#y/n hemsworth

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Against the odds

Epilogue - Happily Ever After

a/n: Well... This is it. We reached the epilogue of a wonderful story. I hope you like this epilogue. ☺️ I had sooo much fun working and writing with @ladycamillewrites on this fabulous story. It's been an honour, my lovely friend! ❤

And you can be sure, guys... This wasn't the last time I and Camille teamed up. 😁

Word Count: 4,1k

Warnings for the Epilogue: a loooot of fluff, pregnancy, birth (It's a bit graphic), more fluff

I'm no birthing expert, but I tried. ☺️

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Belsize Park, London, UK - Four Months Later

"Are you really sure we can still go out to eat in the restaurant, darling?" You nodded, confidently. "Of course, babe! My contractions are still light years apart! Annie said it's okay if I would stay home for a while longer. When my water breaks, then we can start to worry - and I am miles away from that, believe me, Tommy." The Brit bit his lip, still not quite convinced. "Are you really sure? To 100 per cent?" You rolled your eyes, but smiled, and wrapped both your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Yes, Thomas. To 100 per cent." He placed both his hands on the sides of your very big baby bump, tracing gentle circles in the clothed skin. "I'm just worried, love..." "I know." "But if you say it's okay, then let's go..." A bright smile darted over your face. You had looked forward to this dinner in your favourite restaurant. Since you moved to Tom two months ago, you went there quite a few times. Especially, because they always had, what you craved. "Let's go." You said as well, before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Everything is going to be fine." That was what you said - but only about an hour later, you were disabused…

The main course had been absolutely delicious, just like the soup you had as first course. Now it was finally time to dig into the dessert - and no, you didn't mean Tom this time... You meant the extraordinarily delicious looking Mousse au Chocolate, standing mere inches away from you on the table. Your mouth watered alone at the sight of it, so you quickly reached for the little spoon and digged into the sugary treat. Tom just eyed you from opposite the table with a giggle. But just when you were about to take the first spoonful of the Mousse, you suddenly felt a small gush, causing the spoon in your hand to clatter down on the table. The shocked expression on your face was clearly visible, what triggered the panic inside Tom. "Darling? What's wrong?!" "Um... I uh... I am not sure if I just peed myself or if my water broke..." You explained your panicking boyfriend, smiling uptight. All Tom could do was blinking at you. "I-I beg you pardon?" You let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, um, I-I am not sure if-" You cut off your own sentence with a hiss, as you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, announcing a contraction. "Darling... Was that a-" "Contraction, yes." You said through gritted teeth, breathing through the much worse contraction than the others had been. "I, uh, think it was option B..."

Tom swallowed, still needed a moment to realise what was happening, but once his brain had processed the information, he literally jumped up from the chair, "Shit, baby, we need to get you into the hospital!" and hastily rounded the table, in order to help you stand up. That wasn't an easy task, given the fact that you were nine months pregnant with twins, your water just broke - giving you the uneasy feeling of having peed yourself and having contractions. Thumbs up! Life was great! To your luck, you had Tom, who paid the bill for dinner in lighting speed, before rushing to your side once again. He steadied you, wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the not so crowded private area of the restaurant and towards his car - what he had luckily parked right around the corner, so the way for you to walk wasn't that far. Although, walking wasn't quite the right term to describe your movement. It was rather 'stumbling forwards'.

Once you made it safely to the car, Tom helped you inside. "Everything alright, darling?" Your boyfriend asked, oceanic blue eyes filled with worry, but also excitement looking at you. You nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, thanks, Tommy." He smiled, "No need to thank me, love. As your boyfriend and father of our little Hiddles, it's my duty to help you." and pressed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Now let's get you to the hospital."

The ride to said hospital was rather uneventful. Sure, your water broke and your contractions intensified, were closer together, but not as close that you were already able to give birth. Tom's hand rested on your knee the whole drive, tracing calming patterns into your clothed skin.

About forty minutes later, you were in the maternity ward on the third floor, in one of the delivery rooms, changed into an ugly hospital gown and checked by the doctors. Everything seemed to be just as it had to be. Although, you weren't dilated enough to push yet, so you had to wait; killing the time your body needed, in order to get yourself ready for the birth.

Now you were steadying yourself against the foot end of the bed, as you breathed through another contraction. Tom stood beside you, suit jacket long thrown aside, rubbing small circles over your back in order to help you through it. "You're doing great, my love." Hearing the encouraging words of your boyfriend, paired with the subsiding pain of the contraction, caused the final realisation of the situation to dawn on you... You were in the hospital. About to give birth to twins. You would be able to hold the baby in your arms you always wanted. Even better... You were not blessed with one, but two babies - who were going to be the perfect mix of you and the man of your dreams. A soft giggle left your lips at your thoughts, much to the Brit's confusion. "Y/N? Are you okay?" You nodded, straightening yourself up and turning around to face Tom. "Given the circumstances, yes. It's just... Tommy, we are going to be parents in a few hours... Can you believe that?" A soft smile crept up his handsome face. "Surreal, isn't it?" "Very." Tom took a step closer, rested both his hands on your big bump and his forehead against yours. "I can't wait to meet them." You smiled, "Me neither." and blinked away a few tears of happiness. "I'm so happy, Tommy." You whispered, closing your eyes. "I'm happy too, darling... And utterly terrified." Another small giggle left your lips. You knew that Tom's anxiety level had gotten higher and higher the closer you got to your due date. Quite normal for a dad-to-be - so Chris told you. "I know, babe, I know... But I guess that's quite normal. I am angsty, too..." You felt Tom nod. "Think so too... Chris told me he was almost 'shitting his pants' as well." You snorted out another laugh at your boyfriend's choice of words, knowing that he just quoted your brother. "Well, in that case I feel reassured."

The next three hours were spent with waiting, breathing through steadily pain increasing contractions, several doctors, nurses and Annie (your midwife) checking in on you and your precious cargo and, of course, calling several members of yours and Tom's family. Tom called his mum and sisters, your parents, Benedict and lastly Chris, while you managed to call Liam and Luke.

"Well, hello there, mate!" Chris' happy voice echoed through Tom's mobile, as he made his way back from getting himself a coffee. A doctor was currently checking in on you and Tom used those few minutes, in which you were in safe hands, to get some caffeine inside his system. Not that he needed it. The adrenaline inside his veins was already running high, but it was late and he desperately wanted something to hydrate himself; and since the cafeteria was closed at this late hour, the coffee vending machine was the place to go. "Chris, hey." "What's up, Tom? Everything alright? How's Y/N?" The Brit decided to not beat about the bush and tell his close friend straight away what was going on. "Well, about that... We're in the hospital since about, um..." He took a quick look on his watch. "Four hours. Y/N's gone into labour." An excited squeal - yes, squeal urged to Tom's ears from the other end of the line. "Ahh, oh my goodness! Elsa?! Sweetheart?!" Tom could hear her voice from a faint distance, calling out for Chris. "Y/N went into labour! The twins are on their way!" Suddenly could hear the dad-to-be his best friend's wife's voice loud and clear. "Oh my, really??!!" "Yes! Tom's on the phone!" "That's so exciting!" Elsa's words were directed to Chris, but then she addressed Tom as well. "Hi Tom!" The blonde brown-haired man chuckled at his friend's and family's clearly audible excitement. "Hey Elsa." "How's Y/N doing? Are the twins okay? She isn't already able to push, is she?!" Elsa immediately bombarded him with questions. "Given the circumstances, she's doing well. Just like the twins. Everything's okay." A relieved breath left both, Chris and Elsa's lips. "Good, that's good." "Yes. I'm very glad everything's going so smoothly. I hope it stays that way." "She's in good hands, Tom. Birthing twins is not easy, but believe me, it's going to be fine. If someone knows, it's me." Tom chuckled at Elsa's words, knowing that this was a 100 per cent true.

Unfortunately, Tom couldn't get to answer Elsa's last question, because he saw Annie leaving your room and making her way down the hallway towards him. "Uh, guys, I'm afraid I have to go. I am going to text you, as soon as the twins are born. Bye." Before either Chris or Elsa were able to answer Tom, he had hung up. Quickly stuffing his mobile back into his pocket, he rushed down the hallway to meet Annie halfway. "Tom! I'm glad I could find you straight away." The Brit's eyes widened in sheer horror, assuming the worst. "Why? Is something wrong?!" He asked in a shaky, panicky voice. Annie quickly shook her head, stilling his fears immediately. "No, no, don't worry. Everything is alright." Tom felt how the sudden shock was subsiding again. "In fact, everything is more than alright... Y/N is dilated enough to push." Once again, the Brit's eyes widened. "S-She's ready to push?" Annie nodded, smiling. "Yes. You're about to meet your children, dad." Tom felt how his heartbeat quickened in pure excitement, happiness and anticipation. "Come on. Let's get you ready. I'm sure you want to be at Y/N's side, right?" He nodded quickly. "Yes, please. Gods, yes!" The midwife giggled at Tom's sudden rush of excitement - one reason why she loved her job so much.

Within a few minutes, Tom had slipped into a dark blue protective gown and entered together with Annie the delivery room again, in which you laid in the bed, ready to finally bring the twins into this world. The room was literally crowded with people. A doctor, two midwives, a nurse... Annie told Tom to take a seat beside you, what he immediately did, placing his coffee on the small table beside your bed. But hence, the coffee was the least important thing now. "Tommy!" You literally whined, quickly reaching for his hands to feel his comforting touch. "I'm here now. I'm here, darling." He spoke in a soothing voice, trying to calm you down. You were definitely more nervous, shaky and afraid than before Tom left to get his coffee. But it was no wonder. Of course, was your nervosity level shooting through the roof now. It was time, after all.  Your boyfriend leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, which was already dotted with sweat from the painful contractions you already went through. But both, you and Tom knew, that it was most likely going to get worse. "We're going to make this, okay? Together." You took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, Y/N..." Annie spoke up, drawing in your attention. "Everything is ready. We are prepared to meet your baby – and we are all here to help you, so don't worry. We got this." She said, giving you an encouraging smile. Gods... You loved that woman... "So, as soon as you feel the urge to push... Push." "O-Okay..."

Countless pushes and an excruciating hour filled with pain, tears and sweat later, you had almost done it. Almost. "I can see baby number one's head, Y/N! You almost did it. One more push and one twin is here!" Annie's words encouraged you immensely, just like Tom's and his hands around your hand, as you laid there - a sweaty, tired and painful mess. "Come on, love, you can do it. I know it." Tom whispered with a smile, giving your hand a squeeze. You nodded and with the next contraction, you felt the urge to push - and pushed. A loud whine slipped past your lips, as you felt a sudden pop. "You've done it, Y/N!" Announced Annie, accompanied by a small cry of a baby. "And we've got here... Your baby boy!" At those words, both yours and Tom's world suddenly seemed to stop. Time froze still. You exchanged a look, happy tears glistening in both your eyes. Sometimes, a single gaze spoke more than words ever could. That was exactly such a moment - which got gently interrupted by Annie. "Hey, Tom, do you want to cut the cord?" His head snapped down to the friendly midwife. "Yes, please." "Come here, then." Almost like remote-controlled stood the now dad up and joined Annie in order to cut the cord. His hands were quite a bit shaking and he had to hold back his tears, but he made it.

Once Annie treated the wound and wrapped the new bundle of joy up in a fluffy towel, she turned back to Tom. "Would you like to hold your little man, dad?" "M-May I?" The midwife nodded, "Of course!" and handed the new born carefully over. Tom felt a wave of pure pride, joy and love flooding his veins, as he looked down at his own flesh and blood. Slowly, he made his way over to you and sat down beside you on the chair, eyes glued to the baby in his arms. "Darling..." He started, but his words got stuck in his throat, as the tears started to fall. You were an emotional mess as well, of course. You had started to cry out of happiness, as soon as your baby boy cried for the first time. You reached out your hand to touch the baby's teeny tiny hand, when another contraction hit you, reminding you, that there was another baby, who desperately wanted to see the light of the day. "Ugh." You whined, gritting your teeth at the sudden rush of pain. "Oop! Seems like your baby girl is ready to come out as well!" Annie quickly jumped to see what was going on between your legs. "Yes! I think I can see the head! Two pushes, Y/N and she should be here!" "Okay, okay, okay..." You said, clearly out of breath. "I'm here, my love. You did so well, bringing our baby boy into this world. You can do it again." Tom leaned down to kiss you, while still holding baby one in his arms.

Two pushes later, you felt another pop and heard a second cry, announcing the birth of your little girl. "Tom, your turn again?" Annie asked for the second time, looking at him with a smile. Eagerly the Brit stood up, handing the boy over to the second midwife, who took him into the adjoining room to bath and weigh him. Tom cut the cord of his second child, before taking the swaddled baby girl over to you. With teary eyes, you smiled up at your boyfriend, watching him sitting down beside you and lower his arms, so that you were able to look at your daughter. You were absolutely speechless, not able to say a single word, but to cry happy tears. Tom was, of course, crying once again too. You felt his tears dripping down on your cheeks, when he bent over to kiss you. Annie then took the baby with her as well, in order to bath and weigh her and to check if she was alright.

After getting over the afterbirth and all cleaned up, you were brought into another room, where you would spend the next few days. Tom accompanied you, of course, not letting go of your hand for even a second. The two of you had barely reached the room, when Annie and the other lovely midwife joined you; both of them pushing two little baby beds. "They are both perfectly healthy. Everything is as it should be." Annie said with a sweet smile. "Congrats to you both." "Thank you." Then she turned to you. "Y/N, you did amazing. How are you feeling now?" You gave the woman a small, almost delirious smile. "Happy, sweaty and utterly tired. Thank you." The midwife nodded, "Rest now, sleep a bit if you can. Tom?" and turned to face the blonde brown-haired man. "You can stay here if you want, of course. We arranged this bed for you, which is big enough for the both of you." Annie said, winking. "Thank you very much, Annie." "You're welcome. And Tom... Have you already decided on names for those two? If yes, then I can write them down on their crib cards and finish them." "Oh, of course, yes, sorry." "No need to apologise. It's quite a bit overwhelming, I know." The Brit's cheeks reddened slightly, as he made his way over to the midwife to help her finish the crib cards. "Grace and Frankie - two wonderful names."

