind him. You’re the only one he wants now though, his gorgeous little honey who he’s always at his happiest when he’s inside of, hearing your soft moans, the way your petal soft flesh feels against him, the scent of your hair, the taste of your cunt, you drive him utterly wild with desire.
Wild is how the pace picks back up again, Chris flattening you to the bed and driving into you like a piston, pinning your arms above your head as he fucks your release into you, hot and consuming, the bliss throbbing through your aching loins, spilling himself into you deeply.
You lie still in the aftermath, his cock twitching within your spasming walls, stroking one another idly as you share soft kisses. If there’s anything waking up at 6am for, it’s most definitely that.
What’s Mine is Mine - A Thor/Reader One Shot Story.
It’s finally here, Dom!Thor! I hope everyone enjoys :) It’s kinda epic in length too, for what was meant to perhaps only be a drabble, hahahaha! You know what happens to you gal here when she gets her narrative flow on!
Word count - 3,291
Warnings - 18+, SMUT. Dom!Thor
Taglist - @katie007123
(Seeing if this layout words for the tag list actually notifying people! It did last time, so let me know, gang!)
You can feel his eyes practically burning a hole in the back of your head from across the store as you talk to the sales rep, the man in front of you only being friendly and engaging in a little harmless flirting.
Of course, it helps secure the sale and you being you, polite, you indulge him, not rebuffing his little comments or hand gestures, finding excuses to emphasise a point by touching your arm. He might be a good thirty feet from you, but you swear, for a moment, you think you hear Thor positively growl with displeasure.
“These are all the accessories that it comes with as standard, but if you were to buy this today, I could throw in these different lenses for about a third less than you’d pay for them should you return to the store at a later date.”
The salesman was efficient in his repertoire, offering more for (allegedly) less in order to garner a tidy little amount of commission, again with the flirty gestures, not realising with every time he touched your arm, he made the huge man at the door bubble further into the realms of rage.
“Honestly, it’s just the camera I’d like. I have the lenses already,” you say firmly, of course having such a long-standing hobby as photography, you don’t need to re-purchase the entire kit and caboodle just because of a sadly unrepairable accident to one of your current cameras.
He smiles at your reply, resigned to a lower monetary return, but not perhaps gaining something else from your visit to the store. “So, let me just ring all this up for you, and may I ask, if you’re single, can I get your number?”
That’s the moment you’re aware of a rapidly moving, large presence, whether he lip read it, strained his ears or picked up on the request by some other means, you don’t know, but it was those words which finally tipped Thor to boil over.
“The lady isn’t single. Back down, boy.”
You watch with slight embarrassment as the man behind the counter visibly shrinks in the presence of your towering, glowering lover, Thor taking your hand and escorting you from the store. “Thor, I need to pay for my...” is as far as he lets you get in your protest.
“You need to come with me and be quiet. It would appear I must remind you of a few things, little doe.” He calls you that because of your eyes, big and doe like, shining and innocent, framed with the longest, silkiest lashes he’s ever beheld.
In this instance, they glint as if your doe is trapped within the beam of his headlights, waiting for the impact, wondering exactly how he will remind you. You might feel nerves at stoking his jealous ire, but deep down, a slither of excitement ripples through you. His reminders are always delivered so deliciously, after all.
“Thor, can we talk...”
“Not another word. You’ll be silent until you’re spoken to.” The drive home is uncomfortable, to say the least, Thor radiating covetousness for the duration of the journey. Once you arrive, you get out of the car, making your way to the front door when suddenly, you find yourself scooped up and thrown over the broad shoulder of the disgruntled Asgardian, beginning to protest.
“I told you," he begins, hand spanking your bum firmly. “Not another word until you’re spoken to. You can also have a few more of these, too. Your penance for allowing him to touch you, no matter how briefly, and to flirt with what is mine. You are a bad girl.” Again, his hand meets your rump, a few more spanks administered, your flesh stinging beneath your clothes. What if the neighbours see? How your cheeks flush crimson at the thought of there being witnesses to your spanking.
You’re carried indoors and straight up the stairs, into the bedroom, Thor placing you down and closing the door, his imposing body corralling you back, until you’re pushed against the hard, cool wood, his size imposing, overbearing...and dangerously erotic.
You know what’s coming, now. The questions that will demand the correct answers, Thor closing the space between you, blue eyes, darkened inky navy from anger, like a stormy sky he could command and conjure, fixing upon you in a predatory stare.
