had such a long week and now that i am fully relaxed im just pent up and freaky, so enjoy the real time belly posting :3 really big fan of the fact my tits are getting to a point of cleavage
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: you seek validation through online correspondence with incarcerated men, only for one to lock you down in turn.
Characters: convict/excon!Thor (silverfox)
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The rest of the drive home is tense. For you at least. Thor hums, his hand on yours as he steers with the other. His mood has notably brightened.
You look down at your finger as he toys with the stone there. Married? To this man? You are in big trouble.
He pulls up to the curb of your stepfather's house. That's another issue. Your mom is lackadaisical but her husband makes up for it. He is controlling down the length of the grass on his lawn.
You glance over at the house. It still doesn't feel real. It's all just a bad dream. It has to be.
"I will walk you to the door." Thor offers. You don't respond as you keep staring up at the suburban greenery. "My queen?"
You make yourself look at him.
"No, it's okay. I can--"
"I am a gentleman. I insist." He undoes his seatbelt and pushes open his door. You can't stop him. Not from anything. You're down a very deep hole you dug yourself.
He comes around as your seat belt snaps back. He opens the door and offers his hand. His large hand. It's hard to forget his size but each time you see him, it's a surprise.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why the heck did you mess with a criminal? Several, even.
You hope down from the high truck and he takes you up the walk. You trip up the front steps and he steadies you. You turn to him as you blink away the haze.
"My queen, are you unwell?" He rubs your shoulder.
"F-fine," you stutter. "Thor, I just need..."
"Time. You said. But my queen, not much. I spent too much of it caught up in my errors. Please, don't make me wait too long."
You nod as you stare up at him. He's not just so much bigger, he's older. You almost want to ask but it doesn't really matter. The grey hair threaded into the gold, the lines around his eyes and across his forehead, all tell you he's far too old for you. Yet, his thick arms, his burly chest, they contrast those little hints of age. He is still a lot stronger than you.
"I know. I promise. It's just... My parents won't be back for a few--"
Your name crackles in the air. You gulp. Your eyes go wide as Thor's face creases with confusion. Your lips part as Andy's voice rises from the speaker again.
"I know you can hear me. Who's this?" Your stepfather demands from the doorbell cam. Shoot. You didn't think about that.
"Ughhh, hi, Andy," you turn and wave to the lens, moving to block Thor from view. "No one."
"I told you, no visitors." Andy growls.
"He isn't... He's leaving right now. Sorry." You rub your neck.
"You have two minutes." Andy warns. "Or--"
"No, no," Thor gently urges you away from the camera. He bends to look into it. "No, you don't speak to her that way."
"Thor," squeak. "Please."
"Excuse me?" Andy scoffs. "Who the hell are you? This is my house."
"And yet you lack hospitality." Thor accuses. "We were saying our farewells. Nothing more and you interrupted."
Andy says your name again. "Two minutes and the cops are on their way."
"Andy, please--"
"He comes back and I will be discussing this with your mother." He sneers.
You frown. "Yes, Andy." You touches Thor's elbow. "Please go."
"Hmm," he stands straight and faces you. "Only because you asked. Not him."
"Okay," you say. "Okay."
"My queen," he turns you to him completely. "I will return but know every moment will be empty without you."
If you weren't so dang scared, you would laugh at his cheesiness. You just stand there as he leans in to kiss you. Once more, his figure dwarfs you in a frightening way.
The epiphany truly sets in as his lips move on yours. You cannot stop this man. Not ever.
He draws away and sighs. A much less enamoured breath comes from the speaker. You shoot Thor with your fingers. He grins dumbly and blows you a kiss as he stumbles backward down the steps.
"You will always be right her, my queen." He pays his chest.
You force a smile and watch him traipse back to his truck. You wave as he get in the driver seat. You gnash your teeth as you wait for him to pull away. Finally, he's gone.
"I should tell your mom." Andy drags you back to panic.
You spin and face the lens, showing your palms.
"Andy. Please. It's not--"
"Not in my house. You have your own place. Go be a slut there."
