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charnelhouse · 3 hours ago
hiiii charnel
so I was watching the perfect getaway this morning and randomly Chris hemsworth popped up as a dangerous hippie and his name was KALE....letting that sink in.
it somehow made me think of you and your thor docs as an AU where he’s a hippie in Hawaii
anyways...have a great Saturday 🍑
Lmaoo the tragedy. Hemmy plays villain so well. He’s fucking hot as sin as Billy Lee aka a cult leader. I wrote this thinking of him once.
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Warnings: Billy Lee x F!reader. Shades of dub con. Rough smut.
It’s how he wants it.
“Get on the ground. Spread your legs,” then lower, slower. “Knees open...show me how much you want me...want this.”
It’s crude - it’s depraved in a way. You’re open for him - embarrassingly wet and raw and Jesus the way he looks at you - at the place between your knees that put you on full display - nothing between them.
No fake names. No sad histories. No stories in the night.
His hands slide up your skin - pet at your cunt - wriggle inside as he inspects you.
“You love it, don’t you?”
“You love what I do to you?”
Yes. Yes. Always.
His other hand finds your throat as he scissors his fingers where you’re screaming for him. It’s a burn - a stretch - a muted kind of hunger that you can barely understand.
“What am I to you?”
A bold question - one that you’re not sure how to answer. “C’mon,” he urges. “Tell me.”
He lowers himself. He sinks your teeth into your belly - into the soft skin of your inner thigh - his marks dark and furious and no doubt ready for a bruise.
“What am I?”
And he adds a finger - he adds a fourth - he spits and it sends a shock through you - he brands you with it - his hand pushing that spit right up inside you. It’s too wet - obscene - but he’s laughing dark and sick and beautiful.
“What am I to you?”
He’s breaking you open on his knuckles - he’s making you cry.
You think of God - you say it out loud - and he smiles.
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miss-smutty · a day ago
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Immortal Masterlist
Summary- Aria had to avoid the God of Thunder at all costs, she couldn't risk his questioning. Questions that even she didn't know the answer to, at least not yet.
Pairing- Thor Odinson x OFC
Warnings- Smut, swearing
18+only!!
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 days ago
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I don't write fanfictions but i like a lot of them without reblogging them. I've decided i wanted this to change, so i'll start reblogging as much as i can but according to you is it better (for a multi chapters fic) to : reblog each chapters of a fic OR reblog the first or the last chapter and advise more people to read it ? Thanks you all for your opinion.
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Mouths, Utterly Incredible.
Thor oral drabble is here! I hope you guys like it, my broken down, over-stressed brain cannot judge whether it is even remotely arousing or not xD 
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Tagging the Real Housewives of Asgard xD 
@longlostinanotherworld 
@mostly-marvel-musings​
@miss-smutty
@swaggysposts
@skyfullofsong123
@innerpaperexpertcloud
@newlibrary
@princessphilly
@brandleb
@winchwm
@ocaptain-mycaptainmorgan​
@a-little-counter-esperanto​
Eating pussy, cunnilingus, going down, tonguing, whatever you want to call it, your boyfriend? He loves it. And yes, Thor is an absolute champion at indulging you with his mouth.  
He literally cannot get enough of you, the feel of your womanhood against his tongue, your scent, your taste, the way he loves to knead your boobs or squeeze your thighs within his big hands while his tongue licks the most divine warmth through you. He craves it all.  
He also loves to surprise you by burying his mouth between your legs whenever he can, too, often without it being a precursor to anything else. He’ll come along, crouch at your feet, remove your undies and feast. Once done, he’ll smile and let you continue with your day. It’s almost as if he doesn’t even do it for you any longer, but for him, how much he loves it. You? You’re his candy, you suppose. Not that you mind one bit.  
A perfect instance of this is when he finds you relaxing on the cushioned comfort of your window seat, curled up reading a book as the sun streams through the window, the scent from the many flowers you planted out in the garden filtering in through the open window, the fragrant blooms adding to the relaxed atmosphere.  
“Can I help you?” Raising an eyebrow at him over the pages of your book, you succeed in making Thor smile as he grabs your sweats, pulling them, your underwear and socks off, kneeling before you, taking in the beauty of your sex.  
“Yes, my love. You can lie back and enjoy yourself.” Of course, you know that this is exactly what will happen, Thor nearing his face to you, kissing your navel, his mouth descending slowly, the heat of his lips pressing lower, and lower, until...
“Ahh!” You gasp, the tip of his tongue teasing your slit, a tentative lick that makes you tingle instantly, his big hands pushing your thighs further apart, opening you up more to his adoring gaze as well as the ministrations of what can always be constituted as an eager tongue. Eagerness is not yet within the realms of his repertoire, though, still gently exploring you with the softest of touches, your slit bathed with warm delicacy.
You shift a little beneath him, vying for more purchase, Thor chuckling. “Patience.” You’re not sure how you’re meant to have any of that at all, knowing how proficient he is with his mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing, escalating you in this way, your soft skin skimmed with fluttery licks until you begin to feel yourself clenching and growing wet with want, your tight little hole becoming dewy.  
“Ahh, there it is.” Flattening his tongue against your opening, he greedily tastes what he’s worked to evoke, like a bear dipping his mouth to a sweet honey pot. He drags it through your folds, tasting you keenly as you buck a little against his mouth, gasping at the sudden contact. That firm lick has you glimmering already, the warm flush of pleasure creeping through you, like vines growing and curling around your insides, flowers starting to bloom.
Your hands fist in his hair as he begins circling your clit, swirling licks making you pant, your tiny bundle swelling, his hot breaths adding to the stimulation as watches you writhe for him, sucking on you, his hands gripping your thighs. He’s more than the god of thunder to you. He’s also the god of ruining you with his mouth. 
He loves watching you lose control because of him, like right now as pleasure glimmers through you, hot circles being administered with relentless gusto, your pussy becoming tight and wet as he drives the need from you strongly.
He works your little bud back and forth with focused, unrelenting licks, his fingers pulling you open like a flower to make it stand out more, circling around and around as your legs quiver so much, it’s as if you have a chill. Whatever ice you feel, though, it’s chased by the pure fire his mouth conjures within.  
His beard adds delicious friction and contrast to the wet heat of his tongue dragging through your slick, sucking, kissing, licking, absolutely devouring your pussy, your hips rising as you undulate against each lick.  
The vacuum of his lips around your clit sends little shocks shooting up your spine as you pant and mewl, his fingertips leaving crescents upon your hips as he holds you steady, groaning gutturally around the mouthful of your cunt he sucks upon with ardent urgency.  
“Oh, Thor!” Your voice breaks as he goes back to flicking licks over your clit, increasing the pressure, panting against your soaking folds as your slick coats his hungry tongue.  
“Come on, my beauty. Cum for me.” Sparks skitter through you as each lick transports you further to your bliss, Thor eating you to your ruin with every ravenous stroke, groaning around you, sucking, flicking, moaning as he feels you further dampen his mouth. “Yes, that’s it. Come on.” He further encourages as you begin to cry out, yanking his hair and writhing, your body a mess as you shake, rushing towards it, almost...
There it is, the release that has you flying through a sky exploding with constellations, somewhere up in the deepest of space just like where your lover came from, your entire body glowing with the thrum of exquisiteness. You’re breathless and light headed, Thor tucking you back into your clothes, grinning and kissing your forehead before leaving you in peace.
“Enjoy your book.”
Enjoy your book? After that, you’re not sure if you even remember how to read!  
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fineanddandy · 5 days ago
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Quiet On Set (Ongoing)
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Working with Taika has never been an issue...not until Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans star in one of his movies and stirs shit up. Watching them both chase after you has Taika quietly stewing...but Evans and Hemsy are determined. So who’s it going to be?
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fineanddandy · 5 days ago
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Quiet On Set (Prologue)
Summary: Working with Taika on his movies has never been an issue before...not until Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth sign on for one of his productions...
Relationship: Taika Waititi x black!reader, Chris Evans x black!reader, Chris Hemsworth x black!reader
Warnings: angst, graphic language, flirty banter, female masturbation, 18+
A/N: y’all ready for some nonsense? Well welcome to this crazy little series lol the idea of these three in a fic has always intrigued me and I’m finally getting around to writing it. I laughed the whole time writing it. This story probably won’t end the way you guys think...and I fuckin LOVE that. Okay. Here we go 🙃
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Slow deep breaths. Get it together. This isn’t your first time on set, his set, but the fact that Hollywood’s two largest leading men are starring in this off the wall production of his makes you feel super on edge. 7 am and a constant hum of exciting chatter buzzes all over set as you sip your caramel latte, ignoring your anxiety, ignoring the thrill in the air. Fuck, it annoyed you that you felt like this since you’re usually not one to fangirl or anything but—those two—yeah you can’t deny the tingle in your legs as you pace to Taika’s trailer. Hoping he will bombard you with a list of shit to do; you really need to occupy your brain with anything else. Before you reach the door, you hear the faint sounds of Queen extending out into the lot. Smirking to yourself, you don’t bother to knock, pulling the handle back and letting yourself into “Don’t Stop Me Now” blaring in the room. Wincing at the sheer volume so damn early, you find Taika sitting at his table laptop open and on.
“GOOD MORNING.” He tries to shout over Freddie’s determined singing and you just shake your head with a laugh, taking a seat across from him staring at his screen. “CHRIS EVANS IS ARRIVING ANY MINUTE NOW.”
You roll your eyes. Is he really expecting you to talk like this? “TAIKA TURN IT DOWN.”
“AND HEMSWORTH’S IN HIS TRAILER.”
Huffing a frustrating sigh, you go to find the source but the moment you stand, the music stops. Looking over your shoulder with an irritated side eye, you meet Taika’s mischievously smiling back with a slow shrug. You plop back down in your seat with a tired chuckle.
“It’s too early for your bullshit.”
“First day and you’re already showing up hungover? So unprofessional.” A knowing grin snakes over his scruffy freckled cheeks. Slipping your sunglasses up onto your hair you laugh and reach for your coffee.
“If some goof dweeb who’s supposed to be my boss hadn’t fed me tequila shots all night, I’d be at a 100% and not 75%.” You quip, your smirking lips resting against the lid. You really need to stop going out with him on work nights because he always goes too hard. And you gotta go hard with him. It’s in his stupid charm. Finally breaking his stare from the screen, his soft round eyes dazzle and wrinkle over at you.
“75? That’s way too high...I’ll have to do more damage next time.”
Ignoring the flip in your stomach, you roll your eyes and take another drink of your latte. His flirty banter is all too natural and best to ignore. You’ve witnessed so much you almost have to brush his shit to the side. Don’t be a sucker. Glancing back at him you notice his eyes still lingering down your neck, down to your fingers holding on to your cup. Before you can even get on him about his gaze, a PA bursts through the door, announcing,
“Chris Evans is arriving.”
Which means it times for you to get to work. PA exits as you stand from your seat, ready for your orders. Taika slightly pouts as he lists what he needs from you for a few hours and the first few items on the list: deal with the Chris’s. Fuck. This is the moment you care about how you look today. Since you had such a good time last night, you rolled out of bed and pulled on a baggy hoodie, threw your hair up in a bun and touched up your eyeliner to get to work on time. Yeah sure, Taika was the one that got you fucked but he didn’t tolerate tardiness so you tossed yourself together the best you could.
“Just give them a run down of the schedule for the day, y’know, make sure they’re comfortable and need anything.”
Tapping your notes into your iPhone, you nod and mouth your instructions back to yourself, turning professional mode on before your anxiety takes over again. No more time for that. It’s time to get to work.
“Yes sir...” you type up one more note before locking your phone and slipping it in your back pocket, ready to face the two most gorgeous white men on the planet. Since Chris Evans just arrived on the scene, he’ll be first on your list. It’s fine, it’ll be fine. It’s fine. Taika’s frowning but partially smirking at the range of emotions turning over your expressive mug. Are you actually nervous? He’s never seen you nervous before. It’s kind of cute. Before you head out, you knock your sunglasses back down on your nose, inhale a deep breath and heave a soul cleansing sigh.
“Alright...check back in with you in a bit boss.” You shoot him awkward finger guns with an uneasy smirk then turn on your heel to hit the door. He could almost laugh at you acting all weird about dealing with the Chris’s but instead of teasing you, he should be a good boss and encourage you.
“Hey,” Taika calls you back pushing the door open, “you got this.”
You flicker a frown with crooked smirk. Uplifting words? From this guy? And not relentless teasing? That’s fuckin unusual. Instead of justifying...whatever that was...with an answer, you just walk out and focus on the task at hand: Chris Evans. Walking to his trailer, you listen to all the women on set fawn and giggle about Evans strutting his sweet ass onto the lot already waving and speaking to everyone. You’d heard that he was such a delight to work with, which is cool and all, but that plus he’s fine as fuck...danger. Keep it professional. Thank God no one is buzzing around outside waiting for him to come out. Knocking twice, you wait a minute for him to answer but when you aren’t too sure if you heard him or not, you walk on in pushing your sunnies up on your crown.
“Uh...good morning Mr. Evans I’m YN, Taika’s right hand and—OH FUCK!”
Laughing out of pure embarrassment, you blind your peripheral with a flat hand. The image of his pale muscular back imprinted into your mind’s eye forever now. Shit, it’s just as toned in real life as it is in the movies what the fuck. You definitely should have knocked again. Totally didn’t mean to walk in on him changing his shirt. But Chris is hardly bothered, turning to face you, still shirtless, with a smile and the shirt he’s changing into still fixed between his fingers. Now would be a good time to start apologizing profusely...
“Oh my god I am so sorry Mr. Evans—,”
“Chris, please.” He interrupts, totally checking you out unsure of what to do with yourself. Messy bun and shades apparently does something to the man. And your cute ass awkward giggling, still hiding behind your hand...you’re really Taika’s assistant?
“Uh—Chris—um...I am so so sorry for barging in like this it’s just I thought I heard you say something but then again probably not I don’t know I’m like still half asleep or whatever and honestly a little hungover but I will NEVER ever just intrude like this I am SO SO SORRY Mr. Evans I MEAN Chris.”
Chris can’t get enough of how twitchy you are, rambling and apologizing like this. While you prattle on, Evans pulls on his shirt, then leans back on his table folding his arms, admiring your nervous but oh so pretty smile once your defenses are down a bit. So damn cute he can’t help but wonder if Taika’s ever made a move. Chris chuckles at you shoving your hands in your hoodie pocket just to tame your awkward movements.
“Hey, hey, relax. It’s all good. I just got off a plane, needed to change. No big deal.” He says to soothe you, nibbling on his bottom lip as he sweeps his heated gaze over your frame. He wants you to notice him noticing you. If anything, it only makes you even more fidgety. “Let’s forget about it.” Even though you both know that’s not going to happen.
“Uh...sure. Okay. Um...so yeah there’s like a breakfast catered if you’re hungry and sometime after that Taika will do some big welcome speech thing he likes to do but uuuh...I just wanted to check in and introduce myself. If you need anything, please let me know.”
