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heizlut · 2 months

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Hallo! I am very new to tumblr, so please excuse any mistakes i may make qwq

I really enjoyed your Venti and Kaeya story(ies)! Could you do something similar for Lyney with the addition of a breeking kink? He doesnt have cat ears or a tail like his sister- instead, the feline side of him shows through his obsessive need to breed :x

jshdhdhd i’ve been thinking about this like crazy and i’m so glad we got to clarify a few details over messages before i wrote this! again, welcome to tumblr! i’m so glad you stumbled across my page🫶🏼 (was also totally inspired by the yaoi when writing this lmfao)

Jinx

cw: breeding kink, textured feline tongue, hypnosis, rope-play, mentions of pregnancy

tags: sub fem!reader, dom!lyney with recessive feline traits, mostly proofread

a/n: here's a lil translation for the pet names- "mon chaton"= my kitten; "mon cherie"= my beloved; "bonne fille"= good girl; “ma bonne fille”= my good girl

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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Ever since becoming his girlfriend, Lyney found he had a particular jinx; all because one evening he fucked you so hard backstage before his performance, filling you so full of his sticky cum, and his show ended up being the greatest one yet. The next performance, he wanted to test out his little theory; fucking his cock into your tight cunt til his cum was leaking out and dripping down your thighs. Lyney had yet another show stopping performance.

When he told you his theory, you had simply laughed, “Seems like you just want to relieve some pre-show nerves. I doubt it’s some type of jinx, my love.” The cute little pout on Lyney’s face made it hard to take him seriously. You give him a kiss on the cheek, “I don’t mind this little routine though. If it means getting fucked so full of you before a show, I’ll do it.”

Tonight was a performance that Lyney knew he couldn’t fuck up. It was meant to be another show stopper with prominent Fontaine guests in the audience. You made your way to his dressing room as you usually did. Lyney was seated at his vanity touching up his hair when he saw your reflection behind him in the mirror. The corners of his lips curl upwards, “There she is~”

You smirk in response, “I have something special for you tonight…Master Lyney~” Lyney turned his body in his chair to face you as you begin to undo the buttons of your dress. The soft material slips off your body, revealing a red lacy lingerie set with a black garter belt that matched his. Lyney’s lips part, taking in every inch of you with his violet eyes. Lyney almost wanted to curse his innate feline genes for almost pouncing on you right then and there. The way you looked right now and using that title he'd teased you with before was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to be able to take his time with you, or at least as much time as he could before he had to make his way to the stage.

Lyney gets up from his seat, sauntering over to you with a sultry look in his eyes. His fingers reach out, tracing the lacy edges of your lingerie, "Look at my sweet girl dressed so provocatively... Wearing my extra garter belt no less." He runs his finger under one of the straps and pulls it back and releases, letting it lightly slap back against your skin. Your breath catches in your throat as he does so. Arousal pooling against the thin fabric of your panties when he leans in, his lips grazing yours as he speaks in a low tone, "I have something special for you too, mon chaton~" Lyney backs away from you, the lingering touch from his lips sets you ablaze with desire.

Lyney digs through his pocket and pulls out a carnelian pendulum with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Be a sweetheart for me and keep your eyes on crystal, yes?" You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, fixing your gaze on the pendulum. Your eyes follow the swinging pendulum as Lyney begins to speak, "Relax your mind and your body... Focus on the sound of my voice..." He continues on as you feel your mind go blank. He smirks at your dazed expression, now having you fully under.

He softly caressed your cheek, running the pad of his thumb across your soft lips, "Be a good girl and get the purple rope, yes?" All you can do is nod and follow his instructions. Lyney's cock twitches as he watches you bring back the rope he requested. He takes it from you hands and moves behind you, his lips against your ear, "Arms behind your back, mon cherie~" Of course, you comply. His voice filling your mind like a sweet melody that was only meant for you alone. A tingling sensation pricks at your skin as the ropes loop through your arms just tight enough for you to be forced to stay in that position, unable to touch him.

Lyney's fingers trace your skin as he moves to the front of you, admiring how gorgeous you looked. He takes hold of the straps of your pretty bra between his digits, using his pyro vision to carefully singe them just enough to let a piece of them burn away. The straps fall loose to your back and he singes the front connecting the cups. Your perky breasts are left exposed to his lustful gaze as the bra makes a soft noise when it lands on the dressing room floor. You squirm a little in your spot as the need between your legs begins to consume you. Your eyes stuck on his violet ones that burn with deep desire, "Be still, mon chaton."

Your lips part as you let a soft moan slip when Lyney cups your breasts in his nimble hands. He squeezes and massages them, mesmerized by the way the plushness squishes between his fingers. He lowers himself and leans forward taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth; his rough feline tongue flicking and swirling around it. Your body tries to fight against the hypnosis, desperate to tangle your fingers in his hair as his rough tongue does its work on your body.

Leaving your breasts sore and swollen, Lyney kisses down your body softly til he's eye level with your clothed cunt. His eyes flit up to your face, pleased to see you looking so needy. He taps your thigh twice, "Spread out so I can enjoy my pre-performance meal." You comply, taking a small step to the side to give him more room. Lyney smirks, "Bonne fille..." He places his hands on your thighs and licks a stripe through your thin panties. He lets out a broken groan at the scent and taste of you as your arousal soaked the material. Lyney tugs at the panties until they rip and glide down, now hanging loosely around one ankle.