Before Annie left, she helped you feeding the newborns for the first time and informed you that she is going to check on you and the twins once in a while. Now, it was time to share the first proper moments as a family of four. While Frankie was still eating in your arms, had Grace dozed off in Tom's arms. "Tommy..." You whispered your boyfriend's name. "Can you believe that? We are parents now..." A soft chuckle left Tom's lips. "I know... That's so unbelievable and yet..." He brushed his thumb gently over Grace's tiny cheek. "So real." "Mhhh... Everything I ever wanted is suddenly here in my arms." Indeed. Life was perfect in that moment. You were able to hold your son and daughter in your arms. You had a wonderful boyfriend and father of your children. 'The Moralizer' literally went through the roof; blew up cinemas all around the world and their box offices. And the publicity had finally accepted you. What more could you wish for?

"Thank you, Y/N." Tom spoke up again. "Thank you for giving me your love, this life and our children. I am the happiest man on earth right now."

The first night - or well, rather rest of the night as parents went smoother than expected. Sure, the babies cried a few times, but Tom was quick to sooth them. He was a natural in your eyes. The morning was spent with enjoying precious family time together, Tom doing once again several phone calls and carrying both twins around - being the proud dad he was. Of course, he went home for an hour or so, to take a shower, freshen up a bit, get you and the twins a few clothes and to eat something. On his way back to the hospital, he picked up his mom to take her to see her grandchildren for the first time. Diana was of course super excited and happy.

"Hey, mom." Tom greeted his mother, as he leaned against the car with a smile. "Tom." She immediately came towards him with open arms, hugging her son close. "Congratulations, Thomas. I am so so happy for you and Y/N." The Brit felt how a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. "Thank you so much, mom." Diana pulled back from the hug, cupped her son's cheeks with a smile. "I am very proud of you. I love you." Tom couldn't help himself but hug his mother once again, pressing a kiss on her cheek on the way. "I love you, too."

The ride to the hospital was filled with conversations about the previous night. How the birth was, how you were feeling and how it was for Tom to cut the cords and so on. Arrived at the hospital, Tom took Diana immediately to your room. "There we are." He said, opening the door quietly - just in case you or the twins were sleeping. Turned out, you weren't asleep, just like Grace, who was laying in your arms. Frankie was asleep, though. "Hey, darling." Your boyfriend greeted you, stepping over to the bed for a kiss. "Hi, babe." Another kiss. "I brought a guest, my love. Hope that's okay." You looked past Tom, seeing Diana standing in the door frame, smiling. "Of course! Hi Diana!" She gently closed the door behind her and stepped closer as well. "Hello, my dear. How are y- Awww..." She cut off her own sentence, as Tom lifted the sleeping Frankie out of his crib, in order to show Diana the newborn. "Oh my... Look at you... So cute and tiny." Tom's mom approached the baby, reaching out her hand to touch the little boy's hand. "Hi Frankie, I'm your granny." She cooed, looking at her grandson with heart eyes. "He's not even a day old and he already looks like you, Thomas. Got your nose, lips and even the curls." Diana said with a small laugh, running her fingers through the blonde-brown tufts of hair on the baby boy's head. "You think so, mom?" "Mhm." She would've marvelled Frankie longer, if Grace wouldn't have had something against it, announcing her presence with a soft cry, which attracted Diana's attention. You immediately started to rock the baby girl gently, trying to shush her, while Diana passed by Tom and went straight to you. "Oh hello, you sweet, sweet girl." The elderly woman couldn't take her eyes of the little girl, was already completely in love. "She's so sweet - and looks a lot like her beautiful mama." Your cheeks reddened slightly at Diana's compliment. "Got your hair and definitely your eyes." "And my nose, said Tom." Diana chuckled, "That too, yes." and looked up to you. "May I hold her?" You nodded, "Of course." and handed Grace over to her granny. "Hi Grace, I'm your granny." The baby girl looked up at her grandmother with big, sleepy eyes. You watched Diana and Tom softly speaking to Grace and Frankie; carrying them around the room. Yes... Life was perfect.

Two Years Later

The Australian sun shone down on you, as you watched your husband and brother running along the beach from afar, making the water splash around them. They were chasing two toddlers. A girl with Y/H/C hair, bundled up in two cute pigtails and clad in a purple swimsuit; and a boy, dressed in orange swim shorts with hair just like his father's - blonde and curly. Their giggling could be heard miles away, causing you to smile. It was such a sweet, wonderful thing to watch. Elsa had told you, you would find them here, so you quickly made your way to the beach, unable to wait any longer to see them again.

Taking off your shoes, you stepped through the warm sand, straight towards your family. Chris already waved at you from inside the water. "Sometimes, I think I have not just two kids, but three." You announced your presence with a giggle. Three heads snapped immediately into your direction. "Mama!" Frankie and Grace were quick to run towards you, as fast as their small legs could carry them. You squatted down, ready to catch them. "Mama!" They literally jumped into your arms, clinging to you. "Hiii, you two." You pressed a lingering kiss on both their heads, as you saw Tom making his way over to you as well, a broad smile on his face. You stood up again, engulfing Tom in a hug as well, while the twins still clung your legs. "Hi babe." You whispered, running your hands through his way longer hair. He had to let it grow a bit, for a play he was going to do. "Hello, darling." He leaned back to kiss you, placing his hands on your hips. "How was the last day of filming?" "Great. I had so much fun." "That's amazing. I'm so happy and proud, darling... Your very own surf movie..." "Insane, right?" Tom shook his head. "No. Well deserved."

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Against the Odds

Chapter 12 - It's Showtime

a/n: So sorry for not uplaoding last week as Maddie and I ususally intended to🖤 My life was quite the mess and I was mourning a dear friend... please excuse the delay, friends :)

warnings: 18+ smuttish, talks of pregnancy, mean media/press, cussing, past trauma -response

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“What’s that cute pouty face about, my love?“ Tom asked, those entertained sparkly hues flashing in his sky blue eyes. Greek gods spoke through his accurate bone structure, the slightly tired look and gravel in his voice only making it worse for you to accept the storage compartment thing that separated your business class seats.

Coyly biting your lips, your gaze wandered from your lap to the window and back.

“Ohhh, I get it. My darling wants the window seat?“ Your boyfriend chuckled leaning over to press a warm kiss on your forehead before long, elegant legs hoisted his body up. Fast as lighting seats were swapped and a broad grin adorned your face as you took in Singapore airports many flickering lights.

It was late and your layover luckily not too long nevertheless, the thought of having 13 hours left to spent in this plane was tiring.

“Psst... Baby Hiddles?“ 

“Tommy, I somehow have the feeling they won't answer“ you giggled yawning, your elbow propped on the small curved crevice under the window to support your heavy head. Tom would never be mad at you for being a bit absent when almost five months pregnant with twins. Your body was practically working 24/7 to nourish and keep the little troublemakers safe.

“But the most beautiful woman on earth sure can“ he purred brushing your loose hair to he side, his hot, weirdly seductive breath tickling your earlobe. “I have to remark you were quite responsive last night, y/n“.

A hot, skittish shiver descended your spine, a familiar clench of thighs proved your muscle memory working. With delicious memories worth to revel in…

Hungry hands roamed across your back, strong thumbs gently massaging your muscles what provided heavenly relief. But Tom, of course, wasn’t only to do your back muscles a favor.

A wolfish grin appeared next to you, flashing in the corner of your eye like a flickering torch. “Darling, I cannot control myself any longer. I need to feel you. Please“ Tom’s baritone voice begged, the omnipresent respect he had for you showing in every part of his plea.

“Then have me, Thomas“

“Oh, you know exactly what happens when you’re calling me that, don’t you?“ He groaned, slowly letting his arched back sink down until all you felt were his flexing abs on top of your bare back, his promising erection poking the soft flesh of your butt cheeks.

Hell, you knew how much it turned him on so his full name slipped from your lust-drunken tongue once again. So easily. So natural.

“Fuck, Darling“ he cursed, gently but demandingly biting along your shoulder. Tom didn’t cuss often but when he did, it sounded so fucking sexy intertwining perfectly with the unique tone of his British accent. “Please just take me. Now“ you panted totally intoxicated by the obvious feeling of Tom’s soft knuckled brushing your rear again and again.

He was pleasuring himself.

“So responsive while I’m not even truly touching you, my love“ the low baritone chided you playfully, a mischievous smirk on lips audible in a salacious way.

You had awakened his darker side, the side he only showed you and only served your pleasure. His body and mind were yours completely while you gave in to him with every fibre of your quivering body. 

It didn’t take long until the whole room was filled with passionate moans and staggered breaths, your bodies dancing with each other while the physical union existed in perfect parallelism with your connected minds. “I love you, baby. You’re perfect” Tom’s gravelly voice, husky from all the talking throughout the day. 

“Fuck, Tommy. I- I have never been ha-happier” you murmured while the sweet haze of pleasure sent your nerves skyrocketing.

It felt perfect. He felt perfect, meant to be even. You couldn’t even count the times Tom made you touch a piece of heaven since he had arrived in Australia but hell, it was like a dream your fragile mind marinated in as long as it lasted. 

Just the two of you. With people you both love and won’t judge. But after every dream there’s a harsh welcome to reality. 

“Tom…” you murmured absent-mindedly, fingers drawing circles on the beige armrest. A sign of nervousness perhaps since going back to London automatically implied the premier coming closer and closer which in turn meant your hide and seek with the world and press was over. And with Nate.

An inevitable cascade of cataclysmic events.

The Brit shuffled in his seat, arm reaching out to hand you the glass of orange juice, a welcome drink 'pregnant woman' edition.

Tom’s champagne bubbled temptingly but the wellbeing of your children was your absolute number one priority. No alcohol for as long as needed. “Darling, what is going on in the beautiful mind of yours?“ He asked carefully, the smile dropping as you rejected the drink sighing.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve asked my tailoress and she said 'it would be quite the challenge to hide those two' “ two fingers drawing quotation marks in the air while your heart ached and shifted. 

“What if we showed them?“ 

“W-What?“ 

“Y/n, you and the Mini-Hiddles make me the luckiest man alive. And I would be a fool if I didn’t show the whole world what I won. What we’ve created“ he purred, a gentle hand caressing your thigh in slow strokes.

The same charming smile you once fell in love with in the film studio met your anxious eyes as you turned to face your boyfriend. If you would be staring enough, it might even melt your doubts.

“But what if they take it from us again, Tom? You’ve seen what they’re capable of and how little I could do against it“. Your gaze dropped from his steel blues, memories of the colorful headlines which spread about a month ago returned to terrorize your sanity.

God, they even brought you to leave the love of your life for literally nothing.

“Hey, look at me“ he coaxed your gaze back up until you were drowning in the beauty of his face again. “My love, no one will ever be able to destroy our bond, okay? Not the press and most of all not Thompson“ the hatred and sneer embedded in British accent clearly audible when your ex's name slipped form his lips.

However, without a warning your lips sealed, your boyfriend’s passionate tongue demanding entrance and showing you what you meant to him.

Everything.

“You are no one to be hidden, darling. I want to scream it to the world that you’re the woman to carry my heart“ he whispered as your mouths parted a few centimeters, hot breaths fanning against wet lips. A herd of vivid butterflies began their journey through your veins, spreading Tom’s intoxicating love in your system like a drug. 

A big hand found your belly, more obvious as the twins grew, the warmth of his touch making one of them move. “Let’s show them what I did to you, hm?“ The sexual innuendo made both of your grin, your vocal cords summoning an enchanted giggle; testament to the effect Tom’s words had on you. 

“I’ll think about it, okay?“ You murmured, nibbling on his lower lip, eager for another of his heavenly kisses that were capable to make you forget about anything. To forget didn’t mean to heal, you knew that damn well but let a woman relax for once.

An approving hum vibrated against your skin making your thighs clench so deliciously involuntary. A unique effect only the charming dad of your unborn little treasures had and all to willingly used against you. 

“Love?“ Tom’s gravelly morning voice echoed across the big apartment after the Brit realized his gorgeous woman wasn’t laying curled up in his arms like usually. 

“Kitchen“ you chirped back, a happy smile curling your lips when the smell of fresh pancakes infiltrated your nostrils. It was late spring in London, birds singing their gleeful melodies and rays of a newborn sun creeping through every window alongside a warm, flowery breeze.

The pair of maternity leggings you deemed the most comfortable sat snugly around your baby bump while one of Tom’s notorious blue sweaters hid your upper body. They were far too comfortable and smelled perfectly like home.

The last few days in your shared home was cozy and calm. Cuddles weren’t rare and the sweet nothings Tom constantly whispered in your ears warmed your heart to the hilt and caused a broad smile to constantly be glued on your face. “Strawberries or chocolate?“ You asked the two tiny beings in your belly who were more and more active. And occasionally tormenting.

“How about one for each Hiddles?“ Tom quipped playfully as he appeared next to you, a fuzzy, white bath robe hugging the athletic man. “Hmmm, quite the genius today“. Your boyfriend’s laughter rung soothingly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist to lean your smaller body back against his.

“As if my hunger wasn’t already big enough to eat more than one“ you snickered placing Tom’s other hand on your belly to let him feel his moving offspring. “Fear not, little wonders. Granny is surely already preparing for a lavish dinner tonight“ he murmured, ocean blue orbs oozing pure devotion as he eyed your bump.