Reaching to your face, he lifts your chin, tilting your head back, exposing your throat to him. Leaning close, he inhales your scent, his beard scratching you, his lips teasing the faintest of tickles against your ear, his lips parting to speak.
“Who do you belong to, little doe?”
“That’s right. Every last inch of you is mine, for me to enjoy, to shower in pleasure, to claim again and again. Who doesn’t get any of that, and never shall?”
“The guy in the store.” Just the mention of him causes a thunderous growl to rumble his throat.
“Good, that’s correct. And now, to claim all that is mine, over and over, until you can still feel me within you even when I have retreated. Are you ready for me, little doe?”
As soon as the words leaves your lips, his press to yours, a kiss of dominant hunger, claiming you, his hands taking your shirt and ripping it open, the fastening of your bra meeting the same fate as he tears them from your body.
Pushing a thigh between your legs, his fingers trailing in a titillating patter over your collarbones and down your chest, he imposes himself, rubbing that solid thigh against your sex while using it to lever your legs apart, making you whimper against his mouth. As soon as his explorative fingers reach your nipples, your body jolts, soft pink hardening to his expert touch, Thor lifting you up.
You wrap your legs around him, his arms securing you at your back, mouth closing over each stiffened pebble, groaning gruffly as he places you down on the bed. He bears down against you, the heat of his stiffness pressing deliciously against your cunt, grinding himself against you, that solid mass of thick cock teasing you through the thin fabric of your leggings.
“Do you hunger for it, little doe? Every last inch of my cock spearing into you?”
You twist beneath him, seeking more purchase when he moves himself away, pulling himself out of his clothes. “Is this what you need?” he whispers, his deep voice sinfully erotic, eyes locked on yours as his hand strokes his thick shaft.
“Please, Thor. Claim me.” You beg, his hands roughly tugging your leggings, peeling them and your underwear away, rendering you naked against him as his mouth crashes to yours in a heated kiss, panting as your tongues battle.
“I shall, but will my mouth first.” Excitement flashes through your eyes as you state into his, pupils blown and inky, your hands stroking his beard as you kiss him wantonly again.
“Remind me, how I’m yours. Eat me alive, ruin me with your tongue,” you demand lightly, knowing such is stoking the fires within him.
“Don’t I always, my beauty?” Parting your thighs, he pushes you back on the bed, mouth pressing to your sternum, hands delighting your skin as they stroke down your sides, making you feel tiny and helpless beneath him. “All mine. Every last inch. Now, to decide whether to leave you free, or fasten you down while I feast upon you.”
Something dangerous flashes through his eyes as he considered his options, that rogue desire to have you completely at his mercy, Thor sliding from the bed and reaching beneath, fetching to two coils of soft, black nylon rope beneath. “I think I want you tied. Spread your arms and legs.”
Immediately, you curl your legs beneath you, looking defiant.
“Oh no, now is no time to be a brat. Spread.”
“Make me.” Your words dagger right to his loins, Thor grabbing your ankles and pulling them out from under you, only for you to misbehave once more and resume your position with a smug giggle. His face darkens immediately, hand clutching at your throat.
“You will do as you’re told, or I shall make you wait to feel this...” He begins, his tongue then swiping up the column of your throat in a slow glide, hand then pressing against your soaking velvet folds... “right here. I will tease you until you’re unhinged. Now, do you want to be a good little doe, or must you be punished?”
“I think I’ll be good.” Spreading your legs for each loop, he threads them around your ankles, tightening them while giving you a look that is one hundred percent predatory, leaning in close to kiss you, teeth nipping your cupid’s bow.
“A wise decision.” He finally tells you, moving to then tie each end of the long rope in a series of knots, fastening you to the bedposts. “Arms.”
Immediately you assume, all four of your limbs now spread for him, his big arms flexing, making a sight for your eyes as you watch him bind each arm to the other bedposts, muscles cording, face set in concentration.
He moves back to you, settling between your legs, blanketing your softness with all that is hard and powerful, ghosting your mouth with the promise of his lips, pulling away to plant hot kisses over your breasts, kisses that descend, his mouth opening, leaving wet smacks over your flesh until he reaches your...
“Oh, oh.” That first caress of his tongue, gliding over your exposed pink, makes you squirm against your bindings, a soft gasp fluttering from your lips. The rope creaks as you grasp and pull, your hands winding around it as the firm drag of his tongue over your heat has you squirming against his mouth.
