hello, my name is momo!
i work a boring day job, i’m a pisces, i use she/her.
i currently write mostly nsfw for haikyuu & record of ragnarok & whatever else i feel like at the time. i read lots of others. i pray every day for the rebirth of the daiya. (-∧-；)
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you may assume my writings are aged up/age appropriate, with a female reader.
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minors do not interact. there’s weird shit here.
i write for me, and i write for free. i’m very adhd so i will write in phases. i am also far too old for this shit, so i have no time for yours - remember this!
multipart fics
꒰OM!꒱ 🔞 kinktober 2023: various x reader ꒰4/9꒱ ∵ 2.4k words
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ha ha ha I am so so so incredibly jetlagged and I start a new job in 2 days in a field I have 0 experience in but for some reason I am senior lead on the project
my drafts are bursting with ideas I am too tired to finish right now so i will be back with some things in a couple of weeks months ♡︎
Would you ever write some nsfw with loki? Love all your ragnarok series!
Thank you very much, I’m glad you enjoyed (≧◡≦) ♡ I actually have a request for loki in my asks that I’ve started and I do really like him so it’s entirely possible!
I headcanon him as a mean switch though and I struggle to write that a bit more than my usual stuff so that’s why I’ve not ventured into Loki waters just yet
♡︎ one cold august evening, i discovered a series full of brianrot worthy, powerful mans. then, ya girl got a little sad, so i decided to use them to get back into writing because it helps me feel better. originally following this prompt list, i strayed from there and made my own, mini, kinktober. unedited nsfw content, obviously. enjoy! d(･∀･)b
𝗼𝗻𝗲. ♡︎ 𝖽𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗇 ≛ 0.7k words
𝘁𝘄𝗼. ♡︎ 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 ≛ 1.3k words
𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲. ♡︎ 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 ≛ 1k words
𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿. ♡︎ 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗁𝖺 ≛ 2.6k words
𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲. ♡︎ 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗌 ≛ 2.2k words
𝘀𝗶𝘅. ♡︎ 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 ≛ 1k words
𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻. ♡︎ 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗁𝖺 ≛ 1k words
𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. ♡︎ v𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗌 & 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗇 ≛ 1k words
Shiva has challenged you to prove your devotion to him for all to see.
c/w: record of ragnarok. female reader. exhibitionism, mild humiliation kink, light spanks, assplay, face fucking (f!receiving), mating press, ‘little slut’/’whore’, 'pretty girl'/'princess', creampie, overstimulation, probably other things
a/n: i really hated the idea of this to start with but now it's written i think it may be one of my favourites. hooray for the final installment of my very late kinktober! back up your work, children! ♡
The view was beautiful. The air was crisp, the breeze fresh, the sunset shining pink then purple in the distance.
“Hands down,” Shiva commanded, his frown evident as his heated gaze raked over your slightly trembling and completely bare frame. “No keeping your treasures to yourself.”
He punctuated his command with a sharp slap on your backside, a gasp falling from your lips as you closed your eyes in surprise. Your eyes tingled along with the handprint as you tried your best not to cover yourself from the gazes of the keen onlookers just beyond the rockface. They weren’t close enough, really, for you to distinguish too much, except most of Shiva’s acquaintances had quite distinctive silhouettes and you were sure you recognised one or two of them. Little bastard. You knew it looked busier than usual; no wonder there was a crowd, because he had invited them there.
“Didn’t you promise to worship me properly?” Shiva questioned sharply, drawing your attention back to him with a slight edge to his voice as he smirked at you. He gestured to himself as the heat in your belly stirred. “I brought you all the way up here, so you could show off your love of me just like you wanted, didn’t I? Go on. I’m ready.”
A pair of Shiva’s hands grabbed at your backside, fingers digging dangerously close to your hole as he massaged his way around your lower body, whilst another took your chin in his hands and pulled your face towards his, until your noses were touching. His fourth hand held the back of your neck, rendering you totally immobile with enough force to convince you that if your legs gave out he would hold you up by the scruff like a cat, no problem.
The crowd seemed more and more noticeable. You didn’t know how many there were - enough to make your pussy tingle and your stomach fill with dread - and you didn’t have the courage to see what their reactions were. You thought a couple of times you’d heard cheers, but put it down to your nerves playing tricks on you as you tried, keenly, to focus on Shiva as much as possible. You could feel the heat of their stares as you moved to kneel, Shiva’s hands allowing you to do so.
