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𝓒𝓗. 𝓘 — [𓅘𓏏] (‘𝓷𝓗𝓽’ | 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻, 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu hasn’t blessed a child’s conception in centuries. a sincere young woman afflicted by unfortunate circumstances manages to turn his head. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 9.4k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ um...hello. not me sliding into the pigeon-fucker category at light-speed after hearing his voice the first time. (lying. it’s totally me.) ⤏ this fic was inspired by half-asleep musings at how khonshu would interact with a child, and it quickly devolved from there into a series of vignettes that has given me much more serotonin than a literal mummified birdman should ever have the right nor ability to. ⤏ he’ll definitely be ooc but that’s only because this is the version of khonshu that lives rent free in my brain. (also I promise this ri is not a crybaby. just a lot of shit happens at first and it gets a lot worse before it gets better. plus hormones are a bitch.) ⤏ enjoy. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

Khonshu did not typically observe mortals with whom he had no direct interaction; his avatars were normally the only ones to whom he would speak, and he was invisible to the rest of humanity without expending precious energy to project himself fully into the physical realm. It was easiest on nights when the moon was fullest—but even still, doing so cost power he could scarcely afford to waste, given his separation from the rest of the Ennead and their shared domain. He mostly turned his attention to more important matters than the mundanity of common people who did not need his protection.

Not many mortals, especially outside of Egypt, knew about the Ennead in the present day, and even fewer knew about himself and what he represented—a comparatively microscopic fraction of those actually believed in the Ennead anymore outside strictly academic study, as advanced as their science and reason had become in light of faith towards the intangible powers that were. Thus Khonshu received very little power from the mortals themselves; it was partly why his semi-coalescent state appeared as deteriorated as it did. Relying upon the moon from which to draw his power was taxing at best, and the lack of devotion certainly didn't help.

Threads of dedication bound him to those precious few who did indeed call upon his name for the blessings he offered—protection was the most common, as scarce as it was, and vengeance often spurred him (and thus his avatar) to immediate action when his devoted faithful were wronged in any way. The tethers remained dormant most of the time and Khonshu was quick to address them whenever they did reawaken. New threads would appear occasionally, usually in the passing down of tradition from a parent to a child.

It was this reason that made the prayers of the faithful—even those ignorant to their intentions—that much more potent. It gave him an influx of power that he could scarcely contain, lasting for days at a time. Even passing, thoughtless, lofted pleas for assistance with no specific designation towards their recipient caught his attention. Often he blessed them because no other lunar deity would, too prideful to lay claim to the nameless, half-minded prayers. Khonshu had little other choice.

It was in this way that he found you—by pure, unanticipated happenstance.

The whisper tugged at him, nudging against his greater consciousness like the brush of a hand along his spine. The night was waning, the moon was beginning to descend as the sun caused the edges of the horizon to blush, and his avatar trudged through the balcony entrance to collapse face-first, already half-asleep, into the rumpled bed. The armor dissipated with the quietest susurrations of gauze over flesh, and that designated portion of Khonshu's power returned to him in a steady trickle. He ignored the sound at first, forcing the sliding glass door shut and locking it with short, pronounced gusts of air—this human would get killed from negligence, he knew, due to insufferable forgetfulness. It would serve Khonshu little good to have another avatar die so soon after the last, and this neighborhood wasn't the safest.

The weeping was what turned his head.

Plaintive, sincere heartache thrummed along the link steadily winding around his inner being, like white flaxen thread, coiling tighter and tighter until Khonshu could no longer ignore it—not quite sound, but vibrations that resonated like the echo of the more acute feelings stifled by distance. It was a fist lodged inside his chest, clenching, unyielding even while shaky, measured breaths passed through a clamped throat.

Khonshu slipped out of his tentative, semi-physical state, leaving his avatar to sleep the precious few hours before the day's work would begin, and followed the inexorable draw all the way across the Atlantic in the blink of an eye. London stood tall and winked in the clinging dark, midnight cast in a silvery hue from the moonlight streaming down from between the murky, gray clouds. The crescent moon was nearly spilling with light, full in its glow. The majority of the city was sleeping, but he could sense the nocturnal portion of the population still active in different pockets. Khonshu descended where the thread grew taught, settling upon the roof's edge of a hospital's side building, knee propping the arm curled around his staff as the other leg dangled. Ambulances wailed at his back closer to the reception for the ER and EMTs shouted at each other about the unfortunate victim of an automobile accident, but he paid them no mind. The perpetrator had been negligent, and those inside the opposing vehicle he'd struck with his own were only mildly rattled.

Out in the parking lot of the laboratory, the streetlights scarcely illuminated the scarce amount of vehicles scattered around the tarmac. He tipped his head down to peer into a vehicle that looked too old to be road-worthy, the paint faint and peeling, the tires bald and dry. He sat at such an angle that the driver's arms and lap were plainly visible, but her face was hidden. He focused on her trembling hands, the crumpled sheet clutched in her fingers and the teardrops dampening the paper, and leaned forward. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs that rippled through the tether, one golden-ringed hand lifting to smother the sounds he could only feel spilling from her clenched jaw.

No words were uttered—couldn't be, with the intensity of emotion gripping the young woman—but Khonshu could feel the crests of the tumultuous thoughts inside her mind. Typhoons of grief, cyclones of despair, and shockingly potent spearpoints of self-hatred crested and crashed, making her shake in their wake. He could sense the source of her hysteria without any degree of difficulty, as an image of the hospital's nursery filled with swaddled babes sleeping under warming lamps reared embittered and vile like a viper's bite in the back of her mind.

Her crying intensified in response, unadulterated want squeezing her from the inside, and Khonshu slipped off the edge of the roof to rest on the windowsill one story down to get a closer look.

'Test results negative.'

Ah. Khonshu laid his staff across his lap, arms folding over his thighs. He skimmed through the young woman's immediate memories, humming quietly to himself at the flashes of matrimony, of flying overseas, of making a home. Her husband wanted children more than anything, and she wanted to give them to him—today marked two years of continuous trying. Troubles in her marriage had festered to a breaking point in that time—a rotten combination of occupational complications, interpersonal tensions caused by perceived envy, and constant disappointments—and she was terrified of the looming outcome of the results for this "one last try".

Khonshu watched as she wiped the sticky trails of tears from her cheeks, sucking in a series of deep breaths in an attempt to control her emotions. She folded the damaged sheet carefully, tucking it into her purse in the passenger seat, then turned the key over. The vehicle sputtered and smoked and refused to start.

God, he felt, a punch right to his gut. Can this night get any worse?

Khonshu sensed her pain. A long, unforgiving day in the maternity ward, assisting new mothers in birth, filling in for vacancies made by other nurses who failed to arrive for their shifts by working late into the evening. The nursery used to be her respite, her haven of quiet and calm, but the jealous, caustic streak that had long grown lodged under her rib worsened it all. Receiving the blood test results from the sympathetic, knowing laboratory technician after clocking out had sealed the sarcophagus, so to speak.

He had dealt with many ailing, aspiring mothers throughout time. He had stimulated livestock to produce in times of hardship, and he had promoted many births for just, sincere couples desiring families—countless babes were conceived on nights like this one, with bright crescent moons, many of whom had been named after him in gratitude. It was an ability that had always delighted Tawaret to no end, and she had always thanked him profusely for his contributions—but that was before his banishment. He hadn't much cared for the sponsorship of new lives when so many of them grew up to incur his wrath, and what kindness and mercy he'd once had was limited. His exuberant efforts to better the mortal’s lives had reduced him to a shell of what he'd used to be, and though he still dedicated his existence to protecting the innocents, he had little tolerance for anyone else.

This young woman, however…

Khonshu's fingers tightened around his staff, watching her drop her forehead against the steering wheel and let out a short, shrill shriek of frustration—this he heard, piercing his skull and resonating like a broken, plucked string. He winced and slipped from the building altogether to approach the vehicle in a slow, cautious stride.

The bags under her eyes were startling, dark against the otherwise healthy tone of her skin, and the red streaking in her sclerae proved how long she'd been upset—held tightly in the base of her throat until she'd enclosed herself in the semi-privacy of her vehicle. Her knuckles were white around the steering wheel, her face scrunched into a pitiful, agonized expression.

She was a protector and a healer of those most vulnerable in the night, often taking the late shifts to monitor the health of her newborn charges, as well as their weary, recovering mothers. She was an extension of himself and his dogma, even if she was unaware of it. Perhaps this was why her distress had drawn him so strongly.

Khonshu studied her profile carefully, watching as defeat finally settled into the slump of her frame and the sorrow in her eyes.

"...I don't know what to do anymore," she whispered, and with his proximity, the words struck him like blows from a club despite her being completely ignorant to his presence. "I'm begging—I need some relief. Something. Else I..."

She didn't finish the thought. She didn't have to. She let out a long sigh, shaking her head at herself in evident deprecation.

"What're you even doing?" she murmured, tilting her head back to rest against the seat. "No one listens. No one ever does."

I am now, Khonshu rumbled, raising his palm to obscure the young woman from his vision. Power long untouched lay sleepy and unused in the depths of his wellspring, and he bathed her in it—with her being none the wiser. And I am sorry for the pain you have endured because I failed to do so sooner.

She shivered, perceiving a chill in the air and little else. She tightened her jacket around herself, tried turning the key over again, and relaxed when the vehicle finally cranked to a rattling, sputtering start. Khonshu stood still and watched her drive off, soon merging into the sparse midnight traffic on the main freeway leading towards the interior of the city.

Khonshu heaved a long, heavy sigh, and he uttered not another sound as he slipped back into the metaphysical and disappeared.

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Desperate Measures - Steve Rogers Version

Summary: When an agent is affected by sex pollen and needs assistance, just how helpful will Steve be?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Words: 8.6k (longest fic I’ve ever written!)

Warnings: Smut (lots and lots, seriously), bad language, sort of dub-con due to sex pollen, bit of mutual pining, fluff and romance, definitely NSFW / 18+ only

A/N: This is the porn-with-plot companion fic to Desperate Times. Both can be read as stand-alone stories but can also be read together.

There are two versions of each story so the reader can choose their favourite - Steve or Thor (basic plot and opening text is the same but the rest is totally different). The Thor version can be found here.

All feedback and comments gratefully received. Masterlist is on my bio header.

*****

“Let me out of here. It hurts so much, I just wanna be touched.” You desperately banged a fist on the window of the med-bay quarantine room to get someone to take notice.

Not that that was a problem - the sight of your body, sweat-slicked and naked, pressed against the glass ensured that you had the undivided attention of most of the onlookers on the other side. No, the problem was getting them to give you what you needed. All they did was tell you to relax, that you weren’t in control to know what you were saying, that you would be better alone ‘for your own protection’. Idiots.

“Shouldn’t be watching this. Should not be watching this,” Sam muttered guiltily, trying and failing to find something else to focus on as your fingers slid between your legs in search of relief.

Tony’s eyes never wavered. “Speak for yourself, Birdman, I’m just catching up on what I missed during the flight back.”

Behind them, Steve was attempting to ignore the lewd distractions as he discussed options for treatment with Dr Cho. Easier said than done when the woman he’d been dreaming about for weeks was naked and being ogled by his friends. “OK, that’s the last of the blood samples that Bruce needs to work on the antidote. So what do we do with her in the meantime?” Seeing Thor about to speak, Steve pre-empted him. “Yes, you’ve made it perfectly clear what you’d do with her but that’s not gonna happen.”

Helen Cho’s cheeks warmed at the thought, but she managed to keep her composure. “We won’t have a treatment available for a good while yet and this will take hours to leave her system. I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do except make her as comfortable in her own room as possible and let her work through it in private.”

Steve nodded. “The sooner the better. Let’s move her the same way she got her here. She won’t walk so I’ll carry her.”

There was a cacophony of protests, forcing Sam to raise his voice to be heard above the objections of the others. “Oh sure, Cap, and get another good groping from the naked, sex-crazed hottie while you do. No way, you don’t get to have all the fun.”

“Fine. So none of us can carry her on our own from now on.” Steve held up his hands in defeat, hoping that his disappointment wasn’t too obvious. “What other options do we have? She’s not going to just sit quietly on a gurney to be wheeled down there, anyone who gets close is gonna become her new plaything.”

Thor was still bitter that he’d not been the one to carry you from the jet. “That has never been a problem as far as I’m concerned.”

“Pretending I didn’t hear that,” muttered Helen under her breath. “Could you put her in restraints?”

Hearing the mention of restraints through the glass, you shouted eagerly from your medically-imposed prison. “Yes! Tie me down and fuck me any way you like. Please, I want you to.”

“So that’s one vote in favour of bondage.” The gleeful look on Tony’s face indicated there might actually be two votes. “Any other suggestions?”

*****

In the end, the only solution had been to carry you between them, spreadeagled with the team supporting one limb each. Frustratingly, being man-handled into your bedroom by a team of superhunks sounded a hell of a lot more fun than it actually was. There had been strong hands gripping your body but none of them where you so desperately wanted to be touched, no matter how much you begged and struggled. All attempts to get you dressed, even in underwear, had failed so a sheet had been draped over you, more for their sanity than anything else since there was no point in trying to protect your modesty by now. Wriggling fruitlessly and still pleading for sex, you only caught snippets of the conversations going on around you.

“It isn’t right to leave her alone, she’s asking for help ...”

“... can’t take advantage while she’s under the effects of this Hydra drug.”

“Careful, don’t let her get hold of you. Hold her legs wider apart ...”

“For the love of God, would you stop saying things like that!”

When they’d finally reached your room, you’d tried to beg one last time for someone to stay - for him to stay - but the words had got muddled as another powerful wave of lust had hit. Still, the fact you’d tried to climb Steve like a tree repeatedly and kept having to be dragged off before they could leave should have given them a damn clue.