Contrary to his usual repertoire, though, he begins to back off a little, using less pressure, his mouth abandoning your folds entirely as he licks a line up your inner thigh, watching you intently as you pout. “This was all about claiming and reminding, but perhaps I was too hasty. Maybe you should be reprimanded. After all, you did nothing to stop that man from amusing himself with you.”
“I’m already tied though,” you tell him innocently, Thor chuckling deeply.
“Oh, little doe. This innocence is surely feigned, for you know well everything else I can do besides restrain you.” That deep, rumbling voice makes your skin prickle, your nipples hardening in response as you remember exactly what else he’s capable of. “I suppose I still could claim and remind, but also forgo such over certain areas, until you beg me to pay them attention.”
He spreads kisses down your thigh again, mouth ghosting your sex before those open-mouthed kisses press to your abdomen and up, a hotly planted trail reaching across your chest but leaving your aching nipples, tongue swirling over your skin.
By tasting you thoroughly, he succeeds in sating himself with each lick, but leaves you hungering for more. His intention, of course. His mouth reaches your arms, kissing, licking, gently nibbling every last part of you from shoulder to wrist, making you thrum strongly. Who’d have thought the inner elbow could turn out to be such an erogenous zone?
You’re practically a puddle before him by the time he finishes turning his attentions to your other arm, mouth settling at your neck, groaning against your ear, a deep, faint gruff that makes your cunt clench with want. Again, his mouth descends your feverish body, fingertips pattering, stroking your parted thighs as he views your dripping sex, glistening for him. The sight makes his cock throb, yet he does nothing more than exhale a hot breath across your aching folds, his mouth then descending your legs in turn.
“Please, Thor,” you croak, aroused beyond comprehension.
“Does my doe beg?”
“I do! I’m begging you, please touch me,” you pant, your body shuddering with the need for gratification.
“I’ve been touching you plenty, my love.”
“You know what I mean!” Your wail is desperate and pleading, your giant lover chuckling at your anguish.
“Where? Where do you want me to touch you? Here?” Twirling your hardened nipples just once in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers, you spasm at the contact, one hand slowly trailing down over your hot skin, his thumb taking a swipe through your folds, barely catching your clit. “Or here, perhaps?”
“There! Please, right there?”
“Here?” Once again, his thumb hovers over your bundle, threatening to stroke, touching faintly.
“Please!” You cry, his mouth spreading a wide grin across his face.
“Are you sure?” You’re out of your mind at this point, body tensing as you struggle against your bindings, incandescent that he could find such amusement in your sexual anguish. “Would here not be worthy of my touch also?” Pushing his finger inside your molten slick, your clench strongly with a shrill cry, his finger hooking, stroking you firmly, but lamentably only once before he retreats.
“Ahhh, you are greedy this afternoon, little doe.”
“Please, Thor. I’ve begged, I’ve been good. I’m all yours, completely and utterly, all of me is for you and never, ever shall be for anyone else,” you begin, your desperation still amusing to him. “Besides, no one else could ever pleasure me in quite the same way that you do. No one upon this earth possesses such talent.”
It’s the ace up your sleeve you knew would work upon him, appealing to his ego, hearing you flatter his prowess.
“No, you are quite right, they do not. Also, I think I have made you long for me enough. Besides, it isn’t like I haven’t been dying to properly bury my mouth against your womanhood and utterly devour you with my tongue.” Just the promise of it makes you flush, Thor kissing you to complete burning ignition, sliding back down the bed before finally, you feel the heat of his mouth press against your folds.
Your body practically convulses against your rope restraints, his tongue taking a firm swipe over your clit, the tiny little bud bouncing against it as it begins to harden. “So pretty, spread wide, just for me.” Your eyes roll back as he begins to quicken his licks, bathing your bundle in fast moving heat, his large hands gripping your hips firmly.
You are devoured entirely by his insatiable mouth, sucked upon with eager aplomb, his beard prickling your dewy folds as he groans, the noise like chains being dragged over rocks, so deep and carnivorous. That groan could see you to cresting alone, you often think.
When his fingers slip within your gushing, glistening heat, you elevate elegantly, your back arching like a bridge. Fierce heat prickles from his inquisitive fingertips, your body pushing against his hand, Thor having to press your body back down to the bed once more and hold you there, fighting against the luminosity of your arousal. With his strength, it isn’t much of a fight. He pins you beneath the press of one hand with ease.
