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miss-smutty · a day ago
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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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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
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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
“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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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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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty Two.
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Word count - 2,073
Warnings - None
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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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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
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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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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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Word count - 2,530
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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.
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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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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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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 days ago
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Borne of Bullets and Bloodshed - Chapter Twenty.
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Word count - 2,797
Warnings - 18+, smut! 
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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
“How many is that now?”
“Four. You fucking dirty girl.”  
“Yes, I am, big man. But just for you.”
With her feet resting on his shoulders, his tongue gliding over her hardened clit and four fingers working in and out of her ass, Liliya was the very picture of a contented woman. She’d never truly been interested in ass play before meeting Tyler, her one previous boyfriend who had been willing going in there with far too much gusto to begin with and hurting her enough for it not to ever be offered again. This boyfriend, though? He was masterful.  
“You ready for my cock yet?” he asked, Liliya nodding rapidly. Keeping her feet up on his shoulders as he emerged from the summit of her thighs, he pushed into her drenched cunt first, lubricating himself well enough before yanking her up onto his thighs and slowly feeding his cock into her tight passage.  
Goosebumps shot up all over her, her nails clawing the sheet, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth dropped open. “Deeper, please.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!” He continued to glide in slowly, chuckling deeply at her reaction when he was virtually all the way in, grabbing a pillow to cover her face and growl with pleasure. People were passing by the door all the time and while she didn’t really care if they heard the occasional moan, if they’d heard the un-muffled noise she’d just emitted, they’d have likely thought an entirely different scenario was playing out between the four walls.
Little shocks of pleasure fired through her, his thumb rubbing at her clit adding to it, having her so assiduously aroused that after a few pants, through gritted teeth, growling again, she came. “You ruin me!”
“Fuck, that was quick! And yeah, you love it when I do, though.” Leaning forward, he kissed her, whispering words of love, sinking into her a little deeper, Liliya trembling wildly beneath him as he moved steadily, thumb circling at her clit once more.  
His cock continued to drag sparks through her, her sweaty, tattooed flesh still quivering, one hand reaching to pinch her nipples and then clasp her throat, trails of sweat trickling down his chest. He gritted curses, tingling with pleasure as he pushed against the tightest constriction he’d ever felt, turning his head to kiss and lay bites at her ankle.  
It didn’t take much longer for him to burn with ultimate climactic pleasure, coming deep within her, resting for only a few moments, cleaning himself with an alcohol wipe for hygiene purposes, since he intended to continue, wanting to give her pussy some attention. He began that attentiveness with his mouth, pulling her astride his head, relishing in having her sitting on his face.  
“I swear, you are too good. Fuck!” she panted, Tyler sucking on her clit, his hands gripping her backside, one moving at a distance to come back against it in a hard slap, the sound echoing off the walls. Suck, suck, slap, on he repeated this, making her pant hard, one hand pushing against the wall behind the bed for support while the other fisted his hair.  
Pleasure skittered through her as his tongue ran through her folds, dipping her entrance, his breaths blasting heat against her pink, her thighs trembling. Not that she’d really stopped shaking since her last orgasm. Sweat trickled down her spine, tickling, adding to the sensations, her entire body lit up with arousal.  
“As much as I love riding your face, I have something else I need to get on,” she purred, moving down, sinking onto his erection with a gratified mewl.  
“I’ll let you, for now.”
“Oh, just for now?”
“Yeah, until you have to do as you’re told.” She liked the sound of that, but still, couldn’t help herself but compete for further control.  
She bounced on him wildly, slowing, rotating her hips in a figure of eight while leaning forward, running her tongue up his chest and biting his nipples in turn before once again, grinding down on him with vigour.  
“You’re not gonna make me cum, Lil,” he advised, raising an eyebrow at her. “I took three Oxy an hour ago.” That meant his nerve endings would be dulled for at least another hour. Maybe longer.  
“Who says this is my aim?”
“Me. He who knows your fuck game well by now.”  
“Then maybe I’ll just ride you until I cum again.”
“Like you’d do anything but.” She grinned, leaning down and kissing him deeply, his fingers running through her hair, hands gliding down her back, reaching her ass and beginning to spank her again. After nearly four weeks of half dressed, quiet, barely-able-to-move sex on creaky, uncomfortable fold out beds, this was amazing, being able to enjoy each other exactly how they wanted.  
Sitting up beneath her, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, their bodies sliding together in an erotic display, sweat pouring, panting hard as they kissed fervently, absolutely on fire for one another. Such a position offered the perfect stimulation for her clit against his lower abs, Liliya grinding herself on him fervidly, elating waves beginning to pulse softly.  
