#thor smut drabble
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pairing ☽˚⁀➷｡ thor odinson x fem!reader
word count ☽˚⁀➷｡ 1,044
summary ☽˚⁀➷｡ after a stressful day, thor takes care of you
warnings ￼☽˚⁀➷｡ anxiety, not feeling good enough, unprotected sex, insecurities, soft thor, intimacy, praise, oral receiving, eye contact, fluff if you squint, reassurance, passionate sex. living in asgard, being a queen, intimacy
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Though it seemed as if the king had most of the duties, as queen it was a lot for you to handle considering the fact that you had no idea what you were doing. He told you that it was probably going to be a lot. you knew that, you knew it would be tough, but you loved that man more than anything, so when he asked you to go back to asgard with him as he served with the title, how could you leave him.
As you walked across the bedroom, rubbing lotion on your arms and hands, you sat on the bed, thinking about everything you did today, it was much more than you had even thought you would do. you taught some of the younger kids some fighting skills, you signed treaties and laws, you even helped plan dinner for the next asgardian festival, but for some reason, you felt like it wasn't enough, like you could do better and it just was all going to go downwards in the end of it.
"There she is." Thor walked into the room, a big smile on his face. He placed a kiss on your forehead before walking to the bathroom. "How was your day my lady." He looked in the mirror trying to freshen himself up, he had a meeting with the council in less than fifteen minutes but anytime he had one, he would check on you, knowing you might be in a deep slumber before he would get back.
"Okay, I guess." you gave him a soft fake smile before, placing your legs on the bed and getting under the sheets, you thought your tone could pass off well enough but he knew you a little too well. your response caused him to look over at you, his eyebrows furrowed together.
"What's wrong y/n" he stopped what he was doing, giving his full attention to you, waiting for a response and when you didn't give him one, he walked to the bed and sat down next to you, asking again. "What's wrong?" His voice is soft as snow.
"I'm not fit to be a queen, I shouldn't have taken this title, I don't know what I'm truly doing." as you rambled on, he took your hands and kissed the knuckles on both sides. "you are fit to be MY queen, no one else's, anyone else doesn't matter..."
You looked at him and sighed softly before placing a hand to his cheek. He smiled at you before pressing a button, waiting for a guard to come. "Tell the council, I have more important matters to tend to tonight, I shall return to next week's meeting." He kept his eyes on yours as he said so.
The guard nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door and once it was closed, he pulled you into him, a deep passionate kiss shared between the two of you, you let your hands tangle in his hair and he let his big arms wrap around you, the feeling was so euphoric, you didn't want anything else, that wasn't until he placed you back on the bed, kissing every inch of your exposed skin, when he reached the bottom of your silk short nightgown he hiked it up, looking you in your eyes as he kissed the top of your right thigh.
As he kissed down both thighs he made sure he kept his eyes on yours, never looking away before opening your legs and pulling off your panties. He kissed your sensitive bud and smiled softly. "You're so gorgeous my love." he placed another kiss on it. "the most amazing queen." and another "no one else is like you." and with that he latched onto you, causing your body to arch off the bed, running a hand through his hair and another grabbing the sheets of the bed, you couldn't take the pleasure he was giving you.
He caught a glimpse of your reaction and let out a soft smirk, his tongue moving fast against you, your chest rising and falling, the moans from your mouth and the smacks from his echoing in the room. he pulled his mouth away and kissed up your body, placing his lips on yours once again as he got himself ready for, all you wanted was to feel him, let him love you so you could love him ten times more.
As he positioned himself, he kept his mouth on yours and as he slid in, he moaned into your mouth, causing you to do the same, his speed started off slow, kissing your forehead, your shoulder, your neck, anywhere he could just to make sure you knew he wanted intimacy. he whispered sweet nothings to you, causing you to feel the pool in your stomach begin to hike up. "Look at me." he said as he placed his forehead on yours. His strokes were slow but deep, painfully slow, but also in the most pleasurable way.
You placed your eyes on him as he continued, he cupped your cheek, the two of you just staring at each other while you felt him deep into you, the only sounds coming out of your mouth being grunts, moans, whimpers, cursed whispers, and each other's names. it wasn't until he spoke up that you realized how close you were to your release. "Let go my queen."
You searched his eyes for signs that he would release with you and he nodded and before you knew it, the two of you let go, the orgasms being the biggest one you felt in a while. he rode out the high, not stopping until he truly felt he was done and once he did he laid down next to you, looking at you while to proceeded to catch your breath. Soon you felt his arms around your body and his lips pressed against your forehead.
"I wouldn't have asked you to come to asgard with me if i didn't think you weren't fit to be queen, you're doing and extraordinary job and i couldn't be prouder." he smiled at you and you smiled back, sleepily before placing a kiss on his lips, soon falling asleep in the arms of your king.
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Mouths, Utterly Incredible.
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!
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pls we need more thor x reader in asgard like “sex on the throne” I loved it <3
His eyes, burning red as you sit back on the throne, your body open for him to see. His hands start with your hair, running his fingers through, wrapping around the strands as he draws you closer, his hot breath on your forehead. You close your eyes as he kisses over your eyes, your cheeks, then finding your lips, his mouth covering yours. You slip your tongue between his lips and enter his mouth, exploring, finding his tongue and catching it. You bite light and draw him in deep, tasting him, his growls of passion heard as you start to suck gently, then stronger as you feel his tongue start to grow, it's length flickering in the back of your throat. You moan deeply as you feel his hands move down your naked body, he covers your breasts as you lift and mold them into hands that suddenly spread out, covering you fully.
His thumb and forefingers manipulating your nipples, rubbing and pinching, they swell, filled with the sensitivity as it heightened as the passion flows over you, the wetness between your legs growing more with each touch, wanting him. Your breath catches and you moan again as you feel his palms change, tiny mouths and tongues frown on each, licking and sucking both nipples as his body changes with his cock being set free. A body changing, made for fulfilling a woman, fulfilling himself. His hands, the mouths on each, engulfing your nipples, sucking and biting both, harder, almost drawing blood. You’re in a frenzy, the feeling of exquisiteness, the ecstasy overcomes you as your legs shudder and you come, soaking the cushion beneath you.
As if knowing, he moves on hand down, covering you, feeling the wetness leak out of your throbbing body, elongating a finger he quickly slips it in and again,you wash over him as you feel his finger growing inside , probing you, the top of the finger having a tongue now, flickering deep inside of you. You scream aloud as you feel that passion overflowing. His one hand still pinching on a nipple, pinching hard, the nipple stretching and swelling, he covers your mouth with his again, cutting off another loud moan, his thumb, covering your swollen clit as he lets small shocks of electricity zap your sensitivity. You cry out from under his lips, violently as a massive climax flows from you, your body trembling hard, you come, flooding over him, drenching him, your hands gripping the arms of the throne that they are bloodless.