You’re lit up and keening against him, sparks glimmering through you, your fingers curling around the ropes and gripping hard as your twitch and purl against his hungry mouth, your lover eating your cunt with ravenous intent. His fingers drive into the clutch of your heat, your pillowy insides flexing around them as his tongue continues to lash wildly over your bud, invoking your undoing rapidly.
With a whimper, your sun begins to blaze over his horizon, the warmth making your entire body glow as you shatter against his ministrations, gasping for air, only mildly aware of your bindings being undone, all but one wrist. Lifting your post-orgasmic, trembling body, Thor places you against the last bedpost you’re tied to, moving the rope up as he lifts your arm above your head, binding your other one to it with a series of pretty and intricate knots.
Bracketing your waist with his hands, he lifts you above his thighs, aligning your dewy centre with the thick, aching head of his cock, lowering you to him, groaning with desire as your aqueous velvet swallows him whole.
Your slick muscles hug his hefty shaft with greed, Thor transfixed by the sight of you rolling against him languidly, his breath hitching in his throat preceding the most guttural of groans. In making you wait, he denied himself, of course.
Rocking languidly against one another, your bodies establish a steady rhythm, his lips meeting yours in a kiss borne of urgency. An erotic flush sweeps over you, the intimacy of the moment utterly consuming.
You’re soft and wet around all that is hard, his cock dragging sparks against your walls as his kisses reach your neck, your head tipping back to reveal your throat to him, all nipping teeth and sumptuously placed swirls of his tongue. It’s slow, gratifying, sumptuous sex, no rush upon the horizon, no hurry, just the languid heat shared between you and your hulking god.
The way you move upon him has his luminous eyes utterly transfixed, the serpentine dance of your womanly curves a lustrous feast for his senses, dipping his head to kiss your breasts attentively, sucking on your nipples ravenously as you arch against him. “How are you enjoying it, claiming all is yours?” you whisper, your eyes glittering at him.
“I’m in no rush to cease, let’s put it that way.” You jolt at his teeth clamping onto your nipple, the bud sliding slowly from between them before he bites again, hips beginning to undulate a little quicker beneath you, his cock spearing your plush deeper. Reaching between you, his fingertips locate your clit, stroking a soft, tight circle, feeling it harden against his touch as you whine, Thor evoking nothing short of ecstasy within you.
“Come on, my love. Come apart for me, get my cock even wetter than it is.” Those words dagger to your insides, his fingers relentless as his thrusts speed up, filling and emptying you with determination, heat prickling your spine before the fire roars through you, your body stiffening as you ascend, tipping into divinity, rendered fluid and soft in the wake of your undoing. “I’m sure you have another for me.”
You whimper a little at these words, your sensitivity raked against as he plunges his thickness within you once more, lewd noises filling the air, your cunt utterly saturating his shaft as he pounds into you with deviant ferocity. Once more, you begin to ascend, intense pleasure welling before skittering through you, your voice breaking apart as you cum for him again, Thor’s mouth upon yours in the aftermath, kissing the sweet curses from your lips.
“Do you have more, love?”
“Why don’t you untie me and find out?”
Now, there was a proposition if ever he heard one. He unfastens your bindings and lets you push him back, pulling his legs up behind you as you begin to rock against his steely manhood. Little twinges of pain meeting the pleasure, the knife edge you jockey as you ride him utterly scintillating.
“I think it’s my turn for some reminders now,” you state breathlessly, Thor raising an eyebrow inquiringly.
“How you are the only man I will ever want, that you are everything and beyond to me, my best friend, the greatest lover I have ever known, my absolute everything.”
He smiles at your words, pulling you down to his level and kissing you. “Then I feel it is wise for you to remind me for the remainder of the day. In case I forget again.”
After the night you give him, he isn’t likely to forget in a hurry.
Yourself and Thor had been dating for around two years and he was constantly going between Midgard and Asgard which was starting to impact your relationship as you both felt like you hardly saw one another.
Thor’s brilliant idea was to bring you to Asgard when he next went as he was convinced that the both of you would get married and that he would make you the Queen of Asgard.
“My love I’m needed back home urgently and I believe you agreed to come with me the next time I went.” Thor said with a smile as he knew you wouldn’t break your promise. “Well darling it’s a good thing Stark doesn’t need me this weekend.” You said whilst placing a kiss on your lovers forehead.