God you’ve got to get out of here. Practically sweating under his smoldering stare you hardly remember half the shit that’s on the schedule for the day. Barely mumble through all that. You’ve got to get out of this hoodie or you’re going to pass out.
“Noted sweetheart.” Holy shit he says that in real life? You could roll your eyes. “It was really nice to meet you...”
“YN.”
“Right,” his smile snakes up his flawless cheeks, “YN.” He draws it out all nice and slow like it’s chocolate melting on his tongue. You could be the chocolate. You need to go.
“...oookay then Chris.”
You damn near kick the door open, excited to feel the cool morning hair hit your flushed face. Shoving your sunglasses back on, you fan yourself, damn near running away from Evans’ trailer but then immediately slowing down when you realize your next destination. Chris Hemsworth. Shit.
Pulling your hoodie off, you blow a big huff of breath from your mouth, grateful for some relief. Even if it’s just for a moment since his trailer isn’t too far from the other Chris. Tying your hoodie around your waist you silently hope and pray that Hemsworth isn’t on the same bullshit as his co-star. You can’t take another pair of pretty blue eyes beating you down with desire or whatever the fuck. Men in Hollywood are flirts, everyone knows that, but no one’s ever blatantly eye fucked you before. If that’s what Chris Evans was even doing. That’s what it felt like he was doing. Between Taika and Evans, this day can’t get any weirder.
Knowing that Taika and Hemsworth are best friends actually takes some of the pressure off. Even though you’ve never had the pleasure of really meeting him, there’s still some sort of adjacent comfort with him. You’d heard so many outrageous about him from Taika it’s like you almost knew him but this will be your first time properly meeting Chris, especially professionally as his buddy’s assistant. Gratefully he’s already coming out of his trailer as you’re walking up. Both wearing white muscle shirts, Hemsworth points at you with his sunny smile.
“Heeey! Twins.” What a fuckin goof. You can’t help but snicker. “You’re YN, correct?” He asks sitting on the steps at his door. Nodding, you both reach out your hands to exchange a firm shake. His warm hand overcomes yours, both smiling and shaking maybe a little too long. Well it’s nearing to that point so you snatch your hand from his stern grip.
“How are you this morning Chris?” Averting your gaze to the concrete, you anxiously rub your sweaty palm on against the thigh of your jeans. That could mean nothing. Please mean nothing.
So this is who Taika’s always mentioning, Hemsworth thinks to himself, scoping how curvy your hips and waist are since they’re in his eyeline. Exposing a little midriff with your cut off tank. You are quite the pretty girl and without even trying. Taika had already warned him via text that you were feeling the aftermath of too many tequila shots with him last night. That he should take it easy on you but that’s all out the window now that he’s looking at you. Oh, he gets it alright. Why Taika can’t help but swoon over you, even if he doesn’t even notice that he is. Perpetrating that “you guys are just mates.” Hemsworth leans back on his elbow with his classic crooked grin. Here we go, another pair of sparkling blue eyes barreling into your skull. You’re too hungover for this.
“I’m doing much better now. Are you my escort?”
Instead of rolling your eyes, you just shoot Chris a modest grin, shaking your head.
“No, actually Mr. Hemsworth I’m just here to properly introduce myself and check in, you know, make sure everything is in order...”
But you’re too distracted by his silence, his steady gaze, that you just drift off, wondering why he’s staring at you like that. He wouldn’t dare cross that line with Taika would he? His warm eyes say yes. What’s up with this day?!
“An escort to craft would be in order...and you are here to please me...” he gradually stands off the steps, looming his gigantic body over you, “...right?”
Jesus Christ. No man should have this much...mass. His blonde hair spiky and his rugged five o’clock shadow, so fuckin hot. No one should be this devastatingly sexy and in your face like this. It’s rude as hell. Hemsworth seems like the type that never stops until he gets what he wants so might as well comply. You don’t say a word, just turn and lead the way. Chris following close behind, eyes on the way your hoodie sways back and forth with the switch of your hips. You know he’s watching you, you can feel his gaze burning at your waist, your frayed hem riding up each time you take a step. You can’t think of anything to converse about he’s so distracting. Hemsworth can feel his effect on you and it’s so arousing.
“How‘s your hangover?” Chris asks, widening his steps to walk beside you.
You hum a chuckle. “Talked to your buddy I see. It’s tolerable.” It’d be gone if these two weren’t such a mindfuck.
“Can’t let Taika bully you into overindulging.” He nudges your arm with a friendly grin.
“I don’t know how he does it either.” You snicker because it’s true, he has a natural way of getting you wasted. No matter how determined you are not to get that far. Chris laughs along with you, loving the sound of your laugh in his ears.
“Well you don’t know a good time until you’ve had a few drinks with me love,” the pet name has got you peering up at him, “I can take care of you. Better than Taika.”
A blind man can read between the lines on that. There’s no way you’d set yourself up like that, especially not with Taika as your boss. But Hemsworth really wants to get you alone, get that supple body up against his while you get all shy and giggle. If Taika wasn’t going to make a move, then maybe Chris should take a chance. No way in hell Evans is going to try anything; he loves to keep it quiet and professional while shooting. So he’s got a clear shot. All you can do is laugh at his proposal.
“I’m sure you would Chris but...don’t think that’s a good idea...”
Approaching everyone who’s enjoying the meal catered by one of Taika’s favorite chef’s, you notice him standing talking with some of the crew about the scenes for the day. Quietly, you hope he notices you so he can take you away with some menial task.
“Taika won’t mind,” Chris pushes, “He can join us if that’d make you more comfortable.”
Persistence on a man can be irritating, no matter how attractive they are. He knows why you’re saying no, hence why he’s offering up his best friend to sway you but nah. As Taika talks, he keeps a watchful eye on you and Chris who can’t stop smiling down on you clearly irritated. He knew he was going to say or do something inappropriate to piss you off. Chris can’t help his flirty ways if he tried. Taika rolls his eyes.
“Look,” you go to place a gentle hand on his bulging bicep but rescind the gesture, “that’s sweet and all but let’s respect the dynamics here, Mr. Hemsworth.”
You hope that makes yourself loud and clear with his advances but Hemsworth barely listened, too mesmerized by the warm golden tones under your soft skin. Seems like you need to get away from him as well. And right on time, Taika calls you over hopefully with more work to do and away from them. Waving a weird goodbye to Chris you scurry away to your “savior” who hopefully knew you needed a rescue. You almost thanked him as you approach. Taika wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders, asking,
“Are you hungry? You should eat something.”
Hemsworth watches the two of you go, observes how close Taika holds you to him. So protective. His thin lips near your ear as he speaks to you. Chris laughs to himself. That’s fine. You can go but Hemsworth isn’t done with you yet.
“What’s up Hemsworth.”
Glancing to his left, he sees Evans coming over to with his wide smile, arms wide open. Hemsworth breaks his attention off you and Taika standing off from everyone, conversing intimately to give this big lovable goof a big hug.
“Been too long brotha.” Hemsworth grins wrapping his arms around Evans’ shoulders. “You look good mate. New trainer?” He holds him by the shoulders, looking him over.
Evans just laughs. “Nah man. Same guy just more weights, stricter diet all that bullshit. You know how it goes.”
“Oh yeah...” but Hemsworth’s attention goes right back to you and Taika laughing and acting stupid. Evans follows his gaze then moans softly to himself.
“Fuck there she goes. Taika’s girl is cute.”
Hemsworth glances at Evans with an annoyed smirk. “Please don’t call her that.” Taika’s girl? Never. Not while he’s around. Evans side eyes Hemsworth, slipping his hands in his front pockets then looks back to Taika distracted by some crew and you lingering behind him on your phone.
“What, they look mighty chummy.” Evans commentates. “Am I missing something?”
Hemsworth just smiles, lifting his chin and says, “Taika’s oblivious, claims they’re just friends but I can tell...he’s into her...”
Chuckling, Evans rocks back and forth on his feet with a silent oh then smiles, taking in what Hemsworth is saying. “And you?”
But he just shrugs in response, and Evans just huffs a laugh and nods. Oh this could get interesting.
“Noted.” Evans smirks, keeping his eyes glued on you smiling at whatever’s on your screen.
You’re giggling at a stupid meme Taika sent you last night while you guys drank the night away, discussing the movie and other random shit in his fancy condo he’s renting. But suddenly, you feel the hairs standing on the back of your neck. An uncomfortable tension buzzing in your shoulders. Stretching your neck with a grimace you look over to your left to find the Chris’ staring at you with devilish smiles and hungry eyes. Even from feet away, the intensity of their coquettish focuses stirs you up, fuckin rattles your nerves. Between the two of these physically exquisite men, you’re in for a world of trouble. Your chest heaves harder the longer you hold their heated stare, growing considerably wet. And as if they could tell, their smiles lengthen and you panic.
“Gotta go!” You shout, retreating, scaring Taika and some of the crew he’s speaking to. What the hell? Taika searches for the cause of your outburst and spots those two laughing, following you run off towards his trailer. Oh this is going to be a problem.
You slam the door shut to Taika’s bathroom all flustered and mixed up. The tingling that once only existed in your legs has now spread all over. Shaking your hands and hyperventilating, you pace the small floor, cursing to yourself and shaking your head.
“Shit. Shit,shit, shit...” you whisper to yourself, fighting with the small voice in your head coaxing you to give yourself some relief. You shouldn’t but your pussy is on fuckin fire. You shouldn’t...not in Taika’s bathroom at least. Buuuut, fuck it, you rip your jeans open and shove a desperate hand into the damp crotch of your panties. Biting back a needy whimper, you rest your forearm on the back of the door and get to work on your clit. You’ll just make it quick. Knees buckling, fighting back rambunctious moans, you picture Evans and Hemsworth and gush all over your hand. Images flickering across the back of your eyes motivating your climax. Evans’ back. Hemsworth’s arms. Evans’ pink bottom lip. Hemsworth’s scruffy chiseled chin. Evans’ smile. Hemsworth’s accent.
“Shit! Fuck!” You softly sob against the door, so close to dissolving. Replaying the series of images over and over until you cum all over your fingers with a long almost too loud moan. Gasping for air. Almost ashamed for how hard you came but damn, you feel better. Back in control. Your phone vibrating over by the sink alerts you that you’re still at work. Quickly you put yourself back together, wash your hands and grab your phone, and swing the door open. Just to find Taika standing there, knuckles up prepared to knock. The two of you startled.
“Are you okay? What the hell happened back there?”
“Nothing!” You chime with large frightened eyes. Fuck you almost got busted getting off in your boss’s bathroom. A new low? “Had to pee, that’s all.” You nearly clip him as you shove your way pass him, still completely bewildered, and fly out the door. You need somewhere, ANYWHERE, to be.
Oh this is going to be a problem indeed.
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dramaqueeenamby · 5 days ago
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Waves: Quarantine
A/N: It's been way too long since I've done something for the Wavesverse, and I apologize deeply. I have a few requests related to this series to complete, but I couldn't knock this idea.
Words: 4K
Warnings: None
Tags: @babe-im-bi @notacamelthatsmywife @missyperle @queenoftheworldisdead @tashawar @valkryienymph @letsshamelessqueen-m @hello-therree @mani-lifes @liquorlaughslove @toni9 @koko-michelle @theequeenofcurses @taylortheeshowpony
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Waves
Summer placed her phone inside of the mount and made sure that it was secured before she sat back in her bed, getting comfortable with the mass of pillows supporting her back, and smiling tentatively. “Hi, guys.”
Summer!
Someone tell me this isn’t a joke???? Please???
She lives!
Sis, blink twice if you need help.
Summer rolled her eyes. “Ya’ll better stop. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve hopped on live, but it hasn’t been that damn long.”
Summer continued to read the comments where more than a few people pointed out she hadn’t gone live on Instagram in over three months. Her mouth dropped. “Ya’ll lying. It has not been almost six months, has it?” She placed her hand over her mouth when people started dropping dates in the comments. “Okay, I stand corrected. Damn, I’m sorry, guys.”
Don’t be sorry, bestie. Do better!
Damn, ya’ll are so entitled. Celebrities have lives too.
What life? We all been in quarantine.
Rich people quarantine be different from us poor folks, I guess.
“So that’s actually one of the things I wanted to talk about.” Summer cleared her throat. “And I’m going to try really hard to make sure I word what I want to say as clear and as effective as I can, but I know this is still going to end up as a salacious headline. So, it is what it is.”
Oooh, Summer about to drop some tea.
I don’t see her wedding ring, ya’ll…..
I’m scared omg.
Watch this be nothing but a role announcement.
She shrugged and took a deep breath. “Okay, so a few days ago, I did the Buss It challenge, after being harassed by Sanda. And can I just say that filming was a challenge in and of itself? Not necessarily the movements but preparing? I’ve got two kids, twins, who are like the Tasmanian devil. I was literally up at 3 something in the morning trying to record it because my wild children won’t let me be great.” She chuckled. “Kids are something else.”
Summer truly jumped through hoops and was a damn near acrobat trying to figure out when she could not only get herself done up but actually record the challenge. Being the perfectionist that she was didn’t help, but the fact that she couldn’t recall the last time she’d put on makeup and dressed up was a whole other fiasco.
Quarantine definitely brought out her bum side.
“All of that aside, I truly was satisfied and happy with the final product when I posted it. In hindsight, I should have just left it that, but I wake up every day and choose chaos, so I decided to read the comments.” She blew out a breath. “One of the most frequent comments and really, insults, I’ve received my whole career. Primarily, since I was cast as Storm, revolves around how I look. I.e., my weight. I’ve been called fat, obese, out of shape, and so many other things.”
It was 100% true. The minute Marvel announced that she’d been chosen to play Storm, the racists came all out of the woodworks. She was too short, too chubby, too dark, too black. And Summer didn’t care, not a bit.
“Even,—and I’ll tell you guys this, when I first started my SS training, that’s what I call it, SS for Storm Shape, there was a—person who worked for Marvel at the time who came to visit me while I was training.” She smiled thinking back on that day. She could still recall it so clearly. “He basically was pissed because to him, I still looked the same, fat and out of shape.” She adjusted her top and shifted in her bed. “That same day, I deadlifted and bench-pressed over 200lbs” She paused for effect. “What I need for people to stop doing is stop fucking projecting—and I’m going to cuss in this, so if you don’t like it, oh well. I work for Disney, but I’m a grown ass woman, and I’m going to say what I want.”
I am screaming. Summer said we getting alll the tea today!
So, it’s wrong to point out that someone is physically unhealthy now, cool?
The problem is that no one wants to see a fat superhero. It’s not realistic.
^^^^ Tell me you have a small dick without actually telling me you have a small dick.
“I saw Lizzo, whom I adore, post a Tik Tok where she basically said that she workouts to have the body she wants not what ya’ll want, and honestly? Same. She said that her body type is no one’s fucking business, and that’s so true. Ya’ll love to hop on this internet and pick apart people you don’t even know and criticize bodies you don’t even have to live in and move around with. And for what?” She shook her head, slamming her fist into her open palm as she spoke. She was fully invested now. “I know we in quarantine, but damn, pick another hobby cause being a bully is not it, sweetie.”