“Play with yourself,” he commanded, releasing you fully as he leaned himself back, fully prepared to enjoy the show. You noticed with glee that all of his eyes were open and at attention, enraptured in your movements. You felt sparks beneath your skin under his heavy stare and you shivered in delight. He, on the other hand, was having his own troubles keeping himself in check; his cock was throbbing something awful in his trousers. His ever observant gaze didn’t miss the glistening of your juices between your pussy lips, and he smirked. What a little slut.
You burned with shame as your hands trembled their way down your body, a moan falling from your own traitorous lips as you made contact with your desperate, throbbing, aching clit. It felt so good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move after your first wave of pleasure. You heard the cheers from the crowd when you’d moaned by accident, and you you froze.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, a mocking edge to his tone as he stared you down. He was frowning at your lack of movement, and your lip trembled at the realisation that Shiva was growing displeased with you. “I told you to play with yourself. Open up that pussy for us all to see. I want to see you making a mess here on this floor, for me, and for everyone here to enjoy.” His arms crossed to emphasise his point, whilst the other set rested on his hips expectantly.
Your eyes burned, but no tears fell as you slowly obeyed the command, using your fingers to spread your cunny for his viewing pleasure whilst massaging your swollen, over sensitive bud. The heat of being watched only made you throb more, clenching desperately at its emptiness as you wished for Shiva to end his fucking games and just fill you up, properly, already. Of course, you wouldn’t actually say so out loud, and you kept your mouth obediently shut as you dutifully pushed yourself closer to your orgasm the best you could.
It wasn’t enough; you both knew that getting yourself off was much harder of a task than if he was to take charge and you pouted, knowing he’d done that on purpose. No way would you be able to come by yourself in front of all these people, no matter how horny you were, so it was only a matter of time before you broke and begged him for reprieve.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? When you presented yourself to me like some common whore, begging me to fuck you?” Shiva was smiling like a madman as he looked down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. He didn’t miss how your chest was heaving, or how your juices spread to the tops of your thighs as you continued to make a mess of yourself. “Tsk. Earn your place on my cock, pretty one.”
You whined defiantly as your frustration reached a peak, sweat beading on your forehead as you pinched at your own clit angrily. You failed to cum despite your teetering on the precipice. You were far more sensitive than usual, you could feel it, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough.
Shiva seemed to take pity on you as he tutted at your whining, shaking his head as he held his hand up for you to stop. Twirling his finger at you, you frowned as you understood his instructions, cheeks blazing. Your body snapped to attention almost robotically, raising upwards to ‘stand’ on your knees before lowering yourself back down, you raised your ass up and lowered your head and Shiva stepped closer to position your hands on your ass cheeks.
“That’s it. Good, now put your head down. Yes, like that, on the floor. Ass up high.” He placed his hands on top of your own, guiding them to squeezing and pulling your ass cheeks wide. “Hold your ass open for them to see. Good, good, you’re doing well.”
Your cheeks were burning and you wondered how long he was going to force you to stay that way. Nobody, not even yourself had ever looked at your asshole so openly for so long before and you tried, desperately, to swallow your humiliation. One, two, three.. you counted, you could do nothing but count, as your fingers slowly tired and your face, knees and shins ached from the rough floor. Forty two, forty three, forty four..
It was the sixth set of counting to sixty of Shiva simply admiring you, massaging everywhere except your pussy as he displayed your goods like the trophy you were to all of his guests. The cheering had settled into more of a hum as the excitement died down and the crowd admired the artwork before them. It was a rare treat for him to be able to share such deliciousness with his comrades, friends, rivals; he also knew he would be the envy of them all which only served to fuel his ego and the smirk plastered on his face. Shiva needed to be careful not to cum in his pants at the thought of knowing he had such a prideful, beautiful, wonderfully vexing woman under his thumb.
Your whining steadily increased in volume as your body began to tire, and when your arms started to wobble, you couldn’t stop the small ‘please’ that escaped you.
“Aw, I’m going to help you out by keeping this view open for everyone, okay?” Shiva used a pair of hands to replace yours, making sure your asshole remained in perfect view to keep the crowd appeased. “Elbows down. Head up. Good. I’m going to fuck your pretty face.”
