Thanos x Donald Trump // Fanfiction

Episode IV

Trump was sitting on a chair in his kitchen. He had prepared some snack for him and Thanos.
- M mm..., He hummed while looking at the freshly cut cucumbers, paprikas and of course, onions. Honoring the movies they would watch together. And there was also ranch.

He put all of them in a plate and carried them on a table in the living room. The orange man wondered when he would be visiting Thanos' home.

*knock knock*

Trump turned around and rushed to the door. He looked trough the peephole, and there he was: A big purple hunk with some golden gear. He opened the door.

- Wassup, Trump tried to act cool next to his lover.
- Heyy, Thanos mumbled while coming inside the house. He gave Trump a long, wet kiss and walked over to the couch and sat on it. He grabbed a piece of onion, and dipped it. Trump went to the kitchen to get some soda for the two.

When he returned Thanos looked at the water he had with him.

- Are you serious? You must be kidding, right?
- What? It's... water.

Thanos smirked and reached to his own bag. After a secong he pulled two wine bottles from there. Normally Donald Trump was against drinking, but in this situation, with Daddy-Thanos is the same room, he wasn't truly himself. Trump walked over to Thanos, took one bottle from his big purple hand. He gave the bigger man a smirk before he opened it and drank from it. A lot. Thanos looked at him in awe.

Trump then put the bottle on the table, and put the Shrek dvd on. Then he sat next to Thanos and leaned on his muscular purple chest. Thanos put his arm around him.

The evening contained a lot of drinking and Shrek. And cuddling.

.....

THANOS

Thanos walked to the tv to turn it off, since now he was the only sober one. He heard Trump talk:

- Come here *hic* Daddy-Thanos~

Thanos chuckled and sat on the couch, lifting the Annoying Orange on his lap. He started "eating" Trump's neck, wich earned a deep moan from the small man. Trump suddenly slapped Thanos, and then kissed him, while Thanos was opening his collar shirt. Trump whined as Thanos' finger touched his hardening nipple. After a few minutes both of their tops were thrown somewhere in the living room. Thanos let Trump take the control this time.

TRUMP

Trump tried to take Thanos into his carriage like Thanos had did to him, but he was drunk, and not nearly as strong as the big man himself. He decided they would do it right here. On the couch. He started by licking and nipping his left shoulder, and the pushed him over. Thanos was now laying on the couch on his back, with Donald on top of him. To his surprise though, Trump jumped off of him and walked next to the tv. Thanos sat up in confusion and looked at his pet.

- Ooh yeah, look at me Daddy-Thanos, look, Trump said in a lustful voice, his eyes glued to the titan sitting on his couch half naked. He started slowly taking his pants off, wich revealed his long boxers. Trump noticed that Thanos was looking at them. Holding his laugh. He took the jeans off and sprinted to Thanos' embrace.

- What's so damn funny, huh? He said, annoyed.
- You're stripping now? Thanos asked sarcasticly. Like he didn't know Trump's after school activities.Trump got on his knees.
- If you want, I can do way more than that..., That was the last thing Thanos heard from him that night, aside from certain noices, that can't be made into words.