Each keen undulation had her growing closer and closer to her release, his mouth at her neck, leaving pink teeth marks at the side of her black feather tattoo, hand still spanking her by now very, very red behind, each cheek branded with angry handprints.  
Her cries became more desperate, no longer caring to even attempt keeping quiet, leaning back and grinding her hips into him hard as her undoing began to escalate, building quickly and washing over her entirely. She screamed shrilly when it reached its peak, digging her nails into his back and tearing down.
“Fuck...I... love...you...so...much,” she panted, stroking his beard with her nails and kissing him, fluttering around his cock, still like velvet encased steel inside her. They both began to laugh then when from outside, they heard a cheer and a few whistles, Ayo’s voice shouting that if they broke the bed, they paid for it before continuing to laugh.  
“I think I might have to silence you; you’re being entirely too noisy.” Liliya relished in the prospect, thinking at first, he’d likely fuck her with one of his big hands clasped across her mouth, or his fingers stuffed within it. He had a much more creative idea, though, as it transpired.
Taking her bra, the type without underwire, he rolled it around on itself and reached forward offering it to her mouth. “Open.” She did as she was told, her gag placed in and tied at the back of her head, Tyler next taking her arms and binding them behind her back with her thong. He couldn’t wait until he could tie her properly with rope, his preferred method of restraint. He’d never cuff her, though. For obvious reasons.  
Sinking into her molten wetness from behind, he began slowly, enjoying the feel of hot velvet gripping him, quickening rapidly, pounding into her with the kind of force that had her groaning helplessly as she bit down on her gag. “Quiet.” His simple command was coupled with a yank of her gag, making her nipples harden in an instant.
His voice, that deep, gravelly rasp always arrowed right to her cunt, but when it was deepened even further from raging lust, it made her flood around him, Tyler watching as she creamed his cock, spanking her again while with his other hand, he continued to pull at her gag until she was arched as much as her hand bindings would allow.  
With nothing to support her as he held her up, her abs juddered under the strain, Liliya thinking to herself that it definitely made up for a lack of being able to hit the gym, the pain of her gag rubbing at the corners of her mouth as she bit harder, wiggling back against him as he pounded her with ferocity. “Down.” Another command delivered balefully, his hand pushing her head until she was bent double, using his knee to widen her legs and thus push her lower, sinking down into her.  
Driving his entire weight into her through each rut of his hips had her screaming around her gag. “I said be quiet.” Moving his hand, he clutched at her throat, squeezing expertly, just enough for his fingertips to apply pressure to her larynx and cease the noises, all bar a few muffled squeaks. He spanked her with his free hand, slowing the pace within her only to speed up again, alternating until she began fluttering.  
“Total silence, don’t you dare make even one sound, or I’ll stop.” His thrusts became uncontained as he chased her to her release, Liliya absolutely silent save the hard pants through her nose as she shattered completely, feeling light headed. “Good girl. Now you get rewarded, and believe me, I want to hear you screaming this time.”  
He undid her gag, leaving her wrists bound before flipping her onto her back and burying his mouth between her legs, sucking a further two releases from her before railing her into the bed until his shot through him like lightning surging up his spine.  
Eventually they emerged from their room, showering and changing again before walking around the compound to where they could hear noise, Ayo and his guys cooking a hog and a goat on spits over two pits. Women flittered around, offering smiles, seeming a little nervous of them.  
They had every right to be, really, since their husband’s sole circles consisted of very dangerous people. However, they were put at ease when the two new people smiled and nodded friendlily at them. Even more so when after their children approached, they saw the natural ease they took to them with.  
“Up,” a small girl wearing a gigantic t shirt and sandals that looked a size too big requested of Tyler, who smiled and crouched to lift her into his arms. “My name is Ema. What’s yours?”
“Tyler.”
“And you are?”
“Liliya.”
“I like your drawings. Is this a bird feather? It's pretty.” Her little fingers reached out to touch her tattoo, Liliya confirming it was, before turning back then to Tyler to grab one of the leather strung necklaces he wore. “Where are you from? I like your eyes and your beard. My daddy can’t grow a beard.”  
He was charmed by her sweet curiosity, her wide-eyed innocence. “Thank you, and I’m from Australia.”
“Is that far from here?”
“About fourteen thousand kilometres that way,” he replied, pointing over his shoulder.
“So, you didn’t drive here, then?” Her question had them in fits of laughter, her giggles making them both melt.  
“She’s so bloody cute,” he told Liliya quietly, who agreed, suddenly finding her hand pulled.  