As they’d finally managed to lay you down on the bed, still making desperate grabby hands at anybody in reach, his eyes had met yours and you’d seen the aching desire you felt reflected, his pupils blown wide. For one glorious moment, it had seemed like he would ignore the advice and stay with you, but Dr Cho had firmly ushered them out. And then you were trapped - alone, in pain and hornier than you ever thought possible.

And now, many unsatisfying climaxes later, you were slumped on the floor of the shower, cool water raining down and mingling with the tears that streaked your face, hardly caring about the cool droplets as they landed on your burning hot body. It wasn’t worth trying to use your toys any more, and even if you had the energy just the thought of hearing the buzz of a vibrator made your head ache. Your skin felt itchy, too tight, like an exposed nerve and nothing you did was enough to give respite. Nothing existed at that moment except the agonising need for sexual relief.

“... wanna come ... ah it hurts ... need to fuck ... please ...”

You barely noticed the sound of Helen’s voice echoing over the comms. Unable to focus on what she was asking through the haze of pain and lust, you kept on mumbling the words like a mantra. You knew it wouldn’t matter anyway - they’d made it extremely clear that no one was going to help you.

Slowly though, the doctor’s voice started to register until a few sentences caught your attention. “You just need to choose - Steve or Thor? Do you want either of them to join you?”

Oh hell yes. Either would be a wet dream come true but you wanted Steve more than anything, had wanted to get close to him for so long. “Yes, ugh yes ... please ... want him so bad .... that ass … those muscles ... oh oh god ... huge arms ... wanna lick ‘em ...”

Helen’s comments faded into the background as thoughts of him filled your mind. Memories of a sparring session a few weeks earlier. Strong hands sliding round your waist, gripping your hips tightly as he manoeuvred your body into an attacking stance. His warm breath tickling your neck as he pressed you against the wall, overwhelming you with his sheer power. Oh, the things you wanted to do to that man. “... looks so fucking good in that blue suit ... wanted to rip it off him ...”

As the memory played out in your head, another bout of desire hit your already-aroused body and the need to be touched overwhelmed everything else. Your eyes closed, losing yourself in your fantasy as your fingers moved lower. “Want his face between my thighs ... those blue eyes looking up at me ... fingers buried, stroking so deep. Tangling my fingers in that beautiful blonde hair ... tongue flicking across my clit ... over and over ... oh fuck ... yes yes ... ” Your voice broke into a shuddering moan as you came, pain numbed by the temporary bliss of release.

A question over the comms pulled you out of your post-orgasmic daze and back to reality. “Who are you talking about?”

Concentrate. You tried one more time to explain what you needed, the extra flood of endorphins helping to clear your mind just enough for you to focus. “Want him pressing me into the bed ... inside me, filling me ... fucking me hard ... so hard ... Steve ...”

As you spoke his name, there was a commotion over comms and the sound abruptly clicked off, giving no indication whether your words had got through or not. Letting out a frustrated sob you stumbled to your feet, barely remembering to turn the shower off, and staggered from the bathroom in the direction of the door, leaving a trail of damp footprints in your wake. Enough was enough. If they hadn’t got the message by now, you’d find a way to escape this goddamn place.

When you reached the door though, there was the unmistakable thud of heavy footsteps in the corridor outside followed by a growl of “Open it or I’ll smash it down” that made your pulse quicken.

As the door slid open you were face to face with a half-naked super-soldier. The top half of his stealth suit was hanging off, the straps and buckles undone or abandoned along the way in his eagerness to reach you and the sight of such muscled perfection was almost more than you could bear. On instinct, your hands shot forward to grab his belt, dragging him into the room. The door hadn’t even swooshed shut again before your bodies moulded together.

Steve’s mind barely registered how he had ended up here, logic and sense momentarily lost to his overwhelming need to taste you, feel you, claim you. Mouths searching for each other hungrily, exploring every available inch of bare flesh in a frantic tangle of limbs as raw passion consumed you both in a fiery blaze. The heat radiating from your feverish body as his hands slid over your skin was a sharp reminder of his current mission though.

Sliding an arm around your waist he manoeuvred you towards the large wooden table at the side of the room, reluctantly breaking contact with your lips and drawing back as he seated you on the edge of it. “I’m here to help you, is that okay?”

You were grabbing at his arms, desperate for his touch. “Yes, god yes, it hurts so much. Want you so bad.”

“You’re sure?” Despite the careful tone of his words, there was no disguising the unbridled lust in his eyes, or the way his gaze travelled over your naked form. His self-control was just barely hanging by a thread.

“I need to come. Make me come.”

Your whimpered plea was all it took for him to comply and with a growl, he surged forwards, powerless to resist. His only thoughts devoted to you and the desire to taste every inch of your body. Eager hands pawed at your breasts, your thighs, your ass, kneading the tender flesh roughly while he travelled along your throat, tongue laving at the delicate skin. Each touch drawing breathless gasps and moans that drove him wild. Dropping his head lower, his lips slid across your collarbone and down the swell of your chest, leaving a glistening trail of open-mouthed kisses in their wake.

In your heightened state of arousal, every sensation was electric, sending a jolt of desire to your core. A single wet flick across your nipple had you trembling, fingers tangling in his hair in the search for the extra stimulation you craved. Two slow circles around your areola, warm breath fanning across the wet skin, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. Three pecked kisses to the pebbled bud and you could barely breathe. Then his mouth closed over the peak and all rational thought was lost, your mind and body succumbing to intense bliss.

Steve sucked hard, pressing a hand to your lower back to keep you close as you arched against him with a wail. Damn you were addictive, every cry you made had his cock straining against the confines of his uniform. He was already fully erect and desperate to be touched, at this rate he knew he wouldn’t last long. Forcing himself to slow down, he relaxed his lips to give softer, rhythmic tugs at your nipple before returning to lap at your flesh, circling with the flat of his tongue whilst his hand slid lower.

You barely noticed the motion of his fingers along your stomach, too focussed on the intense pulses of arousal at your breast. There was no ignoring it though when his hand edged nearer to your soaked core, fingertips brushing your inner thigh and moving upwards, so close to where you needed him most. Tantalising caresses over your labia, perfect and yet nowhere near enough. Desperate for more, you clung to him, hips jerking upwards into his touch as his fingers stroked through the slick arousal pooled between your thighs and finally found your swollen clitoris.

Releasing your nipple from his hot mouth, he pressed a last kiss to the overstimulated bud and turned his attention to your other breast, squeezing and licking the soft flesh. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I got you.”

His fingers rubbed gentle circles to spread your wetness, swiftly building the speed and intensity as your moans increased in volume until he knew you must be close. Moving his thumb to tap lightly on your pearl, he slid two fingers into your dripping core, loving how your silken heat pulsed greedily around them. Plunging deep, stroking and probing. His hot mouth continued its assault on your breast whilst his long fingers curled and searched for the precise spot that made your legs quiver and your eyes roll back in your head. As he stroked your inner walls, he took your nipple between his teeth, nipping firmly, and that was what pushed you over the edge into oblivion. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, collapsing against him with a shuddered cry.

You were in heaven and Steve was right there with you. Seeing your raptured expression, feeling the tremors wracking your body, hearing your whimpers had him achingly hard and leaking in his pants. Still, he wanted to give you more, wanted to make you fall apart again before he gave in to his own needs. While your core still pulsed around his fingers he laid you back on the table and knelt between your legs.

Too far gone, you didn’t even register the cold surface against your heated skin or the way that he ducked to support your thighs on his shoulders. It was impossible to ignore, though, when his thumb was replaced by the wet swirl of his wicked tongue around your clitoris. “St… Steve! Oh my god.”

Before you had a chance to react further, a large hand splayed across your pelvis to pin you down and stop you from squirming away. He looked up at you briefly from between your thighs, pupils blown so wide that the blue was barely visible. “Relax.” Then he dipped his head back down to devour you.

His tongue lapped hungrily, flicking across your sensitive nub over and over. Sucking at your tender flesh whilst his fingers pushed in once more to press and tap against your g-spot. He was insatiable, focussed on giving you another orgasm whilst your mind and body were still reeling from the first. Every lick earned him another desperate moan that drove him crazy. The urge to taste more of you was all-consuming and he withdrew his fingers from your dripping slit and plunged his tongue inside.

You were helpless as hands grasped your ass to keep his face firmly buried in your pussy. There was no respite from the sweet torment and you willingly surrendered yourself to him. Lost to everything but the pleasure he gave you, unable to form words beyond his name. The aching need for release surged through you again as pressure built in your core, the aphrodisiac chemicals in your body and Steve’s tongue quickly taking you to the razor-edge of another climax. Your back arched off the table, fingers scrabbling at the smooth surface for something, anything to hold onto as Steve ate you out like a man possessed.

He probed and thrust in your entrance, eagerly lapping up your juices before licking along your slit with the flat of his tongue, revelling in your helpless moans and whimpers. Alternating between featherlight flicks and strong powerful strokes as he learnt your body’s secrets. Finally, when your trembling thighs clenched tighter around his head to signal you were close, his lips enclosed your throbbing clit and one last hard suckle was all he needed to make you come undone. Groaning in satisfaction as your release gushed into his mouth and you writhed in pleasure against his face, he continued to press gentle kisses to your pulsing core, only stopping when your hand pushed desperately at his forehead.

You squirmed away from him, past the point of overstimulation. “No… stop… too sensitive…”

“Uh, sorry.” The lascivious swirl of his tongue across his lower lip as he moved back from your soaked pussy indicated that he was anything but sorry. The sight of you spread open before him had his cock throbbing, the uniform pants now painfully tight. He swiftly shed his remaining clothing, hissing at the feel of cool air on his engorged flesh.

With your senses rapidly returning, you sat up to observe him. There was so much to admire but your eyes were drawn inexorably to the long, thick cock that bobbed against his stomach, head swollen red and slick with precum.

Your hand reached of its own accord, unable to resist. Slowly, you trailed a delicate fingertip along the prominent throbbing vein along the underside, fascinated by each twitch under your touch. Then you wrapped your fingers around him, loving the feel of it molten-hot and heavy in your palm.

He could barely breathe. All those times he’d imagined this moment and yet his wildest dreams paled in comparison to the reality. So many nights he’d lain in bed imagining it was your soft little hand around his cock instead of his own fist, chasing his release with images of you filling his mind. Every stroke was paradise and his hips jerked forward to push further into your hand. A sudden swirl of your thumb, smearing glistening pre-spend around the swollen head, had him throbbing dangerously though and he reluctantly pulled out of your grip with a shuddered gasp.

He had to be inside you and feel your perfect slick warmth snug around his cock. Pulling your thighs apart with your ass perched on the edge of the table, he stepped closer until his weeping tip grazed your entrance, pausing despite the desperate need coursing through his veins. “I have to hear you say it.”

You almost sobbed with need as you lay back onto the table. “Yes, please yes.”

“I need more, baby. Tell me you want me to do this.”

And then you spoke the words he’d fantasised about for so many weeks.

“Fuck me, Steve.”

He’d always sworn he would take things gently at first, easing slowly into your tight cove, making love to you with languid rolls of his hips as he whispered words of devotion. But with your sweet taste still lingering on his tongue and your lush body in front of him, begging to be taken, raw desire took over. No thoughts in his mind other than one - to fuck your goddamn brains out.

With a growl, he hooked a forearm under your knee to spread you wider and thrust forward sharply to bury himself to the hilt in your eager pussy. Even though you were more than ready for him it was a stretch, your core fluttered wildly as he filled you completely. A brief sting of pain before the pleasure overwhelmed your senses, your cries echoed with his low groan of pure wanton relief. The clench of your velvet-soft heat around him had his cock throbbing and he was harder than he ever thought possible.

The needy grip of your slick walls as he pulled back was overwhelming and his hips jerked forward again to slide back into you, powerless to resist his base need for friction. With a grunt of satisfaction, he paused for a moment once he was sheathed fully, chest heaving with the effort of holding back. Then he let loose. He set a punishing rhythm, fucking you hard and fast. Fingers gripped your waist, deep enough to leave bruises, as he pulled and pushed you onto his cock like a man possessed, determined to have you screaming his name so the entire building would know who you belonged to.

The lewd slap of skin against skin filled the air, punctuated with breathy moans and cries as you both spiralled towards climax. He pounded into you relentlessly, his heavy sac slapping against your ass with every stroke, knocking the breath from your lungs and making your breasts bounce with each powerful press of his hips. Even with your legs wrapped tight around his waist, every hard thrust sent you sliding back and forth across the tabletop. Steve was an erotic fantasy, muscles flexing with the exertion, sweat running down his chest in rivulets. Watching him splitting you open on his massive cock was overwhelming, every nerve in your body burning white-hot with desire and you had to touch.

Seeing your desperate grabby hands, he leant forward to wrap an arm round you and pull you upright, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you clung to him. An inhale of your scent, heady and sweet, then his mouth attacked your skin, sucking and nipping to mark you as his.

Snaking a hand between your bodies, the pad of his thumb found your swollen bundle of nerves and pressed firmly. It was the last straw and you came with a shuddered wail, fingernails raking along his back as the tight coil of pleasure in your core unravelled.

His thrusts grew sloppier, more frantic as your inner walls pulsed around him, desperately chasing his own high until he came with a roar, flooding your sex. Pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, stealing the breath from his lungs. He stayed inside you, riding out his orgasm as you lay quivering against his chest, gasping and utterly spent. Clasping you tight in his arms to prolong the pleasure, wishing this moment could last forever. Only when the aftershocks had subsided did he reluctantly relax his hold.

With the pain from the chemicals subdued by the endorphins flooding your system, you were hardly aware of him grabbing cloths to clean you up and wipe away the sweat from your exertions. Loose-limbed and sated, you snuggled against his broad chest as he tenderly scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom. He aimed to set you down on the bed but that presented a problem. The sad reminders of your lonely struggle against the aphrodisiac controlling your body littered the tangled sheets. A bewildering array of vibes, dildos, and other things he didn’t recognise but was very interested to learn more about later if you’d allow it.