The next morning Thor was fast too wake you up so you could get ready for your trip to Asgard. “There’s no reason to pack my lady we’re going to be putting you in the finest Asgardian leather.” He told you as he pulled you into a loving embrace.
Thor summoned the Bifrost and soon enough the both of you were in Asgard which was beautiful. “Thor this is beautiful. How did you get bored growing up here?” You asked the God with genuine curiosity. “It wasn’t that I got bored it was that I was stressed. My father was always training us to become the rulers of Asgard and it quickly began to cause tension between Loki and I. Which you’ll see tonight.” The God told you.
Once the both of you were settled in and wearing the proper attire you headed off for your first Asgardian dinner with Thor’s family.
“So where did you meet my darling brother?” Loki asked with an underlying tone of disgust. “Well, I work for Tony Stark so whenever the Avengers mess up I’m the one who helps to make it right.” You told the dark haired God. Thor placed his hand over you thigh to reassure you that he was with you.
“Son, when do you plan on coming back to Asgard to rule and protect the nine realms?” Odin asked “Well father that’s actually why I’m here. I wanted to ask my lady a question...” The God trailed off making you nervous. “I’ve always told you I planned to make you my Queen. So will you marry me?” He asked with a smile.
Once you said yes and the news spread throughout the Kingdom you found yourself being congratulated everywhere you went.
“One day the two of us will be the rulers of this place my lady and we will protect everyone together.” Thor said with a glint of excitement in his eyes. “We will rule fairly and we will make sure Loki is included in the decisions that are made on behalf of Asgard.” You told your lover as you understood his brother just wanted to be included in the ruling of Asgard.
As you took in your surroundings and the beauty of Asgard you saw a flash of green in the corner of you eyes. Which meant Loki heard your plan to rule together.
It’s safe to say your first trip to Asgard went well and that you were defiantly welcomed.
One word, delivered firmly by the object of your desire after he’s followed you along the narrow hallway leading to the bar’s restrooms. One word is all it takes to turn your insides to wildfire.
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no, you don’t get to give me the kind of looks you’ve been giving me all evening and then walk away in here without me.”
“Whether I want you or not, it would seem,” you can’t help but tease, watching him as he raises his eyebrows, approaching you slowly, leaning in close to your ear.
“We both know you want me.”
The energy between you crackles, the spark ignited as you stare at once another intensely for all of two seconds, your mouths meeting in a hungry clash. It might not be the most ideal of places, Chris taking your hands and breaking your kiss for long enough to drag you backwards, checking the way is clear before pulling you into the restrooms, corralling you into the free stall.
“I might know you want me, but fuck, baby, you have no idea how much I want you,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours.
“I think I might have some inclining.” He croaks out a husky laugh as your hand presses to his erection. “Is this for me, hmm?”
“Oh yeah. Every last inch.”
Your kisses are consuming, urgent, borne of the fire stirred within as you grapple with his belt, his short beard scratching at your lips, his teeth crushing against your tongue as you free his cock, squeezing it as he lifts you.
Yanking your undies aside, with a simple drop, he impales you on that hot, thick hardness, filling you deeply, his hands clasping your thighs as he holds you, spread wide, hips driving against you like a piston from the get go.
He’s uncontained within you, his cock arrowing into you so deeply you can’t help wail, his mouth silencing you with another molten kiss, your breaths ragged as your chests heave in exertion.
Your hips roll deliciously against each of his upward thrusts, ensnaring his slippery length, reaching up to the stall he fucks you against and clinging onto the partition, your legs tightening around his waist. Oh, what this man ignites within you. Your connection burns brighter than anything you’ve ever known
The pleasure begins to wind tightly in your core, coiling as you clench around him, his cock driving into you harder to overcome that slick grip around his length, mouth at your neck as he pants raggedly, those moans...deep, barbarous, all alpha. Just like him.
It’s uncontained, feral passion, his huge, hard body shunting against yours deliciously, his very size so overpowering, mouth returning to yours in a kiss that is all unbridled want. He feels impossibly heavy within, your dewy little hole stretched to capacity around the furiously delivered intrusion of girthy heat.
The way he looks at you too, while voraciously ploughing into you, you could drown in that look, the intensity unmatched, the way his eyes look inky blue, darkened with all the lust you’ve stirred with him, his heart hammering against your breast as his teeth nip at your jaw, neck, and clavicles, arousal fogging his mind as your body is battered against the partition.