“Tom! I feel fat when you’re doing that. Stop“ you exclaimed with a traitorous smile on your lips. Oh, you always dreamt of becoming a mom and the journey was just as special as the real adventure yet to await you so you cherished every single day of pregnancy.

Even if some were nerve-wrecking and really exhausting.

A chiding eyebrow was raised at your comment, cute wrinkles forming on your man’s forehead as he looked you in the eye. “Nope“ he sad popping the p. “I won’t ever get tired of the sight of my gorgeous girlfriend. Especially now“ hot breath met your skin alongside his slightly suggestive comment, eliciting an adorable trail of goosebumps down your neck. 

Careful teeth began nibbling at your shoulder as you flipped the pancakes, placing tiny pieces of chocolate on top to melt. “Thomas“ you panted feeling the familiar heat built between your legs before your consciousness stepped in to avert a make out session in between a hot stovetop and not yet put away, freshly washed up knives.

The twins made you so much more cautious. However, it truly was for the better.

“Can- outch! Can you watch them for a sec? Your kids are playing baseball with my bladder“. Hasty steps rushed towards the bathroom, Tom’s amused laughter echoing from behind. Cheeky little shit. 

Scrolling through instagram in the quick moment of privacy you found an article about… you and Tom.

Of course, your shaky fingers clicked on it to find out what kind of misery you were accused of now. Secretly, you didn’t even want to know but nevertheless, it was important for your own pr and most of all Tom’s reputation you started to care about even more than your own. 

A snapshot of you and Tom arriving at London Heathrow in the early morning sprung at you, the thin beige coat luckily hiding your front completely so no baby alarm. “At least“ you murmured to yourself before scrolling down to see whatever headline this spontaneous spot at the airport might’ve caused. 

Not gonna lie, your were nervous but the confidence Tom’s honest and supporting love planted in your mind grew stronger with every day in his arms.

Perhaps it was ready to fight- or show?

<<Tom Hiddleston and girlfriend y/n Hemsworth happy after love vacation>> 

You had to blink twice before realization set in.

Desperately, you searched for the cheeky innuendo or harsh undertone but there were none. Not a single thing sounded bad about this.

Subconsciously, your mouth began to smile as you made a fateful decision. One that you hopefully wouldn’t regret and also finally silence Nate fucking Thompson forever.

Swatching tabs on your phone, you opened WhatsApp, the chat with your personal stylist of Prada lurking on top of the list. A determined sigh escaped your parted lips as skillful fingers began to type.

A surprise for Tom and the whole damn world. 

Hey, Clarisse. I’ve decided on the silver dress. Fitting on Friday sounds fine with me xx

“Darling, the pancakes are getting cold“ 

“Coming!“

“Oh god, y/n!“ Diana exclaimed inviting you in her opened arms after Tom helped you out of the thin jacket.

His mom was such a heartwarming personality, always super friendly and now totally obsessed with the thought of becoming a grandma. Twice.

“You’re glowing, darling! Pregnancy suits you“ she nearly sobbed, both hands on your shoulders and glassy eyes bathing in the sight of your belly. “I missed you, Diana“ you smiled warmly before the woman beckoned you in the dining room where her wooden table was already richly set, delicious scents coaxing you closer.

“That smells heavenly“ you mused with eyes closed feeling the appetite growing as if the babies had taken a cute little sniff as well. “Thank you, my dear. I am hosting a family dinner for four now after all“ the friendly lady chuckled, satisfied with the outcome of a whole day of stressful cooking. 

The urge to qualify as the perfect grandma-to-be was mighty. 

“Mom, what is that?“ Tom poked her amusedly, arms spread and gesturing towards the about four different meals she had prepared for your visit. A braised chicken alongside a bowl of steaming vegetables, Yorkshire Puddings, a Shepherd’s Pie, kidney pie and her notorious roasted tomato soup adorned the table.

Delicious treats everywhere you looked. 

“Thomas William Hiddleston“ you huffed, hands on your hips and nose scrunched from his rushed comment. 

However, Diana simply began to grin and giggle like a child as Tom’s puzzled gaze met yours, an apology quickly following before he put a chair in place for you to sit down. “I see…“ Diana snickered, a laughter layered in her voice as she leaned over to you. “Someone has properly replaced me“.

“Mom, please?“ Tom pouted cocking his head before the two most important women in his life bursted out in laughter. But as long as you were happy, his heart was as well.

“I am so happy for you, Tom. So proud of the life you’ve built“ she eventually smiled, patting her sons back as she weaved past behind him. Tom’s little smirk was beaming with satisfaction and love. The twins would have a wonderful family to spend time with, be it in Australia, be it here.

How could you have ever wished for something else?

This was the life you always wanted. Those were the people you wished to be around every day and you were ready to fight for it. To expose yourself and proof all those idiots wrong, dazzling them with the perfection of your new life.

“What do you mean you’re sick?” you nearly hollered in the phone, Irene, your personal hair stylist startled to the core. 

“Sorry Arielle but I’m defo stuck in the hotel. I’m feeling like shit” Chris tried to excuse himself after announcing he won’t be attending the premier as originally intended. A cold shiver ran down your spine, fresh fear coming straight from hell.

Your brother promised to be around to provide some emotional support after the the press escapades two months ago. The newfound confidence was thriving within you however, the thought of facing the world like that again still frightened you.

“But- but -but”.

“Shhh, sis. You got his. With or without me” he tried to calm you down, hot tears banging on your eyelids threatening to run free. But you knew there was no going back now. Ridiculous four hours were separating you from the relentless cameras and awkward interviews so there was no time for a mental breakdown even if you felt so powerless again.

Harsh coughs resounded from you phone, proving your brothers sudden indisposition. It wasn’t his fault, absolutely not but nevertheless, you were far from happy about the news. “My fingers are crossed for you. Tom will take good care of you, I’m sure” Chris voice dripped with this apologetic tone before you finally allowed him to say goodbye. 

“I can’t. I can’t do that” you muttered, your foot beginning to tap on the floor in a nervous, staccato fueled by all the messages of people wishing you good luck for tonight.

Chris won’t be coming, you repeated mentally what did absolutely nothing to enhance your quite awful situation. The tight silver dress was pompously lurking in the clothes bag and reminded you of the fateful decision you had made so imprudently while peeing this one damn morning.

Well, shoot.

“Y/n, you will look stunning” Irene smiled coyly, her skilled hands fixing strand after strand in an elaborate updo. “I know, thanks to you. But that’s not it… They hate my persona rather than my looks”. She sighed as heavy tears started to roll down your reddened cheeks, small sobs filling the dressing room. 

You weren’t aware of the nearing strides of your boyfriend whose smile dropped immediately when he laid eyes on your sad face. “Darling? What is wrong?” Tom tried to get a piece of your mind, squatting down to match your eye level with this steel blues. Normally they would remind you of the waves stacking at Aussie shores; your second home.

“I- it’s all fucked up” you whined throwing your hands up in despair, lucky to not have accidentally hit Irene. “What’s fucked up, love? I thought you were quite confident about the event?” the handsome Brit asked, his stubble of a beard gone along with the deserted James Conrad look and fresh aftershave radiating from his flawless skin.

He smelled so good, so alluring. 

No, no. Now wasn’t the time to let yourself get carried away by those pregnancy hormones. 

“Chris is sick”.

“Oh god… I didn’t know, darling. I’m so sorry” his soothing baritone met your eardrums, bare arms wrapping around your body to pull you in a tight hug. It felt like a relief to feel the pressure of him surrounding you, grounding your overstimulated, anxious mind as if by magic.

This man was a healing balm to any prick or itch that was burdening your soul. 

Breaths slowed down again, your hands starting to shake less as your pulse sunk in normal dimensions. “Don’t be. But- but I really don’t know if I can handle it” your voice was a feeble sound, the whimper of a skittish animal.

But that’s what happens after months of being terrorized by Nate and gaining 'special' reputation through boulevard papers…

“Haven’t you seen the post about the paparazzi shot at the airport? No bad blood this time, love” Tom began parting from your body to rest his forehead against yours, almond eyes staring directly in yours leaving you not a single inch to hide your emotions.

“And do know you why?” The rhetorical question hung heavy in the air as a last tear ran down your cheek to pool at the seam of your top. 

“Because you looked genuinely happy. There was no grain of reluctancy in your gorgeous eyes, not a single sign of insecurity. Just the joyful, honest version of yourself and it amazed the people” he continued with this kind of gravel in his lower voice that had you on your knees if not sitting. A gentle thumb drew lavish circles on your neck while those spells of eyes captivated you. 

Perhaps he was right. But your decision had been made nonetheless. A decision Tom didn’t know about just yet. His most recent information was that you would be wearing a wide gown to cover the bump. “Surprise“ you eventually murmured, still unsure whether to feel positive about it again.

Not being able to turn your head due to Irene working her magic you just awkwardly pointed at the dress, wordlessly trying to make Tom understand what it meant. 

“You- are you sure?“ He murmured, eyes still staring at the skin tight gown with its flamboyant train. It would accentuate your baby bump perfectly, no, it would just magically draw all the rapt attention like an alien, hiding nothing. You took in every exited twitch of Tom’s chiseled features and the small shadows Irene’s styling lamp casted beneath those razor sharp cheekbones. 

An approving hum left your lips after you prevailed over your demons, starting to feel comfortable again as your boyfriend’s ocean blue ors sparkled with joyful anticipation. He was ready to present you to the world and so were you; finally having made peace with your past and stronger than ever.

Gosh, maybe those hormones were really doing you dirty but Tom had always have a massive effect on your mood and the time he spent with you was like an intense therapy to your once shattered heart. The love you were harboring for him served as romantic testament. 

“I love you, Tommy“. “God, darling. You have no idea how much you mean to me“ The handsome man smiled peppering two kisses on each side of your cheeks, the salty residue of tears making him lick his lips. This rosy tongue flicking and swirling so freely, silently propelling your thoughts in improper directions.

Tempting idiot.

“Y/n!! Tom!! Look here“ the cameras capturing you as soon as the director had finished his little speech and cleared the red carpet for the first appearance of ‘The Moralizer’s biggest stars.

Of course, you and Tom were to step out first as actors of the two leading roles and in a poor fragment of a second you became the centre of attentions, photographers’s pointers pushing the buttons of cameras relentlessly and eager interviewers’ eyes widening at your prominent bump. 

“You’re doing amazing, love. Show them how perfect our life is“ Tom whispered in your, his trademark charm suiting his godly bone structure so flawlessly. This man was a statuesque Adonis wearing a tailor-made black suit with a light blue dress shirt that matched the blueish undertone in the glitter of your dress.

Intoxicated by the feeling to enjoy this flurry of photographer’s flashlights and the exited yells and screams of fans who were lucky enough to get a ticket for the premiere, you began to marinate in your own position. On his side

Turning to your boyfriend and smiling so blissfully, you leaned over to welcome a gentle kiss on your dark red lips.

People were going crazy, the lighting like experience intensifying until you parted again smiling at each other with nothing but content love. It felt good, natural even as you reminded yourself of Tom’s words to be proud, swankily happy about your life even.

And it worked. At least for now your magic was transmitted.

You somehow stopped caring about whatever hate Nate might spread after this. Your life was about to really get started now and a career on the world’s big screens knocked at your door hence this poor excuse of a man could screw himself.

After a few minutes of posing and showing off your baby bump that was so perfectly highlighted by the silver, glittery Prada piece, Jeff Goldbloom and your other co-stars were making their appearance. Time for you to step forward, indulging in the interviews.

The part you feared even more but Tom’s right grip around your waist sprinkled ease on your face.

“Oh my god! You two look absolutely stunning tonight“ the young lady noted, the camera capturing the three of you from the opposite site. “Thank you“ Tom smiled nodding respectfully what made the woman blush in record time.

Such a handsome boyfriend you had. And he was all yours jealousy whispered in your ear.

“And what a surprise, you two!?“ She continued pointing at your bump, your hands curling around the twins home. Protectively yet proud. Now, it was time to deliver a package to your ex. A juicy package everyone would understand and a last ever wave with a white handkerchief towards his sinking ship.

“Indeed“ you chuckled, taking the mic the exited, friendly lady was handing you, keen on getting more information. “I guess I just found my perfect match and well, love happens“. Greedy eyes widened, the journalist sucking in every word before Tom took over, his seductive voice layered with the undeniable anticipation to become a dad he carried since day one.

“We are happier than ever and this pregnancy is just the greatest gift I ever received. Along this wonderful woman, of course“ he winked in the camera grinning, before pulling you closer against his body. “That is wonderful news! Congratulations!“ The Lady exclaimed, her voice ascending in higher pitches from sheer excitement of being the first to have some details and statements regarding your pregnancy.

“What do you think would Nate Thompson say?“ She suddenly asked, nudging your happiness and resolutions dangerously close to this familiar, cold edge of worries and a macabre hide and seek game. The mic was handed to you once again however, this time your hand was hesitant, shaking for a moment as you struggled to find back.

But Tom was there for you, exactly like he promised.

A soothing arm wrapped around your back, his pointer carefully stroking the side of your arm. Breathing for a second you could feel his energy surging trough your nervous veins, calming them down like benzodiazepines. But good ones, keeping your consciousness sharp and your wit ready.

“You know-“ you began calmer than ever, almost bored of hearing his name “I really stopped caring about his opinion on how I live my life long time ago. Tom is giving me so much more than I ever dreamt of and I hope Nate’s new girlfriend does the same. I wish him all the best but I definitely won’t be looking back anymore“. 

“Sounds like a fair clean break“ the woman turned back to the camera gesturing towards you. “Thank you so much for the quick talk, Tom Hiddleston and y/n Hemsworth. Now enjoy your new movie 'The Moralizer' which is now playing in cinemas all around the world“ she ended the interview before Tom dragged you along to meet the small exclusive line of fans who were all holding out phones, movie posters and pens eagerly waiting for you.