Cradling your limp frame against him with one arm, he swept the toys aside to make room, trying not to get distracted by the tantalising thought of watching you pleasuring yourself with each of them. Once there was space he laid you down carefully, placing his hand on your forehead for a few seconds to check your temperature before straightening up.

Already missing his touch, your eyes flickered open in alarm. “No, don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, just grabbing some water for you.” He bent to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Relax.”

Water wasn’t uppermost in your mind as you watched him stride across the room, but you were most definitely feeling thirstier by the minute. Up til now, you’d been too distracted, too lust-drunk to properly admire him in all his naked glory but now you were lucid enough to appreciate his breathtaking masculine beauty. Thick cock swinging between muscled thighs, broad shoulders tapering to those slim hips and oh that butt. You had a front-row seat to admire the pert rounded bounce of America’s Ass, and your fingers itched to squeeze and grab. Or maybe spank.

The sight of him returning to sit next to you on the bed only served to increase your lust. You didn’t know if it was a lingering effect of the sex pollen or your natural sexual attraction to him, but your libido wasn’t showing any sign of slowing. Taking a bottle from him, you hoped it would slake one thirst at least. “Thanks.” You took a long gulp of the cool liquid and closed your eyes, sighing gratefully at the refreshing chill.

This time it was his turn to stare, drink paused part way to his lips as he watched a few stray droplets of condensation drip from your bottle onto your breast. Leaving a shining trail on your skin that was just made for him to trace with his tongue if you were willing. And given the way you’d been ogling his ass, he was optimistic about his chances. Setting his drink aside, he scooted towards you, thumb drawing soft circles on your hip. “So, um, how are you feeling now?”

Even this gentle touch had heat pooling between your thighs and you wanted so much more. Sadly, the dull ache of chafed skin and sore muscles was a reminder that you were only human. “Honestly? I’m still horny as hell—” You’d hardly gotten the words out before he pounced, and in a heartbeat he was flat on his back with you straddling him, hands fondling your backside. “—but I’m gonna need a little time-out.”

He paused immediately, his face a perfect mixture of disappointment and concern. ”Shit, I didn’t think, are you in pain or …”

You silenced him with a kiss. “Hush, I’m fine. Just take it slow, I’m not used to being fucked senseless by a well-endowed super-soldier.”

The sudden flush of colour on his cheeks might have been the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. How could you not love a man who could take control of your body to give you three of the best orgasms of your life, a man who currently had you spread bare on top of him, and yet he blushed like a shy schoolboy at a compliment? He was utterly perfect and you were powerless to resist.

Your hand slid to the back of his neck, leaning closer and his mouth closed over yours, tentative at first but with increasing hunger. All aches and pains were forgotten, consumed by the desire that blazed hot once more. Right now, you didn’t know if it was the residual effects of the sex pollen or simply natural body chemistry that made you thirst for him, all you knew is that you wanted him.

He let out a soft appreciative moan as your lips left a wet line of kisses on his collarbone and across his chest. As you shuffled lower down his body though, he realised what your intentions were. The mere thought of having your mouth on his cock made his balls tighten, but still he protested weakly. “No, you’re tired. You don't have to do this, we can wait.”

“But I want to.” Your lips continued to press open-mouthed kisses on their slow journey down his torso. “Just relax, let me taste you.”

The gasped curse and the grind of his pelvis against you left no doubt that he wanted that too as he settled back on the pillows with a sigh. His cock was hardening rapidly, twitching between your bare breasts as you worked your way down unhurriedly. Your mouth moved slowly over his body, tracing the defined contours of his chest and the line of faint golden hairs leading down from his navel until you reached your target.

Big. Thick. Hot. All yours.

His cock was already leaking shimmering beads of pre-cum, and you used your thumb to smear it around his reddened tip and over the sensitive ridge under the head. Each glide of your thumb encouraged a groan from him, gaining in intensity with each circle you drew until you knew he couldn’t take much more teasing. Still, you had to have a taste. The tip of your tongue flicked across his frenulum, just grazing the skin. Greedily, you licked a long, slow stripe along the underside of his cock from root to tip with the flat of your tongue, tracing the thick vein that throbbed angrily, and the noise he made was barely human.

Having him surrender to you like this was turning you on more than you ever thought possible. Reaching between your legs, you pressed the heel of your hand to your clit to briefly relieve the ache while your fingers dipped into your slit, coating them in a slick mixture of your arousal and his cum.

Withdrawing your hand from your core, you wrapped it firmly around his base and gave a few experimental pumps that had him thrusting into your grip. Using your juices to slide along his shaft in easy strokes you worked him up and down, lapping eagerly at his swollen tip. Guided by his moans, you adjusted speed and intensity, setting a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long before he was rock-hard, hot and heavy in your hand, pre-spend dripping copiously down his shaft and over your fingers. Still pumping his shaft, you dipped your head lower to tongue at his sac. Circling and teasing, sucking one into your mouth and tugging lightly until his hips were bucking up uncontrollably and he was openly begging for release. Finally, you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him as you slowly worked your lips along his shaft. Sucking him greedily, deeper with each bob of your head, stretching your jaw wide, drool dripping from your chin.

The perfect wet suction of your lips around his cock drew helpless whines from him. His chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping the pillow tightly above his head, desperately trying to delay his rapidly approaching climax. Your mouth felt so damn good and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“Argh yes … no, wait … gonna come.”

Releasing his cock from your mouth briefly, you gave him a quizzical look. “I thought that was the idea?”

“Yeah … but I … don’t want to assume … do you want … “ He was struggling to form a coherent sentence as your hand continued to stroke him lazily. “Should I pull out?”

God, you loved the filthy innocence of this man. Rather than answering, you took the direct approach. Without breaking eye contact, you wrapped your lips around him and swallowed him almost to the hilt.

“Ohfuckohgod, you’re amazing.” The combination of you looking up at him through your lashes and the sight of his cock sliding into your beautiful mouth was pure pornography. His hands fisted in your hair, unconsciously jerking his hips up, forcing you to stretch your lips even wider.

He was so big, too big, but you were determined to take all of him. With a choked moan, you sucked him deeper until he hit the back of your throat and felt his entire body tense below you. He groaned brokenly, eyes rolling back in his head as hot ropes of cum spurted down your throat.

You held him deep in your mouth until his release ended, savouring the earthy tang of him, before slowly withdrawing, taking him to the edge of overstimulation with gentle suction as he pulsed weakly against your tongue. Once he was thoroughly spent, you crawled back up his body to cuddle with your head on his shoulder, your thumb tracing small circles on his chest while his heart rate slowly returned to normal.

Letting out a shaky breath, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “That was incredible.”

“My pleasure,” you purred, with more than a hint of pride knowing you had the power to reduce this huge man to a whimpering wreck. “Happy to do it any time.”

“Maybe later.” In one fluid motion, he grabbed one of the vibrators from the edge of the bed and rolled you underneath him, pinning you to the bed. “But right now, it’s my turn again.”

*****

You’d lost count of orgasms long ago, and life could not have been any more perfect. Sitting between his legs with your head resting on his chest and his arms resting gently around your middle, you were snug and happy and thoroughly spent.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Your skin feels cooler, sweetheart, I think that’s a good sign. Do you feel like you’re out of danger now?”

Oh yeah, the sex pollen. If you were being honest, you’d forgotten all about it at this point and you did a quick self-inventory. A little tired but the fog of confusion had lifted, and no more muscle cramps or fever. Definitely still horny as hell but you were inclined to think it had nothing to do with Hydra chemicals now and everything to do with the fact that a super-powered sex machine was in your bed.

“No actual pain any more. I mean, I’m quite sore in places but in a good way. Feels like the chemicals are finally out of my system.” As the words left your mouth you were suddenly acutely aware of the implications. If the effects of the pollen were gone, maybe this adventure had to end. Worse, there was the possibility that you were lying naked with someone who was only here out of a sense of duty with no real feelings for you. Someone that was way, way out of your league.

Self-consciously you shuffled out of Steve’s embrace, avoiding his attempts to pull you close again. “I’m gonna get a shower and clean myself up a bit.”

“Sounds like a plan, how about I join you?”

“No don’t bother, I can manage by myself,” you blurted out, grabbing a shirt to hide from view on your way to the bathroom. Glancing back from the doorway though, you saw his eager smile fade at the unexpected harshness of your tone and relented. “Sorry, didn’t mean to snap. It’s just been a really weird day.”

He nodded in agreement. “Can’t argue with that. Writing the post-mission update for Fury is gonna be really interesting.”

“The first X-rated Captain America mission report. It’ll be tough to take you seriously when you use the word ‘debriefing’ after this.” The feeble joke was enough to break the sudden tension and get a chuckle out of him, but insecurity was nagging at you. “Steve, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I just wondered why you—” Your voice trailed off, courage deserting you as his earnest gaze met yours. How could you ever hope that this beautiful man would see this as anything more than sex? You were just another mission, another problem to solve. Better to keep quiet and hang on to your deluded fantasies of mutual attraction a little longer than to hear how this was simply him helping out a colleague. “Never mind, it’s not important. Forget it, I’m still a little loopy from the chemicals.”

Before he could respond, the bathroom door had closed behind you and he was left alone. The silence was quickly replaced by the steady pitter-patter of the shower and Steve lay back, pondering over your unfinished question and the events of the day. A day that had been run-of-the-mill at first, a normal mission investigating an enemy base until there’d been the message that he feared the most - you’d been hurt. He’d raced to get to you, heart thudding painfully in his chest, recklessly taking out anyone that got in his way. Terrified he’d lost you before you were even his.

Now he was here, in the bed of the woman he’d yearned for, and yet you weren’t truly his. He’d fucked you hard and fast, made love to you slow and gentle, explored and tasted every inch of your body, seen you fall apart in bliss because of him. It was everything he’d dreamt about … but only because of the damn sex pollen. You’d chosen him when asked though, that at least gave him hope that you might actually return his feelings. He had to tell you how he felt and pray that you felt the same.

With a new plan of action decided, the wait seemed interminable and he needed a few deep, calming breaths when he heard the water finally shut off. Shifting to sit on the edge of the bed closest to the vanity mirror he checked his reflection and ran a nervous hand through his hair to smarten it up as best he could, glancing at the door in anticipation of your reappearance. Several minutes later though, the door was still locked and it was worryingly quiet.

Your health was temporarily his main concern again. “Is everything okay in there? Do you need me to call the medics?”

“No, I’m fine. Be out in a minute,” you responded quickly. The last thing you wanted was for other people to turn up and send him away. Then again, hiding in the bathroom wasn’t much of a plan either. All you were doing was delaying the inevitable moment when he’d realise his obligation to you was over and you’d be alone again. Taking a final critical glance at your unruly damp hair, you sighed resignedly and reached for the door handle.

Despite the hours spent exploring your body, the sight of you still took Steve’s breath away. The fluffy towel wrapped snugly around your frame was barely big enough to protect your modesty and only served to emphasise the sweet curves and lines that he adored. Even better, the evidence of his efforts was clear - reddish-purple patches blooming on your neck and inner thighs - and the recollection of you writhing under him in bliss, moaning so sweetly whilst he made each mark, made his dick twitch and stiffen once more. God, you were a hell of a woman.

Taking your hand to pull you closer, your apparent reluctance took him by surprise and he released his hold. “How are you feeling now?”

“Just about normal again, no sex pollen symptoms any more.” Perching next to him, you pulled the towel tighter in a futile attempt to cover more skin. “Seems like your work here is done, Captain. Mission accomplished.”

His heart lurched painfully. “Is that all you think this was to me, just part of my job?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, you and I wouldn’t have gotten together otherwise would we?” You gave him a weak smile, figuring you owed him some honesty at least. “Just because I’ve spent months fantasising about you doesn’t mean that you feel the same. You’re a literal flawless superhuman and I’m just—”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish, surging forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss that he hoped would leave you in no doubt as to how he felt. When he reluctantly pulled back you had barely moved, staring at him wide-eyed and breathless. Cradling your face in one hand, his thumb caressed your cheek softly as he leaned closer once more. “Sweetheart, don’t you realise how perfect you are? Don’t you see how hard you make me, I can hardly keep my hands off you.”

Your hand, still tightly clutching the towel closed across your chest, was enveloped by his but he made no move to undress you. Only when you relaxed your grip and gave him a small nod of assent did he slowly tug at the unwanted fabric and let it fall to the bed, exposing your body to him once more. Still you sat motionless, watching his face intently as his gaze travelled over your nakedness, reeling from the possibility that all this could be real.

“So. Goddamn. Gorgeous.” His tone was hushed, in awe of the goddess in front of him. Yet he could still see the doubt in your eyes. Maybe it’d take more than words to convince you? Not a problem. Steve was more than happy to show his dream girl just how sexy she was.

Slowly, reverentially, his fingertips stroked along your leg from knee to thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Caressing the curve of your hip and over your abdomen. Palming the soft swell of your breasts with a tenderness that made you tremble with anticipation. Mapping your body with his touch as if it were something precious to be worshipped. Just when you thought you might combust, he took your hand in his, guiding you onto his lap so you were facing away from him. Strong arms enveloped you, pulling you close with your back resting flush on his chest and your eyes fluttered shut, savouring his warmth against your skin.

His mouth traced a line of rough kisses along your throat, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head to one side gently to give him better access. Nibbling and sucking at your delicate skin and relishing the way your breath hitched when his lips grazed your pulse point. With a satisfied hum, he concentrated his efforts, nuzzling at that sensitive spot until you were squirming against him, pressing your thighs together to try to relieve the ache in your core. Licking along the shell of your ear, he murmured “Open your eyes, baby. See how beautiful you are.”