I really needed to hear this today.
Using Lizzo as a point of reference makes everything you’re saying null and void. Lizzo is clearly overweight and at risk for diabetes, heart disease, just to name a few…..
I been saying this! You can’t look at a person and say they’re unhealthy.
Bodies come in so many forms, and all are beautiful.
“Now, I bring all this up because a lot of people were commenting on my Buss It challenge and pointing out the fact that I’ve gained weight, and guess fucking what? I have, and you know what else?” She leaned over to whisper while covering her mouth with her hands for focused effect. “I don’t care.”
Summer laughed and shook her head. “As others have pointed out as well, yes, we have a gym in our house. I 1000% acknowledge the fact that having the resources that I do as a celebrity and someone who has money puts me in a different category. Hell, my husband has a whole fitness app. I recognize that. If I wanted to keep up with my workouts, emphasis on wanted, I could have. I own up to that, but I just didn’t feel like it, and that’s okay. What’s not okay is to send and leave mean messages calling me all kinds of names.”
Summer had thick skin. She always had. Growing up with her family, who always ensured to feed her self esteem and make sure she knew that she was beautiful, definitely paid off. It was just a combination of quarantine and not having a lot of opportunities to keep herself busy with work that had her feeling some type of way.
“And that’s something else I wanted to bring up.” She blew out another breath and tried to gather her emotions. This was the subject she was almost certain she’d grow teary eyed discussing. “I love my husband to death. My children are everything. Christopher’s family is like my own, but— I haven’t seen my family, like my mom, grandma, brothers, etc in almost a year.” She paused, dwelling on that. Almost an entire year since she’d been able to physically hug and interact with the people who made her who she was. “And I’ve always made it clear how much I fucking love my family. I live in Australia. I can’t do a drive by with grandma so I and my kids can at least see her on the doorstep.” She quieted again, eyes darting off as she quietly cursed. “I’m trying really hard not to cry right now.”
Please don’t cry, bestie.
This is the side of quarantine that people don’t talk about enough.
Has this woman never heard of FaceTime????
I feel her pain. I live in Europe, and my family is in the states. This quarantine has been brutal.
My grandma died from COVID, and I couldn’t even go to the funeral. Summer is bringing up a good point.
“Damn,” Summer chuckled bitterly and wiped at the tears that fell. “I’m okay, I promise. I just bring this up because quarantine has also been very hard for me in that aspect. At certain points, I’ve been down, I’ve been in my head a lot, and I just was not, for the most part, in a space where I felt like I had to keep up my fitness regimen. And that’s okay. I put my mental wellbeing ahead of making sure my body is socially acceptable. Sue me.”
I really appreciate her honesty.
Summer never goes beyond surface level in interviews, so seeing her this vulnerable is really surprising.
Are we supposed to feel bad for her? She’s rich. She can afford whatever help she needed.
These comments are not passing the vibe check.
Ya’ll are all mental health advocates, but when a black woman is opening up about her struggle, it’s discarded?
“And let me make this clear too, I have an amazing husband who is so patient and so kind. He’s one of the best people I can go to when my anxiety hits, so I don’t want this to come across as me complaining that I’ve been alone. I have him and our children. I just miss the rest of my family. That’s all.” She dried her eyes and started to read the comments, unsurprised by the mixed reaction. She expected as such and was unaffected. At least until she saw one comment.
@ChrisEvans: ❤️❤️❤️
“Evans!” Summer wasn’t expecting to see his name pop up. It’d been such a task convincing him to join IG, let alone teaching him how to operate it. “Let’s go live.”
Not my husband and wife in my head about to go live!!!!
Imagine being able to call Chris Evans your best friend
I still say they smashed idc
It’s Christopher Jamal Evans hopping on this live for me.
^^^ I’m so sick of y’all with that shit.
“Let me try to add him,” Summer spoke to herself, scrolling through the comments to find his so she could request him. “Alright, I requested him. Let’s see if he answers.”
She wondered if she should have sent him a text asking if he was available when he appeared on her screen, effectively splitting it with her on the top and him on the bottom.
“Punk.”
“Kid.”
Summer smiled and greeted, “Hi, best friend.”
He chuckled. “How you doing, Summer?”
“Clearly not as good as the people watching,” she chimed. Summer saw nothing but heart eyes and hearts in the comments. “These people really love you. You truly are a manipulative bastard. He’s an asshole, guys.”
“Don’t be jealous, Summer. It’s so unbecoming of you.”
“You can go to hell.”
“Language,” he playfully reprimanded. “Where are the kids?”
“At preschool. Things are finally starting to open back up over here. Thank God.” She clasped her hands together. “Y’all, please wear masks. Don’t be Karen’s.”
Chris laughed, grabbing his chest. “We’re getting there, Summer.”
“The lies you tell,” she countered. “Don’t A Starting Point, me. Ya’ll are far from getting there, and I’m tired of it. I wanna see my family.”
He sighed. “I know, but how are you feeling today?”
“I got rid of the kids, so that’s definitely a weight lifted,” she answered honestly, laughing when she saw judgmental comments in the chat. “Listen, if you’re a parent, you know where I’m coming from. You love your kids, but my god, sometimes you just need some space.”
“As soon as this all blows over, I told you to send em’ by me for a couple of weeks.”
“Best friend, I already purchased their tickets.” He laughed. “As soon as I get the green light, they are all yours. Feel free to keep them.”
“You guys see how she is?” He pointed to Summer, leaning and squinting to read what was being said. “I do love kids, especially the twins, they’re amazing.”
“He is really really great with them, guys,” Summer added. “One thing about Evans, he’s patient as hell and really, just a big kid. Why do you think him and Christopher get along so well? 40 going on 4.”
“I resent that.”
“Is it a lie though?”
He hesitated. “No.” They both laughed.
I’m loving the dynamic between these two so much.
Is it just me or are they flirting with each other…..
Ain’t nothing inappropriate about this conversation. Ya’ll are reaching…
Ya’ll remember that blind item that came out years ago alleging Chris (Evans) was the biological father of the twins? Hmm…..
^^^^^This kind of bullshit is the reason we’re in a global pandemic.
As always, Summer and Evans ignored any foolery that was being dropped in the comments when she caught a comment that didn’t contain some ridiculous rumor.
“Yes, it is true that Evans and Christopher weren’t allowed to do press together anymore. Ya’ll, they literally could not stay serious for more than a minute. I felt so bad for the poor interviewers.”
“Hey, we were not that bad,” Evans protested, his Boston accent more prominent.
She gasped. “You guys were terrible, Evans, and you know it. I was so mad when they put me with ya’ll those few times. I could barely hear the interviewers over your laughing and stupid commentary that literally no one asked for.”
“We did not.”
“There’s deadass video proof, Evans.”
“Fake news.”
She opened her mouth but caught herself. “I was about to say something.”
He laughed and asked, “Do you remember how we all got drunk before the Infinity War premiere?”
“No, ya’ll got drunk. I was big and pregnant, remember?”
“No,” he dismissed. “You were drinking with us.”
“Evans, how was I drinking when I was pregnant?” She challenged and reminded. “I got drunk with ya’ll for the Endgame premiere, not Infinity War.”
“That’s right,” he remembered and chuckled. “You think we’ll get in trouble for saying this?”
She shrugged with one shoulder. “You’re dead, Christopher never gets in trouble for anything, and I do what I want. I think we’re good.”
Kevin Feige watching this live right now like 🥴🥴🥴🥴
I never realized how arrogant she is……
LMAO. Not the whole cast showing up drunk to the biggest premiere of their lives.
Chris Evans is too damn fine to be approaching 40 and still single.
Their friendship is so goals omg
@ChrisHemsworth: Snitches
Summer’s jaw dropped as she caught the last comment, swiping up to click the name and make sure that she was reading correctly. “Christopher, what the hell are you doing on my live?”
Evans brows furrowed. “Hemmy is here? Shouldn’t he be working?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Summer supplied. “And how long have you been watching?”
@ChrisHemsworth: Long enough.
She smiled nervously and looked off to the side. “I feel weird now. I don’t like when he watches my lives.”
“Aren’t you guys married?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be shutting the fuck up?”
Evans lifted his hands in a defensive manner. “Touchy subject, I see.” They shared another laugh as he cleared his throat. “Why don’t you add him now? I’m supposed to be helping Scott cook.”
“My favorite Evans,” she gushed and furrowed her brows. “You, cooking? Since when?”
“Get out of here.” He waved her off and reminded. “I’m not the one who constantly causes near fires when in the kitchen.”
“So, you really just putting all my business out there like that?”
“Summer, it’s not secret to anyone that you can’t cook for shit.”
“Wow, it really be your own best friends.”
He chuckled. “Love you, kid.”
“Love you too, punk,” she blew a kiss. “I’ll text ya’ later.”
“Alright.” He smiled for the camera. “Thanks for having me everyone.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she said jokingly. Evans and Summer said goodbye one last time before he left the live. She blew out a breath and ran her hand through her hair. “Baby, comment something so I can add you. It’s too many comments to wade through.”
Summer adjusted her phone and checked the time on the clock on the wall. It’d been a while since the kids were away at school, and she didn’t want to get so caught up that she was late picking them up.
@ChrisHemsworth: I can’t. I’m too drunk.
Summer released a mixture of a laugh and a snort reading his comment. “You are so damn petty.” She clicked his name and adjusted her outfit while waiting for him to answer. She almost cursed when it seemed like he wasn’t going to join, only for her to smile when his face appeared on her screen.
“Hi,” she greeted in a soft voice with a small smile.
“Hello, Sandcastle.”
“Did you just—I swear to god, it’s always something with you.” Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head. Christopher smiled in response. “Why aren’t you working?”
“I am.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re working, how are you talking to me?” She asked, sassily.
“Umm, a little thing called multitasking, ever heard of it?”
“Wow. You are an asshole.”
“That’s mean.”
“You’re mean.”
“Christopher, you are literally a child.”
“Does a child have muscles like this?” He flexed, and Summer stilled. Christopher stayed in ridiculous shape, but this was another level. He’d never been this massive, and she wasn’t too proud to admit that. Just not aloud.
She faked a yawn. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
They really just be roasting each other all the time, and I’m here for it.
Summer must be legally blind because this man is stupid fine tf
It’s gotta be steroids. That’s not natural.
^^^^^He’s the god of thunder.
Summer rolled her eyes at the typical nature of the comments. These were the reasons she limited her time on social media and especially stayed away from reading the comments. Her attention was redirected to the top of her phone. It was a text from Christopher asking her to call him.
“But we’re—oh, I get it.” She realized he wanted to talk to her, not her and her tens of millions of followers. “Alright, guys, I’m gonna get off here so I can talk to my husband, alone.”
“She just doesn’t want to share me with you all, that’s all.”
“Don’t even start, Christopher,” she lectured while he laughed and got serious, for a minute tops.
“Hope you all are taking care and staying safe,” he spoke honestly. “And we’ll talk to you soon.”
Summer waved and smile. “Bye, guys. Remember to be kind.” Summer offered a final smile before ending the live. Closing up the app, she moved to open FaceTime and called up Christopher. He answered almost immediately. “You know I hate when you watch my Lives. Now, how much did you see?”
“Enough to know you’re coming to see me tonight.”
She laughed aloud. “Funny.”
“I’m serious, Summer.” Focusing on him, she realized that there was no humor in his voice nor his expression. Summer also noticed that he didn’t have the Thor wig on yet, which was probably why he was able to go live with her. He was waiting to get into hair and makeup. “Leave the kids with Liam. It’s not like he’s doing anything.”
“Christopher!”
“What? Is he not a professional unemployed bastard.”
Summer’s smile remained as she shook her head. “You are so mean.”
“I’ll handle the flight arrangements. You, my beautiful wife, just make sure you get on the jet so I can handle you.”
“Christopher, you’re working. People with everyday jobs don’t just up and show up to their spouses workplace because they miss them or need a break from the kids. That’s how folks get fired.”
Christopher started to move around, walking somewhere, she realized. “What are you doing?”
“Hey, Tike.”
Summer’s eyes widened slightly. “Christoper!”
“Sup, man?” Taika asked casually, as Summer laughed again. Taika Waititi was such a character.
“You mind if Summer comes up for a few days?”
“Sure, man,” he replied almost right away. “Bring the kids and chickens too.”
“I am not bringing those damn chickens,” she immediately protested.
Christopher made a sound. “Ha, so you are coming!”
“I didn’t say that.”
Taika joined Christopher so that he was in camera. “Hey, Summer, why don’t you come on join? You can have a cameo. Chickens, too.”
She rubbed her temples. Taika’s and Chris’s friendship would never not make sense to her. They were cut from the same cloth. “One, hey. Two, I was already in Ragnarok. I’m good on the cameos. Three, what is with ya’ll and those creepy looking chickens?”
“Whoa, creepy? What did the chickens ever do?”
“Exist,” Summer answered dryly. She still hadn’t forgiven Evans and Christopher for convincing her to let the kids keep those damn things. Her home was becoming more and more of a farm with each animal that joined the household.
“Tough crowd, that one, ehh?”
“Always,” Christopher agreed.
“I can hear you both,” she reminded and groaned loudly. Summer would love to spend a few days away from the kids. Chris would be working, yes, but she’d at least get some time for herself. Even better, alone adult time with her husband. That had also been a bit tricky during quarantine because of her rambunctious twins. Still, she disliked using her status as a celebrity to gain things, and this would definitely be a case of using status for pull. “I don’t know….”
Deep in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that Chris had walked away and returned to wherever he was prior to finding Taika, most likely his trailer.
“What if you only stayed a night?” Chris tried to bargain. “The flight is only an hour and a half. That will give you more than enough time to come here, let me fix you dinner, run you a nice bath, maybe get in the good ole’ horizontal tango—”
“You know I hate when you call it that,” she reminded quietly, admitting. “That does sound nice, though.”
“Or, I can come to you—“
“Absolutely not. Christopher, you’re already doing so much back and forth as it is.” One of the good things to come out of quarantine, to Summer at least, was that it forced many people to take a much needed break. Her husband was one of those people. Christopher had been working nonstop since she met him. Project after project, film after film, many of them Marvel films, which put a whole other layer of difficulty what with the strenuous physical requirements. Even now as he shot Thor 4, he was in the best shape he’d ever been, muscles nearly tearing the cotton of his clothes. He looked amazing, but it was what they couldn’t see that she was starting to grow a little concerned over. Christopher wasn’t as young as he once was. He had to slow down, eventually.
Summer realized this would be a perfect chance to have a conversation about just that with him, which all but led her to her final decision.
“Alright,” she conceded, finger up as she made her demands. “Three days, and I stay at the house while you shoot. We may be returning to normal, but we’re still in a pandemic. I won’t go around anyone except you.”