Thor quickly moves down and covers you with his mouth, drinking you in, tongue searching, playing with your clit as his finger is still deep inside of you, the tongue there continuing as well. You see the hardness of his cock. “I want to taste you.” You throatly say and suddenly you feel yourself being turned on the throne, your legs thrown open wide over the back of the chair and your head dangling over the bottom. You see Thor in front of your face, reaching out to you. You quickly take your hands and bring him to open your mouth, running your tongue over, then inside, the tip opening enough for you to slip your tongue inside, then with the thrust of his hips, he rams his cock into your mouth, stopping only at the back of your throat.
You swallow greedily and move your head so that he fills you more, sucking his cock with passion and moaning loudly as you feel his mouth again on you. His fingers spreading you open, sucking on your clit with equal passion the using his tongue, enter deeply. It changes, becoming a cock itself as he fucks you with his mouth. You suck harder on him, almost screaming again as you’re being fucked. His hands back on both of your nipples as his lips grab your clit and suck, another climax hits as you feel his come hitting the back of your throat, wave upon wave hits you, your body violently shuddering, neither of you stopping continuing to suck.
He roughly lays you over the side of the throne, entering into you from behind, sliding in noisily as you am slick with nectar, fucking you hard and roughly. His hands covering each breast, the hands still the same then moving to your mouth. You almost faint as you’re being fucked. Your cunt, both equally, both roughly, his mouth now biting and sucking on your neck, his palm biting and sucking your nipple, you are being filled from everywhere and can’t hold any longer.
Your body shaking as a roar escapes his lips, the leech fully emerges, your body feeling as if it is being split in two as you take him all in. You fall back into the ground as the explosion hits, his cock still buried inside you, the massive throbs forcing him to come deep inside of you. You cry out one last time as the last orgasms hit and continue. You’re both spent, both soaked with each other's fluids, he turns your body around to face him as he kisses you deeply and you look into his eyes, running a hand over his face. “My Lord, my body and soul, my love...forever yours…”
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Thor dirty talking but make it sound elegant he got that voice that makes calling me a slut sound like he's reading poetry🌸🌸
"A mortal like you, your delicate body taking the lustful fury of a Thunder God driven mad with passion? always controlling you, always careful not to damage you, always, until I can fuck you with all my power, make you scream as my cock slays you. As my cock ravages you until you beg for mercy.... can you beg for me Y/N?”
Sunddenly, in obedience to the command, Thor flipped you onto your back. Once more his cock ploughed your cunt with no restraint, no hesitation, no gentleness. You felt your orgasm charge forward to meet his new assault; only one man had ever mastered you, and that man was fucking you now. "That's it, you like how your god splits you in two... showing you no mercy... taking my pleasure of you, just to leave you broken... and aching... Cum with me, Y/N... l when you spend, I will fill you with my lightning, fill you with my thunder..." Further words became impossible as you felt yourself crest. You cried out in a gutteral, wordless voice, both a plea and a thanksgiving at the same time. You felt Thor's cock spew his seed inside you, his warmth spreading through your belly.. you came again, convulsing on his cockshaft, milking it of every last drop.
Thor rolled off you, and you collapsed on the ground, sweaty and sore from your satiation. You thought briefly, with a tinge of sadness, of how much more you would enjoy Thor's lovemaking if he was a willing participant, and all the delightful things you could do together. Sighing deeply, You turned to Thor and he began.
"Now sleep, my love... sleep, and remember only in your dreams how no other man can satisfy your lusts but me.... dream, and know that now and forever, you belong to the God of Thunder."
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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨
: ̗̀➛ after a stressful day, thor takes care of you smut
𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
: ̗̀➛ thor shows you how a god pleases his lover smut
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𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬
pairing || thor odinson x plus!size reader
word count || 1,257
summary || thor shows you how a god pleases his lover
warnings || teasing, pussy play, thor being fine as fuck
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His hands run up and down your body, sliding over every curve. His right hand squeezes your thick thighs. Your lips meet in for a fiery, passionate embrace and his hands drop to your shorts. He squeezes your luscious ass and sends smack, you feel that warm throbbing in your midriff bursting into life and grow warm.
You pulled away from him as you smiled. You loved your boyfriend, he always gave the best kisses. They always were so passionate and as if he wouldn't see you again for years. He always made it sure that you knew his kisses had meaning behind them.
As you watched him walk to the bathroom, you grabbed a book you had been meaning to read and turned on the tv, for background noise. You opened the first page and low and behold, behind the frame was Thor, shirtless and walking towards you.
You can feel his breath move to your neck and kiss your ear as he whispers. "Just keep reading your book, I just want to taste you." The sound of his deep manly voice makes your pussy grow wet.
You bite down on your lip and let out a long sigh in answer as a smile spreads across your face. His hand traced a line from your shoulder down your spine, until he reached the clasp of your bra, where he unclasped it.
Your bra falls off of your body. The cold air quickly firming up your nipples to a hard peak. His lips meet them, they grow firmer, almost to the point of pain, and yet, you love every kiss he gives to them. The warmth in your midriff now radiates out to your toes, making you want to curl them. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Now his mouth sucks your nipples. A pant escapes your lips, your back arches slightly, making your pussy ache all the more. You grasp the book hard, turning the page and lick your lips, trying to focus your concentration on the white pages.
His hands now slide down, away from caressing your nipples, down to the top of your shorts where they find and open the bottom. You feel his hands guide your shorts off leaving you in your cotton panties. You try not to let out a whimper of expectancy while his fingers now trace lines on your inner thighs.
His fingers slowly reach the outskirts of your panties and they gently run in circles on top of them, just milimeters above your slit. Your clit tingles as his fingers slowly draw closer to it, the warmth beginning to throb harder and fiercer as his fingers draw ever closer and closer.
You turn the page of your book and push your hips outwards searching for his fingers, longing for him to touch it. He teasingly slides them away and then draws them back. He finally gives in and his fingers glide over the soft material covering your clit, a loud sharp gasp escaping your lips as his fingers cause a lightning bolt of pleasure, which races up through your body. His hands slowly slide up to the top of your panties, reaching the lace at the top and slowly pull them down gently.
You feel your clit get harder and the throbbing intensifies as you know that the pleasure’s not far away. Your dark sensual smell reaches out and fills the air, casting a spell on him to reach down and want to taste you even more than he already does. His fingers now slither to your opening, his fingers once again tease you as they circle around your clit. He sees your wetness glistening in the light, his fingers brush across your clit. Your body shudders as you cover your mouth and close your eyes. His fingers slide over your clit, the ringling throbbing, growing to a new height.
His fingers enter into your flower, you feel your muscles contract and relax on his fingers, the slowly exit your opening. His fingers glisten with your nectar and you peak down, seeing how wet they are due to you being soaked. He tastes your flavor sweet and sour, making his tongue tingle, he moves the book away from your face and offers his fingers to you. You slowly allow his fingers into your mouth,
He removes them from your mouth and gently enters your slit, sliding in and out, your body adapting to everytime they enter. His lips meet your hips, kissing slowly downwards towards your clit. They inch their way closer, his tongue now gently reaches out and reaches your hard clit. The feeling of his beard scratching down your skin, causing you to cover your face with the book, opening your mouth.