Doing as he asked, it took a moment for you to focus on the reflection in the mirror. Kiss-swollen lips, hair messy, skin mottled with love bites, you looked just as you’d expected - lust-drunk and thoroughly fucked. Not exactly your idea of beautiful, and instinctively you tried to turn away from the sight but Steve’s grip on your hair forced you to meet his gaze. His eyes were full of sinful adoration and in that moment you knew you would let this man do anything to you.

“Love touching you so fuckin’ much.” With a smile, he began to explore your body again, making sure you were watching every move he made. His hand fondled your breast, kneading gently, tweaking and tugging the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Look how you fit in my hands, like you were made just for me.”

His other hand slid down between your thighs, first brushing across your clit with one rough fingertip, then tapping and rubbing gently in teasing strokes that made your pussy clench with the need to be filled. Every pitchy little gasp you made sending blood surging to his cock so fast it made his head spin and he couldn’t wait. Dipping between your lower lips, he groaned deeply. “Shit, you’re so wet already.”

With your knees placed either side of his, it was easy to part your legs, his strong thighs holding you open. In that position, he had the glorious view of your juicy cunt swallowing his fingers so prettily. It was a filthy fantasy, but right now he’d much rather see you stretched around his girth instead, watch you taking him inch by inch. Adjusting position so he was nestled snug along your entrance, he exhaled a shaky breath at the wet friction. “Wanna be inside you so bad.”

“Good evening.” Dr Cho’s disembodied voice over the comms made you both jump. “I’m checking how you are - your vital signs seem to have returned to more or less normal.”

You were barely able to form a coherent sentence, dizzy with desire watching his rigid cock glide between your labia, shining slick with your arousal. “Oh god yes. Um, I mean … yeah I’m feeling good now, Helen.”

Steve hummed his agreement, warm breath fanning your skin as his teeth nipped at your earlobe. “You do feel so, so good. My good, sweet girl.”

Grasping your plush ass firmly, he lifted you just enough to line himself up with your core, pausing to savour the exquisite moment when the tip pushed into you once more. Then his pelvis jerked upwards and his groan of pleasure mingled with yours as he bottomed out inside you.

Dr Cho chose to ignore the lewd sound effects. “Everything alright in there?”

Everything was VERY alright. Your head lolled back onto Steve’s shoulder as he took you apart. Each powerful thrust seemed to force him deeper, filling your tender pussy to its limit until you were sure he would break you in two. Was it possible to die of pleasure? At this point, you didn’t care, death by Steve’s cock was a worthy way to go.

“It’s … fine … I’m … uhhhhh fuuuuck … fine,” you panted, the breath punched out of you with each sharp snap of his hips as he impaled you on his cock. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, firmly dragging you up and down his length as he spread his legs wider, forcing your thighs further apart. With you spread open wide for him, the change in angle was perfect to brush against your g-spot with every stroke and you bit your lip to try to muffle your moans.

Unfortunately, Helen just wouldn’t take the hint and let you focus on getting absolutely railed. “Maybe I need to run some more tests. You don’t seem to be very lucid.”

“You can stop worrying, Doc. I’m staying here to take real good care of her.” Steve paused his thrusts to growl a response, grinding up into you while a hand slid across to stroke your swollen, tender clit. His gaze was fixed on the mirror, determined to see you cum for him one more time. Hungrily watching the slick gush of arousal and pre-cum seeping from your cunt and dripping down his sac with each roll of his hips.

Across the compound in the med bay, Dr Cho was still doing her best to stay focussed. “Look, I realise you’re enjoying yourselves but it’s my job as chief medical officer to ...”

You’d had enough of conversation. “FRIDAY, block all comms.”

“But I have to ...”

Two voices spoke in unison. “Fuck off, Helen.”

*****

You woke feeling more rested than you had in a long while. Lying on your side, still half-asleep, you tried to stretch and realised with a start there was a heavy arm resting on top of you. A huge, warm body touching yours. Soft lips kissing your cheek.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Steve’s voice was rough, still thick with sleep, and your libido was suddenly wide awake.

“Um, hi.” You kept your eyes closed, needing a few more seconds to mentally ready yourself for the sight that awaited you. “What time is it?”

“Nearly noon. I tried not to wake you, since you obviously needed your rest. And it gave me a chance to see how cute you looked when you’re asleep.”

Surprised by the flattery, you opened your eyes to a sight you could never tire of. Tousled golden hair framing his chiselled features, pale blue eyes gazing at you intently and his lips … oh those perfectly plump lips that were impossible to resist. Reaching over, you cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a lingering kiss, trying to memorise the feel of his mouth on yours. “Thank you for … for everything.”

“My pleasure. I’m very happy that you chose me instead of Thor.” Happy didn’t begin to describe how he felt at this moment. Hearing his name fall from your lips as he’d taken you again and again through the night had been better than he’d ever imagined. And when he’d woken with you in his arms, so soft and peaceful snuggled against his chest, it was as though he’d finally found the missing piece of his heart after all these years. Stroking your cheek tenderly, he dared to finally hope you might feel the same. “When we get out of here, would you …”

Before he could finish his question though, the toe-curling reality of yesterday’s events hit you in a wave of embarrassment. “OH MY GOD, everyone saw me naked. And playing with myself. And begging for sex. Ugh.” Burying your face in his chest, you cringed at the memory. “Never going to be able to look anyone in the face ever again. I’ll have to change my name and move to another country. SHIELD can do that, right?”

He hugged you closer, softly kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry about it, baby, you did nothing wrong. Everyone knows it was the chemicals that were responsible for the way you acted.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, no need to over-react. I’m sure I’ll get used to being known as Nympho Girl or whatever godawful nickname Tony comes up with.” The ominous silence made you realise that it might be even worse than you’d thought. “Oh fuck, he’d already thought of one hadn’t he?”

He couldn’t look you in the eye. “Agent Rampant Rabbit.”

“Noooooooo! Why did this have to happen to me? Please tell me there’s a drug to wipe everyone’s memories.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise. If Tony or anyone else teases you about this they’ll have to answer to me. I’ll happily kick some ass if they get out of line.” His lips curled into a sly grin. “Unless it’s Natasha obviously.”

You snorted, giving him a gentle nudge in the ribs with your elbow. “My hero.”

“Hey, I’m not dumb enough to pick a fight with her, not even for you.” He slid two fingers under your chin and gently tilted your face towards his. “Seriously, don’t worry. No matter what happens outside this room, we can deal with it together.”

Together. A simple word that had your heart racing. “So you’re volunteering to be my knight in shining armour?”

“I’d like to be much more than that if you’ll let me.” It was now or never. Steve swallowed thickly, hoping you couldn’t tell how fast his heart was beating. “How would you like to be my girl?”

“Hell yes!” The words tumbled out of your mouth before your brain had the chance to fully process what he’d asked. There was only ever going to be one answer to that question, and the warmth of the smile that lit up his face told you he understood. Still, you felt you owed him a more considered reply. Cupping his face tenderly, you caressed his cheek with your thumb, losing yourself for a moment in his crystal-blue gaze. “I mean - yes, I’d love to be your girl.”

His mouth captured yours in a breathless kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips, begging for access that you happily granted. Hands wandered in an unhurried exploration of each other’s bodies, a slow dance of yearning and desire. Intertwined in a tangle of sheets, it didn’t take long for you to feel the evidence of his arousal nudging insistently against your hip. So many hours of debauched pleasure and he was still eager for more - you were a very lucky woman.

“You’re insatiable, Captain Rogers. Are you sure you didn’t get a dose of that sex pollen?” Reaching down between your bodies to palm his erection, you were rewarded with a deep groan of approval.

“Baby, I can do this all day.” Rolling you onto your back, he slotted himself between your parted thighs once more, grinding against you as you sighed into his mouth. “And now you’re officially mine I’m gonna prove it to you every chance I get.”

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.25

a/n: Eyo :) we’re now entering the Shie Hassaikai Arc :]

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 22, part 23, part 23.5, part 24

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

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“Please excuse us.” Deku and Mirio said as they took off their shoes and entered your apartment. The two boys had taken it upon themselves to hand over the document Sir Nighteye had been meaning to give you.

“Make yourselves at home.” You led them to the living room. Whatever remnants of Overhaul’s scent or belongings were long gone by now. True to his word, he left right after breakfast but not without burning toast and eggs for breakfast. He looked pissed as fuck but the picture on your phone was well worth the exploding sofa. “Also, no need to take off your shoes.”

“Thank you so much, (l/n)-san!” Deku said as they took a seat and took in the decoration. Taking note of how many rooms and how clean the place was, he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel like to support himself.

“I wasn’t able to restock my fridge.” You placed two cans of soda in front of them. Both their eyes sparkling at the free drink. “This is all I can offer for now~”

“This is more than enough, (l/n)-san!” Mirio cheered as he opened the can of soda and chugged it. “Oh! Here’s the files that Sir Nighteye wanted to give you. He also wishes you a speedy recovery. Oh, and he wants to know if you’re fit to attend the heroes meeting the day after tomorrow.”

Accepting the files, you placed the folder beside you and answered the other questions he had thrown. Satisfied with your answer, the boy laughed and tried to say a punchline.

“You sure do have a sense of humor, Lemillion.” Looking at your bedroom door, you couldn’t help but snicker at the thought of Overhaul’s jacket resting on his side of the bed. Hmm, his side of the bed was a strong word and one you were sure you wouldn’t be able to use again. “How’s school, you two?”

“It’s fine. We’re just focusing now on our internships but the others are still attending school.” Deku answered.

“Ah, by the way, are you feeling much better now?” Mirio chimed in. “You seem to be alone.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shrugged and touched the spot of the closed bullet hole. “Things didn’t exactly turn out as planned but there’s still next time~”

“We received news that Overhaul ended up killing a suspect?”

“Hm? Well, yes he did.” You almost forgot about that. “We still caught one so I guess it isn’t all that bad.”

“How did you get used to your work, (l/n)-san?” Deku inquired.

“I can’t say I’m used to it. I still get chills every now and then but as long as things turn out for the better, it makes it worthwhile. Besides, the injuries we get are nothing compared to what heroes get. We’re merely support.” You smirked. “Pawns for the bigger pieces, if I may say so myself.”

“Hahaha! You say that like heroes aren’t all that, (l/n)-san!” Mirio laughed and held on to his stomach.

“I never implied that.” You looked at the view of your window and back at them. Not holding it back, you sighed. “Listen. Everyone wants to be a hero, I get it. But when life hits you, sometimes ya gotta do what you have to do. My field of work requires me to make a constant string of decisions. I’ve worked for heroes who have red marks on their files. Some even with questionable motives. But it’s also important to take note of those who were not seen in their times of need.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?”

“Barely. The glitz and glamour of being a hero are blinding to those aspiring one’s. Same goes for those who aren’t on the heroes side.” You stood up and the two boy’s followed. “Don’t take this the wrong way kids. Not everyone can be saved. Now, I’m not telling you guys to stop chasing your dreams or shit. I just want you to be aware that the world is unfair. Now go to do your patrols.”

The moment they bid farewell and your locks clicked, you went back to the living room and sat down. Fingers slowly touching the fabric. Every single crease, fold, and dip your sofa had. Finding nothing, you painstakingly began to check each room and vase your unit had to offer. Seeing as things were clear, you decided a small trip to the third floor was necessary.

Grabbing your phone, you went to your bedroom and opened the window. Dialing a number, you waited for the other person to pick up.

“Hurry. I don’t have much time.”

“Chrono. Did you destroy the tracker?”

“I did. 2 days ago.” He paused and lowered his voice. “Why?”

“Nothing. How did you dispose of it?”

“Used some equipment we have here.”

“Thanks. Go do your shit.” Hearing a chuckle, you ended the call and closed the windows.

It didn’t take too long but now you were inside the elevator. The faint sound of elevator music keeping you company as the buttons lit up. Once you arrived on the third floor, you walked down the hallway and took a detour to one of the off limit doors.

Knocking 5 times, the door opened.

“Why hello to you, (y/n)~”

“Same goes for you, Roshi-san~” You tilted your head and gave him a peace sign. “Busy?”

“Not at all. Come in, come in! Shall I prepare your throne, princess?”

“And rid you of yours? I just wanna check something.” Taking a Y1000 from your pocket, Roshi took it with a wink and stuffed it into his.

Watching his fingers tapping on the keyboard, a window popped up indicating that a bunch of videos were being transported into a folder. As that was happening, he took a flash drive and connected it. With a few more taps and clicks, he turned around and faced you.

“Paranoid, princess?”

“Not much. Just have to make sure, you know?”

“This about Overhaul?” The bluish twinkle in his eyes made you laugh. “Bingo~ Don’t worry boo, I’ve deleted and looped each and every footage that showed him he even entered within a 100m radius.”

“Remind me why you prefer to work here and not back at the house?”

Roshi Matsui. One of your father’s most trusted members. It had been a few years since he decided to leave the compound and take up a job that made use of his quirk. Though admittedly, he was also one of the reasons why your father chose the apartment building. He felt safe enough to entrust his only daughter to this member.

“I get bored easily.” Facing the screen once more, he tapped away and ejected the flash drive. “Everything you need is in here, princess. You’re in for a wild ride.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“Shall I continue with your request?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright~ Have a great day~ OH send my kisses to Geiby-boo.” Right. You keep forgetting that these two were related. Cousins. Giving him the response he wanted, he stood up to open the doors for you. Just as you were about to step outside, Roshi grabbed your arm and smirked. “Not that I care what you do, (n/n)... be sure to check your doors. Aight?”

“I will~”

With hurried steps, you reached the elevator and clicked on your floor. Roshi usually kept an eye on your floor but it was never really needed before. That sudden warning was nothing but bad news as each button lit up. Using your quirk to calm yourself, you stepped out and made your way to your room.