Sliding his cock under your head was easy, his flexible hips making quick work of thrusting up into your mouth as he held your ass and head firmly in place. His cock was fat and remarkably hard, and its width down your throat made your eyes water, which only made him moan louder each time he observed your eyes watering with every choke. You stuck your tongue out the best you could, his hard bucking hips opening your throat wider with each gag and thrust into the depths of your mouth, until your eyes were streaming from the effort of taking him fully sheathed but your nose was on his pelvis and your tongue was flattened against Shiva’s heavy balls as he eased his head down onto his length with a shudder.
You almost didn’t notice the massage of his thumb against your asshole as he groped at your backside. Almost.
“Ngh-wow, what a nice mouth you have, pretty girl. Maybe you would be worth making my wife. Hmm? What d’ya say? You want this cock for the rest of your life? Mm. Yes.. Fuck.”
You peeked up at him, your pussy clenching desperately as you spotted his scrunched brows and two eyes closed, lost in the nirvana of your throat. The other three were wide open, fixated on your movements, committing the scene to his eternal memory. You slowly moved one of your hands up, testing to see if he would force you still; with no sign of protest, you took his spitsoaked balls in your hand, massaging them gently as you applied pressure just behind them with your forefinger.
Shiva choked as you worked on him, a stuttered “what the fuck” escaping him as he rutted harder into your mouth; your fingers were testing his patience with a new layer of sensations, your tongue out ready and meticulously to attend to his balls with each thrust forward. You hardly noticed your aching knees and elbows, your burning lungs, the firm grip in your hair as his hips became more frenzied. Your stomach fluttered and your pussy ached for Shiva’s pleasure. You wondered if the crowd could see your asshole clenching? Did they move closer? You weren’t sure, and they’d quieted, or had Shiva simply gotten much louder?
It took little time for Shiva’s thrusts to become uneven, and your throat struggled to accommodate as you gagged beautifully on his girth with each pass of his cockhead. You were barely ready when he shot rope after rope of cum down your throat, dragging your head down so your nose was buried into his pelvis as his thumb finally slipped into your ass, his other fingers using your ass to anchor you onto him, bruising the ghost of his fingertips into your flesh. Your cry was muffled by his continued orgasm as he slipped another finger into your cunny, massaging your insides as he filled your throat with his seed.
“Drink it up, sweetheart, you’re going to be full of this for the rest of your life. You should’ve thought this through before you presented yourself to me,” Shiva growled, small pants between words as the sensation of his orgasm sends him feral - he felt utterly euphoric, for the first time in what felt like centuries; no way was he letting you go. He hummed appreciatively as your throat clenched around him. One, two, three thrusts later, he pulls from your mouth with a pop!, a long string of saliva connecting you and you heave for breath, the high of having such a man quite literally by the balls making way for the building wave of sensation of his fingers playing with your holes. You could feel him massaging your inner walls from both sides, and your eyes rolled as you panted, trying desperately to keep yourself together.
“Come, I’m not done with you,” Shiva lifted you onto his lap, his voice commanding with each instruction that was punctuated by him physically moving you exactly where he wanted you to be whilst continuing his assault on your previously neglected holes. He retreated from your pussy after a moment, swapping from his thumb to his forefinger in your backside as he shifted his grip on your ass to hold you above him. “Arch your back. Play with your nipples. Don’t you fill yourself up yet, did I tell you to do that? No.” With a slap to your backside, he slipped his still-swollen member between your pussy lips, breath hitching as your slick began to make a mess of him in anticipation. “Grind, move your hips up and down.”
He had his fat, engorged shaft nestled comfortably in the plush of your cunt, almost bathing in slick as he dragged your hips along his length; forwards, backwards, forwards, over and over again as the ridge of his cockhead gyrated against your neglected, puffy clit. You were so overwhelmed, the hollering in the background from your audience ever present as you tried not to lose yourself completely to the situation; the finger in your ass was making you pant and your cunt clench hungrily to be filled alongside it. Shiva’s skilled fingers sent you to places you didn’t know existed, and you slowly lost focus on everything but him. Your vision tunnelled as you dug your nails into his shoulders for purchase, for grounding, for protection. You could see his face, but you couldn’t register it properly. It was so much, but not enough at the same time, and it was confusing, and you lost focus.