Your moans fill the small dressing room as he dives in between your folds, lapping up your juices with his rough tongue. His grip tightens on your thighs as you shake with pleasure; his tongue relentless against your sensitive clit. White hot pleasure courses through you as you cum on his tongue, making him snarl as he overstimulates you, unable to get enough of your taste. "Please, Master Lyney~!" you cry out, feeling as though your legs are about to give out from underneath you. The title you give him and the way you taste and smell kicks his feline instincts into full gear. Lyney needed to breed you.

Lyney straightens up and tugs you by your garter belt to his vanity. He bends you slightly and tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head up to look at the reflection of you both in his mirror. "Oh, mon chaton... See the way you look right now? I simply can't resist~", he chuckles as you whimper when you're forced to look at how dazed and desperate you are for him. He undoes his pants, tugging them down just enough for his twitching cock to bob free against your ass.

Lyney's hands travel down your curves and to your round ass, giving your cheeks a light squeeze. He spreads them apart, giving himself a better view of your leaky pussy. He moves his hips, letting his fat pink tip rub against your cunt and gather your arousal. Lyney stills himself, his tip pushed against your wet entrance as he leans over, locking eyes with you in the reflection, "Keep your eyes on us." Unable to do anything other than what he says, your eyes widen as a pretty cry leaves your lips as he pushes himself inside of you.

His fingers dig into the fat of your hips as he fucks into you deep and hard. Lyney completely loses it when he sees your eyes flutter and drool slips from the corner of your mouth as you keep your eyes on the lewd display. His pace becomes harsh as the tip of his thick cock bullies your insides over and over, "Need to breed you nice and full... Need to see your cute stomach swell with my children- Fuck, mon amour...-" His hips stutter when he sees the white ring of cum that had formed at the base of his cock. Lyney lets out a breathy chuckle, running his fingers though his hair, “Creaming around my cock? You must really want me to breed you, huh”

You’re so fucked out the only way you can respond is by moaning over and over. You looked angelic and so fucking slutty that when your eyes crossed in pleasure and your tits bounced in time with his thrusts, Lyney releases a whiny moan. With a final thrust, his hot cum floods your fluttering pussy. His cock throbs as he regains his senses, groaning as he pulls out and his cum begins to leak from your cunt.

As much as the sight of his cum leaking from you filled his ego, Lyney needed it to take. Quickly grabbing a silicone prop, he pushes it inside your pussy with a curved smile, "You shouldn't let my seed go to waste. We need to keep you stuffed full 'til my cum takes..." Your eyes meet his devious ones in the vanity mirror, still looking for more. A sudden knock on the door causes Lyney to snap from his thoughts as Lynette's voice sounds from the other side, "Lyney, it's time."

"I'll be there in a moment!", he calls back and then lets out a sigh. His gaze returning to your dazed one. Your were still under his hypnosis... Lyney's voice is saccharine when he speaks his next words, "Sit still at my vanity and don't even think about covering up or fucking yourself on the prop that's keeping my cum in you." A sly smile forms on his lips when you let out a small whimper when you sit, making the silicone prop push deeper inside of you. Lyney presses a slow kiss to your lips and smiles, "Ma bonne fille..." He readjusts his clothes and fixes his hair one last time before heading out for his grand performance,

And what a performance it was. A standing ovation, thrown flowers covering the stage, and raving reviews from the prominent figures of Fontaine; all thanks to you. Lyney walks back to his dressing room and his lips curl up when his gaze lands on your shaking, restrained body still sat as his vanity as your own arousal had pooled in the chair. You were his lucky charm, his special jinx; and oh how he would reward you for being so perfect.... Breeding you time and time again.

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a/n: i turned myself on just writing this lol also plz if you’ve read the yaoi i referenced, let’s be friends lmao

#lyney smut #lyney x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #genshin impact lyney

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wandasgf · 7 months

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THERE'S JUST ONE THING I WANT (your blood all over me)

pairings: final girl!reader + slashers!wandanat, pre-established bucky + reader

summary: movie night at your boyfriend bucky's on friday the 13th, what could go wrong?

warnings: depictions of violence and murder, cult dynamics (cult leader wanda), character death (not reader), cheating, manipulation, patriarchal ideals, misogyny, power dynamics, pet names, mommy kink, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dom!wanda, fingering, groping

wc: 5.7k~

A/N: sorry bucky...

Friday the 13th, a universal day of bad luck and bad omens. You were never one to be overly superstitious, you did have a black cat, Liho, after all, but something about this just felt like a bad idea. Bucky had proposed the idea of having a movie night of sorts to celebrate the unofficial holiday, wanting to invite some friends over and watch a few horror movies. He explicitly wanted to ‘watch Parker piss his pants over a little movie,’ which you rolled your eyes at.

“I don't know if this is a good idea, Buck…” You sigh, looking up at the taller man through your lashes, your arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh, come on, it'll be fun. Who doesn't love a good horror movie?” He laughs, though he knows you don't, “besides, I'll keep you safe. Don't worry.” He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You know I don't like those kinds of movies,” you huff, “and your friends are always… weird.” You mumble, burying your face in his chest. He sighs above you, starting to run his fingers through your hair, “I know, I know, but it'll just be one movie. And it's just the guys! They're harmless, come on, you know that!” His tone is lighthearted, but he tugs a little on your hair at the last part. “You can invite some of your friends,” he offers, “who've you been hanging out with lately? Wanda? Natasha? Carol?” and then he quickly changes his mind, he doesn't like her attitude towards either of you, “Ugh, no, don't invite Carol… How about that Kate girl? You can invite the redheads and Kate?”

“...okay, but promise you won't pick one that's too scary?”

“Promise, scaredy cat.”