Taking your keys from your pocket, it slipped and jingled its way to the floor. Kneeling to pick it up, you examined the corner pads, sweep, and sill. Seeing nothing, you grabbed your keys and stretched. Eyes scanning the header and the jam. It was still clear of any shiny objects.

Not satisfied with the results, you entered your room and locked your door. Inspecting it from within was much less confining. Yet, there were no indications that your place had been bugged.

“Unless…” Of all the things you barely checked, it would have to be the peephole. “Ah shit.”

True enough, the peephole was blocked and you were met with a tiny lens that seemed to be adjusting its aperture. Heading to where you kept your toolbox, you uttered a string of curses. The want to watch the CCTV footage grew stronger but first things first.

It took awhile but you got the job done. Careful that the small camera wasn’t damaged, you managed to pull it out. The tiny dot of green light indicated that it was still recording. Covering the new whole with some electrical tape, you went to the kitchen and reached for two bowls. Caging the device with the two bowls, you placed it in the fridge to ensure you were safe.

Now in your bedroom, you dialled his number.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“I don’t like being bugged, Chisaki.”

“And why would I do that? You already pester me with phone AND video calls. I see no need to do that.” There was a pause in the line. “Though, I would be a hypocrite if I wouldn’t admit to the thought of actually doing it.”

“I don’t like liars.”

“Would I ever lie to you?” There was a teasing tone to his voice.

“You might~ I can never guess you right.” If it wasn’t him then who would? “That’s all for now, birdman. W-will you call me later?”

“If my schedule permits it, then I shall.”

“Such a tease…”

“I can do more than teasing, (y/n).”

“Oh shut it.” Ending the call, you resisted the urge to squeal.

Rubbing your face, you groaned and sunk into the sofa, your body feeling tired after all the moving you had done today. Perhaps you weren’t fully healed yet. Dialing another number, you waited for the other person to pick up.

“Nao?”

“Ah. (y/n). You okay now?”

“Not fully but I can head to work tomorrow. Are things alright there? How’s the report for the raid?”

“It’s still in the drafts but it shouldn’t be too hard for you to pick up.”

“Email it to me. I can start working on it now.”

“Sure.” He paused. “How’re things with Rusai?”

“Who?”

“Your caretaker?”

Oh. He was given an alias. Something you didn’t know. Then again, you didn’t bother as to how he even became your ‘legal guardian’ during those tiring times.

“Things were rather interesting to be honest. A bit of a rough 20 minutes when I woke up but other than that, things improved significantly~” You stared at the entryway and bit your tongue. “Deku and Mirio dropped by but he left earlier than planned.”

“Deku and Mirio? Isn’t that…”

“I know. I took care of it. Though, I have a feeling something’s about to happen again.”

“Be careful, (n/n).”

“I will~ Now go do your thing~”

Reaching for your laptop, you unlocked and connected the flash drive. Waiting a few seconds, you opened the folder and grabbed a pillow. Clicking on the first video, upped the speed and began to watch as to who could have possibly planted that bug on your door.

As the hours ticked by and your legs falling asleep alternatively, you took a glance at your windows and realized that the sun was now setting. Stretching your entire body, you could feel the tension being released. Pausing the current video, you groaned and layed down on the sofa. Hair splaying everywhere.

Roshi was right.

It really was indeed a wild ride.

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Marvel Shouldn't Have Recast Edward Norton's Hulk As Mark Ruffalo

The Marvel Cinematic Universe may have been better if Edward Norton had continued to portray Bruce Banner. Norton first played Banner in 2008’s The Incredible Hulk, the second film in the MCU and, to date, the Hulk’s only solo film in the entire franchise. The notorious creative clashes that took place between Norton and Marvel Studios on the film eventually led to Bruce Banner being recast, with Mark Ruffalo first assuming the role in The Avengers.

In the years since, Ruffalo has reprised the role several times in the MCU, and while the Hulk has yet to appear in another solo film, Ruffalo’s portrayal has generally been well-received among audiences and critics alike. Norton, meanwhile, has occasionally dipped his toes back into both the comic book and science-fiction waters with appearances in the superhero satire Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) and a surprise cameo in Alita: Battle Angel.

Related: What is the Hulk's Future After Avengers: Endgame?

As the franchise became a dominant Hollywood force, The Incredible Hulk has arguably become the black sheep of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, with William Hurt's General Ross being the only character to return in another movie (and even then, it was a full eight years later in 2016’s Captain America: Civil War). But while Ruffalo’s tenure as Bruce Banner has become a cornerstone of the MCU, there’s a lot to suggest that the series would have been better if Norton's performance as Banner had not been a one-and-done.

Why Marvel Recast Edward Norton

Back when The Incredible Hulk was in production, the MCU wasn't the juggernaut franchise that it is today. With Marvel and Universal still wincing from the disappointment of 2003's Hulk, and The Incredible Hulk itself being only the second film in the loosely-defined series, the MCU ship wasn't run nearly as tightly as is the case today. These days, the buck now stops with Marvel Studios president Kevin Feige, but Edward Norton sought to have far more creative say in the sophomore MCU project. Norton, having done a rewrite of the script, is said to have clashed heavily with Marvel on the tone and direction of the film. The relationship between Norton and Marvel grew tense enough for the actor to be largely absent from the film's promotional tour prior to its release in June 2008.

While Norton appeared set to reprise the role in The Avengers, the creative friction with Marvel Studios proved too great, leading the studio to re-cast Mark Ruffalo in the role for the then-upcoming superhero ensemble. This wouldn't be the last fans would hear of Norton and Marvel's falling out, with both camps giving at-times conflicting reasons behind Norton's departure. Norton himself has made his feelings on the situation known in recent years, including comments taking issue with The Incredible Hulk script, and specifically the loss of his contributions to it.

But even as fans of the MCU continue to debate whether to side with Marvel or Norton, Mark Ruffalo's subsequent performance in the role has been warmly received by audiences and critics. However, looking back on The Incredible Hulk, Norton's departure from the role of Bruce Banner has cost the MCU dearly.

Related: Why Mark Ruffalo Replaced Edward Norton As Hulk In The MCU

Why Edward Norton Was Good As Bruce Banner

One thing that distinguishes Norton’s portrayal of Bruce Banner from Ruffalo’s is the man-on-the-run aspect of The Incredible Hulk. The film opens with Banner hiding a Brazilian favela, working in a bottling plant while trying to cure himself of transformations into the Hulk. The South American setting of the film is the only holdover from 2003’s Hulk prior to The Incredible Hulk being retooled into a complete reboot, but it lays the groundwork for much more personal and intimate stakes than Banner has received in any of his subsequent MCU appearances. Norton’s Banner is a man constantly on edge, going to great lengths to remain out of public view, and even greater lengths to keep his anger in check with martial arts and meditation.

Norton’s voice and slight build also aided him immensely in embodying the kind of diminutive character Banner is, but more than that, Norton was able to channel the constant sense of dread Banner lives with every day. His transformations into the Hulk feels like genuine monster movie moments, with Bruce petrified by his own immense power. What’s more, when Banner finally decides to intentionally transform into the Hulk to stop Abomination’s rampage, there’s a genuine feeling of sadness in Banner effectively trading his military captivity in order to inevitably go on the run again with the monster lurking within him. All of it works because Norton has so convincingly embodied a cursed man throughout the film, while the ending teases that he may have finally mastered his rage.

Mark Ruffalo's Hulk Has Lacked Definition

When Mark Ruffalo stepped into Norton’s shoes in The Avengers, he had his work cut out. Thankfully, like Don Cheadle replacing Terrence Howard as War Machine, he rose to the occasion. The film continued Banner being on the run from the military and S.H.I.E.L.D., and with his performance, Ruffalo largely maintained the tragic underdog that Norton embodied, while ramping up the character’s anger to the point of being barely suppressed. That would prove to be a major plot point in the film’s climactic battle in New York City, with Banner revealing that he’s kept the Hulk in check because he is now “always angry”. Add in the characters unforgettable run-in with Loki and banter with Tony Stark, and Ruffalo’s debut performances as Bruce Banner and Hulk were arguably the best things about The Avengers.

Unfortunately, Banner has never risen to those same heights again in his subsequent MCU appearances, with the man terrified of the destructive consequences never seen again. Following an end-credits cameo in Iron Man 3, Ruffalo began leaning more heavily into the increasingly comedic tone the franchise as a whole was adopting. His portrayal still didn't abandon his connective tissue with Norton's earlier work completely, as seen in Avengers: Age of Ultron when Banner struggles with the psychotic rampage he'd been sent on as the Hulk by Scarlet Witch's mind-manipulation.

Related: Hulk's Three-Movie Arc Didn't Fix The Character's MCU Problems

But, by the time of The Hulk's return in 2017's Thor: Ragnarok, Ruffalo's portrayal was beginning to feel increasingly campy. The MCU's tale of Bruce Banner was no longer that of a man cursed to forever live on the run or a volatile outsider who finds a family with The Avengers, but a comic relief mascot. This continued in Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame, where it's simply impossible to believe that Ruffalo's Banner is the same character as Norton's. Indeed, its arguably a far cry from even Ruffalo's own earlier performance in The Avengers, with Banner now perpetually light-hearted and cheerful. The new Banner-Hulk hybrid casually tossing a motorcycle aside and meeting his old friends in a diner while clad in glasses and a bathrobe would prove indicative of just how much Ruffalo's performance now felt awkward and out-of-place compared to where the character had come from his earlier appearances.

Should Marvel Have Kept Edward Norton?

With Bruce Banner now having made a total of seven appearances in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (counting Iron Man 3's post-credits stinger), the franchise feels like it would've been better off if Norton had continued in the role. While his creative clashes with Marvel had left some bad blood between both camps, Norton clearly had a solid grasp on the character and where he wanted to take Banner. His portrayal of the character was that of a meek man always sitting on pins and needles, the exact traits most readily associated with Bruce. However, he also was able to present Banner as the perpetual underdog, the guy who never catches a break and who the audience can't help but cheer for, and who had the potential to turn his curse into a gift and become a true hero. That's without even getting into technical aspects like the impossibly shredded design The Hulk was given, by far the best the character has ever seen on film.

Ruffalo was able to carry all of that over into The Avengers and even make the character feel a little darker in some respects. However, his subsequent appearances jettison the clear PTSD he's saddled with, and by the Infinity War-Endgame double-header, Banner hardly feels like a guy who's ever had anger issues or been through the kind of hell we know he's experienced. Smart Hulk also feels disjointed from even Ruffalo's own initial performance in the role, and heavily leans into the comedic tone the MCU has taken on in a way that feels out of step and inconsistent with the character.

Both Norton and Ruffalo excelled in their initial appearances as Bruce Banner, but Ruffalo's follow-up portrayals haven't had the same kind of weight as his first. In many ways, Norton felt tailor-made for the role of Bruce Banner, an effete, subdued victim of terrible circumstance with the potential to turn his ill-fortune into his greatest strength. In the years since The Incredible Hulk, Marvel's decision to recast Bruce Banner has yielded them plenty of acclaim from critics and audiences as a result of Ruffalo's time in the role but, in hindsight, the MCU would've been better off if they had stuck with "the other guy."

Next: All References To The Incredible Hulk In Later MCU Movies (The Prove It's Canon)

source https://screenrant.com/marvel-recast-hulk-edward-norton-mark-ruffalo-bad/

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The Carter V – Lil Wayne (Album Review)

Juenelle Barkie 

The last weekend of September 2018 was a huge weekend for the rap scene; there was the release of Logics’ YSIV (Young Sinatra 4), and Lil Waynes’ The Carter V. It was supposed to be a triple header with the release of Kanye Wests’ Yandhi; which was announced on Twitter with a screenshot of an iMessage that had the album name and supposed release date. Since then, the day has come and passed and no new album from Kanye… it was later revealed that the album is scheduled to be released sometime in November. But guys, I have to tell you about THE CARTER V!

 I don’t even know where to start, where could you start for an album that was announced five years ago with a release date that was four years ago. The anticipation for this album had everyone on their toes, and the aftermath has been crazy. Wayne did his thing with this album showing a more mature softer side of himself. Diving deeper into all that has made up these pasts few years from the ongoing court battle with previous mentor Birdman, to relationships, vices, and more… not to mention that some of these songs are a couple of years old, so you have to give Wayne credit.

 I love the way the album started with “I love you Dwayne” which had no music but does have his mom as the star of the show. It’s a two-minute track with his mom talking (and even crying) about how much she loves him. It is so appreciative of her son with all that he has done and continues to do. If that wasn’t enough to get the waterworks going, the track that followed featured Florida-born, native rapper XXXTentacion who was killed back in June of this year. Despite X’s growth to stardom paving his path where it came to his rap career, Wayne did not know who X was before their collaboration. The chorus itself that was sung by X was recorded for a completely different song.

 I will say as far as beats go I love “Dedicate,” “Uproar,” and “Start This Sh-t Off Right.” “Dedicate” starts with a sample of 2Chainz which then become the chorus, but man can this beat bump. The beat fits perfectly with the two artists and the lyrical content. When it comes to “Uproar” Swizz Beats did his thing; it’s classily him and then you have Wayne jumping on the beat and murdering the track. Low-key (but Hi-Key) one of the best songs on the album. Ashanti sings on “Start This Shit Off Right” and this was one of the songs on the original song list released in 2014, but sung with Christina Milian. This tune is your party track. Its upbeat, fun has an R&B flow; what more could you ask for? The beat gives me straight 2000’s music video vibes with a fancy party with the artist rapping amongst beautiful women.

 Personally, one of my favorite tracks on the album is “Let It All Work Out” (the last track on the album). The biggest reason why this is my favourite is that it features a sample of one of my favorite British singer-songwriters Sampha who has been sampled and featured before by Wayne's good friend Drake.  Also, this track dives deep into Wayne's suicidal past, telling the story of his suicide attempt when Wayne was only 12. The mixing on this track is crazy and ends with his mother's voice saying, “love you, Dwayne.” I loved that the way the album started was the way it ended, he did take you on full circle journey with this album.

