Thorgy: I live in fear that someone will kidnap my friend Laila who lives at 822 58th St, apt 2 on the 4th floor, keeps the door unlocked, can’t miss it.
{Thorgy Thor is a rookie detective for the NYPD, and she is given the task of going undercover to destroy New York’s most infamous drug cartel, the one ran by Laila McQueen, the most feared woman in New York}
Laila McQueen would never admit that she cried about it. But after long days, when the sun sets and the moon rises, she always cried.
She was obviously tough, but that didn’t change the fact that death made her skin crawl.
The weight of the bodies lying in the ground because of her was enough to sink a ship, let alone the small, 5'6 woman.
So when she heard the eerie footsteps that slowly approached her; the storm of trouble adorning high heels and a short dress.
The footsteps silenced when they reached Laila’s office doors. “Miss McQueen? It’s Bob.”
A visit from Bob was a rare occurrence, and one that only happened when something really bad was happening. Laila knew that a shit storm was about to unleash on her.
“Bob, please come in.” She addressed the woman calmly.
The expression on Bob’s face told her everything she needed to know. Laila had a talent for reading people, and if people were books, Bob would be a picture book for children.
“Bob, what happened?” Laila tapped her long, black nails on her desk and gestured for Bob to sit in front of her. The woman looked nervous as she sat down on the edge of the seat she was given.
“Miss McQueen…we finally received some news from New York. We had some issues with the latest load, Smalls made a mistake.” Bob fidgeted.
Laila was silent for a moment. “Smalls…she’s the new one? The model one right? What did she do?” Laila wasn’t surprised Smalls had made a mistake; she hadn’t much going for her aside from her looks.
“The NYPD got her finger prints. Robbie thinks we should take care of her before the police do. Which is a shame, ‘cause everyone likes Smalls.”
Bob rambled, picking at her finger nails as anxiety bubbled.
This caught Laila off guard. She didn’t like to admit that her stomach dropped at the notion of murder. She just nodded slowly. “I suppose you’re right. Get on the phone to Robbie. We’ll fly over to New York tomorrow and keep the NYPD away from us.”
Laila flicked her wrist in dismissal and cursed.
•••
“I’m impressed Thor, I didn’t know you could arrive later than you did yesterday. Yet you succeeded.”
Thorgy flinched under the oversized sweater she was hiding herself with.
“I’m sorry..I forgot to set my alarm and there was traffic…” She mumbled, still trying to wake herself up.
Her partner watched her and laughed.
“Calm down Thorgy, I’ll go get you some coffee. You definitely need it.” Dax turned around towards the coffee machine.
“If I were you, I’d straighten up before the Captain arrives. The recent case didn’t go well and he’s pissed off.”
Thorgy winced. The captain didn’t like her anyway, let alone when he was in a bad mood. She was the police department clown.
The Captain approached like she always did. A hurricane that brought an ominous cloud over her wherever she went.
“Thor, you look horrible today. How fucking drunk were you last night? Dax, Jesus Christ why is the pile of files on your desk so big? It’s not a coaster.” The Captain hissed.
No one knew what the captain’s real name was. So the NYPD team called her Acid.
“To be blunt, I need someone to go undercover. Derrick had to be brought out early, but we need to know more on the drug cartel. We have a hit, Miss Naomi Smalls, but we don’t know where she is.” Acid explained.
Thorgy shrunk down. She wasn’t like Dax, she didn’t like going into the field. Thorgy and action definitely didn’t go hand in hand. She tried to hide behind Dax.
“Thor, I can still see you, idiot. And unfortunately, we need you to go undercover.” Acid rolled her eyes.
Thorgy’s heart stopped beating for a second. She gasped for breath as she began to feel dizzy. “Why me Cap?” She whined.
“It’s Captain, thanks. Because, you don’t have a record. Well, a record from being in the NYPD. The drug cartel use us as their weapons. But if they don’t have any information on you, then you should be fine. Track Naomi, gather information and then you can come back.” Acid demanded.
She steadied herself and nodded firmly at Acid. Thorgy wanted to be Captain, and this was the way to get Acid’s approval.
She looked out the window into New York’s busy streets and shuddered. This was it.
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AN: I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this smutty Thorla fic. Enjoy!
“Shane!” Tyler practically squealed, trying to prevent his boyfriend from tickling him. “I swear if you don’t fucking stop I’m going to kick your ass!” Tyler said, laughing with Shane’s arms wrapped around him. “I fucking hate you, quit.” He shouted, trying his best to sound angry, which didn’t really work.
“Hmm.. you sure don’t seem to hate me when I do this.” Shane said as he bent his head down and began kissing Tyler’s neck, knowing exactly where to kiss him to drive him crazy. Shane stopped tickling him and rested his hands on Tyler’s hips, still sucking a large bruise on the side of Tyler’s neck.
Tyler shivered and let out a small moan as Shane’s hands got lower and lower until they reached the hem of his shorts. Shane pulled the material up and let it snap back, hoping Tyler would get the signal and take them off. He did, sliding them down his legs all done while Shane was still attacking his neck. Shane ran his tongue along the side of Tyler’s jaw before pushing his face to the side to give him a sloppy kiss. He ran his hand down Tyler’s chest and down to the bulge that was growing in his underwear, tracing a finger along it causing Tyler to hum in arousal.