“You are a hell of a woman, did you know that?“ Tom whispered with the most charming smile on his velvet lips, the compliment on your statement dripping like sweet honey from his tongue. Earning a subtle wink and a filthy promise for what would happen after the event, the Brit drowned in your beauty now that you found your confidence again shining even brighter.

Like all the glittering stars in a perfectly clear night sky.

“Tom, Y/n!! A photo please!!“ The fans cried out in sheer excitement as you finally devoted yourselves to the crowd behind the hip-high safety wall.

Together.

“Nothing?“ 

“Nope. Not a single comment“ you chirped after checking the tabloids for any reactions of Nate.

But there were none. You had silenced him once and for all. “God, I am so proud of you, darling. Come and get yourself some cuddles“ Tom cooed wriggling fingers nearing your waist as he threatened you with a tickle attack. 

The screen of you phone stayed bright for a little longer while your gleeful laughter resonated form all four walls of your bedroom, your body writhing and quivering under Tom’s greedy but loving hands. The scent of the exact same pasta he had made when you visited for the first time crept through the door slits. 

All alone and abandoned the bright pink headlines of some of the most influential tabloids presented themselves on the screen of your phone sliding down the mattress…

< Hollywood’s hottest couple expecting their first child - father-to-be Tom Hiddleston “couldn’t be happier“ >

< Y/n Hemsworth pregnant - 'The Moralizer' premiere taking a lovely turn >

thank you for reading and get ready for the epilogue following next Saturday on @holdmytesseract 's blog :)

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only you.

Thor x WoC reader

reader comes home a little tipsy and Thor has to remind her, she’s the ONE.

Warnings: Slightly smutty? Insecurities, Thor is that man. Reader is tipsy but she’s totally ok with her man dickin her down.

note: this is my big story back, I don’t think I’ve posted in like a year? not sure, also this is super rushed so not super proud but I had to get it out my head. Also there’s going to be an alternative version of this because I couldn’t decide how I wanted this to go. That will be posted in a week or 2. I have a hard time writing Thor idk way, he’s one of my favs but such a complex character I think. Also only one mention of readers complexion but can be read by anyone.

don’t give permission for my works to be used in any form. If you likes it reblog, share it, love it all that good shit.

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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach. 

Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago. 

She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.

She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard. 

“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight. 

“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.

“Do you need water little one?” 

“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock. 

She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room. 

She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.

“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember. 

“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. 

“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“

But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs. 

They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan. 

“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock. 

She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand. 

“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy. 

“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his. 

“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“

“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again. 

His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him. 

“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully. 

The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again. 

“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade” 

“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly. 

“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt. 

“I am yours completely” Thor said before he swiftly buried his thick cock in her til the hilt, her eyes rolled back as her loud gasped filled the quiet room. 

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All I Wanted Was You

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.

WC: 3540

Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}

So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)

And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭

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They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.

So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?

You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.

You're left with nothing but your fear.

Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.

The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.

Thor.

He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.

The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.

You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.

So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.

Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.

But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.

The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.

Safe.

The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.

He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.

Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.

You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.

But Thor, he was extraordinary.

The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.

He was everything you were not.

It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.

Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.

Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.

That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.

That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.

Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.

And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.

You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.

He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.

But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.

Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.

It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.

A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.

Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.

But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.

That's when everything began to blur.

You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.

It all came crashing down.

Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.

If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.

Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.

Stay behind him.

Always stay behind him.

Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.

Then, to run.

Run.

Run.

Run.

The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.

His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.

Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.

All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?

No.

He was not.

As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.

The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.

You were launched out and onto the floor.

It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.

The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.

That's when the creature turned his attention to you.

You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.

You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.

The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.

He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.

When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.

And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.

All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.

The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.

But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.

The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.

The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.

Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.

“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"

A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.

Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.

There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.

You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.

But, your body trembled in fear.

Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.

“I think not. We have use of her."

He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.

Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.

Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.

He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.

You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.

And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.

In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.

But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.

The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.

Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.

Everything.

It was Thor.

Your Thor. Your everything.

He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.

The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.

Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.

He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.

He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.

The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.

Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.

It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.

You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.

You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.

But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.

You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.

You could see it all.

And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.

Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.

You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.

It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.

“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.

He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.

When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.

Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.

And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.

They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.

Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.

The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.

You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.

“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."

The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.

"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."

It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.

He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.

Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.

His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.

More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.

But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.

"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."

Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.

"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”

The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.

Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.

Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.

You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.

You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.

Run.

Fight.

Scream.

Just do something.

But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.

But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.

To stop it from hurting.

He couldn’t.

All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.

All he could do was stare and scream.

It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.

It was worse than anything.

It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.

It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.

And it was all because of you.

That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.

The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.

Everything after that was darkness.

No memories, no thoughts, nothing.

Just darkness.

All he wanted was you.

All he needed was you.

And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Darling, You Killed Me

Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)

Words: ~4.6 k

Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.

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“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”

“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”

“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”

“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”

“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”

Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.

Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.

The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.

And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.

“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”

Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.

But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.

As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.

Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.

All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”

“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”

You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.

It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.

“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”

“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”

“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”

“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”

“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.

“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.

“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.

“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”

All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.

You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.

As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.

“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”

This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.

Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.

“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”

He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.

“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”

“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”

“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”

“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”

His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”

“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.

Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.

“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”

As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.

“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”

That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.

When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.

“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”

“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”

You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.

Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.

Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.

“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”

“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”

That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.

“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”

“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”

“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”

Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.

“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”

You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.

When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”

“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”

“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”

“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”

“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”

He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.

Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.

“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”

Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.

“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”

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Shine

Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian! female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1820 words

Outline: The grandmaster grants you the best prize in Sakaar. But does he want to be your prize?

Warnings: feather play, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, oral (f! receiving), face riding, power play, praise kink, rough play, size kink, the reader has golden tattoos.

Author’s Note: Requested by @mercurial-make-em-ups here. Set during Thor's time in Sakaar. Thanks to @heygoodgirly for choosing the positions for me :) Was tons of fun to write!

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NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“Look at you, my shiny prize all ready for me, who would have thought?” 

You smirk as you walk inside the vast room, your heels clicking on the floor making your way to him. Thor Odinson, the famous Asgardian prince who has now fallen of grace here, only for you, in Sakaar. 

You were wearing a golden wrap dress, opting for no underwear since there was truly only one thing you wanted from this night. The grandmaster was kind enough to grant you a whole night with the prince making him your precious champion and prize. 

You were a powerful rich woman, self-made, thrice a widow and you had been living close by to this planet for a while now, long before the destruction of Asgard. Yet you never had the pleasure to meet Thor before.

Thor is sitting on the bed, his arms and legs crossed looking at you. Somehow he looked much more handsome with the short hair and his eye patch, something raggedy, rough, and far more human. He was hard to resist and he was everything you ever wanted. 

“I’m all yours my lady.” He smiles softly and gestures for you to sit. You shake your head at his reaction and move closer to him. 

“Do you know what I want from you?”

“Oh, I know. I know very well.”

“Good. Very good. And would you do anything I ask of you?”

“Anything for you, my lady.” 

“Start with your armor. I wanna see you.” 

You look at him to just see how obedient he could be and you watch him as he carefully disposes of all of his clothes. Starting from the breastplate and going to the heavy pants and then he seemingly teases you as he is taking off his underwear. Your mouth hangs open at the sight of his cock. Enormous, girthy, and ever so veiny. You salivate at the thought and the sight as he sits back in the bed with a smirk on his face. Oh, he knew the effect he had on you, on any woman really. 

It almost made you wonder who was truly in control.

You place a finger in your hair, tied to a loose bun, and by pulling off a golden feather you set them free and loose, holding the feather. Then you bring it to his body, dragging it slowly from his inner thighs to his chest, and watch him as he breathes in and out at your actions. 

Thor looked so beautiful, all naked illuminated by the night lights coming in from the bedroom window. You move the feather across his cock, which is now getting twitchy for you, growing bigger and bigger. It makes your heart beat faster knowing you can tease him like that. 

After a few more minutes of teasing him with the feather, you set it aside and climb on the bed. You pull another feather that’s on your side, holding the golden fabric together, and allow him to watch your body bare and naked just for him. Your chest was covered in different golden scribblings, phrases, and mantras from the celestials and the ancient ones. 

“Is that..” Thor reaches out curiously with his hand but you only push it away. You settle on the other end of the bed with your legs open and he watches you with his mouth hanging open. He can’t figure out what you want. 

“Write.” You smirk. “Write what you can read on me.” Thor’s eyes open wide and he reaches for the papyrus by his bedside table, picking it up alongside the feather and ink. 

“Right here.” You gesture to him, to the area between your bare legs, and watch him as he obediently, lays on his stomach placing the papyrus very close to your pussy. With the end of the feather, he could touch your pussy, teasing you as well. 

He stares at your body and touches you with his fingertips when he needs to look at the different words and symbols. Every time he writes down the right sentence, you compliment him with a smile and a “good boy”. Thor is fascinated by you and that makes you feel incredibly happy. 

Your fingers are on his cheek softly caressing him as he scribbles looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes. He drags the top of the feather against your pussy lips with an innocent move as your pussy begins to wet. 

“You want help with that?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“You seem like a very hungry boy.”

“Oh, I am.”

He puts the feather down and hands you the papyrus before placing his hands on your thighs and his tongue on your pussy. 

You are reading the content of the papyrus to him as his tongue works on you. He starts with the flat of his tongue dragging it up and down, tasting your sweet juices, followed by teasing your clit with the tip of your tongue, circling it around. 

You can’t help but moan between words, trying hard not to grab his hair and force-feed him your pussy. You are curious about what he likes to do and he is also curious about what you like. 

He continues though more forcefully dragging and working his tongue and his lips on your pussy, alternating between soft kisses too long licks. Then he adds a scissored finger, followed by another one, stretching you open. You drop the paper off your hands and grip his head while you start to move your pussy against his face. You couldn’t resist it anymore.

He smirks at your reaction and lets you ride his face however you like, pressing and pressing your pussy against his face, him holding you by your thighs wrapping his hands around them. 

“Thor, fuck me, please!” You plead out as your orgasm hits you, causing his beard to drench in your juices. 

Your body is trembling but you want more, so much more…

Thor lets go of your pussy sitting back against the bed frame and pulling you alongside him. Your legs on his legs, sitting in his embrace. It felt incredibly romantic given the circumstances and you knew that Thor wanted this as much as you did. He grabs your legs and brings them closer to him before gripping you on the hips.

You quickly realize what he wants to do, as he pushes his cockhead inside you and settles your legs on his shoulders. 

He already makes you feel so full. His hands move to your ass and he grabs it as he slowly moves his cock inside your pussy, looking down to watch as you easily swallow him in. 

“You ever gotten fucked by a fat cock before?” He asks you and his breath feels hot against your face. Your lean your body backward, shoving your breasts at his face as his cock is stretching you out, making it hard for you to reply. 

“With the way you moan, I know it’s been a while.” He chuckles and gradually sets a pace, that lets him move his cock further and further inside you until he hits your g-spot. It fills glorious like your tightness is swallowing his cock whole like his cock was meant to fuck you like that.

The position eased him very well, to look at you and fuck you deeply. Exactly how he always liked it. 

He continues, for as long as he likes, watching you moan and try to fuck yourself back to him whenever he stops for a break.

“Can’t seem to want to spend one moment unfucked?”

“Is…only one night…” You mewl, staring at him. 

“Then you need a break or several, trust me. I’ve seen girls break their backs before on my cock and is not funny. Imagine your body hurting so much you can no longer take me.” He raises an eyebrow, almost scolding you. “We wouldn’t want that to happen, do we?”

You pout at him, you were supposed to be in control but you know he is right. He carefully slips out his cock as he is kissing your neck and shoulders, easing your legs down and massaging your muscles. 

After a few more moments, he lays you down, turning you to your side and pulling you close to him, he kisses your face sweetly before seemingly getting up from the bed. You settle your weight on your hand as you watch him, stand close to the edge of the bed, and rub his cock a few times.

Then his attention returns to you, he moves his palm against your pussy and you rise up your legs to which he tells you no. “Keep 'em closed. I want you tight for me.”

Then Thor enters you again, pushing his cockhead against your pussy lips from the back, straddling your body.

You knew what Thor liked for sure. Deep ass penetration. That one thing was for sure. He does the same as before resting both of his hands on your body and pushing his cock inside you. 

The twisted angle from this position feels so good, it allows Thor’s cock to hit you deep and fill you up exactly how he likes. He goes slowly thrusting gently almost romantically until he is sure you have rested a little and then he sets a brutal pace.

Now the room is filled with the sound of slapping skin on skin, your wetness dripping on the sheets on the bed as he fucks you like he wants to own you. 

He grunts as he does so. You were keeping your legs so tightly together for him, giving a firm hold on his fat cock, almost struggling to keep your body up, glancing to look at his concentrated face, fucking your pussy like that.  

He is brutal and fast and rough and you can’t help but beg him to cum inside you, but he only laughs at you.

“You know I’m the god of fertility, right?” He stops his movements and slips his cock out of your hole grunting for the last time about the tightness. 

“Come here, open your mouth.” You obey, hopping around quickly like a bunny, hanging your mouth open and your tongue just for him.

And with a couple more strokes he shoots his load inside your mouth and it feels so warm and so good. Watching this specimen of men holding his fat cock with his huge arm, his eyes lightening up with his cum. What an image. 

When he pushes you back down on the bed and towers your body with his shoving his cock back to your pussy, you don’t protest, you only let him show you well and thoroughly that he can fuck a lady. 