 Overall the 27-track album was beyond anything I thought. Back in 2013 when Wayne first announced The Carter V, he said that it would be his last album so he could focus on his family. While there is nothing wrong with that I don’t want this to be the end; it is a fantastic album and great as the last album, but I realized one thing… listening to the album took me back to elementary Ju who played Wayne a lot from “I Feel Like Dying,” “Something You Forgot” and more. This cannot be it, I hope there are more mixtapes, features and even another full-length album. If not, I will be content with this; a fantastic album that you should all listen to ASAP.

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Desperate Measures

Summary: When an agent is affected by sex pollen and needs assistance, just how helpful will Thor be?

(This is the porn-with-plot companion fic to my other one-shot Desperate Times. Both can be read as stand-alone stories but can also be read together.)

Pairing: Thor x female reader

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: Smut, more smut (seriously, there’s a lot), bad language, some fluff

A/N: This was written for all those people who wanted to know what happened in the locked room in my other fic Desperate Times - enjoy the filth!

All feedback and comments gratefully received. Masterlist is on my bio header. Also posted on AO3 under ‘Leo_nine’ username.

Prompt: “I’ve wanted this for so long.” Written for the-omni-princess 1k writing challenge

*****

“Let me out of here. It hurts so much, I just wanna be touched.” You desperately banged a fist on the window of the med-bay quarantine room to get someone to take notice.

Not that that was a problem - the sight of your body, sweat-slicked and naked, pressed against the glass ensured that you had the undivided attention of most of the onlookers on the other side. No, the problem was getting them to give you what you needed. All they did was tell you to relax, that you weren’t in control to know what you were saying, that you would be better alone ‘for your own protection’. Idiots.

“Shouldn’t be watching this. Should not be watching this,” Sam muttered guiltily, trying and failing to find something else to focus on as your fingers slid between your legs in search of relief.

Tony’s eyes never wavered. “Speak for yourself, Birdman, I’m just catching up on what I missed during the flight back.”

Behind them, Steve was attempting to ignore the distractions as he discussed options for treatment with Dr Cho. “OK so that’s the last of the blood samples that Bruce needs to work on the antidote. So what do we do with her in the meantime?” Seeing Thor about to speak, Steve pre-empted him. “Yes, you’ve made it perfectly clear what you’d do with her but that’s not gonna happen.”

Helen Cho’s cheeks flushed at the thought, but she managing to keep her composure. “We won’t have a treatment available for a good while yet and this will take hours to leave her system. I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do except make her as comfortable in her own room as possible and let her work through it in private.”

Steve nodded. “The sooner the better. Let’s move her the same way she got her here. She won’t walk so I’ll carry her.”

There was a cacophony of protests. Sam raised his voice to be heard above the objections of the others. “Oh sure, Cap, and get another good groping from the naked, sex-crazed hottie while you do. No way, you don’t get to have all the fun.”

“Fine.” Steve held up his hands in defeat. “So none of us can carry her on our own from now on. What other options do we have? She’s not going to just sit quietly on a gurney to be wheeled down there, anyone who gets close is gonna become her new plaything.”

Thor was still bitter that he’d not been the one to carry you from the jet. “That has never been a problem as far as I’m concerned.”

“Pretending I didn’t hear that,” muttered Helen under her breath. “Could you put her in restraints?”

Hearing the mention of restraints through the glass, you shouted eagerly from your medically-imposed prison. “Yes! Tie me down and fuck me any way you like. Please, I want you to.”

“So that’s one vote in favour of bondage.” The gleeful look on Tony’s face indicated there might actually be two votes. “Any other suggestions?”

*****

In the end, the only solution had been to carry you between them, spreadeagled with the team supporting one limb each. Frustratingly, being man-handled into your bedroom by a team of superhunks sounded a hell of a lot more fun that it actually was. There had been strong hands gripping your body but none of them where you so desperately wanted to be touched, no matter how much you begged and struggled. All attempts to get you dressed, even in underwear, had failed so a sheet had been draped over you, more for their sanity than anything else since there was obviously no point in trying to protect your modesty by now. Wriggling fruitlessly and still pleading for sex, you only caught snippets of the conversations going on around you.

“It isn’t right to leave her alone, she’s asking for help ...”

“... can’t take advantage while she’s under the effects of this Hydra drug.”

“Careful, don’t let her get hold of you. Hold her legs wider apart ...”

“For the love of god, would you stop saying things like that!”

When they’d finally reached your room, you’d tried to beg one last time for someone to stay - for him to stay - but the words had got muddled as another powerful wave of lust had hit. Still, the fact you’d tried to climb Thor like a tree repeatedly and kept having to be dragged off before they could leave should have given them a damn clue.

As they’d managed to lay you down on the bed, still making desperate grabby hands at anybody in reach, Thor’s eyes had met yours and you’d seen the aching desire you felt reflected, his pupils blown wide. For one glorious moment it had seemed like he would ignore the advice and stay with you, but Dr Cho had firmly ushered them out. And then you were trapped - alone, in pain and hornier than you ever thought possible.

And now, many unsatisfying climaxes later, you were slumped on the floor of the shower, cool water raining down and mingling with the tears that streaked your face, hardly caring about the cool droplets as they landed on your burning hot body. It wasn’t worth trying to use your toys any more, and even if you had the energy just the thought of hearing the buzz of a vibrator made your head ache. Your skin felt itchy, too tight, like an exposed nerve and nothing you did was enough to give respite. Nothing existed at that moment except the agonising need for sexual relief.

“... wanna come ... ah it hurts ... need to fuck ... please ...”

You barely noticed the sound of Helen’s voice echoing over the comms. Unable to focus on what she was asking through the haze of pain and lust, you kept on mumbling the words like a mantra. You knew it wouldn’t matter anyway - they’d made it extremely clear that no one was going to help you.

Slowly though, the doctor’s voice started to register until a few sentences caught your attention. “You just need to choose - Steve or Thor? Do you want either of them to join you?”

Oh hell yes. Either would be a wet dream come true but you wanted Thor more than anything, had wanted to get your hands on him for so long. “Yes, ugh yes ... please ... want him so bad .... those muscles ... oh oh god ... huge arms ... wanna lick ‘em ...”

Helen’s comments faded into the background as thoughts of him filled your mind. Thoughts of a slow, sensual dance a few weeks earlier. Huge hands moving over your waist, your back, your hips. Warm breath on your neck, beard prickling your cheek as he held you tantalisingly close. Oh the things you wanted to do to that man. “... looks so fucking good in that blue suit ... wanted to rip it off him ...”

As the memory played out in your head, another bout of desire hit your already-aroused body and the need to be touched overwhelmed everything else. Your eyes closed, losing yourself in your fantasy as your fingers moved lower. “... want his face between my thighs ... those blue eyes looking up at me ... fingers buried, stroking deep. Tangling my fingers in that beautiful blonde hair ... tongue flicking across my clit ... over and over ... oh fuck ... yes yes ... ” Your voice broke into a shuddering breathy moan as you came, pain numbed by the temporary bliss of release.

A question over the comms pulled you out of your post-orgasmic daze and back to reality. “Who are you talking about?”

Concentrate. You tried one more time to explain what you needed, the extra flood of endorphins helping to clear your mind just enough for you to focus. “Want him pressing me into the bed ... inside me, filling me ... fucking me hard ... so hard ... Thor ...”

As you spoke his name, there was a commotion over comms and the sound abruptly clicked off, giving no indication whether your words had got through or not. Letting out a frustrated sob you stumbled to your feet, not bothering to turn the shower off, and staggered from the bathroom in the direction of the door, leaving a trail of damp footprints in your wake. Enough was enough. If they hadn’t got the message by now, you’d find a way to escape this goddamn place.

When you reached the door though, there was the unmistakable thud of heavy footsteps in the corridor outside followed by a growl of “Open it or I’ll break it down” that made your pulse quicken.

As the door slid open you were face to face with a half-naked god. More accurately, because of the height difference you were face to chest with him and the sight of such muscled perfection was almost more than you could bear. The raw animal lust on his face as his gaze travelled over your naked body sent another stab of desire through you and your hands shot forward to grab his belt, dragging him into the room.

The doors had barely swooshed shut again before your bodies moulded together, mouths searching for each other hungrily, exploring every available inch of bare skin in a frantic tangle of limbs. There was nothing tentative about this first kiss, both consumed by the need to fuck and be fucked. The heat radiating from your feverish body as his hands slid over your skin was a reminder to Thor of his other purpose though, and he manoeuvred you towards the sound of running water without ever breaking contact with your lips.

Still dressed from the waist down, he stepped into the shower with you clinging to him. The sudden shock of the cool spray made you both gasp, and he turned you quickly in his arms, holding your struggling body firmly in place so most of the water was flowing down your front. “Ssh, it’s going to be fine. This will help with your fever.”

You were grinding back against him desperately in an attempt to touch him again. “Thor, please ... it hurts so much ... want you so bad.”

“I know, my beauty. I’ll give you everything you need.” He didn’t release you just yet but slid his large hands over your wet skin, cradling your breasts and kneading the soft flesh while his mouth fastened onto your throat, roughly sucking and licking at the delicate skin as if staking his claim. Each brush of his palms against nipples already erect and sensitive from the cold made you tremble. It felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire, his touch better than you’d ever dreamed and yet nowhere near enough.

Increasing the pleasure by pinching and rolling one nipple between finger and thumb, his other hand moved down your stomach and continued lower, following the path of the water between your thighs. He teased the soaked curls with his fingers briefly before one thick digit dipped inside you. Your cries of pleasure at the welcome intrusion were quickly drowned out by his guttural moans that reverberated around the bathroom as he felt your wet heat pulsing around his finger.

“Norns, I've wanted this for so long. Not being able to touch you has been torture.” His erection strained uncomfortably against the restrictive leather of his pants, reminding him that he was badly overdressed. Removing his finger so he could loosen his belt, his hold on you relaxed and you spun to face him eagerly.

The sight that greeted you was beyond anything you’d imagined - water running in rivulets down a broad chest, cascading over the hard, chiselled planes of his abs and impossibly deep V lines. He was sex incarnate, a fantasy made real, and right at this moment he was yours.

With a snarl he released the fastenings of his pants enough to push them down over his thighs and your eyes flicked lower. The God of Thunder wore nothing underneath and your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free, long and thick, glistening tip flushed to deep red. Unable to resist, your fingers wrapped around it, squeezing gently, enjoying the weight and velvety smoothness in your palm. He let out a strangled curse as you began slow upward strokes and you needed no further encouragement, pumping him quicker and adding a twist of the wrist that had his hips jerking to push him even further into your grip. By the time you traced a thumb across the head, slick with pre-spend, his breathing was ragged and he had to stop you before he lost his mind.

Gripping your thighs he lifted you off the ground easily, your arms and legs wrapping round him instinctively. You arched against him, heels digging into the small of his back as you began grinding desperately, your over-sensitive clit spasming with each sensation. Gritting his teeth with the strain of holding back as your naked body writhed against him, he quickly rid himself of the remaining clothes and adjusted your position so the swollen tip of his cock brushed across your dripping core.

Despite the desire coursing through his veins, he paused. “I have to hear you say it. Tell me this is what you want.”

You almost sobbed with want. “Yes, oh god, yes. Get your cock inside me now.”

That was all he needed. He swiftly aligned your bodies and pressed into you, burying himself deep in one powerful thrust. Even though you were more than ready for him it was still a stretch to take him fully, and your moans of pleasure at the delicious sting were swallowed as his mouth claimed yours in a commanding kiss. Allowing you to adjust he waited for a few seconds, palms caressing your bottom, then lifted you effortlessly until his cock was almost completely out and let you slide back down. Slowly, so slowly, splitting you open inch by inch on his full length over and over. In your state of heightened arousal, the long, slow drag of him against your walls was enough to send you spiralling over the edge, fingernails clawing at his back as you clenched tightly around his cock.

Thor continued with his steady pace, eyes squeezed shut with the effort of restraining himself, trying to ignore the perfect squeeze of your pussy on his throbbing, leaking cock. The force of your climax made you shudder, legs shaking uncontrollably as your hold round his waist loosened. Feeling your body slip backwards, his eyes flicked open and he gripped you harder, taking a step so your back could rest on the wall. Before he had a chance to check you were alright, you were able to gasp one word. “More.”

It was like flicking a switch, his base instinct taking control. Growling with lust, he hooked his forearms under your knees and braced his hands on the wall, pulling your knees high to spread you wide open. Looking down between your bodies, he pulled his hips back and pushed back in slowly, eyes fixed on the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock so well. Then he took a breath and let loose.

All you could do was hang on round his neck, the breath knocked out of your lungs as he drove up into you relentlessly, slamming into you fast and hard. The coil of pleasure in your belly tightened with each stroke, each plunge of his cock filling you to excess. As your head lolled forwards onto his shoulder you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bathroom mirror, hips pistoning at an inhuman rate, muscles rippling whilst the water drummed on his back. Never breaking his rhythm, he moved a hand to slide between your bodies, palm rubbing firmly over your clit with each snap of his hips. You moaned his name, clutching tight to his bicep as your orgasm hit without warning. He couldn’t ignore the pulsing of your walls round him this time and with a few more powerful thrusts he came, groaning loudly as he spent deep inside you.

With the pain from the chemicals subdued by the endorphins flooding your system, you were hardly aware of him gently cleaning and drying you off. Pliant and sated, you rested against his broad chest, too blissed out to object when he scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom, snuggled in a fresh fluffy towel. His aim of laying you down on the bed was hampered by the various sex toys littering the tangled sheets though. Adjusting your weight so you were supported by one arm, he swept everything aside dismissively. “These have served their purpose, you will have no more need of them today.”

