Based On This Post By @chocolatey-umbreon:https://chocolatey-umbreon.tumblr.com/post/184735114766/me-sees-pikachu-me-a-pikachu-pikachu-puts

Based on this post by @chocolatey-umbreon: https://chocolatey-umbreon.tumblr.com/post/184735114766/me-sees-pikachu-me-a-pikachu-pikachu-puts

I just had to draw this!

Always Be My Maybe + punching Keanu in the face

Thor x Reader - Bump n’ Grind

prompt: you meet Thor in a revel and begin to get hot n heavy in the crowd

warnings: grinding, fingering, Voyeurism, smut, slight alcohol use 

You were lost in the music, bodies pushing on you from each side. This revel was like none you’d ever been to; there were hundreds of people, ten times the amount of drinks and these strange purple berries you were quite hesitant to try. 

The people around you seemingly had no qualms ingesting them, but their pupils grew to be twice the size and they immediately pounced on the nearest person in a sexual frenzy. 

There was another reason this revel was so grand, and the main reason you were there:

Thor Odinson was rumoured to be coming.   

So far you’d seen no sign of the god of thunder, but you were easily distracted by another glass being thrust into your hand. Without hesitation, you threw it back, savouring the warmth in brought to you. 

Trance-like music filled the air, as did the shouts and laughs of the people around you. Most of them were around your age or a bit older, intoxicated as hell and grinding up on multiple people. 

Your sleeveless white linen dress clung to your sweaty skin, showing off every curve and dip of your body. One pair of roaming hands were on your waist (a good looking soldier behind you) and another pair were skimming up your arms (a seriously attractive maid of some sort with flowers in her dark hair. 

You smiled at her and pulled her close, letting the throng of bodies move your own with the beat of the music. Eyesight hazy and head spinning, you allowed yourself to drown in the revel, your worries and obligations gone until morning. 

You scanned the crowd for another drink when your eyes met a pair of brilliant blue ones. You took in his shoulder-length blonde hair, strong jaw and full lips before your brain caught up with you.

That’s Thor Odinson.

No one else seemed to have noticed him, but to be fair the sky could begin falling and they wouldn’t notice. You were trapped in his gaze, like a moth to a flame, and watched him as he made his way through the crowd to you, never taking his hungry eyes off of you. 

You found yourself being pulled towards him by an invisible force, helpless to stop your feet from shuffling towards the hulking god. Once you met him, he trailed a thick finger up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You were completely mesmerised by him; he was even better looking in person. So pretty it hurts. 

He let out a deep laugh and you realised with a jolt that you had just said that out loud. 

“My lord, I am so sorry, I-” You bowed your head in respect, and also to hide your flushed cheeks, but a firm hand under your chin forced your head back up. 

“It’s alright, my pet.” He stated in his honey-like voice which sents shivers down your spine. “I get it quite a lot.” 

You were able to overlook the arrogance because of course he would get that all the time, have you seen the guy?!

“Th-Thank you for your understanding, my lord.” You stuttered, your entire being focused on the hand he kept under your chin. He hummed in appreciation at your comment. 

“I like you calling me that.” His eyes darkened and he moved forwards to crowd your space, leaving less than an inch between his hard body are your shivering one. “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He mused, drawing his other hand around your waist and pulling you flush against him. He eyes dropped your heaving chest, your breasts very visble through the thin, wet and white material of your dress. 

“Thank you, my lord.” You thanked him again almost breathlessly, studying his face and committing it to memory, but the memories of revels were always hazy. Hopefully, this would not be a moment you did not recall in the morning. 

Thor’s head dipped down to your shoulder and he began placing hard, opened mouth kissing along your exposed skin, his beard scratching deliciously against your soft skin. You mewled, craning your neck to the side to give him more space. He trailed kisses all the way up to your jaw and then to the corner of your mouth. 

There, he stopped, torturing you with want and desire. He held eye contact with you as he leaned his forehead against your own, his hot breath fanning your face. 

“What is it that you want, my pet?” His lips were turned up in a sensual smile, his gruff voice melting you into a pool of lust. 

“You, my lord.” You muttered, your eyes staring at his lips hungrily. You watched as his tongue darted out between them. 