The frenzy takes over, both of you now uncaring about being heard, groaning loudly as your bodies flush with fever, coiling tighter, glowing brighter, his hips driving against you like a machine as the pleasure snaps and he loses himself to your fluttering warmth, soaking wet sparks dragging from you as he releases his load, gripped by the jaws of nirvana.
As far as date night’s go, being fucked in the restroom after teasing him with sensual glances for the last two hours, is a pretty good way to round it off.
thor and yourself were close and the team could tell that the pair of you had feelings for one another that you had never been able to express. When an unexpected guest arrives home with thor is seems as though he’s forgotten about you
after a hectic week of missions tony suggests a trip to the beach in which you show thor how to enjoy the sand and salt water
Sooooooo I've spoken to @mostly-marvel-musings about making my own version of the Thor and Chris Man-sandwich. Her fic was soooo good it inspired me and I cannot get the concept out of my head. You can read @mostly-marvel-musings fic here. 😍😍😍
I have a completely different concept in mind with the two gorgeous sex gods!
Tagging you guys too @darklydeliciousdesires @skyfullofsong123
"I told you I'd make you cum in your pants didn't I?" He leans back on his heels looking proud of himself. Admiring his handiwork. Your legs relaxing, leaving you quivering on the mat in front of him.
"You're not finished yet." You say breathlessly after taking a moment to compose yourself. You give your hand to him so he can pull you up, your legs still shaky, pretending not to notice his arms bulging. Can't polish his ego too much can you?
Before you make it to the house he stops you, pulling you back by your hand and into his hard, sticky chest. Looking up at him through your lashes, his huge stature towering over you. Seeing him this close you realise how tall he really is and wide, his shoulders so thick. The muscles so prominent it makes you feel weak.
You suddenly feel shy, like you haven't just been shamelessly flirting and practically fucking right in the middle of your lawn. The manliness that oozing from him makes your shy, girly nature take over. The dominance of his aura completely outweighing yours and you wouldn't have it any other way. You're not going to fight him for it, you are quite happy for him to wear the trousers. Actually no you're not, you'd rather have him completely naked.
Chris picks you up by your ass, squeezing your cheeks playfully and plants you down on the outdoor table on your patio. Tugging at the waistband of your tight yoga pants until you get the hint and lean back on your hands. Watching him pulling down your pants an inch and realising you're wearing nothing underneath. He has to stop a minute to gather his thoughts, biting his fist, his cock twitching.
"Fuck, if I'd have known you weren't wearing underwear we wouldn't have made it this far. I'd have fucked you right there on the grass." He can't resist reaching his hands into the gap above your pants, teasing your slit with his index and middle finger while his thumb rubs expertly at your clit. No fumbling, no searching just straight to your bundle of nerves like some sort of clit master.
The animalistic nature takes over him and he pulls your pants off in one tug, almost pulling you off of the table. Your adrenaline spiking at the thrill of having those enormous hands gripping at your thighs, pulling them apart. Spreading them wide, wide enough for him to stand in-between. The swell of his cock pressing against your burning heat, soaking his shorts in your juices.
Bruise like Imprints left on your thighs from the tight grip of his restraint, when he lets go and caresses your face gently. The change in pressure making you moan into his mouth as his lips finally find yours. His tongue fighting yours for dominance and winning, letting him take control of your mouth. Letting his tongue massage yours in the most delicious way possible, his teeth hanging on to your bottom lip and pulling gently. A smile appearing on his lips at the way you moan for him.
You whine when he pulls away from you, reaching out for him as he begins to kneel before you. Your hands fall by your sides, gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white as his tongue meets your slick folds. Holding your legs open by the knees as his thick tongue laps at your wetness, his thumb pulling back the hood to expose your clit to the tip of his tongue. Your body convulsing around him as he continues lapping and circling. Screaming with pleasure when his thumb increases the pressure on your swollen clit and your pussy clenches around his thick digits. Curling them upwards to find your spot, stroking it gently with the pads of his fingers until your pussy pulses with release, dripping over his fingers. Smiling hungrily, as he watches you coming undone, his fingers savagely fucking you while you ride out your orgasm. Another one building immediately, writhing with sensitivity as he continues stroking your walls, hitting your spot repeatedly. All the while staring into your eyes with lust, waiting eagerly for you cum for him again. The look in his eyes is too much, a gutteral moan leave your lips as the gripping sensation rises through you, gushing all over him once more.