He, too, can now feel the throbbing in your clit, his tongue continues to snake its wat in circles over your clit, his lips then leave to gently press themselves over that spot you love, nobody but you knows where. His fingers continue to enter and slide out slowly, gaining speed and then decreasing, making you ache for more. His tongue copying his fingers varies the speed easing you all the more, until every time he slows down, he hears another whimper escape from your lips. Every exhale becomes a pant as he reaches peak speed, but this time you feel a difference. His hand starts off slower than normal and gently increases. His lips are in pressure, causing your back to arch and your hips press into him as his fingers continue to slide in and out.
He can feel your opening pulse and contract on his fingers. His fingers becoming wet with your nectar, his lips press against your pelvic bone just above your clit for the final time. He tentatively kisses a line down. Now his lips press against your clit and suck it, you gasp at the sudden increase in pleasure racing through your body and put your book down closing it. The fingers on his right hand continue to glide in and out of your opening. He replaces his lips with his left hand, changing the pressure, causing your clit to throb faster and it seems to swell even more.
His fingers continue to rub, gaining speed before losing it again. His hand however, never stops, just circling at the perfect pace for teasing; fast enough to drive you insane but not fast enough to drive you over the edge.
This time you feel Thor apply more pressure and rub much faster, his other fingers keep on thrusting into you, pumping in and out. You can feel that warm throbbing build up behind the opening of your pussy, you feel it draw closer and closer.
As Thor continued to rub more vigorously, you can feel the tidal wave of pleasure building, rearing its head. You start riding the pleasure. It breaks the waves of ecstasy rush around your body, making your toes curl. Thunder and dark clouds started to form outside. Your pussy starts contacting and squeezing Thor’s fingers so hard they feel like a vice grip. Your hands start to grip the sheets. Without realizing it, your back arches and you groan out loud, almost a scream.
As you feel the pleasure subside, he looks at you, his charming smirk and attaching his lips to your clit, letting his beard rub against your inner thighs, causing you to lay back, closing your eyes and getting ready to brace yourself for a long night of Thor eating you.
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...I JUST BEGAN WRITING THE THOR DRABBLE.
Equals you like...
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A/N- it's here! Finally 🥵 that Thor and Chris Hemsworth Man-Sandwich I was telling you about, inspired by @mostly-marvel-musings Threesome Fic ⬅️⬅️
Summary- You don't care how or why it's happened but all of your dreams are about to come true when your boyfriend and his alternate universe clone are in the same room together.
Word count- 3,112k
Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X You X Thor
Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut
Posted: 14th June 2021
Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke
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"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.
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MORE HEMSY SMUT DRABBLES? YES. LET’S DO IT.
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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.
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That Hemsy drabble I mentioned? Here, have it early!
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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.
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Us Against the World - Chapter Eighteen.
Well, here are are, people. The end of the story. What was originally only going to be a short series of about eight parts grew a little more than I intended, but I enjoyed writing it and can only hope you all enjoyed reading just as much :)
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Previous chapters - Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen
Walking around her new studio, the smell of fresh, white paint still lingering slightly, Mia smiled to herself as she oversaw the bringing in of furnishings for the space she’d rented. It was perfect, not far from the beach over in Santa Monica, so a reasonable drive of just under an hour to commute to each day.
It had taken some serious TLC, hiring a decorator to come in and paint and then a cleaner to help her with the floors, after she’d hired a sander to strip back the floors and then re-sealed them herself with wax and a layer of matte varnish.
Well, herself wasn’t quite right. A certain large Australian had lent his assistance when home for a few days. The same large Australian who put a cup of takeout coffee in front of her face and kissed her cheek after sneaking up on her.
“It looks great, babe. I’m so proud of you. I get to actually be here for the grand opening too, instead of off filming. I can’t wait,” he told her, looking around, taking it all in.
“That’s if anyone actually shows up.” She sighed and shook her head, turning to smile, attempting to be positive. It was tough, though. Although she’d finally found the confidence to start up on her own and live her life on her terms away from the adult entertainment industry, she was still the victim of a lot of negativities written about her.
She’d had hate pages set up about her, the lesser supportive of Chris’s fans running wild with gossip (all of which untrue) about her, their personal life, her motives for being with him, her former career, everything. Her entire life was a carcass primed for picking by the vultures who swirled around her online, it seemed.
It had gotten so bad that Chris had even stepped in to defend her, posting a video to his Instagram where he’d explained that in the simplest terms, anyone behaving rottenly to the woman he was in love with couldn’t have been much of a true fan of his, asking them to cease their harassment of her when she’d done nothing to deserve it.
He’d also found himself asked more about her in interviews, questions which he happily answered where he usually wouldn’t, wanting to keep his private life as private as he could, all in an effort to boost her, to show people he was utterly crazy about her and no amoiunt of online bile would change that.
Still, it pissed him off that he still received a slew of negativity regarding his relationship with her, people commenting on pictures of him and her together, reposting them with her cut out entirely from photos and videos, prompting him to once retaliate by posting a video to his stories of him repeatedly kissing her cheek while saying ‘Look! You can’t crop her out!’ over and over as she’d giggled.
He wouldn’t usually be bothered, but he saw the toll it took on Mia and hated it, how people wished for her to simply not exist in his life, how their green-eyed jealousy dictated they make as many people as possible believe her to be unsuitable for him and a bad person, all because she used to have sex for a living. Fan girls, he realised, could be the utter worst, and the most outspoken.
For the most part, though, both attempted to do the adult thing and ignore it. ‘It’s us against the world, monkey’ Chris used to often remind her, Mia thanking her stars she’d met someone so supportive of her.
“Erm, what are you doing?” she asked, her overly amorous boyfriend trying to slip his hand into her workout leggings.
“What do you think?”
“I think you're trying to have your way with me when we’re not exactly in the most private of locations for that to happen!” Attempting to wriggle away, she failed, his hand delving further down. “Chris! There’s people right behind us still bringing stuff in!”
“You have a staff room with a lockable door, though.” True, she did.
“I can’t just vanish with you; it’ll look too obvious!”
“I’m not planning on being long.” With the knowledge of exactly what he could do to her in ten minutes, Mia suddenly grinned and had a change of heart, whispering to him to follow her into the staff room in five minutes.
She left him there burning on the promise, heading into the almost empty staff room, seating herself on the solitary table over in the far corner. He didn’t quite leave it five minutes, entering the room and gesturing down to where his cock tented his sweats as he came in, locking the door behind him.
“Yeah, it would have been longer, but you got him all excited.” He told her, advancing on her hungrily, kissing the life out of her as his hands ripped down her top, grasping her amazing boobs as his tongue plunged into her mouth. She was always knocked sideways by the force of his passion for her at times, thrumming with erotic energy as her body woke up to his touch, her nails sliding over his beard and down his neck.