“Hello! Can I come up too?” A little boy, probably only three requested, holding Liliya’s hands and climbing up her legs without even waiting for an answer.  
“Yes, little man. What is your name?”
“Ayo, after my dad.” Pointing over to Ayo, he waved, his father waving back at him. “If they get too much, just shoo them away. They don’t see white people often, they’re all riddled with curiosity.”  
“They’re fine.” Tyler assured him, continuing to be questioned to death by the small child in his arms. It was nice, to meet someone whom he didn’t have to second guess, Ema having absolutely no agenda other than wanting to talk to the two people who were new arrivals at her home and who looked so different to everyone else.  
They both ran off to play eventually, coming back when the food was ready, everyone sitting down at a large table. It was a completely different vibe, with families present, Ayo’s wife and children as well as the families of two of his other men who lived close by.  
While Tyler found himself in conversation with Oba for most of the night, Liliya gravitated towards the women, enjoying their company greatly since she so seldom ever indulged in such. Being what she was, it was predominantly a man’s world, as was the army before that. She missed female contact.  
They all spoke of their lives, Liliya of course not in too much detail, but enough to share in order to feel like she gave something back to the conversation, the women all marvelling at how different her life had been from theirs, culturally speaking.  
Orisa, Ayo’s wife, seemed to lead the questions, staying with Liliya and discussing life long after she’d settled her children to bed and the others had gone home. She’d never met anyone from Russia before, finding her to be a fascinating woman.
“How long do you have left now?” Liliya asked, reaching to place a hand on her swollen stomach.
“Four weeks, and let me tell you, it cannot come quickly enough!” Orisa had reached the stage of feeling much too uncomfortable in her pregnancy, wanting her third child to be in her arms now rather than her womb. “Do you and your husband have any children?”  
“Oh, Tyler is not my husband. Our relationship is very new, so no,” she confirmed, Orisa nodding as she stroked her bump.
“Would you like to one day?” There it was, the question that had seemed all the more pertinent ever since she’d realised that her ovarian cysts becoming an issue might mean she’d struggle to become pregnant.
“If I can. I am not so sure. I have trouble, trouble which I think is flaring up again. He doesn’t know, so please keep this between us as I don’t want him to worry,” she confided, Orisa smiling and reaching for her hand, Liliya going on to share about her concern regarding the possible reappearance of her ovarian cysts.  
“In two days from now, I am going to the local clinic to see my doctor. There is a gynaecologist there. He is first come, first served, so if we leave early enough, you shall get in and out quickly to see him. Tell your man I’m taking you to buy new clothes, if you want it to still be a secret. I shall not say anything contrary to it. It would put your mind at rest, at least.”  
She thanked her, and in two days got up and dressed early, leaving Tyler in bed, not liking lying to him, or that he accepted it entirely.  
“Be careful. I love you.” She returned the sentiment kissing him goodbye before leaving. Since Orisa couldn’t drive, she navigated while Liliya drove the nicer of Ayo’s pickup trucks, the clinic over on the other side of Lagos.  
Throughout the quiet drive, the city still waking up, casting the buildings in a beautiful orange hue, she felt her heart going ten to the dozen with nerves, scared over what the doctor may tell her once she’d arrived. ‘Please, just be a problem with my IUD or something. Not anything serious.’ She thought to herself over and over throughout the drive, Orisa kindly offering words of reassurance.
She checked in under a false name (just in case) and sat down, luckily only the fourth person there to see him, Orisa going for her appointment and then coming back to wait with her.
“Galina Turgenev?” A voice called, signalling her wait over. She’d used her mother’s name, partly because if there was one person she wished for in that moment, it was her. Galina was such a stabilising presence, plus the fact that Liliya missed her terribly.  
Entering the room, she felt nauseous with nerves, sitting down and explaining her worries to the doctor, who listened and asked a few questions in return, also instructing her to get up on the bed so he could examine her abdomen.
“Okay, so you have suffered ovarian cysts before, but otherwise you are in good health?” She confirmed so, lifting her t shirt so he could examine her, gently pressing a hand to her swollen abdomen. “It is only a small swelling, hmmmm. Okay, I will scan you as this will give a better picture, of course.”
Wheeling over the machine while she undid her shorts and tucked in a piece of paper towel he handed her to save her clothes, he took a tube of jelly and applied it to her abdomen, pressing the doppler down and looking at the screen. Liliya waited with her heart in her mouth, ready for the confirmation her cysts had returned.  