“So I get you all to myself? Hardly consider that a stipulation.”
“And…we talk.”
“After the horizontal tango—“
“I swear to God, if you don’t stop calling it that—“
“What was that, sweetheart? I wasn’t listening.” She saw that he had paused the screen, causing Summer to remember that she hadn’t even consulted with the babysitter. “Making flight arrangements for you.”
“Shit, let me text Liam and make sure he’s available.”
“He gets reception in the box?”
“Christopher! For the last time, your brother is not living in a box.”
“Do you know that for certain?”
“Goodbye, Christopher,” she prepared to end the call before smiling softly. “I love you, Christopher, and thank you.”
He winked. “I’ll always do anything for you, Summer. Anything.” A beat. “Don’t forget to leave the clothes. You won’t need them.”
“Christopher!”
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We Did That
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Y/N scoffed as Loki told her what Thor was doing with Jane. The car rides? Getting her favorite ice cream, but only having one spoon so they share it? Trading their jackets and making fun of how small hers was on his? Watching the reruns her favorite show? Being annoying in general? And singing together, harmonizing? They did that first.
Loki snapped her out of her thoughts when he spoke, “It’s actually your show that they watch because it’s hers too. And, she’s probably bragging to all her friends about how unique he is.”
She laughed, “Yeah. When do you think he’s gonna tell her that we did that too?” She grabbed a pillow, “I heard him speak of that old cafe on 5th and how it as ‘their spot’. It was ours. I was the one who found it.”
“And the jokes! He tells her your jokes all the time!”
“Oh my gods. She really thinks that all of this is special and unique when it’s all reused from when he was with me. She’s pathetic.”
“Oh! Yesterday, when he called her, he almost said your name!”
“What?”
Loki nodded, “Yeah. I mean, in his defense, aka what he told me, you two do sound the same. Plus, you both are astrophysicists.”
“And to think I was her type.” She sighed and crossed her legs, “I bet that she knows Billy Joel, just because he played her “Uptown Girl” when I was the one who showed that too him.”
“I’m pretty sure that he even tells her that he loves her in between the chorus and the verse.”
She laughed mockingly, “We did that! Who’s gonna tell her? Who’s gonna tell her that all of this shit that they do, we did too and that it’s not special if it’s just reused! That was our show that we watched and talked about! Those were our songs! It’s not there's!” She ran a hand threw her hair, “Is he really gonna act like we didn’t do that shit too? The ice cream, the jackets, the playing the piano, everything! She may be a new girl but none of this is new!”
“I wonder if he gets déjà vu.”
Y/N shook her head, “No, I know that he gets déjà vu.”
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Pairings: CEO!Chris Hemsworth x WOC!Stripper!OC
Rating: Mature
Type: Series
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Status: Ongoing
Song Inspo: Seasons of Love by Rent Cast
Playlist: Coming Soon
Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Summary: Billionaire and CEO Chris Hemsworth has always been a notorious ladies man, constantly photographed with different women, known in and out of the industry for being a playboy. However, being spotted with yet another woman while his company is working on a merger with a family owned corporation leaves him in a tight spot. Enter: Kaya Lopez, a twenty something college student by day and stripper by night. After she's photographed during her walk of shame from Chris's mansion, he tracks her down and propositions her. Pretend to be his girlfriend for the next few months with substantial, monetary, daily payment in return. Though Kaya detests Chris's arrogance and overall disposition, she agrees to the arrangement, also allowing sex to be included in the transaction. (She dislikes him, not the sex). It's relatively straightforward. At least, that's what Chris and Kaya expect. They soon realize that some things in life can't be accounted for, especially when feelings are involved. Especially during seasons of love.
Chapters 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8
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World on Fire: Chapter 4 {Loki X Sigyn!Reader}
Summary: Sigyn was supposed to have died almost 100 years ago. A peace mission to Migard gone wrong and she had never returned. Everyone had thought she was dead until Loki is shown someone who looks too familiar when he comes to Earth on a mission. Sharon Odell. Shannon Orwell. Sidney Orwell. No matter what name she goes by, it’s all the same. Now that Gods and heroes are real, there’s no use hiding who she really is anymore.
Chapter Summary: in which Loki makes Sidney relive some painful memories and Thor is the just the best bro
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Sidney didn’t know what sort of reaction to expect from him but it definitely wasn’t this. Instead of any show of emotion, Loki resumed his slow pace along the front wall of the glass cage. “Why have you come?” His voice was cold. “To extend an offer of peace?” He scoffed.
Sidney furrowed her brow as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “I need to know why. It’s not like Odin to interfere much with Earth anymore.”
“You speak of the Midgardians like you are one.” Loki came to a stop in front of her. A shiver ran down her back in spite of herself. “How disappointing,” he drawled. “I do not come on the orders of Odin.” The venom behind his words confused her. What had happened while she was gone that could change so much?
“Then why do you come?” 
“I come to free them all. Free will is an illusion. I wish to be a just king that the...people of Midgard need to remind them of that. Perhaps you need to be reminded along with them.”
Sidney let out a heavy sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose. This wasn’t the Loki that she knew.
“On the other hand, you could be useful. You know Midgard more than I.”
Her temper flared as she dropped her hands to her sides. “I am not some tool for you to use! I will not be some part of your hair-brained scheme.” She jumped slightly as he slapped a hand against the glass a few inches from her face.
“You underestimate me?”
“You tried to kidnap me, Loki,” she hissed through gritted teeth. The last thing she needed was Fury or someone else hearing them fight like this. Especially since she was sure she knew him well enough to know what was likely to come next.
“Kidnap you?” Loki let out a laugh as he slowly shook his head. “Was it wrong of me to simply want to see if it was truly you?”
“If that’s what you wanted, you would have arrived on your own and not sent two SHIELD agents after me. Heaven knows they’ve caused me enough trouble as it is.”
“Yet you sit on their airship as if you are a welcome guest.”
Sidney frowned. “Nick Fury owes me. Many times over, I don’t suppose they really had a choice after your agents aimed a gun at me and forced my hand.”
A glimmer of another emotion crossed Loki’s face. Was it panic?
Sidney cut him off before he could spew more venom towards her. “What has become of you? You were always a trickster, you enjoyed your practical jokes. You were never cruel.” She glanced away from him for a moment. The blonde needed to regain her composure before she turned back to face him. As if in a trance, she took a few steps closer to the cage. “Tell me what happened to you.”
“I can not.” He looked more distressed now. 
Sidney held her hand up so that it lined up over his against the glass. “Show me.” She wasn’t even sure if it would work. They had done this before, sure, but that was when her powers were at their full strength. She was certain that she didn’t even have all of them back yet. Perhaps it was something she would need to focus on more. At least she was sure that she was capable of removing the blocks that she had put up in her own mind long ago. Was it worth it to be able to fit in with her friends on Midgard? She couldn’t yet tell.
“You will not like what you see,” Loki warned her.
Sidney grunted in annoyance as she slowly closed the distance between Loki’s hand and her own. The young woman sucked in a deep breath as her hand touched the glass. For a moment, she thought it wouldn’t work. Then her eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pain cut through her skull.
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Being able to view someone else’s memories was never a pleasant one but it was certainly a way around having to discuss them. She could no longer feel the solid metal ground underneath her feet. Instead, she could see only what Loki wanted her to see. At least Sidney was still aware of the cool glass under her hand that connected the two of them together in that moment.
Her insides churned as she was thrust into the first memory. Where it all started to go wrong.
“I don’t understand why this mission to Midgard is so important,” Loki sighed as he lounged on a chair in the corner of the room.
“The Allfather says that the whole planet seems to be on the verge of war, Loki.” She had looked down at her hands. She remembered it well that she couldn’t even bear to look at him.
Loki’s face contorted in a mix of emotions before he settled on a look of vague concern. “Of all the warriors to send, why you?”
“Perhaps he would like to ensure the victory of the right side.” It made sense to her until Loki pointed it out. Why shouldn’t he send the goddess of victory to help the Midgardians?
Loki rose up from his seat quickly and took long strides across the room. “Where are you going?” She rose from her seat and brushed her hair from her face.
“To speak to my father. Maybe I can make him see reason.”
“No, Loki.” Her voice was stern as she stepped in front of him and placed a hand on his chest. “If this is something that I must do, then there’s no use fighting it. If the Allfather...your father thinks I can be of use, then I would like to prove myself.” Her light eyebrows furrowed as her dark eyes scanned Loki’s face for any response.
His thin fingers wrapped around her own. He slowly raised her hand from his chest and pressed a kiss to the back of her fingers. “If he’s looking for success, I’d say he’s chosen the right person for the job.”
A sad smile spread across her face before she threw her arms around his neck and embraced him.
The memory faded almost as quickly as it had come. Before she had time to regain her composure another more painful one entered her head.
“What am I?”
“You’re my son.”
Odin? Her breath caught in her throat as the Loki in the memory turned around and she was able to take in his appearance. His skin was no longer pale, but a startling shade of blue. His eyes were red and his skin bore strange markings.
“The casket wasn’t the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day was it?” Her footsteps made no noise as she trailed behind him. His slow advance towards Odin made her feel sick to her stomach.
“In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple and I found a baby. Small for a giant’s offspring. Abandoned. Suffering. Left to die.” Her brain swirled with a million thoughts as she took in Odin’s words. Loki was no son of Odin he was-
“Laufey’s son? Why?” The hurt in Loki’s voice was apparent. 
“You were an innocent child.”
“No.You took me for a purpose. What was it?” She felt like she could cut the tension with a knife and she was almost certain her physical body jolted as Loki shouted at the top of his voice, “tell me!”
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She didn’t get to hear Odin’s explanation as the memory faded until she could only see the black behind her eyelids. Sidney’s eyelids fluttered open as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights that shone from inside the cage. Loki looked as stoic as ever as he stood tall. There was an expectant look in his eyes as he watched her for any sort of reaction.
In spite of herself, she felt a tear begin to slide down her face. Her free hand raised to wipe the tear from her face as Loki sneered.
“Why do you cry? I don’t need your tears. Your pity and sympathy mean nothing to me.” His face was twisted into a cruel mask though his voice cracked.
Sidney opened her mouth to protest before a strange sensation swept through her. It was similar to the disorienting feeling that she’d just experienced but there were no images. Just feelings.
It started out as a warm sensation in her hand that began to travel up her arm. Her eyes widened in shock as she found she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand from the glass. Sidney’s dark eyes darted from her hand to Loki’s face in distress as it just seemed to grow hotter. “Stop this!” 
Loki shook his head. He wasn’t doing this. 
Sidney had tried her hardest to keep quiet while she had come to find out what she needed but she couldn’t bear it any longer. A pained scream left her lips as she doubled over and clutched her head. She could swear she heard Loki’s screams in her head as she felt the unbearable heat grow stronger and stronger. She couldn’t see anything but she heard a name in her head that seemed to sear itself into her brain as Loki’s voice echoed in her head.
There was a dull sound behind her that she couldn’t quite place until she opened her eyes to see the reflection of the door sliding open behind her. 
“Loki, stop this!” The loud voice was familiar enough that Sidney cringed as Loki finally pulled his hand away from the glass barrier. She watched his feet stumble back a few steps as Thor’s loud footsteps moved even closer.
Sidney coughed and shuddered as her body slowly began to return to its normal temperature.
As she went to straighten up into a standing position, a strong hand on her arm pulled her further back from the glass wall. Loki’s eyes narrowed though he didn’t say anything as the tall blonde man grabbed her by the arm.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” Thor’s voice was harsh. Sidney cringed as she allowed herself to be pulled from the room. One last glance over her shoulder was all that she spared towards Loki before the door slid shut behind her.
If looks could kill, the look Coulson shot her before he stormed back down the hallway would have at least injured her. Thor hovered over her with a concerned look on his face as both of them watched the agent stalked back down the hall. 
“Leave me be,” Sidney hissed through her teeth as she went to advance down the hallway. Her vision went blurry just before she stumbled into the wall. “I can handle myself.” She swatted Thor’s hand away.
His voice was still harsher than she remembered as he spoke again. This time was different, though. He spoke more like a concerned parent than a scolding one. “My lady, you should allow me to assist you to your room. Unless you’re sure you can handle yourself.”
Her dark eyes narrowed as she glanced up to shoot Thor a venomous look. The two of them were in a silent stand-off in the hallway for a good ten seconds before she relented. With a heavy sigh and a pinch of the bridge of her nose, Sidney allowed Thor to take her by the arm. “Very well.” 
As the two of them moved down the hallway, Sidney slowly found it easier to get her bearings. She had guessed that some things had happened to Loki while she was gone but what he had shown her had distressed not only her heart but her mind as well. She wished that Thor would just leave her alone but it seemed like she wouldn’t be so lucky.
“If I could ask,” Thor started.
“At least wait until we’re not in public,” she whispered. The least he could do was wait until he brought her to her room to discuss the elephant in the room. Thankfully, Thor seemed to take the hint at the very least and maintained his silence for the rest of the walk.
Once the door to her room closed, it was another story.
“I was sure it was you when I first boarded the ship, yet I didn’t want to ask,” Thor stated simply.
“Well thank the Norns that you didn’t,” Sidney rolled her eyes as she edged her way towards her bed to sit down. Thor was a large man and her quarters were small. “Do me a favor and at least get me a cup of water from the sink, would you?”
Thor busied himself with his menial task as she pulled a container of ibuprofen from her bag and popped one in her mouth. 
He handed her the cup of water as he knelt down across from her so he could meet her eyes. “You should not have gone in to see him. He is not what you once knew him to be.”
“I noticed that for myself very well, thank you.” Sidney sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Which is why I had to talk to him. I needed to know...something had to happen that made him into this. Cruelty and war was never something he took joy in.” Her pointed look at the god of thunder did not go unnoticed.
“Much has happened since you departed,” Thor hung his head solemnly. 
Thor took his time to explain as much as he could to her. Her supposed death had caused great grief for his younger brother; there was nothing she could do to change that now. Though she had explained her exile had seemed to serve a purpose and after a time she had chosen to simply adapt to her circumstances and perhaps she had blocked herself from Heimdall as someone had shown her long ago. Thor listened as she explained that she had feared after a short number of years that Loki would only express anger at her return so she had decided to remain on Midgard. The thought to return home had not crossed her mind in years though she had remained faithful throughout her time there.
Thor’s expression hardened as he spoke of Loki’s true parentage. His own exile to Earth which shocked her. Loki’s supposed plunge to his death had nearly brought tears to her eyes as Thor placed a comforting hand on her knee. “It brings me sorrow that we should all reunite like this, but perhaps Loki could see reason. Perhaps the three of us could return home together.”
Sidney placed her hand on top of Thor’s and almost laughed at how his hand dwarfed her own. “I think I would like that if it weren’t a pipe dream.”
“He will need to face consequences no matter what. He’s killed 80 people in 2 days according to the spy.”
“Her name is Natasha. But I’ve known you to kill 80 people within an hour,” Sidney quirked an eyebrow.