Friday comes quickly and you're currently preparing for Bucky’s friends to come over, making sure there's cold beer in the fridge and snacks for them to eat. Your boyfriend was setting up the television apparently, telling you that you were always better in the kitchen than he was and then disappearing into the living room. Some of your friends were coming too, which you were grateful for. You had debated inviting Carol even though Bucky said not to, but decided against it. Wanda and Kate would be here soon, but Natasha said she had something she needed to do with Yelena tonight and wouldn’t be able to make it.

You play with the ring around your finger before you start to put bowls and dishes on the island’s countertop in front of you, humming softly to yourself as you make sure it looks presentable. You were never one to like an ugly spread. Bucky chooses this time to come into the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, “see? Told you, you’re so much better in the kitchen than I am.”

“You’re just saying that because I cut up some plums for you.”

“You got me.” He chuckles, reaching forward to grab a slice of the fruit, “the boys should be here soon, you should get changed.” He pats your bare thigh, the shorts you’re wearing are decidedly too short for him, and then pulls away from you and starts to walk away.

“You didn’t seem to mind my outfit earlier!” You call out after him teasingly, and he just turns around to give you a pointed look, opening his mouth to speak before promptly closing it when he hears a car pull into the driveway. “That must be Steve. Go get changed.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

It did turn out to be Steve, and you greet him after you’ve come back downstairs. This time dressed in a pair of jeans and a brown sweater. Bucky’s friends arrive in quick succession after that: Steve, Sam, Tony, Peter (Quill, not Parker. Parker couldn’t make it), and even Rhodey showed up which was apparently something of a miracle. Wanda’s friend Vision was away for work, otherwise you might have asked her to bring him too. You sip on a drink in the kitchen with Wanda while you wait for Kate, it was far too loud in the living room with all the boys. Especially because Tony had started drinking. You don’t envy Pepper, the man could be loud while sober, so this was almost unbearable. You remind yourself that they’re Bucky’s friends and it’s just one evening, he’ll make it up to you tomorrow.

“You know, you could have just told him we were going out and you wouldn’t have had to deal with all of this,” Wanda hums, lifting her glass up to her lips and taking a sip of wine, “I know how much you hate these kinds of movies.”

“I know, but he seemed excited about it, and you know him… I don’t want to be down on something he’s actually excited about.” You lean against the counter, holding your glass in both hands against your chest. “He said he’d pick a movie that wasn’t too scary, but we can probably get away with just being in here for the whole night. It’s not like they’ll really notice.”

“You don’t think Bucky will notice if you’re not within two feet of him at all times? You must have forgotten who you’re talking about.” Wanda laughs humorlessly, a tight smile on her lips. None of your friends were particularly… fond of your boyfriend. It’s not that they hated him, he could be a nice guy, it’s just that sometimes the way he treated you was more like the way you’d treat a child or a trophy than a girlfriend.

Just then Bucky’s voice interrupts the two of you with a ‘babe!’ and you excuse yourself from the kitchen. You’re semi-grateful for it, not wanting to get into this Wanda right now, but you wanted to avoid the guys for longer than you were able to.

It turns out he had just wanted another beer, which you brought him and he accepted with a kiss to your cheek. You’re certain that Peter was going to ask for one too until he and Bucky had some sort of silent conversation, so you slipped out of the room to avoid whatever the outcome might have been. Things between the two of them could get tense.

Wanda gives you a look when you re-enter the kitchen and you shrug, “he was having some sort of debate with Steve, he didn’t want to lose his train of thought.”

“Uh huh…” The strawberry blonde opens her mouth to say something else, but she’s cut off when she hears a sharp, feminine scream pierce her ears. A scream that she knows doesn’t belong to the horror movie everyone is supposed to be watching tonight. She gives you an indecipherable look, and you look back at her with wide eyes, frightened. “Was that… the movie? Buck didn’t say he was starting it yet…”

She doesn’t answer you, waiting to see if maybe she can hear the background noise of a movie coming from the living room, maybe they decided on a different movie. But when she doesn’t hear anything besides confused chatter she can’t quite decipher she shakes her head, “I don’t think so.”

You’re soon joined by Bucky and the rest of the guys in the kitchen when he rushes in to make sure the scream he heard wasn’t, in fact, his girlfriend. “What the hell was that? Are you okay?” He holds you at arm’s length to inspect you, making sure you weren’t hurt. You could be a little clumsy, and he knows you’ve been drinking some wine, so he thought maybe you had decided to cut up some fruit and dropped the knife, accidentally cutting yourself. But after a quick once over, he realizes that you’re fine.

“I-I don’t know. Wanda and I were just talking in here and then we heard a scream. I thought maybe you started the movie without us. Do you think someone’s hurt somewhere? Oh God, this is exactly how those horror movies you like so much start out. I told you doing something like this today was a bad idea, Buck–”

The back door opens and you barely hear it, still rambling until Bucky puts his hand over your mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, and you’re about to move his hand to tell him off, who cares that his friends are here, until you hear a set of footsteps and realize that everyone is standing still and tense. Bucky’s house had a bit of an odd layout. Whereas other houses kitchen’s were in the back of the house, his was near the front.

Your boyfriend was always hyper vigilant, even when there was no reason to be, but when he brings his finger up to his lips to signal you to be quiet, you think that maybe there is a reason this time. Even Tony seems to have shut up, looking slightly concerned. Maybe all your talk about bad omens was getting to everyone.