“Both ovaries are nice and clear. What we have here is a clear failure of your IUD.” Pointing to the screen, he showed her a small, dark smudge, reaching then to turn another dial, a rapid heartbeat becoming audible through the speaker. “I estimate you are around fourteen weeks pregnant.”  
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darklydeliciousdesires · 10 days ago
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Sweet Finish.
That Hemsy drabble I mentioned? Here, have it early! 
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“No.”
One word, delivered firmly by the object of your desire after he’s followed you along the narrow hallway leading to the bar’s restrooms. One word is all it takes to turn your insides to wildfire.  
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean no, you don’t get to give me the kind of looks you’ve been giving me all evening and then walk away in here without me.”
“Whether I want you or not, it would seem,” you can’t help but tease, watching him as he raises his eyebrows, approaching you slowly, leaning in close to your ear.  
“We both know you want me.”  
The energy between you crackles, the spark ignited as you stare at once another intensely for all of two seconds, your mouths meeting in a hungry clash. It might not be the most ideal of places, Chris taking your hands and breaking your kiss for long enough to drag you backwards, checking the way is clear before pulling you into the restrooms, corralling you into the free stall.  
“I might know you want me, but fuck, baby, you have no idea how much I want you,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours.
“I think I might have some inclining.” He croaks out a husky laugh as your hand presses to his erection. “Is this for me, hmm?”
“Oh yeah. Every last inch.”
Your kisses are consuming, urgent, borne of the fire stirred within as you grapple with his belt, his short beard scratching at your lips, his teeth crushing against your tongue as you free his cock, squeezing it as he lifts you.  
Yanking your undies aside, with a simple drop, he impales you on that hot, thick hardness, filling you deeply, his hands clasping your thighs as he holds you, spread wide, hips driving against you like a piston from the get go.  
He’s uncontained within you, his cock arrowing into you so deeply you can’t help wail, his mouth silencing you with another molten kiss, your breaths ragged as your chests heave in exertion. 
Your hips roll deliciously against each of his upward thrusts, ensnaring his slippery length, reaching up to the stall he fucks you against and clinging onto the partition, your legs tightening around his waist. Oh, what this man ignites within you. Your connection burns brighter than anything you’ve ever known
The pleasure begins to wind tightly in your core, coiling as you clench around him, his cock driving into you harder to overcome that slick grip around his length, mouth at your neck as he pants raggedly, those moans...deep, barbarous, all alpha. Just like him.
It’s uncontained, feral passion, his huge, hard body shunting against yours deliciously, his very size so overpowering, mouth returning to yours in a kiss that is all unbridled want. He feels impossibly heavy within, your dewy little hole stretched to capacity around the furiously delivered intrusion of girthy heat.
The way he looks at you too, while voraciously ploughing into you, you could drown in that look, the intensity unmatched, the way his eyes look inky blue, darkened with all the lust you’ve stirred with him, his heart hammering against your breast as his teeth nip at your jaw, neck, and clavicles, arousal fogging his mind as your body is battered against the partition.  
The frenzy takes over, both of you now uncaring about being heard, groaning loudly as your bodies flush with fever, coiling tighter, glowing brighter, his hips driving against you like a machine as the pleasure snaps and he loses himself to your fluttering warmth, soaking wet sparks dragging from you as he releases his load, gripped by the jaws of nirvana.  
As far as date night’s go, being fucked in the restroom after teasing him with sensual glances for the last two hours, is a pretty good way to round it off.  
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darklydeliciousdesires · 11 days ago
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Us Against the World - Chapter Eighteen.
Well, here are are, people. The end of the story. What was originally only going to be a short series of about eight parts grew a little more than I intended, but I enjoyed writing it and can only hope you all enjoyed reading just as much :) 
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Previous chapters - Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten  Chapter Eleven  Chapter Twelve  Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen  Chapter Fifteen  Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen
Walking around her new studio, the smell of fresh, white paint still lingering slightly, Mia smiled to herself as she oversaw the bringing in of furnishings for the space she’d rented. It was perfect, not far from the beach over in Santa Monica, so a reasonable drive of just under an hour to commute to each day.  
It had taken some serious TLC, hiring a decorator to come in and paint and then a cleaner to help her with the floors, after she’d hired a sander to strip back the floors and then re-sealed them herself with wax and a layer of matte varnish.  
Well, herself wasn’t quite right. A certain large Australian had lent his assistance when home for a few days. The same large Australian who put a cup of takeout coffee in front of her face and kissed her cheek after sneaking up on her.  
“It looks great, babe. I’m so proud of you. I get to actually be here for the grand opening too, instead of off filming. I can’t wait,” he told her, looking around, taking it all in.