“Who am I to disappoint a maiden as fair as yourself?” He finally closed the distance between your lips, his hot mouth enveloping yours with such a force you were surprised you didn’t fall through the ground.

 His hand wrapped around your jaw and tilted your head up so he wasn’t straining his neck as much, as he was a good couple of heads taller than you and an easy 90 pounds of pure muscle heavier than you. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the strands and eliciting a groan from Thor. In response, he grabbed your ass through your dress, kneading it roughly. With one hand, he lifted you off the ground causing you to squeal and break the kiss, wrapping your bare legs around his torso. 

“Hold on, love.” He growled in your ear as he walked a few long strides to the nearest wall and crushed you against it. The cold stones bit into your back, making you gasp and arch your body in Thor’s.

He grabbed your wrists with one hand and lifted them over your head, pinning them above you. His other hand skimmed up your thigh, dragging your dress up with it. The sounds of the revel faded away as he presses his hips into yours, grinding against you.

The feeling of his thick clothes and his even thicker member against your barely covered heat was driving you insane. You tugged at your wrists, trying to free them but his grip tightened around them as he continued to move his hips against yours. 

“Play nice, little bird.” He growled into your ear, his own breathing hitching with each thrust of his hips. The pressure felt incredible, but you wanted more. Needed more. 

“My lord, please…I-” You were cut off by your own moan following a particularly rough jerk of his hips. “I need you to…” You trailed off, squirming under his intense gaze. 

“Yes?” He teased, the hand that wasn’t holding your wrists dipped between you to cup your heat lightly. The tiny amount of friction he was providing drove you insane. “Say it.” He ordered, his voice carried the power of the god of thunder. 

“Touch me, please.” You groaned, trying in vain you rub yourself against his hand but he didn’t allow it, always moving his hand away when you needed his touch the most. But once you said please, he was eager to oblige you. 

His fingers dipped below your underwear and stroked up your slit. He moaned in appreciation.

“So wet for me, for your king.” He sucked on a spot under your ear and stroked you again, causing you to positively purr in pleasure. 

You tugged on your wrists again but to no avail. 

“My king, let me please you.” You groaned and earned a low laugh in response.

“Not just yet my pet, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” His fingers finally found their way to your entrance, and you could feel a thick digit pushing against your walls.  “Right now, I’m going to unravel you.” His promise made your toes curl, or maybe that was the finger he was currently pushing inside you. 

Your legs tightened around his waist, straining to keep yourself off the ground, but they were becoming shaky and you swore as you began to slip. 

With a growl, Thor released your hands and gripped under your ass to stop you from falling. At the same time, his finger entered you completely and he curled it inside of you, pressing against a spot that had you seeing stars. 

Your hands delved into his hair and tugged, your head falling back against the wall and your neck was bared to the god of thunder. He attacked it, sucking marks across your throat and along your decolletage. You knew he was marking you so the whole world could see just how talented he was, and you welcomed it. 

His finger was joined by another, and your walls stretched to accommodate them. The mere size of his fingers had you thinking about the size of other things, making you shiver in anticipation. He continued to move them inside of you, curling them and reaching that spot that drew moan after moan out of your lips. 

The loud music drowned them out, and you were too high on pleasure to care that people could probably see what you were doing. But even if they did, all they’d see is you being finger fucked against a wall by Thor Odinson, Ruler of Asgard and god of thunder. 

Suddenly, his thumb began to rub quick circles against your clit, sending your mind into overdrive. There were too many sensations to focus on: his fingers in you, his thumb on you and his mouth still working up your neck. 

As if sensing you were on the edge, he quickly captured your mouth with his and drowned out your scream of his name as you came. Your legs shook around his waist, your eyes rolling as you saw stars behind your eyelids. 

He murmured praises as you came down, his fingers working you through your mindblowing orgasm. “That’s it, my pet. Such a good girl.” He rested his forehead against yours, his own breathing ragged and uneven. 

His fingers didn’t stop moving, and the pleasure was becoming unbearable. You reached down and scrabbled at his wrist, begging him to stop. 

“Thor, please, I can’t-” You gasped, your body convulsing as another orgasm began building rapidly in the pit of your stomach. 