There’s a tension in the air and everything is silent for a moment until the footsteps continue, getting closer and closer…

Your breath gets caught in your throat when a masked figure steps through the doorway. They have a long, sharp, knife-like blade in one hand, the front of their shirt and mask splattered with blood. In the other hand, you see a coat you recognize, one you know belongs to Kate, splattered and stained with blood. Wordlessly, they hold it up and tilt their head, their green eyes sparkling at the recognition and horror on your face. A scream rips through your throat before you can stop it.

Bucky turns and he’s quick to push you behind him as soon as you scream while everyone else is frozen in place, eyes wide with shock. “Very funny guys, love that you hired an actor to scare the shit out of my girlfriend, very clever. When I said I wanted to scare her, I meant with the movie. So she would be extra clingy tonight, so we could– not the point. This isn’t cool.” His tone hardens with the last three words, feeling the way you’re shaking slightly behind him from fear.

“Buck, we didn’t… this isn’t us.” Sam speaks up and the masked stranger decides that this is enough talking for now before they surge towards Peter, who’s drunk enough to move just a bit too slowly. Their knife plunges into his stomach and he lets out a loud yell, drink dropping from his hand and glass shattering against the floor, doubling over when the knife is taken out and then plunged into his flesh again and again and again.

The action is enough to snap everyone out of their frozen states and send everyone running in a panic. You vaguely hear a ‘holy fuck!’ before Bucky grabs your hand and drags you out of the room, planning to circle around the killer and then exit the house. He lives at the end of a relatively secluded street, but he has his car and if he can get to it, he knows he could get the both of you away from danger quite quickly. He’d be sorry about his friends, but he can always make new ones.

“B-Buck, wait! We can’t just leave Wanda, what if she’s next? Please, we can't just leave. That was Kate’s coat, they got Kate. We can’t leave everyone.”

“We might get killed and you're worried about that redheaded b– fine, we can make sure Wanda’s okay.” He concedes when he sees your face, pulling you into the bathroom with him and shutting the door. He takes a breath and then locks it. If all else fails, the two of you can stay in here until morning, but right now he apparently needs a new plan.

He pats his pockets to try and find his phone, if nothing at all he needs to call the police. He groans when he realizes he left it on the couch. “Fuck.”

At some point you and Bucky get separated, it's hard to stay together in chaos like this. Maybe going back for Wanda was a bad idea, but you just couldn't leave her to fend for herself, especially after what you can only assume happened to Kate. And seeing what happened to Peter, you couldn’t let that happen to her. Stupid, maybe, but she was one of your closest friends.

You don't know how long it's been until you find yourself in a group again. Except now you're missing Peter, Tony, Steve and Rhodey. By the look on Bucky’s face, you know they all must have suffered the same fate as Peter.

“What do we do, man? We could try to leave, but that only got Steve killed. Did anyone call the cops? I can't find my phone.” Sam paces the room.

Steve’s body lays limp and slightly cold on the stone path leading from Bucky’s porch to the driveway. He didn’t get very far.

“I did.” Wanda speaks up from the doorway, keeping watch in the one on the left and scanning the whole room, paying particular attention to the doorway across from her. “I hope they'll be here soon. They might have already been here if James didn't live so far from town.”

“Oh, are you blaming this on me? Are you saying this is my fault?” Bucky shoots a glare towards Wanda. The tension between the two of them was always thick, but right now you think even a knife wouldn’t be able to cut through it.

“If the shoe fits.”

“Listen here, you–”

“Watch your tone.” Wanda's accent slips out and your eyes flit over towards her.

“Please don't fight, it won't make things better.” Your voice is quiet, scared, as you speak. You stand close to Bucky, arms wrapped around your torso. You're shaking slightly, the image of both Peter and Steve making you nauseous. You hadn’t expected to see him when you walked out the front door, and the image was enough to have you running back into the house.

Bucky grunts in response and Wanda doesn't say anything, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and looking towards the other entrance of the room you were all in again.

Perhaps she should have been paying more attention to what's behind her, though, because the masked stranger is suddenly right there. Your eyes widen and you don't have time to warn her before she shrieks as they force her hands behind her back and press a knife against her throat. It's a bit of a struggle, but the masked assailant is clearly strong as they manhandle Wanda into the room.

“Wanda!”

“Fuck!”

“Man, fuck this!”

You, Bucky, and Sam all stand alarmed near the center of the room, looking with widened eyes at the scene in front of you. A beat of silence passes, all that can be heard is labored breathing. And then the knife falls from her throat and Wanda starts to laugh, bent over from the force of it. “Oh, you should have seen your faces!” She laughs like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to her before she stops abruptly and stands up, a gun suddenly in her hand, pointed straight towards you. “Come here.” Her accent is back now, the fake American one dropped.

“W-Wanda, I don’t… what’s going on?” You sniffle, tears falling freely down your cheeks.

“W-Wanda,” she mocks, faux pout on her lips, “Come here.”

“Don’t listen to her. Stay right behind me.” Bucky steps in front of you, shielding you with his body.

“What a gentleman.” Wanda sneers, gun steadily pointed at Bucky’s chest now.

“Wanda, sweetheart, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Natasha speaks up, taking the now bloody hockey mask off and revealing herself. It had been so hard for her to keep her comments to herself and remain a mystery this whole time. Usually it wouldn’t be, but today was just so exciting. And it was personal.

Oh, she had been the one to give Wanda the handgun.

“Now what the fuck?” Sam makes the mistake of making himself known again and Wanda rolls her eyes, turning and aiming the gun at him instead. “Oh, shut up.” She pulls the trigger and a bullet goes straight through the man’s skull, blood splattering onto the floor and the wall behind him. He drops to the floor with a thud.

“Jesus Christ! You’re both fucking insane!” Bucky takes a glance towards Sam’s body on the floor, feeling bile rise up in his throat.