“That’s if anyone actually shows up.” She sighed and shook her head, turning to smile, attempting to be positive. It was tough, though. Although she’d finally found the confidence to start up on her own and live her life on her terms away from the adult entertainment industry, she was still the victim of a lot of negativities written about her.  
She’d had hate pages set up about her, the lesser supportive of Chris’s fans running wild with gossip (all of which untrue) about her, their personal life, her motives for being with him, her former career, everything. Her entire life was a carcass primed for picking by the vultures who swirled around her online, it seemed.  
It had gotten so bad that Chris had even stepped in to defend her, posting a video to his Instagram where he’d explained that in the simplest terms, anyone behaving rottenly to the woman he was in love with couldn’t have been much of a true fan of his, asking them to cease their harassment of her when she’d done nothing to deserve it.
He’d also found himself asked more about her in interviews, questions which he happily answered where he usually wouldn’t, wanting to keep his private life as private as he could, all in an effort to boost her, to show people he was utterly crazy about her and no amoiunt of online bile would change that.  
Still, it pissed him off that he still received a slew of negativity regarding his relationship with her, people commenting on pictures of him and her together, reposting them with her cut out entirely from photos and videos, prompting him to once retaliate by posting a video to his stories of him repeatedly kissing her cheek while saying ‘Look! You can’t crop her out!’ over and over as she’d giggled.  
He wouldn’t usually be bothered, but he saw the toll it took on Mia and hated it, how people wished for her to simply not exist in his life, how their green-eyed jealousy dictated they make as many people as possible believe her to be unsuitable for him and a bad person, all because she used to have sex for a living. Fan girls, he realised, could be the utter worst, and the most outspoken.
For the most part, though, both attempted to do the adult thing and ignore it. ‘It’s us against the world, monkey’ Chris used to often remind her, Mia thanking her stars she’d met someone so supportive of her.  
“Erm, what are you doing?” she asked, her overly amorous boyfriend trying to slip his hand into her workout leggings.  
“What do you think?”
“I think you're trying to have your way with me when we’re not exactly in the most private of locations for that to happen!” Attempting to wriggle away, she failed, his hand delving further down. “Chris! There’s people right behind us still bringing stuff in!”
“You have a staff room with a lockable door, though.” True, she did.  
“I can’t just vanish with you; it’ll look too obvious!”
“I’m not planning on being long.” With the knowledge of exactly what he could do to her in ten minutes, Mia suddenly grinned and had a change of heart, whispering to him to follow her into the staff room in five minutes.  
She left him there burning on the promise, heading into the almost empty staff room, seating herself on the solitary table over in the far corner. He didn’t quite leave it five minutes, entering the room and gesturing down to where his cock tented his sweats as he came in, locking the door behind him.
“Yeah, it would have been longer, but you got him all excited.” He told her, advancing on her hungrily, kissing the life out of her as his hands ripped down her top, grasping her amazing boobs as his tongue plunged into her mouth. She was always knocked sideways by the force of his passion for her at times, thrumming with erotic energy as her body woke up to his touch, her nails sliding over his beard and down his neck.
He yanked at her leggings, Mia kicking off her flip flops to assist with their removal before focusing on the hardness pointing right at her through his black sweats. Or at least, she tried to, Chris ducking down and yanking her to the edge of the table, his mouth connecting with her pussy in a strong suck. He groaned around his mouthful of her, her taste as deliciously delectable as ever, her soft, quiet little moans causing his cock to stiffen further.  
They had no time for anything but fast paced pleasure, save the guys bringing in the furniture and equipment waiting around for a signature from either of the two absconded people, Mia clutching his head as he ate her rapaciously, feeling her beginning to dampen his tongue.  
She felt her slick muscles widening in anticipation of receiving his thick hardness, that girthy cock sliding into her after he’d stood and pulled down his sweats, her legs winding around his waist as he gripped her thighs, utterly railing her against the table, both panting through their noses as their mouths locked together in heated, consuming kisses.  
He filled and emptied her at a frenzied pace, mouth moving to her neck, groaning deeply as he covered her flesh in open mouthed kisses. Each hard thrust delivered a burst of ebullient pleasure, her g spot twitching, her nails raking across the back of his neck, Chris picking her up and pressing her against the wall instead when the table began to clatter furiously.  
Every inch of him dragged pleasure against her walls, heat skittering up her spine as she wailed, his mouth covering hers to silence her, his fingernails leaving pink crescents in her ass from the force he gripped her with, driving himself into her ferociously.  