“Those were different times. My time on Earth has changed my thoughts at least on the people of Midgard. They were not deserving of that.”
“Selvig doesn’t deserve what Loki did to him,” her muscles tensed. She didn’t want to feel such rage towards the caged man but she couldn’t help it. Selvig was a good man and he deserved nothing but good things.
“I do agree with you on that one. Selvig is a good friend and a smart man. There must be a way to free him from whatever spell my brother has him under.” The two of them fell silent. “This is a lot to ask of you, I know this. But if you’re here as well, it must be for a reason.”
Sidney sucked in a deep breath. 
“I do not ask you to betray my brother, but to help him come to his senses. And if he will not do so, then to help me to stop him from doing something that he can not return from.”
Sidney opened and closed her mouth a few times before she settled on a nod of her head. “It’s not like I can jump out of this flying metal death trap. I may as well make myself useful. Though I’m not sure that Stark will want my help if the word gets out.” Her dark eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she met Thor’s eye.
“Your secret from them is safe with me.” Thor assured her. Sidney knew it was only a matter of time before her charade was up, however. Tony was a smart man just as his father had been before him.
Without another word, Sidney rose to her feet as a startled Thor practically jumped to his own as he mirrored her. The small woman held out a hand to the god which he took and shook sharply.
“We have a deal then?”
“It is an honor to be able to fight alongside you again, Lady Sigyn.”
Her breath caught in her throat for a moment at the name that she hadn’t heard in decades. Maybe even close to a century. “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves there, big guy. I suspect we should try to find the others before they get too suspicious.”
“The Son of Coul…”
“Don’t worry about Phil. He won’t spill the beans if he knows what’s good for him.”
Thor nodded and began to lead the way back towards the lab. Sidney flinched slightly as the thought of the last memory she had been shown echoed through her mind again. One word played on her mind as she finally cleared her head enough to follow the blonde god.
Thanos. Who in the hell was that?
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𝙎𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝗈𝖿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | eight
Parings: CEO!Chris Hemsworth x Stripper!OC // Words: 7K // Type: Series // Taglist: Yes/No (Inbox me to be tagged or removed) Warnings: Some Smut.
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The lack of heat and weight on top of him was the first thing that Chris noticed when his eyes fluttered open, welcoming him to the state of consciousness. The heat and weight, however, were the only things that bothered him because of what they meant.
Kaya.
That night was the first they’d slept together in a non sexual manner. She had her room at the house, and he had his, they’d only shared a bed for their sexual escapades. Last night, however, was a first.
Kaya, without prompt, peeled back the blankets of the California king and climbed under the fitted sheet. Typically, Chris’s mind raced with thoughts and mental planning for what the next day would bring, but this time, sleep preceded forethought. As soon as Kaya pushed her body against his, her thigh swinging over his lower body, he knew he’d be unable to focus on anything other than the woman under him.
When exactly he fell asleep, he hadn’t a clue. He did, however, wake up at some point in the middle of the night and chuckle when he realized Kaya had shifted positions. She was no longer tucked into his side but rather sprawled across him, her left cheek pressed against his chest.
True to her word, she’d kicked the blankets down to her ankles, his calves, leaving them both susceptible to the chill of the room. He attempted to at least pull the flat sheet over them only to stop when she groaned in her sleep and shifted her body upward, head closer to his neck than anything.
If he had the opportunity, he would have snapped a photo to savor the image. He would definitely, however, tease her with it when morning came.
And it had finally arrived.
Sighing and stretching, he sat up in the bed and closed his eyes. Chris was an early morning riser. Early mornings and late nights. They made up his way of living. This morning, however, he felt a bit exhausted. He chalked it up to the stressful day prior and climbed out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
He overheard the faint sound of Kaya’s humming from the room over which was why he bypassed searching for her. She was still in the suite, and that was all he needed to know.
Twenty minutes later, he exited, freshly showered and clean, ready to start his busy day. One of many. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand, unaffected by the litany of notifications that overtook his lock screen. It was the norm for him.
He unlocked it and proceeded to wade through the many unread messages. He would start with the missed calls, follow up with the emails, and end with the text messages, the order of which would include starting with most important to least.
He’d seen only two calls that he needed to return when he walked into the dining area, clearly catching Kaya off guard.
She jumped up from the sofa, knocking her phone into the beige carpet. Her eyes were wide and her eyebrows slightly lifted, but a small, tentative smile graced her soft features. He took in her appearance. She was dressed only in a black tank top that stopped just above her belly button and a pair of flannel pajama shorts that were dark blue with white lining. Her hair was down but pulled back, allowing an unobscured view of her face.
He always thought she looked most beautiful like this, off guard, in her natural state.
“Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I mean, uhh, morning.”
He eyed her skeptically. “Good morning.”
“Did I wake you?” She asked, almost fearful that his answer would be a yes. “I tried to be quiet.”
His eyes narrowed. “Would you care if you did?”
“Of course.” Now, he was alarmed. This wasn’t like Kaya. At all. “I ordered us breakfast,” she chimed, motioning to the table. “Belgian waffles with blueberries on the side and strawberry syrup.” As she spoke, he walked up to her, tossing his phone on the sofa on the way. Chris brought his hands to her face, peering down at her. “I’ve noticed you—”
“What are you doing, Kaya?” He could tell she was about to deflect, so he clarified. “Why are you acting like this?”
“What are you talking about?”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re many things. Dumb isn’t one of them.”
He saw it, the flash of anger that appeared in her gaze, but she pushed it away. “Don’t bait me.”
“Don’t put on an act with me,” he calmly challenged.
“You’re trying to pick a fight.”
“And you’re deflecting.”
She pulled away from him, only to realize that he had no intentions of releasing her. Chris held onto her arm. Kaya looked back at him and scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“Kaya,” he spoke softer. Chris had an idea what she was doing, but he needed her to be honest. If not with him, at least with herself. “Talk to me.”
At his words, she looked away. “I did. Last night.”
“That’s what this is about.” Again, he knew what it was. He just wanted her to admit as much.
Chris could tell that she was searching for the right words. “L—last night was a lot.”
He nodded slowly. “It was.”
“And you’ve had a chance to sleep on it.”
“Sleep on what?”
She hesitated, angling her body toward him as she hugged herself, Chris finally releasing his grip on her forearm. “Us.”
He stepped closer to her. “Do you honestly believe that my feelings for you could change just like that?”
“A good night’s rest does the mind wonders, so I’ve heard.” Chris rolled his eyes. “So, you’re not, like, going to abandon me in this foreign country and force me to prostitute my way back home?”
“Why would you even—No, Kaya, I admit that I can be—”
“A dick?”
He chuckled. That was the Kaya he was used to. It was the one he liked .
“Difficult,” he spoke carefully. “But, I’m not heartless.”
She chewed on the corner of her lip. “So we’re still good?” He saw how she redirected her gaze, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable. “You and me, I mean?” He nodded slowly, an action she reciprocated.
“Okay.”
“Alright?” He cupped her face again, searching for any sign of deception. He found none.
Kaya then released a heavy breath. “I never get nervous like that. I hate it. It makes me feel nice.”
“What’s wrong with being nice for once?”
She looked at him with a blank face. “Have you met me?”
He laughed and pulled her into his body. “I have.”
Aware that he couldn’t see her, she smiled and bit on her bottom lip before looking up. “Also, I actually ordered breakfast for myself and then remembered that you needed to eat, so your food should be coming in like ten minutes.”
He snorted. “That’s more like the Kaya I know.”
“Hey, at least I ordered something you like,” she reminded, clearly proud of herself for that. “Even though my waffles mine are way better.” She pulled away, taking his hand in hers as she led him to the sofa. “Coffee?”
He shook his head. “I’ll get it later.” Kaya waited for him to sit before she plopped down next to him and picked up her phone, her legs draped over his lap. “There’s something else I need to ask you about.”
He noticed the way she looked up from her phone but nodded. “Okay.”
“You fainted—” Her eyes shut as she groaned. “Why?”
“It’s stupid and embarrassing,” she sighed, sitting up and tossing her phone to the side. “Sometimes when I get really anxious or, nervous, I faint. It’s extremely annoying and absolutely ruins my devil may care image.”
“You’re like 4’5”. Devil may care image was never even an option for you.”
Mouth ajar, she grabbed a pillow and slapped it against him. “Fuck you!”
He laughed and caressed her leg. “So, you’re okay?” He stared at her.“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
She scoffed quietly, lips together. “You’d care?”
His answer was instant. “Of course.”
Kaya nodded, hesitantly. “Yes, I’d tell you.”
For a second, she thought she had to throw up. She felt sick to her stomach. Last night was honesty hour, so how had she ended up on Lying Lane?
“Good.” Chris gently squeezed her calf. “Now for the next thing.”
“What is this, an interrogation?”
“What did he say to you?”
Kaya couldn’t show it, but she was eternally grateful for the change in subject, even if she didn’t want to talk about that either. “Who?”
Chris closed his eyes. “The man from last night, Kaya.”
She groaned and sulked into the sofa again. “Not this again.”
“Now, Kaya.”
Kaya realized that she was lucky to have gotten away with the lie about why she fainted, so she decided to at least be honest about this much.
“He—said that I was beautiful and wanted to know how much you were paying me. Wanted to buy me for a night, maybe a week,” she scoffed and shook her head. “It took me a minute to realize what he thought I was and what he wanted. It wasn’t until he said I looked exotic and wondered how I tasted that I caught on.”
“Son of a bitch,” Chris cursed, adeptly managing his anger as he motioned for her to continue. “What else?”
“Well, after I told him to go fuck himself cause I certainly wasn’t going to, he got a little upset.” She pushed her lips together and wiggled her brows. “Told me that the toilet he had just pissed in was worth more than me, called me cheap, illegal, a whore, and a bitch. That’s when I punched him. Cue the panic, me running into you, couple of emotional breakdowns later, and here we are.”
“He touched you, though,” Chris added. “You lied when I asked you about it last night.”
Kaya pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m becoming too predictable.”
If Chris wasn’t juggling between flipping over the coffee table, he would have broken into a small smile. If only. “Kaya.”
She released a second loud groan and relented. “He wouldn’t let go of my arm—that was definitely annoying—then he moved it to my thigh and tried to take a grab at dulce—”
“What?”
“You know.” She gestured to her crotch. “Dulce.”
“You—named it?”
“Her,” she corrected. “And of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
He almost wished that he wasn’t too upset to enjoy the absolute humor that accompanied her statement. She spoke with an absolute straight face.
“I’ll handle it,” he announced.
Kaya sat up again. Her abs starting to contract from the constant up and down movement. “What do you mean?” He eyes widened. “Are you—are you going to kill him?” She moved to sit on her knees. “Holy shit, are you in the mafia?”
That finally broke out a small smile. “What?”
“It makes sense, you’re rich.”
“This is true.”
“And handsome. Like, very very handsome.”
“Also true.”
“And you’re a dick.”
“Debatable.”
Kaya climbed onto his lap and smiled craftily. “That would actually be kinda hot.”
“Would it?”
She nodded as her hands moved up his chest. “So, are you going to tell me what you plan on doing?”
He laughed humorlessly. “Of course not.”
She glared. “You are a dick.” Kaya attempted to climb off his lap only for him to restrict her. “Let me go. The seduction didn’t work. I’m gonna go eat.”
His gaze darkened. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” She watched him sit up and felt his hands palm her ass. “For someone so smart, you do take an awfully long time to catch on.”
“I resent that.”
“I don’t care.”
Kaya went to protest more when he laid her down on the sofa, hands going to tug down her shorts. “You think you can distract me with sex.”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed against her neck, mouth traveling to the valley between her breast.
Kaya’s eyes fluttered as she squeezed the side of the sofa. “Well, it won’t w—work.”
He chuckled, kissing the inside of her thigh. “You sure about that?”
“Don’t play with me,” she forced out as his long fingers pushed her panties to the side.
Chris blew on her vagina and gave a slow, long kiss to her clitoris, prompting Kaya’s back to promptly arch off of the sofa. His dick twitched. He loved how receptive and sensitive she was to his touch.
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
——
“Why don’t you like backshots?”
Chris looked down at Kaya. She laid at the end of the bed, flat sheet pulled up to her chest as she propped her head up with her elbow that was anchored into the bed.
“What?”
“You know.” She proceeded to move to her hands and knees, the sheets accentuating her ass perfectly. He had to contain himself.
“I know what they are, Kaya.”
“So why don’t you like them?” She asked again, returning to her previous position. “I thought all men did.”
“Why do you assume I don’t?”
“Chris, I can count on two hands how many times you’ve bent me over, and we’ve certainly fucked many more times than what I can count on those two hands.”
He chuckled, closing his eyes, purposely not answering.
“Hello?” Still nothing. Annoyed, she tried to kick him in his side. “Don’t ignore me.”
“I want to see your face every time I make you cum.”
Kaya stilled, her thighs immediately clenching. It wasn’t when he made her cum. It was every time, and there certainly were plenty.
“Damn you,” she groaned quietly, laying her head down on the bed. It made sense, so much sense. When he did have her face down ass up, his hand swiftly moved to her throat or fisted her hair, yanking her head back so that he could see her face. Kaya moaned quietly, suddenly eager for another demonstration, fully aware that she was unable. Even if Kaya wanted them to go another round, her body couldn’t withstand it. It always amazed just how much he could milk from her.
Quite literally.
“You asked.”
Again, she kicked him. This time, he caught her leg, his hand gently moving up and down her calf.
“Hey.”
“Hmmm.”
“Can we—” She saw that his eyes were still closed. “Can we stay in today?”
He opened his eyes and peered down at her. “What?”
She blew out a breath and sat up on her knees, sheet falling, exposing her nude body. “Hear me out.”
Chris’s fingers danced up her thigh. “I’m listening. Somewhat.”
Kaya rolled her eyes and placed her hand over his. He interlaced their fingers. “You know so much about me now.”
“Yes.”
“But, I feel like there’s so much I don’t know about you, and I don’t like that.”
“What do you want to know?”
Satisfied, she laid her body so that she was on her side, pulling the flat sheet up to her hip, but laying right-side up so that she could see him. “So we can stay in? Like, just….chill?”
“If that’s what you want.” She smiled. “But tomorrow, we go out.”
Suspicious, she asked, “is it for that surprise you keep talking about but won’t tell me about?”
“I’m sure you would love to know.”
“You truly are the worst.”
“Your question limit is nearing.”
Rolling her eyes, Kaya decided to table that topic. For now. “Why were you at the club that night? You looked miserable.”
“I was.”
“So why go?” She pressed. “And what man gets miserable at a strip club?”
Somewhat invested in the conversation, Chris turned on his side as well to face her. “Men go to the club, strip and beyond, to seek out women.”
“Pussy.”
“Precisely,” he agreed. “Does it look like I need to actively look for that?”
Eyes taking in his frame, even Kaya couldn’t deny he had a point there. Chris was many things, but ugly could never be one. The man was inhumanely handsome, insanely wealthy, built like a god, and knew the difference between harder and faster. It didn’t get much better than that.