“Oh, you’re salivating. I’m not even inside of you yet. How greedy and eager you are,” he observed keenly, licking the trail of drool from the corner of your mouth with glee and capturing your lips with his own. He sucked on your tongue, nipping your lip hotly as he drank you in, his kisses dragging you back just barely from the brink. Shiva’s hands were burning on your overheated frame, and you found yourself grateful for the outside breeze.
You were unprepared when Shiva guided your hips backward, slipping straight into your weeping hole in one slick movement. You almost bit your tongue in surprise as you registered the glory of him, finally, filling you up the way you’d been hoping for, needing, since he laid eyes on you.
It was better than you ever could have anticipated. His cock curved slightly at just the right angle that made fucking you stupid with minimal movement a simple feat. He was much larger than you were used to. On top of seemingly being able to reduce to you putty with little to no effort, his cock filled you up just right, stretching you deliciously as his arms anchored you into position, pushing your hips impossibly hard onto himself as he moaned into your neck and the finger in your ass stuttered to a brief halt. Your head fell forward, against his shoulder as your breath truly escaped you, panting as you tried not to fall apart at the feeling. He hasn’t even started, you thought woefully. And you felt this far gone already.
Shiva clenched his teeth as you moulded to his cock, sharp bolts of pain in his shoulders as you dug your nails into him, pulsing insistently in what he was sure was an effort to milk him dry and/or suffocate him, and it was working. How long had it been since he’d been so turned on by a woman? You were glorious, you were perfectly fucking made for his cock. Your cunt choked him, stuttering his hips as he willed himself to move, but found himself unwilling to pull out first; even to slam it straight back into you.
“Go on, pretty girl,” Shiva crooned, his touch gentle as he gently probed your backside with one hand, caressing you with the others. His touch was overwhelming, but comforting, and electric. It took a second for you to understand what he was saying. “Fill yourself up right now. Have at it.”
“Mm,” you nodded obediently, weakly, as you started moving your hips the way he wanted you to earlier, slowly; fighting the fog was hard, and your hips moved instinctively as if driven by Shiva’s quiet grunts of affirmation. You peeked at his expression, your cunny clenching enthusiastically seeing his eyes rolled back and chest heaving.
You picked up the pace, Shiva’s stuttered breaths and bruising fingers guiding you along, your confidence building with each moan that escaped him. Your body pulsed with pain, aching with the exertion as your body began to grow exhausted but you didn’t care. You carried on, with a whine, like a being possessed.
You keened at the scrape of his cockhead against your insides, a carnal ache for more taking over as you bounced with more and more enthusiasm. He was a thick man, packing plenty of girth that you were sure was tailor-made to send you cross-eyed and scatter all rational thought. Nothing you’d ever had in the past even compared to the elation you were feeling. Your hand, one on his shoulder was scratching desperately for leverage whilst the other, entangled in his hair, was tugging harder the closer you came to your peak. You yelped as he took a pebbled nipple in his mouth, tweaking the other with and hand, slipping another finger into your ass all at the same time.
It didn’t matter how many people were watching, it didn’t matter how you got yourself in this mess. Nothing mattered except the feel of his dick inside of you and the orgasm you were chasing; the best fucking you’d ever had, even before you’d cum properly.
“Mmf, hng-Shiva, m’gna- gonna cum!”
He tugged at your hair just as the crescendo hit, forcing you to look upwards at him and you saw stars, before you fell into utopia in the confines of his gaze. You choked on your breath as you released an impressive stream of juices all over him, milking his cock for all its worth. Your words turned into incoherent babbles as you sobbed, legs finally buckling from your efforts and you fell forward against him, fully into his arms.
“Scram,” he waved his hand to disperse the crowd who all disappeared obediently without question, taking a nipple in his mouth again and kindly massaging your frame as your mind drifted somewhere around unconsciousness. He never thought you would've agreed to this, and he'd never been so glad of setting a challenge in his life. On top of that, you took him so well; his cock raged at the idea of being removed, so much so that he stayed buried in you for several minutes as you gained some equilibrium, his hands on your body doing more than you expected in soothing your frazzled neres.
His kindness did not last long. Picking you up, he flips you onto your back, pushing your knees down towards your head, exposing your quivering little hole to the elements. One, two, three swipes of precum onto your hole and he sinks into your folds in one unforgiving movement, pushing deep into your belly as the movement forces all the air out of your lungs with a yelp. He bullies his swollen cockhead into your cervix sharply, with no give as you squeal into the open air. You grab frantically at him, at his hair, his shoulders - anything, clawing for purchase.
