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darklydeliciousdesires · an hour ago
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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty Four.
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Word count - 2,798
Warnings - Graphic violence
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Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three  
“Wake up, you pig bitch. Wake up properly, that’s it. I want you to be fully aware of everything I’m going to do to you. Who’s in charge now, huh, white devil?”
Thrashing wildly, she just about managed to land a foot in Uzoma’s crotch, trying to spit out the cloth that was stuffing her mouth, screaming through the muffle, panic flooding her when she realised her wrists were cuffed.
Her wrists were cuffed.  
She was on a bed.  
No. Not again.
“I will enjoy every last second of this.” Punching her hard in the eye, his hands then grasped around her throat, one slipping to open her shorts. “Maybe I choke you too, huh? Slap you awake again when you pass out, like this.” Hitting her hard across the face, the sting smacked her cheek. “But first, I take the part of you I will ruin before I slit your throat.”  
Panic, rage and horror flooded her wildly as she thrashed against him, his hand intruding into her shorts, trying to tug them down and defend himself from her kicks at the same time, Ayo standing in the corner, looking like he was enjoying every moment of it, but at the same time, his face was passive, like he’d seen it a million times before. It was his eyes that glittered with interest.
No. She couldn’t let this happen to her twice.  
It wouldn’t either, for it took just two moments between her brain paralysing her legs in fear and the door flying open for Tyler to appear, Oba behind him. Ayo made a run towards him, gun primed, but he wasn’t quick enough. He also didn’t bank on the stone-cold effectiveness of a man whose beloved had been taken from him, Tyler shooting him straight between the eyes without a flicker of hesitation. No one harmed his Lil.  
Turning his attention towards Uzoma, Liliya had never witnessed rage like it, azure blue eyes locked upon him, venom pulsing, Tyler eyeing him with all the danger and power of a lion about to strike a helpless gazelle. “You’re in trouble now.”  
Those words, delivered in little more than a quiet rumble, were the precursor to Uzoma being clutched around his neck and literally thrown against the wall, Tyler advancing on him to repeatedly administer his boot into his stomach, ribs and face. “I’d threaten you here, tell you that if you harm a hair on her head again, all this and more would befall you, but I won’t. You touched her once, that’s all it took. Now you’ll die for it.”
While Tyler continued to kick the life out of him, Oba assisted Liliya, pulling the scarf from her mouth, watching her point at Ayo’s body. “Cuff keys. In his front pocket.”  
Scattering back, he turned his former boss’s cadaver over, fishing in the swathes of denim until his fingers met the cold metal, taking them out and rushing to unlock the cuffs. “Are you alright, can I do anything?” He was surprised when the first thing she did was put her arms around him, hugging him tightly.  
“You saved me, you didn’t have to go and fetch Tyler, but you did. Go and pack your things, quickly. We’re taking you with us.” He smiled and nodded, racing from the room, Liliya swinging her feet down and taking a few deep breaths before she stood up, Tyler still kicking a by now very bloody and battered Uzoma.  
Seeing her stand out of the corner of his eye, he ceased, moving to her in an instant. “Do you want to do it, or shall I?” Even so fuelled by blind rage, he hadn’t wanted to stop until he’d literally kicked the life from the man who’d attempted to rape the love of his life, he knew Liliya was the kind of woman who might want the chance to do so herself.  
Wordlessly, she pulled his knife from the carry case on his belt, flicking it open before walking to Uzoma. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him onto his back, straddling him to crouch just above his chest.  
“I will show you no fear,” he gasped, face mangled, blood pouring from his mouth.
“I don’t care what you will or won’t show me. The only thing I am interested in is watching the light fade from your eyes. I am only regretful that I couldn’t make you suffer longer.” Pressing the knife down over his heart, she forced it through his chest, Uzoma grunting his last breaths ragged and laboured as Liliya watched, face completely devoid of emotion, waiting for his eyes to fix in the glaze of death.  
“You had it coming.” Spitting in his face, she then stood up, wiping the knife on his shirt before returning it to Tyler, letting out a long sigh as he put his arms around her.  
“Are you alright?” He knew the tremors he felt wracking her back had nothing to do with alcohol withdrawal. As soon as he’d focused upon her after killing Ayo, he’d seen the terror in her eyes.  
“I am at the moment. Adrenaline helps, but I doubt I will be when it hits me properly,” she told him, kissing the centre of his chest.  
“I’ll be right there when it does. Come on, brave girl. We need to move. Love you,” he spoke, kissing her head. He knew it would have brought back a world of trauma for her, being cuffed to a bed, Uzoma’s intent just as barbaric as what had happened to her just over four and a half years ago. All he could do was be her rock when it did hit her fully.  
“I love you too. You’re right, let’s get the fuck out of here. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” They made a start to leave the room, Liliya suddenly pausing, taking her phone from her back pocket and snapping a picture of Ayo’s corpse. “We will have his entire crew after us once they find the bodies. We may need leverage along the way and there is one person who will likely give us that, should we need assistance.”
“Snake Head?”
“Precisely. Although I hope we don’t need to.” It went very much without saying that their trust was at zero in capacity at that moment, running from the scene and collecting their belongings before wading through the water, Oba appearing with a sack slung over his back, ammo around his body and an AK-47 over his shoulder.  
“Grenade?” Liliya asked, suddenly heaving.  
“I’ll go. You get your throwing up in before we have to move quickly.”  
“Causing a distraction?” Oba asked, Liliya nodding before turning to vomit. She retched a couple more times, managing another deposit before catching her breath, Tyler running from the bathroom just before an almighty boom sounded, the grenade blowing through the water to the side of the compound.  
Looking around the wall, Oba made a motion with his hand that the way was clear, watching the gate guards run off. “Go, now. Open the gate, I’ll bring the pickup around. I swiped Ayo’s keys.”  
They carefully moved out from the cover of the building, Tyler providing the armed cover while Liliya waded over to the gate, pulling the sliding bar across to facilitate the huge structure to part, opening inwards and offering the perfect cover for them to hide behind, Oba driving the Mitsubishi around.  
Throwing their bags in the back, Tyler sat up front while Lilya took the rear of the double seated cab, “Luckily this one has a full tank. He doesn’t use it much, even less now.” Oba snorted, laughing softly and looking relieved. He was free, at last. Sadly, he and his new friends were not clear, though.  
Liliya saw them first, opening her window and taking aim, peppering the oncoming men who ran after them from the compound with bullets, ducking when one appeared over the perimeter wall, tattooing the side of the pickup with a hail of machine gun fire. Oba jammed the gears into third, making the engine work hard to get through the water, the huge wheels sliding as the churned-up mud beneath the water offered little in the way of traction.
“Come on, do not get stuck now!” He hissed, his heart leaping against his ribcage. “Liliya, if you feel sick, I have packed refuse bags for you to use. Easier than a bucket when we are on the move.” She hadn’t even thought of that. Oba was, as ever, hugely resourceful. She felt more compelled to bring the fire fight in that moment, the remaining men running back, likely to retrieve a vehicle in order to give chase.  
“I propose we avoid the main drag, lose them in the side roads. It will mean we have to go slower because the drainage is always poorer, but we will hopefully remain out of sight from any of Ayo’s crew out and about. Those vehicles you are looking for are the white and green pickup trucks. They’ll be together too, easier to spot,” he told Tyler, swinging left down a small street that was utterly flooded out.  
“Where are we headed?”  
“The border. If we can cross into Benin tonight, it would be better than remaining within Nigeria. Either way, my former crew will likely not give up without a fight as soon as they realise Ayo is dead. He always told them to watch out for me leaving, I know that he did, hence the guards now giving chase without knowing of what we did. My life truly was not my own there. Thanks to you two, it now is.” He smiled, reaching to grip Tyler’s shoulder before turning again, the truck splashing through the labyrinth of side roads. “This way, we get to higher ground also. The main streets are all low lying.”  
“How you doing back there, baby?”
“Okay for now.” She spoke much too soon, not having time to retrieve a bag from Oba’s sack and instead, opting to hang out of the window to vomit instead. “Alright, that has to be my stomach empty now. If I can just dry heave for a while, I will take that.” Reaching over the seat, he pressed his hand to thigh, Liliya stroking his forearm as he smiled at her.  
“Imagine the stories we’ll have to tell the kid one day, huh?”  
“We will have to censor about seventy percent!” Those words made him laugh softly, agreeing that was the truth. He was glad to see her smiling, even amidst the perilous situation they were a part of, after what had almost happened to her as well. She was fighting to hold herself together and once she came down, it’d likely hit her hard. He’d be there to help her landing be as soft as possible, though.  
“Oba, they just turned around the last bend they took. The guy who guards the gates is hanging out of the window, people must be telling him which way we went,” she spoke after checking behind the truck, seeing the front of a white one coming into view, the unmistakable smiley face t shirt she’d noticed the gate guard wearing earlier catching her eye.
“We need to lose this vehicle, but fuck, it is perfect to get through this flooding. I am in a quagmire, friends. Do we proceed, or go on foot?” he asked, turning again and hitting a patch well drained, flooring it and speeding down the streets, women shouting at him as he splashed them.  
“Keep the truck, you’re right it is perfect. Lil and I can shoot at them as soon as they gain any real ground upon us.” Oba nodded, turning again. They hit a lucky break with another relatively clear street, but of course, this meant their tail would too, the white pickup gaining on them.  
Tyler readied himself, loading a new clip into the AK he held, rolling down the window. “You take the right, I’ll go left.” Liliya nodded, moving back to behind Oba, pulling herself out of the window and taking aim. While Tyler attempted to take out the driver, Liliya had another target in mind, firing directly at the engine without pause. If the radiator blew, they had no transport.  
“Keep straight, Oba.” He called back into the vehicle, firing continuously until finally, his effort paid off. The driver succumbing to the hail of bullets, ploughed off the road into a building, the car totalled.  
“You are a mean shot as ever, big man,” Liliya praised him leaning over the seat and kissing him, Oba offering a fist bump.  
For that moment, they were unpursued, free to put as much distance as they could between themselves and Lagos. Once out of the main drag of the downtown area, they stopped to stock up on provisions, hitting the road once more.  
While they travelled, Liliya made good use of the bags, wondering if once she’d gotten to a week, her sickness might calm down more. Six days in and it was reducing, but still, she suffered. She’d read that it could be up to two weeks, but that some people began to find their stomachs settle after the first seven days of dying out. As she threw up again in the refuse bag, she prayed it would be the latter.
“You’re shaky,” she observed later as they drove through the evening, Oba taking a nap in the back, the sun a giant, red ball upon the horizon. It was truly beautiful.
“I haven’t had a drink today. As soon as I can, I’m stopping the pills too. It isn’t fair that you go through all of this and I remain as someone with dependency issues. It’s time I pulled my head out of my arse.” He looked across at her fleetingly, noting the expression of worry on her face.
“Are you sure that now is the right time? From the booze alone, we’re talking a period of up to two weeks for the nausea to stop. Mix that with opioid withdrawal and honestly, you’re going to be putting yourself through hell,” she reminded him, Tyler squeezing her hand where it rested on his forearm.  
“I’ve been cutting my dosages down, so I think I should be able to hack it. I’ve looked into it and I’m looking at a week of suffering, so if we can hole up in a hotel somewhere so I can dry out, then I should be okay to continue travelling only suffering the less hellish side effects of withdrawal.”  
As she topped up her fluids, glugging back one of the many bottles of water they’d stopped to purchase, she remained unconvinced. It must have showed, too. “You know, I thought I could at least count on you, my girlfriend of all people, to support my decision.” He muttered dryly.
“I do support you,” she began.
“Yeah? Tell your face that.”
“Tyler, I’m just not sure you’ve thought this through, how sick you’re going to be. What if we have to move on while you’re halfway through withdrawal? Can you even do it without medical assistance?” She asked, wanting to be rational in the face of what she considered to be a very gung-ho attitude.  
“At the dose I’m on now, it’s doable.” Was he kidding himself, she wondered? Perhaps in denial over it so he could forge ahead and tackle ceasing the habit head on? It made her feel a little guilty too, knowing it was her he was doing it for. Her and the baby. He’d surprisingly been okay on a lower dose so far, but stopping entirely would be a completely different matter.  
“I just...” She paused, thinking carefully. “I have faith in you, I’m here for you, but I don’t want you to rush yourself through a process that might not be definable by a definite time period, when truly, time is what we might not have. Maybe it might be better to wean yourself, make it more gradual, so you don’t crash headlong into the ravages of withdrawal.”
He tilted his head slightly and shrugged, a tactic Liliya recognised he resorted to when he knew he was wrong, but wasn’t ready to admit to it. She left it, taking advantage of a moment of not feeling like death warmed up as she continued to sip her water, looking out over the horizon.  
He was being cavalier because of what she knew he feared most; being an addict still when the baby was born. Tyler was utterly hellbent on being a better father this time around, so much so that listening to reason wasn’t on his wavelength. By the time he did begin the process though, he’d soon wish that it had of been.
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miss-smutty · 2 days ago
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Immortal Masterlist
Summary- Aria had to avoid the God of Thunder at all costs, she couldn't risk his questioning. Questions that even she didn't know the answer to, at least not yet.
Pairing- Thor Odinson x OFC
Warnings- Smut, swearing
18+only!!
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Chapter 1
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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 days ago
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I don't write fanfictions but i like a lot of them without reblogging them. I've decided i wanted this to change, so i'll start reblogging as much as i can but according to you is it better (for a multi chapters fic) to : reblog each chapters of a fic OR reblog the first or the last chapter and advise more people to read it ? Thanks you all for your opinion.
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marvelfans101 · 3 days ago
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I was reading this avengers fanfic and look at this Thor dialogue.
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ISN'T THAT ADORABLE
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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty Three.
Big thanks to all of you who are still reading and supporting this story. It’s been such a joy to write and I’m glad it is being enjoyed so much. I certainly love the enthusiasm you all show for Tyler and Liliya together. I think they make a good pair, too ;) 
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Word count - 2,635
Warnings - Details of alcohol withdrawal
Taglist - @katie007123 @clarinette07 @lilacmeadows @mostly-marvel-musings @skyfullofsong123 @captain-asguard @innerpaperexpertcloud @longlostinanotherworld @ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan @dumb-ass-writer​ (Tag list is open! Please DM to be added!)
Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two
“Stop slamming the fucking door!”  
“Turn off the light!”
“Stop touching me!”
“I don’t want to talk, just leave me the fuck alone!”  
“I’m not fucking hungry! Stop forcing me to eat!”
“Why are you taking more Oxy? That’s two more than usual!”  
“I’m taking more because, as you probably haven’t realised, I’m not drinking either, so attempting to offset the same symptoms you’re going through right now in myself by keeping dosed up.”
“Why would you even do that?”
“Because I’m trying to look after you, Lil. I thought it’d be supportive of you as well.”  
It took him every last ounce of patience not to snap back at her. He knew it wasn’t her fault, why she was so irritable, the withdrawal heading into its third day. According to what he’d read online, she’d be this sick for a while and, worryingly to him, ideally should have been doing her drying out under medical supervision.  
In the end, he became so concerned that harm may befall her, he spoke to Oba about trying to seek out medical assistance.  
“I did wonder, but I did not want to be rude and ask if it was a drinking problem also. I saw how much she drank when she first arrived, of course. She has done the right thing for the sake of the baby, though. As for getting her to a doctor, or a doctor here, I would not think possible. It has begun to get so treacherous out there that Ayo has paused all our comings and goings until the rain stops and the drains have chance to filter away the flood water again.”  
Those were words he was not too fond of hearing. Especially since her nightmares had begun to haunt her again and as such, she was too afraid to fall asleep. In short, she was an utter wreck and most of the time, he couldn’t even comfort her. She was snappy, surly, argumentative or just plain shut off from him. It made life very difficult.
It also filled him with his own dread about weaning himself off pills and booze. Telling Liliya that he’d stopped drinking in order to look after her, as well as a little gesture of solidarity, hadn’t been strictly true. At least four times a day, she drove him to sink a few shots of whatever alcohol he could lay his hands upon, usually rum, which Ayo had in good supply.
He’d always clean his teeth after though, so Liliya wouldn’t smell alcohol on his breath. He imagined that such would be nothing short of torture when all she craved at that point was the sweet kiss of numbness offered by booze. Sometimes, though, she’d be lulled by it, beaten down and upset, wanting nothing but him to hold her.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry I’m being such a bitch to you. It just feels so fucking awful,” she apologised, curling up next to him, her head in his lap. “I realise how horrid I must be to deal with. Just know that I appreciate you more than anything, taking such good care of me.”
“I know, it’s alright. I get it, you can’t help it. Do you feel any better at all today?” Stroking her hair, he watched as she wrapped her arms around his thigh, shuddering so hard, she vibrated the entire bed before moving quickly to throw up into the bucket. That part had been getting worse, the sickness.  
“No. I feel like utter shit. Whether we keep this baby or not, though, I think this is my wakeup call. I cannot go back to drinking now, after going through this even if we decide not to become parents. I suppose we’d better talk more about that soon, hadn’t we?” Sitting up again, she pushed the bucket away, turning to take the bottle of Lucozade passed to her, another purchase from Oba after he’d gone out prior to the roads becoming impassable.
“Yeah, we should. I don’t know what the hell else we can add to what we’ve already discussed, though,” he sighed, Liliya sipping her drink carefully. Lucozade and ginger biscuits. They were her sole diet, both of which she couldn’t keep down for very long, but they helped her feel a little less sickly and weak for a short time, at least.
“How about honesty? Honestly, do you want to become a father again, regardless of the fact our relationship is so brand new. Present circumstances aside, also,” she put to him.
“Yes, I do. I’m fucking terrified I’ll fuck it all up again, though.”
“Maybe this baby is your reason not to, now that you know how it felt to fail a child, how it haunts you. I’m not saying we should proceed for that sole reason alone, but perhaps, like me, they are your chance to clean up as well. Your reason to be better,” she spoke softly, taking a deep breath as she held a hand to her chest, praying to her stomach to stop lurching. “My reason to be better, too. We’re not bad people, we just have slight skewed moral compasses, being mercenaries. Hell, my pay out from the stone is enough money for us both to start afresh. Maybe we quit this life for our child?”
“What if we break up?”
“Then we share custody of the child and continue living better lives, just separate from one another.”
“Where will we live?”
“To be decided, I think. Let's see if we can get out of Africa alive first.”
“And you’d really be okay with being shackled to a fuck up like me for the rest of your life, whether we’re together or not? The kid will be our link there, of course.” Shaking her head, she moved to sit astride him, hugging him tight.  
“You are not a fuck up. You are a wonderful man who I love with my whole heart. This is why, no matter how soon, or how dangerous, the thought of aborting our baby makes me feel tremendously sad. He or she might not have been created from love, but that is what they will be born into. Who knows either? People who have been together for years and years and then have children break up all the time. Who’s to say we will just because we have only been with each other for a short time?”  
“You really want to keep it, don’t you?” She nodded, Tyler stroking her neck with his fingertips, leaning in close to kiss her forehead.  
“Then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll figure it all out. That’s what we’ve done so far. Now, for this fucking rain to stop so I can get you both out of here.” He stroked her tiny swollen bump, smiling up at her, Liliya covering his hand with hers and kissing him again. “I love you, Lil.”
“I love you too, big man.” She paused from kissing him, yawning, then granting him her lips.  
“Come on, curl up with me and try and get some sleep. If you have bad dreams, I’ll be right here, holding you tight.” He might have thought of himself as a fuck up, but in that moment Liliya counted her lucky stars for having a man as loving and patient with her as Tyler was while she went through such horrible withdrawal.  
She slept for two hours, Tyler dozing too as he listened to the sound of the rain pattering into the two feet of water already outside, hoping it would begin slowing at some point. He’d planned to head out in the dead of night on foot, return back up to the more populated part of Lagos which they’d passed on their way down, steal a suitable car for driving through flood water in and hit the road. Sadly, it was easier said than done.  
“What are you watching, baby?” Liliya asked, fanning herself with an old magazine she’d found while over in the communal area, finally at day five feeling like the sickness was beginning to subside a little. She’s read it could take up to two weeks for the severity to curtail, though.  
“How many men he has walking around up there. They weren’t here back when we arrived, but he’s paranoid now. They’re there for us, to keep us here, regardless of what he claims about his personal security. He anticipates that we’ll leave under the cover of darkness. There are two of them who take it in turns to walk around the upstairs balcony. They don’t see me, but I see them.” Looking through the crack in the top of the door, he watched them, never leaving their vantage point directly overlooking the room he and Liliya were in.  
“What do you propose?” With only one way out of the windowless room, it would make it difficult to escape undeterred. “Actually, I think I have an idea. Ayo knows I am ill, Oba telling him that brilliant lie that I have flu, so they are used to seeing me or you heading up and down the stairs at all hours to empty my sick bucket. One of us throws a grenade from the bathroom window to create a diversion and we sneak out that way.”
“We’d need to watch out for the guys who patrol the perimeter as well, but in theory, it’d work as long as it was flung far enough away from the compound.” Coming back over to her, he reached to stroke her face, glad to see a touch of colour had returned.  