“Touché,” she relented.
“But to answer your question, it was Evans birthday.”
“So, you were being a good friend,” she realized and admitted. “I can see that.”
“See what?”
“That you’re a good friend. You’re—you’re loyal.”
“When I deem someone’s worth it, yes.”
“I’ve never cheated,” Kaya shared. As per the course as of late, she continued to open up, sharing more and more of herself with him. “Been cheated on, of course, but never the one to do it. I just don’t get it, ya know? If you don’t want to be with someone, cut em off. Don’t hurt em.”
His eyes took in the way her voice dropped at the end, the softness of her tone. “Like you’ve been hurt.”
Kaya looked up over her long lashes and offered a crooked smile. “That’s one thing about me. I don’t give out second chances. You only get to fool me once, after that,” she said something in Spanish. His brow quipped. “What?”
“I’m not used to hearing you speak in Spanish.”
“I—I don’t do it a lot anymore. It—it reminds me of my family.”
“You think about them a lot.”
“Every day,” she whispered.
Chris thought about the question before he asked, wondering if it was too soon, not for him, but for her. Yet, he needed to know. “Do you think you’ll speak with them again?”
Likewise, Kaya considered her answer, replying truthfully. “I’d give anything to talk with them again. To be able to feel one of mami’s hugs or to hear papi complain about the neighborhood kids and their music.” She cleared her throat. “But, I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I—I haven’t spoken with them in years, Chris. When I left, they still loved me, but now—after everything, I don’t know.” She swallowed. “And I don’t think I could handle them not wanting me as a daughter anymore.”
“But if you knew they wanted to see you, that their love hadn’t changed….you’d meet with them?” He pressed. He needed to know. He would never do anything he thought could hurt her.
Kaya surprised herself when she answered instantly. “Yes.”
Chris made a mental note of that.
Kaya decided to flip the switch. She could only handle vulnerability in small doses. “So back to the club, mister?”
Chris beat her to it with the questions that time around.“How’d you start working there?”
“Umm, it’s my turn to ask a question.”
“I don’t care.”
Normally, Kaya would object. This time, however, she simply smiled. “Well, during my spiraling, I discovered that the only thing I really liked about partying was the music and dancing. As soon as I learned to throw my ass in a circle, it was a wrap. Then I met Nia a few years back, learned she was a dancer, heard how much money she was bringing in, and that was all she wrote.”
“You made it seemed like you hated it.”
“Not at first,” she answered truthfully. “It was kinda fun, you know? I know I’m pretty, and I know I have a nice body, so I liked the attention. Initially. But, then it became less self serving, I started to feel less like a person and more like a product.”
“You felt objectified.”
“Exactly,” she scoffed. “Did you know I had to move from my old place because this guy started stalking me? Somehow, he found out where I lived. He followed me home a couple of times. Now that was scary.”
Chris’s jaw clenched. He felt a mixture of anger and guilt. Anger at whatever bastard had been able to render even Kaya frightened, and guilt at himself for how he had swindled his way into her life. He’d asked about her, of course, but showing up at her school, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the best course of action.
Kaya could practically see his mind reeling. “It was different with you,” she assured with a sly smile. “I’ll never complain about a handsome billionaire propositioning me. Well, as long as they look like you.”
“I still could have gone about it different.”
“You live and you learn.” She shrugged and studied him. “Besides, I’m glad you did. Even I have to admit, my life has become a lot more eventful since you decided to Pretty Woman me.”
“What?”
Kaya’s jaw dropped. “No.”
“What?” He repeated.
“You’ve never seen Pretty Woman?”
“How has it you’ve seen such a wide array of films?”
“It’s called being cultured.”
“It’s called needing a life.”
She ignored him and grabbed onto his forearm. “So, we now have our movie selected for this evening.”
“You do know I have a job, right?”
“And I have school,” she countered easily. “Ever heard of procrastination?”
“When do you graduate, anyway?”
“Next month,” she answered casually. His brow lifted. “What?”
“When did you plan on telling me that?”
“Well, up until like last night, I was still under the impression that this was all fake and you didn’t give two shits, sooo—”
“I care,” he said simply. Kaya quieted and watched the way he stared at her.
“I know.” A beat. “So do I.” She cleared her throat and kicked the blanket off. “Now, if you excuse me, that mammoth of a bathtub is calling my name. I live for a good bubble bath.” Kaya swung her legs over the side of the bed when he reached for her wrist. She looked over her shoulder. “Yes?”
Chris eyes drank her in. Kaya sat completely unaffected by her nudity. Her confidence was one of the many things he liked about her. She was so sure of herself.
“Have you tried the shower?”
“Not yet.” Kaya caught his drift and smiled, leaning over. She’d probably have to end up taking a pain pill anyway before the night was over. “Wanna join me?”
——
Kaya’s left hand was planted against the glass door, with the other against the marble wall. Her hair was soaked, curls dripping down her back. If this was any other situation, she would have been fuming. She hated doing her hair, one, because she didn’t know how and two, because not knowing how made it take even longer.
But this was different.
She didn’t give a fuck about her hair.
The only fuck she cared about was the way Chris was fucking her.
Long and deep, his strong arms held her up effortlessly, controlling the depth and speed of his strokes. He swallowed her moans, suppressing the cries of pleasure that edged off the tip of her tongue. He was so deep in her, Kaya couldn’t get enough of him. Sex was always a fun activity for her. But, this was beyond fun. This was inhuman rapture. She couldn’t get enough of him, and him, her.
Chris growled, his grip on her ass tightening, clutching her against his body. He was infatuated, the way her body reacted to his, she fit him like a glove, gripping him firmly.
Kaya moved her hands to his broad shoulders, her nails pressing into his skin. A moan escaped her mouth as she pried her mouth away, lips parting as she caught her breath, as best she could. His stamina was relentless, and she was starting to wonder if his goal was in fact to immobilize her.
If so, he was well on his way.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” He breathed heavily, gaze darkening, hips slamming into her harder. “How lost in I get in you.”
Kaya was beyond the point of words. All she could manage was a whimper, her head back against the shower wall.
“How many times I think about being inside you, think of the faces you make as I make you cum over and over again.”
In truth, Kaya was only hearing about 40% of what he was saying. It was nearly impossible to focus on both words and the insane pleasure he was causing her body while the showered rained down on them both, bodies dripping from both internal and external sources.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, voice laced with want. Need. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Kaya realized that the water pooling near her eyes wasn’t entirely because of the shower. She was crying. Kaya felt so many things beyond lust. When she first propositioned that sex could be a benefit of their arrangement, she thought nothing of it. She thought it would be something that could fulfill her physical needs.
But, it’d become so much more than that. He’d become so much more than that.
Never had Kaya been treated the way Chris treated her, and she’d been in plenty relationships. Many, and none even came close to respecting and spoiling her the way he did. And it was beyond the monetary gifts, he was attentive, he respected her, but he also pushed her. He met her verbal spar for verbal spar. He understood her humor, he understood what she did and didn’t like. He just got her.
He made her feel….good.
He made her happy.
Panting, she brought her hands to his face, mouth parted, staring. So many words, unspoken but understood, were conveyed in the moments they matched gazes. Her mouth contracted before she smiled softly, fingers running down his face, against his beard before she captured his lips in a gentle kiss.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
It was both a truth and a lie. The truth was that she didn’t want to go anywhere. The lie was that what she wanted was no longer in her control.
Kaya just wondered just how long it was going to take for her to garner the strength to tell him that.
If time didn’t beat her to it.
——
An hour later, Kaya was in her bathroom having just finished blowdrying her hair. She had taken picture and sent it to her group chat with Beth and Dana, knowing the latter of the two would be furious that she used heat.
Dana was attempting to help Kaya learn how to style her natural hair. However, Dana was nowhere around, and Kaya didn’t have the patience nor the skill to replicate the wash n’ go Dana preached about, so she used her blow dryer and slicked it back into a low bun.
When she stepped out the bathroom, she found that he was sitting at the office area (she’d never even known a hotel could provide such a thing), glasses on, shirtless.
Smiling, she sauntered over and stood in front him.
“Hi.”
Chris looked up and over his screen. “What is it?”
“I can’t say hi to you?”
“You can’t be nice to me.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her phone to scroll down to Nia’s thread, wondering if she’d missed a text.
She hadn’t.
“You’re rude,” she sassed. He ignored her, typing away. “Are you working?”
“No, I’m typing just because.”
She shrugged. “I’ve heard of rich people doing weirder things.” Kaya’s smile widened when she saw that the corners of his mouth lifted for the faintest hint of a smile. She loved their banter. “Anyway, it was freezing last night.”
He pulled his glasses off and looked at her with incredulity. “Kaya, you pushed all of the blankets off.”
“And?”
“And, that’s fucking why you were cold.”
“Everyone pushes the blankets off,” she argued, hands on her hips. “You kick them all off, pull some of the blanket over one leg, and then put he other leg on top of the blankets.”
“Kaya, literally no one does that.”
“Chris, literally everyone does that.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“Because you’re a selfish bastard.”
“Because I don’t agree with your strange sleeping habits?”
“Yes,” she answered indignantly. “And, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Prove what?”
Kaya ignored him and proceeded to close up all the apps she had opened until she was returned to her regular home screen. Opening Tik Tok, she hit the plus sign located at the bottom middle of the screen. Looking around the room, she realized that the best place to stand it up was against his laptop.
Chris watched as she situated the phone, messed with her hair, pressed something on her screen, and straightened.
“Okay, so I’m currently having a sorta argument with my boyfriend about something that I know everyone does, but he’s convinced that I’m crazy.”
Chris chuckled quietly. That was the first time he’d heard her refer to him as such.
“Psychotic,” he interjected.
“Shut up,” she shouted, her volume contrasting with the smile on her face. “You’re such an asshole.” Kaya shook her head and continued. “So, when you guys are sleeping, don’t you like get hot and kick all of the blankets off, but then you get cold so you like pull one blanket on one leg and keep your other on top of the blankets?” She used hand gestures as she spoke to help illustrate what she was trying to explain. “Let me know in the comments.”
“Let her know she’s wrong.”
“Shut up, Chris!” Laughing, she stopped the video. Kaya reviewed it once and added a filter before typing out a brief caption and adding the hashtags. She hesitated before posting it for one reason.
Nia.
Kaya was once of the small group of people who refused to give into the Tik Tok craze. She saw it as nothing more than a poor man’s version of Vine. It’d been Nia who encouraged her to give it a chance, making Tik Toks with Kaya that quickly gathered hundreds and then thousands of views. Kaya also realized that this would be the first video she posted that didn’t have Nia in it. It felt strange.
She hit post.
It also felt good.
Last Kaya checked, she had a little over ten thousand followers. Not nearly as many as a lot of creators, but more than the average person. She expected at least a couple of people to reply but wasn’t holding her breath. In the meantime, she thought about something she wanted to ask Chris about.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Not now,” he answered distractedly.
She rolled her eyes. Kaya realized he thought she was pestering him again. “No, not that. I just—”
He heard the hesitation in her voice and lifted his gaze to her. “Yes?”
“I noticed you never talk about your family.”
She studied him, watching as he tensed before scoffing bitterly. “That’s because they’re nothing worth discussing.”
“It’s a sensitive subject,” she guessed.
“No,” he easily dismissed. “That would mean I actually care, and I don’t.”
“Everyone cares,” she carefully disagreed. “We just don’t always like to admit it.” He looked up. She smiled softly. “I would know.”
Chris thought about what she said. As much as he thought he was able to help her, sometimes he wondered just how much she realized she was helping him.
“I—I only remember seeing my parents a few weeks out the year growing up. When they weren't shipping me off to boarding school, they were hiring live in nannies to take care of me.”
Kaya frowned and pressed. “Why?”
Chris sat forward and clasped his hands together, having pushed the laptop away so he could rest his elbows on the table. “Work was always their number one priority. Not me.”
“So why have a kid?” Kaya spoke, as always, without thinking. “Especially if you don’t want to be a parent.”
“They needed an heir,” he answered simply before explaining. “Both of my parents came from money, generational wealth, if you will.”
“Old money.” He nodded. “So, they wanted to keep the tradition going.”
“Precisely,” he replied. “They just weren’t expecting me to forge my own path and certainly not to cut all ties with them.”
“You don’t talk at all?”
“I have my office send them a card for the major holidays, but personally, no, not in years.”
Kaya quieted. She was actually saddened by his story. She knew that no two people had the same upbringing, but she also knew the happiness and love she felt from her parents during her upbringing. They would have done anything for her. Their kids were their world, but from what Chris was saying, his didn’t even want to be bothered with him.
“That was probably hard for you,” she finally spoke again. “Growing up with shit parents.”
He shrugged. “It helped me to become independent.”
“Is that why you’ve never been in a longterm relationship?” She asked. He looked at her with surprise. Kaya shrugged. “Beth, Dana, and I talk.”
“About me?”
“Stop trying to change the subject,” she lectured. “I don’t know, I just imagine it’s hard to commit to a whole stranger when your own parents couldn’t even commit to you.”
His eyes softened on her. “It was.”
Kaya’s smile was inevitable around him, she was starting to realize. She also thought of something else. “Have you ever, ya know, talked to anyone about your relationship with your parents?”
“One, there is no relationship. Two, like a therapist? No.”
“Not interested?”
“No time.”
“Sounds like an excuse to me.”
“I’m sorry, are you studying business or psychology?”
She laughed softly. “I—uh, I went to therapy for a little while to help me deal with what happened to my brother but also—” Kaya hesitated but eventually decided to be honest about this much. “I wanted to have a total hysterectomy.” She looked down, fingers scraping against her thighs. “To make sure that I could never get pregnant.”
Chris had a feeling he already knew what her explanation would be, but he still had to ask. “Why?”
She lifted and dropped one shoulder. “I felt—I felt like I didn’t deserve to be a mom and the right thing to do was to make sure I never was.” Kaya looked off, starring at the artwork on the adjacent wall. “Thankfully, the GYN I went to at the time convinced me to talk to someone before I made such a drastic decision at a young age, and clearly it worked.” She motioned to her upper left arm. “I settled for the implant.”
He thought about what she was sharing, what he was sharing. Never had he been so open about his family situation with anyone, let alone someone he was seeing. Though Chris knew he had to admit, to himself and aloud, that his relationship with Kaya was more than anything he’d ever been in.
And she meant way more to him than anyone before her.
“And now?” He urged. Chris always imagined himself being a father someday, not necessarily anytime soon. In the latter side of the future. He wasn’t so sure anymore, however. “How do you feel about kids?”
Kaya had similar sentiments. Growing up, she loved pretending to be a mom, her baby dolls representing the kids she would certainly have one day. But then it happened, and everything changed. Therapy, however, was a great help. It helped her think not so much about current feelings but more how much they could change. How much they did change.
“I would love to be a mom someday,” she whispered and smiled softly. “Can you imagine it? A mini me.”
Chris chuckled. “God forbid she takes after your personality.”