Shiva hissed - there was no way that was normal, the way your plushy walls rolled and clenched around him so tightly, the tremble of your thighs vibrating his cock deliciously as he sunk himself to the hilt, his balls heavy against your ass as he pulsed in rhythm to your spasms. Slowly, he rocked into you, trading speed for strength as each thrust beat your most sensitive spot with pinpoint precision at achingly slow speeds. You're so wet, the squelching of your cunt echoes in the expanse of the now vacated space atop the mountain, and you wonder how far the sound is travelling.
"O-oh, I'm so far from done with you, princess," Shiva rumbled, a low moan escaping as he relished your fluttering walls soaking him so nicely, staring at you with eyes glazed with lust and pure hunger as he admires your tear-stained cheeks and your pussy stretched so wonderfully around him. He pins your knees on your chest, your cunt spasming diligently at the added stretch as your breath stopped. You swallow him up, snugly and perfectly, the base of his cock rubbing against your clit and dragging gasps out of you with each steady, well-timed thrust.
All too soon, the growing coil of pleasure in your belly grows to its peak, and you are forced over the edge with a blaze, a mess of fluids spilling from your cunny down your quivering thighs as Shiva continued his bruising pace, relentlessly, far after the sun set.
He was just much, much bigger than you, and he never let you forget it.
c/w: record of ragnarok, female reader, size kink, stomach bulge, slight dumbification, overstim, multiple orgasms, unrealistic but it’s size kink so whatevs
a/n: yay god of thunder yay nearing the end of the kinktober series!!~
Thor pushed a third finger into you, your pussy wonderfully accommodating as your second orgasm washed over you and drool gathered in the corner of your mouth, your chest moving up and down heavily as your lungs burned. Thor smirked at your glazed eyes, your leg twitching sporadically beneath his hands as his fingers worked you open to take his much, much larger girth, resting readily, heavily, waiting on your thigh. You were sprawled on your back, legs flayed open on the edge of his plush bed; ripe for the picking.
“Feeling nice,” Thor commented quietly, smirk still present as he twisted his finger up to press into your spongy g-spot, drawing a loud whine from your lips. As much as he was absolutely desperate to bury himself into you, he knew that he was just a little too big and that he needed to be patient. He had to remind himself that time invested now to make you ready and pliable would mean plenty more fucking for him later. It was important to look after the things he cared for; your pussy had an incredibly high priority spot on that list. Proud man that he was, Thor made sure to leave you in high heaven after each of your encounters, enthusiastically fucking you stupid every time.
So when his impossibly wide cockhead, prepped with its own dripping precum, aligned itself with your clenching but gushing hole, you gripped the sheets by your hips and held your breath in anticipation. You enjoyed nothing more than the feeling of his unfairly wide girth stretching you open, though it still made you nervous each time. Spotting this, Thor reached a large hand towards your nipple, twisting it harshly as reprimand.
“You’re tense again,” he frowned, moving his fingers back to your hole in an effort to soften his entry once more. “Breathe. You know you need to relax.”
You whimpered at his retreat and allowed yourself a deep breath, moving your hands to your nipples instead and allowing Thor to reposition you against his cock again as you tried your best to relax. You barely registered the pillow that he slipped behind your back, lifting you up and allowing you a much better view. You pulled your tits aside by the nipples, wanting to watch the moment he sheathed himself fully into you, stretching your cunny to the brim. Anticipation built in your stomach as you watched the bead of cum on his slit grow, licking your lips.
It was a slow process. He pushed forward with a grunt, the mushroomed tip slipping into you with a slight resistance despite your overslick entrance. “Oh!” You couldn’t stop the cries tumbling from you, the stretch impossibly satisfying despite not even sheathing himself halfway. His muscles tensed beneath your thighs, and you keened happily.
“Hah.. oh, oh, God, o-oh!” Incoherent babbles were met by Thor’s satisfied grunts as your slick walls clenched with a bruising grip with each spasm of your legs or stuttered, choked cry.
“F-fuck,” Thor groaned as he bottomed out against your cervix, thrusting minutely as he gripped the remaining inch of his cock that jutted out of you. Massaging the base, he closed his eyes as your legs locked around his waist and his heaving member became captive in the apex of your legs. He thought of himself as a quiet lover, before he met you. Something about your almost constantly fluttering, greedy cunny; the taste, the amount of slick you’d create just for him; the way your eyes rolled, your lewd face as you mewled in happiness being skewered on his cock that, frankly, scared many others, yet you lapped up and begged for with glee.