He’d got her through the most immediately dangerous point of withdrawal, and while it wasn’t over yet, he hoped she’d seen the worst. However, as he sat down, she dived off the bed and expelled the contents of her stomach into the bucket.  He worried what it could be doing for the baby, not receiving much of a share of any food she ate since it came back up too quickly. If Liliya was beginning to look a little thin, then surely the foetus must be suffering too.  
“At least I have stopped shaking, but the sickness, oh god, it’s ridiculous. Two fucking weeks of this to endure, minimum? Then everything else that will continue to linger?” she then realised how monumentally selfish she was being at complaining. “It is worth it though, for you, little one.” She stroked her stomach lovingly, lying back down again after swilling her mouth with a sip of cola, Tyler bending to kiss the tiny swell of her belly.  
“I can’t wait until we can find somewhere for you to get checked properly, make sure everything is okay. When and where that’ll be, I have no fucking idea, though. Bearing that in mind, when do you think you’ll be up to travelling? I’m anxious to move as soon as possible, because it’s only a matter of time before Ayo finds out who we’re running from.  
“We’d be gunned down before we could even attempt to leave this room, he’d show no loyalty to Goran if he can profit from our deaths. Fuck knows how much we have on our heads now, a massive figure though, in all likeliness,” he shared, Liliya nodding.  
“When I have the vomiting under control a little. I still feel so damn weak and feeble at the moment. I cannot sum up any energy. I know I need to pull myself together, though. Shall we plan for two evening’s from now?” Looking at her, he knew that really, she needed about another week of rest, but it just wasn’t possible. “No, I can read the look on your face. We’ll go tomorrow. I’ll just have to get over it.”
“No, that’s not what I was thinking, Lil,” he began, taking her hand. “You need at least another week to be back on your feet properly, is what I thought, but we just can’t do it. That doesn’t mean we can’t wait an extra day, though.”
“I would rather move sooner. Being here is like living in a minefield. We’re waiting for it, the inevitable time we’ll be blown to pieces.” Even though weak, suffering and not at her best, she was still harder than iron. For that, he was immensely proud of her.  
They had all their items packed away by the following afternoon, ready to leave as soon as the sun began to set. Luckily, the rain had stopped, but still there was plenty of flood water under foot, meaning their escape would be marred by trying to run through it. Stealth would be impossible, but they couldn’t just wait it out.  
Although she still felt awful, every fibre of her body still in all out protest at being forced to function without alcohol, Liliya looked forward to moving on from there. Climbing the stairs to go and empty her bucket, she thought on a plethora of ways to attempt to return to the UK faster, wracking her brains as she poured away vomit, sighing at the length of the journey they had before them as she exited the bathroom.  
The pain that suddenly hit her in the back was staggering, her hand gripping the bucket before she let go, her body convulsing, muscles stiffening, a hand clasping over her mouth. She hadn’t been hit by a stun gun in a long time, but recognised it instantly as she flopped back against her assailant, Uzoma punching her in the head before dragging her along with him as she lost consciousness from the blow of his fist.  
“Watch the door. She pays for what she did to me. Let Ayo in shortly, he wants to watch before we shoot her and then take out her boyfriend. We have a very nice payment coming to us from the massive fuel company who want them both dead.”  
Watching Uzoma drag Liliya’s lifeless body inside, handcuffing her to the bed and stuffing her mouth with a scarf, Oba nodded obediently, waiting for his boss to join them. “If you see Tyler, you shoot him. We get this done quietly and split the cash three ways. This is why I waited until everyone else was gone, then us three profit more. Also, you can pay me my debt and then all is clear with us.” Ayo handed over a gun fitted with a silencer, patting his shoulder before he entered the room.
All he had to do to find freedom was stand there and wait. He knew exactly what Uzoma was going to do to her as well, he’d shame her, rape her and beat her before putting a bullet in her head, making her last moments on earth as miserable as he could in punishment for Liliya embarrassing him by beating him down so efficiently.  
Wait, and he was free. Wait and he could start his life again. All he had to do was wait.  
Hearing her come around within the room he guarded, Liliya screaming through her gag, he felt his heart wrench. They had been nice to him, they were going to be a family, they didn’t deserve to die in the dirt out in Lagos, where no one would recover their bodies and no one, other than those who were chasing them, would ever know how they had vanished off the face of the earth. No, they were his friends, no matter how new.  
Oba knew as his feet took him away from the door and propelled him down the stairs at a run towards where Tyler was, he was better than that. He could take his freedom right now and leave with them. His morality was perhaps the only thing Ayo was about to find out that his money could not buy.  
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Mouths, Utterly Incredible.
Thor oral drabble is here! I hope you guys like it, my broken down, over-stressed brain cannot judge whether it is even remotely arousing or not xD 
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Tagging the Real Housewives of Asgard xD 
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Eating pussy, cunnilingus, going down, tonguing, whatever you want to call it, your boyfriend? He loves it. And yes, Thor is an absolute champion at indulging you with his mouth.  
He literally cannot get enough of you, the feel of your womanhood against his tongue, your scent, your taste, the way he loves to knead your boobs or squeeze your thighs within his big hands while his tongue licks the most divine warmth through you. He craves it all.  
He also loves to surprise you by burying his mouth between your legs whenever he can, too, often without it being a precursor to anything else. He’ll come along, crouch at your feet, remove your undies and feast. Once done, he’ll smile and let you continue with your day. It’s almost as if he doesn’t even do it for you any longer, but for him, how much he loves it. You? You’re his candy, you suppose. Not that you mind one bit.  
A perfect instance of this is when he finds you relaxing on the cushioned comfort of your window seat, curled up reading a book as the sun streams through the window, the scent from the many flowers you planted out in the garden filtering in through the open window, the fragrant blooms adding to the relaxed atmosphere.  
“Can I help you?” Raising an eyebrow at him over the pages of your book, you succeed in making Thor smile as he grabs your sweats, pulling them, your underwear and socks off, kneeling before you, taking in the beauty of your sex.  
“Yes, my love. You can lie back and enjoy yourself.” Of course, you know that this is exactly what will happen, Thor nearing his face to you, kissing your navel, his mouth descending slowly, the heat of his lips pressing lower, and lower, until...
“Ahh!” You gasp, the tip of his tongue teasing your slit, a tentative lick that makes you tingle instantly, his big hands pushing your thighs further apart, opening you up more to his adoring gaze as well as the ministrations of what can always be constituted as an eager tongue. Eagerness is not yet within the realms of his repertoire, though, still gently exploring you with the softest of touches, your slit bathed with warm delicacy.
You shift a little beneath him, vying for more purchase, Thor chuckling. “Patience.” You’re not sure how you’re meant to have any of that at all, knowing how proficient he is with his mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing, escalating you in this way, your soft skin skimmed with fluttery licks until you begin to feel yourself clenching and growing wet with want, your tight little hole becoming dewy.  
“Ahh, there it is.” Flattening his tongue against your opening, he greedily tastes what he’s worked to evoke, like a bear dipping his mouth to a sweet honey pot. He drags it through your folds, tasting you keenly as you buck a little against his mouth, gasping at the sudden contact. That firm lick has you glimmering already, the warm flush of pleasure creeping through you, like vines growing and curling around your insides, flowers starting to bloom.
Your hands fist in his hair as he begins circling your clit, swirling licks making you pant, your tiny bundle swelling, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation as watches you writhe for him, sucking on you, his hands gripping your thighs. He’s more than the god of thunder to you. He’s also the god of ruining you with his mouth. 
He loves watching you lose control because of him, like right now as pleasure glimmers through you, hot circles being administered with relentless gusto, your pussy becoming tight and wet as he drives the need from you strongly.
He works your little bud back and forth with focused, unrelenting licks, his fingers pulling you open like a flower to make it stand out more, circling around and around as your legs quiver so much, it’s as if you have a chill. Whatever ice you feel, though, it’s chased by the pure fire his mouth conjures within.  
His beard adds delicious friction and contrast to the wet heat of his tongue dragging through your slick, sucking, kissing, licking, absolutely devouring your pussy, your hips rising as you undulate against each lick.  
The vacuum of his lips around your clit sends little shocks shooting up your spine as you pant and mewl, his fingertips leaving crescents upon your hips as he holds you steady, groaning gutturally around the mouthful of your cunt he sucks upon with ardent urgency.  
“Oh, Thor!” Your voice breaks as he goes back to flicking licks over your clit, increasing the pressure, panting against your soaking folds as your slick coats his hungry tongue.  
“Come on, my beauty. Cum for me.” Sparks skitter through you as each lick transports you further to your bliss, Thor eating you to your ruin with every ravenous stroke, groaning around you, sucking, flicking, moaning as he feels you further dampen his mouth. “Yes, that’s it. Come on.” He further encourages as you begin to cry out, yanking his hair and writhing, your body a mess as you shake, rushing towards it, almost...
There it is, the release that has you flying through a sky exploding with constellations, somewhere up in the deepest of space just like where your lover came from, your entire body glowing with the thrum of exquisiteness. You’re breathless and light headed, Thor tucking you back into your clothes, grinning and kissing your forehead before leaving you in peace.
“Enjoy your book.”
Enjoy your book? After that, you’re not sure if you even remember how to read!  
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fineanddandy · 5 days ago
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Quiet On Set (Prologue)
Summary: Working with Taika on his movies has never been an issue before...not until Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth sign on for one of his productions...
Relationship: Taika Waititi x black!reader, Chris Evans x black!reader, Chris Hemsworth x black!reader
Warnings: angst, graphic language, flirty banter, female masturbation, 18+
A/N: y’all ready for some nonsense? Well welcome to this crazy little series lol the idea of these three in a fic has always intrigued me and I’m finally getting around to writing it. I laughed the whole time writing it. This story probably won’t end the way you guys think...and I fuckin LOVE that. Okay. Here we go 🙃
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Slow deep breaths. Get it together. This isn’t your first time on set, his set, but the fact that Hollywood’s two largest leading men are starring in this off the wall production of his makes you feel super on edge. 7 am and a constant hum of exciting chatter buzzes all over set as you sip your caramel latte, ignoring your anxiety, ignoring the thrill in the air. Fuck, it annoyed you that you felt like this since you’re usually not one to fangirl or anything but—those two—yeah you can’t deny the tingle in your legs as you pace to Taika’s trailer. Hoping he will bombard you with a list of shit to do; you really need to occupy your brain with anything else. Before you reach the door, you hear the faint sounds of Queen extending out into the lot. Smirking to yourself, you don’t bother to knock, pulling the handle back and letting yourself into “Don’t Stop Me Now” blaring in the room. Wincing at the sheer volume so damn early, you find Taika sitting at his table laptop open and on.
“GOOD MORNING.” He tries to shout over Freddie’s determined singing and you just shake your head with a laugh, taking a seat across from him staring at his screen. “CHRIS EVANS IS ARRIVING ANY MINUTE NOW.”
You roll your eyes. Is he really expecting you to talk like this? “TAIKA TURN IT DOWN.”
“AND HEMSWORTH’S IN HIS TRAILER.”
Huffing a frustrating sigh, you go to find the source but the moment you stand, the music stops. Looking over your shoulder with an irritated side eye, you meet Taika’s mischievously smiling back with a slow shrug. You plop back down in your seat with a tired chuckle.
“It’s too early for your bullshit.”
“First day and you’re already showing up hungover? So unprofessional.” A knowing grin snakes over his scruffy freckled cheeks. Slipping your sunglasses up onto your hair you laugh and reach for your coffee.
“If some goof dweeb who’s supposed to be my boss hadn’t fed me tequila shots all night, I’d be at a 100% and not 75%.” You quip, your smirking lips resting against the lid. You really need to stop going out with him on work nights because he always goes too hard. And you gotta go hard with him. It’s in his stupid charm. Finally breaking his stare from the screen, his soft round eyes dazzle and wrinkle over at you.
“75? That’s way too high...I’ll have to do more damage next time.”
Ignoring the flip in your stomach, you roll your eyes and take another drink of your latte. His flirty banter is all too natural and best to ignore. You’ve witnessed so much you almost have to brush his shit to the side. Don’t be a sucker. Glancing back at him you notice his eyes still lingering down your neck, down to your fingers holding on to your cup. Before you can even get on him about his gaze, a PA bursts through the door, announcing,
“Chris Evans is arriving.”
Which means it times for you to get to work. PA exits as you stand from your seat, ready for your orders. Taika slightly pouts as he lists what he needs from you for a few hours and the first few items on the list: deal with the Chris’s. Fuck. This is the moment you care about how you look today. Since you had such a good time last night, you rolled out of bed and pulled on a baggy hoodie, threw your hair up in a bun and touched up your eyeliner to get to work on time. Yeah sure, Taika was the one that got you fucked but he didn’t tolerate tardiness so you tossed yourself together the best you could.
“Just give them a run down of the schedule for the day, y’know, make sure they’re comfortable and need anything.”
Tapping your notes into your iPhone, you nod and mouth your instructions back to yourself, turning professional mode on before your anxiety takes over again. No more time for that. It’s time to get to work.
“Yes sir...” you type up one more note before locking your phone and slipping it in your back pocket, ready to face the two most gorgeous white men on the planet. Since Chris Evans just arrived on the scene, he’ll be first on your list. It’s fine, it’ll be fine. It’s fine. Taika’s frowning but partially smirking at the range of emotions turning over your expressive mug. Are you actually nervous? He’s never seen you nervous before. It’s kind of cute. Before you head out, you knock your sunglasses back down on your nose, inhale a deep breath and heave a soul cleansing sigh.
“Alright...check back in with you in a bit boss.” You shoot him awkward finger guns with an uneasy smirk then turn on your heel to hit the door. He could almost laugh at you acting all weird about dealing with the Chris’s but instead of teasing you, he should be a good boss and encourage you.
“Hey,” Taika calls you back pushing the door open, “you got this.”
You flicker a frown with crooked smirk. Uplifting words? From this guy? And not relentless teasing? That’s fuckin unusual. Instead of justifying...whatever that was...with an answer, you just walk out and focus on the task at hand: Chris Evans. Walking to his trailer, you listen to all the women on set fawn and giggle about Evans strutting his sweet ass onto the lot already waving and speaking to everyone. You’d heard that he was such a delight to work with, which is cool and all, but that plus he’s fine as fuck...danger. Keep it professional. Thank God no one is buzzing around outside waiting for him to come out. Knocking twice, you wait a minute for him to answer but when you aren’t too sure if you heard him or not, you walk on in pushing your sunnies up on your crown.
“Uh...good morning Mr. Evans I’m YN, Taika’s right hand and—OH FUCK!”
Laughing out of pure embarrassment, you blind your peripheral with a flat hand. The image of his pale muscular back imprinted into your mind’s eye forever now. Shit, it’s just as toned in real life as it is in the movies what the fuck. You definitely should have knocked again. Totally didn’t mean to walk in on him changing his shirt. But Chris is hardly bothered, turning to face you, still shirtless, with a smile and the shirt he’s changing into still fixed between his fingers. Now would be a good time to start apologizing profusely...
“Oh my god I am so sorry Mr. Evans—,”
“Chris, please.” He interrupts, totally checking you out unsure of what to do with yourself. Messy bun and shades apparently does something to the man. And your cute ass awkward giggling, still hiding behind your hand...you’re really Taika’s assistant?
“Uh—Chris—um...I am so so sorry for barging in like this it’s just I thought I heard you say something but then again probably not I don’t know I’m like still half asleep or whatever and honestly a little hungover but I will NEVER ever just intrude like this I am SO SO SORRY Mr. Evans I MEAN Chris.”
Chris can’t get enough of how twitchy you are, rambling and apologizing like this. While you prattle on, Evans pulls on his shirt, then leans back on his table folding his arms, admiring your nervous but oh so pretty smile once your defenses are down a bit. So damn cute he can’t help but wonder if Taika’s ever made a move. Chris chuckles at you shoving your hands in your hoodie pocket just to tame your awkward movements.
“Hey, hey, relax. It’s all good. I just got off a plane, needed to change. No big deal.” He says to soothe you, nibbling on his bottom lip as he sweeps his heated gaze over your frame. He wants you to notice him noticing you. If anything, it only makes you even more fidgety. “Let’s forget about it.” Even though you both know that’s not going to happen.
“Uh...sure. Okay. Um...so yeah there’s like a breakfast catered if you’re hungry and sometime after that Taika will do some big welcome speech thing he likes to do but uuuh...I just wanted to check in and introduce myself. If you need anything, please let me know.”
God you’ve got to get out of here. Practically sweating under his smoldering stare you hardly remember half the shit that’s on the schedule for the day. Barely mumble through all that. You’ve got to get out of this hoodie or you’re going to pass out.
“Noted sweetheart.” Holy shit he says that in real life? You could roll your eyes. “It was really nice to meet you...”
“YN.”
“Right,” his smile snakes up his flawless cheeks, “YN.” He draws it out all nice and slow like it’s chocolate melting on his tongue. You could be the chocolate. You need to go.
“...oookay then Chris.”
You damn near kick the door open, excited to feel the cool morning hair hit your flushed face. Shoving your sunglasses back on, you fan yourself, damn near running away from Evans’ trailer but then immediately slowing down when you realize your next destination. Chris Hemsworth. Shit.
Pulling your hoodie off, you blow a big huff of breath from your mouth, grateful for some relief. Even if it’s just for a moment since his trailer isn’t too far from the other Chris. Tying your hoodie around your waist you silently hope and pray that Hemsworth isn’t on the same bullshit as his co-star. You can’t take another pair of pretty blue eyes beating you down with desire or whatever the fuck. Men in Hollywood are flirts, everyone knows that, but no one’s ever blatantly eye fucked you before. If that’s what Chris Evans was even doing. That’s what it felt like he was doing. Between Taika and Evans, this day can’t get any weirder.
Knowing that Taika and Hemsworth are best friends actually takes some of the pressure off. Even though you’ve never had the pleasure of really meeting him, there’s still some sort of adjacent comfort with him. You’d heard so many outrageous about him from Taika it’s like you almost knew him but this will be your first time properly meeting Chris, especially professionally as his buddy’s assistant. Gratefully he’s already coming out of his trailer as you’re walking up. Both wearing white muscle shirts, Hemsworth points at you with his sunny smile.
“Heeey! Twins.” What a fuckin goof. You can’t help but snicker. “You’re YN, correct?” He asks sitting on the steps at his door. Nodding, you both reach out your hands to exchange a firm shake. His warm hand overcomes yours, both smiling and shaking maybe a little too long. Well it’s nearing to that point so you snatch your hand from his stern grip.
“How are you this morning Chris?” Averting your gaze to the concrete, you anxiously rub your sweaty palm on against the thigh of your jeans. That could mean nothing. Please mean nothing.
So this is who Taika’s always mentioning, Hemsworth thinks to himself, scoping how curvy your hips and waist are since they’re in his eyeline. Exposing a little midriff with your cut off tank. You are quite the pretty girl and without even trying. Taika had already warned him via text that you were feeling the aftermath of too many tequila shots with him last night. That he should take it easy on you but that’s all out the window now that he’s looking at you. Oh, he gets it alright. Why Taika can’t help but swoon over you, even if he doesn’t even notice that he is. Perpetrating that “you guys are just mates.” Hemsworth leans back on his elbow with his classic crooked grin. Here we go, another pair of sparkling blue eyes barreling into your skull. You’re too hungover for this.
“I’m doing much better now. Are you my escort?”
Instead of rolling your eyes, you just shoot Chris a modest grin, shaking your head.
“No, actually Mr. Hemsworth I’m just here to properly introduce myself and check in, you know, make sure everything is in order...”
But you’re too distracted by his silence, his steady gaze, that you just drift off, wondering why he’s staring at you like that. He wouldn’t dare cross that line with Taika would he? His warm eyes say yes. What’s up with this day?!
“An escort to craft would be in order...and you are here to please me...” he gradually stands off the steps, looming his gigantic body over you, “...right?”
Jesus Christ. No man should have this much...mass. His blonde hair spiky and his rugged five o’clock shadow, so fuckin hot. No one should be this devastatingly sexy and in your face like this. It’s rude as hell. Hemsworth seems like the type that never stops until he gets what he wants so might as well comply. You don’t say a word, just turn and lead the way. Chris following close behind, eyes on the way your hoodie sways back and forth with the switch of your hips. You know he’s watching you, you can feel his gaze burning at your waist, your frayed hem riding up each time you take a step. You can’t think of anything to converse about he’s so distracting. Hemsworth can feel his effect on you and it’s so arousing.
“How‘s your hangover?” Chris asks, widening his steps to walk beside you.
You hum a chuckle. “Talked to your buddy I see. It’s tolerable.” It’d be gone if these two weren’t such a mindfuck.
“Can’t let Taika bully you into overindulging.” He nudges your arm with a friendly grin.
“I don’t know how he does it either.” You snicker because it’s true, he has a natural way of getting you wasted. No matter how determined you are not to get that far. Chris laughs along with you, loving the sound of your laugh in his ears.
“Well you don’t know a good time until you’ve had a few drinks with me love,” the pet name has got you peering up at him, “I can take care of you. Better than Taika.”
A blind man can read between the lines on that. There’s no way you’d set yourself up like that, especially not with Taika as your boss. But Hemsworth really wants to get you alone, get that supple body up against his while you get all shy and giggle. If Taika wasn’t going to make a move, then maybe Chris should take a chance. No way in hell Evans is going to try anything; he loves to keep it quiet and professional while shooting. So he’s got a clear shot. All you can do is laugh at his proposal.