"Fuck." He groans, his teeth gritted with arousal. His cock straining against the fabric of his shorts as he stands, gripping your ass in the palm of his hands and pulling you into his stomach. Lifting you from the table and back towards the house. You wrap your legs around his back, eyes blown with arousal. Desperate for more, longing to feel his thick cock stretching your walls.
Your back presses against the wall with need, all sense of restraint forgotten as his hands explore your body. One hand gripping your ass as the other tugs at your sports bra, the tight fabric clinging to your skin. He grunts with frustration like a wild animal, biting at your bottom lip. Your mind is swimming with lust, coherence fading fast.
"Take it off." He demands, his forehead resting against yours, panting heavily against each other. Holding your body up while you pull the bra from your head, his eyes alighting when he see your tits bounce free. Bending his neck to take a nipple between his lip and bottom teeth, biting gently until they harden beneath him. Biting and sucking, grasping your breast in his hand, thrusting his hips into your wanting pussy.
You reach down between you, cupping your hands against his bulging cock. "Take it off." You repeat his words to him making him groan, immediately dropping your unstable legs to the floor. Pulling his shorts off with desperate need, your eyes widening when you see the girth of his long, smooth cock.
He wastes no time picking you back up again, straightening your back against the wall while he guides his throbbing cock to your entrance. Gathering your slick on his length making you writhe with need. The tip pressing against your opening, teasing. He gives you an inch, only an inch and watches your face contort as you arch your back away from the wall. Pushing yourself onto his cock, desperate for more, frowning like a brat.
Finally he gives you what you want, easing in his full length until he's balls deep. Moaning loudly at the feel of his girthy cock stretching your walls completely, moulding around his length perfectly. Then he's slamming into you with full force, your head banging against the wall with every thrust. Fingernails digging into your ass cheeks while he grips on to them tightly, holding you up, pulling you back, pushing you forward. You were like his ragdoll, the way he handled you and you were loving every minute of it. You always knew, with those muscles he'd be able to throw you around the bedroom.
You're both panting so heavily, your hands desperately clinging to his shoulders, nails breaking skin. You're almost beyond your limits of arousal, you don't think you've ever felt this amount of pleasure all at the same time. Your pussy pulsing, twitching around his cock. Your third orgasm about to erupt and Chris doesn't even look like he's even nearly ready to cum yet.
You come apart around his cock, your body languid and spent when he pulls out, admiring your juice plastered on his length before pulling you over to your kitchen table. Pressing you gently down and spreading your legs apart quickly, a look of anguish on his face, the need to cum becoming too much for him. Your body is like liquid, your muscles loose, your mind empty.
A sharp slap to the ass awakens your senses, a new found need sparking through your veins as your pussy clenches. Your clit swollen and sensitive when he spanks you again and catches it with his fingers. Desire pooling down your legs.
"Touch your toes again baby." Chris leans over and whispers into your ear gruffly. You gather up the last of your strength and follow his command. Folding you in half and lining his cock up again. Both of your bodies covered in sweat, sliding against each other as he thrusts into you vigorously. The tightness almost unbearable, the blood going to your head making the pleasure even more intense. Your ass slapping against his groin making the most delicious sounds. Chris groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he grips on to your hips and finally lets go. Shooting his warm load deep inside of you.
You'rer silent, panting, breathless when he lifts you up and into his arms. A lust filled grin on his face while he holds you against his body, the rhythms of your heart beats in sync.
"If I knew this was the kind of workout you gave I'd have asked for your help alot sooner." You laugh against him, burying your face into his chest.
HI, JUST COMING TO FUCK UP EVERYONE’S AFTERNOON/MORNING/EVENING/DELETE WHERE APPLICABLE WITH THIS.
“Please, Thor. Claim me.” You beg, his hands roughly tugging your leggings, peeling them and your underwear away, rendering you naked against him as his mouth crashes to yours in a heated kiss, panting as your tongues battle.
“I shall, but will my mouth first.” Excitement flashes through your eyes as you stare into his, pupils blown and inky, your hands stroking his beard as you kiss him wantonly again.
“Remind me, how I’m yours. Eat me alive, ruin me with your tongue,” you demand lightly, knowing such is stoking the fires within him.
“Don’t I always, my beauty?” Parting your thighs, he pushes you back on the bed, mouth pressing to your sternum, hands delighting your skin as they stroke down your sides, making you feel tiny and helpless beneath him. “All mine. Every last inch. Now, to decide whether to leave you free, or fasten you down while I feast upon you.”