“Buck, I-I’m scared.” You whimper, and he pulls your body against his, hoping to bring you some comfort by running his fingers through your hair. This is not something he ever thought before, but maybe he should have listened to you when you said this was a bad idea.

Wanda takes a deep breath, her head jerking involuntarily at the sight, like she’d just seen something horrible. “I won’t ask again. Come. Here.” The gun is pointed at you again and her hand shakes slightly. Her eyes flash and you look up at Bucky, afraid she might actually shoot you. “Buck, I-I maybe I should go over. T-To calm her down… I don’t want her to hurt you.”

You sniffle again and he takes five seconds before giving a small nod. “It’ll be okay, baby. They won’t get away with this, I promise, I won’t let them.” He says in a way that he hopes is comforting to you. You hesitate before pulling away from him and slowly walking over to Wanda.

“Hi, Wands,” you smile up at her sweetly, “did I do good?”

“You would have done better if you didn’t let him put his hands on you like that,” she spits. You pout up at her and she softens slightly, leaning down to kiss you. She knows you were only playing a role, but that didn’t make it better, “you did great, baby.”

“What the fuck is going on!”

You spin around, eyes wild, no longer hiding anything now that the charade has been dropped, angry that your moments with Wanda are still being interrupted. “Will you shut the fuck up for five fucking seconds?! We are trying to have a conversation here.”

Bucky, poor guy, looks the most shocked you’ve ever seen him. He never would have seen this coming, he never could have. This wasn’t like you, you were sweet and quiet and would never speak to him like that. You couldn’t possibly have anything to do with this, not voluntarily. The way you were acting wasn’t making any sense.

“Baby… Come on, this isn’t like you. Whatever they said to you, whatever they did to you, you can tell me. I can help, I’ll get you out of this, you don’t have to worry.” He chooses almost the exact wrong thing to say, and you grab the gun from Wanda, pointing it towards him. Wanda and Natasha look toward each other, this wasn’t part of the plan. Not exactly, anyway.

"Oh, you can help me?! You'll help me!" You think of these past couple of months, years really, that you’ve spent with Bucky, stuck with Bucky. You did it to yourself upon the request of Natasha, but that doesn’t make it any better. You're practically hysterical at this point, waving the gun in your hand around with your finger on the trigger, "because you're a big strong military man, you can help me! Oh, and I bet you’ll save me too!" You're laughing now, shaking as adrenaline pumps through your veins. "That's what I am to you, isn't it? Proof of your ability as a man to save a woman? Your little trophy to prove that you're a good guy." You point the gun steadily at Bucky now, looking him directly in the eyes, "unfortunately for you, I've never been yours to save."

The thing about your and Bucky’s relationship is that it was never built on anything good. It would have been better, for him mostly, but the both of you, if you had just stayed friends like you wanted to, but he just kept pushing. He loves you, don’t you love him too? He knows you do, he can tell. He’s loved you since middle school and he’s never found the right time to tell you, but now that you’re both starting university, he couldn’t take the chance that you’d find someone else. (Unfortunately for him, you already had. The extra 10 years of friendship Bucky had, had nothing on the connection you had with Wanda and Natasha).

Bucky watched you grow up, watched you turn to him when your parents fought, watched you take your father’s mistreatment of you and your mother, and watched your little fear of abandonment grow when your father up and left one night. Watched the way you hoped he wouldn’t leave too, took advantage of it, really. And you watched him, watched the cracks in his nice guy persona get bigger, watched as they became canyons when you wedged yourself into them, watched as he hoped, God he hoped that you were your mother’s daughter.

And Wanda and Natasha watched you both, content to keep your relationship a secret as you explored the ways in which you could exploit Bucky, expose his true colors. They didn’t do very much pushing on your part, they wanted you to be free to make your own decisions. They may be in charge, but this was your idea, they just gave it the green light. Well, Wanda may have planted a few seeds, but that’s what she does. You were free to ignore them if you wanted, but she knew you didn’t. She knew you’d make her plans blossom.

The switch from hysterics to calm and collected has your boyfriend's head spinning. He doesn't know what part of this is real and what isn't, still half hoping this is some sick prank. Because this isn't like you, it's just not. The first time Bucky had ever shown you one of his guns, you were like a deer in headlights. You'd refused to even touch it, scared of such a weapon, a monster of human creation, you'd called it. That's who his girlfriend was, not this person standing in front of him. This mad woman, this crazy bitch. So this had to be fake, it had to be a prank.

It's not, of course, because what Bucky doesn't understand is that nothing with him had ever been anything but fake. What Bucky doesn't understand is that even though he's your boyfriend, you've never been his girlfriend, you've been Natasha and Wanda's. You've always been Natasha and Wanda's.

Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek, "go on, pretty girl, you can do it," she whispers encouragingly. This may not be a part of the original plan, but the sooner they get this done, the sooner she can take you back to her and Wanda’s apartment. And the sooner Wanda can stop obsessing over this. "Remember how he treated you. Remember how we treat you."

“Be a good girl, we’re so close.” Wanda’s voice hits your ears and it’s like you can’t help but listen to anything she says. You take the shot without a second thought, the bullet going straight through Bucky’s chest as your own chest heaves, your breathing slightly labored. You’re still holding the gun towards him as his eyes widen and he drops to the ground, touching the wound like he can’t believe what just happened. He chokes slightly, coughing, as blood starts to spill past his lips and you shut your eyes. If only he hadn’t turned into such a rotten guy, he would have survived.