“I’m sure you would Chris but...don’t think that’s a good idea...”
Approaching everyone who’s enjoying the meal catered by one of Taika’s favorite chef’s, you notice him standing talking with some of the crew about the scenes for the day. Quietly, you hope he notices you so he can take you away with some menial task.
“Taika won’t mind,” Chris pushes, “He can join us if that’d make you more comfortable.”
Persistence on a man can be irritating, no matter how attractive they are. He knows why you’re saying no, hence why he’s offering up his best friend to sway you but nah. As Taika talks, he keeps a watchful eye on you and Chris who can’t stop smiling down on you clearly irritated. He knew he was going to say or do something inappropriate to piss you off. Chris can’t help his flirty ways if he tried. Taika rolls his eyes.
“Look,” you go to place a gentle hand on his bulging bicep but rescind the gesture, “that’s sweet and all but let’s respect the dynamics here, Mr. Hemsworth.”
You hope that makes yourself loud and clear with his advances but Hemsworth barely listened, too mesmerized by the warm golden tones under your soft skin. Seems like you need to get away from him as well. And right on time, Taika calls you over hopefully with more work to do and away from them. Waving a weird goodbye to Chris you scurry away to your “savior” who hopefully knew you needed a rescue. You almost thanked him as you approach. Taika wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders, asking,
“Are you hungry? You should eat something.”
Hemsworth watches the two of you go, observes how close Taika holds you to him. So protective. His thin lips near your ear as he speaks to you. Chris laughs to himself. That’s fine. You can go but Hemsworth isn’t done with you yet.
“What’s up Hemsworth.”
Glancing to his left, he sees Evans coming over to with his wide smile, arms wide open. Hemsworth breaks his attention off you and Taika standing off from everyone, conversing intimately to give this big lovable goof a big hug.
“Been too long brotha.” Hemsworth grins wrapping his arms around Evans’ shoulders. “You look good mate. New trainer?” He holds him by the shoulders, looking him over.
Evans just laughs. “Nah man. Same guy just more weights, stricter diet all that bullshit. You know how it goes.”
“Oh yeah...” but Hemsworth’s attention goes right back to you and Taika laughing and acting stupid. Evans follows his gaze then moans softly to himself.
“Fuck there she goes. Taika’s girl is cute.”
Hemsworth glances at Evans with an annoyed smirk. “Please don’t call her that.” Taika’s girl? Never. Not while he’s around. Evans side eyes Hemsworth, slipping his hands in his front pockets then looks back to Taika distracted by some crew and you lingering behind him on your phone.
“What, they look mighty chummy.” Evans commentates. “Am I missing something?”
Hemsworth just smiles, lifting his chin and says, “Taika’s oblivious, claims they’re just friends but I can tell...he’s into her...”
Chuckling, Evans rocks back and forth on his feet with a silent oh then smiles, taking in what Hemsworth is saying. “And you?”
But he just shrugs in response, and Evans just huffs a laugh and nods. Oh this could get interesting.
“Noted.” Evans smirks, keeping his eyes glued on you smiling at whatever’s on your screen.
You’re giggling at a stupid meme Taika sent you last night while you guys drank the night away, discussing the movie and other random shit in his fancy condo he’s renting. But suddenly, you feel the hairs standing on the back of your neck. An uncomfortable tension buzzing in your shoulders. Stretching your neck with a grimace you look over to your left to find the Chris’ staring at you with devilish smiles and hungry eyes. Even from feet away, the intensity of their coquettish focuses stirs you up, fuckin rattles your nerves. Between the two of these physically exquisite men, you’re in for a world of trouble. Your chest heaves harder the longer you hold their heated stare, growing considerably wet. And as if they could tell, their smiles lengthen and you panic.
“Gotta go!” You shout, retreating, scaring Taika and some of the crew he’s speaking to. What the hell? Taika searches for the cause of your outburst and spots those two laughing, following you run off towards his trailer. Oh this is going to be a problem.
You slam the door shut to Taika’s bathroom all flustered and mixed up. The tingling that once only existed in your legs has now spread all over. Shaking your hands and hyperventilating, you pace the small floor, cursing to yourself and shaking your head.
“Shit. Shit,shit, shit...” you whisper to yourself, fighting with the small voice in your head coaxing you to give yourself some relief. You shouldn’t but your pussy is on fuckin fire. You shouldn’t...not in Taika’s bathroom at least. Buuuut, fuck it, you rip your jeans open and shove a desperate hand into the damp crotch of your panties. Biting back a needy whimper, you rest your forearm on the back of the door and get to work on your clit. You’ll just make it quick. Knees buckling, fighting back rambunctious moans, you picture Evans and Hemsworth and gush all over your hand. Images flickering across the back of your eyes motivating your climax. Evans’ back. Hemsworth’s arms. Evans’ pink bottom lip. Hemsworth’s scruffy chiseled chin. Evans’ smile. Hemsworth’s accent.
“Shit! Fuck!” You softly sob against the door, so close to dissolving. Replaying the series of images over and over until you cum all over your fingers with a long almost too loud moan. Gasping for air. Almost ashamed for how hard you came but damn, you feel better. Back in control. Your phone vibrating over by the sink alerts you that you’re still at work. Quickly you put yourself back together, wash your hands and grab your phone, and swing the door open. Just to find Taika standing there, knuckles up prepared to knock. The two of you startled.
“Are you okay? What the hell happened back there?”
“Nothing!” You chime with large frightened eyes. Fuck you almost got busted getting off in your boss’s bathroom. A new low? “Had to pee, that’s all.” You nearly clip him as you shove your way pass him, still completely bewildered, and fly out the door. You need somewhere, ANYWHERE, to be.
Oh this is going to be a problem indeed.
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dramaqueeenamby · 5 days ago
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Waves: Quarantine
A/N: It's been way too long since I've done something for the Wavesverse, and I apologize deeply. I have a few requests related to this series to complete, but I couldn't knock this idea.
Words: 4K
Warnings: None
Tags: @babe-im-bi @notacamelthatsmywife @missyperle @queenoftheworldisdead @tashawar @valkryienymph @letsshamelessqueen-m @hello-therree @mani-lifes @liquorlaughslove @toni9 @koko-michelle @theequeenofcurses @taylortheeshowpony
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Waves
Summer placed her phone inside of the mount and made sure that it was secured before she sat back in her bed, getting comfortable with the mass of pillows supporting her back, and smiling tentatively. “Hi, guys.”
Summer!
Someone tell me this isn’t a joke???? Please???
She lives!
Sis, blink twice if you need help.
Summer rolled her eyes. “Ya’ll better stop. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve hopped on live, but it hasn’t been that damn long.”
Summer continued to read the comments where more than a few people pointed out she hadn’t gone live on Instagram in over three months. Her mouth dropped. “Ya’ll lying. It has not been almost six months, has it?” She placed her hand over her mouth when people started dropping dates in the comments. “Okay, I stand corrected. Damn, I’m sorry, guys.”
Don’t be sorry, bestie. Do better!
Damn, ya’ll are so entitled. Celebrities have lives too.
What life? We all been in quarantine.
Rich people quarantine be different from us poor folks, I guess.
“So that’s actually one of the things I wanted to talk about.” Summer cleared her throat. “And I’m going to try really hard to make sure I word what I want to say as clear and as effective as I can, but I know this is still going to end up as a salacious headline. So, it is what it is.”
Oooh, Summer about to drop some tea.
I don’t see her wedding ring, ya’ll…..
I’m scared omg.
Watch this be nothing but a role announcement.
She shrugged and took a deep breath. “Okay, so a few days ago, I did the Buss It challenge, after being harassed by Sanda. And can I just say that filming was a challenge in and of itself? Not necessarily the movements but preparing? I’ve got two kids, twins, who are like the Tasmanian devil. I was literally up at 3 something in the morning trying to record it because my wild children won’t let me be great.” She chuckled. “Kids are something else.”
Summer truly jumped through hoops and was a damn near acrobat trying to figure out when she could not only get herself done up but actually record the challenge. Being the perfectionist that she was didn’t help, but the fact that she couldn’t recall the last time she’d put on makeup and dressed up was a whole other fiasco.
Quarantine definitely brought out her bum side.
“All of that aside, I truly was satisfied and happy with the final product when I posted it. In hindsight, I should have just left it that, but I wake up every day and choose chaos, so I decided to read the comments.” She blew out a breath. “One of the most frequent comments and really, insults, I’ve received my whole career. Primarily, since I was cast as Storm, revolves around how I look. I.e., my weight. I’ve been called fat, obese, out of shape, and so many other things.”
It was 100% true. The minute Marvel announced that she’d been chosen to play Storm, the racists came all out of the woodworks. She was too short, too chubby, too dark, too black. And Summer didn’t care, not a bit.
“Even,—and I’ll tell you guys this, when I first started my SS training, that’s what I call it, SS for Storm Shape, there was a—person who worked for Marvel at the time who came to visit me while I was training.” She smiled thinking back on that day. She could still recall it so clearly. “He basically was pissed because to him, I still looked the same, fat and out of shape.” She adjusted her top and shifted in her bed. “That same day, I deadlifted and bench-pressed over 200lbs” She paused for effect. “What I need for people to stop doing is stop fucking projecting—and I’m going to cuss in this, so if you don’t like it, oh well. I work for Disney, but I’m a grown ass woman, and I’m going to say what I want.”
I am screaming. Summer said we getting alll the tea today!
So, it’s wrong to point out that someone is physically unhealthy now, cool?
The problem is that no one wants to see a fat superhero. It’s not realistic.
^^^^ Tell me you have a small dick without actually telling me you have a small dick.
“I saw Lizzo, whom I adore, post a Tik Tok where she basically said that she workouts to have the body she wants not what ya’ll want, and honestly? Same. She said that her body type is no one’s fucking business, and that’s so true. Ya’ll love to hop on this internet and pick apart people you don’t even know and criticize bodies you don’t even have to live in and move around with. And for what?” She shook her head, slamming her fist into her open palm as she spoke. She was fully invested now. “I know we in quarantine, but damn, pick another hobby cause being a bully is not it, sweetie.”
I really needed to hear this today.
Using Lizzo as a point of reference makes everything you’re saying null and void. Lizzo is clearly overweight and at risk for diabetes, heart disease, just to name a few…..
I been saying this! You can’t look at a person and say they’re unhealthy.
Bodies come in so many forms, and all are beautiful.
“Now, I bring all this up because a lot of people were commenting on my Buss It challenge and pointing out the fact that I’ve gained weight, and guess fucking what? I have, and you know what else?” She leaned over to whisper while covering her mouth with her hands for focused effect. “I don’t care.”
Summer laughed and shook her head. “As others have pointed out as well, yes, we have a gym in our house. I 1000% acknowledge the fact that having the resources that I do as a celebrity and someone who has money puts me in a different category. Hell, my husband has a whole fitness app. I recognize that. If I wanted to keep up with my workouts, emphasis on wanted, I could have. I own up to that, but I just didn’t feel like it, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to send and leave mean messages calling me all kinds of names.”
Summer had thick skin. She always had. Growing up with her family, who always ensured to feed her self esteem and make sure she knew that she was beautiful, definitely paid off. It was just a combination of quarantine and not having a lot of opportunities to keep herself busy with work that had her feeling some type of way.
“And that’s something else I wanted to bring up.” She blew out another breath and tried to gather her emotions. This was the subject she was almost certain she’d grow teary eyed discussing. “I love my husband to death. My children are everything. Christopher’s family is like my own, but— I haven’t seen my family, like my mom, grandma, brothers, etc in almost a year.” She paused, dwelling on that. Almost an entire year since she’d been able to physically hug and interact with the people who made her who she was. “And I’ve always made it clear how much I fucking love my family. I live in Australia. I can’t do a drive by with grandma so I and my kids can at least see her on the doorstep.” She quieted again, eyes darting off as she quietly cursed. “I’m trying really hard not to cry right now.”
Please don’t cry, bestie.
This is the side of quarantine that people don’t talk about enough.
Has this woman never heard of FaceTime????
I feel her pain. I live in Europe, and my family is in the states. This quarantine has been brutal.
My grandma died from COVID, and I couldn’t even go to the funeral. Summer is bringing up a good point.
“Damn,” Summer chuckled bitterly and wiped at the tears that fell. “I’m okay, I promise. I just bring this up because quarantine has also been very hard for me in that aspect. At certain points, I’ve been down, I’ve been in my head a lot, and I just was not, for the most part, in a space where I felt like I had to keep up my fitness regimen. And that’s okay. I put my mental wellbeing ahead of making sure my body is socially acceptable. Sue me.”
I really appreciate her honesty.
Summer never goes beyond surface level in interviews, so seeing her this vulnerable is really surprising.
Are we supposed to feel bad for her? She’s rich. She can afford whatever help she needed.
These comments are not passing the vibe check.
Ya’ll are all mental health advocates, but when a black woman is opening up about her struggle, it’s discarded?
“And let me make this clear too, I have an amazing husband who is so patient and so kind. He’s one of the best people I can go to when my anxiety hits, so I don’t want this to come across as me complaining that I’ve been alone. I have him and our children. I just miss the rest of my family. That’s all.” She dried her eyes and started to read the comments, unsurprised by the mixed reaction. She expected as such and was unaffected. At least until she saw one comment.
@ChrisEvans: ❤️❤️❤️
“Evans!” Summer wasn’t expecting to see his name pop up. It’d been such a task convincing him to join IG, let alone teaching him how to operate it. “Let’s go live.”
Not my husband and wife in my head about to go live!!!!
Imagine being able to call Chris Evans your best friend
I still say they smashed idc
It’s Christopher Jamal Evans hopping on this live for me.
^^^ I’m so sick of y’all with that shit.
“Let me try to add him,” Summer spoke to herself, scrolling through the comments to find his so she could request him. “Alright, I requested him. Let’s see if he answers.”
She wondered if she should have sent him a text asking if he was available when he appeared on her screen, effectively splitting it with her on the top and him on the bottom.
“Punk.”
“Kid.”
Summer smiled and greeted, “Hi, best friend.”
He chuckled. “How you doing, Summer?”
“Clearly not as good as the people watching,” she chimed. Summer saw nothing but heart eyes and hearts in the comments. “These people really love you. You truly are a manipulative bastard. He’s an asshole, guys.”
“Don’t be jealous, Summer. It’s so unbecoming of you.”
“You can go to hell.”
“Language,” he playfully reprimanded. “Where are the kids?”
“At preschool. Things are finally starting to open back up over here. Thank God.” She clasped her hands together. “Y’all, please wear masks. Don’t be Karen’s.”
Chris laughed, grabbing his chest. “We’re getting there, Summer.”
“The lies you tell,” she countered. “Don’t A Starting Point, me. Ya’ll are far from getting there, and I’m tired of it. I wanna see my family.”
He sighed. “I know, but how are you feeling today?”
“I got rid of the kids, so that’s definitely a weight lifted,” she answered honestly, laughing when she saw judgmental comments in the chat. “Listen, if you’re a parent, you know where I’m coming from. You love your kids, but my god, sometimes you just need some space.”
“As soon as this all blows over, I told you to send em’ by me for a couple of weeks.”
“Best friend, I already purchased their tickets.” He laughed. “As soon as I get the green light, they are all yours. Feel free to keep them.”
“You guys see how she is?” He pointed to Summer, leaning and squinting to read what was being said. “I do love kids, especially the twins, they’re amazing.”
“He is really really great with them, guys,” Summer added. “One thing about Evans, he’s patient as hell and really, just a big kid. Why do you think him and Christopher get along so well? 40 going on 4.”
“I resent that.”
“Is it a lie though?”
He hesitated. “No.” They both laughed.
I’m loving the dynamic between these two so much.
Is it just me or are they flirting with each other…..
Ain’t nothing inappropriate about this conversation. Ya’ll are reaching…
Ya’ll remember that blind item that came out years ago alleging Chris (Evans) was the biological father of the twins? Hmm…..
^^^^^This kind of bullshit is the reason we’re in a global pandemic.
As always, Summer and Evans ignored any foolery that was being dropped in the comments when she caught a comment that didn’t contain some ridiculous rumor.
“Yes, it is true that Evans and Christopher weren’t allowed to do press together anymore. Ya’ll, they literally could not stay serious for more than a minute. I felt so bad for the poor interviewers.”
“Hey, we were not that bad,” Evans protested, his Boston accent more prominent.
She gasped. “You guys were terrible, Evans, and you know it. I was so mad when they put me with ya’ll those few times. I could barely hear the interviewers over your laughing and stupid commentary that literally no one asked for.”
“We did not.”
“There’s deadass video proof, Evans.”
“Fake news.”
She opened her mouth but caught herself. “I was about to say something.”
He laughed and asked, “Do you remember how we all got drunk before the Infinity War premiere?”
“No, ya’ll got drunk. I was big and pregnant, remember?”
“No,” he dismissed. “You were drinking with us.”
“Evans, how was I drinking when I was pregnant?” She challenged and reminded. “I got drunk with ya’ll for the Endgame premiere, not Infinity War.”
“That’s right,” he remembered and chuckled. “You think we’ll get in trouble for saying this?”
She shrugged with one shoulder. “You’re dead, Christopher never gets in trouble for anything, and I do what I want. I think we’re good.”
Kevin Feige watching this live right now like 🥴🥴🥴🥴
I never realized how arrogant she is……
LMAO. Not the whole cast showing up drunk to the biggest premiere of their lives.
Chris Evans is too damn fine to be approaching 40 and still single.
Their friendship is so goals omg
@ChrisHemsworth: Snitches
Summer’s jaw dropped as she caught the last comment, swiping up to click the name and make sure that she was reading correctly. “Christopher, what the hell are you doing on my live?”
Evans brows furrowed. “Hemmy is here? Shouldn’t he be working?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Summer supplied. “And how long have you been watching?”
@ChrisHemsworth: Long enough.
She smiled nervously and looked off to the side. “I feel weird now. I don’t like when he watches my lives.”
“Aren’t you guys married?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be shutting the fuck up?”
Evans lifted his hands in a defensive manner. “Touchy subject, I see.” They shared another laugh as he cleared his throat. “Why don’t you add him now? I’m supposed to be helping Scott cook.”
“My favorite Evans,” she gushed and furrowed her brows. “You, cooking? Since when?”
“Get out of here.” He waved her off and reminded. “I’m not the one who constantly causes near fires when in the kitchen.”
“So, you really just putting all my business out there like that?”
“Summer, it’s not secret to anyone that you can’t cook for shit.”
“Wow, it really be your own best friends.”
He chuckled. “Love you, kid.”
“Love you too, punk,” she blew a kiss. “I’ll text ya’ later.”
“Alright.” He smiled for the camera. “Thanks for having me everyone.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. Evans and Summer said goodbye one last time before he left the live. She blew out a breath and ran her hand through her hair. “Baby, comment something so I can add you. It’s too many comments to wade through.”
Summer adjusted her phone and checked the time on the clock on the wall. It’d been a while since the kids were away at school, and she didn’t want to get so caught up that she was late picking them up.
@ChrisHemsworth: I can’t. I’m too drunk.
Summer released a mixture of a laugh and a snort reading his comment. “You are so damn petty.” She clicked his name and adjusted her outfit while waiting for him to answer. She almost cursed when it seemed like he wasn’t going to join, only for her to smile when his face appeared on her screen.
“Hi,” she greeted in a soft voice with a small smile.
“Hello, Sandcastle.”
“Did you just—I swear to god, it’s always something with you.” Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head. Christopher smiled in response. “Why aren’t you working?”
“I am.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re working, how are you talking to me?” She asked, sassily.
“Umm, a little thing called multitasking, ever heard of it?”
“Wow. You are an asshole.”
“That’s mean.”
“You’re mean.”
“Christopher, you are literally a child.”
“Does a child have muscles like this?” He flexed, and Summer stilled. Christopher stayed in ridiculous shape, but this was another level. He’d never been this massive, and she wasn’t too proud to admit that. Just not aloud.
She faked a yawn. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
They really just be roasting each other all the time, and I’m here for it.
Summer must be legally blind because this man is stupid fine tf
It’s gotta be steroids. That’s not natural.
^^^^^He’s the god of thunder.
Summer rolled her eyes at the typical nature of the comments. These were the reasons she limited her time on social media and especially stayed away from reading the comments. Her attention was redirected to the top of her phone. It was a text from Christopher asking her to call him.
“But we’re—oh, I get it.” She realized he wanted to talk to her, not her and her tens of millions of followers. “Alright, guys, I’m gonna get off here so I can talk to my husband, alone.”
“She just doesn’t want to share me with you all, that’s all.”
“Don’t even start, Christopher,” she lectured while he laughed and got serious, for a minute tops.
“Hope you all are taking care and staying safe,” he spoke honestly. “And we’ll talk to you soon.”
Summer waved and smile. “Bye, guys. Remember to be kind.” Summer offered a final smile before ending the live. Closing up the app, she moved to open FaceTime and called up Christopher. He answered almost immediately. “You know I hate when you watch my Lives. Now, how much did you see?”
“Enough to know you’re coming to see me tonight.”