He yanked at her leggings, Mia kicking off her flip flops to assist with their removal before focusing on the hardness pointing right at her through his black sweats. Or at least, she tried to, Chris ducking down and yanking her to the edge of the table, his mouth connecting with her pussy in a strong suck. He groaned around his mouthful of her, her taste as deliciously delectable as ever, her soft, quiet little moans causing his cock to stiffen further.
They had no time for anything but fast paced pleasure, save the guys bringing in the furniture and equipment waiting around for a signature from either of the two absconded people, Mia clutching his head as he ate her rapaciously, feeling her beginning to dampen his tongue.
She felt her slick muscles widening in anticipation of receiving his thick hardness, that girthy cock sliding into her after he’d stood and pulled down his sweats, her legs winding around his waist as he gripped her thighs, utterly railing her against the table, both panting through their noses as their mouths locked together in heated, consuming kisses.
He filled and emptied her at a frenzied pace, mouth moving to her neck, groaning deeply as he covered her flesh in open mouthed kisses. Each hard thrust delivered a burst of ebullient pleasure, her g spot twitching, her nails raking across the back of his neck, Chris picking her up and pressing her against the wall instead when the table began to clatter furiously.
Every inch of him dragged pleasure against her walls, heat skittering up her spine as she wailed, his mouth covering hers to silence her, his fingernails leaving pink crescents in her ass from the force he gripped her with, driving himself into her ferociously.
Their bodies moved together in furious culmination, both coming quietly with a series of stifled groans, glistening and panting in the aftermath as they quickly pulled themselves back into their clothes, Chris giving her a few heated kisses before they left the room, arriving back out to two waiting delivery men who, from the looks on their faces, definitely worked out the cause of their absence.
The next time they were in that space together, it was in the company of all the people who Mia didn’t think would turn up, her grand opening party an absolute success. Chris was glad, as he stood back and watched her mingle, signing people up for classes.
He was so proud of her, watching her natural gregariousness take over, her nerves dissipating when she saw that yes, people truly did want to know who Mia Smith was, what she was all about. ‘RIP, Mia Massacre’ he thought, just as a hand touched his shoulder.
“Gwen, hey!” Welcoming his girlfriend’s mother with a hug, he waved to Phil over her shoulder who was in conversation with Amber, the one person from Mia’s past he was glad had turned up to lend her support. She was a true friend to his girl.
“Hi, handsome. Look at this turnout! I’m so pleased. The day we were both waiting for came a lot sooner than I think either of us anticipated, didn’t it?” she replied, sipping her drink.
“I know, I’m so stoked for her. All she needed was to have a little bit of faith in herself.” Looking over to where she’d just handed out some goodie bags to people who had signed up for a full membership, he caught her eye, winking with a smile.
Looking at both her mom and her love smiling so proudly at her, it made Mia feel enormously lit up inside. She felt like she’d arrived. Of course, she’d been proud of her career before, but she knew she had to make the leap, to be happy, to live life on her terms, to know that the people who loved her the most weren’t scared to death for her because she was making all the wrong decisions purely out of fear.
“Nope, definitely not so scary,” she whispered to herself, taking a cocktail from the tray of one of the wait staff she’d hired to carry around healthy snacks and low-calorie drinks, sipping it as she looked around at all the people there present. All there because of her.
“You did it, muffin,” Cedric spoke at her shoulder, making her jump. She leaned back into his embrace, turning to kiss his cheek as she wound her arm around his shoulders.
“I did, didn’t I?”
“And you have him, too. Absolutely, categorically unfair,” he added with mock drama, nodding in Chris’s direction. “I can’t think of a single person more deserving either. Love you, babe.”
She gave a small speech in thanks for everyone who had turned up, crediting the group of young girls who were also in attendance whom she’d met down at the beach for giving her the push to do it, the kids having no idea and looking utterly thrilled to be mentioned, even more so when Chris made his way over to give each of them a hug and pose for pictures.
They were the last two to leave, locking up the studio and heading back home just as the sun was beginning to set. Once home, she changed into her comfortable clothes, a cropped top along with her pyjama bottoms, grabbing a beer from the fridge and going to stand out on the terrace, watching the ocean.
“Oh god!” she squeaked after jumping in surprise, the presence of a cold beer bottle being held to her back alerting her to Chris’s arrival.
“Nah, just me.” Turning her head, she rolled her eyes, kissing the side of his neck. “How’d you feel, monkey?”
“Accomplished. I just have to hope that all those people who signed up actually stick to it. I have a long road ahead, in making it a successful business, but I’m ready. I made a success of myself in porn, I can do the same in yoga. No bad dragon toys needed either,” She laughed, leaning back in his embrace.
“Maybe don’t get rid of them, though. I can think of a few uses for ‘em,” he commented, sipping his wine nonchalantly, winking when she raised her eyebrows at him.
“Hey, you chose me.” She laughed hard at that, kissing his cheek. She certainly did, and she’d choose him all over again if she had to. Through being with Chris, her life looked completely different to how it had just twelve months ago, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. The only thing she did change was her name, to Hemsworth, when they married six months later.
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❝𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧❞ — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)
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He sees you talking to another man. He gets jealous. Anger follows, as does some angry, “you’re mine and no one else’s, do you hear me?” brand of sex.
Who’s in? I likely won’t write it quite as quickly as this morning’s Chris offering, but it shall happen! Looking in the direction of my usual thirsty Thor gals!
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What you deserve
A/N: A teensy spin-off to Personal Trainer if you will? What if Thor hadn’t been on board with your little fantasy and decided to punish you instead?
Pairing: Thor x Reader
Warnings: 18+ cockwarming, edging, ruined orgasms.
Word count: 500ish
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Dreams don’t mean anything, do they?
Though when you dream about a certain hot fitness trainer and that dream results in ruined panties, they mean more than you would have imagined.
They unleash the side of Thor which makes you want to defy him often. Where his gentle side makes you weak, his dominant side makes you wet.
When an illicit moan escapes your lips in your sleeping state, courtesy of a man who wasn’t yours to have explicit dreams about, you need to be punished.
Your current predicament isn’t far from torturous. Your wrists are held together and bound to your lower back by his rough hand while you’re sitting in Thor’s lap, his cock stretches out your defiant but dripping cunt.
You aren’t at liberty to move or utter a single word of complaint and you dare not to. Not when you’ve been brought to the edge just enough so your thighs ache in anticipation only to have that pleasure snatched away in an instant.
His massive length is snug inside your warmth, allowing you to feel each and every ridge and vein that is present. Twitching against your walls every time you attempt to move.
Even though you’re stirring, your breaths come in shallow as your heart races inside your chest. Your skin is flushed and warm, receptive of any form of touch or friction that is rewarded.
A whimper reaches Thor’s ears as he brings up his free hand to trace a line from the side of your neck down to your breasts, stomach before stopping right at the apex of your thighs.
