#carolthor

[caroldanversenthusiast]

i love capes

[thorst]

28. Hair

Tis The Soft Season Challenge • Thor Odinson / Carol Danvers • Earth 202 • Mature: pregnant Carol gets it on with Thor in comfy zero g.

Thor had his eye closed, a soft smile on his lips. His head was cradled in Carol's lap as she braided his long blond hair in the style he'd taught her years ago now, weaving flowers into it as she went. The blooms in this field were a soft cornflower blue and she smiled as she thought of the way they'd compliment the colour of his eyes.

Eye, she corrected herself silently as she bent to kiss his forehead. She couldn't reach, though, and made a tiny sound of consternation at the constantly glowing belly that prevented her from moving as she wished more and more often. As if sensing her frustration, their baby kicked and stretched, and Carol leaned back onto her arms the better to breathe.

Thor was up in an instant, that one blue eye (Carol still imagined him with two, and wondered how long that would last) filled with warm concern as he came to cradle her head in one large hand. Carol smiled up at him. He really did look pretty with all those flowers. "I'm fine," she began, though she had to admit the experience of being suddenly out of breath when they both had been sitting still was not one she would be getting used to any time soon.

In answer, Thor kissed her, his other hand coming to caress her rounded stomach. The glow was strong enough that the bones of his hand could be seen as shadows in his flesh. He moved to place a kiss here, as well. "You be kind to your mother, Starlight," he murmured, smiling, "I am very fond of her."

Grinning, Carol eased herself back against the soft grass, small smile on her lips. She had to roll onto her side almost immediately, though, and smiled as much to herself as to Thor when he was immediately there, kissing the spot in front of her ear that never failed to make her shiver.

"Do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?" She could feel his smile against her skin, her expression coy when he moved to catch her gaze.

"I'm comfortable here," Carol lied, throwing her head back to laugh when Thor pouted dramatically before returning her laugh and scooping her easily into his arms.

Carol stretched - such that she was able - and snuggled her head against Thor's chest with a contented sound and was rewarded with the low rumble of his chuckle reverberating through his chest. "You seem more comfortable already."

"Okay, wise guy," Carol retorted without moving; her back felt better as he held her like this than it had in hours. As she closed her eyes, she felt her hair, and the hair on Thor's arms, begin to stand on end as he gathered the lightning about them both in preparation for flight. This prompted her to look quizzically up at Thor, whose eye she could see even from this angle was overflowing with the storm already.

Usually, around her, that meant only one thing. She smiled to herself and turned back against his chest, curious about what he had planned.

"You must have drifted off," Thor's warm voice awoke her, and she blinked up owlishly at him. His hair, still only half braided, floated gently about his face, and the lightning that leapt from his skin was moving in slow, pulsating strings in place of the frenetic, dancing forks she was more accustomed to. Her back felt better, the baby no longer putting pressure on it as they floated, utterly weightless.

Earth glowed beneath them, huge beyond reckoning. She glanced at the spectacle of it for only a moment before turning her smiling face back to Thor. "This is much more comfortable," she murmured against his lips, kissing him deeply as his hands roved down the length of her back, caressing the curve of her ass before anchoring at her thighs.

"I can make you more comfortable," he replied, and she felt his voice as much as heard it, pressed up against his chest. He winked while she was looking at him - an expression he had taken some time to master again after losing his eye - and with a shimmer his clothing winked out of existence, his skin warm beneath her hands.

For someone who insisted he had barely any magic of his own relatively often, he certainly was capable of a lot of it. "Suddenly I'm over dressed," Carol grinned, tracing a finger over the line of his clavicle, down the centre of his chest and, being interrupted by the presence of her own body pressed against him, down his rippling obliques. Carol ground her hips against him, biting her lip eagerly at the feel of him hot and hard beneath her.

Thor bent to kiss her throat, sucking hard enough to mark her skin some before moving a hand to press and stroke between her thighs, over the rough fabric of her jeans. "How much do you like these clothes?"

Carol pressed her head against Thor's chest, gasping and wanting already at his slight touch. Almost enough to forget that these were her favourite pregnancy jeans. They had little zippers down the sides and motorbike style knees and Thor ground himself against her and Carol could feel how hard he was for her already through the infringing fabric and she wanted them off, wanted them gone, there would be other cute jeans than these in her life. She moved to look at him and smirked, one eyebrow quirking. "Let space have 'em, big guy."

She didn't have to tell him twice - not that she ever did, about anything at all- and Thor grinned a wild grin that reminded her from time to time 'oh yeah, he's a Viking god' and she felt rather than heard the fabric giving way immediately under the force of his touch.