She laughed aloud. “Funny.”
“I’m serious, Summer.” Focusing on him, she realized that there was no humor in his voice nor his expression. Summer also noticed that he didn’t have the Thor wig on yet, which was probably why he was able to go live with her. He was waiting to get into hair and makeup. “Leave the kids with Liam. It’s not like he’s doing anything.”
“Christopher!”
“What? Is he not a professional unemployed bastard.”
Summer’s smile remained as she shook her head. “You are so mean.”
“I’ll handle the flight arrangements. You, my beautiful wife, just make sure you get on the jet so I can handle you.”
“Christopher, you’re working. People with everyday jobs don’t just up and show up to their spouses workplace because they miss them or need a break from the kids. That’s how folks get fired.”
Christopher started to move around, walking somewhere, she realized. “What are you doing?”
“Hey, Tike.”
Summer’s eyes widened slightly. “Christoper!”
“Sup, man?” Taika asked casually, as Summer laughed again. Taika Waititi was such a character.
“You mind if Summer comes up for a few days?”
“Sure, man,” he replied almost right away. “Bring the kids and chickens too.”
“I am not bringing those damn chickens,” she immediately protested.
Christopher made a sound. “Ha, so you are coming!”
“I didn’t say that.”
Taika joined Christopher so that he was in camera. “Hey, Summer, why don’t you come on join? You can have a cameo. Chickens, too.”
She rubbed her temples. Taika’s and Chris’s friendship would never not make sense to her. They were cut from the same cloth. “One, hey. Two, I was already in Ragnarok. I’m good on the cameos. Three, what is with ya’ll and those creepy looking chickens?”
“Whoa, creepy? What did the chickens ever do?”
“Exist,” Summer answered dryly. She still hadn’t forgiven Evans and Christopher for convincing her to let the kids keep those damn things. Her home was becoming more and more of a farm with each animal that joined the household.
“Tough crowd, that one, ehh?”
“Always,” Christopher agreed.
“I can hear you both,” she reminded and groaned loudly. Summer would love to spend a few days away from the kids. Chris would be working, yes, but she’d at least get some time for herself. Even better, alone adult time with her husband. That had also been a bit tricky during quarantine because of her rambunctious twins. Still, she disliked using her status as a celebrity to gain things, and this would definitely be a case of using status for pull. “I don’t know….”
Deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that Chris had walked away and returned to wherever he was prior to finding Taika, most likely his trailer.
“What if you only stayed a night?” Chris tried to bargain. “The flight is only an hour and a half. That will give you more than enough time to come here, let me fix you dinner, run you a nice bath, maybe get in the good ole’ horizontal tango—”
“You know I hate when you call it that,” she reminded quietly, admitting. “That does sound nice, though.”
“Or, I can come to you—“
“Absolutely not. Christopher, you’re already doing so much back and forth as it is.” One of the good things to come out of quarantine, to Summer at least, was that it forced many people to take a much needed break. Her husband was one of those people. Christopher had been working nonstop since she met him. Project after project, film after film, many of them Marvel films, which put a whole other layer of difficulty what with the strenuous physical requirements. Even now as he shot Thor 4, he was in the best shape he’d ever been, muscles nearly tearing the cotton of his clothes. He looked amazing, but it was what they couldn’t see that she was starting to grow a little concerned over. Christopher wasn’t as young as he once was. He had to slow down, eventually.
Summer realized this would be a perfect chance to have a conversation about just that with him, which all but led her to her final decision.
“Alright,” she conceded, finger up as she made her demands. “Three days, and I stay at the house while you shoot. We may be returning to normal, but we’re still in a pandemic. I won’t go around anyone except you.”
“So I get you all to myself? Hardly consider that a stipulation.”
“And…we talk.”
“After the horizontal tango—“
“I swear to God, if you don’t stop calling it that—“
“What was that, sweetheart? I wasn’t listening.” She saw that he had paused the screen, causing Summer to remember that she hadn’t even consulted with the babysitter. “Making flight arrangements for you.”
“Shit, let me text Liam and make sure he’s available.”
“He gets reception in the box?”
“Christopher! For the last time, your brother is not living in a box.”
“Do you know that for certain?”
“Goodbye, Christopher,” she prepared to end the call before smiling softly. “I love you, Christopher, and thank you.”
He winked. “I’ll always do anything for you, Summer. Anything.” A beat. “Don’t forget to leave the clothes. You won’t need them.”
“Christopher!”
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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty Two.
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The sudden coolness offered by a large covering of cloud moving in front of the sun, coupled with a gentle breeze fluttering through the stifling heat made Tyler feel a little less hot and tightly would in that moment, taking a deep breath he slowly released from his nose, still watching the buffalo.  
While sitting there, he was aware of a couple of pickups entering the compound behind him, the only thing that stirred the peaceful silence around him until a few minutes later, someone’s footfalls approaching from behind.  
“You look like a man with the weight of the world upon his shoulders,” Oba commented, hoisting himself to sit next to him, pulling his cigarettes out and offering him one. “I’ve never seen you smoke, but I guess maybe you might need one.” He guessed correctly.  
“Something like that, mate.”  
“We are men both chased by demons rather than driven by them.” Oba’s words were always quite profound, he’d noticed.  
“What demons chase you, then?” He asked, curious.  
“How long do you have to hear me speak of them?”  
“Sounds ominous,” he snorted, laughing a little as he lit his cigarette, handing the lighter back to Oba. The sudden rush of nicotine delivered felt good, he felt himself calming down.  
How things were different from the last time he’d smoked, lying on the floor of an abandoned apartment, half dressed, in a haze from the kind of orgasm that had knocked him sideways. The one that had a fifty percent chance of being the moment his baby was conceived. His life, it was crazy.  
“I have as long as you need.” Although he sensed Oba to be different to the men he associated himself with, Tyler was still acting cautiously, with a guard up, everything he said calculated. He didn’t trust that perhaps Oba wasn’t attempting to feed information back to his boss. What he was about to learn would turn that notion on its head, though.  
“Today would have been my wife’s twenty-seventh birthday, had she lived past twenty-three,” he began, drawing hard on his cigarette, following Tyler’s line of vision out to the buffalo as he held the smoke deep in his lungs. “Her name was Zauna, which is darkly ironic since the meaning of her name is to be alive, and now she is gone. She died while giving birth to our first son, who also did not survive.”  
“Fuck, mate. That’s... fucking hell. I’m sorry, man.” Reaching out, he squeezed his shoulder, Oba nodding and patting his arm, his eyes a little glassy.  
“I appreciate that, Tyler. I did everything I could, even paid for private doctors to try and keep my son alive, but he followed his mother two weeks later. He was just too small to survive. No wife, no son and more debt than I knew how to get myself out of.” He sighed, rubbing his brow, amazed he’d revealed so much to the man he barely knew. He sensed it in him, though, that he was different. He wasn’t stone cold, the white man with the piercing eyes that reflected the kind of ghosts he knew his own held.  
At hearing his story, Tyler suddenly felt very inferior to Oba, a man who had done everything for his child when comparatively, he’d done little. Of course, he’d been there to hold his hand through Rowan’s first treatments, when the doctors still held hope they’d cure his lymphoma, but as soon as he’d been diagnosed as terminal, he’d ran.  
“I’ve heard all about Nigerian debt collectors. Those are the fellas I’ve seen around with hyenas on chains, aren’t they?” Tyler commented, Oba nodding.
“And Ayo. He has no hyenas though, just enough weight to crush those who owe him.” It took him a brief moment to realise it, that Oba was one who owed him. “I have been here for four years, since my beloved died, working off a debt I doubt will ever be paid. I know you do not trust him, my friend. You are right not to. He is not what he seems.”  
Although his senses told him to trust the man sat beside him, he still couldn’t discount that it might be a ruse in order to gain his trust. He’d need concrete evidence of Oba’s words prior to fully trusting him. “I want to get going soon. Honestly, do you think he’ll make it hard?” He asked, Oba nodding.
“He’ll try and keep you here, he’s keeping a close eye on you while he tries to gather information on you and Liliya. He doesn’t believe you are here because of being wanted by a cartel. Personally, it doesn’t matter to me either way, but if I were you, I’d leave sooner rather than later. Don’t leave on foot in the night, though. There are lions out there in the less built-up areas once you leave Lagos,” he warned, Tyler nodding.  
There it was. If Oba truly had any loyalty to his boss, he wouldn’t have confided that Ayo was digging deeper into them at present.  
“Why don’t you flee, get away from him, find a life that he doesn’t own?” He asked, taking a final drag on his cigarette before dropping it to the floor, grinding it out beneath his boot.  
“He’d find me and bring me back. Notice too, the way he is always around me. I never leave the compound without him.” Just then, as if to enforce his statement...
“Oba! I need you,” Ayo called from a distance, beckoning him back from where he’d come.  
“Heed my warning, Tyler.” Getting down, he went back to his boss, or rather his captor, Tyler shaking his head, feeling awful for Oba. It then hit him in waves, with his mind no longer distracted by the story of another, why he’d come out there in the first place.  
“Fuck.” Getting down from his perch, he walked back inside, finding Liliya still asleep. To occupy is mind, he stripped his t shirt off, beginning to do press ups and sit ups until his chest heaved and his skin glistened with sweat,  
“Now if that isn’t an absolutely glorious sight to wake up to, I don’t know what is,” she told him, turning onto her front, stretching and yawning. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, ish,” he admitted.
“I am ish too, so we match.” Moving to the end of the bed, she puckered her lips at him, Tyler moving over to grant the kisses she sought.  
“I found out something, though,” he revealed, before quietly whispering what Oba had told him, about Ayo looking into them. He didn’t trust that the walls might’ve had ears.  
“We should leave soon, I feel. You were right. We need to get out of here.” As they found, also as Oba had warned, it was easier said than done. However, it had nothing to do with Ayo and everything to do with the weather.
“Here, for the eventual flooding. It won’t stop now, not for a few days. The roads are already beginning to back up,” Oba told them the next evening, laying sandbags outside their room door, Tyler helping him arrange them properly to prevent the ingress of water. “One thing that is good which always comes with the storms, since we are a little more out in the open here, the lightning is incredible. You can see it bounce off the ground.”  
“Is it drivable, say in a 4x4?” he asked, having no idea how bad the flooding got out there.
“I should think so, but you won’t survive stealing from Ayo, unless you leave in the dead of the night and then, it’s dangerous, driving through flooded roads in heavy rain. I will help you all I can, though. As much as I am able. Is she okay?”
Looking over Tyler’s shoulder with concern, he saw Liliya, bundled in a blanket shaking like a leaf. Not drinking for over twenty-four hours was now starting to have the inevitable ugly effect; alcohol withdrawal.  
“She’s just a bit sick right now. She’ll be fine.” He assured him, just as she shouted ‘move!’ hurtling off the bed, heaving. Flying up the stairs, she ran for the bathroom, just about managing to skid to a halt and vomit into the toilet. The sickness had started about an hour ago, the hot and cold sweats and tremoring since that morning.  
She hadn’t been without even at least a small amount of alcohol in her system for a long time, and her body was letting its displeasure known at being forced to function without it. Sitting back on the floor, catching her breath, she felt thankful that at least her morning sickness period had cleared up. She had a feeling she’d be seeing the inside of a toilet bowl enough as she dried out.  
“Liliya, here. Save you having to run up here. Let me help you,” came the kindly voice of Oba from the door she hadn’t had time to shut, holding a large bucket as he approached and held out his hands. She took them, Oba hauling her up, placing a hand on her arm. “How far along are you? My late wife, she used to get the sickness too, at all times of the day when she was pregnant. She used to say it was mourning sickness, as in her body mourning her ability to keep food down.”  
“Late wife?” she asked, suddenly holding up her hand and then turning to the toilet again, bringing up more, Oba crouching to hold her hair back. “Thank you for being kind, too. Tyler is right, you’re not like them.”
He smiled, glad that these new people whom he found himself taking a genuine like to believed he was sincere. “You are welcome. And yes, late wife. She passed away in childbirth four years ago. I’m surprised you don’t know; I spoke of it to Tyler yesterday morning.”
“He is not a parrot, he doesn’t repeat everything he hears,” she gasped, retching again. “I’m sorry, too. That you lost her.”
“Thank you.” Once she felt like she wasn’t about to vomit again, she sat up, looking to the doorway and smiling to see Tyler there, unscrewing a cap from a bottle of water and handing it to her.  
“Thanks, Oba,” he extended with a nod.  
“I was just telling her that I recognise this from Zauna. I see now why you are extra eager to move, get away from here, if there is a child on the way. This is no place for you.” He nodded in reply, not wanting to disrespect Liliya’s privacy by revealing that the sickness was because she was beginning to withdraw from booze.
Neither of them revealed that the child he referred to might not be on the way either, that they were still deciding the fate of the very unexpected pregnancy. He left them to it, heading out on business with Ayo, the heavy rain not stopping the need to go out and collect protection money from local businesses.  
“Why would he turn on his boss, Oba?” she asked, taking off her vest top and shorts, suddenly feeling much too hot once they were back in their room.  
“Because he owes him a debt he doubts will ever be paid. I heard him tell you that he’d lost his wife, well, his son died too, but before that Oba borrowed money from Ayo for his care. As soon as the rain has stopped, we’re gone. Where to, I don’t know. I suppose we’ll know that when we decide whether we’re going to be parents or not.”
Being rained in had one advantage, it seemed. Plenty of time to do nothing but try and somehow decide the fate of what was currently growing within Liliya’s womb as she suffered from ceasing her drinking. As Tyler would discover, it wouldn’t be easy. She would be an utter nightmare to cope with, but at least he’d have a little help.  
“Here, a box of electrolyte powder for dehydration. Mix the sachets in water. I bought ginger biscuits too, because they help with the nausea.” Oba handed over the carrier bag after returning from his debt collecting endeavours, Tyler thanking him. At least one thing was certain. The burly man who had revealed himself to be an ally within the shark pool they currently resided truly was just that.
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dramaqueeenamby · 6 days ago
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𝙎𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝗈𝖿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | Masterpost
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Pairings: CEO!Chris Hemsworth x WOC!Stripper!OC
Rating: Mature
Type: Series
Taglist: Open [Send an ask to be added]
Status: Ongoing
Song Inspo: Seasons of Love by Rent Cast
Playlist: Coming Soon
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Summary: Billionaire and CEO Chris Hemsworth has always been a notorious ladies man, constantly photographed with different women, known in and out of the industry for being a playboy. However, being spotted with yet another woman while his company is working on a merger with a family owned corporation leaves him in a tight spot. Enter: Kaya Lopez, a twenty something college student by day and stripper by night. After she's photographed during her walk of shame from Chris's mansion, he tracks her down and propositions her. Pretend to be his girlfriend for the next few months with substantial, monetary, daily payment in return. Though Kaya detests Chris's arrogance and overall disposition, she agrees to the arrangement, also allowing sex to be included in the transaction. (She dislikes him, not the sex). It's relatively straightforward. At least, that's what Chris and Kaya expect. They soon realize that some things in life can't be accounted for, especially when feelings are involved. Especially during seasons of love.
Chapters 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8
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stardust-walker · 6 days ago
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World on Fire: Chapter 4 {Loki X Sigyn!Reader}
Summary: Sigyn was supposed to have died almost 100 years ago. A peace mission to Migard gone wrong and she had never returned. Everyone had thought she was dead until Loki is shown someone who looks too familiar when he comes to Earth on a mission. Sharon Odell. Shannon Orwell. Sidney Orwell. No matter what name she goes by, it’s all the same. Now that Gods and heroes are real, there’s no use hiding who she really is anymore.
Chapter Summary: in which Loki makes Sidney relive some painful memories and Thor is the just the best bro
Masterlist
Chapter 4: Suffer With Me
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Sidney didn’t know what sort of reaction to expect from him but it definitely wasn’t this. Instead of any show of emotion, Loki resumed his slow pace along the front wall of the glass cage. “Why have you come?” His voice was cold. “To extend an offer of peace?” He scoffed.
Sidney furrowed her brow as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I need to know why. It’s not like Odin to interfere much with Earth anymore.”
“You speak of the Midgardians like you are one.” Loki came to a stop in front of her. A shiver ran down her back in spite of herself. “How disappointing,” he drawled. “I do not come on the orders of Odin.” The venom behind his words confused her. What had happened while she was gone that could change so much?
“Then why do you come?” 
“I come to free them all. Free will is an illusion. I wish to be a just king that the...people of Midgard need to remind them of that. Perhaps you need to be reminded along with them.”
Sidney let out a heavy sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. This wasn’t the Loki that she knew.
“On the other hand, you could be useful. You know Midgard more than I.”
Her temper flared as she dropped her hands to her sides. “I am not some tool for you to use! I will not be some part of your hair-brained scheme.” She jumped slightly as he slapped a hand against the glass a few inches from her face.
“You underestimate me?”
“You tried to kidnap me, Loki,” she hissed through gritted teeth. The last thing she needed was Fury or someone else hearing them fight like this. Especially since she was sure she knew him well enough to know what was likely to come next.
“Kidnap you?” Loki let out a laugh as he slowly shook his head. “Was it wrong of me to simply want to see if it was truly you?”
“If that’s what you wanted, you would have arrived on your own and not sent two SHIELD agents after me. Heaven knows they’ve caused me enough trouble as it is.”
“Yet you sit on their airship as if you are a welcome guest.”
Sidney frowned. “Nick Fury owes me. Many times over, I don’t suppose they really had a choice after your agents aimed a gun at me and forced my hand.”
A glimmer of another emotion crossed Loki’s face. Was it panic?
Sidney cut him off before he could spew more venom towards her. “What has become of you? You were always a trickster, you enjoyed your practical jokes. You were never cruel.” She glanced away from him for a moment. The blonde needed to regain her composure before she turned back to face him. As if in a trance, she took a few steps closer to the cage. “Tell me what happened to you.”
“I can not.” He looked more distressed now. 
Sidney held her hand up so that it lined up over his against the glass. “Show me.” She wasn’t even sure if it would work. They had done this before, sure, but that was when her powers were at their full strength. She was certain that she didn’t even have all of them back yet. Perhaps it was something she would need to focus on more. At least she was sure that she was capable of removing the blocks that she had put up in her own mind long ago. Was it worth it to be able to fit in with her friends on Midgard? She couldn’t yet tell.
“You will not like what you see,” Loki warned her.
Sidney grunted in annoyance as she slowly closed the distance between Loki’s hand and her own. The young woman sucked in a deep breath as her hand touched the glass. For a moment, she thought it wouldn’t work. Then her eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pain cut through her skull.
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Being able to view someone else’s memories was never a pleasant one but it was certainly a way around having to discuss them. She could no longer feel the solid metal ground underneath her feet. Instead, she could see only what Loki wanted her to see. At least Sidney was still aware of the cool glass under her hand that connected the two of them together in that moment.
Her insides churned as she was thrust into the first memory. Where it all started to go wrong.
“I don’t understand why this mission to Midgard is so important,” Loki sighed as he lounged on a chair in the corner of the room.
“The Allfather says that the whole planet seems to be on the verge of war, Loki.” She had looked down at her hands. She remembered it well that she couldn’t even bear to look at him.
Loki’s face contorted in a mix of emotions before he settled on a look of vague concern. “Of all the warriors to send, why you?”
“Perhaps he would like to ensure the victory of the right side.” It made sense to her until Loki pointed it out. Why shouldn’t he send the goddess of victory to help the Midgardians?
Loki rose up from his seat quickly and took long strides across the room. “Where are you going?” She rose from her seat and brushed her hair from her face.
“To speak to my father. Maybe I can make him see reason.”
“No, Loki.” Her voice was stern as she stepped in front of him and placed a hand on his chest. “If this is something that I must do, then there’s no use fighting it. If the Allfather...your father thinks I can be of use, then I would like to prove myself.” Her light eyebrows furrowed as her dark eyes scanned Loki’s face for any response.
His thin fingers wrapped around her own. He slowly raised her hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to the back of her fingers. “If he’s looking for success, I’d say he’s chosen the right person for the job.”
A sad smile spread across her face before she threw her arms around his neck and embraced him.
The memory faded almost as quickly as it had come. Before she had time to regain her composure another more painful one entered her head.
“What am I?”
“You’re my son.”
Odin? Her breath caught in her throat as the Loki in the memory turned around and she was able to take in his appearance. His skin was no longer pale, but a startling shade of blue. His eyes were red and his skin bore strange markings.
“The casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day was it?” Her footsteps made no noise as she trailed behind him. His slow advance towards Odin made her feel sick to her stomach.
“In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and I found a baby. Small for a giant’s offspring. Abandoned. Suffering. Left to die.” Her brain swirled with a million thoughts as she took in Odin’s words. Loki was no son of Odin he was-
“Laufey’s son? Why?” The hurt in Loki’s voice was apparent. 
“You were an innocent child.”
“No.You took me for a purpose. What was it?” She felt like she could cut the tension with a knife and she was almost certain her physical body jolted as Loki shouted at the top of his voice, “tell me!”
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She didn’t get to hear Odin’s explanation as the memory faded until she could only see the black behind her eyelids. Sidney’s eyelids fluttered open as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights that shone from inside the cage. Loki looked as stoic as ever as he stood tall. There was an expectant look in his eyes as he watched her for any sort of reaction.