“Getting desperate are we, my little dove?”
His baritone sends shivers down your spine as an involuntary clench of your walls makes his cock jump.
You hide your face in the crook of his neck, pressing your lips on his skin before whispering,
As needy as you are of release, you can’t help but relish in the feeling of this dominant God of Thunder having his way with you, because you belong to him.
And he isn’t willing to share.
Your hands are released momentarily before he’s scooped you up only to make you lie on your front with your ass up in the air.
Your temporarily empty cunt is filled again as he drags his length along your folds before pushing in all the way.
With a firm grip on your hips, Thor slams into you mercilessly, making your body lurch forward with every powerful thrust as you hold onto the bed frame for dear life.
Your climax washed over you quick and sudden, making your walls spasm and legs tremble. Tears spring to your eyes as you cry out in pleasure, the warm glow of your orgasm turning your thoughts to mush as you float away.
Thor brings you back to reality as his bristly beard tickles your over sensitized skin. Rough touches are replaced by gentle caressing ones as he plants his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it over and over again.
“When you move and feel the ache tomorrow, I want you to remember who did this to you, little dove.”
Happy Thorsday my thirsty hoes! 😈
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Spark - A Chris Hemsworth/Reader One Shot Story.
Just a quick bit of overdue Chris smut for you all, my darlings! Enjoy :)
Word count - 1,257
Warnings - 18+ for zee smut!
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You need to be naked and waiting for me when I get home. 9pm. All I want to do is lick every last inch of your body, then fuck you until you’re sore.
The above was the text that ignited the spark, that means at 9pm sharp, you’re ying naked in wait for your man, staring at the bedroom door while the anticipation of his arrival practically eats you alive. It wont be the only thing to that night either.
Your heartbeat quickens when you hear him enter the house, greeting his faithful canine companion at the door, your dog sounding to be full of his usual excitable, waggy tailed energy.
“So, what got you so fired up that you demanded me wait like this for you?” You ask after he arrives in the bedroom, closing the door softly and beginning to undress.
“Do I need a reason? Look at you, there’s my reason.” He always makes you feel so confident about your body, how he praises you, reacts to your nakedness and lavishes you with such fond attention, before it all usually gives way to something borne of animalistic lust. This man, he truly burns for you.
Revealing his body, that hard, broad chest, you crave him atop you like an addict wishes for the illicit drug of their choice. Once naked, you get exactly what you’ve thirsted for, him crawling up the bed, his nakedness blanketing yours. Then just as he promised, beginning at your delicate throat, his tongue starts to travel, accompanied by the bass rumble of a very deep, aroused groan. The grit of it arrows right to your insides, a throb of anticipation making your cunt clench.
He tastes your skin with keen exploration, his tongue gliding over your breasts, your stomach, arms, back, bum, legs and even down to your toes, sexual energy coursing through you, the thrum heady, no more so than when finally, his mouth meets with the most erogenous area of your body, his tongue taking a long, slow swipe at your slit.
You whimper softly, Chris parting your legs a little wider, his fingers stroking your folds before he uses his thumb to pull your clit hood back, exposing your tiny little potent bundle, bathing it in slow, firm, wet licks. Your nails graze his arms, your hips already beginning to slowly undulate against his mouth, each keen lick delivered with the kind of precision that stirs you strongly, glimmers skittering through your belly, like a whirlpool beginning to circle deep in your groin.
He draws dirty curses from your sweet lips with each keen lap of his tongue, his beard prickling at your soft flesh, his cheeks hollowing as he begins to suck at you, your slick swallowed greedily by your lover as he devours the mouthful of your womanhood he has encased in his mouth, localising the next suck by covering your bud with his lips, sucking until it swells, your hips jolting at the soft flicks of the tip of his tongue administered thereafter.
It’s too much, but equally nowhere near enough, his fingers pushing into you, clever and precise as he seeks out exactly where within the wet plush of your pussy you want to feel him press, smiling against you when you cry out.
“Oh fuck, yes! Don’t you dare move them!” He laughs, his voice deepened even more than usual by lust, hooking his fingers over and beginning to rake them against you, pressing hard, looking up at you over the rise of your curves and watching as you lose control for him.
“Fuck, you’re getting so wet.” He groans, his fingers sodden with your dew, tongue furiously beating over your swollen clit in time with his fingers, two becoming three, opening you up with his exploration, circling them around and around, the tips still pressing against the spot that has you crying out.
A final few licks and circles does it, has you coming apart messily against him, a flush decorating your chest as you cum hard for him. The taste of yourself on his mouth is sinfully erotic when he emerges, kissing you while pressing the tip of his hardness against your entrance, slowly spreading you around him as he fills you, your mouth falling open in exclamation of how good he feels.
He’s thick and hot inside you, dragging your walls, making you feel sparks, your insides lighting up against the friction of his cock. Your body arches, like a bridge over a river, Chris setting his teeth against your breasts, nipping and sucking at your nipples as his cock glides into you seamlessly, his hands smoothing down the elegant curve of your back.
He pants against you, predatory hunger unleashed, claiming your mouth again with hungry kisses, his fingers gripping at your waist as he rolls his hips firmly into you, driving his cock against your very depths, forcing little cries of elation from your throat.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” you breathe, reaching between you to feel him stretching you, spearing your slick, so ruinously wet for him.
“And you always take me so well.” He grunts, sucking the wet fingers you offer to his mouth with a groan, pupils blown with heated lust as he stares down at you. Hooking your fingers around his jaw, you pull him back down, kissing him wantonly, swallowing his guttural groans and flinching a little when he bites your lower lip, letting it slide out from between his teeth slowly before your tongues entwine once more.
Sitting back on his heels, he lifts you with him, arranging you so you’re kneeling either side of his colossal body, your mouth at his throat as he clasps you to him, driving yourself down onto his cock with greed, your pelvis all rotating gusto, wanting to feel him hitting you at every angle, every depth.
“Fuck, fuck.” He breathes, closing his eyes tightly as you fuck him with unbridled determination, Chris moving beneath you with purposeful power, kissing you again madly, one of his hands moving to spank your bum as you bounce on his mighty cock.
He has you so sinfully wet, your pussy drips onto his balls, little pearls of arousal decorating them as his thick hardness drives into you, leaving you tender, but oh so tingly, your groin burning, the heat of his manhood making the wildfire spread through you.
He growls at your neck, teeth nipping sharply, his hips beginning to snap up against you strongly as his hands run up your back and grip your shoulders, forcing you down onto the power of him, how he moves, body surging against yours.
You cry out, nails tearing down his shoulders, any reserve completely broken, like a wild colt snapping his lasso and galloping to freedom, you both charge to your release, cresting, shattering against one another, that sublime warmth radiating through your body as he fills you with cum, your inner walls milking his cock thirstily.