"Andy." You gasp.
No response. You say his name again. Still nothing. Oh frig.
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The night is no less stressful than the day. You pendulum between exhaustion and fear. You're tired of your own mistakes. Your stupidity. Your insecurity. This is all because you just needed validation.
And you're scared of Thor and Andy and all the consequences of that. You can't even wallow in self-pity. You deserve this.
You spend the night on the couch. You have a plan. In the morning, you're going to wash the guest bedding and clean up all the evidence of your occupation. Then you're going home. Your stepdad can keep watching through the camera.
You fall asleep against your will. You don't have any choices anymore. When you wake, your head is pounding and your body is stiff. The TV is still on.
You sit up and shut it off. Yellow sunlight peers in between the curtains. You groan. What time is it?
You grab your phone. Dammit. It's almost noon. You have about a dozen notifications. You can assume who they're from.
You stand up and grab your head as if it might fall off your neck. You're dizzy. You blink long and hard as you gather your wits.
You drop your hands and pull on your loose pajama shorts as they bunch between your legs. You hobble towards the hall and pause as you hear the door click. No, please... Thor would try, wouldn't he?
You face the door, preparing for the intruder but you're not ready for who enters. Andy stops short as he sees you. He grips the door handle tighter as he stares you down.
"Andy," you murmur.
"Good morning," he scoffs. "I see you're enjoying yourself."
"What are you..." You try to see past him. "Did you come home early?"
"Just me." He says. He calmly shuts the door and twists the lock.
You cross your arms, overly aware of your lack of bra. You linger in the doorway as he puts his keys in the tray. He turns to you and you reach up to rub your throat.
"Andy, I'm sorry about that guy. It's not--"
"I didn't tell your mom." He interrupts. "Yet."
"Please," you bet.
"We should talk." He insists.
You frown deeper. You know what's coming. A lecture.
"I..." You swallow.
"I could use some coffee, after driving all night." He says. It's more of a command.
"Okay. I'll make some." You flinch. "I'm sorry."
"Mm." He hums flatly and strides past you.
He goes into the dining room and you reluctantly follow his steps, instead veering into the kitchen. You fidget before you get your bearing. Coffee. Right.
The time it takes to brew isn't enough to prepare yourself. You pour two cups. You need it before your head shatters to pieces.
You bring them into the dining room. You place one before Andy on the table mat. You sit across from him. He huffs as you mindlessly set yours directly on the wood. You move it on the mat and apologise once more.
He stares at you. His cheek ticks. He's thinking. You twitch and sip your coffee.
"I told your mom I came here because a pipe leak." He says.
"Oh," you babble.
He considers you as he takes a gulp of black coffee. He narrows his eyes.
"That man is a bit old for you, don't you think?" He challenges.
"Um yeah, but... But... Andy it's not..."
"Your mother would agree, don't you think?" He spits.
You nod and pout. "I know."
He's quiet again. You slump and mope at the table. You fold your hands on your lap and wait for him to continue.
"I didn't know you liked older men." He says. "Explains why you never bring any boys around."
You look up at him, confused.
"What do you mean?" You ask.
"It's interesting." He shrugs as he crosses his arms on the table and leans in.
"Ummm." You don't know what he means.
He stares at you. You want him to stop. You shiver.
"Might not be so cold if you had a bra on," he chides.
Your eyes go wide and you cover your chest with your arms.
"I can see everything." He snarls.
You squirm.
"Andy?" You hiss.
"May as well not even both with the shirt if you're going to flaunt around like that." He snips.
You girmace, "why are you saying those things?"
"I'm treating you exactly like you should be. Bringing strange men to my house behind my back." He snarls.
Your lip trembles. "You're... You're not my dad."
His lips slant, "I know."
His tone sends chills through you. You're speechless. Your chest binds up and you struggle to get a breath in.
"If your mom knew..." He tuts.
"I was just about to clean up and leave." You croak.
"Sure, you can clean up your mess." He says evenly. "But I meant what I said."
"Huh?"