In spite of herself, she felt a tear begin to slide down her face. Her free hand raised to wipe the tear from her face as Loki sneered.
“Why do you cry? I don’t need your tears. Your pity and sympathy mean nothing to me.” His face was twisted into a cruel mask though his voice cracked.
Sidney opened her mouth to protest before a strange sensation swept through her. It was similar to the disorienting feeling that she’d just experienced but there were no images. Just feelings.
It started out as a warm sensation in her hand that began to travel up her arm. Her eyes widened in shock as she found she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand from the glass. Sidney’s dark eyes darted from her hand to Loki’s face in distress as it just seemed to grow hotter. “Stop this!” 
Loki shook his head. He wasn’t doing this. 
Sidney had tried her hardest to keep quiet while she had come to find out what she needed but she couldn’t bear it any longer. A pained scream left her lips as she doubled over and clutched her head. She could swear she heard Loki’s screams in her head as she felt the unbearable heat grow stronger and stronger. She couldn’t see anything but she heard a name in her head that seemed to sear itself into her brain as Loki’s voice echoed in her head.
There was a dull sound behind her that she couldn’t quite place until she opened her eyes to see the reflection of the door sliding open behind her. 
“Loki, stop this!” The loud voice was familiar enough that Sidney cringed as Loki finally pulled his hand away from the glass barrier. She watched his feet stumble back a few steps as Thor’s loud footsteps moved even closer.
Sidney coughed and shuddered as her body slowly began to return to its normal temperature.
As she went to straighten up into a standing position, a strong hand on her arm pulled her further back from the glass wall. Loki’s eyes narrowed though he didn’t say anything as the tall blonde man grabbed her by the arm.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Thor’s voice was harsh. Sidney cringed as she allowed herself to be pulled from the room. One last glance over her shoulder was all that she spared towards Loki before the door slid shut behind her.
If looks could kill, the look Coulson shot her before he stormed back down the hallway would have at least injured her. Thor hovered over her with a concerned look on his face as both of them watched the agent stalked back down the hall. 
“Leave me be,” Sidney hissed through her teeth as she went to advance down the hallway. Her vision went blurry just before she stumbled into the wall. “I can handle myself.” She swatted Thor’s hand away.
His voice was still harsher than she remembered as he spoke again. This time was different, though. He spoke more like a concerned parent than a scolding one. “My lady, you should allow me to assist you to your room. Unless you’re sure you can handle yourself.”
Her dark eyes narrowed as she glanced up to shoot Thor a venomous look. The two of them were in a silent stand-off in the hallway for a good ten seconds before she relented. With a heavy sigh and a pinch of the bridge of her nose, Sidney allowed Thor to take her by the arm. “Very well.” 
As the two of them moved down the hallway, Sidney slowly found it easier to get her bearings. She had guessed that some things had happened to Loki while she was gone but what he had shown her had distressed not only her heart but her mind as well. She wished that Thor would just leave her alone but it seemed like she wouldn’t be so lucky.
“If I could ask,” Thor started.
“At least wait until we’re not in public,” she whispered. The least he could do was wait until he brought her to her room to discuss the elephant in the room. Thankfully, Thor seemed to take the hint at the very least and maintained his silence for the rest of the walk.
Once the door to her room closed, it was another story.
“I was sure it was you when I first boarded the ship, yet I didn’t want to ask,” Thor stated simply.
“Well thank the Norns that you didn’t,” Sidney rolled her eyes as she edged her way towards her bed to sit down. Thor was a large man and her quarters were small. “Do me a favor and at least get me a cup of water from the sink, would you?”
Thor busied himself with his menial task as she pulled a container of ibuprofen from her bag and popped one in her mouth. 
He handed her the cup of water as he knelt down across from her so he could meet her eyes. “You should not have gone in to see him. He is not what you once knew him to be.”
“I noticed that for myself very well, thank you.” Sidney sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Which is why I had to talk to him. I needed to know...something had to happen that made him into this. Cruelty and war was never something he took joy in.” Her pointed look at the god of thunder did not go unnoticed.
“Much has happened since you departed,” Thor hung his head solemnly. 
Thor took his time to explain as much as he could to her. Her supposed death had caused great grief for his younger brother; there was nothing she could do to change that now. Though she had explained her exile had seemed to serve a purpose and after a time she had chosen to simply adapt to her circumstances and perhaps she had blocked herself from Heimdall as someone had shown her long ago. Thor listened as she explained that she had feared after a short number of years that Loki would only express anger at her return so she had decided to remain on Midgard. The thought to return home had not crossed her mind in years though she had remained faithful throughout her time there.
Thor’s expression hardened as he spoke of Loki’s true parentage. His own exile to Earth which shocked her. Loki’s supposed plunge to his death had nearly brought tears to her eyes as Thor placed a comforting hand on her knee. “It brings me sorrow that we should all reunite like this, but perhaps Loki could see reason. Perhaps the three of us could return home together.”
Sidney placed her hand on top of Thor’s and almost laughed at how his hand dwarfed her own. “I think I would like that if it weren’t a pipe dream.”
“He will need to face consequences no matter what. He’s killed 80 people in 2 days according to the spy.”
“Her name is Natasha. But I’ve known you to kill 80 people within an hour,” Sidney quirked an eyebrow.
“Those were different times. My time on Earth has changed my thoughts at least on the people of Midgard. They were not deserving of that.”
“Selvig doesn’t deserve what Loki did to him,” her muscles tensed. She didn’t want to feel such rage towards the caged man but she couldn’t help it. Selvig was a good man and he deserved nothing but good things.
“I do agree with you on that one. Selvig is a good friend and a smart man. There must be a way to free him from whatever spell my brother has him under.” The two of them fell silent. “This is a lot to ask of you, I know this. But if you’re here as well, it must be for a reason.”
Sidney sucked in a deep breath. 
“I do not ask you to betray my brother, but to help him come to his senses. And if he will not do so, then to help me to stop him from doing something that he can not return from.”
Sidney opened and closed her mouth a few times before she settled on a nod of her head. “It’s not like I can jump out of this flying metal death trap. I may as well make myself useful. Though I’m not sure that Stark will want my help if the word gets out.” Her dark eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she met Thor’s eye.
“Your secret from them is safe with me.” Thor assured her. Sidney knew it was only a matter of time before her charade was up, however. Tony was a smart man just as his father had been before him.
Without another word, Sidney rose to her feet as a startled Thor practically jumped to his own as he mirrored her. The small woman held out a hand to the god which he took and shook sharply.
“We have a deal then?”
“It is an honor to be able to fight alongside you again, Lady Sigyn.”
Her breath caught in her throat for a moment at the name that she hadn’t heard in decades. Maybe even close to a century. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves there, big guy. I suspect we should try to find the others before they get too suspicious.”
“The Son of Coul…”
“Don’t worry about Phil. He won’t spill the beans if he knows what’s good for him.”
Thor nodded and began to lead the way back towards the lab. Sidney flinched slightly as the thought of the last memory she had been shown echoed through her mind again. One word played on her mind as she finally cleared her head enough to follow the blonde god.
Thanos. Who in the hell was that?
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𝙎𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝗈𝖿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | eight
Parings: CEO!Chris Hemsworth x Stripper!OC // Words: 7K // Type: Series // Taglist: Yes/No (Inbox me to be tagged or removed) Warnings: Some Smut.
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The lack of heat and weight on top of him was the first thing that Chris noticed when his eyes fluttered open, welcoming him to the state of consciousness. The heat and weight, however, were the only things that bothered him because of what they meant.
Kaya.
That night was the first they’d slept together in a non sexual manner. She had her room at the house, and he had his, they’d only shared a bed for their sexual escapades. Last night, however, was a first.
Kaya, without prompt, peeled back the blankets of the California king and climbed under the fitted sheet. Typically, Chris’s mind raced with thoughts and mental planning for what the next day would bring, but this time, sleep preceded forethought. As soon as Kaya pushed her body against his, her thigh swinging over his lower body, he knew he’d be unable to focus on anything other than the woman under him.
When exactly he fell asleep, he hadn’t a clue. He did, however, wake up at some point in the middle of the night and chuckle when he realized Kaya had shifted positions. She was no longer tucked into his side but rather sprawled across him, her left cheek pressed against his chest.
True to her word, she’d kicked the blankets down to her ankles, his calves, leaving them both susceptible to the chill of the room. He attempted to at least pull the flat sheet over them only to stop when she groaned in her sleep and shifted her body upward, head closer to his neck than anything.
If he had the opportunity, he would have snapped a photo to savor the image. He would definitely, however, tease her with it when morning came.
And it had finally arrived.
Sighing and stretching, he sat up in the bed and closed his eyes. Chris was an early morning riser. Early mornings and late nights. They made up his way of living. This morning, however, he felt a bit exhausted. He chalked it up to the stressful day prior and climbed out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
He overheard the faint sound of Kaya’s humming from the room over which was why he bypassed searching for her. She was still in the suite, and that was all he needed to know.
Twenty minutes later, he exited, freshly showered and clean, ready to start his busy day. One of many. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand, unaffected by the litany of notifications that overtook his lock screen. It was the norm for him.
He unlocked it and proceeded to wade through the many unread messages. He would start with the missed calls, follow up with the emails, and end with the text messages, the order of which would include starting with most important to least.
He’d seen only two calls that he needed to return when he walked into the dining area, clearly catching Kaya off guard.
She jumped up from the sofa, knocking her phone into the beige carpet. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows slightly lifted, but a small, tentative smile graced her soft features. He took in her appearance. She was dressed only in a black tank top that stopped just above her belly button and a pair of flannel pajama shorts that were dark blue with white lining. Her hair was down but pulled back, allowing an unobscured view of her face.
He always thought she looked most beautiful like this, off guard, in her natural state.
“Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I mean, uhh, morning.”
He eyed her skeptically. “Good morning.”
“Did I wake you?” She asked, almost fearful that his answer would be a yes. “I tried to be quiet.”
His eyes narrowed. “Would you care if you did?”
“Of course.” Now, he was alarmed. This wasn’t like Kaya. At all. “I ordered us breakfast,” she chimed, motioning to the table. “Belgian waffles with blueberries on the side and strawberry syrup.” As she spoke, he walked up to her, tossing his phone on the sofa on the way. Chris brought his hands to her face, peering down at her. “I’ve noticed you—”
“What are you doing, Kaya?” He could tell she was about to deflect, so he clarified. “Why are you acting like this?”
“What are you talking about?”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re many things. Dumb isn’t one of them.”
He saw it, the flash of anger that appeared in her gaze, but she pushed it away. “Don’t bait me.”
“Don’t put on an act with me,” he calmly challenged.
“You’re trying to pick a fight.”
“And you’re deflecting.”
She pulled away from him, only to realize that he had no intentions of releasing her. Chris held onto her arm. Kaya looked back at him and scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Kaya,” he spoke softer. Chris had an idea what she was doing, but he needed her to be honest. If not with him, at least with herself. “Talk to me.”
At his words, she looked away. “I did. Last night.”
“That’s what this is about.” Again, he knew what it was. He just wanted her to admit as much.
Chris could tell that she was searching for the right words. “L—last night was a lot.”
He nodded slowly. “It was.”
“And you’ve had a chance to sleep on it.”
“Sleep on what?”
She hesitated, angling her body toward him as she hugged herself, Chris finally releasing his grip on her forearm. “Us.”
He stepped closer to her. “Do you honestly believe that my feelings for you could change just like that?”
“A good night’s rest does the mind wonders, so I’ve heard.” Chris rolled his eyes. “So, you’re not, like, going to abandon me in this foreign country and force me to prostitute my way back home?”
“Why would you even—No, Kaya, I admit that I can be—”
“A dick?”
He chuckled. That was the Kaya he was used to. It was the one he liked .
“Difficult,” he spoke carefully. “But, I’m not heartless.”
She chewed on the corner of her lip. “So we’re still good?” He saw how she redirected her gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable. “You and me, I mean?” He nodded slowly, an action she reciprocated.
“Okay.”
“Alright?” He cupped her face again, searching for any sign of deception. He found none.
Kaya then released a heavy breath. “I never get nervous like that. I hate it. It makes me feel nice.”
“What’s wrong with being nice for once?”
She looked at him with a blank face. “Have you met me?”
He laughed and pulled her into his body. “I have.”
Aware that he couldn’t see her, she smiled and bit on her bottom lip before looking up. “Also, I actually ordered breakfast for myself and then remembered that you needed to eat, so your food should be coming in like ten minutes.”
He snorted. “That’s more like the Kaya I know.”
“Hey, at least I ordered something you like,” she reminded, clearly proud of herself for that. “Even though my waffles mine are way better.” She pulled away, taking his hand in hers as she led him to the sofa. “Coffee?”
He shook his head. “I’ll get it later.” Kaya waited for him to sit before she plopped down next to him and picked up her phone, her legs draped over his lap. “There’s something else I need to ask you about.”
He noticed the way she looked up from her phone but nodded. “Okay.”
“You fainted—” Her eyes shut as she groaned. “Why?”
“It’s stupid and embarrassing,” she sighed, sitting up and tossing her phone to the side. “Sometimes when I get really anxious or, nervous, I faint. It’s extremely annoying and absolutely ruins my devil may care image.”
“You’re like 4’5”. Devil may care image was never even an option for you.”
Mouth ajar, she grabbed a pillow and slapped it against him. “Fuck you!”
He laughed and caressed her leg. “So, you’re okay?” He stared at her.“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
She scoffed quietly, lips together. “You’d care?”
His answer was instant. “Of course.”
Kaya nodded, hesitantly. “Yes, I’d tell you.”
For a second, she thought she had to throw up. She felt sick to her stomach. Last night was honesty hour, so how had she ended up on Lying Lane?
“Good.” Chris gently squeezed her calf. “Now for the next thing.”
“What is this, an interrogation?”
“What did he say to you?”
Kaya couldn’t show it, but she was eternally grateful for the change in subject, even if she didn’t want to talk about that either. “Who?”
Chris closed his eyes. “The man from last night, Kaya.”
She groaned and sulked into the sofa again. “Not this again.”
“Now, Kaya.”
Kaya realized that she was lucky to have gotten away with the lie about why she fainted, so she decided to at least be honest about this much.
“He—said that I was beautiful and wanted to know how much you were paying me. Wanted to buy me for a night, maybe a week,” she scoffed and shook her head. “It took me a minute to realize what he thought I was and what he wanted. It wasn’t until he said I looked exotic and wondered how I tasted that I caught on.”
“Son of a bitch,” Chris cursed, adeptly managing his anger as he motioned for her to continue. “What else?”
“Well, after I told him to go fuck himself cause I certainly wasn’t going to, he got a little upset.” She pushed her lips together and wiggled her brows. “Told me that the toilet he had just pissed in was worth more than me, called me cheap, illegal, a whore, and a bitch. That’s when I punched him. Cue the panic, me running into you, couple of emotional breakdowns later, and here we are.”
“He touched you, though,” Chris added. “You lied when I asked you about it last night.”
Kaya pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m becoming too predictable.”
If Chris wasn’t juggling between flipping over the coffee table, he would have broken into a small smile. If only. “Kaya.”
She released a second loud groan and relented. “He wouldn’t let go of my arm—that was definitely annoying—then he moved it to my thigh and tried to take a grab at dulce—”
“What?”
“You know.” She gestured to her crotch. “Dulce.”
“You—named it?”
“Her,” she corrected. “And of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
He almost wished that he wasn’t too upset to enjoy the absolute humor that accompanied her statement. She spoke with an absolute straight face.
“I’ll handle it,” he announced.
Kaya sat up again. Her abs starting to contract from the constant up and down movement. “What do you mean?” He eyes widened. “Are you—are you going to kill him?” She moved to sit on her knees. “Holy shit, are you in the mafia?”
That finally broke out a small smile. “What?”
“It makes sense, you’re rich.”
“This is true.”
“And handsome. Like, very very handsome.”
“Also true.”
“And you’re a dick.”
“Debatable.”
Kaya climbed onto his lap and smiled craftily. “That would actually be kinda hot.”
“Would it?”
She nodded as her hands moved up his chest. “So, are you going to tell me what you plan on doing?”
He laughed humorlessly. “Of course not.”
She glared. “You are a dick.” Kaya attempted to climb off his lap only for him to restrict her. “Let me go. The seduction didn’t work. I’m gonna go eat.”
His gaze darkened. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” She watched him sit up and felt his hands palm her ass. “For someone so smart, you do take an awfully long time to catch on.”
“I resent that.”
“I don’t care.”
Kaya went to protest more when he laid her down on the sofa, hands going to tug down her shorts. “You think you can distract me with sex.”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed against her neck, mouth traveling to the valley between her breast.
Kaya’s eyes fluttered as she squeezed the side of the sofa. “Well, it won’t w—work.”
He chuckled, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You sure about that?”
“Don’t play with me,” she forced out as his long fingers pushed her panties to the side.
Chris blew on her vagina and gave a slow, long kiss to her clitoris, prompting Kaya’s back to promptly arch off of the sofa. His dick twitched. He loved how receptive and sensitive she was to his touch.
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
——
“Why don’t you like backshots?”
Chris looked down at Kaya. She laid at the end of the bed, flat sheet pulled up to her chest as she propped her head up with her elbow that was anchored into the bed.
“What?”
“You know.” She proceeded to move to her hands and knees, the sheets accentuating her ass perfectly. He had to contain himself.
“I know what they are, Kaya.”
“So why don’t you like them?” She asked again, returning to her previous position. “I thought all men did.”
“Why do you assume I don’t?”
“Chris, I can count on two hands how many times you’ve bent me over, and we’ve certainly fucked many more times than what I can count on those two hands.”
He chuckled, closing his eyes, purposely not answering.
“Hello?” Still nothing. Annoyed, she tried to kick him in his side. “Don’t ignore me.”
“I want to see your face every time I make you cum.”
Kaya stilled, her thighs immediately clenching. It wasn’t when he made her cum. It was every time, and there certainly were plenty.
“Damn you,” she groaned quietly, laying her head down on the bed. It made sense, so much sense. When he did have her face down ass up, his hand swiftly moved to her throat or fisted her hair, yanking her head back so that he could see her face. Kaya moaned quietly, suddenly eager for another demonstration, fully aware that she was unable. Even if Kaya wanted them to go another round, her body couldn’t withstand it. It always amazed just how much he could milk from her.
Quite literally.
“You asked.”
Again, she kicked him. This time, he caught her leg, his hand gently moving up and down her calf.
“Hey.”
“Hmmm.”
“Can we—” She saw that his eyes were still closed. “Can we stay in today?”
He opened his eyes and peered down at her. “What?”
She blew out a breath and sat up on her knees, sheet falling, exposing her nude body. “Hear me out.”
Chris’s fingers danced up her thigh. “I’m listening. Somewhat.”
Kaya rolled her eyes and placed her hand over his. He interlaced their fingers. “You know so much about me now.”
“Yes.”
“But, I feel like there’s so much I don’t know about you, and I don’t like that.”
“What do you want to know?”
Satisfied, she laid her body so that she was on her side, pulling the flat sheet up to her hip, but laying right-side up so that she could see him. “So we can stay in? Like, just….chill?”
“If that’s what you want.” She smiled. “But tomorrow, we go out.”
Suspicious, she asked, “is it for that surprise you keep talking about but won’t tell me about?”
“I’m sure you would love to know.”
“You truly are the worst.”
“Your question limit is nearing.”
Rolling her eyes, Kaya decided to table that topic. For now. “Why were you at the club that night? You looked miserable.”
“I was.”
“So why go?” She pressed. “And what man gets miserable at a strip club?”
Somewhat invested in the conversation, Chris turned on his side as well to face her. “Men go to the club, strip and beyond, to seek out women.”
“Pussy.”
“Precisely,” he agreed. “Does it look like I need to actively look for that?”
Eyes taking in his frame, even Kaya couldn’t deny he had a point there. Chris was many things, but ugly could never be one. The man was inhumanely handsome, insanely wealthy, built like a god, and knew the difference between harder and faster. It didn’t get much better than that.
“Touché,” she relented.
“But to answer your question, it was Evans birthday.”
“So, you were being a good friend,” she realized and admitted. “I can see that.”
“See what?”
“That you’re a good friend. You’re—you’re loyal.”
“When I deem someone’s worth it, yes.”
“I’ve never cheated,” Kaya shared. As per the course as of late, she continued to open up, sharing more and more of herself with him. “Been cheated on, of course, but never the one to do it. I just don’t get it, ya know? If you don’t want to be with someone, cut em off. Don’t hurt em.”
His eyes took in the way her voice dropped at the end, the softness of her tone. “Like you’ve been hurt.”
Kaya looked up over her long lashes and offered a crooked smile. “That’s one thing about me. I don’t give out second chances. You only get to fool me once, after that,” she said something in Spanish. His brow quipped. “What?”
“I’m not used to hearing you speak in Spanish.”
“I—I don’t do it a lot anymore. It—it reminds me of my family.”
“You think about them a lot.”
“Every day,” she whispered.
Chris thought about the question before he asked, wondering if it was too soon, not for him, but for her. Yet, he needed to know. “Do you think you’ll speak with them again?”