They didn't float away so much as hurtle as fast as Mjölnir ever was, wild and unhindered by friction or gravity into the infinite dark of space. She'd just had time to wonder if they'd ever be seen by sentient eyes again when Thor had his arms around her. Even before he slid himself into her slow and sweet and tender, the lights of all the starry host hung round them faded into insignificance to each of them as they nestled into the other's embrace.

Thor rested his forehead against Carol's as they moved together, moaning long and loud as the tight heat of her squeezed along the length of him as he rolled his hips against her. "You feel so *good,*" he managed in a deep, stuttering groan.

Carol clung to him, arms wrapped tight around his broad, muscular shoulders. There was no thunder in space, but his lightning more than made up for that. In the vacuum, it grew and glowed from him like tongues of flame, weaving with her own prismatic tendrils of light, their two powers more complimentary than ever out here in the vast nothing. They glowed white-hot together, out here, where there was no reason to hold any of it back.

Her light blazed all the brighter as Thor found the sweet spot inside her that made her gasp his name and shiver. "Thor," Carol whispered, the sound a small and intimate thing, a breath meant only for her lover's ear. "don't stop."

Nobody else could make eyes filled to overflowing with all the power of a storm soft and tender, Carol had long thought, but Thor did. His kiss was not soft - he rightly assumed that wasn't what she wanted right in this moment - nor was the way he drove his cock into her, not stopping, just as she'd asked. But his hands caressed her even as they held her steady, and between hungry kisses he nuzzled her throat and cheeks and she could hear tiny murmurs of love and delight falling from his lips.

Thor felt Carol coming undone around him, on him, and he focused on that with single-minded intensity. It had not been easy for her, these past weeks, as the baby had grown and made any kind of comfort increasingly difficult, let alone like this (not to mention the constant glowing, which even now persisted, drowned out only by their own dazzling radiance as they held nothing back). They had each tried their best, but Thor had suspected that this would be better, and he couldn't be happier to find he had been right. Carol's breathless gasps, the way her fingers wove through and tugged at his hair, the feel of her legs wrapped around his hips, wanting more; they urged him on far more than the dizzying wave of pleasure gathering in his own body.

Carol came with a cry muffled against his lips; muffled only because she needed to kiss him. Thor closed his eyes and returned both kiss and moan as her climax ushered in his, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm breathtaking over his cock and he keened softly against her lips as he spilled within her, her fingers pressing hard enough to leave impressions in the firm muscle of his back.

They float like that, silent, satiated, wrapped in each others' embrace. The cold of the vacuum is nothing against their own fires, and they had nowhere to be. Carol laughed and kissed Thor's nose. "Your flowers have all frozen."

"Mm," he rumbled in assent. "Midgardian flowers don't like the cold."

She laughed and cupped his cheek. "Asgard next time, then."

[avengersbutincorrect]

Thor: knock knock

Thor: who is there?

Thor, beaming: happiness!

Carol, pregnant and sick: NO!

[oberynmartell]

pedro pascal: king of having a flat ass

king of making me want to douse that pancake in syrup and eat it

[oscar-isaac]

happy birthday sav!!! 🥳 i hope you have an amazing day!! 🥰

aw thank you! ☺️

[daethsticks]

😳

send me a 😳 and i’ll reply with a random meme from my phone

[tinynebula]

1 & 49?

How far along are you in your studies?

It's tricky, because I changed careers halfway. I'm in second year of film school, it's a five year program, but I had two previous years where I was studying physics.

What are your thoughts on Academia?

I guess my thoughts are very influenced by the fact that here the best universities are public, so that big elitist aspect of academic life is reduced. I'm not that interested in pursuing it, there's some programs in sociology and art history that maybe I'll do but I think once I get my title I'm out. I'm thinking maybe it's an opportunity to travel abroad and to a masters in another country.

send me some university asks

[someiconsx]

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[lantsevs]

13 & 21?

tysm for asking!!

13. describe your ideal 2021.

i become more consistent in the things i like to do, instead of letting them become a one time thing. i learn to manage my money, and make wiser decisions (as wise as they can be for a soon-to-be sixteen year old). i spend more time doing things i love!! (these seem so boring in retrospect but they are kinda like little achievements i can actually work towards instead of just getting a big one that would require most of my effort)

21. What would you like to say to your future self in 2022 right now?

this is the year that universities and colleges start to focus on the marks youre getting so try your best, also, turning 17 probably won’t be that scary, its just an age. AND, try to focus on recreational writing too (just a casual thing pls dont make it a big deal) also this seems too much for me now, so we’re setting a pace, it’ll be fine.