You feel Wanda’s soft hand slide up the length of your arm as she slots herself behind you now, Natasha going to check around the house to make sure no one has miraculously survived being slain. A smile graces the Sokovian’s lips and she envelopes your hand in her own, gently transferring the gun into her own grip instead, letting your arm drop to your side before lowering the weapon and tucking it into her back pocket, “you did such a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice is so sweet and loving that your bottom lip trembles involuntarily.

You love Natasha, but Wanda has always had an affect on you, and you know that if the Russian had said the same thing instead, you wouldn’t react this same way. The overwhelming feelings that loomed over tonight come back in full force as you let out the first sob. “Oh, sweet girl,” Wanda coos, turning you in her arms and bringing you against her, holding you tight, “such a big night for you, huh? But you know that what you’ve done is for the greater good, right? You know that, don’t you?”

You nod and she kisses the top of your head. “B-But Tasha came early, and I didn’t know that Katie– I thought– Tasha was too early, and I couldn’t tell if–” You can’t get your thoughts together anymore, your mind racing with everything that’s been going through your head since the beginning of the night. The fear for Kate, the confusion when Natasha showed up before 10:02pm, the very specific time she was supposed to, the way Wanda had looked just as confused as you had.

“Oh no, did she scare you?” Wanda laughs lightly, endeared and a little amused, “I’ll have to give Tasha a little talking to. She was a little early, huh?” She smooths her hand along your hair, petting you, “don’t worry about Katie, darling, she’s just fine. You know how Yelena would react if she wasn’t.”

“I-I know, but–”

“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. It’s okay, you didn’t know. Now, why don’t you give me a kiss, hm? Don’t I deserve a thank you?”

A ‘thank you’ for what, you didn’t know, but Wanda clearly thought she was deserving of one and who were you to question her? You lean up to give her a kiss, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as she grips your waist. You sigh against her lips, feeling yourself relax a little just from the comfort any amount of affection from Wanda gives you.

“I leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re pretending like I don’t exist.” Natasha stands from where she was leaning against the doorframe as she looks at you and Wanda, “do you have any idea how long I was standing there?” It had only been long enough to catch Wanda’s ‘don’t I deserve a thank you?’ and watch the two of you kiss, but still.

You pull away from Wanda and huff, your tears now forgotten, “I’m mad at you!” You glare at Natasha and she raises an eyebrow, walking towards you now, “mad at me, зайка?” She furrows her eyebrows slightly, as if she’s confused, and there’s an annoyingly attractive little smirk on her lips as she gets closer.

She grabs your hips and pulls you away from Wanda and the Sokovian would usually protest against the Russian’s audacity to steal her girl away, but she’s content to watch the two of you bicker for a few minutes. Natasha pulls you against her, “now what did I do to deserve that?” She squeezes your hips softly, looking down at you. “You were early!” You push against her chest before resting your hands there, playing with the fabric of her sweatshirt, “we had a plan!”

“Well, we didn’t exactly stick to the plan anyway, did we, baby? Huh? I don’t think the past 15 minutes were part of the plan. How about you, Wands?” Natasha turns her head slightly and makes eye contact with her girlfriend, to which the strawberry blonde just rolls her eyes, “this is not my problem. She’s not mad at me.”

“We might have if you showed up on time! You scared me, you asshole!”

Natasha is perfectly happy to humor when you’re ‘mad’ at her and even when you play fight against her or hit her, but she is not happy to hear you speak to her like that. Her movement is swift as she reaches up to grab your jaw, her grip harsh as her fingertips dig into your cheeks, “watch your tone and your language, yeah?”

You whine quietly, nodding. Natasha hums, releasing your jaw in favor of patting your cheek, “good girl. Now, why don’t you tell me properly why you’re ‘mad’ at me?” Her next actions contradict her words as she slips her hands underneath your shirt, sliding her palms up your stomach and then back down again.

“You were…” you trail off, distracted by Natasha's hands on you. She slides her hands back up and gropes your covered breasts, “I was?” There’s a smug look on her face as she looks down at you, pleased with how easily she can distract you. “You were early and… and you scared me, I didn’t know it was you.”

“My sincerest apologies, princess,” Natasha slides her hands back down and grabs your waist, squeezing roughly, and then she grins, “I didn’t realize you were so easily scared.” You’re about to curse her out, but she leans down to capture your lips in a kiss before you get the chance. The kiss is sloppy and rough as your hands grip her sweatshirt, tugging her as close as possible.

Wanda, never one to like being left out, takes her place behind you, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. Her hands slip under your shirt and replace where Natasha’s used to be, cupping your breasts and groping them softly, “let us make it up to you, ангел.”

The sound of Wanda’s soft voice in your ear relaxes you in their arms and you make a noise of agreeance against Natasha’s lips. “My poor little angel,” Wanda murmurs, “my divine little lamb. You didn’t deserve to be scared like that, did you?” Wanda’s questions are almost always rhetorical and you’re glad for that right now.

One of Natasha’s hands moves from your waist to unbutton your jeans and then slides into your panties. You grip her sweater tighter to try and urge her to move her hand further down, but she leaves it splayed just above your cunt. She pulls away from your lips, the both of you panting as you catch your breath, a string of spit connecting your lips and then dripping down.

“Say please, зайка. Just because I’ve upset you doesn’t mean you lose your manners, does it?”

“Please, Tasha. Please touch me.”

“Tell me thank you for what I did today.” She’s trying to stay in control of herself, but you can tell from her labored breathing and the flush of her neck that you’ve affected her.

“I’m so happy you freed me, Tasha. Thank you. I’m so grateful I can be yours forever now. Thank you, thank you.”