“Well, she certainly wouldn’t be better off taking after yours.” Once again, her words betrayed her. Kaya was getting fed up with the verbal vomit that always seemed to occur whenever she was around Chris.
That didn’t mean she missed the way his eyes momentarily lit up at her unintended admission.
“Oh,” Kaya cleared her throat. Once again, the conversation was going down a lane she hadn’t meant to turn on. “I forgot to check.” Kaya grabbed her phone and quickly maneuvered to Tik Tok, mouth dropping.
“Holy shit.”
“What?”
Not only had she garnered thousands of new followers, but she had just as many comments on her video. Kaya went to her profile and nearly dropped her phone when she realized she was a couple hundred followers away from 100K.
“These people need lives,” she murmured to herself, turning around and walking toward Chris. Without thinking twice about it, she settled herself onto his lap. “What’s so interesting about me?”
“You’d be surprised,” he spoke into her shoulder, arms secured around her body.
Kaya, still shocked, managed to check the comments and cheered in triumph. “Told you!” Chris eyes landed on her phone where he read some of the comments, immediately rolling his eyes.
“Young people.”
“Is your pride so big you can’t even admit you were wrong?”
“You asked a generation of people who think partaking in challenges where they swallow Tide Pods is exhilarating,” he pointed out. “Forgive me if I don’t exactly respect the legitimacy of their veracity.”
Kaya paused. “Maybe you have a point.” She sighed quietly and sat back against his chest, continuing to scroll through the comments. “But, I’m still right.”
He shook his head and danced his fingers against her stomach. Kaya swallowed. She wondered what he was thinking about, though she had a good idea.
Kaya shifted in his lap, pulling down her notifications, when she sat up and gasped again.
“What now?”
Nia had responded. Eager, Kaya quickly swiped to open it only for a frown to form.
Since when do you post Tik Toks without me?
Kaya was immediately upset. She’d been honest with Nia, apologizing for how her behavior may have hurt her best friend, asking to make amends and what she needed to do to make things right.
Only to be rewarded with that sort of reply?
Anger replaced patience as she started to type out a smartass reply only for the three dots to appear. Kaya anxiously awaited for the message to arrive, and a minute later, it did.
Don’t worry about it. Do you. Imma do and finally take care of me.
Nia and Kaya had gotten into arguments before, but never like this and certainly not over a man. Initially, Kaya felt bad, wondering if she had let her relationship with Chris get to her head, but after reading this text, she realized that she had nothing to feel bad about.
Nia was the one who was acting ridiculous, and Kaya hadn’t a clue what she meant by “finally taking care of herself,” but she couldn’t be bothered.
She had so many other things to consume her mind and time with.
As if on cue, another notification chimed, but this one made her stomach curl.
It was a reminder from an unheard voicemail message.
“Are you alright?”
Kaya looked back at him and remembered he’d been patiently waiting to see what was wrong.
Forcing her mask back on, “Nothing, just stupid female drama.” Kaya lifted herself from his lap. “I’ll be back. I forgot to put my satin wrap on.”
“The bonnet?”
“No,” she groaned. “That’s the hat one. This one lays my edges.”
Chris shook his head and placed his glasses back on. “Women.”
Laughing, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it.
Kaya hopped up on the corner and nervously bounced her leg up and down. She already knew what he was going to say. It was the same thing he’d been trying to speak with her about for months. Truthfully speaking, she expected him to give up, to move on, to let her go. Clearly, he could not do that. And to his credit, she figured it was because of all the time they’d spent together. He’d grown fond of her, and she hated that.
She hated that he couldn’t just let it go, let her go.
“Fuck,” she muttered. Kaya leaned over to turn on the faucets, hoping to drown out the noise, even if she did plan to listen to it without the aid of speaker.
Sending up a quick prayer, she opened her voicemails and hit play, lifting it to her ear. Her heartbeat was a mile a minute.
“Kaya, it’s me again. I know this is still your number because your voice is still on the message.” She made a mental note to change it to the automatic setting. “I know it’s been a couple months, and I know you said your decision was final, but I beg of you to give it some more thought. There is still time, and if we restart trea—”
Kaya ripped the phone from her ear, the case knocking against the granite counter. Feeling by her eyes, she looked at the wetness on her fingers and scowled. Without hesitation, she deleted the voicemail.
She couldn’t—she would’t do this again. He clearly did not understand nor respect boundaries. The decision was not his to make. It never was. It was hers, and she’d made it. His inability to accept that was his problem, not hers.
Locking her phone, she hopped down and turned around, planting her hands on the granite as she stared at her reflection.
“You’re fine,” she spoke to herself. It was a habit she’d started a while ago, even if it was a lie. It provided her a sense of false comfort. “You’re okay.” Her voice cracked despite her tenacity to remain firm in her choice. “You’re gonna be—”
“Kaya.”
She jumped, staring at the door. Realizing the water was still running, she shut it off. “Yes?”
“Did you order room service again?”
The tone of his question and the irritation in it gave her a much needed smile. She hurriedly wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath. Kaya swung the door open and plastered on a smile.
“Of course.” A beat. “Wanna share?”
Fine.
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A/N: There was definitely foreshadowing for a couple of things that are going to occur in upcoming chapters, one of which happens in the next one. What did you catch?
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Alternate Reality
A/N- it's here! Finally 🥵 that Thor and Chris Hemsworth Man-Sandwich I was telling you about, inspired by @mostly-marvel-musings Threesome Fic ⬅️⬅️
Summary- You don't care how or why it's happened but all of your dreams are about to come true when your boyfriend and his alternate universe clone are in the same room together.
Word count- 3,112k
Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X You X Thor
Warnings- Swearing, smut, smut and more smut
18+ only!
Posted: 14th June 2021
Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires
@swaggysposts @skyfullofsong123
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"What the actual…" Your trial of thought disappears as you watch the huge ring of light appear in the middle of your living room. Chris wraps his arms around you instinctively, as you both stare dumbfounded. The place on the other side of the ring looks different, where ever it was it definitely wasn't here. The funny thing is, you knew what these rings were and who was in control of them but how could that be? They're fictional characters from a movie your boyfriend starred in.
You're proved wrong, when the God of Thunder himself steps through the ring and into your dimension. The very same God of Thunder that Chris stars as, surely this is a dream conjured up by your sick imagination. The tall, broad God looks exactly the same as Chris with the exact same characteristics he portrayed in the movie. You pinch yourself just to check you weren't dreaming, screwing your eyes shut and opening them again a couple of times while Chris stares, completely lost for words.
"Is there something in your eyes?" Thor asks in the exact same voice you were expecting to hear, a look of amusement in his eyes at your reaction.
"Wait, what the fuck? You're real?" You ask.
"I am from an alternative Universe to yours, I have been sent here to gather information from you." Thor says nonchalantly, pulling his eyes away from you and looking to Chris.
"From me? But I'm just an actor, I don't even understand how this is real." Chris says, his eyes blown wide with shock.
"We want to know how the infinity war happened here so we can plan our moves and ultimately win."
"We, who's we?" 
"I have been sent by the Wizard, err I mean Doctor Strange."
"Of course you have, of course you're all real." Chris takes a minute to compose himself, running his hand through his hair and sighing heavily. "Fuck mate, you don't want to know how it worked out in the end." Chris paces the room, trying to make sense of everything that's happening.
"Yes we do, any information we can acquire may be able to help us defeat Thanos." 
"How do you know that it will play out the same way as it did in the movies?" Chris enquires, stopping on the spot to look at Thor.
"We don't but we are willing to try anything." You can see a note of anguish on Thor's face, knowing how the movie pans out you can take a guess at what he's thinking about.
"Y/N why are you so quiet?" Chris turns away from Thor, looking over at you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed.
"Just trying to focus my attention else where and not on the fact there's two of you stood right in front of me." 
"There's not two of us, this guys some sort of clone." 
"I believe I am a lot older than you, therefore you are the clone." Thor corrects Chris, looking rather happy with himself.
"Yeah you look it mate. You've got a lot more wrinkles around your eyes." You focus on the childish behaviour, hoping it would stop the images of the two of them running around your mind, naked. That maybe just maybe it would put you off slightly but who are you kidding? There's two of him, here in front of you and one of them is a literal god. You remember all the fantasies you had while Chris was filming Thor, begging him to bring his costume home so he could fuck you as Thor. Now the actual Thor is here as well as Chris, it couldn't get any better.
"Why don't you just slap your dicks out and measure them while you're at it." You slap your hand over your mouth, surprised that you'd actually spoken out loud. Both of them turning to look at you equally surprised.
"What?" You question innocently. "You can't tell me you're not at least a little bit curious to know if your cocks are the same size? I know I am." 
"I'd be more than happy to show you, my sweet." Thor mutters under his breath folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame. His statement not quite going unnoticed by Chris when he glares at him before shooting daggers back at you.
"Are you enjoying this?" Chris asks, his voice oozing possessiveness.
"Oh, more than you'll ever know." You smile smugly. "You don't know how long I've had this actual fantasy, only it's not quite going how I planned." 
"You've fantasised about fucking other men?" 
"No not over men, just you… Times two." You shrug your shoulders.
"And how exactly does this fantasy play out in your mind?" They both look curious, forgetting about their arguments for a minute, Thor standing straight waiting intently.
"Do you really have to ask?" You say slyly feeling super confident and ready to make your move. I mean it's not everyday your going to be faced with this situation, you need to make the most of it. "Why don't I show you?" 
"I am not opposed to this." Thor perks up eagerly, puffing out his broad chest.
"You don't get a say." That death-glare aimed at Thor again "and I'm not quite sure how I feel about this." 
"Relax baby, it's not like big man over here is here to stay. It's a one time deal. Besides if you fulfil my fantasies I'll be more than happy to fulfil yours." Chris thinks about it for a second while you run your hands over his thick shoulders, loosening him up. You pull his face down to reach yours, open mouthed kisses taking away any thoughts he had.
You open one eye, spying Thor in your peripheral checking out your curves with a sly, lustful look in his eye. You catch his hand in yours pulling him behind you where he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into him and planting wet kisses down the side of your neck. A tiny moan muttered into Chris' mouth makes his eyes flutter open. Anger flaring in his eyes at the sight of Thor's hands all over you.
"Listen, if we're doing this. I'm in charge. You got it, space punk?" Chris reaches over you to poke his finger in to Thor's chest.
"I think the lady should be in charge, not you nor I and she does not seem to be protesting against this." Thor turns you around to face him, one hand guiding your face to his open, eager lips.
"No, her lips are mine." Chris pulls you back from Thor, your lips still pursed needily.
"For fuck sake Chris, I am not an object. Listen, Chris I love you. Let's just play nice ok?" You grab their hands, pulling them both in front of you. The sight of them together makes you unwillingly gasp, your pussy clenching.
"Exactly." Thor smiles smugly.
"And Thor, stop winding him up. Let me take the lead." You reach up to kiss Chris first, making sure to satiate his jealousy while he wraps his arm around your lower back protectively. "Love you." You remind him before pulling away and moving to Thor.
Standing in front of the God of Thunder you search his face, trying to find any subtle differences. Apart from a couple of scars on Thor's face, they were identical. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he watches you, his hands twitching by his side, desperate to get a hold of you.
You move closer to him. Exploring his face with your hands before taking his bottom lip in your teeth, the seductive smile that appears makes your nervousness ebb away. Lust taking over as you kiss him deeply, finding that difference you were looking for. The kiss, not better and not worse just different. And the taste, he doesn't taste like Chris, he has an otherworldly taste you have never experienced before. It tastes like sin, like you're cheating and your stomach flips at the thought.
"Do you like what you see?" Thor asks after you pull away, not wanting to linger on the kiss for too long with Chris watching.
"Of course, you're beautiful." He smiles back at you, a twinkle in his eyes. There's an immediate connection with the two of you, an enigmatic connection that you're not willing to dive further into right now.
"Hey." Chris pouts, the intimacy between you and Thor making him feel pushed out.
"Babe, you're identical." You roll your eyes. "He's you, you're him." You point between the two of them. The puppy dog look in Chris's eyes completely contradicts the growing erection in his shorts.
"Yeah but…" Chris tries to protest before you cut him off, not giving him chance to ruin this for you.
"Just shush and take off your shorts." That stops him in his tracks, his eyes growing wide, a moment of lust flashing before them.
"What are you laughing at? You too." You say to Thor.
"Wait a minute, why are we stripping and you're still completely dressed?" Thor asks, while hastily unbuttoning his trousers.
"Now that is something we agree on, come here."
Your two favourite men, the best looking men in at least two dimensions, work in tandem to remove your clothes. The touch of Thor's fingertips to the nape of your neck sends shivers down your spine, an electrical current running through your veins. Your heart beating impossibly fast as you finally get your own way.
Chris kneeling on one knee to slowly pull down your shorts and panties. His thumb hooked in either side as he takes his time revealing your pussy, the pussy that is usually all his. Now he's come to terms with your desires and he's ready to take it in turns blowing your mind. On cue, Thor's hands move lower down your back, his fingers trailing a path down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lifting your top over your head, Thor's hands fall back to your breasts. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he takes your nipples between his fingers. Your mouth left agape as you feel the warmth of his breath against your neck, at the same time as Chris's fingers spread on your stomach, clutching as his thumb presses against your clit making you moan deeply.
You almost lose control, your legs going weak as you hear Thor groan at the sound of your pleasure, quiet enough for only the two of you to hear. Your body on fire already with the feel of two pairs of hands tweaking your senses into overload. Your body jerking with every oversensitive touch.
Thor moves your hair to the side, biting gently on your neck as Chris' tongue takes over his thumb. The tip circling slowly over your bundle of nerves making your legs buckle completely, falling back into Thor, his body holding up your weight as he moves backwards towards the bed and sits down on the end of it. Chris moving with you, still on his knees at the foot of the bed. The feel of Thor's huge cock pressing against your bare ass is too much and you need to feel it, you need it inside of you.
No longer bickering they finally fall into a rhythm, content on accomplishing the same goal. Giving you as much pleasure as possible and it's driving you wild.
Thor holds your legs open, giving Chris better access to your dripping folds. Your head resting against Thor's shoulders as Chris' fingers curl up inside of you, when you moan it drives them both frantic with lust. The same desires and turn on's as well as the same looks. An unspoken bond between you all.
Thor's uneven breath on your neck, his beating heart against your shoulder blade and Chris' unrelenting fingers stroking against your spot - push you over the edge. As you cry out, arching against Thor's swollen cock, his thumb reaches down to your bundle of nerves - the pressure unbearable - working as a team to pull another orgasm from you. The sound of them both groaning as their fingers drive you into another realm of pleasure, grinding against Thor as your moans become feral. Your arousal dripping around Chris' fingers, his eyes pooled with need.
Thor stops to pull down his pants, lifting you up and onto his cock. The angle making you groan like a dying animal as he stretches your walls deliciously. Your face screwed into a ugly expression as you watch Chris stand, freeing his cock from his own pants and guiding it to your mouth.