2021 asks!!

[pattinsonsupremacy]

LMAO

[thecarolinitiative]

Me: I hate carolxthor

Marvel: Jane foster is thor

Me: I never said I hate it. carolxthor is my friend

[thorst]

#3 Hands

Carol Danvers / Thor Odinson • Earth 202 • Soft Season Challenge • Mature : smut 18+ this one is smut all the way down start to finish

"Thor," Carol gasped his name, fingers twisting in his hair as he licked a slow stripe through her core. He let out a worldess moan against her as she tugged at his hair, his hips bucking against the bed beneath him. Carol pulled at his hair again, this time deliberately, slowly, and grinned as a shiver ran through his whole body, and he pulled away from her sex the better to moan for her.

"Thor," she repeated more insistently, this time moving one hand to his bearded cheek, asking for his gaze with a touch. His eyes, alive with lightning, turned up to her in question, and she grinned at him, teeth toying with her bottom lip. "I want your fingers in me, big guy."

She'd been watching him all day as they'd worked beside each other. It had been nothing in particular, just a slow building of desire built in a myriad of moments. His hand between her shoulder blades as they'd looked over schematics, splayed fingers spanning almost the width of her back; signing a document with his angular, runic signature, her eyes drawn to the shape of his knuckles; the warmth of his calloused skin against hers as he'd taken her hand for no reason at all other than he'd wanted to, the size of him at her back a comfort and a joy as they'd laughed with their friends. No one thing; just him.

He returned her eager grin, his tongue darting over his own lips in eagerness not at all exaggerated before he kissed her clit and groaned at the taste of her. "I love you," his wonderfully deep voice rumbled against her folds between languid lapping kisses as he slid his index finger into her tight slick heat, his eyes trained on hers.

Hers, that fluttered shut at his welcome touch, her whole body pulsing with a sudden burst of prismatic light. Thor smiled to himself, moving his hand slowly as he watched her face, curling his finger to touch that spot within her that never failed to make her gasp and quiver.

"God, please, more, Thor," she mewled as her hips bucked up against him and his ground against the bed.

"Mm," he agreed with nothing in particular, his free hand taking her hip to hold her steady against the bed, his thumb caressing her skin as he slid another two fingers inside her. She gasped, then moaned and the hand that had managed to stay anchored in his hair tugged his mouth back against her sex as she whispered she loved him over and over like the repitition of waves on the shore. He kissed and sucked and licked where he knew she wanted him to as his strong fingers stroked a steady rhythm inside her, coaxing her ever closer to climax.

The next time she said his name, the sole syllable quavered on her lips, breaking into more than one, and he replied with a moan more of a purr against her folds as he pumped his fingers in and out of her until she was taught herself as the lightning all wound up in him. A few sparks leapt from him to her, jumping and skipping over her skin and he knew, just like he'd known since the first time they'd kissed, he'd never want another.

He felt her pleasure building and he did all he could to deepen it, eyes never leaving her face as he sucked rhythmically at her clit as his fingers curled inside her again and she glowed herself as bright as a sun. Her grip in his hair grew tighter, sending tingles down his spine as everything he did sent tingles like fire through her blood.

She came with a wordless cry that might, perhaps, have been his name, the thunder god between her thighs alight with fulminous energy that answered her radiant interstellar glow. Her hand moved to his cheek, the touch tender soft and hungry in a different way now as she smiled down at him, and Thor crawled up the length of her body, leaving a trail of tender fleeting kisses until he reached her mouth, where he nuzzled against her cheeks after kissing her soundly. Carol wrapped an arm as best she could about his broad shoulders, pulling him in to hold him close and dear to her. To hear the strong beating of his heart. "I love you so much, Carol," Thor spoke in a whisper that seemed too small for his huge presence, and she smiled warmly and tucked her head against his chest.

[blackmachine312]

Natalie Portman fangirling over Brie’s most recent Instagram posts is one of the most wholesomeness things ever.

[andzl-blog]

Give it up for the strongest Avengers!!! I’m almost certain that Carol could easily lift the Stormbreaker. And imagine Thor’s reaction hahaha 

[immucon]

Love For Natalie Portman- Follow---> Natalie

[violetsbaudelaire-archive]

taylor swift or chris evans?

taylor swift for sure 

put two celebrities in my ask and i’ll say which i think is hotter