Likewise, Kaya considered her answer, replying truthfully. “I’d give anything to talk with them again. To be able to feel one of mami’s hugs or to hear papi complain about the neighborhood kids and their music.” She cleared her throat. “But, I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I—I haven’t spoken with them in years, Chris. When I left, they still loved me, but now—after everything, I don’t know.” She swallowed. “And I don’t think I could handle them not wanting me as a daughter anymore.”
“But if you knew they wanted to see you, that their love hadn’t changed….you’d meet with them?” He pressed. He needed to know. He would never do anything he thought could hurt her.
Kaya surprised herself when she answered instantly. “Yes.”
Chris made a mental note of that.
Kaya decided to flip the switch. She could only handle vulnerability in small doses. “So back to the club, mister?”
Chris beat her to it with the questions that time around.“How’d you start working there?”
“Umm, it’s my turn to ask a question.”
“I don’t care.”
Normally, Kaya would object. This time, however, she simply smiled. “Well, during my spiraling, I discovered that the only thing I really liked about partying was the music and dancing. As soon as I learned to throw my ass in a circle, it was a wrap. Then I met Nia a few years back, learned she was a dancer, heard how much money she was bringing in, and that was all she wrote.”
“You made it seemed like you hated it.”
“Not at first,” she answered truthfully. “It was kinda fun, you know? I know I’m pretty, and I know I have a nice body, so I liked the attention. Initially. But, then it became less self serving, I started to feel less like a person and more like a product.”
“You felt objectified.”
“Exactly,” she scoffed. “Did you know I had to move from my old place because this guy started stalking me? Somehow, he found out where I lived. He followed me home a couple of times. Now that was scary.”
Chris’s jaw clenched. He felt a mixture of anger and guilt. Anger at whatever bastard had been able to render even Kaya frightened, and guilt at himself for how he had swindled his way into her life. He’d asked about her, of course, but showing up at her school, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the best course of action.
Kaya could practically see his mind reeling. “It was different with you,” she assured with a sly smile. “I’ll never complain about a handsome billionaire propositioning me. Well, as long as they look like you.”
“I still could have gone about it different.”
“You live and you learn.” She shrugged and studied him. “Besides, I’m glad you did. Even I have to admit, my life has become a lot more eventful since you decided to Pretty Woman me.”
“What?”
Kaya’s jaw dropped. “No.”
“What?” He repeated.
“You’ve never seen Pretty Woman?”
“How has it you’ve seen such a wide array of films?”
“It’s called being cultured.”
“It’s called needing a life.”
She ignored him and grabbed onto his forearm. “So, we now have our movie selected for this evening.”
“You do know I have a job, right?”
“And I have school,” she countered easily. “Ever heard of procrastination?”
“When do you graduate, anyway?”
“Next month,” she answered casually. His brow lifted. “What?”
“When did you plan on telling me that?”
“Well, up until like last night, I was still under the impression that this was all fake and you didn’t give two shits, sooo—”
“I care,” he said simply. Kaya quieted and watched the way he stared at her.
“I know.” A beat. “So do I.” She cleared her throat and kicked the blanket off. “Now, if you excuse me, that mammoth of a bathtub is calling my name. I live for a good bubble bath.” Kaya swung her legs over the side of the bed when he reached for her wrist. She looked over her shoulder. “Yes?”
Chris eyes drank her in. Kaya sat completely unaffected by her nudity. Her confidence was one of the many things he liked about her. She was so sure of herself.
“Have you tried the shower?”
“Not yet.” Kaya caught his drift and smiled, leaning over. She’d probably have to end up taking a pain pill anyway before the night was over. “Wanna join me?”
——
Kaya’s left hand was planted against the glass door, with the other against the marble wall. Her hair was soaked, curls dripping down her back. If this was any other situation, she would have been fuming. She hated doing her hair, one, because she didn’t know how and two, because not knowing how made it take even longer.
But this was different.
She didn’t give a fuck about her hair.
The only fuck she cared about was the way Chris was fucking her.
Long and deep, his strong arms held her up effortlessly, controlling the depth and speed of his strokes. He swallowed her moans, suppressing the cries of pleasure that edged off the tip of her tongue. He was so deep in her, Kaya couldn’t get enough of him. Sex was always a fun activity for her. But, this was beyond fun. This was inhuman rapture. She couldn’t get enough of him, and him, her.
Chris growled, his grip on her ass tightening, clutching her against his body. He was infatuated, the way her body reacted to his, she fit him like a glove, gripping him firmly.
Kaya moved her hands to his broad shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin. A moan escaped her mouth as she pried her mouth away, lips parting as she caught her breath, as best she could. His stamina was relentless, and she was starting to wonder if his goal was in fact to immobilize her.
If so, he was well on his way.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” He breathed heavily, gaze darkening, hips slamming into her harder. “How lost in I get in you.”
Kaya was beyond the point of words. All she could manage was a whimper, her head back against the shower wall.
“How many times I think about being inside you, think of the faces you make as I make you cum over and over again.”
In truth, Kaya was only hearing about 40% of what he was saying. It was nearly impossible to focus on both words and the insane pleasure he was causing her body while the showered rained down on them both, bodies dripping from both internal and external sources.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, voice laced with want. Need. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Kaya realized that the water pooling near her eyes wasn’t entirely because of the shower. She was crying. Kaya felt so many things beyond lust. When she first propositioned that sex could be a benefit of their arrangement, she thought nothing of it. She thought it would be something that could fulfill her physical needs.
But, it’d become so much more than that. He’d become so much more than that.
Never had Kaya been treated the way Chris treated her, and she’d been in plenty relationships. Many, and none even came close to respecting and spoiling her the way he did. And it was beyond the monetary gifts, he was attentive, he respected her, but he also pushed her. He met her verbal spar for verbal spar. He understood her humor, he understood what she did and didn’t like. He just got her.
He made her feel….good.
He made her happy.
Panting, she brought her hands to his face, mouth parted, staring. So many words, unspoken but understood, were conveyed in the moments they matched gazes. Her mouth contracted before she smiled softly, fingers running down his face, against his beard before she captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
It was both a truth and a lie. The truth was that she didn’t want to go anywhere. The lie was that what she wanted was no longer in her control.
Kaya just wondered just how long it was going to take for her to garner the strength to tell him that.
If time didn’t beat her to it.
——
An hour later, Kaya was in her bathroom having just finished blowdrying her hair. She had taken picture and sent it to her group chat with Beth and Dana, knowing the latter of the two would be furious that she used heat.
Dana was attempting to help Kaya learn how to style her natural hair. However, Dana was nowhere around, and Kaya didn’t have the patience nor the skill to replicate the wash n’ go Dana preached about, so she used her blow dryer and slicked it back into a low bun.
When she stepped out the bathroom, she found that he was sitting at the office area (she’d never even known a hotel could provide such a thing), glasses on, shirtless.
Smiling, she sauntered over and stood in front him.
“Hi.”
Chris looked up and over his screen. “What is it?”
“I can’t say hi to you?”
“You can’t be nice to me.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her phone to scroll down to Nia’s thread, wondering if she’d missed a text.
She hadn’t.
“You’re rude,” she sassed. He ignored her, typing away. “Are you working?”
“No, I’m typing just because.”
She shrugged. “I’ve heard of rich people doing weirder things.” Kaya’s smile widened when she saw that the corners of his mouth lifted for the faintest hint of a smile. She loved their banter. “Anyway, it was freezing last night.”
He pulled his glasses off and looked at her with incredulity. “Kaya, you pushed all of the blankets off.”
“And?”
“And, that’s fucking why you were cold.”
“Everyone pushes the blankets off,” she argued, hands on her hips. “You kick them all off, pull some of the blanket over one leg, and then put he other leg on top of the blankets.”
“Kaya, literally no one does that.”
“Chris, literally everyone does that.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“Because you’re a selfish bastard.”
“Because I don’t agree with your strange sleeping habits?”
“Yes,” she answered indignantly. “And, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Prove what?”
Kaya ignored him and proceeded to close up all the apps she had opened until she was returned to her regular home screen. Opening Tik Tok, she hit the plus sign located at the bottom middle of the screen. Looking around the room, she realized that the best place to stand it up was against his laptop.
Chris watched as she situated the phone, messed with her hair, pressed something on her screen, and straightened.
“Okay, so I’m currently having a sorta argument with my boyfriend about something that I know everyone does, but he’s convinced that I’m crazy.”
Chris chuckled quietly. That was the first time he’d heard her refer to him as such.
“Psychotic,” he interjected.
“Shut up,” she shouted, her volume contrasting with the smile on her face. “You’re such an asshole.” Kaya shook her head and continued. “So, when you guys are sleeping, don’t you like get hot and kick all of the blankets off, but then you get cold so you like pull one blanket on one leg and keep your other on top of the blankets?” She used hand gestures as she spoke to help illustrate what she was trying to explain. “Let me know in the comments.”
“Let her know she’s wrong.”
“Shut up, Chris!” Laughing, she stopped the video. Kaya reviewed it once and added a filter before typing out a brief caption and adding the hashtags. She hesitated before posting it for one reason.
Nia.
Kaya was once of the small group of people who refused to give into the Tik Tok craze. She saw it as nothing more than a poor man’s version of Vine. It’d been Nia who encouraged her to give it a chance, making Tik Toks with Kaya that quickly gathered hundreds and then thousands of views. Kaya also realized that this would be the first video she posted that didn’t have Nia in it. It felt strange.
She hit post.
It also felt good.
Last Kaya checked, she had a little over ten thousand followers. Not nearly as many as a lot of creators, but more than the average person. She expected at least a couple of people to reply but wasn’t holding her breath. In the meantime, she thought about something she wanted to ask Chris about.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Not now,” he answered distractedly.
She rolled her eyes. Kaya realized he thought she was pestering him again. “No, not that. I just—”
He heard the hesitation in her voice and lifted his gaze to her. “Yes?”
“I noticed you never talk about your family.”
She studied him, watching as he tensed before scoffing bitterly. “That’s because they’re nothing worth discussing.”
“It’s a sensitive subject,” she guessed.
“No,” he easily dismissed. “That would mean I actually care, and I don’t.”
“Everyone cares,” she carefully disagreed. “We just don’t always like to admit it.” He looked up. She smiled softly. “I would know.”
Chris thought about what she said. As much as he thought he was able to help her, sometimes he wondered just how much she realized she was helping him.
“I—I only remember seeing my parents a few weeks out the year growing up. When they weren't shipping me off to boarding school, they were hiring live in nannies to take care of me.”
Kaya frowned and pressed. “Why?”
Chris sat forward and clasped his hands together, having pushed the laptop away so he could rest his elbows on the table. “Work was always their number one priority. Not me.”
“So why have a kid?” Kaya spoke, as always, without thinking. “Especially if you don’t want to be a parent.”
“They needed an heir,” he answered simply before explaining. “Both of my parents came from money, generational wealth, if you will.”
“Old money.” He nodded. “So, they wanted to keep the tradition going.”
“Precisely,” he replied. “They just weren’t expecting me to forge my own path and certainly not to cut all ties with them.”
“You don’t talk at all?”
“I have my office send them a card for the major holidays, but personally, no, not in years.”
Kaya quieted. She was actually saddened by his story. She knew that no two people had the same upbringing, but she also knew the happiness and love she felt from her parents during her upbringing. They would have done anything for her. Their kids were their world, but from what Chris was saying, his didn’t even want to be bothered with him.
“That was probably hard for you,” she finally spoke again. “Growing up with shit parents.”
He shrugged. “It helped me to become independent.”
“Is that why you’ve never been in a longterm relationship?” She asked. He looked at her with surprise. Kaya shrugged. “Beth, Dana, and I talk.”
“About me?”
“Stop trying to change the subject,” she lectured. “I don’t know, I just imagine it’s hard to commit to a whole stranger when your own parents couldn’t even commit to you.”
His eyes softened on her. “It was.”
Kaya’s smile was inevitable around him, she was starting to realize. She also thought of something else. “Have you ever, ya know, talked to anyone about your relationship with your parents?”
“One, there is no relationship. Two, like a therapist? No.”
“Not interested?”
“No time.”
“Sounds like an excuse to me.”
“I’m sorry, are you studying business or psychology?”
She laughed softly. “I—uh, I went to therapy for a little while to help me deal with what happened to my brother but also—” Kaya hesitated but eventually decided to be honest about this much. “I wanted to have a total hysterectomy.” She looked down, fingers scraping against her thighs. “To make sure that I could never get pregnant.”
Chris had a feeling he already knew what her explanation would be, but he still had to ask. “Why?”
She lifted and dropped one shoulder. “I felt—I felt like I didn’t deserve to be a mom and the right thing to do was to make sure I never was.” Kaya looked off, starring at the artwork on the adjacent wall. “Thankfully, the GYN I went to at the time convinced me to talk to someone before I made such a drastic decision at a young age, and clearly it worked.” She motioned to her upper left arm. “I settled for the implant.”
He thought about what she was sharing, what he was sharing. Never had he been so open about his family situation with anyone, let alone someone he was seeing. Though Chris knew he had to admit, to himself and aloud, that his relationship with Kaya was more than anything he’d ever been in.
And she meant way more to him than anyone before her.
“And now?” He urged. Chris always imagined himself being a father someday, not necessarily anytime soon. In the latter side of the future. He wasn’t so sure anymore, however. “How do you feel about kids?”
Kaya had similar sentiments. Growing up, she loved pretending to be a mom, her baby dolls representing the kids she would certainly have one day. But then it happened, and everything changed. Therapy, however, was a great help. It helped her think not so much about current feelings but more how much they could change. How much they did change.
“I would love to be a mom someday,” she whispered and smiled softly. “Can you imagine it? A mini me.”
Chris chuckled. “God forbid she takes after your personality.”
“Well, she certainly wouldn’t be better off taking after yours.” Once again, her words betrayed her. Kaya was getting fed up with the verbal vomit that always seemed to occur whenever she was around Chris.
That didn’t mean she missed the way his eyes momentarily lit up at her unintended admission.
“Oh,” Kaya cleared her throat. Once again, the conversation was going down a lane she hadn’t meant to turn on. “I forgot to check.” Kaya grabbed her phone and quickly maneuvered to Tik Tok, mouth dropping.
“Holy shit.”
“What?”
Not only had she garnered thousands of new followers, but she had just as many comments on her video. Kaya went to her profile and nearly dropped her phone when she realized she was a couple hundred followers away from 100K.
“These people need lives,” she murmured to herself, turning around and walking toward Chris. Without thinking twice about it, she settled herself onto his lap. “What’s so interesting about me?”
“You’d be surprised,” he spoke into her shoulder, arms secured around her body.
Kaya, still shocked, managed to check the comments and cheered in triumph. “Told you!” Chris eyes landed on her phone where he read some of the comments, immediately rolling his eyes.
“Young people.”
“Is your pride so big you can’t even admit you were wrong?”
“You asked a generation of people who think partaking in challenges where they swallow Tide Pods is exhilarating,” he pointed out. “Forgive me if I don’t exactly respect the legitimacy of their veracity.”
Kaya paused. “Maybe you have a point.” She sighed quietly and sat back against his chest, continuing to scroll through the comments. “But, I’m still right.”
He shook his head and danced his fingers against her stomach. Kaya swallowed. She wondered what he was thinking about, though she had a good idea.
Kaya shifted in his lap, pulling down her notifications, when she sat up and gasped again.
“What now?”
Nia had responded. Eager, Kaya quickly swiped to open it only for a frown to form.
Since when do you post Tik Toks without me?
Kaya was immediately upset. She’d been honest with Nia, apologizing for how her behavior may have hurt her best friend, asking to make amends and what she needed to do to make things right.
Only to be rewarded with that sort of reply?
Anger replaced patience as she started to type out a smartass reply only for the three dots to appear. Kaya anxiously awaited for the message to arrive, and a minute later, it did.
Don’t worry about it. Do you. Imma do and finally take care of me.
Nia and Kaya had gotten into arguments before, but never like this and certainly not over a man. Initially, Kaya felt bad, wondering if she had let her relationship with Chris get to her head, but after reading this text, she realized that she had nothing to feel bad about.
Nia was the one who was acting ridiculous, and Kaya hadn’t a clue what she meant by “finally taking care of herself,” but she couldn’t be bothered.
She had so many other things to consume her mind and time with.
As if on cue, another notification chimed, but this one made her stomach curl.
It was a reminder from an unheard voicemail message.
“Are you alright?”
Kaya looked back at him and remembered he’d been patiently waiting to see what was wrong.
Forcing her mask back on, “Nothing, just stupid female drama.” Kaya lifted herself from his lap. “I’ll be back. I forgot to put my satin wrap on.”
“The bonnet?”
“No,” she groaned. “That’s the hat one. This one lays my edges.”
Chris shook his head and placed his glasses back on. “Women.”
Laughing, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.
Kaya hopped up on the corner and nervously bounced her leg up and down. She already knew what he was going to say. It was the same thing he’d been trying to speak with her about for months. Truthfully speaking, she expected him to give up, to move on, to let her go. Clearly, he could not do that. And to his credit, she figured it was because of all the time they’d spent together. He’d grown fond of her, and she hated that.
She hated that he couldn’t just let it go, let her go.
“Fuck,” she muttered. Kaya leaned over to turn on the faucets, hoping to drown out the noise, even if she did plan to listen to it without the aid of speaker.
Sending up a quick prayer, she opened her voicemails and hit play, lifting it to her ear. Her heartbeat was a mile a minute.
“Kaya, it’s me again. I know this is still your number because your voice is still on the message.” She made a mental note to change it to the automatic setting. “I know it’s been a couple months, and I know you said your decision was final, but I beg of you to give it some more thought. There is still time, and if we restart trea—”
Kaya ripped the phone from her ear, the case knocking against the granite counter. Feeling by her eyes, she looked at the wetness on her fingers and scowled. Without hesitation, she deleted the voicemail.
She couldn’t—she would’t do this again. He clearly did not understand nor respect boundaries. The decision was not his to make. It never was. It was hers, and she’d made it. His inability to accept that was his problem, not hers.
Locking her phone, she hopped down and turned around, planting her hands on the granite as she stared at her reflection.
“You’re fine,” she spoke to herself. It was a habit she’d started a while ago, even if it was a lie. It provided her a sense of false comfort. “You’re okay.” Her voice cracked despite her tenacity to remain firm in her choice. “You’re gonna be—”
“Kaya.”
She jumped, staring at the door. Realizing the water was still running, she shut it off. “Yes?”
“Did you order room service again?”
The tone of his question and the irritation in it gave her a much needed smile. She hurriedly wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath. Kaya swung the door open and plastered on a smile.
“Of course.” A beat. “Wanna share?”
Fine.
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A/N: There was definitely foreshadowing for a couple of things that are going to occur in upcoming chapters, one of which happens in the next one. What did you catch?
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Alternate Reality
A/N- it's here! Finally 🥵 that Thor and Chris Hemsworth Man-Sandwich I was telling you about, inspired by @mostly-marvel-musings Threesome Fic ⬅️⬅️
Summary- You don't care how or why it's happened but all of your dreams are about to come true when your boyfriend and his alternate universe clone are in the same room together.
Word count- 3,112k
Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X You X Thor
Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut
18+ only!
Posted: 14th June 2021
Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires
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"What the actual…" Your trial of thought disappears as you watch the huge ring of light appear in the middle of your living room. Chris wraps his arms around you instinctively, as you both stare dumbfounded. The place on the other side of the ring looks different, where ever it was it definitely wasn't here. The funny thing is, you knew what these rings were and who was in control of them but how could that be? They're fictional characters from a movie your boyfriend starred in.
You're proved wrong, when the God of Thunder himself steps through the ring and into your dimension. The very same God of Thunder that Chris stars as, surely this is a dream conjured up by your sick imagination. The tall, broad God looks exactly the same as Chris with the exact same characteristics he portrayed in the movie. You pinch yourself just to check you weren't dreaming, screwing your eyes shut and opening them again a couple of times while Chris stares, completely lost for words.
"Is there something in your eyes?" Thor asks in the exact same voice you were expecting to hear, a look of amusement in his eyes at your reaction.
"Wait, what the fuck? You're real?" You ask.
"I am from an alternative Universe to yours, I have been sent here to gather information from you." Thor says nonchalantly, pulling his eyes away from you and looking to Chris.
"From me? But I'm just an actor, I don't even understand how this is real." Chris says, his eyes blown wide with shock.
"We want to know how the infinity war happened here so we can plan our moves and ultimately win."
"We, who's we?" 
"I have been sent by the Wizard, err I mean Doctor Strange."
"Of course you have, of course you're all real." Chris takes a minute to compose himself, running his hand through his hair and sighing heavily. "Fuck mate, you don't want to know how it worked out in the end." Chris paces the room, trying to make sense of everything that's happening.
"Yes we do, any information we can acquire may be able to help us defeat Thanos." 
"How do you know that it will play out the same way as it did in the movies?" Chris enquires, stopping on the spot to look at Thor.
"We don't but we are willing to try anything." You can see a note of anguish on Thor's face, knowing how the movie pans out you can take a guess at what he's thinking about.
"Y/N why are you so quiet?" Chris turns away from Thor, looking over at you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed.
"Just trying to focus my attention else where and not on the fact there's two of you stood right in front of me." 