“Mmh… Shane.” Shane may have been the one teasing Tyler, but damn when he said his name like that he couldn’t help but feel shivers run up his spine.
Shane was distracted with his own filthy thoughts, which were soon interrupted by Tyler wiggling in his arms. “What did you say, baby?” Shane asked. “I s-said that I want you to t-touch me.” Tyler said, turning himself around to look into Shane’s eyes, which were now dark with lust and desire. Shane then took Tyler by the hand, taking him to the bedroom. Tyler sat down as Shane searched for the raspberry lube. Tyler’s body was practically vibrating with excitement and arousal. Shane climbed on top of him, giving him a passionate yet sloppy kiss.
He began kissing down the small boy’s body, caressing his nipples as he went farther down. He kissed the soft skin just above the hemline of Tyler’s boxers just before pulling them down and giving Tyler a devilish smirk. Shane circled a lubed finger around Tyler’s entrance, teasing him before pushing in slightly. Tyler sighed in pleasure as Shane pushed in farther, curling his finger up experimentally and hitting Tyler’s prostate, listening to the loud moan that escaped the boys mouth.
He added a second finger, looking up at Tyler to see him whimper and shake as he tried to stay still. “Love seeing you like this. Love being the only one that makes you feel like this, baby.” It was true, Shane was the only one that got to see Tyler like this. Everyone always saw the dominate, commanding Tyler that gets what he wants. Not the submissive, fragile Tyler that is willing to do anything and everything for pleasure. “A-ah,” Tyler yelped as Shane hit his prostate once again. “Only you Shane, hmm. F-fuck.” Shane pumped his fingers faster as Tyler bucked his hips and tried pushing himself further onto Shane’s fingers.
“S-so close Shane,” Tyler said, eyes closed as he clinched his jaw to hold back a moan so he could speak. “Shane, fuck.” Tyler came with a series of moans, the word “fuck” and Shane’s name. Shane continued to pump his fingers, working Tyler through his orgasm. As Tyler came down from his high, Shane removed his fingers, coming up and resting himself against Tyler’s back. “Still hate me?” He asked, wrapping his arms around Tyler. He sighed before letting out a small “No.” “That’s what I thought.” Shane said, smirking to himself as he felt Tyler’s chest go back to rising and falling at normal speed.
the au where laila’s a stripper and thorgy thinks she’s beautiful. for simplicity, i use laila and shane the whole time.
Down on the West Coast they got a sayin'
"If you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'."
But you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you?
Laila’s usual Friday night consisted of dressing up in pretty bejeweled lingerie, then taking it right back off on stage. Her hips swayed perfectly with the song as she moved around the stage, the living embodiment of sex as she collected her tips.
Shane didn’t know why he let his friends drag him to this show, especially since he was very gay and most of the strippers were female. Not that he didn’t think females were attractive; he just could think of better ways to spend his nights.
The only dancer that caught his attention was a short one they introduced as Laila. He honestly thought she was a woman until Bob leaned over and said, “This one’s a guy. Drag queen, she’s really good.” Shane just nodded as he watched her move, almost hypnotized by the way her body moved so fluidly to the music.
Down on the West Coast I get this feeling
Like it all could happen that's why I'm leaving
You for the moment, you for the moment, Boy Blue, yeah, you
When the music stopped and the show was over, all Shane’s friends prepared to leave. Shane was about to head out, too, until he saw the short dancer from earlier walking to the bar. He excused himself and walked to join her.
“You did great tonight,” was his greeting, and Laila looked almost scared when he spoke. Nice job, you caught her off guard. That’s how to make her like you. It went away immediately, and her black-painted lips stretched into a smile.
“Thank you,” she replied in a soft voice that Shane wasn’t expecting due to the confidence in her performance. Everything about her seemed to surprise Shane, especially the fact that the boy underneath seemed to be much more shy.
Your flyin' high at the show, I'm feeling hot to the touch
You say you'll miss me the most, I say I'll miss you so much
But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a-lush
Your love, your love, my love
A few drinks and a few hours later, they found themselves kissing against the wall of the club, black lipstick smeared over both of their mouths. They couldn’t stop giggling, which made it hard to kiss, but they both enjoyed it a lot.
“Come home with me?” Shane asked suddenly, causing Laila to stop for a moment, thinking about it. After a few moments, she finally agreed. “Okay. Come with me to my dressing room I’ll get changed and I don’t want anyone else snatching you away.”
Shane couldn’t help but laugh, a noise that was music to Laila’s ears. “As if I’d let anyone. You’re obviously the most interesting one here.” Laila was glad she was leading the way, because her blush was shining through her foundation.
I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love
Throughout the entire transformation, Shane couldn’t stop thinking of how beautiful she was. As a woman, as a man, in-between, she looked perfect all the same. They excited the club, hand-in-hand, and walked the short distance to Shane’s house.
They practically ran up the stairs, Laila removing her clothes almost immediately. Thorgy took her hand and stopped her after she removed her shirt. “I.. just wanted to cuddle, for now. You’ve had a lot to drink and I don’t want our first time to be like that.”
Laila was surprised, mainly because people who took her home wanted sex. She is a stripper after all. It was endearing, though, and she accepted the offer. That night she fell asleep in Shane’s arms, his fingers playing with her purple hair as he hummed quietly.