You’re both clammy and breathless, Chris the first to recover as he holds you against him, panting in your ear as he strokes your hair, nuzzling your neck. He lies you back, still inside you, arms tightening around you as you share kisses, keeping his wet cock warm as he enjoys the little pulses of your walls around him, kissing you tenderly.
“Sated now?” You question, laughing softly when he shakes his head.
“Not nearly enough yet. I never am with you, though.”
True. With you, he always wants more.
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Pairing: Peter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Boobs and alludes to sex, it's what I do best
Synopsis: You try to surprise Peter on his eighteenth birthday but it doesn't go as planned
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•So, you were currently laying on the counter in the kitchen at the compound, snacks and decor displayed around you
•It’s Peter birthday
•The other’s were currently on a mission and you invited Peter over so you’d be alone
•You had a great idea: Make a cake
•Done…okay you had it made
•It said “Happy Birthday Pretty Boy”
•A favorite of yours to call Peter and he never objected to it
•You decorated the entrance and placed confetti on the floor leading to the oversized kitchen
•Streamers hung all over the place
•Frosting on your tits
•Done, messier than you thought, but done
•Red hot thong on and up your ass
•Done and your ass was freezing on the cold counter
•After dating for a year you wanted to make his birthday special
•You had a whole evening planned for the two of you
•Watch his favorite saga
•He texted you he’d be over to the compound in 10 minutes, which you took with a grain of salt because that boy has zero time management
•After a little while, you heard the front door open and waited patiently
•Voices filled the entrance and you realized: they were back early
•"They” being the several avengers about to walk in on your 18 y/o self naked on the kitchen counter, ready to surprise your boyfriend with birthday sex
•You panicked, sitting up and looking around for an out
•You couldn’t tell them not to come in, then you’d have to explain
•Your dumb ass misjudged the width of the counter…
•Yep, you fell off
•Somehow, you didn’t cuss when you slammed onto the floor
•Now everyone had filed into the kitchen to get food after the mission
•"You think Lady y/n did this?” Thor asked the bunch.
•"She does love that boy,” Nat replied.
•You hoped and prayed they’d go back the way they came or they’d pass by the counter you were naked behind
•WHY TF DID THEY HAVE TO COME BACK EARLY!?!!?
•Oh wait I made that happen
•"Where is she anyway?” Tony asked and you heard him sigh.
•Probably because you put all that confetti out
•"Maybe she and Peter went out for his birthday,” Steve added.
•"Yeah the kid’s eighteen now,” Tony said and you heard the suspicion in his voice.
•As if you hadn’t done everything already with him
•Speaking of the devil
•Or angel when you guys-
•You heard the others greet Peter when he walked into the kitchen
•Great timing Parker.
•"Hey have you seen y/n/n?” He asked and you heard his voice get closer to you.
•"Nope we thought she was with you,” Nat told him while picking up some pretzels from a bowl on the platter
•"She also did all of this for you,” Steve smiled at the consideration you had for Peter.
•Peters eyes widened when he saw the cake with his nickname given by you
•Yeah he’s in love with you
•He walked a little closer to see the cake, moving to the other side to get a 360 view of it
•That is until he saw his 99% nude girlfriend crouching on the other side
•His eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head and he froze
•You looked up at him, all your dignity? Out the window.
•Frosting? On your tits.
•Peter B. Parker? Hard.
•"Uhhh…I think you guys should g- go see what’s in the living room!”
•Damnit Peter, that’s an awful way to create a diversion
•"What’s in the living room?” Steve raised an eyebrow at the nervous boy.
•"Maybe y/n put up more decorations there?”
•His cheeks were burning at the thought of sucking the frosting off of your tits
• "Okay…let’s check out the living room,” Tony walked closer to Peter making Peter’s palms sweaty
• "You okay, kid?” Tony asked, placing his hand on Peter’s shoulder.
•Your boyfriend nodded very aggressively like cool it bug boy you're too obvious
•Finally Tony left
•Peter took off his flannel and helped you put it on
•He might have given your tits a quick lick ONLY TO GET THE FROSTING OFF…right?
•The two of you quickly made your way to your room and I suppose I already gave you the nightly agenda
•You received many thank you's from Peter
•Audibly and physically
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41, 78 and 100 with thor x reader. Maybe at one of tony's partys. Please and thank you. 😊
41: "You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."
78: "Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you."
100: "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you."
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, a bit of choking, dirty talk, rough sex, possessive sex, light dom/sub vibes), possessive Thor, a bit of fluff?
a/n: I like this idea. But I don't usually write fics with a sub female reader. So this was a bit of a challenge to write. But I hope you enjoy this fic!!!!!
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You and Thor were invited to one of Tony’s huge parties. There was music and people talking and drinking, playing pool. Thor was talking with Steve and Sam when he looked over and saw you playing pool with Tony.
Tony was helping you learn how to play pool. You were new to going to Tony’s parties. Thor didn’t go to many of them. He always stayed home with you. You two would cuddle on the couch and watch a movie or a TV show. He would much rather be with you than be here.
He was pissed that Tony had his hands on you. You were his and his only. He watched you closely as you played. Keeping a close eye to make sure Tony’s hands don’t move any closer to your ass.
“Is he looking?” You asked Tony, as you lined up your shot. Tony glanced over at Thor and smirked as he saw how tense the god looked.
“Oh, yeah.” Tony nodded and continued to press his chest over your back to pretend to help you play pool. You knew how to play pool and you were awesome at it but you wanted to make Thor jealous. You and Tony had an agreement, he helped you make Thor jealous and you helped him make Pepper jealous.
“Grab my ass a little. He’s wound sound so tight he’s bound to break.” You smirked and then felt Tony’s hand rub your ass. You watched as Thor gripped his glass so tight it shattered. Thor then started walking over to you and Tony. “Run, Ton.” You muttered, and Tony quickly rushed off to hide in a group of people. Thor walked up to you and you smiled and placed your hands on his chest. “Hi, love.”
“What do you think you were doing?” He asked, through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said sweetly, and he yanked you to him and placed his lips next to your ear.
“You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching.” He growled in your ear, and you whimpered a bit as you felt a gush of arousal soak your panties. “Behave.” He warned, and you quickly gathered yourself and smirked.
“But what if I don’t want to, my king.” You whispered to him, and then squealed as he hauled you over his shoulder. Everyone looked at you two as he walked through the party towards the lift. Tony winked at you as Thor walked past him. You smiled at him and held a thumbs up. You were in for a long night.
Thor walked into his bedroom and tossed you on the bed. You smirked as he started taking off his clothes. You pulled off your dress so that you were just in your matching lace bra and panties. He grabbed you by your ankle and yanked him to the foot of the bed.
He flipped you over and bent you over the mattress. He pressed your face into the sheets and ripped your panties off. You gasped and moaned at his dominance. He kneeled behind you and spread your ass cheeks, so he could see your soaked cunt.
“Oh, Thor!” You moaned when you felt him spit on your asshole and felt it drip down on your pussy. He ran a finger through folds to spread his spit around your cunt. You moaned and ground your hips down onto his hand.