Your mouth eagerly open, waiting for it to be filled with your loves huge, smooth cock, dripping with that sweet precum. Hardly noticing the ache in your thighs as you bounce yourself on Thor's cock while he rests back on to his hands watching your ass jiggle with every movement.
The sight of Chris watching you get fucked pulls you over once more, the look of lust in his eyes as you savagely take his cock in your mouth as Thor ruins your pussy. The fact Thor looks just like him is like watching himself fuck you, like some fucked up porn but he loves it. He loves it way more than he thought he would, grunting with every jerk of your hand and twist of your mouth. Your tongue swirling around his tip as he twitches inside of your mouth.
"Spit on it." Thor says his voice so deep and laced with need as he eases out of you, lifting you effortlessly into the air while he lays back down on the bed.
"What?" 
"Spit on my cock." You do as your told without delay. Drenching him in even more lubrication.
Chris waits anxiously, handling his own dick with gritted teeth as he watches Thor positioning himself at your tight hole. Squeezing himself between your cheeks slowly, waiting patiently for you to become accustomed to the size of his cock. You suck in air between your teeth, your body defying you as it tries to push his cock back out but you want it, you want it so fucking bad.
You take his cock, you take it so well and he gives you more, he gives you it all until he's balls deep in your ass. You spread your legs open wide, an invitation for Chris to join in the fun and he doesn't hesitate. Holding onto your knees while he pushes himself into your pussy. You feel so full, your eyes hooded with arousal, the feel of two cocks inside of you at the same time from the men you desire most. 
Chris unable to hold back any longer, thrusts into you, pushing you back into Thor, his hands holding you by the waist as he begins bucking you up slowly. The pleasure is indescribable, unlike anything you have ever experienced before. You're pretty sure this is what heaven feels like, a whirlwind of pure bliss as your holes are filled so tightly. 
Chris' fingers gripping into your knees as Thor's fingers grasp your waist, they fall into the perfect rythym which isn't suprising. Their cocks entering and retreating all at the same time until the pressure builds immediately, your body jerking with powerful gusto, your legs shaking uncontrollably. You scream and I mean scream as your body comes undone, gripping around their cocks as you cum, a gutteral moan leaving your lips afterwards.
Thor pushes you forward as he chases his own release, the tight grip around his cock making it inevitable. The same time Chris pounds into your pussy, your body leaking juices consistently. Knocking your languid body backwards and forwards which each incredulous thrust from the two sex gods.
Your mind blank, your eyes blurred with the hedonistic pleasure coursing through you. You don't ever want it to end, you want to stay lost in this state of arousal forever but at the same time your body can not take it anymore, the whole thing has been like one neverending orgasm.
You've lost count of the amount of times you've cum, one after the other until your no longer sure of your name or even where you are. Your mind consumed with pure satisfaction. 
They're both grunting in synchronisation as they finally release at the same time, pushing into you with one last powerful thrust making you spiral out of control. The feel of their mighty load shooting inside of your holes makes you scream again, your cum spilling out and dripping down, pooling beneath you.
Your mind is still consumed, no coherent words can be spoken when you fall backwards on to Thor, rolling to the side of him and pulling Chris down with you. You all lay panting on the bed, smiles plastered on all of your faces. Smiles you're pretty sure aren't going to leave you for a very long time. That is until the ring appears back in your bedroom and reality sets in.
You can't stay in the state of satisfaction for any longer and you're likely never to feel this amount of pleasure ever again. Thor has to leave and it makes you emotional, you'd built a connection with him in such a short space of time and you weren't ready to let go yet.
"Don't go, please." You manage to string together the words as you pull on his arm.
"I'm sorry, I have to." Thor says, you can hear the sadness in his voice. Chris doesn't speak, he lets you have your moment. Reaching up to kiss his lips fevently, his hands tangling into your hair as he returns the kiss just as deeply. Dreading having to pull away from him and watch him leave but he does. He pulls away, your fingertips losing grip as he looks back over his shoulder before stepping into the ring. Gone forever.
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"What did you find out?" Strange asks Thor immediately upon his return.
"Oh." 
"What do you mean, oh?" 
"I erm… Didn't get any information." His mind is consumed with you, his mission has failed but he doesn't care.
"You will have to go back." Doctor strange declares, anger and frustration laced in his voice.
"I will go back as many times as you wish." He smiles triumphantly, maybe he will have to keep thinking of reasons to be sent back to you.
"What exactly did you do while you were gone?" Strange asks. Thor doesn't answer, instead his thoughts drift away, the memories replaying in his mind like a movie. 
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marvelswwe · 7 days ago
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I think I'm going to start a series called the comic book spotlight, where I'll highlight MCU characters powers and how their origin looks.🤔
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lokislastlove · 7 days ago
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Strawberry Moonlight (Dark Thor x Reader) Complete
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Summary: You get invited to be your friends date to a lavish Masquerade.
Warnings: Non-con and Rape; Smut; Oral (fr); fear kink; heights; public sex.
This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!
Chapter 1 
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3 
Chapter 4 
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lokislastlove · 7 days ago
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Strawberry Moonlight (Dark Thor x Reader) p.3
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Summary: You get invited to be your friends date to a lavish Masquerade.
Warnings: Non-con and Rape; Smut; Oral (fr); fear kink; heights; public sex.
This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!
Chapter 3:
Small lanterns light the way through the lines of rose bushes, their soft sweet sent fills your nostrils and brings a smile to your face. If only you could see this place during the day. You passed under a long stretch of archways dripping in flowers and vines, all trimmed to perfection. You hope whoever tends to this garden is paid well because this place is a work of art.
You smile when you turn a corner and see what you had been looking for. There was a small circular courtyard with a few curved benches along the edges and two well lit statues on either side of the opening leading into the hedge maze. Your feet crunch as you walk through the gravel courtyard.
The statue on the left was a large bear standing on its hind legs, giant claws ready to strike. The statue on the right was of two huge snakes wrapped around each other in with one devouring the other. Odd, but lovely craftsmanship.
With a deep breath you step into the maze. You wander around, trying to keep track of which paths you have already taken. The tops of the hedges stand high above you, at least seven feet tall. The aisles are narrow, barely wide enough for two people to stand shoulder to shoulder. After meeting several dead ends the frustration, isolation, and claustrophobia begins to ware on you. You are well and truly lost for the second time this evening and you wonder why you hadn’t just joined the rest of the party.
“Shit,” you groan as you come around a corner to yet another dead end.
You turn to go back grumbling to yourself about the point of these things when you hear a noise on the other side of the hedge.
“Hello?” You call.
Nothing.
“Is someone there? Can you help me?” You shout, the panic you had been trying to suppress bleeding into your voice.
You quickly try to run back and peek around the corner where you thought the noise may have come from but you are met with more vegetation.
“Oh god, now I’m going crazy” you bemoan.
You continue on down a new path, this one is long and straight, definitely haven’t been this way. Your fingers brush along the soft leaves as you walk but you freeze when you hear the snap of a twig behind you. You look over your shoulder and see a tall, suited, masked figure at the end of the lane.
“Loki?” You ask hopefully, squinting through the darkness.
You step toward the man and take in more details while he stands there, watching you. Although he is a similar height, the moonlight gives away his lighter hair and his broad, muscular physique. His shoulders take up nearly the entire width of the path, giving him an intimidating quality.
“Hi, sorry. I came in here looking for Loki, I kind of got lost… do you know the way out of here?” You ask taking a hesitant step closer.
He stood there, still as a statue. And the longer he stays silent the more your hope dissolves into anxiety. The realization hitting you slowly that you are alone and lost in this maze with a very large stranger. You stop moving towards him and your hands clutch nervously at your dress. He tilts his head to the side and you hear him chuckle lowly.
“How unlike my brother to let a poor maiden wander the maze all alone” his voice is deep like Loki’s, but not nearly as smooth.
“You’re Loki’s brother?” You clarify, the information relaxing you slightly.
“Mm. I have not seen him all night, and now I know why” he chuckles darkly.
You shuffle uncomfortably at his suggestion, Loki had been kind, a bit peculiar to be sure, but charming.
“Can you get me out of here? I’m afraid I’m not as clever as I thought,” you try to change the subject.
“This way m’lady,” he gestured to the path behind him.
“Thank you,” you say gratefully walking toward him.
You near him but he doesn’t budge, forcing you to sidle between him and the corner of the hedge. You stiffen as your ass brushes against him and you hurry to regain some comfortable distance as you mumble an embarrassed apology.
It unnerves you that you can’t see his face and you clear your throat before asking which way next. He continues to lead you with short directions or gestures when you look to him but otherwise he stays mostly monosyllabic. Answering your polite attempts at conversation as simply as possible. You can’t help but wish Loki were here.
Having been in both men’s presence you conclude that although Loki and his brother are both considerably large men, imposing in their own way, Loki’s felt more palatable, even desirable when mixed with his charm and confidence. But this man, Thor, he introduced himself as, seems the exact opposite. His confidence comes off arrogant and only helps to sharpen his daunting presence. If only he showed you his face, it might make him less frightening. Instead, you remain lost with the predatory visage of a lion staring back at you.
Finally you turn to see an archway that leads to an open space and you feel the tension in your body lesson slightly.
“Oh thank god,” you breath lowly.
Thor chuckles behind you, having gotten steadily closer to you in the past few minutes, and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
“Thank you for your help,” you smile at him as you try to hold back from sprinting away from him.
He says nothing and watches as you turn back and head for the exit, following behind you leisurely. You step through the arch and fight the bile that bubbles in your stomach as you look upon a round stone tower about three stories high, an iron stair case spiraling around the exterior leading to the roof. He had brought you to the center of the maze.
You try to quiet the rising panic as you turn to face him, ready to act as though this is just some simple mistake.
“I thought you were taking me to the exit?” You keep your voice steady.
“Did I? I don’t remember saying that,” he shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest, blocking the entrance behind him.
“I thought you’d like to see what lies at the end, only a lucky few have made it this far” his deep voice amplifying the harrowing effect of the mask.
“I – It is lovely, but I really need to be getting back to my friend,” you state shakily.
“You mean you wish to find my brother?” He teases.
“I – no. I –“ you stutter.
“You wear his favor,” he says tapping his own mask, “he did give that mask to you, did he not?” He questions as he takes a step toward you.
“Yes, but I – “ you try to argue.
“Yes,” he confirms, “it is a rare thing indeed to make such a notable impression on my brother. You must be something special,” he reasons with another long step closer.
You shake your head, you want to deny it. There is nothing special about you, besides if Loki was so fond of you why did he disappear? You find yourself stepping away as Thor moves closer, his hands clasped behind him, though it does little to make him less menacing.
“I do wonder, my lady, what you had been hoping would happen when you entered this place, all alone, in pursuit of my brother,” he questions darkly, his voice deep but still dripping with cruel delight.
“I’m going to go,” you quaver and grip your dress so you can proceed past him and back into the maze.
He side steps to block your way with a low chuckle.
“Now now, you haven’t even seen the best part,” he objects.
“I’ve seen enough, I’d like to go now,” you say pointedly, looking up to his mask, close enough now that you can see the blue of his eyes.
He looms over you. You listen to his heavy breaths under the mask and try your best not to cower away. He stares at you for a moment longer, both of you locked in some sort of competition to see who would break first. Suddenly he laughs, lighter and more genuine than you’d heard so far.
“Alright, alright. How about a deal? You accompany me to the top of the tower and take in the marvelous view and then I will show you the way out of the maze” he offers, extending his hand for you to take.
“Or I leave now and make it out myself” you retort.
“Be my guest,” he laughs stepping aside, presenting the entrance to you. “But I expect you would be out quicker if you join me, than if you wander idly on your own again.”
You think it over and close your eyes with a huff. Why do rich men have to be so insufferable. You decide to concede to his request but come up with one of your own.
“Fine, but can you take off the mask? Its making me uncomfortable” you cross your arms and try not to sound meek.
He brings his hand up without a word and takes off the lion mask. He tosses it without a care and you look at his face for the first time. He is as handsome as his brother, but in a more rugged way. His blond beard fails to hide the chiseled jawline and full pink lips that twist into a devilish smirk.
“Better?” He asks, his blue eyes catch the white moonlight and you swear that they almost glow.
“Thank you,” you nod stiffly and turn to head for the tower.
He follows closely behind you, even offering to carry you up the stairs.
“Wouldn’t want you to slip in those shoes,” he banters, his hand grazing yours as you reach for the iron railing.
“I’m fine,” you return shortly, picking up your pace to get away from him.
You feel his eyes burn into your backside as he ushers you ahead of him. You have the skirt of your dress bunched up in one hand, exposing quite a bit of your leg. You try to make sure not to accidentally hike it too far up as you teeter in your heels on the uneven steps.
You finally reach the top, your breathing is slightly elevated and your ankles are aching. There is a large telescope fixed in the center of the roof and the floor is littered with textured cushions and blankets. You feel your stomach flip, had you been with the other Odinson brother you may have mistaken it for excitement.
But as you watch Thor step toward you, your heart thumps against your chest and the urge to fight flairs within you. He stops in front of you, his cocky expression putting you on edge, and turns to the telescope. He looks into the eye piece and adjusts some of the knobs before pulling away and looking back to you.
“Did you know that we are celebrating under a Strawberry Moon?” He asks lowly.
“What?” You breathe, the intimacy of the situation makes you fidget nervously.
“June’s full moon is called a Strawberry moon, marking the time of year when the sweetest berries would ripen,” he explains huskily, his lip twitching as he quiets.
After a brief peek at the full moon overhead you look back at him, eyeing him nervously.
“It’s beautiful” you agree, “can we head back now?”
“I have always loved Strawberries,” his voice rumbles as his eyes roam your body hungrily.
The way he is looking at you makes your chest clench and your body tense and you grab at your skirt, taking a hesitant step back.
“I’ll bet you are just as sweet,” Thor growls and lets his tongue poke out, wetting his lower lip before biting it.
“Please, just take me back now” you shudder as you cower under the sheer size of him looming over you.
He chuckles darkly, flashing you his toothy grin as he shakes his head at you. Your eyes dart around at the small rooftop, your only way out is down the stairs but he’d definitely catch you before you could get too far.
“Come on, lil’ Strawberry,” he coos. “Give me a taste,” he reaches out and grabs your upper arm dragging you closer to him.
You drop your skirt and try to hit his chest, ducking away from his attempts at kissing you. He grabs both of your upper arms and pulls you against him easily. Even with your hands and feet free his grip is overpowering and locks you in place. You turn your head away and his lips meet your cheek, making him growl into your skin in frustration.
He shakes you and tries again, forcing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. You grunt in disgust and bring your hands up to claw at his abdomen. He pokes his tongue out and tries to force it between your lips and you bite his lower lip in retaliation.
He pulls back with another growl and licks at the injured lip. He laughs at your angry expression before humming in apparent delight.
“Ok then, let’s play rough,” he threatens as he spins you away from him and you fly into the railing.
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