Their bodies moved together in furious culmination, both coming quietly with a series of stifled groans, glistening and panting in the aftermath as they quickly pulled themselves back into their clothes, Chris giving her a few heated kisses before they left the room, arriving back out to two waiting delivery men who, from the looks on their faces, definitely worked out the cause of their absence.  
The next time they were in that space together, it was in the company of all the people who Mia didn’t think would turn up, her grand opening party an absolute success. Chris was glad, as he stood back and watched her mingle, signing people up for classes. 
He was so proud of her, watching her natural gregariousness take over, her nerves dissipating when she saw that yes, people truly did want to know who Mia Smith was, what she was all about. ‘RIP, Mia Massacre’ he thought, just as a hand touched his shoulder.  
“Gwen, hey!” Welcoming his girlfriend’s mother with a hug, he waved to Phil over her shoulder who was in conversation with Amber, the one person from Mia’s past he was glad had turned up to lend her support. She was a true friend to his girl.  
“Hi, handsome. Look at this turnout! I’m so pleased. The day we were both waiting for came a lot sooner than I think either of us anticipated, didn’t it?” she replied, sipping her drink.  
“I know, I’m so stoked for her. All she needed was to have a little bit of faith in herself.” Looking over to where she’d just handed out some goodie bags to people who had signed up for a full membership, he caught her eye, winking with a smile.  
Looking at both her mom and her love smiling so proudly at her, it made Mia feel enormously lit up inside. She felt like she’d arrived. Of course, she’d been proud of her career before, but she knew she had to make the leap, to be happy, to live life on her terms, to know that the people who loved her the most weren’t scared to death for her because she was making all the wrong decisions purely out of fear.  
“Nope, definitely not so scary,” she whispered to herself, taking a cocktail from the tray of one of the wait staff she’d hired to carry around healthy snacks and low-calorie drinks, sipping it as she looked around at all the people there present. All there because of her.  
“You did it, muffin,” Cedric spoke at her shoulder, making her jump. She leaned back into his embrace, turning to kiss his cheek as she wound her arm around his shoulders.  
“I did, didn’t I?”  
“And you have him, too. Absolutely, categorically unfair,” he added with mock drama, nodding in Chris’s direction. “I can’t think of a single person more deserving either. Love you, babe.”  
She gave a small speech in thanks for everyone who had turned up, crediting the group of young girls who were also in attendance whom she’d met down at the beach for giving her the push to do it, the kids having no idea and looking utterly thrilled to be mentioned, even more so when Chris made his way over to give each of them a hug and pose for pictures.  
They were the last two to leave, locking up the studio and heading back home just as the sun was beginning to set. Once home, she changed into her comfortable clothes, a cropped top along with her pyjama bottoms, grabbing a beer from the fridge and going to stand out on the terrace, watching the ocean.  
“Oh god!” she squeaked after jumping in surprise, the presence of a cold beer bottle being held to her back alerting her to Chris’s arrival.
“Nah, just me.” Turning her head, she rolled her eyes, kissing the side of his neck. “How’d you feel, monkey?”
“Accomplished. I just have to hope that all those people who signed up actually stick to it. I have a long road ahead, in making it a successful business, but I’m ready. I made a success of myself in porn, I can do the same in yoga. No bad dragon toys needed either,” She laughed, leaning back in his embrace.
“Maybe don’t get rid of them, though. I can think of a few uses for ‘em,” he commented, sipping his wine nonchalantly, winking when she raised her eyebrows at him.
“Dirty bastard.”
“Hey, you chose me.” She laughed hard at that, kissing his cheek. She certainly did, and she’d choose him all over again if she had to. Through being with Chris, her life looked completely different to how it had just twelve months ago, but she wouldn’t change it for the world. The only thing she did change was her name, to Hemsworth, when they married six months later.
The End.  
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the-iceni-bitch · 11 days ago
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✨You guys!!!!! ✨
It is still so weird to me that so many of you have followed my freaky blog. I cannot believe that 3000 of you are into the nasty shit I churn out!
To celebrate, I’ve decided to do a little drabble request extravaganza.
Here’s some rules for those of you who want to play:
First spin the kink wheel! You can pick up to two kinks per request
Then spin the character wheel! If your kinks lend themselves to more than one character you can obvs pick more than one 😉
Last, the prompt wheel! There’s a butt load so you can pick three dialogue prompts per request!