“Shh, don't worry, I'll take very good care of you.” He whispered, and you whimpered as he thrusted two fingers into you. “You just had to go and let Tony run his hands all over you.” He growled, then latched his lips onto your clit and sucked and nipped on the little bundle of nerves.
“I’m sorry. Please, make me cum, my king!” You pleaded, and ground your pussy onto his hand trying to make yourself cum. He thrusted his fingers into you faster and crooked them up to brush against that spongy spot of you. You went flying over the edge and came around his fingers. You gripped the sheets as you cried out his name. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth. He sucked and lapped up all your juices, groaning into your cunt at the taste.
“You taste amazing, my love.” He groaned as he lapped at your entrance. You whimpered and slumped against the bed. He pulled away from your throbbing core and pulled his boxers off. He stroked his cock slowly as he watched you writhe against the bed. “Look at you all needy for my cock.” He groaned as he stroked his cock.
“Please, fuck me! I want you to fill me up!” You whined and tried to grind your core against the bedsheets. He dragged his cock up and down your folds soaking the head of his cock in your juices. You mewled out and moved your hips back. He then slammed his length into you. You cried out and arched your back trying to get his cock further into you.
“Oh, god. You’re so tight!” He grunted as he felt your walls clench and throb around his length. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you up until your back was flushed against his chest. He thrusted in and out of you hard and fast. “Did you like when Tony’s hands were all over you? Did it make you wet? Did he make you wet?” He growled in your ear, as he fucked into you.
“N-no. N-never.” You whimpered, as his cock brushed over your sweet spot. He ripped your bra off to grip one of your breasts. He thumbed and pulled on your nipple and you bucked into his hand.
“Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you.” He whispered in your ear, as he quickened his pace, fucking into you harder and faster.
“Oh, god! I’m gonna cum, baby!” You cried out, and he tightened his grip on your throat. You started rubbing tight circles on your clit to help you reached your high. He bit down on your neck as his cock hit your g-spot, and you screamed his name as you came around him. Your walls clenched and throbbed around his length and he came deep inside of you. His warm and wet cum filled your tight channel. He lapped at the new bite on your neck.
“Now, everyone knows you’re mine.” He growled possessively and kissed along your shoulder. He gently pulled out and groaned at the sight of his cum dripping from your used hole. He picked you up gently and laid you down at the head of the bed. He grabbed a wet washcloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned you up. He tossed the washcloth in the dirty clothes bin and laid next to you. You rolled over and cuddled up to his chest. No words were shared as you two fell asleep.
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Us Against the World - Chapter Sixteen
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“I like him, he’s a good guy, button,” Gwen told her daughter, joining her down with the dogs while Phil stole Chris away to show him the fishing boat he was slowly restoring.
“Isn’t he? I love him heaps, he’s so cool,” Mia replied, smiling. They might have been going through a bit of a rough patch, but nothing could dampen the love she had for him.
“I do sense a little tension, though. Everything okay?” Gwen questioned, adding ‘ugh, you can have this back!’ when Herbie came and drooled on her hand, wiping the slobber on his coat as she chuckled.
“Just a little blip. We’ll be fine.” The finality of her statement revealed it wasn’t something she wished to discuss, Gwen respecting that and moving on. She seldom saw her daughter since through her own failings, she sometimes couldn’t help but pick at her over her career choice. Remaining quiet and exercising a little restraint would mean a good visit might lead to seeing her a little more regularly.
It was hard, though, for Gwen. While she was proud that she’d put herself through college, the debt Rick had left her in making it impossible for she and Phil to be able to fund her education, she would forever be upset at the means she had used to achieve it.
She hoped so much that her first proper boyfriend in years, a relationship that seemed to be quite serious, might sway her away from the world of pornography. She could but hope. They had a nice afternoon there before heading back to Malibu, Mia promising her parents to have them over for dinner when hers and Chris’s busy schedules next allowed for such before leaving.
Back on the road, all was quiet between them again after the initial conversation surrounding Chris’s like of her mom and dad, Mia once again looking out of the window as she contemplated everything. About forty minutes into their journey, she suddenly asked a question that her contemplation required an answer to.
“Do you love me enough to stay with me, should I decide to remain in porn?” she broached tentatively, taking a deep breath.
“I do, but after what happened I’ll never be happy about it. I can’t stand to see you being blackmailed and exploited, which is exactly what’s happening, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, or whether you choose to eventually see leaving it behind is less scary than staying. I don’t want to fight about it anymore, though. You know how I feel, Mia.” The air of finality meant she didn’t speak further, reaching over and resting her hand atop his hard thigh for the remainder of the journey.
He dropped her back home, but didn’t come in, which spoke volumes over where they were at. Besides, she had to be up early for work and he had things to organise ahead of the premiere, his assistant dropping the suit he was wearing to his house among other things, including a workout with Layne at 6am.
While he was preparing for that early workout, Mia was packing her things ready for her shoot, looking forward as ever to seeing Amber. She knew she’d have a great working day with her. She did, too, enjoying the shoot but at the same time, having to concede to a realisation that hit her. No matter that she was working with Amber, someone she trusted implicitly, her heart just wasn’t in it and damn, she acted her ass off to ensure such didn’t show.
“Well, you definitely look better than you did when we had our FaceTime call. It makes all the difference, doesn’t it? Being reassured that you’re valued by someone. I’m standing right behind you, Mia. Don’t ever forget that, no matter whatever you decide going forward,” Amber told her when they broke for lunch, the women sitting together in their office eating salads,
“What do you mean, whatever I decide?” she asked, shaking her head in a puzzled way.
“I think I know something that you haven’t quite arrived at yet. An impasse resolution awaits.” She told her cryptically with a wink, before answering her desk phone. Mia didn’t question it, instead finishing her lunch and going to touch up her makeup before continuing with the day, finishing at 4pm, which left her with plenty of time to do what she’d planned, heading to Santa Monica beach to find a quiet spot and do some yoga to unwind.
After being the woman who wielded the strap on dildo among seven other girls that day, her back ached like hell, plenty of cobra poses helping her stretch out as her mind quietened, her body starting to follow as her muscles all released their tension.
She was really starting to feel herself begin to balance, both mentally and physically, when the sudden giggling of a group of teenage girls in the near distance disturbed her quest for zen, Mia feeling a little annoyed. Opening one eye, she watched as they did exactly what she was doing, although exactly was a stretch. They were yoga clueless, but trying valiantly.
Tuning them out, she continued her session, the sound of nothing but the waves lapping gently at the shore filling her ears as she found her centre and embraced the hum of that blissful flow of energy, her tension dissipating entirely.
Once she was done, she used her mat to sunbathe on, ditching her leggings and top for the bikini she had on beneath, ready to top up her tan. Before she could get comfortable, though, she noticed the group of girls had edged a little closer, talking amongst themselves while looking at her every so often.