"About the shirt."
You gape at him. You don't get it.
"Take it off." His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him. Yet you know exactly what he said.
"Please."
"So I should tell mom?" He asks.
You look at the table then the wall. You shouldn't care. Your mom chose him a long time ago but she's all you have.
"No," you utter.
You drop your head and inhale. You let it out slow and uncross your arms. You shudder as you curl your fingers around the hem of your shirt.
Do it.
You swipe the fabric up and whimper. No one's ever seen you like this. You're embarrassed.
"Mm. That's... A lot." He leans forward. "Stand up."
You keep your eyes down. You stand. Your stomach churns.
"Alright then. Get started."
You flick your eyes up and shrug. That only makes your chest jiggle. You cover yourself.
He tisks. "Ah, no."
You sniff and drop your arms. He groans. Your throat locks up as if you might vomit.
"Dishes." He commands.
You nod and walk away. Each step has your chest bouncing. You go into the kitchen and turn on the sink.
You sense him come in behind you. "And you can do the floors after." He says.
"Okay," you put the few plates you used into the sink.
As the sink fills with bubbles, you reach into scrub the plates. The water sprays down and the water is hot on your skin. You don't hear him until he's right behind you.
Andy hooks his arms under yours and cups your tits. They overflow his grasp. He squeezes and pushes himself against your back.
The plate slips out of your grip. He breathes into your hair. "No, keep going."
Your hands are clumsy as you search in the sink for the plate. You can't focus as he kneads your tits. He rocks his pelvis until you feel him. You can't believe this is happening.
Hello everybody I’m really horny and a little high right now so listen up I’m really pent up and I want to take my frustration out on a cute guy by tying him up and blindfolding him and putting a gag in his pretty mouth and putting a vibrator in his boy cunt and keeping it on the highest setting and just leave him there for the entire night and wake up to him absolutely fucking soaked
No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: you seek validation through online correspondence with incarcerated men, only for one to lock you down in turn.
Characters: convict/excon!Thor (silverfox)
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.
I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖
Andy draws away. He hums. You stare at the sink. It’s just lukewarm water and suds. You can’t move. You can barely think.
What would your mom say? Somehow, you think she’d blame you.
“You know, I think this place needs a good vacuum,” he drawls. “Dragging in all that dirt, aren’t you?”
You glance over at him as he stands in the doorway, his back to you. His shoulder moves, his hand in front of him, rubbing… that place. The stiffness you fell on your back.
“Okay.” You utter.
“Yes… sir,” he turns his head to correct you.
“Yes, sir,” you repeat. “I’ll get the vacuum.”
“Just like you are,” he insists. “Understand?”
You look down at your naked chest. “Yes, sir.”
He steps out of the kitchen and you shiver. You pull the stopper and put it on the side of the sink. It drains loudly as you dry your hands.
Your head spins as you search the room. Vacuum. Focus. You go out into the hall and open the closet. You pause.
What happens after that? How far does this go? Your nipples harden again. Please, stop it.
You roll out the vacuum, bent awkwardly to push the canister as you hold the hose in your other hand. As you pass the dining room, you hear a buzz. You stop and listen. It sounds again. Shoot.
You lean the hose on the wall and go into the dining room. You tiptoe as you retrieve your phone. It’s Thor. If you don’t answer, he’s going to come over here.
You fumble to answer and peek out the doorway. “Um, hi.”
“My queen, I’ve been so worried,” he proclaims. “What has kept you so long?”
“I’m sorry, I— I slept in,” you lie.
“Ah, yes. Yesterday was rather exciting. I was thinking I might come see you. If you need to work, I could drive you. We could stop at that coffee shop–”
“Hey,” Andy’s voice comes from down the hall.
You cover the speaker of the phone and steady yourself. “I’ll have to call you back,” you force a yawn. “When I’m fully awake. Okay… honey?”
“Hmm,” Thor hums. “Mm, honey. I like that.”
“Alright. Give me a bit okay?” You lower the phone and tap the screen.