Once you’ve got your results, send me an ask (anon or not) and I’ll churn out a drabble with them! (Or as close to a drabble as my no chill ass can do) and if you want me to write for one of my established couples just let me know 😉
I’m not gonna give a definitive timetable for how fast I’ll churn these out, but I promise I’ll get to all of them as fast as I can! I will also post when I’m closing the requests.
Love and appreciate all of you babes!!! 💖💖💖
Tagging some lovelies who may be interested:
@starlightcrystalline @stargazingfangirl18 @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @afriendlyblackhottie @gotnofucks @wayward-blonde @cockslut-padalecki @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes @donutloverxo @ghotifishreads @ozarkthedog @labella420 @babyboibucky @babiiface95 @chubbybuckydumpling @slothspaghettiwrites @jack-skellingtons-stuff @anthonyjanthony666 @captain-asguard @angrythingstarlight @navybrat817 @diaryofabeautyfiend @kristopbishta @hevans-angel @bonkywobble @a-little-counter-esperanto @angrybirdcr @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @thedarkplume @saint-bvcky @addikted-2-dopamine @januarystears @foxgloveprincess
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miss-smutty · 11 days ago
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Sooooooo I've spoken to @mostly-marvel-musings about making my own version of the Thor and Chris Man-sandwich. Her fic was soooo good it inspired me and I cannot get the concept out of my head. You can read @mostly-marvel-musings fic here. 😍😍😍
I have a completely different concept in mind with the two gorgeous sex gods!
Who's in?
Tagging my thirsty mutuals
@darklydeliciousdesires @longlostinanotherworld @innerpaperexpertcloud @swaggysposts @skyfullofsong123 @chickensarentcheap
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miss-smutty · 12 days ago
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Workout - Part 2
A/N- Part 2 of @swaggysposts request is here! Finally! 🥵🥵
Summary- You catch the eye of your hunky, personal trainer neighbor but you weren't quite prepared for the kind of workout he was about to give you.
Word count- 1,510
Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you
Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut 👀🥵
18+ only!!
Posted: 9th June 2021
Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld
Tagging you guys too @darklydeliciousdesires @skyfullofsong123
Part 1
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"I told you I'd make you cum in your pants didn't I?" He leans back on his heels looking proud of himself. Admiring his handiwork. Your legs relaxing, leaving you quivering on the mat in front of him.
"You're not finished yet." You say breathlessly after taking a moment to compose yourself. You give your hand to him so he can pull you up, your legs still shaky, pretending not to notice his arms bulging. Can't polish his ego too much can you?
Before you make it to the house he stops you, pulling you back by your hand and into his hard, sticky chest. Looking up at him through your lashes, his huge stature towering over you. Seeing him this close you realise how tall he really is and wide, his shoulders so thick. The muscles so prominent it makes you feel weak.
You suddenly feel shy, like you haven't just been shamelessly flirting and practically fucking right in the middle of your lawn. The manliness that oozing from him makes your shy, girly nature take over. The dominance of his aura completely outweighing yours and you wouldn't have it any other way. You're not going to fight him for it, you are quite happy for him to wear the trousers. Actually no you're not, you'd rather have him completely naked.
Chris picks you up by your ass, squeezing your cheeks playfully and plants you down on the outdoor table on your patio. Tugging at the waistband of your tight yoga pants until you get the hint and lean back on your hands. Watching him pulling down your pants an inch and realising you're wearing nothing underneath. He has to stop a minute to gather his thoughts, biting his fist, his cock twitching.
"Fuck, if I'd have known you weren't wearing underwear we wouldn't have made it this far. I'd have fucked you right there on the grass." He can't resist reaching his hands into the gap above your pants, teasing your slit with his index and middle finger while his thumb rubs expertly at your clit. No fumbling, no searching just straight to your bundle of nerves like some sort of clit master. 
The animalistic nature takes over him and he pulls your pants off in one tug, almost pulling you off of the table. Your adrenaline spiking at the thrill of having those enormous hands gripping at your thighs, pulling them apart. Spreading them wide, wide enough for him to stand in-between. The swell of his cock pressing against your burning heat, soaking his shorts in your juices.
Bruise like Imprints left on your thighs from the tight grip of his restraint, when he lets go and caresses your face gently. The change in pressure making you moan into his mouth as his lips finally find yours. His tongue fighting yours for dominance and winning, letting him take control of your mouth. Letting his tongue massage yours in the most delicious way possible, his teeth hanging on to your bottom lip and pulling gently. A smile appearing on his lips at the way you moan for him.