She sighed, not in the mood for more of the same, being gossiped about because of her relationship. However, when the blonde and the redhead broke away from the rest and headed over to her, she discovered how wrong she was in her first assumption.
“Erm, you’re Mia Smith, aren’t you? Chris Hemsworth’s girlfriend?” the blonde girl asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Yeah, that’s me. Why?” Mia asked, immediately feeling defensive.
“We um, we were wondering something, if it’s not too much trouble. We noticed from Chris’s Instagram that you’re really good at yoga and we were wondering if you’d lead us? We know he said you’re an instructor and we can’t afford to pay you, but we just really want to learn from someone who knows what they’re doing and you seem so nice too!” she asked sweetly, making Mia immediately relax.
Seeing her looking so nervous, all she wanted to do was immediately make her feel comfortable. She was thirteen, if that, her friends perhaps a little older.
“Well sure I can, yeah. Give me a moment so I can dress.” The girls nodded and looked excited, running back over to their friends. By the time she’d pulled herself back into her leggings and belly top, she was joined by six excited looking teenagers.
“Okay, so roll out your mats, ladies and let us begin with a few sun salutations to get our bodies nicely warmed up.” She proceeded to lead them through a very basic class, walking amongst them and correcting their postures, before moving back to show them the next.
The girls all seemed to enjoy themselves, stopping afterwards to chat to her, asking where her class was and if she had spaces. She gave them the number for her work cell so they could book in for private sessions with her, should their parents offer to pay before they all thanked her for her time, offering hugs before they left her there to enjoy the quiet of the beach.
Inside, she felt alight with achievement, delight and surprise. She’d just been approached to lead an impromptu yoga class, her pupils being nothing but nice and welcoming to her, knowing exactly who she was. It didn’t faze them. It didn’t matter. To them, she was just Chris Hemsworth’s girlfriend who did yoga. To them, she was Mia Smith and to her, that meant everything.
If they saw her as something else, surely, if she tried, if she took the wise advice that had been given to her by Chris, which her fear had caused to fall upon deaf ears, other people might just see her as someone different too. It hit her then, just how stupid she’d been, how she should have listened to the man who loved her and had nothing but her best interests at heart, instead of letting two men who cared nothing more than the money she could make for them force her hand and manipulate her to their will.
“I’ve been so fucking stupid.” She sighed, blinking a few tears down her cheeks, feeling awful. She knew she’d put Chris through hell over the last few weeks, concerned for the poor choices she’d made, and they were poor. Very poor.
She had some serious making up to him to do, he was owed that and so much more. Before leaving the beach, she went about beginning just that.
He was looking in his fridge deciding on what to eat for dinner, whether to go for salmon or turkey with his broccoli and sweet potatoes when he heard a knock at his front door, wondering who it could be since usually, anyone who had the passcode to his gate just walked right on in.
“Since when do you bother knocking?” he asked, opening the door to Mia, who smiled awkwardly, looking away from him for a few moments.
“Since I know you’re pissed off at me. Don’t deny it either, we’re not in a good place, but hopefully what I have to say might go a way to repair the damage I’ve done to our relationship,” she told him, pausing to kiss him on her way inside. She smelled of beach. He always loved it when she was scented from his favourite place.
“So, what do you have to say?” he asked, curious, trying not to be too hopeful. She’d been so steadfast thus far, not willing to budge an inch in what he considered to be an awful choice on her part.
“I’ve come to a decision,” she began, walking through with him to the terrace leading off the lounge. “It’s over.”
His heart jolted unpleasantly in his chest at hearing those words, wondering for a second if she meant they were over. “I called Gerry while I was at the beach and told him to go fuck himself. The shoot I did for Amber this morning was my last. I deleted my Mia Massacre Instagram and closed my OnlyFans account. I’m out, done with it all, There’s only Mia Smith now.”
“That’s the only one you need to be,” he told her happily, smiling down at her while rubbing the apples of her rosy cheeks affectionately with his thumbs, laughing with joy suddenly as he picked her up and hugged her tightly.
After a tense few weeks, he finally felt like he could breathe. She’d untied herself from the toxicity that was harming their relationship as well as her self-esteem, and he couldn’t be happier. “What made you change your mind?” he asked, noting how much lighter she looked, unburdened by it all, free.
They sat down there outside, Mia explaining her afternoon at the beach after finishing her eight-hour filming day. While he listened, Chris couldn’t help but smile widely, beyond relieved that it wasn’t anything heinous that had happened to make her leave a toxic situation behind, but instead the sweetness of six girls who had requested she help them learn the very thing she wanted to do with her life going forward.
“Have you told anyone else?” he asked, Mia shaking her head.
“No, not yet. You were the most important person I needed to tell first. I’ll tell Cedric later when I get home and give Amber and my parents a call tonight,” she told him, Chris suddenly frowning.
“You’re not staying here?” He asked. It was so sweet, the way everything bad had just disappeared and everything was back to normal.
“Well, I could. I can ask the girl who’s doing my hair and makeup for tomorrow to come here instead, then go and fetch my stuff in a little while?” He agreed that was a good idea, pulling her onto his lap and enjoying the feeling of happiness fluttering through his chest once again
It continued for him for the rest of the day, so beyond relieved she’d finally seen the light and gotten herself out. It meant that as he walked the red carpet with her the following evening, Mia looking stunning in a long, deep green dress, nothing bad was hanging over them. He couldn’t have felt happier than when asked by a few journalists over the impact her career had on public opinion, she gave the following answer.
‘Well, a person shouldn’t ever be judged on a whole solely for how they earn a living, but it’s a moot point now that I no longer work within the adult entertainment industry.’
He couldn’t have been prouder, standing with his arm around her, watching her handle herself with grace and dignity. He’d have still been proud should the incident never have happened and she’d remained, but the fact she’d finally found a little faith in herself to be brave, step away and start anew was the main reason he couldn’t stop smiling at her all night long.
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hi, smutty prompt clench for Thor
Pairing: Thor x Reader
It wasn’t deliberate when it happened for the first time. Your body reacted the way it hadn’t ever before, it was instinct.
A reaction to Thor’s animalistic thrusts that threatened to split your body in half. Your mouth fell open in a low grunt, eyes rolled back as your back arched off the bed while he continued to snap his hips and drive his cock into your wet heat.
He felt your walls constrict around his length in a needy clench. The action eliciting a thunderous groan from the Asgardian that reverberated in the dark room.
It made him eager, hungry to find other ways to bring you pleasure which in turn, aroused him more than ever.
You were tossed on your front before your hips were raised in air, the momentary loss of contact eliciting a needy whine from your lips. It wasn’t long until you were filled up to the hilt once more. Your over-sensitised walls fluttered around his shaft as he began pounding into you from behind.
Feeling yet another orgasm approaching, Thor brought his fingers down to your bundle of nerves and began rubbing tight circles.
He was rewarded with that delicious clench of your heat around his twitching cock which he longed for.
I know it ain’t related, I just needed this gif in my life.
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