It took everything in his power to not cum right there, waiting for your pussy to adjust to him, before he even slid all the way in. He could feel you moulding around him as his minimal thrusting (more like twitching) stirred you up enough to loosen, just a smidge.
Thor placed another pillow behind your back, cursing as it only tightened you again and he felt a sudden gush of warmth flood against him as you came, unexpectedly, from the sudden shift in position that hit just the right spot. You sobbed, quietly, as your thoughts scattered and you lost yourself to a fog of pleasure. You clawed at the man quite literally rearranging your insides for some semblance of reality as you chanted his name, almost silently. Your mouth was dry, your muscles hurt from being so tense, and you felt full.
Thor eyed the bulge in your lower belly, watching it grow as you crumbled around him and he finally sheathed himself fully into your open core. Your babbling fell silent as he pressed his open palm against your lower belly and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. You couldn’t breathe. You could feel him in your throat; alongside his hand pushing into your g-spot from the outside was enough to quite literally blow your mind, and your eyes rolled.
Stars burst in your vision as you felt him hilt deep inside you, pushing insistently against your cervix as your lower belly bulged it’s effort to accommodate him. You were sure he would have to do no more to rearrange your insides as you struggled to catch your breath, head rolling as his large hands held you in place by the waist. His own breathing was laboured, stuttering in time to the clenching of your already overworked core that was desperately milking him in an effort to clearly suffocate him.
“Hah,” he groaned as your cunny became more slippery by the minute; it was worth the pay off, taking it slow, stretching you out, because-
Those hands on your waist lifted you up swiftly, leaving his cockhead perfectly on the verge of slipping out before slamming you back downwards. A loud scream ripped from your mouth as Thor fucked you as he pleased, each thrust feeling like he was going to split you in half, ramming insistently into your cervix so hard and so good. When he captured your nipple in his mouth, your pussy released over his ceaselessly-working member as the extra sensation pushed you over the edge once more, and you clung to him the best you could. Your nails dug into his back for more purchase, unable to fully wrap around his thick frame as he bucked into you like a dog in heat; you were little, next to him. Tiny. Small. Like a doll, and he fucked you like one, until drool fell from your mouth and your voice cracked, until you were sure you drew blood on his back and you’d lost track of how many times you’d cum. Every touch of his made you feel like you were on fire; he was under your skin in every sense of the word. Did you black out? Were you dead? There was nothing but stars, but magic, but pure utopia-
“Come back to me,” Thor coaxed you gently, massaging and running his hands along your sides, your hips, your tits, your shoulders. This was the face he was waiting for, he thought; that dick drunk, fucked out expression that was so fucking pretty, the sexiest thing he had ever seen that he swore could get him off in his pants, knowing he made you look that way.
Several hard thrusts later and your name tumbled from his lips through gritted teeth as your cervix filled with the brunt of his seed; your incoherent mumbles intensified with every pulse of his member that dragged deliciously against your insides. He pulled out, almost, using his cockhead to keep you plugged up as he admired you with a smirk. A quick water break (he fed you, of course) and he was settled between your legs again, doing a fantastic job of keeping his mess contained.
“Lovely,” he complimented, gripping his dick in his hand as he massaged himself. By no means was he finished, and he wanted to give you a break, but he also wanted to fuck you silly. So he would settle for the next best thing as you attempted to catch your breath.
“Sit up a bit- a little- yes, ah. Ngh. Squeezing good, love. Don’t move.”
He wasn’t joking when he thought he could cum to that face; a few minutes of tugging and Thor emptied into you once more, bucking into you with a grunt as the sudden intrusion pushed out a lewd mix of your juices, alongside a choked cry from your own mouth.
“Fuck..” he hissed, pistoning back into you as his relentless member continued to pulse needily in your pussy.
Holding on to your face much more gently than you anticipated, Thor swooped in for a kiss, his tongue meeting yours in a gentle caress as you sunk into his attentions and warm haze of comfort before he started pistoning into your core like a crazed man again. You took on too much, fucking a God like him, as your vision clouded and the pressure snapped. You crumbled into the haze as he sunk you onto him, over and over again.
