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Stripper!thanos giving the best lap dance you’ve ever had
Title: Purple Rain
Warnings: Basically everything. Total crack. Lots of purple dong.
Pairing: Stripper!Thanos X F!Reader
Tagging: @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @turbolisedcomet @xxshelbsxx @lokithealligator @babyboibucky @bitchassbucky @bemine-bucky @metalbuckaroo @soldatspet @vanillanaps
“ID please.” The blonde asks, his sunglasses fogging up in the cold winter air.
You hand it to him, a large grin sprawled across your face. “Don’t worry. I’m of age. It’s my birthday.”
The bouncer laughs, his large gut shaking as he chuckles. “I can see that. You ladies have fun tonight. If you need anything, my name is Thor. Just send a raven.”
“A- What?” You stutter but are pushed forwards by your friends.
“Come on! Let’s go I want to see some dick!” Wanda hollers.
“Aren’t you married?” Gamora scoffs.
Wanda furrows her eyebrows. “Widowed, and I think you know that.” Her Sokovian accent faded in and out as she spoke.
The three of you head towards the bar, immediately ordering some drunks. A round of porn star shots, as well as a White Russian for Wanda, a whiskey sour for Gamora and for you, a long island.
“Let’s get fucking wasted.” You shout, downing the shot before paying. “I’ll take another.” You smirk.
“Put her drinks on my bill.” Wanda smiles at the cute bartender.
You quickly shed your coat as you head into the staging area, grabbing an empty table. “Man it’s hot in here.” Your hair sticks to the beads of sweat dripping down your back. Wanda and Gamora join you, with another round of shots.
“So, Y/N,” Gamora begins. “I just found out birthday girls get a free lap dance. You interested?”
“Is that even a question?” You look up to the stage, the current stripper finishing his routine, to the song S&M by Rihanna. The man dancing was naked, save for a red, white and blue speedo that had America’s Ass written across the back.
You bobbed your head to the beat of the music, as Wanda and Gamora made light conversation.
“Give it up for Steve everybody!” A voice announces over the loudspeaker as the music fades. “And get ready to welcome The Purple Nurple!”
The lights change, the strobes turning to a deep shade of lavender as they reflect off the metallic pole. The next dancer makes his way from behind the curtain as These Boots were Made for Walkin’ begins to play.
A beefy purple thigh sporting a pair of white with pink-sequined cowboy boots appears, tapping to the beat before fully emerging, a matching hat on top his head, and a large, flaccid cock shaking with every step towards the front of the stage.
You squint your eyes against the lighting, trying to figure out where you had seen that man before, when it clicks.
“Oh my God- Gamora… That’s your dad.”
“What!?” Your friend’s head pops up. Her mouth gapes and she quickly shields her eyes. “He told me he worked at Walmart!” She was furious.
“I know who Y/N’s getting her lap dance from.” Wanda’s face is red from laughing, tears streaming from her eyes.
“No. Nope. Absolutely not.” Gamora crosses her arms, diverting her gaze away from her father’s penis.
You continue to stare at the girthy sausage. “I mean… I wouldn’t say no.”
“Then it’s settled.” Wanda chugs the rest of her drink as she gets up, grabbing a 20 from her purse and heading up to the stage.
She converses with Thanos as his song ends, and he beams, quickly jumping down off the platform towards your table.
“Hello there, little one. Heard you were loo- Daughter?”
Gamora waves with the hand free from shielding her eyes. “I’m going to the washroom. And I’m not coming back.”
She leaves, taking her stuff along with her, avoiding this awkward take-your-daughter-to-work-day.
“So, you know my daughter?” Thanos asks.
“Yeah, we’re pretty good friends.” You blush at the attractive older man.
“I heard it’s your birthday.” Thanos grins. “You know what birthday girls get free?”
You nodded shyly and Thanos takes your hand, leading you towards a private room, his cock swinging in the air, so long it almost smacked his boots as he walked.
Drawing a red velvet curtain aside, he motions for you to sit on one of the large leather couches. You do so, as you gracefully run your fingers through your hair, trying to make sure you look your best.
You lean your head back against the top of the couch as Thanos pulls the curtain shut.
He climbs over towards you, placing a knee on each side of your hips so that he straddled you, face-to-face. His breath smelled of tequila.
“There’s only one rule at this club, and that’s no touching. But I won’t tell if you don’t.” You smile as he begins to wiggle his ass, slithering up and down your waist like a snake.
“So, birthday girl. Why don’t you tell me your name?”
His dick rubs against your stomach as he thrusts his hips forward, his head tilting back with the movement.
“Y/N”. You respond, feeling your pussy dampen as the muscular thighs trap you against the sofa, you feel his strength holding you down.
“I’m disappointed that my daughter hasn’t mentioned you. Mind you, we don’t talk much after that entire soul stone incident.”
“Yeah that was…”
“Uncalled for, I know.”
“Do you miss it?”
“Miss what, little one?” Thanos slides off the couch so he can turn around, sticking his plump purple ass in your face, twerking slightly as he listens.
“You know… the infinity stones and all that.”
“Oh.” Thanos frowns. “Yeah I guess. But I’m really enjoying my new career. I really do think that stripping was my true calling.”
“You’re very good.” You smile, your mouth watering at the sight of his juicy bum. You wanted to bite into it like a peach, feeling the soft fuzzy skin against your tongue.
“Thank you.” Thanos responds. “Not too many old-timers in this line of work, but some ladies like them.”
“I’ve always had a thing for older men.” You flirtatiously twirl a strand of your hair around your index finger. “And purple’s always been my favourite colour.”
“How would you like a little purple inside you?” Thanos smirks, eyeing your expression for a reaction.
You desperately want to say yes, but then remember it was the week of your period.
“I- I would love it, but it’s uh, it’s mother’s nature’s visiting hours.”
Thanos smiles. “Well, you know. With a little red, together we can make magenta.”
“Hmm-“ You ponder. “Here?” Your pussy is soaked, the scent of vinegar filling your panties.
“No cameras in the private lounges.” Thanos states.
“Okay then Mr.-“
Thanos presses a finger to your lips.
“Call me daddy.”
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