That’s truly what you wanted anyway. And perhaps you make plans to keep the grandmaster happy with various gifts to potentially keep Thor as your own champion…

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Kinktober 2022, Day 24: Xenophilia

What’s Mine is Theirs

Summary:  you love Tyler’s accent

Pairings:  Tyler Rake X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, coercion, humiliation kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, filming without knowledge, voyeurism, cream pie, claiming, 18+ ONLY

Xenophilia is an attraction to foreign peoples, cultures, or customs.

Word Count:  1.6K

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"Oh come on," your friend giggles as she tries to pull you into a different bar. "I haven't seen Lance all day, and I know my man is missing me," you look at the blacked out windows of the bar in question. There was always something...off about Lance and his friends. They always seemed like it was a treasure to be in their presence.

"Tyler will be there," she gives you a smirk, backing up to the bar. "And Tyler has been looking for a special someone. He's still single, and a man that looks like that, won't be for too long. Come on," her body jiggles around, and you look back at the bar.

Tyler was godlike beautiful. It wasn't right to have a man that looking like that freely walking around. Everything about him from his perfect haircut, piercing blue eyes, tattoos, and most importantly that accent. Tyler was typically quiet, but when he opened his mouth and sweetly called you princess, you were ready to drop to your knees.

"Lance said everyone's there, and drinks are on the house for us," she tucks her hair behind her ear, and you spot a brand new Cartier Love bracelet around her wrist, and you pull at her hand, "Hey, I earned that. Lance has a matching one."

You start to open your mouth to protest, but she's already heading into the bar, "It's official now."

You had your reservations with his friends. Although, it was true he adored your friend, and treated the other friend's girlfriends and wives with respect, they all wore that same bracelet, well almost all. Your friend had been missing one for awhile. A bracelet that didn't come off unless you had a special tool. With a sigh, and a pit in your stomach you decide to follow her. Missing someone walking behind you to lock the door, and turn off the open sign.

You follow her as she pulls you to the bar, and a set of icy blue eyes stares at you from an upstairs room, "All doors are locked?" He asks, zeroing in on Sam who serves you a drink. Watching him like a hawk, he was not Jax and didn't need anything slipped in there.

"Yes, they're all locked," Ransom grunts sitting down, and pulling his girl over to his lap. "Batteries are charged, and all wires are connected. Now, it's up to you to get her in the room."

"What makes you think this is going to work?" Curtis asks watching you as well. "She's careful. You saw the footage, she struggled to even come in here. Being claimed terrifies her."

"It always does in the beginning. Find a girl that fits your needs, soften them up, and then send them through the initiation. They all become a puddle. They reap the benefits of the brotherhood, just like we do," Tyler gives you a smile as he watches you move into the middle of the floor. Your eyes watching every wrist there, and most were chained up just like your friend.

"Well go on. You waiting on the Professor to make sure that you can comply?" Curtis chuckles, looking down at his Yuki. She blows up a kiss to her man, before she goes to leave the floor. "You think she'll be able to handle your brand of kink?"

"Of course. It's not about pain, as much as humiliation. Their cunts are always tighter when they're ashamed. They're body less pliable, and you have to force them around. Have a good day gentleman, you too, Dove. I think Ransom needs another chase. You're making things too easy for him."

Tyler pops a mint into his mouth as he heads down to the bar. Judging by the cameras you were at the very least interested. Babydoll had used his name as a tactic to get you to come in, and even though you denied it, you still came inside willingly.

He hates reducing himself down to silly little plays, but he does. Running into you, and apologizing when your drink spills down your front, "I'm sorry, Princess. I ruined your dress."

"It's fine. I'm okay, and," you look up realizing that it's Tyler that had bumped into you, and his cheeky little grin has you clenching your thighs. God, he was so pretty. Disgustingly pretty, and you couldn't look away from him when he says your name.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some extra clothes around here somewhere," he gently grabs at your hand, and your friend smiles, pushing you towards him, before turning to dance with her boyfriend, and you turn to follow Tyler.

He takes you into a private room, where there was random costumes, and clothes. "You guys have burlesque shows or something?" You hold up a showgirl style outfit giggling.

"Or something," he answers, ruffling through some clothes. "Dammit," he looks at his reflection, before pulling off one of his shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his stomach, and there was even more tattoos. "Here," he wraps the shirt around you, helping you put your arms in, and ties it at the bottom.

"Can't even tell I made a mess of your dress. I can replace it."

You had never heard him speak so much, and it made you weak. His voice was so low and gravely, and that Australian accent had a flood of arousal rushing to your core. "It's fine. It was something I'd had for years. Your shirt is a nice touch."

"I like seeing my shirt on you."

"Oh, yeah? Where else would you like to see your shirt?" You were getting bold. A little bit of liquid courage, and some privacy, and it had you ready to do this man's bidding.

"Currently I'd like to see it in the floor," his calloused fingers caress your cheeks, and his thumb gently rubs over your lips. It was intoxicating. More so than the alcohol that was rushing to your limbs. Your body heats up, and you swear you stumble closer to him.

"The shirt I'm wearing, or the one you're wearing?"

"Why not both?" You whisper out a yes, and he reaches towards you, pulling up your dress. His hands immediately go to needing your breasts when he crashes his lips to yours.

A free hand snakes under your panties, spreading out your arousal, "What's got you so wet, Princess?" You whisper out a you, and pull of his own shirt. Your hands run over his chiseled chest, and he rips off your panties.

"Tyler!"

"You won't be needing those," pushing on your ass, he presses you up against him, and his bulge on your front makes you gasp, and you pull at his pants. "You're all the same," he groans, letting his pants fall to the ground.

With one swift move he lifts you up, and sinks you over him, and you stare owlishly at him when he bottoms out.

Walking towards a wall, he slams your back into it. His mouth assaults your neck, and he pushes your face over to the side. With his hands tightly around your thighs, he starts slamming you over his thick length, and that's when you see the camera. "I'm gonna make you a star, Princess," his hand reaches to a shelf, and he clicks a tv on, and you see your ruined face.

Tyler starts shoving you over him, cackling. "Yep, there is is. Your cunt is much tighter once you know they're all watching you."

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper, "The whole club is watching you getting impaled by my cock. There's worse though, so much worse. You think you can handle all of it?"

"What?"

"We own you now. Fucking hell!" He grunts when you clench down tight around him. "All this talk about Babydoll and her bracelet. Pledging her loyalty to her man, and to us. We'll protect you. Give you a life you could only dream of, and only one thing in return?"

"What's that?" You ask turning to look at him. His forehead presses against your own, and you already know.

"You're pussy. Your friends does have a sweet little snatch. Sharing is not a requirement after initiation. They all want to share though. Why wouldn't you," he moves back to your neck, chucking on you, "If you weren't making such a mess on my cock, I would think you cared. You want this. They're all watching you. Some probably are fucking someone, getting sucked off, having someone ride their face. To the brotherhood," he screams as he stabs up into you harshly.

You black out from the way he ruts into you. He was so deep, and he knew he owned you. You were a wreck. Screaming his name to the heavens like a beautiful prayer, and just thinking about someone getting off on your pleasure, "They'll love you Princess, and you shall be mine. Always mine," Tyler is relentless as he buries himself to the hilt. A succession of grunts and expletives as he searches for his release. "Fuuuckkk! Are you mine? Say it. Say it, or you won't cum."

You try and think about what all that means, but come up blank. Only the pleasure he was giving you, but the prospect of not coming over this man's glorious cock has you ready to cry. "I'm yours!"

Tyler's cock is demanding, slamming into your wet heat, when you let out an otherworldly sob. Coming hard over him, and he shoots thick ribbons of his spend into your womb. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder, and he carries you out of the room, still buried deep in you. Your releases dripping out of you when he shows you off to the group, "To the brotherhood and our precious Omegas!" Grabbing up a beer, he downs the brew quickly. "Princess, if you weren't fluttering around me, I would think you didn't like this."

"It's personal."

"Get used to it. What's mine is theirs."

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bigger than the whole sky - g.h

midnights masterlist | the great war | paris

summary: the one where you admit your feelings for Gale and then the world falls apart

wordcount: 4.0k

warnings: mass bombings, death, mass murder, the bombing of District 12 was similar to a genocide so beware of that

“Can I ask you a question?” You looked up at him, lifting your head up from his shoulder. 

He nodded and you were silent. How did you ask him if he still loved Katniss even if she was in the games again? How do you find out if he loves you back? You wished you could put up more of a fight, ask him the truth but you couldn’t do it. 

“Do you still wish you could-“ you stopped yourself, rewording again in your head. You couldn’t just ask him if he still loved her like that, “Do you think Katniss could make it out?” 

He nodded, “I do,” there was silence after that and to you, that answered both of your questions. 

If you could, you would spend your whole life sitting on that hill with Gale, watching the sun set across the meadows. He had asked you to run away with him only a year earlier and this part of you wished that you had gone with him when he asked. 

You never liked Gale. Throughout your entire time at school, he was the most annoying person to you and you only ever talked to him when Katnis did. 

She was your best friend, the other half of you and you two would go out into these woods whenever you could. She was good at hunting and you were relatively good at the dressing and then selling it. 

Around three years ago, she had invited Gale out into the woods with you and since the moment that he caught you from falling into the river, you had become inseparable; you’d learnt that he wasnt as annoying as you had always assumed. 

Before the 74th Hunger Games, you had realised your crush on Gale. You had ignored it, buried it down into your chest so that nobody else would know. You knew he had feelings for Katniss and so you left it alone. 

When she went into the games the first time, you had become inseparable with Gale, more so than ever before. Now, as she was in it again, you leant on one another. You don’t remember who you were before him. 

“We should go,” you said, stopping your reminicising as you looked at him. You were getting lost in situations and circumstances and the small chance that maybe he had feelings for you to. You couldn’t allow yourself to think like that. 

Since Katniss went into the 75th games, the peacekeeper prescience had increased and neither of you felt safe on the hill anymore. 

He nodded, standing up and offering his hand for you. He pulled you up and you stumbled a little bit, bracing yourself on his chest. 

You looked at him, eyes slightly wide. You were so close you could kiss him here, kiss him in the isolation of the meadow. A part of you wondered whether his eyes actually did just flick between your lips and your eyes or if your love was blinding you. 

You muttered a thank you before pulling yourself away. You knew where he stood, you knew he loved Katniss and you knew he wouldnt kiss you back if you did it. 

So instead, you looked away, tears burning behind your eyes as you thought of it. 

The walk back to the square was slow. The entirety of District Twelve were feeling the effects of the games. There were peacekeepers everywhere, they were blocking the black markets and people were starting to starve. 

You spotted Gales family in the crowd and the two of you walked over, his arm wrapped round you to keep you close - he knew how much you hated the crowds. 

Hazelle, his mother, gave you a warm smile as the two of you joined the crowds that were watching the games. It was mandatory at this point, to watch the games as it came to its end. The sun was setting over Twelve but within the games, it was pitch black. 

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the games unfold. Katniss had just been presumably attacked by Johanna in the woods and you gasped alongside all of the other members of Twelve. 

You looked up at Gale and you could see the fear in his eyes. You could feel your stomach sink; you hated the way that he looked at her. 

It was sick. You knew that it was wrong. You shouldn’t envy a girl who had been put into the games twice within two years but you wished he would look at you that way, with that adoration in his eyes. 

You reached down, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. He squeezed it back, a signal that you two had developed over the years to make sure that each other were okay when silence was mandatory. 

There was silence over District Twelve as they all watched the games on the big screen. The only noise that could be heard was the commotion of the games and the sound of Peacekeepers clicking their guns into place. 

It was silent as you all watched Katniss wrap the coil around her arrow and aim it at the sky. You could hear Gales breath hitch in his chest as she shot the arrow into the force field that surrounded the games. 

The lights cut out. 

Everyone looked at one another as they wondered why the feed in the games had cut out? What was going on? Why did Katniss do that? What was going to happen next? Every single thing she touched turned into ashes, it all fell apart in her hands and now she had taken control. If this was an act of rebellion, you would be proud of her. 

Everyone was asking themselves the same questions about the commotion in the games and so were the Peacekeepers as they looked at one another, all of them listening to some sort of comms message in their headsets.

Hazelle grabbed the boys tight, Rory was about thirteen and Vick ten but it didnt stop her from being worried about them. She looked over at the two of you, wondering if there was some plan that you knew about and she didn’t.

gale just shook his head. None of them knew what was going on.

Posy, his five year old sister, tugged onto his trouser leg and he looked down at her. She was so young to have to watch this all unfold and now something was really wrong, he didnt want her getting caught up in anything. He picked her up, holding her against his chest, her head tucked into his shoulder. 

You reached over, brushing a hand over her hair and she looked at you with a smile. She had no clue what was going on, only that something was clearly wrong. 

“What are we going to do?” You said quietly as you leaned over, looking up at him. 

He shrugged. Gale was so confused, “She’s rebelled, we’re all in trouble,” he replied, pursing his lips when he saw a Peacekeeper walk past. 

The commotion was starting to turn to chaos. The members of District twelve were beginning to yell and ask for answers, wondering why their heroic Katniss would do something like this. They needed answers or this would soon become a mob.

Thats when he walked on stage, Head Peacekeeper Thread. 

You could see Gale visibly tense up at the sight of him. You would never be able to remove the image of him tied up to that post, getting whipped over and over again out of your head. It was the worst thing you had ever seen and it had happened to the man you loved. Now the man responsible for it was parading around town, destroying the soul of your beloved district. 

He tapped the microphone before speaking into it with his gruff and unkind voice, “Everyone back to your house!” He yelled out.

The crowd went silent at the mans demand. This was proof that something had gone wrong in the arena and everyone had a guess what it was; an uprising. 

”Now” he commanded and everyone started to disperse. 

You followed Gale and his family home, Hazelle didn't want you to be alone in that hostel you were staying at with all of those people in the dodgy side of town. 