You tuck it into your pocket and grab the vacuum. You walk cautiously, trying to keep your chest from bouncing. All of your rebels and jiggles.
You enter the living room and find Andy on the couch. His legs are wide as he lifts his chin and watches you. You smile sheepishly then correct yourself.
“I forgot where it was…” you lie. Again.
“Mmhm,” he clucks.
You turn and search for an outlet. You roll the vacuum to the corner by the table. You bend to plug it in, and uncoil the cord. You feel your phone hanging precariously from your pocket. You stand and subtly catch it, slipping it behind the vase on the table.
“Take your pants off,” Andy demands.
You face him, holding the hose. “Hm?”
“You heard me. I want to see what panties you’re wearing.”
Your eyes dart back and forth. You set the hose against the table. You hook your fingers into the sweatpants and push them down. You stand and fold them, putting them on the other side of the vase.
“Turn.” He swirls his finger. You bite your cheeks and obey. “Mm, you look good from behind.”
“Please, Andy,” you grab the hose. “I’ll clean up. Please, just let me–”
You hit the button and the noise drowns out your voice before you can sob. You put the end on the floor and drag it over the hardwood onto the rug. You make your way around the room, avoiding the couch.
You don’t hear him moving around. You back up into him and feel your ass press to his crotch. You nearly drop the hose as you crane to see him. He wiggles against you.
He bends over you and shuts off the vacuum. You wince as he hooks his arm around you and stands, bringing you with him. He backs up, step by step, and sits. He pulls you into his lap as he does.
His hands quickly scoop up your tits as he pushes your knees apart with his. “What you're going to do is sit just like this and move those hips.”
“Andy?” You gasp.
“Do it. That ass looks so sweet, I bet it feels even sweeter.”
He gropes you as he leans back. You feel his bulge against you. You squeak and tilt your hips. The friction makes him groan. You rock forward then back once more. He gets louder.
“Like that, sweetie. Just like that.” His fingers knead your flesh. “Damn… I guess I never… never noticed… how much you got.”
You close your eyes and keep your tempo. Your skin blazes with humiliation as you whimper between his deep groans. Your lip quivers as you feel him rubbing against you in turn.
“Please, I want to stop,” you say. “Please, Andy, I’m sor–”
He grunts as suddenly he lurches. You fall off of him onto the floor. You roll over as you hear him grunting.
You cry out in shock as you watch Thor drag him over the back of the couch. The larger man has two hands around his neck. Andy reaches behind him to claw at Thor’s face.
Thor turns Andy and rams his face into the wall. Andy cries out then flings his head back, hitting Thor in the jaw. He plants his feet and pushes back with all his strength. He manages to set the other man off kilter and they stagger around.
Andy grasps two of Thor’s fingers as he tries to peel them off his neck. Thor spins him and tosses him over the couch. You cry out and drag yourself backwards as your stepfather rolls onto the floor.
“Stay down!” Thor snarls as he storms around the couch. He swipes up the throw blanket torn down by the struggle and fans it out as he approaches. He drapes it over your shoulders. “My queen.”
“Get the fuck out of my house,” Andy coughs as he rolls onto his side, rubbing his neck. “Slut.”
Thor growls and grabs Andy by his collar. He lifts him as he cocks back his arm and cracks his fist across his face. He rears back a second time as Andy hangs unconscious from his grasp. You quickly lunge forward to grab his forearm.
“Please, please,” you beg. “Please, you’ll kill him–”
He exhales shakily and looks at you with dilated pupils. “Only if you want me to, my queen.”
You think about it. You could let him and he could go back to jail. But you could go too. You could be an accessory. No, you don’t want anyone to find out about this. Especially not your mom.
“No, please. I don’t… I don’t like violence.”
“But he violated you. He–” He lays another punch on Andy’s cheek then shakes him. “He desecrated you, my queen!”
“Thor, please,” you latch on tighter, this time to the thicker meat of his arm. “Please, just… get me out of here.”