Once there was space he laid you down carefully, placing his hand on your forehead for a few seconds to check your temperature before straightening up. Already missing his touch, your eyes flickered open and you reached for him worriedly. “No, don’t leave me.”

“Don’t fret. We’re only just getting started.” He moved to avoid your eager grabby hands. “But first you need something to drink.”

Feeling more lucid by the minute, you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him stride across the room in search of water. It was your first chance to properly see him in all his naked glory and you weren’t going to waste the opportunity. Every step he took offered a new area to admire - the width of his back and shoulders, those thick thighs, that insanely round butt just asking to be squeezed - and then he turned to face you. Sweet Jesus, he truly was a god amongst men. When this was over, the manufacturer of the ‘larger than life’ dildo that was currently lying on the floor would be getting a strongly-worded letter of complaint about its inadequate proportions.

The sight was so distracting that you didn’t register at first that he was offering you a glass, an amused look on his face as he watched you ogling him shamelessly. “Oh, um, thanks.” Taking the drink from him to cover your embarrassment, you realised how thirsty you were and guzzled greedily, water spilling from the corners of your mouth in your haste.

This time it was his turn to stare, eyes tracing the path of the liquid as it trickled down your throat and onto your breast. Unable to resist, his finger trailed over your skin to pick up a few stray droplets. “You seem to be feeling better. Are you hungry, pet?”

The slightest of touches, yet it had you lust-drunk, light-headed again with the desire for more. You set the glass aside, slowly and deliberately let the towel fall loose, pleased at the way his gaze was drawn to your nakedness. “Only for you.”

“Already? Then I must try harder to satisfy your appetite.” The mattress dipped as he knelt on the bed in front of you, a wicked grin on his face. “Now, what was it you were asking for over the comms, when you were deciding between Rogers and I? Ah yes, I remember.”

He ran his thumb over your cheek tenderly before his mouth closed over yours, kissing you hungrily. All the while, the weight of his body pressed slowly but insistently forwards until you were lying flat on your back again, breathless and trembling with him on all fours above you. When he pulled out of the kiss he paused for a moment, and the sight of such perfect masculine beauty hovering above you sent a pulse of desire straight to your core.

A few stray tendrils of golden hair hung loose where they had escaped their braid and you brushed the damp strands off his face, hands snaking round his neck to pull him down into another kiss. He evaded your grasp though, shuffling down the bed to settle between your legs, strong hands spreading your legs wide to give him full access as you sighed in anticipation. Starting at one ankle, he left a trail of rough kisses and bites all the way up to the inner thigh, the scratch of his beard and teeth on the soft flesh soon soothed by his tongue laving at each mark. As his mouth reached your core though, he pulled away, ignoring your frustrated whines as he repeated the process on your other leg.

Just as you thought you would combust, he looked up at you from between your thighs, the blue of his eyes barely visible round the blown pupils. Giving you a wink, he slowly ran the flat of his tongue along your slit and over your nub in one long, tantalising up and down motion. He still appeared in no hurry, shutting his eyes to savour each sensation, repeating the action three more times until you were panting with need.

With a final lick through your folds, he opened his eyes again to meet yours. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined. Is this what you were dreaming about before, pet?”

“Mmm hmm, yes. Don’t remember you wasting time by talking in my fantasy though.” Your hands tangled in his hair, firmly directing him back down to where you ached for him.

With a smug grin, he cupped your bottom with his palms to lift you closer and lowered his head again, this time flicking his tongue softly from side-to side across your clit. He varied the speed and direction but kept the same gentle pressure, until your hips were bucking off the bed in search of the added friction your body craved. The feel of you writhing under him helplessly, unable to form words beyond “oh god oh god”, was better than he'd ever hoping and he needed more, much more. Leaving one hand still caressing your bottom, the pad of his thumb pressed firmly against your swollen bundle of nerves whilst his mouth moved to cover your folds, sucking them into his mouth with lewd slurping sounds.

His tongue probed your entrance, powerfully thrusting in over and over and eagerly lapping up your juices, devouring you like the finest Asgardian mead. Gradually increasing his speed, demanding rather than coaxing another release from you, until your moans and the quaking of your thighs either side of his head told him you were close. His lips closed around your clit, suckling hard and you were lost, screaming as he took you apart and put you together again. Gentling his movements to ease you through it, drawing out your pleasure as long as possible until the tremors in your body subsided.

“Fuck, you’re amazing at that.” Barely able to catch your breath, your fingers loosened their grasp on his hair to try to push his head away. “Maybe we should rest for a bit.”

The quick shake of his head made it clear he’d heard but had other plans. “Not stopping. Another.”

Before you had a chance to react, a large hand splayed across your pelvis to pin you down and stop you squirming away. His mouth continued its teasing movements whilst a long finger penetrated you, curling and probing until it found the precise spot that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed, praise and curses falling from your lips in equal measure. He hummed in satisfaction as the tip of his tongue circled your clitoris in a feather-light motion, carefully keeping you at the razor-edge of overstimulation. Every hot breath across the swollen bud was exquisite agony, every movement pushing you closer to heaven.

He increased the speed and pressure of his finger, revelling in your breathless moans and gasps. When a second, and then a third, finger joined in to press and curl over your g-spot, you were a whimpering wreck and he was harder than he ever thought possible, unconsciously grinding his crotch against the mattress to ease the ache. God, he loved seeing you like this, would never tire of watching you surrender to the pleasure he could give you.

“Thor, please. So close,” you begged in a hoarse whisper. “Please fuck me again.”

Leaving your core, his tongue dragged slowly along your hip bone in a long stripe, drawing another low moan from you that made his cock throb. “Oh I intend to, many times. I have spent weeks imagining all the things I would do to you if you ever gave me the chance.”

His lips started their slow journey up your body as he spoke, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses to your stomach as he crawled over you. “Perhaps I should take you from behind this time? Let the perfect curves of your backside fill my hands as I fuck into you.”

Dear god, he was going to be the death of you. Your breath came in short gasps as he continued his leisurely progress up your body until his face drew level with your breasts. “Or maybe I should lay back and have you ride my cock so I can watch these beautiful tits bouncing again?” His mouth captured one nipple, nipping it between his teeth, circling the hard peak with his tongue, sucking noisily as you trembled under him, slick pooling between your thighs.

When he felt you couldn’t take any more, he let go of the nipple with a wet pop and moved further up your body, deliberately teasing with the rub of his chest against your aching nipples, until his face was level with yours. Resting one arm by the side of your face to support his weight, his other hand stroked your cheek tenderly. “But these are my fantasies, not yours. Earlier you said you wished to have my body pressing you into the bed. Is that still what you want?”

You finally found your voice, although it was just a whisper. “Hell yes.”

Exactly what he wanted to hear. “Your wish is my command, my lady.”

Using his free hand to hold your thigh wider, he shuffled to guide his rock-hard cock to your entrance and pushed in slowly, pausing to savour your wet warmth as he sheathed himself fully. “Feel so good, like you were made for me.”

Pinned under him and desperately close to cumming, you squirmed helplessly, fingers clutching at his back. “Move, please, move.”

He knew he wouldn’t last long, not with the way your walls were clenching around him. Settling for a steady rhythm of short, shallow thrusts that ensured he hit that perfect spot inside you, he rolled his hips to grind his pubic bone against your clit with each stroke.

Your eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy but knowing he was close to release you forced them open, wanting to witness him come undone above you. Using the last of your energy, as your climax hit you squeezed your inner muscles to grip his cock tighter and he howled with pleasure, hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. With a final deep thrust he came, groaning as he painted your walls with his thick cum.

*****

You’d lost count after the seventh orgasm, and life could not have been more perfect. Sitting between his legs with your head resting on his chest and his arms resting gently round your middle, you were snug and happy and thoroughly spent.

Thor pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Your skin feels cooler now, pet, I think that’s a good sign. Do you have any pain still?”

Oh shit, the sex pollen. If you were being honest, you’d forgotten all about it at this point and you did a quick self-inventory. A little sleepy but with a clearer head than you’d had in hours. Muscle cramps and fever seemingly gone. Definitely still horny as hell but you were inclined to think it had nothing to do with Hydra chemicals any more and everything to do with the fact that a literal sex god was in your bed.

“No actual pain any more. I mean, I’m quite sore in places and it’s unlikely I can walk properly right now, but I think the chemicals are out of my system.” You were suddenly acutely aware of the implications. If the effects of the pollen were gone, you were now lying naked with someone who might have only been there out of a sense of duty and had no reason to stay. You shuffled out of his embrace, not wanting to feel you were forcing yourself on him at this point. “It may or may not be a good sign but I’m starving. I’m gonna see what there is to eat. You want anything? I mean, you have used a fair amount of energy.”

He chuckled, nodding his assent, and you got out of bed, wincing slightly with each step as you headed over to table to investigate the box of supplies left by the medical team. Under different circumstances you might have grabbed a shirt to cover your nakedness but it seemed ridiculous to act all shy when you were liberally covered in hickeys, beard burn and assorted bodily fluids.

Thor’s eyes travelled over each curve of your body admiringly as you bent over and started sifting through the box. Your smooth skin was peppered with patches of purple and red across your neck and thighs and the recollection of you writhing under him in bliss, moaning so sweetly whilst he made each mark, made his cock twitch and stiffen. “I think that we may have a problem.”

You didn’t look up from your task, intent on finding something suitable to eat. “Nah we’re good, there’s enough food in here to feed an army. And Tony was in charge of sorting this box so there has to be chocolate in here somewhere.”

“No, not that. I wonder if the sex pollen is contagious, because I seem to have an uncontrollable urge to keep fucking you.”

It seemed he wasn’t in any hurry to leave and your heart leapt. You paused your search, trying hard to resist the impulse to simply turn and pounce on him. “Oh, that is a worry.”

“Yes, it is most concerning.” The carnal smile on Thor’s face belied the seriousness of his tone. “What would you propose we do about it?”

Knowing that today could well be your only opportunity with the Asgardian of your dreams, you were sure as hell going to make the most of it. “Hmm, tricky. Well, since you were kind enough to help me I guess I have no choice but to return the favour and give you the same treatment,” you said, wiggling your ass invitingly in his direction.

For a man of his size, Thor could move surprisingly quickly and he was out of bed in a flash, arms enveloping you to pull your back flush against his chest. “Absolutely, we should be thorough just in case I have been affected.” His mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and nipping.

“No sense taking chances with your health,” you purred, tilting your head sideways to give his mouth easier access to your throat.

“Um, hello.” The disembodied voice over the comms made you both jump. “I’m checking how you are - your vital signs seem to have returned to more or less normal.”

It took some effort to pay attention with large hands roaming across your body and a rapidly-hardening cock pressing against your backside but you did your best. “Yep, feeling pretty good now Doc, thanks.”

Thor tutted against your skin as his lips found the sensitive spot just behind your ear. “Only pretty good? Clearly I need to increase my efforts.” He cupped one breast, giving a squeeze and rolling the nipple firmly between his finger and thumb, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

“Everything OK?” Dr Cho tried to make it sound like genuine medical concern and not just nosiness laced with a hint of jealousy.

“Oh fuck yes ... um ... no nothing’s wrong, it’s fine, I’m fine,” you babbled, as a hand pressed insistently between your shoulder blades to bend you forwards, not stopping until your breasts squished against the table top. Your legs spread in anticipation, allowing his cock to nudge at your sex.

Helen just wouldn’t leave you in peace though. “Are you sure? Your heart rate is spiking again.”

Ignoring the rumbling laugh above you, you attempted to concentrate on the conversation. Not easy when Thor kept rolling his hips lazily to glide his cock through your folds, coating himself with your slick as his hands squeezed your bottom. You bit your lip to stifle a moan. “No, no, I’m totally better. Thor’s treatment is ... oh god ... really hitting the spot.”

“I bet it is,” said Dr Cho bitterly. “Anyway, I’ll need to run a few tests on you, just to be certain. So it’s probably a good time for Thor to leave so we can do the tests in private.”

“No need for you to bother with any tests, Doctor. I’m taking very good care of her.” Thor paused just long enough to growl a response before he lined himself up and thrust forward. You squealed with pleasure, hands scrabbling for purchase on the table as he pulled back and repeated the motion.

“Look, I realise you’re having fun in there, but it’s my job as chief medical officer to ...”

You’d had enough of conversation. “Friday, lock the door until I say otherwise.”

“But I have to ...”

Two voices spoke in unison. “Fuck off, Helen.”

*****

You woke feeling more rested than you had in a long while. Lying on your side, still half-asleep, you tried to stretch and realised with a start there was a heavy arm resting on top of you. A warm, hard body touching yours. Soft lips kissing your cheek. Oh my god, it wasn’t a dream. And he’s still here.

“Good morning, pet.” Thor’s voice was rough, still thick with sleep, and your libido was suddenly wide awake.

“Um, morning.” You kept your eyes closed, needing a few more seconds to mentally prepare for the sight that awaited you. “What time is it?”

“A little after ten. I tried not to wake you, since you obviously needed your rest. And also because it gave me a chance to admire how peaceful you look when asleep.”

Surprised by the flattery, you opened your eyes and damn, you should have taken more time to prepare yourself. Tousled golden hair framing his perfect features, plump lips curved into a warm smile, pale blue eyes gazing at you intently. It shouldn’t be possible for someone to look that good when they’d just woken up and yet there he was.

Reaching over, you cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a lingering kiss, trying to memorise the feel of his lips on yours in case it was the last time. “Thank you for helping me. For everything,”

It has truly been my pleasure.” he said, pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose that had you melting against him. His hand stroked your hip tenderly, murmuring “I adore the touch of your body against mine. So gloriously soft.”

You glanced down to where the sheet did nothing to conceal his arousal. “Definitely can’t say the same about you. Are you absolutely certain you didn’t get a dose of that sex pollen too?”