Natasha surges forward and crashes her lips against yours, a moan escaping your lips at the contact. Wanda hums in approval and it lights a fire in both yours and Natasha’s stomachs. You both know, this time, Wanda is only here to watch over the two of you, and to know what you’re doing has her approval means more to the both of you than anything you’ve ever done.

Natasha swallows your gasp when you feel her fingers beginning to rub at your clit, slow circles that work you up at just the right pace. Wanda places small kisses on your neck as Natasha works, groping and squeezing at your breasts as she does. She knows she’ll have you to herself later while Natasha works on cleaning up today’s mess, so she’s content in watching her prized possession feel good.

When Natasha moves her hand further down and sinks two fingers into your cunt, you pull away from her lips and let out a little whimper. Usually, she’d work you up, but she knew the three of you shouldn’t linger in the house longer than necessary. “Shhh, that’s it baby, you can take it.” She lets you bury your face against her chest as she pumps her fingers in and out, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit.

“There you go, that’s a good girl.” Natasha coos. She’s being uncharacteristically gentle and you think it’s because Wanda is watching or maybe she really does feel bad for scaring you like she did. She holds you tight against her as she leans over you to kiss Wanda. You feel your knees get weak when you realize what’s happening and you clench around Natasha’s fingers.

They both pay you no mind except for the fact that Natasha’s skilled fingers are still working against your cunt. She curls them just right and you bite down on her collarbone. She gasps and pulls away from Wanda’s lips, her other hand gripping your waist tighter, her blunt nails digging into your skin and leaving little crescent marks.

“Forgot our little зайка was a biter.” She grunts.

It’s not long before Natasha’s fingers work you up and push you over the edge, cumming with both her and Wanda’s permission. When Natasha pulls her fingers out you let out a little whine, sensitive from cumming. “Open up, pretty girl.” She brings her fingers up to your lips and you let her push them inside, cleaning your cum from her fingers, your cheeks hot at the action.

Natasha pulls away from you and pushes you to your knees, your shaky legs doing very little to hold you up anyway. Wanda’s fingertips drag across your cheek as she moves in front of you, standing next to Natasha. “What do you say, маленький ангел?” Wanda speaks as she uses her middle and ring finger to tilt your chin up.

You peer up at them, adoration swimming in your eyes, “Thank you Mommy. Thank you Tasha.”

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Fake texts au- pt.8 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover

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landonorris i dont even know how y/n is alive rn

logansargeant fr I don't even remember getting back to the horel its_y/n_love I DRAK TEQUILA FOR YOUR UNGRAEEFUL ASS SMH arthur_leclerc WHY AM I IN A SHOPING CAT??? oscarpiastri why are we sleeping on the road?

its_y/n_love damn slide 5 logsn stole my bikch 😥

oscarpiastri more importantly why am i little spoon? hello? logansargeant cause I'm built diffrnt 😤

maxverstappen Never get them near alcohol. ever again.

charlesleclerc atleast you didn't have to CLIMB UP A BUILDING TO GET ARTHUR AND LOGAN OKAY maxverstappen THATS BECAUSE Y/N AND OSCAR KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE ROAD!!

alex_albon ... why am i crying im slide 4

oscarpiastri cause you weer flirting witn lily and she told you shee had a bf alex_albon understandable

username omg not them drunk answering in the comments 😭

username ong what did they drink ?!?!?1 username tequila apparently username girl ain't no tequila doin all that

username WE FINALLY FOUND HER GUYS

username lando.jpg coming in clutch 💪 username not her endangering the driver's life by sleeping on the road and pushing arthur in a shopping cart 🙄 username fr like this isn't funny they should stop being friends with her look what Max and Charles said username can yall leave the poor girl alone! they're all adults it was their friends first point ofc they're gonna party ion see yall saying shit abt max and his redbull parties 🤨

After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.

He turned around to be face-to-face with his childhood best friend, he let out a small yelp and pushed himself off the small sofa they were sharing, waking up the others.

"Oh my god, please shut up," came the hoarse voice of his friend Y/n, from the other side of the bed, on which Alex was the only one sleeping, his phone still on Facetime with his girlfriend, Lily.

As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.

"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.

"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."

"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.

Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.

They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.

As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.

"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.

Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.

"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.

"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.

"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.

"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.

"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"

"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.

"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.

"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.

"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.

"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"

oof this one was long af 😭 but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.

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#397

“Are you Terry? Good. The pics you sent are a little… outdated. Still, you are honest when it comes to your size. C’mere….

“You are the right size. Five foot seven?... Five six! Now boy, I told you to address me as Boss. I am not your Sir or your Master.

“I see you followed orders with what you wore. I know it’s a bit cool, but it’s very important that you wear a T-shirt and gym shorts that you don’t care if they are stained or torn. See I can reach in and feel for your nipples. I can tell you are smooth, which is good. And I can reach into your shorts to feel no hair around your pecker. Very good. And your pecker… It’s definitely a micro-penis.

“Now your pussy… Hairless. Pre-lubed? That’s a nice surprise. And let’s see if you cleaned out. Quit squirming. It’s just my finger. I don’t feel anything. Now for the visual. No brown streaks. This would have ended right here if my finger found any mud.

“You get the weekend off?... Good. If I think you warrant more than this evening, then I’ll keep you around.

“Walk with me. But first. Bitch boys like you should dress like bitch boys…. I told you that your shirt could get torn, and with one yank, most of it is torn off. Here, take the piece in my hand and throw it and what remains of your shirt in the garbage.