“Yes, my queen. I know you dislike violence but he earned it. I protected you–”
“You did,” you rub his bicep. So thick. So strong. “Please,” you look down at his hand, his knuckles are reddened. “Look at your hand.”
You take his large hand in both of yours. You pet his knuckles gently. You’re trembling.
“I didn’t want to…” you whisper.
“I know, my queen. I would never doubt you.”
“But how–” You look up at him.
“You didn’t hang up.” He intones and clasps onto your hand. “Come. Let’s get you dressed. I will keep watch and you will get your things.”
“Okay,” you let him help you to your feet. He pulls the blanket snugger around you to cover you. “Thor…” you say, heart racing.
“Mhmm,” he glares at Andy’s unmoving form.
“Thank you.” You say.
He looks at you and his expression eases. He cradles your face and bends to kiss your forehead. “I would do anything for you. Anything.” He brushes his fingertips against your scalp. “Even make him disappear.”
“Don’t do that,” you say. “I’ll be right back.”
You gently run your hands over his chest and he lets you go. You scurry around him and into the hall. You can hardly believe what’s happened.
Andy coming home, the dishes, the vacuum, then… and Thor bursting in. That look in his eyes. His pupils bottomless, his irises only a thin ring. You believe what he says. That he would and could kill a man that easily.
You go into the guest room. All your stuff is ready to go. That was already your plan. To leave.
You dress quickly. You bring your bag out with you and stop in the living room. Thor stands over Andy, watching him as if he’ll jump at any moment. That man isn’t moving any time soon.
You hurry to snatch your phone off the table and go to Thor. “Come on.”
“Yes, my queen.”
He steps over Andy, his toe hitting his side as he does. You don’t think that’s unintentional. He takes your hand tugs you to the door. You stop to put on your shoes and glance round one last time.
You let Thor take you out to his waiting truck. He grabs your bag and puts it in the back as you climb in. You’re quiet, reeling in the aftermath. Your adrenaline slowly recedes.
Thor gets in the driver seat as you stare through the windshield. He turns the engine and the rumble shakes you. Your mind clears, just a little.
“How did you get here so fast?” You ask.
He steers down the street and clears his throat. He chuckles and grips the wheel tight. “I… was already close when I called. Wasn’t the first time. I’d been trying to get you all morning, my queen. I was worried.”
“Ah,” you nod.
He sniffs and shifts in his seat.
“My queen. Are you…”
“I’m fine,” you cut him off. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You should’ve let me kill him.” He hits the steering wheel with his fist.
“Thor, please.” You squeal.
“I can’t help it. I just think of him. Of what he was telling you to do. Of you doing that with him. I know you didn’t want to. I heard the fear in your voice and that–” He inhales deeply and steps on the brake. He shakes his head. “I’m not going back. No. I won’t. I got out for you, my love. I must stay out for you.”
You gently touch his arm. You wonder if maybe you should have let him. If he went back to prison…
Still, you’re not sure that would pan out well for you. A dead stepfather, a grieving mother, and no doubt, curious detectives. How exactly did you meet this much old, very dangerous man?
“Well, I suppose you’ll need a place to stay,” Thor says.
You blink. “What? No, I–” You stop yourself. You didn’t tell him about the apartment. Your mom’s house was your last defence. Now that’s gone.
“Oh, you cannot go back there. No. Never. But love, doesn’t it make sense. I’m out now, we’re getting married. You can come live with me.”
“With you?”
“Oh, well, it’s my parents’ house. It’s lovely there, isn’t it? Just until we’re married. We could start looking now,” his tone lifts as he rambles. “Somewhere for us to be happy. To be together.”
You gulp and stare at the dashboard. Reality sets in again. Thor saved you from Andy, but no one’s coming to save you from him.
“I think it’ll be nice to have a big yard. And big windows, eh?” He asks.
“Mhmm,” you nod, mindlessly. It won’t be so nice to be stuck alone with him. That sounds like a prison to you.
I’m so pent up after days of being too tried or too busy to be horny that now I feel like if I cum it would be so strong I could make a girl gag from the force of it hitting the back of her throat.