Everyone was silent as they walked towards their houses. There was an air of something and you could tell that there was a tension. Nobody had any answers and the Peacekeepers basically locking them in their houses made people anxious. 

She sat in the living room of Gales house, unable to sit down. Your best friend was in that arena and nobody had any clue what was going on and it made you sick to the stomach. Then the thought of Gale worrying about her made her ill too and she grabbed onto the mantelpiece, looking at the only ever picture of their full family before the mining accident. 

“You okay darling?” Hazelle asked and you turned around, putting on a smile. 

“Just stressed, but everyone is,” you shrugged, trying to seem positive. 

She nodded, “This is bad, isn’t it?” You could hear the fear in her voice and you wished that there was something that you could say to calm her nerves but this was really bad. 

With hesitance, you nodded your head, “Let’s just wait, we dont need to jump to conclusions,” you said before excusing yourself. 

You walked into Gales room and sat down on his bed. A smile came to your face as you looked at the picture that rested on his bedside table. It was the only picture that the two of you shared and it was from the party thrown for all nineteen year olds when they aged out of the games. You both had the widest grins on your faces. 

“Thats my favourite picture in the world,” he stated. 

A bitter feeling soaked through your chest as you put it back, eyes landing of the one of him and Katniss and Prim, “I thought that was,”

Gale didnt seem to get the hint because he just shrugged it off, sitting down nect to you, “Nah, you’re too pretty in that one,” he teased. 

“Gale,” you chastised. He knew that you hated it when he complimented you but he always did it anyway. 

He always assumed that you must have been self conscious and didnt like the compliments for that reason. It was actually because it hurt too much when he would compliment you, like the words burnt a hole in your chest because you knew that he didnt love you like you wanted him to. 

It was wrong to be thinking about that, to be jealous of your best friend just because of some guy, especially in the situation you were in right now but you couldn’t help the way it bubbled up in your chest. He made it worse as he placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you it was okay.

“If she rebelled-“ you started to say. 

He cut you off nearly immediately, “She did, she finally rebelled,” there was a sense of pride in his words and there it came again, that wave of bile in your throat.

”Fine,” you spat the words out and he instantly noticed how cold you were being, “This is bad Gale. She’s got us in trouble. They might kill us for knowing her,” 

Like any best friend would, he sensed your worry and reached down, grabbing your hand and squeezing it once just like he had when you were watching the attack. It would normally calm you down but all of your emotions were heightened and you didnt even realise what you were doing before you tugged your hand away. 

He muttered your name and you stood up, hands covering your stomach like you were trying to fight away the sickening feeling. 

“What’s going on?” He asked. 

You shrugged, turning away from him. You couldn’t even look at him. There was some part of you that could see the end coming and it was trying to tell him how you felt. You had to use all of your strength to push those words down. 

You shook your head, “I’m scared,”

You couldn’t see him but you knew that he had stood up because there was a loud noise of a spring creaking that always came from standing up off of his old bed. 

“What’s going on?” He repeated the question, this time more forcefully. 

The tension was rising in the room and you could feel your head pounding. You couldnt bring yourself to turn around and look at him, have a normal conversation like a civilised human. You knew that if you turned around and looked into his gorgeous eyes that you would fall apart, spewing out all of the feelings that you had been burying in the last year. 

“Leave it Gale, its not worth it,” your voice was less aggressive now, just quiet. You had a lot to pine about, all of these years you pined over him and now knowing you could tell him was breaking your heart. 

“If we’re gonna die then you might as well tell me,” he stated. 

He was right and you hated that. This might be your last time to ever tell him and even then you couldnt bring yourself to say it. You felt the shame of cowardice bubbling up in your chest. 

You could live without saying those words. You’ve got a lot that you’ve lived without over the years but something in you told you that you should say it. You couldn’t spend the rest of your life, however short it is, wondering what should’ve been. And if it’s not meant to be, then it’ll be over anyway, 

“Don’t make me do it,”

He placed a hand on your shoulder, “Just tell me,” he spun you around and you squeezed your eyes shut so you didn’t have to look at him. 

He could see the tear that had slipped down your cheek and he knew that this was big. He muttered a please, soft and begging compared to your argument. You could only imagine what his family was thinking as you yelled - you two always argued but never yelled. 

You opened your eyes hesitantly, watching as his eyes softened, “I love you,” you whispered, so only he could hear. 

The Peacekeepers may be planning the end for them. They may be planning to round everyone up and shoot them, you didn't know. But at least you would die knowing that he knew how you truly felt. 

His hand recoiled, and his eyes went wide. Horror washed over you. He didn't feel the same. This is what you had been fearing this whole time, that you would tell him how you felt, and he wouldn't reciprocate your feelings. 

There was silence in the village, no sound of children crying, couples arguing. Silence. All that you could hear was the blood rushing to your head as you realised what mistake you’d made. 

You closed your eyes shut, arms wrapping around yourself as you tried to hide away from his gaze as he worked out what to say next. 

“Say it again,” he asked. 

Your eyes fluttered open, confused. When you looked at him, he had a smile on his face, and you were confused. 

With a shake of your head, you looked down at your feet, blinking back tears, “Don’t mock me,” 

you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone in your life. Your heart was shattering at the idea that you might die and this would be the last thing that had ever happened to you. 

He walked over and you could see his feet appear in your vision. His hand came out, two fingers under your chin to tilt your head up so that you were looking at him. His eyes softened when he saw the tears spill down your cheeks. 

He repeated the sentiment again, “Say it again,” 

“I love you,” you whispered, even more quiet than before. 

There was silence in the room and he broke it with a laugh, “I love you,” he replied before you could scolded him for laughing, “Thats what you were so scared of saying?” He laughed again, “I thought it was obvious that I was madly in love with you,” 

Your eyes widened and you hit his chest, hand staying there, “Obvious? No, I thought you loved Katniss?” 

He shook his head, “Back then. But she’s got Peeta, and she doesnt love me. Never will. You’re not my second choice, I just didnt see it back then. You’re all Ive ever wanted,”

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and smashing your lips against his. His hands moved to your back, holding you close against his. One hand trailed up your spine, nestling in the back of your head as he manoeuvred your head slightly so that the kiss could be deepened. 

For a second, you forgot all about the awful things that might happen and the fears for the rest of your life now that Katniss had destroyed the Games. You just stayed in this moment, allowing yourself to hold him tight. 

You pulled away from him, the moment having been interrupted by the loud noise that ricocheted throughout the village as all of the engines pulled out at once. The sound of the truck engines all igniting at the same time made you both look at one another in panic. 

There was a sinking feeling in your gut that had been getting progressively worse throughout the evening and now, as you rushed to the window and drew back the curtain to see the armoured trucks vanishing into the distance, it got worse. 

The fear for your best friend was still echoing in the back of your mind but now, as you realised that they were all leaving, the panic set in. 

You and Gale shared a worried look, “They’re leaving,” you mumbled, almost to yourself. 

He nodded. There was a silence in the room as you both stood by the window. You both knew what was going on and what this all meant and the adrenaline started to pump through your body. 

Gale leaned over, pressing one more kiss against your lips like it would be the last time that he would ever get to do it. 

 “We have to go, now,” he said and you agreed. You both knew what was gong to happen. 

You rushed into his little sisters room, shaking Posey awake, “What’s wrong?” She asked, mumbling through sleep. 

You didnt know how to explain it to her, “We’re just going on a little walk, grab your favourite teddy,” you said and she nodded, picking up the little teddy bear her father had given her.

“I’m sleepy,” she mumbled, holding her arms out. You couldn’t deny her and so you picked her up, hauling her into your arms. 

When you walked out into the kitchen, you could see Hazelle packing some backpacks full of all of the food that they owned with canisters of water attached. The boys were helping; they were at the age where they could realise what was going on in the world, and they knew what would happen if they weren't fast. 

“Where’s Gale?” You questioned, looking around. 

“Him and some of the other men are trying to pull everyone out of bed and to the forest,” she explained, walking over and pressing a kiss to Poseys head, “You should help him,”

You nodded your head in agreement, settling the little girl down onto the sofa before promising to come back. You started to rush through the village, knocking on all of the doors that werent closed. 

A lot of them had already started packing, but there were a few who weren't. She could see Mr and Mrs Wentworth closing their door, telling one of Gales friends from the mines that he did not want to go. 

You looked around and noticed just how many people were refusing to leave, and that’s when you realised that if everyone did not get out soon and start heading to the forest, then there would be nobody left. 

In the far corner of the village, she could see Gale arguing with a young woman with a baby. You rushed over, a hand on his shoulder. 

“Please tell this man that I will not leave. The Capitol will not kill us, hes crazy,” she demanded, her baby screaming now. 

“Miss, we have to leave, they will kill us,” you tried to reason. 

She scoffed before turning around and shutting the door to her house. 

You looked up at Gale and checked your watch. It had been 5 minutes since the trucks pulled out, “We need to go,”

he nodded. You both knew that this was going to be bad if they stayed for too long. The other men from the mines were rounding up as many people as they could but some didn’t believe and some were too scared of the forest to go with them there. 

“I’ll go grab the last group over there, and I’ll meet you out there at our spot,” he promised. 

You shook your head, “We’re not splitting up,” 

”We have to,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, “I love you,” he rushed off into the distance, and you knew this was it. You had to go now. 

You spotted Katniss’ mother and Prim in the distance and you rushed over to them, “Let’s go,” you said. 

“Will they really bomb us?” Prim asked. 

“I think so, kid,” you replied. 

You watched as Gales family came out of their house with some supplies, and then you knew you had everyone you needed. You stood up on a box and looked out at the group. 

“Everyone, please follow me to the forest. Don’t be scared, we will be safe out there,” you called out and as you walked, you looked behind you. 

You were disappointed at the lack of people there, maybe only four hundred or so. There were so many people in Dsitrict Twelve that werent coming. 

It was chaos. Your group were heading towards the forest and everyone else to the main road, thinking they could find help there. You knew the Captiol would let everyone die. There would be no survivors if they got caught. 

You and your group reached the border, and that’s when you saw the bombers flying over. You escorted everyone out, helping the young girl and her baby sister through the cracks through, lending a hand to the elderly couple.

the group walked up to the hill, and your heart was pounding as you watched them start to bomb the Distirct. Then you looked around. 

Gale was missing. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you realised that he was gone. He was gone, and you didn't know where he was. He might still be in there. 

You were about to start panicking when you saw another group head up the hill, and you ran into his arms, holding him tight. You flinched at the sound of the bombs, but it was safe here, they didnt know they were here. 

“I thought you were dead,” you muttered, helping him up the hill to his family. 

He chuckled, “Coudnt get rid of me that easily,” he joked. 

You shook your head, grabbing his hand and holdng it as you stood at the top of the hill. He squeezed it when he felt you tense up at the sound of the bombs. 

Everyone watched as the bombers circled around, bombing down the main road at those that were trying to run to safety. 

A tear slipped down your cheek as you watched them all die in the explosions. None of you could have done anything to help them and bring them back. You looked up at Gale, and he pulled you into his side. You watched a tear slip down his cheek at the sight of all of those who died. There were no words in the aftermath of the bombing. The knowledge that everyone had died weighed heavy on their hearts. 

915 from District Twelve. You were the only ones who made it out alive. The war had just begun. 

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[madwomansapologist]

Thor Odinson trying to win your love would include

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synopsis: Thor Odinson tries to make you notice him as more than a friend. Would he be able to do that?

• Thor is a warrior. A god. The most powerfull being some species will have the pleasure to meet. Yet, that guy is a mess when it comes about you. Thor could easily impress anyone, but he want it so bad that it never works on you

• The warrior giant inside him and the mess of bad jokes are both affraid of taking the lead when you are around. If he wants to make you laugh then it probably gonna sound like some kind of threat. If he wants to appear strong than he gonna make you laugh

• Thor want to be a sweet guy. Thor wants you to look for him when you need comfort. He wants to be the one you go for when you need a great time. Thor want to have good moments with you. He want so bad to make you laugh

• But at the same time he wants you to see him as a hero. To drop your jaw because of something he did. To scream his name, blessing him with your voice, when he fight. Thor want you to go for him when you are affraid. He wants you to trust that he is going to solve your problems

• One time he tried to impress you with a little energy trick. Thor think he did amazing until he look at you and remind that hair and eletricity don't tend to work well together

• He is so confused around you. He want all those things at the same time and don't know what to do when your reaction isn't what he expect. Thor never had that kinda of problem before. He wants you, but don't know how to make you see that

• When he feel like you would never see him as more than a friend, he come to the most absolutely mess guy he knew that somehow end up with the person he love. Tony Stark was not happy to hear that, but he give him advices the same way

• First: Don't Be Dumb. Thor found that a really great advice. When he feel like doing something stupid he thinks twice and realize that well, midgardian don't have the same relationship with energy and that this would probably burn you. You would thank Tony if you knew that he was the one that make Thor show his powers at a secure distance

• Second: Flirt Friendly. That make him confused but Stark explain that if he don't want to loss the friendship between you both than he should flirt in a way that confused you if he is really flirting or just being friendly. Thor tried that, unknowing that for you it was obvious that when a guy spend so much time looking at you, friendly is not a good choice of words

• Third: Show Interest. Thor didn't knew how he couldn't be interest onto you, but he say nothing. It was simple: pay attention. Listen to what you said, understand what you like, be cool around your friends. Sometimes he makes mistakes and think that he messed up everything, but then you smile and suddenly everything is fine

• Forth: Don't Be Dumb. Tony repeat that a few times. Maybe not so few.