You whine when he pulls away from you, reaching out for him as he begins to kneel before you. Your hands fall by your sides, gripping the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white as his tongue meets your slick folds. Holding your legs open by the knees as his thick tongue laps at your wetness, his thumb pulling back the hood to expose your clit to the tip of his tongue. Your body convulsing around him as he continues lapping and circling. Screaming with pleasure when his thumb increases the pressure on your swollen clit and your pussy clenches around his thick digits. Curling them upwards to find your spot, stroking it gently with the pads of his fingers until your pussy pulses with release, dripping over his fingers. Smiling hungrily, as he watches you coming undone, his fingers savagely fucking you while you ride out your orgasm. Another one building immediately, writhing with sensitivity as he continues stroking your walls, hitting your spot repeatedly. All the while staring into your eyes with lust, waiting eagerly for you cum for him again. The look in his eyes is too much, a gutteral moan leave your lips as the gripping sensation rises through you, gushing all over him once more.
"Fuck." He groans, his teeth gritted with arousal. His cock straining against the fabric of his shorts as he stands, gripping your ass in the palm of his hands and pulling you into his stomach. Lifting you from the table and back towards the house. You wrap your legs around his back, eyes blown with arousal. Desperate for more, longing to feel his thick cock stretching your walls.
Your back presses against the wall with need, all sense of restraint forgotten as his hands explore your body. One hand gripping your ass as the other tugs at your sports bra, the tight fabric clinging to your skin. He grunts with frustration like a wild animal, biting at your bottom lip. Your mind is swimming with lust, coherence fading fast.
"Take it off." He demands, his forehead resting against yours, panting heavily against each other. Holding your body up while you pull the bra from your head, his eyes alighting when he see your tits bounce free. Bending his neck to take a nipple between his lip and bottom teeth, biting gently until they harden beneath him. Biting and sucking, grasping your breast in his hand, thrusting his hips into your wanting pussy.
You reach down between you, cupping your hands against his bulging cock. "Take it off." You repeat his words to him making him groan, immediately dropping your unstable legs to the floor. Pulling his shorts off with desperate need, your eyes widening when you see the girth of his long, smooth cock.
He wastes no time picking you back up again, straightening your back against the wall while he guides his throbbing cock to your entrance. Gathering your slick on his length making you writhe with need. The tip pressing against your opening, teasing. He gives you an inch, only an inch and watches your face contort as you arch your back away from the wall. Pushing yourself onto his cock, desperate for more, frowning like a brat.
Finally he gives you what you want, easing in his full length until he's balls deep. Moaning loudly at the feel of his girthy cock stretching your walls completely, moulding around his length perfectly. Then he's slamming into you with full force, your head banging against the wall with every thrust. Fingernails digging into your ass cheeks while he grips on to them tightly, holding you up, pulling you back, pushing you forward. You were like his ragdoll, the way he handled you and you were loving every minute of it. You always knew, with those muscles he'd be able to throw you around the bedroom.
You're both panting so heavily, your hands desperately clinging to his shoulders, nails breaking skin. You're almost beyond your limits of arousal, you don't think you've ever felt this amount of pleasure all at the same time. Your pussy pulsing, twitching around his cock. Your third orgasm about to erupt and Chris doesn't even look like he's even nearly ready to cum yet. 
You come apart around his cock, your body languid and spent when he pulls out, admiring your juice plastered on his length before pulling you over to your kitchen table. Pressing you gently down and spreading your legs apart quickly, a look of anguish on his face, the need to cum becoming too much for him. Your body is like liquid, your muscles loose, your mind empty. 
A sharp slap to the ass awakens your senses, a new found need sparking through your veins as your pussy clenches. Your clit swollen and sensitive when he spanks you again and catches it with his fingers. Desire pooling down your legs.
"Touch your toes again baby." Chris leans over and whispers into your ear gruffly. You gather up the last of your strength and follow his command. Folding you in half and lining his cock up again. Both of your bodies covered in sweat, sliding against each other as he thrusts into you vigorously. The tightness almost unbearable, the blood going to your head making the pleasure even more intense. Your ass slapping against his groin making the most delicious sounds. Chris groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he grips on to your hips and finally lets go. Shooting his warm load deep inside of you.
You'rer silent, panting, breathless when he lifts you up and into his arms. A lust filled grin on his face while he holds you against his body, the rhythms of your heart beats in sync. 
"If I knew this was the kind of workout you gave I'd have asked for your help alot sooner." You laugh against him, burying your face into his chest.
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HI, JUST COMING TO FUCK UP EVERYONE’S AFTERNOON/MORNING/EVENING/DELETE WHERE APPLICABLE  WITH THIS. 
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“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 stare 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.”
BYE *Runs away* 
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