“You can, and you will.” He ordered, his low voice like honey to your ears. He stilled his thumb, allowing you a short respite but the fingers never ceased their movements.  

You decided that if he was going to play at this game, you’d go along with it. You gripped him tightly through his pants, palming his erection. His hips jerked forwards and he let out a growl. 

“I didn’t say you could-” But you cut him off with a punishing kiss. He was surprised at your sudden strength but you could tell he delighted in it. He moaned into your mouth, regaining dominance as he held your head against the wall with his kiss. His tongue danced with yours and his teeth nipped at your lips. 

You found a way under his pants and finally gripped his bare member, which felt like an iron rod wrapped in velvety skin. He gasped and curled his fingers in you more than ever, making a wave of sheer pleasure run up your spine and cause your hair to stand on end. 

Your small hand tightened around him and you began to stroke him, starting from the base and flicking your wrist towards the tip. He started to jerk his hips into your hand, grinding against you once more. 

His thumb resumed its torturous circles and you chanted his name like a prayer, so close to yet another intense orgasm. This time, you were determined to take him with you. As his fingers sped up, so did your hand, and soon you two were humping each other, chasing your orgasms.  

He suddenly added a third finger, and your mind and soul exploded into a million little pieces, floating off in the cosmos. You were registered his animalistic growl as he followed you, spurting his load onto your hand and the front of your dress. 

It took a couple of minutes for you to both piece yourselves together, your foreheads resting against one another. By the time you opened your eyes, he was already looking at with such adoration and fascination it made your stomach flip and your cheeks blush.  

He removed his fingers from you and lifting them up to his mouth where he licked them clean. You watched all this with wide eyes. 

“You surprised me.” He finally spoke in a low voice. “I am not often surprised.” He studied your face, hitching an eyebrow in confusion, but a flustered smile stayed plastered on his face.  

“You surprised me, too.” You said breathlessly, reaching up to wipe your sweat soaked hair of your brow. His hand covered yours and he held it against your cheek, his smile widening as you leant your face against them tenderly.

“What’s your name, little bird?” He asked, and you smiled, the prospect of something new hanging in the humid air.  

Electricity

Pairing: CEO!Thor Odinson x Reader (guest star Loki)

Rating: fluffy fluffiness, language, adult themes.

Word count: 3k

A/N: I was asked to participate in @themaskedwriter Thank you for having me, ladies! While it didn’t get many hits, I am super keen to share it here. Hope you enjoy, hints as follows x

1. The MCU actor who portrays Thor hails from the same homeland as the writer - those who know me may see the occasional ‘straya’ tag for Australia.

2. Song title inspo is big for this writer (and the title for this fic blew her mind as it was the very last song she downloaded) - Electricity was the only title for this fic. 

3. This writer is writing Thor for the first time, but is more synonymous for Sebastian Stan’s characters and the occasional RPF. 

Bonus clue: Bad deeds? Notorious. 

Title Inspo: Electricity - Silk City and Dua Lipa feat Diplo and Mark Ronson 

“Good morning, Mr Laufeyson,” you smiled from behind your desk as your boss’ brother wandered into the office, his usual Cheshire cat grin on his pale face, dark hair pushed away from his icy blue eyes and fair features with a consistent overuse of hair gel.

“Good morning, my dear,” he replied. “Is my idiot brother around?”

You scoffed a laugh, always humoured by the cheeky affection the brothers showed each other (and depending on the day, the genuine, extreme loathing). “He’s just on a conference call with Dr Selvig in London, he won’t be much longer I wouldn’t expect,” you informed him as Loki stepped away from your desk. “Can I get you a beverage?”

“No, no. No fuss required,” he insisted, letting his long, lean frame fall into one of the leather couches, hitching his heel on the coffee table before him and picking up an investment magazine, allowing you to get back to your work before you – getting a dinner reservation for your boss and newest conquest – you mean, date. His date. Argh.

Just then, Mr Odinson’s office door burst open and appeared the mammoth business giant, hands splayed on hips and playful smile on his lips. “Good afternoon, brother. Working hard or hardly working today?”

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POETIC CINEMA!!