• Thor would try to be romantic. He would bought flowers. Not roses, only sunflowers. He would cook dinner for you, it wouldn't be great but he would. Thor does protect you and gets better at his attemps to impress you. Fixing your car with his powers was something he did a few times and your face made his eyes melt

• Thor may not be the best on fighting his own feelings, but he would do anything to make you smile. Little did he know that you like him that way

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[sarahrogersevans]

Uncle Thor’s First Time Babysitting xreader Headcanon Feat. loki Fan fic

Summary: Y/N & Loki have a busy day ahead and need their child’s uncle Thor to come baby sit & what would happen

Warnings: not a lot, just a lot of fluff and funny cute moments, a bit of angst just slightly and Thor feeling overwhelmed at times

. Y/N and Loki have Loki’s brother Thor come watch their daughter Ella for the day while Y/N goes out to run errands & Loki has a meeting at home and Thor is excited to babysit but Y/N is nervous about leaving her daughter but Loki says “Y/N, darling it’ll be alright Thor will be here and will take care of her I promise.” Y/N nods and kisses Loki and grabs her bag and says goodbye to Thor and Ella on her way out

. Thor tries to tell Ella jokes and stories of Asgard but struggles to entertain Lilly and feels a bit stressed and goes to find Loki for help and says “brother, how do you get a baby to laugh? She seems so bored of me.” Loki sighs and stops his meeting for a moment to help Thor and Loki says “oh brother just try and do something funny like make funny faces or something.” Loki shows him an example and Ella laughs when loki does something funny and Thor says “ah right ok, thank you brother.”

. Thor picks up Ella and says “hello Ella, hello love how are you?” Loki waves at Ella and says “Ella darling here watch me!” Loki uses his magic to help keep her busy and Ella smiles liking the magic and then remembered he had a meeting and goes back to it

. Thor carefully feeds Ella her food and smells the food that’s on her spoon and says “hmm this smells kinda good” then later on notices she needs changing and Y/N left written directions on how to do it and Thor makes faces not liking the stench and says “dear goodness Ella.” Thor is proud of himself when he puts the diaper on right

. An hour later Loki comes to check up on Thor and see how he’s doing with his daughter and sees Thor and Ella asleep on the couch with Ella sleeping on Thor and Loki smiles conjuring a blanket on both of them and Y/N walks in on Loki reading in the kitchen and says “hey honey where’s Thor?” Loki looks up at Y/N and says “hello love, he’s resting with Ella & Y/N goes to find Ella but Thor walks in with Ella before she could and says “hello lady Y/N, how did everything go?” Y/N smiles and says “my errands went well thank you! How did we do?” Thor carefully hands Ella to Y/N and says “oh we did great, I loved spending time with my niece thank you for asking me to babysit, I was nervous at first I will admit”

. Loki hugs Thor and says “I hope you will come over again to see us brother, we would love it and I know Ella here would love to see her uncle more.” Thor nods and says “I would love to babysit more as well, Ella is such a sweetie I hope I’ll have a child one day.” Loki pats Thor on the shoulder and says “oh brother you will I know it, you always believed I would be a good dad, as will you.”

. Thor walks over to say goodbye to Ella and says “Ella can you say Uncle? Hmm?” Ella just stares at him and he shrugs but when be turns around he heard Ella say “cle” and everyone gets excited and Y/N says “oh my gosh!! That was so cute!! Ella I’m so proud of you sweetie!!” Thor says “good job maiden Ella! Well sadly I have to go now but I will see you all again soon.” Loki and Y/N take Ella to walk Thor out and Y/N says “Ella wave bye to your Uncle!” Y/N helps Ella wave at Thor and Thor smiled and waved back at her once more Thor & then teleports back to Asgard and Ella wonders what she saw

Hey lovelies!! Ok so this is my first time writing a Thor fan fic 😁😅.. I hope I did ok on this one, I hope you all might enjoy this 💚💚xx

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[grippingmcbucky]

The way the Marvel men has us in such a choke hold I literally can't cope.

How dare they.

The audacity.

In other news I will willingly swallow all the cum at once goodbye

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[ughdontbeboring]

so y’all know that part of Advengers End Game when Tony asks what’s wrong with Thor while Thor is just sulking, THEN Thor stalks Danvers with THAT stare down? Yea…sis..listen…PUSSY WET 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[greengoblinswifey]

I think I've read every single thor fanfic on here. I need more. fanfiction writers, work your smut magic I beg.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Tethered to Another

Kinktober Day I: Breeding Kink

Pairing: drug lord!Thor x fem reader (Vices Assemble)

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Thor isn’t going to let anything keep him from knocking you up.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, cream pie), implied violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Kicking off Kinktober with a bang! I’m still working on the fic where they make the decision to have kids, but I figured we could get right to the good stuff 😉

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Thor tapped his ring on the desk irritably as he glared at the moron across from him who would not shut the fuck up. Maybe if he had been on time for the meeting he could have put up with this incessant droning, but the jackass was over an hour late. He just wanted to get home to you. Your fertile window had just started, and everyone except this idiot knew that meant he wasn’t supposed to be disturbed for a week while he kept you full of his seed constantly.

“So that’s why I think you should consider moving your operations to my docks.” The fat bastard gave him a grin like he had just made the most convincing argument in the world, and Thor just wanted to slam his face into the desk.

“Let me see if I understand you correctly.” If that dumbass knew anything, he would have recognized the tic in Thor’s jaw and the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped his tumbler of vodka as the warnings they were. “You show up to a meeting you insisted on an hour late, you’re covered in grease from some sort of disgusting food by the smell of you, and you want me to pay you almost twice as much as I’m paying the man who runs the docks we go through now ‘as a favor’?”

“Well…” The smile finally fell from his face when Thor rose to his feet and cracked his neck.

“Shut up.” Thor drew his jacket back on and strode towards the door. “If I didn’t have something extremely important to get to, I’d deal with you myself. But I’ve got an absolutely gorgeous woman to impregnate so… Val!”

“Yeah boss?” She gave him a wicked grin when she popped her head into his office and saw how nervous the fatass looked. “What’s up?”

“This dumbass connected?” Thor nodded when she shook her head at him, straightening his cuffs and trying not to just boot out of there. “Fantastic, get rid of him.”

He ignored the high sounds of protest coming from his office and rushed to the car, his jaw clenched as he yanked the door open and sank into the backseat with just a small nod of his head to Heimdall before the man peeled out. His body was practically vibrating with pent up sexual energy, his cock growing harder by the minute as he thought about fucking you full for the next seven days until it took, the way you’d look underneath him all dewy with sweat and moaning and begging him while you dug your nails into his back.

Fortunately it didn’t take too long for Heimdall to drive him back to the mansion from his office, or he might have burst. The car had barely come to a stop before he was charging out of it and running into the house in a frenzy.

“Kjære?” He needed you, needed to feel you around him like he needed oxygen. “Where are you?”

“In the kitchen.” Fuck, you did not sound happy, the sight of you frowning a little as you sliced up a melon confirming that you were pissed. “You’re late.”

“I know, god I fucking know.” He strode towards you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, ducking low to press apologetic kisses along the curve of your neck. “I’m so sorry, my love. Would it help if I let you know the asshole who made me late is getting worked over by Val right now?”

“A little.” You tried to still look annoyed when he turned you around, but he was almost pouting at you and sliding his hands down your hips and it was impossible to be mad at him. “How are you going to make it up to me?”

“Mmm, I’ve got so many ideas.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours, smiling a little when you whined and arched your body close to his. “What if I put a baby in you?”

“Just one?” You beamed when he nipped at your lips before he pulled back and slid your dress down your arms until it was pooled on the floor, his gaze growing darker while he stared at you and started to slowly strip off his suit. “Maybe I want three.”

“Well, I’ll give you whatever you want, kjære.” He gripped the back of your neck and smashed his lips to yours once he was naked, dragging you to the floor with him and growling as he laid you down on the cool marble. “Gonna fuck so much cum into you this week we might end up with five.”

“So ambitious.” You smiled against his lips and ran your fingers through his hair, gasping softly when he reached down to cup your cunt. “Feel how much I need you, kjæreste?”

“Mmhm, fuck, you’re so warm, so wet, and all for me.” Thor slid a finger inside you and growled when he felt you start to flutter immediately around him. “You ready for me right now? Thought I was gonna have to sweet talk this pretty pussy to let me in.”

“Been ready all day, daddy.” He started grinding his cock against your pussy and you whined, arching into him and curling your legs around his back when his hands squeezed your hips. “Please.”

“Shh, I know, elskling, goddamn.” Thor ducked to bite your ear as he slowly slid inside you, the feeling of your perfect cunt stretched tight around him almost making him lose his mind. “This sweet pussy is so fucking tiny, you barely even fit my cock in here, look at that.” He gripped your chin and forced you to look down when he bottomed out, kissing your cheek gently when you whimpered at the sight of his dick making your lower stomach bulge. “How you gonna fit my baby in this little thing, kjære?”

There was no way you could answer him since he chose that moment to snap his hips into yours viciously, sobbing softly when he ground against your clit before he started fucking you in earnest. It took a minute or so of him pounding into you to adjust, panting into his mouth and gripping his hair tightly as you shuddered underneath him.

“I can do it, I want it so bad.” You were still dumb but that just meant you were gonna run your mouth even more. “Want your baby, please, wanna make you a daddy. Put a baby in me, need it.”

“Fuck, kjære, I know, wanna give you everything you need, pretty girl.” Thor kept his body pressed right against yours as he kept punching his hips into you, purring when you clenched around him each time. “But you gotta come first, honey, gotta make room for my cum, for my baby. You know the rule, at least two before I fill you up.”

“Mmhm, yeah.” Your eyes rolled back when he kept hitting you so fucking deep, licking your lips mindlessly and rolling your body to meet his when you felt it building. “‘M close.”

You keened when he reached down to rub your clit with his thumb, your eyes fluttering as he cooed softly into your mouth while your pussy clenched hard and gushed all over him. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blowing his load right then, rubbing your noses together and squeezing your waist as he let out a series of soft growls while you kept spasming for him.

“Good girl, so beautiful, my kjære.” He kissed you gently before sitting up and leaning back on his heels, grabbing your waist with one hand and starting to yank you down on his cock while his other kneaded your breasts. “Gonna look even more beautiful once I knock you up, all swollen and glowing, not gonna be able to keep my hands off you. Now gimme another one, c’mon, need to fill this pussy, want you leaking me nonstop for the next week.

“Yes, kjæreste, please. Unh, want your cum so bad.” You were already so close, sobbing as you let him basically use you like a doll while your body started shaking. “Fuck it so deep in my pussy, knock me up, daddy. Ah… shit!”

The way you screeched when your body arched off the floor as you squirted all over him made him lose it, dropping his hold on your waist and leaning on his hands as he slammed into you like an animal and snarled. You moaned when you felt him throb and swell inside you, gasping when he leaned back down to smash his lips to yours as he started pumping you full of his cum with deep and dirty grinds of his hips. He always got so goddamn feral when he knew there was a chance he actually bred you, biting and sucking all along your jaw and your throat as he growled while he filled you up.

“Fuck, love, don’t think you’re gonna be able to walk once this week is over.” He nuzzled at your cheek and smiled when you gave him a sloppy grin, cupping your chin lovingly as he gazed into your eyes. “We moved like three feet, shit, I had meant to bring you to the couch at least, let’s move you.”

“Oh, no, don’t wanna lose any of you.” You pouted at him and whined when he pulled out before you could stop him. “I’m not supposed to move for a few minutes, did I lose any? Push it back in, your cum belongs inside my tiny pussy.”

“You’re so fucking perfect, my god.” Thor beamed at you as he lifted your hips and set them on his knees, spreading your legs and biting his lip when he shoved the few drops that had leaked out of you back inside and plugged you with his fingers. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get everything you deserve, kjære. But we’re gonna do it in our bed from now on, need to spoil my girl. We’re gonna make a fucking baby this week.”

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For your sleepover lovely:

Wrath, Seafoam Green, mischievous, rock, THOR-no one ever writes about the love of my life :(

Pairing: Thor Odinson x asgardian female reader (no other speficications)

Word Count: 1158 words

Outline: Thor finds you naked in his private chambers.

A/N: kenz baby, ilysm! this is for you, enjoy <3 set in thor2 at the beginning of the movie! first time writing for thor, too!

warnings: dub-con (but previous mutual pining), female masturbation, breast fucking, male + female ejaculation, swearing, roughness, minors dni!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Sleepover Masterlist

You feel delirious and completely in a trance.

Your eyelids are getting heavy but there is a heat in your body dancing inside and transforming you. You can feel your fingertips burn as you stumble around the big room, you squint your eyes trying to figure out where you are. Everything is adorned in red and gold colors and the vastness of it could only mean it was the Prince's room. You fall on the bed and get lost inside the velvet sheets, your body reacting to his smell.

You can't help yourself, lust overcoming your brain and you roam your hands all over your body, touching yourself under your gown. His smell was too strong, making your brain into mush. And his smell was overbearing, everything filled you up so wonderfully inside.

After what felt like forever and many orgasms later, you wake up to the sound of Thor's thunderous voice yelling Loki's name. Bewildered, you try to get dressed, accidentally slipping out of the bedding only to rip your dress, leaving you naked for Thor to see. For a moment you both pause staring at one another but you can't help yourself as you slightly rub your legs together trying to gain your balance while looking at him. His smell was so strong it made the same burning ignite tremendously inside you. Your body cried out for him and before you could stop yourself, you fall behind on the bed touching yourself once more.

Thor comes closer to you, his expression is mixed with confusion and anger. He is opening his mouth to speak and he is saying something you can't quite tell, all you can do is moan out his name. It all feels so hazy like something has completely overtaken you. He is saying something between 'this is Loki's tricks' and 'you need to fight it' but it all feels blurry. You need him, you need to beg for him and so do you, touching his chest with your foot and pleading your case.