"There's not two of us, this guys some sort of clone." 
"I believe I am a lot older than you, therefore you are the clone." Thor corrects Chris, looking rather happy with himself.
"Yeah you look it mate. You've got a lot more wrinkles around your eyes." You focus on the childish behaviour, hoping it would stop the images of the two of them running around your mind, naked. That maybe just maybe it would put you off slightly but who are you kidding? There's two of him, here in front of you and one of them is a literal god. You remember all the fantasies you had while Chris was filming Thor, begging him to bring his costume home so he could fuck you as Thor. Now the actual Thor is here as well as Chris, it couldn't get any better.
"Why don't you just slap your dicks out and measure them while you're at it." You slap your hand over your mouth, surprised that you'd actually spoken out loud. Both of them turning to look at you equally surprised.
"What?" You question innocently. "You can't tell me you're not at least a little bit curious to know if your cocks are the same size? I know I am." 
"I'd be more than happy to show you, my sweet." Thor mutters under his breath folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame. His statement not quite going unnoticed by Chris when he glares at him before shooting daggers back at you.
"Are you enjoying this?" Chris asks, his voice oozing possessiveness.
"Oh, more than you'll ever know." You smile smugly. "You don't know how long I've had this actual fantasy, only it's not quite going how I planned." 
"You've fantasised about fucking other men?" 
"No not over men, just you… Times two." You shrug your shoulders.
"And how exactly does this fantasy play out in your mind?" They both look curious, forgetting about their arguments for a minute, Thor standing straight waiting intently.
"Do you really have to ask?" You say slyly feeling super confident and ready to make your move. I mean it's not everyday your going to be faced with this situation, you need to make the most of it. "Why don't I show you?" 
"I am not opposed to this." Thor perks up eagerly, puffing out his broad chest.
"You don't get a say." That death-glare aimed at Thor again "and I'm not quite sure how I feel about this." 
"Relax baby, it's not like big man over here is here to stay. It's a one time deal. Besides if you fulfil my fantasies I'll be more than happy to fulfil yours." Chris thinks about it for a second while you run your hands over his thick shoulders, loosening him up. You pull his face down to reach yours, open mouthed kisses taking away any thoughts he had.
You open one eye, spying Thor in your peripheral checking out your curves with a sly, lustful look in his eye. You catch his hand in yours pulling him behind you where he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and planting wet kisses down the side of your neck. A tiny moan muttered into Chris' mouth makes his eyes flutter open. Anger flaring in his eyes at the sight of Thor's hands all over you.
"Listen, if we're doing this. I'm in charge. You got it, space punk?" Chris reaches over you to poke his finger in to Thor's chest.
"I think the lady should be in charge, not you nor I and she does not seem to be protesting against this." Thor turns you around to face him, one hand guiding your face to his open, eager lips.
"No, her lips are mine." Chris pulls you back from Thor, your lips still pursed needily.
"For fuck sake Chris, I am not an object. Listen, Chris I love you. Let's just play nice ok?" You grab their hands, pulling them both in front of you. The sight of them together makes you unwillingly gasp, your pussy clenching.
"Exactly." Thor smiles smugly.
"And Thor, stop winding him up. Let me take the lead." You reach up to kiss Chris first, making sure to satiate his jealousy while he wraps his arm around your lower back protectively. "Love you." You remind him before pulling away and moving to Thor.
Standing in front of the God of Thunder you search his face, trying to find any subtle differences. Apart from a couple of scars on Thor's face, they were identical. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he watches you, his hands twitching by his side, desperate to get a hold of you.
You move closer to him. Exploring his face with your hands before taking his bottom lip in your teeth, the seductive smile that appears makes your nervousness ebb away. Lust taking over as you kiss him deeply, finding that difference you were looking for. The kiss, not better and not worse just different. And the taste, he doesn't taste like Chris, he has an otherworldly taste you have never experienced before. It tastes like sin, like you're cheating and your stomach flips at the thought.
"Do you like what you see?" Thor asks after you pull away, not wanting to linger on the kiss for too long with Chris watching.
"Of course, you're beautiful." He smiles back at you, a twinkle in his eyes. There's an immediate connection with the two of you, an enigmatic connection that you're not willing to dive further into right now.
"Hey." Chris pouts, the intimacy between you and Thor making him feel pushed out.
"Babe, you're identical." You roll your eyes. "He's you, you're him." You point between the two of them. The puppy dog look in Chris's eyes completely contradicts the growing erection in his shorts.
"Yeah but…" Chris tries to protest before you cut him off, not giving him chance to ruin this for you.
"Just shush and take off your shorts." That stops him in his tracks, his eyes growing wide, a moment of lust flashing before them.
"What are you laughing at? You too." You say to Thor.
"Wait a minute, why are we stripping and you're still completely dressed?" Thor asks, while hastily unbuttoning his trousers.
"Now that is something we agree on, come here."
Your two favourite men, the best looking men in at least two dimensions, work in tandem to remove your clothes. The touch of Thor's fingertips to the nape of your neck sends shivers down your spine, an electrical current running through your veins. Your heart beating impossibly fast as you finally get your own way.
Chris kneeling on one knee to slowly pull down your shorts and panties. His thumb hooked in either side as he takes his time revealing your pussy, the pussy that is usually all his. Now he's come to terms with your desires and he's ready to take it in turns blowing your mind. On cue, Thor's hands move lower down your back, his fingers trailing a path down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lifting your top over your head, Thor's hands fall back to your breasts. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he takes your nipples between his fingers. Your mouth left agape as you feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, at the same time as Chris's fingers spread on your stomach, clutching as his thumb presses against your clit making you moan deeply.
You almost lose control, your legs going weak as you hear Thor groan at the sound of your pleasure, quiet enough for only the two of you to hear. Your body on fire already with the feel of two pairs of hands tweaking your senses into overload. Your body jerking with every oversensitive touch.
Thor moves your hair to the side, biting gently on your neck as Chris' tongue takes over his thumb. The tip circling slowly over your bundle of nerves making your legs buckle completely, falling back into Thor, his body holding up your weight as he moves backwards towards the bed and sits down on the end of it. Chris moving with you, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. The feel of Thor's huge cock pressing against your bare ass is too much and you need to feel it, you need it inside of you.
No longer bickering they finally fall into a rhythm, content on accomplishing the same goal. Giving you as much pleasure as possible and it's driving you wild.
Thor holds your legs open, giving Chris better access to your dripping folds. Your head resting against Thor's shoulders as Chris' fingers curl up inside of you, when you moan it drives them both frantic with lust. The same desires and turn on's as well as the same looks. An unspoken bond between you all.
Thor's uneven breath on your neck, his beating heart against your shoulder blade and Chris' unrelenting fingers stroking against your spot - push you over the edge. As you cry out, arching against Thor's swollen cock, his thumb reaches down to your bundle of nerves - the pressure unbearable - working as a team to pull another orgasm from you. The sound of them both groaning as their fingers drive you into another realm of pleasure, grinding against Thor as your moans become feral. Your arousal dripping around Chris' fingers, his eyes pooled with need.
Thor stops to pull down his pants, lifting you up and onto his cock. The angle making you groan like a dying animal as he stretches your walls deliciously. Your face screwed into a ugly expression as you watch Chris stand, freeing his cock from his own pants and guiding it to your mouth.
Your mouth eagerly open, waiting for it to be filled with your loves huge, smooth cock, dripping with that sweet precum. Hardly noticing the ache in your thighs as you bounce yourself on Thor's cock while he rests back on to his hands watching your ass jiggle with every movement.
The sight of Chris watching you get fucked pulls you over once more, the look of lust in his eyes as you savagely take his cock in your mouth as Thor ruins your pussy. The fact Thor looks just like him is like watching himself fuck you, like some fucked up porn but he loves it. He loves it way more than he thought he would, grunting with every jerk of your hand and twist of your mouth. Your tongue swirling around his tip as he twitches inside of your mouth.
"Spit on it." Thor says his voice so deep and laced with need as he eases out of you, lifting you effortlessly into the air while he lays back down on the bed.
"What?" 
"Spit on my cock." You do as your told without delay. Drenching him in even more lubrication.
Chris waits anxiously, handling his own dick with gritted teeth as he watches Thor positioning himself at your tight hole. Squeezing himself between your cheeks slowly, waiting patiently for you to become accustomed to the size of his cock. You suck in air between your teeth, your body defying you as it tries to push his cock back out but you want it, you want it so fucking bad.
You take his cock, you take it so well and he gives you more, he gives you it all until he's balls deep in your ass. You spread your legs open wide, an invitation for Chris to join in the fun and he doesn't hesitate. Holding onto your knees while he pushes himself into your pussy. You feel so full, your eyes hooded with arousal, the feel of two cocks inside of you at the same time from the men you desire most. 
Chris unable to hold back any longer, thrusts into you, pushing you back into Thor, his hands holding you by the waist as he begins bucking you up slowly. The pleasure is indescribable, unlike anything you have ever experienced before. You're pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, a whirlwind of pure bliss as your holes are filled so tightly. 
Chris' fingers gripping into your knees as Thor's fingers grasp your waist, they fall into the perfect rythym which isn't suprising. Their cocks entering and retreating all at the same time until the pressure builds immediately, your body jerking with powerful gusto, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You scream and I mean scream as your body comes undone, gripping around their cocks as you cum, a gutteral moan leaving your lips afterwards.
Thor pushes you forward as he chases his own release, the tight grip around his cock making it inevitable. The same time Chris pounds into your pussy, your body leaking juices consistently. Knocking your languid body backwards and forwards which each incredulous thrust from the two sex gods.
Your mind blank, your eyes blurred with the hedonistic pleasure coursing through you. You don't ever want it to end, you want to stay lost in this state of arousal forever but at the same time your body can not take it anymore, the whole thing has been like one neverending orgasm.
You've lost count of the amount of times you've cum, one after the other until your no longer sure of your name or even where you are. Your mind consumed with pure satisfaction. 
They're both grunting in synchronisation as they finally release at the same time, pushing into you with one last powerful thrust making you spiral out of control. The feel of their mighty load shooting inside of your holes makes you scream again, your cum spilling out and dripping down, pooling beneath you.
Your mind is still consumed, no coherent words can be spoken when you fall backwards on to Thor, rolling to the side of him and pulling Chris down with you. You all lay panting on the bed, smiles plastered on all of your faces. Smiles you're pretty sure aren't going to leave you for a very long time. That is until the ring appears back in your bedroom and reality sets in.
You can't stay in the state of satisfaction for any longer and you're likely never to feel this amount of pleasure ever again. Thor has to leave and it makes you emotional, you'd built a connection with him in such a short space of time and you weren't ready to let go yet.
"Don't go, please." You manage to string together the words as you pull on his arm.
"I'm sorry, I have to." Thor says, you can hear the sadness in his voice. Chris doesn't speak, he lets you have your moment. Reaching up to kiss his lips fevently, his hands tangling into your hair as he returns the kiss just as deeply. Dreading having to pull away from him and watch him leave but he does. He pulls away, your fingertips losing grip as he looks back over his shoulder before stepping into the ring. Gone forever.
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"What did you find out?" Strange asks Thor immediately upon his return.
"Oh." 
"What do you mean, oh?" 
"I erm… Didn't get any information." His mind is consumed with you, his mission has failed but he doesn't care.
"You will have to go back." Doctor strange declares, anger and frustration laced in his voice.
"I will go back as many times as you wish." He smiles triumphantly, maybe he will have to keep thinking of reasons to be sent back to you.
"What exactly did you do while you were gone?" Strange asks. Thor doesn't answer, instead his thoughts drift away, the memories replaying in his mind like a movie. 
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marvelswwe · 7 days ago
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I think I'm going to start a series called the comic book spotlight, where I'll highlight MCU characters powers and how their origin looks.🤔
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jacomitabarthalock · 7 days ago
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Heya! Me and @morimymemento have written a FrostIron fic together! I'd be super happy if you would check it out and maybe leave kudos if you liked it :)
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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty One.
So guys, here’s the chapter I know a few of you are excited to read! Enjoy :) 
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Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty
Looking at the screen, there it was, her baby. Hers and Tyler’s baby, likely conceived on the floor of the ghetto in Colombia or in the train carriage that had taken them to Venezuela, if she’d done her working out correctly. “Are you okay?”  
“Yes, I... this is very unexpected!” she replied, the doctor pulling her from her trance like state of shock. “Is it okay? Is it healthy?”  
“The heartbeat is good, nice and strong, and the foetus appears to be of good size. I would have to take some blood tests to know more, though. I would advise we do this today as well as removing your IUD too.”  
The IUD removal she agreed on, but since she had no idea how long she would be staying in Nigeria, politely refused the tests on account of the fact she might not still be around by the time they came back.  
She thanked him and left, reassuring a waiting Orisa that all was fine and she was just suffering some bloat. Of course, there was only one person she needed to reveal her news to, yet she had no idea how on earth to tell her boyfriend of three months that she was carrying his child.
They had fallen head over heels in love with one another, that much was true, but still, it was such a new relationship. Bringing a baby into it would be tough, especially given their current circumstances. Being on the run and pregnant? She couldn’t think of anything worse.  
As soon as they got back, she looked at her phone and saw that the strict laws in Nigeria meant that she couldn’t even get a termination, not unless her own life was in danger. Shaking herself, she then realised that she shouldn’t be looking into anything more until she’d spoken to Tyler. The thought alone made her feel sick.  
“I guess that was why I was so seasick. I was baby sick, too.” She muttered, dragging her feet back to their room, swallowing hard. It was just the worst thing to happen, the worst possible timing, although deep down, something within her sparkled. She had never loved anyone like she had Tyler and no matter how soon it had occurred, carrying his child made her feel the tiniest little bloom of happiness, beneath all the worry.  
So that she wasn’t completely lying, she’d stopped at a market stall with Orisa on the way back, picking up some plain t shirts and a few new pairs of simple, black cotton undies, putting them down in her bag once she’d entered the room, Tyler not there. He must’ve been in the bathroom above, which was no problem. She could do with more time.  
Pacing the room, she cracked her knuckles, taking deep breaths and fanning her face. It was only 9am and already, the heat was ascending to stifling proportions. “How on earth do I do this? How the hell do I tell him?”  
“Tell me what?” At that moment, she nearly threw up. Turning to face him, she continued her knuckle clicking, Tyler approaching her, frowning a little. “Did you find something out about Ayo, while you were out with his wife?”  
“No. I found something out about me. Sit down. Fuck.” Moving to the bed, she sat next to him, covering her face with her hands, emerging to see him looking on at her with concern. “Tyler I... fuck! I can’t even get the fucking words out!”
“Take your time,” he reassured her, resting a hand to her knee, feeling a little panicked inside at what she was about to tell him.
“Five years ago, I started having abdominal pain and swelling, which was diagnosed as ovarian cysts that I had to have surgically removed. The doctor told me they could come back and if they did, he couldn’t rule out malignancy. I’ve noticed over the last few weeks that I’ve started having the same symptoms again, so this morning, I went to see a doctor when Orisa went for her check-up.”  
Taking a deep breath, she continued, revealing the most important part. “He gave me a scan, which luckily revealed my ovaries are fine. However, he did find something else. My IUD failed and because of that, I’m pregnant.”  
He blinked heavily, the shock of her words smacking him square in the chest. Pregnant? He knew he should say something, that he had to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come for that moment. “Yes, your face right now. That is how I felt. Dumbfounded.”
“I know I have to say something, I do, but fuck, I don’t have the words. I don’t, I’m just... fuck.” Turning to her side, she held his arm, kissing his shoulder while her fingers gently squeezed his massive bicep, resting her forehead against his neck.  
“What do we do, Tyler?”  
“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I need a minute.” Pulling away from her, he exited the room, needing the open air, feeling light headed. He leaned forward, resting his hands above his knees, his head spinning, feeling like he was about to throw up. 
She was pregnant.
Straightening up again, he willed himself to go back to their room, but it was as if his feet were cemented to the ground, holding him fast. Right there, he chastised himself to hell for being so reckless as to have sex with her without protection in the first place.  
Of course, back then he was decidedly less caring about his own welfare, unprotected sex with a stranger was perhaps one of the lesser dicey pursuits he’d gotten himself into. Still, it was biting him in the ass, fathering a child he didn’t even know if he wanted or not. He tried to move again, legs feeling like heavy jelly, sighing and rubbing his face with a groan.
“Stop running away from your problems, fucking coward.” He muttered to himself, feeling his heart beating like a jackhammer. Still, he couldn’t move. Leaning back against the wall, he willed himself to get a handle on his reaction, pushing up to standing straight and running upstairs firstly to splash his face with water, heading back down then to Liliya.  
“Sorry, I...”
“Panicked. I expected you to, really. What I told you is pretty panic inducing.” Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair, smiling thinly at him. “I’m sorry.”
“Shut up, it isn’t your fault. You thought you were covered, but apparently your IUD had other ideas. How far along are you?” he asked, reaching for her hand.  
“Fourteen weeks.”
“So, it happened right at the start, then. Fuck. You couldn’t make that up, you really couldn’t. Fucking typical of my life, for something this insane to happen. I get sent to kill someone, end up fucking her, got her pregnant on either the first or second time. Jesus Christ.” He laughed softly through his nose, more of an entertained exhale than anything. He didn’t even know why; it was far from humorous. “Sorry, I need to add fell madly in fucking love with her in there as well.”  
“This part I know already.” Leaning over, she kissed his cheek, stroking his beard with her thumbs. “What do we do?”  
“I don’t know. I really don’t. In theory, having a kid with you is fantastic, but that theory is when we’ve been together a little longer and we’re not on the run, drinking too much – and for me not on Oxy either – you know, everything that we have standing against this being anything resembling a good idea. Except, it’s too late, isn’t it? Fourteen weeks, it’s too late. Or is it?”  
His words gave voice to everything up in her head, all her worries and wonderings, everything that, as he had stated, stood against them.  
“I don’t even think I could, get a termination. It’s not allowed in Nigeria by law unless the pregnancy meant my life was in danger. I can likely wager most surrounding African countries are the same also. Unless we flew somewhere, but then we’d be able to be tracked and we have to stay under the radar.” Resting her head in her hands, she folded, feeling so daunted that much to her own shock, she began to cry. Teary reactions and Liliya did not go hand in hand.  
“Come here, come on.” Lifting her onto his lap, he wrapped her in a hug as she cried against his neck.  
“Stupid fucking hormones!”  
“Well, this explains why you’ve been a little more difficult than usual, starting stupid arguments with me like you were doing when we were crossing over here, and having the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old bloke, too,” he pointed out, laughing a little.
“It’s not funny, do not laugh! Also, I always have the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old boy.”  
“If I don’t, I’ll be fuckin’ crying too, baby. Shit. We’re stuck.” He lay back, taking her with him, both of them having no idea how to move forward. They truly were stuck. Taking out her phone, she did a little research, seeing that fourteen weeks was still within the parameters for abortion, although it would be considered late from her sixteenth week.  
“Our best bet would be to travel to South Africa, since it’s legal there. Few countries here do the procedure legally, I think Mozambique would be our next other nearest. Both are far, though.” Placing her phone down, she curled into him, his hand stroking her lower back soothing when inside, she felt tumultuous.  
“If we weren’t on the run, say by some miracle we were already in London, ozenium delivered to Dr Cazares, Global no longer actively pursuing us, would you feel differently?” It was a very valid question.  
“I think I would. I’d still be daunted by it, purely because we’ve only been together for three months. It’s so soon to bring a child into the picture. I cannot deny, though. Deep down, under everything within me that has been thrown into blind panic at this news, there’s a little part of me that’s so happy.”
“Me, too,” he shared, stroking her hair and kissing her head. “Not that me and fatherhood particularly go hand in hand. I was lousy at it last time round, ultimately.”  
“Everyone deserves a second chance. Am I really mother material? I think I’m the furthest thing from it,” she snorted.  
“We’ve got a lot to think about, don’t we? As for whether you’re mother material, the way you were with Ayo’s kids the first night we arrived shows that you are. You were great with them. Everything else you learn as you go along.”
“How do we still continue to work?”
“Take it in turns. One heads off back to this life, the other stays home with the baby.”
“Where would home be?”
“Pass. That’s a question for later.”
“I need a drink.”
“Me, too.”
“I can’t have one, though. You know, with the issue of what’s causing me to swell.”
“I thought you were just getting a bit chunky, you know. Also, yes you can. One small drink on top of what you put away isn’t really going to matter now, is it? Did the doctor say it was okay, by the way, in regards to that?”
“I didn’t tell him that I’m an alcoholic, but even still, he couldn’t tell much without a blood test. It’s a good size and the heartbeat is strong, apparently. That’s why I can’t have a drink, either. I heard the heartbeat. I can’t do it, no matter that we aren’t decided. It isn’t right. I feel so guilty, making the poor little thing swim in booze soup.”
Reaching under her chin, he lifted her head, kissing the tip of her nose. “You ask whether you’re mother material. The fact you care enough not to drink when we don’t even know what we’re doing yet proves that you are.”
“It’ll be a miracle if it’s totally healthy.” He couldn’t really refute that, although he remained silent. She didn’t need to hear him confirm that she was likely right. They both lay there silently, stroking one another, with separate maelstroms rolling through their minds over the fact that they, two people so broken down by life, had created a brand new one.  
