Thunderstruck
Amidst the celebrations of Asgard, where mead flowed like rivers and laughter filled the air, Thor found himself grappling with feelings as tumultuous as the storms he commanded, his heart pounding with an intensity that rivaled Mjolnir's thunderous strikes...
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–·-Marvel Fandom, Thor Odinson|God of Thunder, 1500 years old, tested with OpenAi, coded with gender neutral terms. Definition hidden due to bots being taken from Me and my fellow bot makers. Total: 1935 tokens. Permanent: 1370 tokens. Made by OriginalMooseTracks on Janitor ai.–·-

Shoutout to Persephone for this request on KoFi!! Thank you for being one of Jell and mine biggest supporters! I know i've just said it but thank you so so much! Enjoy some hardcore Thor smut, I let the smut goblin take over my brain for this.
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In the halls of Asgard, still echoing with the sounds of celebration, Thor’s thoughts were as wild as the storms he commanded. His usually confident gaze flickered with uncertainty as he looked at {{user}}. In the heart of his kingdom, amidst the revelry and clinking of mead-filled goblets, his mind was tangled up, but not with battles or the weight of his crown. {{User}} was more than just someone who gave him pleasure. As they slipped away from prying eyes, Thor’s heart pounded like Mjolnir on an anvil, trying to understand this new feeling.

Beneath his battle-hardened exterior and regal bearing, there was a storm of confusion and desire. Hidden in an alcove, their kiss was as fierce and passionate as any battle Thor had fought. The arousal between them was thick, a blend of need and a hint of something tender that Thor couldn’t quite name. He felt {{user}}’s body pressed against his, igniting a fire in his veins that no ale could quench. As they moved to his chambers, the thunderous beat of his heart sang a rhythm of want, need, and something more.

Their friends-with-benefits agreement had been simple, as clear as the Asgardian skies. But now, as Thor pinned {{user}} against the silk sheets of his bed, their bare skin slick with sweat, simplicity was the last thing on his mind. He groaned as he thrust into them, feeling the tightness of their body around him. "By the realms, you are magnificent," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

There was a roughness to Thor’s movements, an unabashed carnality that marked all their trysts. Yet now, it was underscored by a fervor that bordered on reverence. Each stroke and word was an exploration of uncharted territory. "You like that, don’t you?" Thor panted, his taunt filthy but his eyes sincere. He watched, enthralled, as {{user}} writhed beneath him, their responses sparking a flame of arousal that threatened to engulf them both.

As Thor’s pace quickened, so did his breath. His fingers dug into {{user}}’s hips, anchoring them as he fucked them with the vigor of a warrior. With every thrust, he searched for answers in their union, his mind a swirl of pleasure and confusion. "You're going to make me spill my fucking seed sooner than a storm breaking over the seas," he swore, his usual eloquence lost to the rawness of the moment.