"I've always wanted you, always cried out for you, please have me, sweet prince." You plead out, your body squirming and Thor's expression remains as angry as ever. That wasn't the response he was expecting but the truth is that you found the Prince very attractive evidenced by your continuous vivid dreams. You can smell beer in his beard and dried blood on his armor from the earlier battlefield. This was the man that needed to be praised for his doings and you were more than happy to serve him. You begin to touch your breasts and arch your back for him hoping for any kind of friction.

"Fuck it." Thor curses out and climbs on top of you ripping off his shirt and remains of armor crushing his lips against yours. He has been craving you as well but he was far too polite, too occupied to get what he wanted. It's desperate, it feels like your bodies have been craving each other for a long time, and you tug at any fabric he has left trying to set him free. For a moment you can hear him laugh at your desperation, and as your fingers are working on the ropes of his trousers, you feel his hand around your neck pushing you down on the mattress.

"Desperate little girl, is that you or just the power of magic?" He ponders, his free hand setting himself free, allowing you to finally see his cock. Is as big and wondrous as you had hoped for. Your mouth is salivating at the thought of this beast inside you and you try to move your hand to touch him but Thor grabs your wrists with his free hand and pins them behind you.

"No, little one. This would be too much for your desperate little cunt. Do you know the amount of training I had to do with my maids in order to take a little bit of it?" You whimper and cry out, you can't help your luck and the next thing you feel is him leaning on you kissing your neck and leaving love marks. You try to squirm underneath him and touch his cock by any means but his grip is very tight on you.

What are his plans?

"I'm gonna let go of your hands and you are going to hold your breasts for me. Understood? No misbehaving. I won't tolerate it."

You nod your head frantically, begging that you will do an excellent job, and then Thor is resting his knees on the side of your body and places his huge cock in between your breasts. Obediently you open your mouth, knowing you will feel some of his tip and dart out your tongue. Thor then fucks your breasts with such vigor and aggression that has your eyes in tears. He is holding the top of your head in place and moves his hips against your body as if he is trying to drill you into the mattress. Your pussy is clenching ever so desperately, a small pool has now formed. The scene is absolutely obscene at the way Thor is defiling your body. The entrance is still open and you know anyone could walk in and watch you getting cock fucked by the prince of Asgard.

There's nothing you wanted more, you know the more obedient you are the more your chances are for him to fuck you like you want him. So you obey, every single little thing, his roughness, his cock, just to gaze upon his concentrated face, his luscious hair falling on his face with each thrust. His ocean blue eyes never leave yours, wanting to see you as pliant and as serene as he likes.

When Thor cums, he does so with no warning, choosing instead to shoot his load inside your mouth. Watch you desperately trying to swallow and take it all, your face pleading for him. He hasn't touched you at all where you had been craving the most yet, choosing to ruin your upper body and your lungs it seemed. But then is as if he heard you and he places his thumb on your clit turning a bit round.

"You made such a big mess, little girl. Now, where am I supposed to sleep?" He scoffs and you want to apologize but that's when he presses your clit so aggressively rubbing with such a tendency that has you scream so loud, it makes you see stars. The intensity of just his touch like that on you shocks you.

At that moment you lost your vision completely and a couple of hours later you woke up to the sight of Thor's naked body sleeping. The image of his chest rising up and down for air made your pussy clench and all you could do is pray he woke up hungry again. You'd be ready and obedient, just for him.

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ok i have request where after Liam Hemsworth divorced with Miley Cyrus and news spread out about it. Liam was unhappy but glad he came back to his family. One day, he was invited to his highschool reunion in a local bar where he was reunited with his ex-girlfriend, reader.

Nostalgia

A/N: OK THIS WAS MY SHIT! Thank you sooo much for this request. I have been obsessed this man since his Elephant Princess days (real ones know 😘) and its absolutely insane to me that I was flipping from Elephant Princess to Hannah Montana and never thought "Oh yeah these two will end up together." Anyways, I had this down to a T, cause southern hemisphere gal here. And because I may of gotten too into character I have provided a friendly dictionary below for clarity. ☺️

sook/having a sook: whingeing, complaining, having a tantrum but where you go all sad and sulky.

dickhead: term of endearment. Your bestmates are dickheads, you love them.

deck: Porch, veranda, that wooden flooring with no roof just outside the back of your house.

pub: bar but definitely not a club

the local: the pub, but your local pub where everyone goes. A single venue in a small town. Think Coyote Ugly...

Logies: The Australian Emmy's yet more chaotic, and an ugly little award.

Neighbours: Iconic Australian Show, like Days of Our Lives, super long and only your grandma watches it. Arguably better that American stuff though.

are just something else: A compliment, you're special.

Reckon: Like saying I think or I bet with confidence i.e. I reckon it'll rain today... ya reckon? Like saying you really think so.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Liam signed switching off his phone once he landed at the airport. Ignoring the onslaught of texts and messages that arose from the TMZ article on his divorced. 

  It was never his plan to be 30, divorced and sulking back to his childhood home. Yet here he was. Craving a long hug from mum and an ice cold beer.

  “Welcome home honey”

  “Thanks mum”

 He pulled her into a tight hug making his way into the passenger seat.

  They drove in silence on the way, his head against the window looking at the familiar sights. His mum glanced worried looks at him 

  “Hey so Luke came over and told me you reunion is tomorrow night what good timing!”

  “Yeah, I know I got the email I’m not going.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m 30 years old, the whole world knows about my divorce to a well-known former childhood star and my brother is fucking Thor” his snapped at her slightly at the end

  “Oh, stop being such a sook… you should go it’ll be good for you to reconnect with your roots, they always say when you don’t know which path to go down, go back to start and try again.”

  “I just don’t know if I’m up for it.”

  “You might change your mind when you know who’s going…”

  “Yeah whatever.” 

Chris laid out on the deck, letting the Australian sun warm his body, in nothing but sunglasses and board shorts he was finally getting into the grove of relaxing until a sudden jerk of his deck chair meant he was hitting the ground.

  “WHAT THE FUC-“

  “Long time no see dickhead.”

  “Holy shit! Joel!”

  Joel was Liam’s best mate from high school.

  He pulled his old friend into a bro hug.

  “Heard from your bro you were back wanted to see it for myself… you haven’t gone all LA on us have ya?”

  “Nah I haven’t.”

  “Good cause you’re coming to the pub tonight.”

  “Is that where they’re having the reunion?”

  “Great detective skills Sherlock.”

  “Nah mate can’t we just hang out here.”

  “And drink wines on the couch with your mum while watching Neighbours? I think the fuck not. Come on you’re not too famous for the local.”

  “Fine. One beer though.”

  “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

  He grabbed his beer from the barman and made his way through the crowded pub, offering “Heys” and “Good to see you’s” until he landed in a quiet spot in the back. Sulking down with a sigh and sipped his beer, watching the scenes in front of him. 

  It was comforting to be home, familiar sights, faces and smells but couldn’t help the pit in his stomach of feeling like an outsider. 

  YOUR POV:

  “Hey stranger.” You stood in front of your sulking ex-boyfriend, as his head rose at the sound your voice. 

  “Y/N, Hey, shit look at you!” Liam beamed when his eyes connected with yours, pulling him out of his haze. You couldn’t help but spot the hint of sadness on his face. 

  He couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked more beautiful since he last saw you, relaxed with your hair out, a little textured, clearly air dried after a late afternoon dip. Your skin pink from sun exposure, in its early stages of what was sure to develop into a tan. His eyes scanned over your body, the summery dress leaving little to the imagination, with your strong legs on full display and ample chest held together by a thin piece of string. 

  “Same old me… move over” The large man scooted on the bench, opening the space for you to sit down, drink in hand. While it was a two-person bench, his sheer size left little space between the two of you, his knees touching yours. Moving his arm to drape across the back, he gave you a little more room but now you were borderline engulfed by his arm. A tinge of nostalgia hitting you remember the same position, lying down in bed, your body snuggled up into his warm armpit. 

  “What you been up to? Heard you got a job in the city.” 

  “Yeah, but unlike you I’m not too good to come home once in a while.” You took a swig of your drink, feeling a little tipsy at the familiar taste of alcohol. 

  “I’m here aren’t I?” He quipped at you. 

  “Barely. It’s not like you to sit in a corner and sook.” Reminiscing about all those nights, he spent singing on top of the tables in the very pub you sat talking in now. 

  “Fuck everyone’s been calling me a sook lately.”

  “Cause you’re acting like one… what’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  “Do you not get internet at your joint or something?”

  “No, I just don’t spend my days googling my high school ex. So, where’s Hannah Montana?”

  “In LA.”

  “Why? does she not like it here?”

  “No, I just didn’t think I’d take my ex-wife to my high school reunion.”

  “EX Wife?”

  “Since 3 days ago yeah.” He took another swig of beer.

  “Shit, Li I’m sorry.”

  “Nah it’s fine, it’s fucking whatever.”

  “Well, it’s not “whatever” you had a connection with someone, it hurts when you lose them. And nothing anyone says can really make the pain feel better.”

  “Is that how you felt when I went to LA?” A sudden tension fell over you two. How could he ask that?

  “Yep.” She popped the P. Avoiding his intense gaze on you. 

  “Well, you’re in a much better spot than me now.” He shuffled in his seat realising he hit a soft spot. 

  “Doesn’t mean the pain magically goes away.”

  “Are you still mad?”

  “Still mad? you told me you loved me and wanted to get an apartment together then we graduated, and you fucked off to LA. I’m not mad at all Liam, I’m hurt.”

  “I’m sorry it was selfish.”

  “Especially considering I would have gone with you if you just asked.”

  “No, you wouldn’t, you would of hated it.” He tsked. 

  “You don’t know that. And you will never know because you never asked. I loved you Li I would have followed you to Antarctica if that’s what you wanted. You were so passionate about acting I was so excited to see your dreams come through I just didn’t expect to be excluded from them.”

  “What do you think would have happened if I didn’t go?” He pushed.

  “Honestly?”

  “Honestly.”

  “We probably would have stayed together, brought a house on the beach, I’d be on my third baby by now and you’d keep doing local TV, maybe take me to the Logies hahaha.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “I did… like twice and your assistant would always answer and tell me you’re not taking personal calls at this time or some shit, when I saw you shacked up with Miss Best Of Both Worlds, I stopped.”

  “I wish you didn’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause then maybe I wouldn’t be sooking here right now.”

  “Yeah, well too late for us to go over what we would have done differently.”

  You both sat silence letting the truth of your words sit in. 

  “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” He looked at you, eyebrow raised. 

  “Do you even remember the path?” You scoffed at him,

  “Of course, I do, the secret passage near Batty’s path… where we used to ya kno-”

  “OKAY I GET IT, good to see you haven’t forgotten everything, now come on.” You slapped his chest, jumping up out of the seat, Liam closely followed behind you. 

  You walked in silence, listening the waves crash. His hands in his pockets and you holding your shoes and bag in the other. The sandy shore lit up by the moonlight, a light breeze in the air. 

  “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too late ya know.” He piped.

  “What you mean?”

  “Well, you reckon it’s too late for us but who’s to say it’s too late maybe it’s just the beginning.”

  “You’ve had too many drinks.” You laughed him off

  “No Y/N I’m serious.” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you along the shore. The tide coming as the water’s edge tickled your bare feet. 

  “Hearing you describe what could of been… honestly sounds pretty good right now. You think I’ve gone all too big for my boots, but this place is still home to me ya know… why do you think I came here when everything went to shit?” You looked up at him, barely making out his facial expression in the dark. From what you could see, he was a broken boy, he seemed wrecked, and you decided take his words seriously. 

  You sighed

  “Cause when you don’t know what to do you should turn around and go from where you started.” 

  “Exactly but I think I know what I want to do next”

  His hand, falling to your face, thumb rubbing your cheek, he leaned in and you breathe caught in your throat. Your body once a little chilly now warmed by the sensation of his mouth on yours. What started with a tender kiss turned into a deep passionate embrace. It was different to all those times before, mainly due to his now beard face rubbing against your skin and the reality that his kissing skills had definitely improved. 

  “Liam...” You pushed him off you, hands grazing the hair exposed on his unbuttoned chest, he felt firm and warm. Like the perfect mattress you could sleep peacefully on top of him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “There’s no point, you’ll go back to your big city and forget about me all over again once you see some leggy model.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Doubt it.”

  “I didn’t get a return ticket Y/N.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve been looking at places, I’m here indefinitely.”

  “Well, that’s good but still doesn’t mean we are going to work.”

  “Can we at least try?”

  “So, you can break my heart a second time?”

  “I like to see it as giving me a very generous second chance to prove I made a mistake the first time.”

  “I don’t know Liam, its all ve-“

  He cut you off with his kiss, planting his lips on you a second time and this time you didn’t push him away. Your hands instinctively going to his now long locks, running your hands through the familiar boy now a man. Your mind rushed with memories of late nights sneaking out to go play on the beach, always ending up curled in a towel on the shore counting stars. You felt 18 all over again and the pain of loss slowly seeped away with him in your arms again.  

  You both pulled out, panting at the sudden passionate embrace.

  “Please?”

  You licked your lips, biting slightly on your lower lip.

  “Kiss me one more time and I’ll see.” You grinned at him.

  “Fuck me you are just something else Y/N” He pulled you into his arms, you squealed as he took you running with him into the ocean. Dropping your bag and shoes before the sudden shock of cold saltwater hit you as you were thrown into the blue. Coming up for air, you stood waist deep in water, smoothing your now soaked hair back, you were met with a hysterically laughing Chris

  “You son of a-“ Swimming over to him, you immediately jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down into the water with you. Making sure he was as equally saturated as you.

  He pulled you both out this time, you still firmly clinging onto him in the Koala position. Laughing you both passed, looking into each other’s eyes, you kissed his salty lips again as he held you against him in the water, under the moonlight. And in that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all. 

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