“What do you mean, you thought I was getting chunky?”  
“I might have known I wouldn’t get away with that. You never let anything slide,” he commented, laughing a little. Eventually, she did too, both of them realising they had to, save the situation completely overwhelming you. “I like it anyway, your little belly. There’s a part of me that likes it even more, knowing my baby is in there.”
Reaching between them, he rested a hand to her little swelling, sighing and kissing her forehead. “Are we crazy if we keep it? I mean, I know there’s a certain amount of sanity we both lack as it is, but you know what I mean.”  
“Yes, I do. Also, yes, we would be. The thought of getting rid of it, although it seems the most logical, that seems crazy as well. Fuck, I don’t know what to do.” She succumbed to further tears at that point, Tyler holding her tightly as he soothed her, glad to realise after about twenty minutes, she’d fallen asleep.  
Leaving her to it, he got up and went to walk the perimeter of Ayo’s home, heading near to where the gates were, touring the fence line while looking out over the arid landscape, dust dulling his boots. He paused by a pile of large sandstone blocks from an abandoned building project, sitting down atop them while his eyes narrowed, watching a herd of buffalo run along in the distance.  
He felt envious of them, even though their lives had the ever-present threat of lions looming, it seemed preferable to what he was facing at that moment. Maybe it was their freedom he envied, how they’d instinctively move onto pastures greener when needed, their migrating habits dictating they left behind all which no longer served them.  
He knew it was the flight instinct within him tugging, gnawing away at him to flee, but he was resolute. He’d never abandon someone who needed him again. He would not leave Liliya alone with this weight around her neck. That man had died when she’d made him face up to his past and begin to heal from it.  
If they did decide to go ahead with the pregnancy, he knew that healing had to be kicked into the kind of gear which meant he’d no longer be able to depend on alcohol and Oxycontin in order to function, to subdue his PTSD and sleep at night without being haunted by his dreams. He had no choice; another child meant he had to screw his head on right.  
There’d be no margin for error. He wouldn’t be an addict and a father.  
Would he actually be a father again, though? Was the time right? It would take much more of that very thing, time, for them to reach a decision. Unluckily, it was the one thing they truly didn’t have much of either.  
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6am.
MORE HEMSY SMUT DRABBLES? YES. LET’S DO IT. 
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He’s iron hard within your molten core, piledriving your slick with lethal intent, ferociously aroused. Your skin smacks together, his grunts peppering the air, drowning out the soft little cries you emit in response to this, a full-on attack to your insides.  
He told you this was what he intended, to give you a fucking worthy of rearranging your guts as soon as he awoke, nudging your back with the enormous erection now pleasuring you with rapid strokes.
Pleasure skitters through you, sparkling your veins as he continues to thrust wildly, one hand clutching your waist, the other fisted in your hair, pulling your head back, a clear display of dominance. You’re saturated around him, so wet he can barely keep inside you, your cunt so aqueous, you’ve dripped onto the bed beneath.  
“Oh god, Chris! Fuck, you’re going to go through me!” you cry, your man still moving like a jackhammer within you, his deep, rumbling laugh filling the room.
“Was that a complaint?”
“Of course not!”
He grins, amused as his hand comes down to spank you. “I didn’t think so.”
Each speedily delivered thrust has you sparking, your walls clenching around the thick heat driving into you rapaciously, his cock pumping your release into you strongly, the waves beautiful as you shatter for him, hands gripping the bedclothes beneath. He lets you cool down, slowing within you, enjoying the way your slick muscles feel as they flutter around him.
Once you’ve caught your breath, he’s all barbarous frenzy once again, invading your squelching heat with ruinous intent. Sweat mists your both, gilded by the morning sun filling your bedroom, you getting the most delicious view of that when he withdraws to throw you onto your back, grabbing your legs at the ankles and holding them high and wide before plunging back into your syrupy centre.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He compliments you, leaning down to kiss your plump lips before sitting back on his heels once again, driving himself into you wildly, watching his slick cock enter and retreat from you intently.  
You provide even more of a visual show for him by reaching down to begin rubbing your hardened clit, biting your lower lip and moaning, his hips rutting against you fiercely as he groans so deeply, it sounds like thunder. 
He then slows suddenly, dragging his cock languidly, making you glimmer, leaning down to kiss you once again as he takes the weight onto his elbows, everything slow, deep and hard.  
“You are so damn amazing. How can... ahh! One man be so fucking... oh fuck, right there... be so good at sex?” You stammer, a slight rotation of his hips making his cock hit spots you never knew existed.  
“Lots of practice.” You can certainly bet that’s true, with a man as good looking at him, he’s bound to have a wealth of satisfied woman behind him. You’re the only one he wants now though, his gorgeous little honey who he’s always at his happiest when he’s inside of, hearing your soft moans, the way your petal soft flesh feels against him, the scent of your hair, the taste of your cunt, you drive him utterly wild with desire.  
Wild is how the pace picks back up again, Chris flattening you to the bed and driving into you like a piston, pinning your arms above your head as he fucks your release into you, hot and consuming, the bliss throbbing through your aching loins, spilling himself into you deeply.  
You lie still in the aftermath, his cock twitching within your spasming walls, stroking one another idly as you share soft kisses. If there’s anything waking up at 6am for, it’s most definitely that.  
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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 days ago
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What’s Mine is Mine - A Thor/Reader One Shot Story.
It’s finally here, Dom!Thor! I hope everyone enjoys :) It’s kinda epic in length too, for what was meant to perhaps only be a drabble, hahahaha! You know what happens to you gal here when she gets her narrative flow on!
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You can feel his eyes practically burning a hole in the back of your head from across the store as you talk to the sales rep, the man in front of you only being friendly and engaging in a little harmless flirting.  
Of course, it helps secure the sale and you being you, polite, you indulge him, not rebuffing his little comments or hand gestures, finding excuses to emphasise a point by touching your arm. He might be a good thirty feet from you, but you swear, for a moment, you think you hear Thor positively growl with displeasure. 
“These are all the accessories that it comes with as standard, but if you were to buy this today, I could throw in these different lenses for about a third less than you’d pay for them should you return to the store at a later date.”  
The salesman was efficient in his repertoire, offering more for (allegedly) less in order to garner a tidy little amount of commission, again with the flirty gestures, not realising with every time he touched your arm, he made the huge man at the door bubble further into the realms of rage.  
“Honestly, it’s just the camera I’d like. I have the lenses already,” you say firmly, of course having such a long-standing hobby as photography, you don’t need to re-purchase the entire kit and caboodle just because of a sadly unrepairable accident to one of your current cameras.  
He smiles at your reply, resigned to a lower monetary return, but not perhaps gaining something else from your visit to the store. “So, let me just ring all this up for you, and may I ask, if you’re single, can I get your number?”  
That’s the moment you’re aware of a rapidly moving, large presence, whether he lip read it, strained his ears or picked up on the request by some other means, you don’t know, but it was those words which finally tipped Thor to boil over.  
“The lady isn’t single. Back down, boy.”  
You watch with slight embarrassment as the man behind the counter visibly shrinks in the presence of your towering, glowering lover, Thor taking your hand and escorting you from the store. “Thor, I need to pay for my...” is as far as he lets you get in your protest.
“You need to come with me and be quiet. It would appear I must remind you of a few things, little doe.” He calls you that because of your eyes, big and doe like, shining and innocent, framed with the longest, silkiest lashes he’s ever beheld.  
In this instance, they glint as if your doe is trapped within the beam of his headlights, waiting for the impact, wondering exactly how he will remind you. You might feel nerves at stoking his jealous ire, but deep down, a slither of excitement ripples through you. His reminders are always delivered so deliciously, after all.  
“Thor, can we talk...”
“Not another word. You’ll be silent until you’re spoken to.” The drive home is uncomfortable, to say the least, Thor radiating covetousness for the duration of the journey. Once you arrive, you get out of the car, making your way to the front door when suddenly, you find yourself scooped up and thrown over the broad shoulder of the disgruntled Asgardian, beginning to protest.  
“I told you," he begins, hand spanking your bum firmly. “Not another word until you’re spoken to. You can also have a few more of these, too. Your penance for allowing him to touch you, no matter how briefly, and to flirt with what is mine. You are a bad girl.” Again, his hand meets your rump, a few more spanks administered, your flesh stinging beneath your clothes. What if the neighbours see? How your cheeks flush crimson at the thought of there being witnesses to your spanking. 
You’re carried indoors and straight up the stairs, into the bedroom, Thor placing you down and closing the door, his imposing body corralling you back, until you’re pushed against the hard, cool wood, his size imposing, overbearing...and dangerously erotic.  
You know what’s coming, now. The questions that will demand the correct answers, Thor closing the space between you, blue eyes, darkened inky navy from anger, like a stormy sky he could command and conjure, fixing upon you in a predatory stare.  
Reaching to your face, he lifts your chin, tilting your head back, exposing your throat to him. Leaning close, he inhales your scent, his beard scratching you, his lips teasing the faintest of tickles against your ear, his lips parting to speak.
“Who do you belong to, little doe?”
“You.”
“That’s right. Every last inch of you is mine, for me to enjoy, to shower in pleasure, to claim again and again. Who doesn’t get any of that, and never shall?”
“Anyone else.”
“In particular?”
“The guy in the store.” Just the mention of him causes a thunderous growl to rumble his throat.  
“Good, that’s correct. And now, to claim all that is mine, over and over, until you can still feel me within you even when I have retreated. Are you ready for me, little doe?”
“Yes.”
As soon as the words leaves your lips, his press to yours, a kiss of dominant hunger, claiming you, his hands taking your shirt and ripping it open, the fastening of your bra meeting the same fate as he tears them from your body.  
Pushing a thigh between your legs, his fingers trailing in a titillating patter over your collarbones and down your chest, he imposes himself, rubbing that solid thigh against your sex while using it to lever your legs apart, making you whimper against his mouth. As soon as his explorative fingers reach your nipples, your body jolts, soft pink hardening to his expert touch, Thor lifting you up.  
You wrap your legs around him, his arms securing you at your back, mouth closing over each stiffened pebble, groaning gruffly as he places you down on the bed.  He bears down against you, the heat of his stiffness pressing deliciously against your cunt, grinding himself against you, that solid mass of thick cock teasing you through the thin fabric of your leggings.  
“Do you hunger for it, little doe? Every last inch of my cock spearing into you?”  
You twist beneath him, seeking more purchase when he moves himself away, pulling himself out of his clothes. “Is this what you need?” he whispers, his deep voice sinfully erotic, eyes locked on yours as his hand strokes his thick shaft.  
“Please, Thor. Claim me.” You beg, his hands roughly tugging your leggings, peeling them and your underwear away, rendering you naked against him as his mouth crashes to yours in a heated kiss, panting as your tongues battle.  
“I shall, but will my mouth first.” Excitement flashes through your eyes as you state into his, pupils blown and inky, your hands stroking his beard as you kiss him wantonly again.  
“Remind me, how I’m yours. Eat me alive, ruin me with your tongue,” you demand lightly, knowing such is stoking the fires within him.  
“Don’t I always, my beauty?” Parting your thighs, he pushes you back on the bed, mouth pressing to your sternum, hands delighting your skin as they stroke down your sides, making you feel tiny and helpless beneath him. “All mine. Every last inch. Now, to decide whether to leave you free, or fasten you down while I feast upon you.”  
Something dangerous flashes through his eyes as he considered his options, that rogue desire to have you completely at his mercy, Thor sliding from the bed and reaching beneath, fetching to two coils of soft, black nylon rope beneath. “I think I want you tied. Spread your arms and legs.”
Immediately, you curl your legs beneath you, looking defiant.
“Oh no, now is no time to be a brat. Spread.”
“Make me.” Your words dagger right to his loins, Thor grabbing your ankles and pulling them out from under you, only for you to misbehave once more and resume your position with a smug giggle. His face darkens immediately, hand clutching at your throat.  
“You will do as you’re told, or I shall make you wait to feel this...” He begins, his tongue then swiping up the column of your throat in a slow glide, hand then pressing against your soaking velvet folds... “right here. I will tease you until you’re unhinged. Now, do you want to be a good little doe, or must you be punished?”  
“I think I’ll be good.” Spreading your legs for each loop, he threads them around your ankles, tightening them while giving you a look that is one hundred percent predatory, leaning in close to kiss you, teeth nipping your cupid’s bow.
“A wise decision.” He finally tells you, moving to then tie each end of the long rope in a series of knots, fastening you to the bedposts. “Arms.”  
Immediately you assume, all four of your limbs now spread for him, his big arms flexing, making a sight for your eyes as you watch him bind each arm to the other bedposts, muscles cording, face set in concentration.  
He moves back to you, settling between your legs, blanketing your softness with all that is hard and powerful, ghosting your mouth with the promise of his lips, pulling away to plant hot kisses over your breasts, kisses that descend, his mouth opening, leaving wet smacks over your flesh until he reaches your...
“Oh, oh.” That first caress of his tongue, gliding over your exposed pink, makes you squirm against your bindings, a soft gasp fluttering from your lips. The rope creaks as you grasp and pull, your hands winding around it as the firm drag of his tongue over your heat has you squirming against his mouth.  
Contrary to his usual repertoire, though, he begins to back off a little, using less pressure, his mouth abandoning your folds entirely as he licks a line up your inner thigh, watching you intently as you pout. “This was all about claiming and reminding, but perhaps I was too hasty. Maybe you should be reprimanded. After all, you did nothing to stop that man from amusing himself with you.”  
“I’m already tied though,” you tell him innocently, Thor chuckling deeply.
“Oh, little doe. This innocence is surely feigned, for you know well everything else I can do besides restrain you.” That deep, rumbling voice makes your skin prickle, your nipples hardening in response as you remember exactly what else he’s capable of. “I suppose I still could claim and remind, but also forgo such over certain areas, until you beg me to pay them attention.”  
He spreads kisses down your thigh again, mouth ghosting your sex before those open-mouthed kisses press to your abdomen and up, a hotly planted trail reaching across your chest but leaving your aching nipples, tongue swirling over your skin.  
By tasting you thoroughly, he succeeds in sating himself with each lick, but leaves you hungering for more. His intention, of course. His mouth reaches your arms, kissing, licking, gently nibbling every last part of you from shoulder to wrist, making you thrum strongly. Who’d have thought the inner elbow could turn out to be such an erogenous zone?
You’re practically a puddle before him by the time he finishes turning his attentions to your other arm, mouth settling at your neck, groaning against your ear, a deep, faint gruff that makes your cunt clench with want. Again, his mouth descends your feverish body, fingertips pattering, stroking your parted thighs as he views your dripping sex, glistening for him. The sight makes his cock throb, yet he does nothing more than exhale a hot breath across your aching folds, his mouth then descending your legs in turn.  
“Please, Thor,” you croak, aroused beyond comprehension.
“Does my doe beg?”
“I do! I’m begging you, please touch me,” you pant, your body shuddering with the need for gratification.
“I’ve been touching you plenty, my love.”  
“You know what I mean!” Your wail is desperate and pleading, your giant lover chuckling at your anguish.  
“Where? Where do you want me to touch you? Here?” Twirling your hardened nipples just once in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers, you spasm at the contact, one hand slowly trailing down over your hot skin, his thumb taking a swipe through your folds, barely catching your clit. “Or here, perhaps?”
“There! Please, right there?”
“Here?” Once again, his thumb hovers over your bundle, threatening to stroke, touching faintly.
“Please!” You cry, his mouth spreading a wide grin across his face.  
“Are you sure?” You’re out of your mind at this point, body tensing as you struggle against your bindings, incandescent that he could find such amusement in your sexual anguish. “Would here not be worthy of my touch also?” Pushing his finger inside your molten slick, your clench strongly with a shrill cry, his finger hooking, stroking you firmly, but lamentably only once before he retreats.
“Both!”
“Ahhh, you are greedy this afternoon, little doe.”
“Please, Thor. I’ve begged, I’ve been good. I’m all yours, completely and utterly, all of me is for you and never, ever shall be for anyone else,” you begin, your desperation still amusing to him. “Besides, no one else could ever pleasure me in quite the same way that you do. No one upon this earth possesses such talent.”
It’s the ace up your sleeve you knew would work upon him, appealing to his ego, hearing you flatter his prowess.
“No, you are quite right, they do not. Also, I think I have made you long for me enough. Besides, it isn’t like I haven’t been dying to properly bury my mouth against your womanhood and utterly devour you with my tongue.” Just the promise of it makes you flush, Thor kissing you to complete burning ignition, sliding back down the bed before finally, you feel the heat of his mouth press against your folds.  
Your body practically convulses against your rope restraints, his tongue taking a firm swipe over your clit, the tiny little bud bouncing against it as it begins to harden. “So pretty, spread wide, just for me.” Your eyes roll back as he begins to quicken his licks, bathing your bundle in fast moving heat, his large hands gripping your hips firmly.  
You are devoured entirely by his insatiable mouth, sucked upon with eager aplomb, his beard prickling your dewy folds as he groans, the noise like chains being dragged over rocks, so deep and carnivorous. That groan could see you to cresting alone, you often think.
When his fingers slip within your gushing, glistening heat, you elevate elegantly, your back arching like a bridge. Fierce heat prickles from his inquisitive fingertips, your body pushing against his hand, Thor having to press your body back down to the bed once more and hold you there, fighting against the luminosity of your arousal. With his strength, it isn’t much of a fight. He pins you beneath the press of one hand with ease.
You’re lit up and keening against him, sparks glimmering through you, your fingers curling around the ropes and gripping hard as your twitch and purl against his hungry mouth, your lover eating your cunt with ravenous intent. His fingers drive into the clutch of your heat, your pillowy insides flexing around them as his tongue continues to lash wildly over your bud, invoking your undoing rapidly.  
With a whimper, your sun begins to blaze over his horizon, the warmth making your entire body glow as you shatter against his ministrations, gasping for air, only mildly aware of your bindings being undone, all but one wrist. Lifting your post-orgasmic, trembling body, Thor places you against the last bedpost you’re tied to, moving the rope up as he lifts your arm above your head, binding your other one to it with a series of pretty and intricate knots.  
Bracketing your waist with his hands, he lifts you above his thighs, aligning your dewy centre with the thick, aching head of his cock, lowering you to him, groaning with desire as your aqueous velvet swallows him whole.  
Your slick muscles hug his hefty shaft with greed, Thor transfixed by the sight of you rolling against him languidly, his breath hitching in his throat preceding the most guttural of groans. In making you wait, he denied himself, of course.  
Rocking languidly against one another, your bodies establish a steady rhythm, his lips meeting yours in a kiss borne of urgency. An erotic flush sweeps over you, the intimacy of the moment utterly consuming.  
You’re soft and wet around all that is hard, his cock dragging sparks against your walls as his kisses reach your neck, your head tipping back to reveal your throat to him, all nipping teeth and sumptuously placed swirls of his tongue. It’s slow, gratifying, sumptuous sex, no rush upon the horizon, no hurry, just the languid heat shared between you and your hulking god.  
The way you move upon him has his luminous eyes utterly transfixed, the serpentine dance of your womanly curves a lustrous feast for his senses, dipping his head to kiss your breasts attentively, sucking on your nipples ravenously as you arch against him. “How are you enjoying it, claiming all is yours?” you whisper, your eyes glittering at him.  
“I’m in no rush to cease, let’s put it that way.” You jolt at his teeth clamping onto your nipple, the bud sliding slowly from between them before he bites again, hips beginning to undulate a little quicker beneath you, his cock spearing your plush deeper. Reaching between you, his fingertips locate your clit, stroking a soft, tight circle, feeling it harden against his touch as you whine, Thor evoking nothing short of ecstasy within you.  
“Come on, my love. Come apart for me, get my cock even wetter than it is.” Those words dagger to your insides, his fingers relentless as his thrusts speed up, filling and emptying you with determination, heat prickling your spine before the fire roars through you, your body stiffening as you ascend, tipping into divinity, rendered fluid and soft in the wake of your undoing. “I’m sure you have another for me.”  
You whimper a little at these words, your sensitivity raked against as he plunges his thickness within you once more, lewd noises filling the air, your cunt utterly saturating his shaft as he pounds into you with deviant ferocity. Once more, you begin to ascend, intense pleasure welling before skittering through you, your voice breaking apart as you cum for him again, Thor’s mouth upon yours in the aftermath, kissing the sweet curses from your lips.  
“Do you have more, love?”  
“Why don’t you untie me and find out?”  
Now, there was a proposition if ever he heard one. He unfastens your bindings and lets you push him back, pulling his legs up behind you as you begin to rock against his steely manhood. Little twinges of pain meeting the pleasure, the knife edge you jockey as you ride him utterly scintillating.  
“I think it’s my turn for some reminders now,” you state breathlessly, Thor raising an eyebrow inquiringly.
“Such as?”
“How you are the only man I will ever want, that you are everything and beyond to me, my best friend, the greatest lover I have ever known, my absolute everything.”  
He smiles at your words, pulling you down to his level and kissing you. “Then I feel it is wise for you to remind me for the remainder of the day. In case I forget again.”
After the night you give him, he isn’t likely to forget in a hurry.  
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