Thor didn’t even try to disguise the pride in his voice as his fingertips continued to draw lazy circles on your leg. “God-like stamina. Not to mention the company of a most desirable, bewitchingly beautiful naked woman.”

“Insatiable sexual appetite AND full of compliments - I knew that choosing you was the right decision.”

“I’m extremely glad you did. Though the Captain would disagree, he seemed most keen to be the one lucky enough to have you.”

The smile slid off your face as the toe-curling reality of yesterday’s events hit you in a wave of embarrassment. “Oh my god, everyone saw me naked. And playing with myself. And begging for sex. Ugh.“ Burying your face in the pillow, you groaned. “Never going to be able to look anyone in the face ever again. I’ll have to change my name and move to another country. SHIELD can do that, right?”

“You did nothing wrong, they all know it was the chemicals that were responsible for the way you acted. And we have all seen Stark behave far worse with no such excuse.”

“I suppose you’re right, no need to over-react. Just need to find a way to wipe everyone’s memories.” Glancing over at him, your face broke into a shy smile. “Not mine though, I don’t ever want to forget anything that happened in this room.”

Thor’s arm wrapped protectively round you so your head rested on his shoulder. “Nor do I. In any case, there is enough food and water in here to last until tomorrow so we can hide for a while longer if you wish?”

“Hiding sounds like a perfect plan. But how will we pass the time?” You snuggled closer, trailing your hand along his thigh suggestively. “Maybe we could repeat what we did yesterday but without the pollen, see if there’s a difference - you know, for science?”

His hand closed over yours to stop it before it reached his crotch. “That sounds a worthy endeavour indeed, but I have to say no. I do not want to fuck you today.”

You’d been expecting him to say that this had been a casual thing, just a good time whilst helping out a friend in distress, even though you fervently hoped for much more. Still, the bluntness of his rejection stung like a slap in the face and you hurriedly moved off him, cheeks burning in humiliation, pulling the sheet up to cover your bare chest. “Of course, sorry. Stupid of me to just assume.”

Thor put his hand under your chin, gently tilting it until your embarrassed gaze met his. “Yesterday you needed to fight those chemicals and I was very happy to fuck you, hard and fast and often. But today should be about want, not need.” He moved closer, never breaking eye contact. “And what I want to do today is make love to you.”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, hardly daring to breath in case you’d misunderstood. Moving so he was above you, he gently rolled you onto your back. Lips brushed against yours before leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat as he spoke. “Today I wish to get to know you more intimately, to take my time exploring your body slowly and find out exactly what pleases you most. To worship you with my body like the goddess you are. To give you unimaginable bliss as I fulfil your deepest fantasies.” Pausing his assault on your neck, he looked at you with hopeful eyes. “Is that something you want too?”

Your voice came out as a squeak. “Um, yes I suppose I could live with that.”

“I promise, you will not regret it.” His mouth captured yours in a kiss that quickly became more heated. Using his knee to nudge your legs apart, he settled between your thighs, rubbing against you as you sighed into his mouth. “And when we eventually leave this room, would you do me the honour of going out to dinner with me?”

“I’d love to.” Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “But you should know, I don’t put out on the first date.”

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[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.7

a/n: Kai in the underground fighting ring will always be delicious. but do yall like the new image/header? :D i made it xD

warnings: this cannot be read solo, a bit of harassment

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 8

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“This is what we’ve been able to gather in the gala.” You began your report. Eyes glued to the table separating you and the chief. Once again, he had locked the doors when you stepped in. Tsukauchi was supposed to accompany you but he had matters to meet up with All Might. “The Fukuo Kai’s boss handed out his call cards to some select people. Villains mostly, presumably.”

“And this was handed to Overhaul.” He was staring at you instead of the card. “Did you come in contact with any of the three Tsukauchi mentioned?”

“Akuji.” The memory made you cringe. Added with the sensation of being locked in this lewd office only made things worse. “He caught me off guard and infiltrated my thoughts. Rest assured that he was not able to gather any information regarding this mission.”

The chief began to tap his index finger on his knee. Taking in the information, he was delighted with the news relayed to him. However, one thing was bothering his mind.

“How did you escape his quirk?”

There it was. The dreaded question. You had no problem in telling others that Overhaul had rescued you from Akuji. In fact, you were pretty proud that he, a villain, actually thought about your safety. Allegedly, of course. But if the man in front of you were to know, he might restrain your communication between you and the young yakuza boss.

“Your hesitancy is not a good sign, my dear.” Standing up, he slowly made his way beside the table. Your peripheral vision following his every move. When the couch dipped, you bit your tongue. He somewhat smelled of beetroots. Not the best purchase if you could say. “Did you sack him in the knee? Point a gun at his face? Or none of the above?”

Shutting your eyes and letting out a long exhale, you clenched your fists and moved an inch away from him. You liked vegetables, but as a cologne? Pass.

“Overhaul managed to intervene just as I was about to make a move.”

Upon hearing your answer, his eye twitched. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he squeezed it just enough for you to turn your head and face him.

“When is your next meeting with Overhaul?” The way he prolonged each syllable in his name made you want to punch him in the nose. Yet his stare never wavered nor did he blink ever since you turned to face him. His thumb now began to brush the fabric of your shirt.

“Later this afternoon.” Your meetings with Overhaul was something you made sure not to put in your calendar. It was in this instance that you were glad you didn’t. “He still has some business to attend to.”

“Call him.” His hand began to trail down your arm. The small shiver you did made him feel dominantly good. His index finger slowly making a line. “And tell him, that your chief will be tagging along for this meeting.”

“He doesn’t do well with cops.”

“Defending him now?”

“He’s a villain and we’re asking support from him.” You reasoned out. “It would only aggravate him if we crossed that border line.”

“I’m sure you told him that there would at least be 2 other people he might meet.” He tilted his head and his hand trailed upwards. “That is standard procedure when we ask them. Don’t bother manipulating the situation, (Y/N). Call him.

Defeated, you took your phone and dialed his number. How you were going to act like you always did would be a new challenge. Glancing at the clock, there was still 2 hours before you would meet up with him. Somehow, you wished he wouldn’t answer. Somehow, you wished he was still busy with whatever his layered mind intended to do today.

The phone kept ringing till you were met with the other line saying he was unavailable. You slowly eased and carefully let out the breath you had been holding on to.

“Also, while you’re here, I have decided to move our scheduled dinner.” Twirling strands of your hair, he let out a satisfied hum. “I took the liberty of clearing your schedule for tomorrow. We shall be dining at the Tadrona Manor.”

Cursing at how far that restaurant was, you had already agreed so there was no choice.

“I shall pi-”

Both your eyes darted to the vibrating phone on the table. His contact lighting up the screen. Why did he have to call back?

“Well, answer it.” The chief took your phone, answered it, and held it up to your ear. Holding it by the edges, you waited for him to let go of your device before fully grasping it in your hand.

“Apologies for not answering.” Overhaul spoke over the line. “I had just finished my task for today.”

“It’s fine.” You tried your hardest to sound how you usually did around him. “So, uh, I have an update about our meeting later.”

“What might that be?”

“Uh…” You shivered as he felt his finger touch yours. “M-my boss wants to join the meeting. Hear me out. This’ll only be a short meeting and I can make sure to get a secluded booth for us. It’ll last no more than 20 minutes.”

You wished you hadn’t said that. In truth, you were excited to see him today. With the stable advancement the mission had, you were planning to buy him cheesecake as a thank you for cooperating. It just had to go down the drain.

“15.” He demanded. You could feel your heart sinking with disappointment. Your highlight of the day just got reduced by 5 minutes.

“Deal.”

Ending the call, the chief patted your head and finally gave back your personal space. Giving you permission to exit the office, you hastily made your way out and proceeded to go to the women’s toilet once more.

Furiously pumping on the hand sanitizer dispenser, you slathered it all over your exposed skin. The remaining amounts, you patted it on your clothes. That was even worse than before. Flopping on to the toilet seat, you mentally recalled all the previous times you entered his office. You never really saw how he stared at you since you were usually too preoccupied with your reports. The memory of him cunningly brushing his skin on yours as he handed out folders. And, perhaps that may be the reason why he kept giving you high cases. To have you all to himself in his little private area.

Shuddering at the reminder, you grunted and once again found yourself in the same position last time. Your phone vibrated once more. Lazily taking it out, you didn’t bother checking who the caller was.

“(L/N) speaking.” Voice heavy.

“What was that about?” Of course he would call back.

“He’s a moody ass.” You snapped back. “He likes to pry whenever I do my cases. I’m sorry to get you involved.”

“Is he bothering you?” His tone serious as he carefully chose his words. The way you sounded over the phone made him think that something happened, again

What you’d give to say yes but this was your problem. Not his. Bringing him into the picture would surely escalate things even more.

“Everything’s fine, birdman.”

“Birdman?”

“My bad.” You finally managed to chuckle. “I meant to say Overhaul.”

“Do as you please. I’ll see you later, problem child.”

Ending the call, you were now feeling much better. Still dirty from all the contact but lighter than before. By the time you were seated on your office chair, Tsukauchi knocked on your cubicle and dragged his chair to sit beside you.

“I called the place you wanted to hold the meeting in and they told me they were already preparing for your arrival.”

“Thanks, Nao.” You began to pack your stuff. “How’s Toshi-san?”

“Same old. Still trying to protect people despite his situation.” He paused and squinted his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging your shoulders, you faced him and winked. “I’m just… anxious for later. The chief wants to tag along.”

“Hmm. I see.” His quirk was telling him that you weren’t entirely truthful but maybe it was because of that. He had taken notice that if given the chance, his boss would join in on your case. You were always neutral about it. Why was this any different? “Are you okay with him joining?”

“Don’t use your quirk on me, Nao.” Booping his nose, you stood up and walked to the lobby.

There, you desperately prepared for the short taxi ride you would take. It was too obvious the both of you would sit in the back seat. When you saw him walking towards you, you swallowed every bit of your pride and forced a grin on your face. Leading him outside, you managed to quickly hail a cab.

Expecting him to open the door for you to enter, you swore you looked like an idiot when you realized he was waiting for you to do the action. Well, he was the chief so you simply rolled your eyes as he entered. The middle of the back seat was a saving grace as you placed your bag there.

It felt like forever but the taxi finally arrived at your destination. Entering the establishment, you were greeted by a waitress, you gave your name and she led you to a private room. Peaking at your watch, there was still 10 more minutes before the meeting would start. 10 minutes of agony.

Now that you were seated, the waitress asked if you’d prefer coffee or tea to be served. The chief spoke up and went for tea. The sliding doors finally closed and you were left alone with him.

“This kind of environment,” He spoke. “Is the scenario I reserved for us at Tadrona Manor. Exciting isn’t it? Privacy at it’s best.”

Forcefully lifting the corners of your mouth, you lowered your head as acknowledgement. You’ve never dreaded tomorrow like you did today. The doors opened and your breath hitched. Wearing his usual get-up, the bird mask was on full display today. The golden tip shinier than usual.

“You’re early?” You asked. Relief in your voice evident in his ears.

“The area was clear of traffic, hence my arrival before the agreed time.” Overhaul took the seat across you. His sight shifted to the man beside you. “If possible, I’d like to start now. I still have tasks at hand and this being of low importance.”

“This is mostly about the calling card. I just, uh, I was thinking about making you wear a device that enables me to hear what’s happening during the meeting.” You asked as you fidgeted with your fingers. Nails digging into your skin.

“The Fukuo Kai like to check their visitors.”

“I thought about that part. I’m taking into consideration of le-”

“We’ll give you an ear piece. You use your quirk on it and when you're inside, rebuild it. I hypothesize that the connection would still be established since the parts are technically the same.” The chief explained for you.

Observing how your jaw tightened and you barely made any eye contact, perhaps his assumptions were right. He could see the way you were leaning away from him. How you fidgeted around. And basically, how you weren’t as lively as you were when you're with him.

“I have no problems with your plans.” He commented ominously. His golden eyes staring directly at your chief. “However, I despise unclean people like you. As much as I’d like to cleanse this world from this horrible disease, perhaps I should get rid of men who cut women off as they speak as well.”

“She’s my employee.” The chief retorted. “We only have 15 minutes to this meeting and she was moving slow, as always.”

“And I handle a yakuza organization with twice the amount of workers.” Overhaul fought back. “Yet, we have been taught to always act chivalrously towards women.”

“Overhaul.” You tried to break the growing tension. When your eyes met his, he saw the relief painted in them. The way your shoulders relaxed and your features softened told him he had done his part. “It’s okay.”

You wanted to say thank you but with the chief around, you’d have to save it for later via message.

“Do you have anything else to share?” He asked you.

“No. That was all for today.”

“Leave the room first. We’ll follow after.” Overhaul rested his elbow on the table and leaned a little towards the chief. His brows furrowed when you weren’t sure of whether or not to leave the room with him and the other man alone. “Did you not hear me? I said leave the room. Now.”

Shocked that he had used that tone, you briskly took your belongings and exited the room.

You were grateful for his actions but this would not look good for tomorrow’s dinner. Bumping into the waitress with the coffee in tray, you told her that there was no need and that the meeting had to stop for personal reasons. Wanting a breath of fresh air, you stepped outside and waited for them there.

It was only a matter of seconds before they exited the establishment. The look on your boss’ face ultimately displeased of what had just transposed. His mind travelled to tomorrow. You were surely going to regret not speaking up on his behalf. Putting on a fake smile, he bowed lazily and hailed a cab.

“Problem child.” He snapped you from your thoughts. “Go home and take a shower.”

“What?” That sentence was least expected.

“You smell like him.” His eye twitched and he felt his blood boil when he realized that man’s scent was on you. “I can smell you even with this mask. Tch. You’re even filthier than before. Did you bring your car?”

“No. We had to take a cab.”

Massaging his temples, he let out a groan of annoyance.

“Follow me. I’ll take you home.”

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