“It might be cold, but you look more appropriate like that. And don’t worry about the cold, my van is up ahead. And it’s Friday at six, the factory and loading dock workers are long gone.

“OK, we are past where this can be viewed from the street. Hold still…. Well, those shorts came off way easier than your shirt. They tore up much faster. So, I guess when I’m done with you, you’ll have to find some new clothes. If you do good—I mean really good—I’ll dump you by your house.

“Too bad some of my co-workers aren’t still working the loading dock to see a scrawny-assed pussy boy walking next to a real man. They would have known that you were going to get used. So many cat call whistles would have been made. I miss those days when shit like that happened with regularity.

“Many years ago, when I started working here, after the almost all the men have left, men and boys would come out as the dark set in. I remember hitting the pub down the street for a few hours after getting off work along with some of my buds some of which were also waiting for the right time. We all knew what we were up to; no one said anything.

“I would come back here to the dark alleys and really plow some boy’s hole. I loved it when I drew a crowd. Sometimes a train would start, and I would just leave that boy get plowed by some other worker and go back to the pub. Hours later after I left, I would see the same bitch boy still getting railed in the alley, only to join in and get my second or third nut.

“There was about a dozen of us guys—not all at the same time—who would frequent it as our way of blowing of the day’s stress.

“I miss those days. The conservative police chief cracked down hard. There’s no public anything. So, my buds either go without or they spend their hard-earned money on motels for a five-minute fuck with a third-rate whore.

“The apps seem to make things easier, but shittier at the same time. I’m glad you responded to me.

“Here’s my van. I like to call it my Shaggin’ Wagon. Blacked out windows and a curtain between the front and the cargo area, means it was made for fucking, anywhere I go.

“Come to the side door. Look inside. Everything you need for a good time. Mattress, toolchest full of toys, restraints, rimseat… all the goodies. The foam on the walls act as some soundproofing.

“No, don’t get in yet. Bend over first. I need to bust my nut, and I want to stand for it. Reach behind you and feel me. No, no. Don’t look. In fact, I should do this….

“…Hold still. Quit squirming… That hood is not coming off for a long time. I don’t want you to see anything. Now grab a hold of my cock. Hard isn’t it? I was hard ever since I saw that clitty of yours.

“Feel it at your back door? It’s coming in. Open your mouth first. This is a pair of my dirty underwear. You are going to scream, and that should shut you up.

“Ready? On the count of three. One…. FUCK your pussy feels good. Ha! I never make it to three. For a small boy like you, you have one deep puss. It’s gonna go far.

“…And you can take a power slam. Bitch, I am loving your hole. You are going to go far with me this weekend.

“…My cock however is not going to last long. It’s like silk in here and it fucking feels great. Your puss is going to be put to the test this weekend. I’m a multiple cummer, and you are going to be full.

“Do that again. Clamp down. Fuck! I’m already close. Boy, I’m going to flood your guts with a two-week load. Here it cums. Here it cums pussy boy! Uhh, ahh, fuck, ahhhh! Ahhhhhh. Fuck yeah.

“Bitch. You know how to work that hole. I’m going to pull out. Clamp down….

“Jesus! I haven’t cum that fast in a long time. I would love to say it was all your hole. No, it’s that there are two on-lookers, I got two of my closest buds standing beside me.

“Hey! You guys are going to like this hole. I haven’t tried out the boy’s mouth. Why don’t you guys climb in, and we will be off.

“Boy, climb up. These two men are managers on my shift. We go way back to those after-work fuck days. They get first crack at you. Treat them with the utmost respect they deserve even though they are going to treat you like shit. After they are done, I have a number of other guys lined up at another few spots. You are going to perform for all of them as well as you did me.

“Gentlemen, while this is a new boy, the old rules still apply. You can get as wild as you want, just no permanent or long-lasting damage, no shit, no blood. I don’t need a bloody mess back here.

“Get your leg in bitch. I need to close the door. The Shaggin’ Wagon needs to move, and your pussy needs to be turned into one hell of a sloppy gaping cunt. I’ll be up front drivin’ and chillin’ and smokin’ my cigar with the sounds of men using a cum dump bitch boy. Let’s roll!”

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Stuck In The Devils Arms

𖤐Pairing: Price x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, drinking, P in V, kissing/making out, age gap, blind dating, eating out, manhandling, praising, ass smacking, teasing, brat taming (?), groping, nipple play, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: When an Angel and Devil accidentally meet how will they handle each other

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"Price is old," Soap says as him and all of Task Force sat in the mess hell.

"That was so fucking random," Gaz says.

"I mean, the man is single, no kids, lives alone, probably has a cat or something...I mean, have you guys ever hear him talk about his love life?"

"Probably for a good reason, Johnny." Ghost says.

"Does he even date?"

"If he did, we will never know," Graves says, sitting next to Soap.

"What are you poor bastards talking about?" Price asked, sitting between Ghost and Alex.

"Soap, is being nosy about your love life," Ghost said.

"My love life?" Price asked, sounding offended.

"Price, you are a single man, when's the last time you went on a date?" Soap asked him.

"I went on a date not too long ago."

"WITH WHO!?" Soap jumps up.

"Jesus, I'm not telling," Price says. "I don't want you finding her and asking her how I am in bed, you'll never know, Soap," Price smirks as everyone at the table laugh.

As Price was eating his attention was caught by a new recruit, she was young late 20's maybe 26-28? Somewhere around there. Price watched as her dark green shirt showing off her breasts and her pants sitting high on her hips.

The Military's pants were men sizes and didn't fit the ladies, so the only way to get them to fit was buckling them around their waists. She picked this trick up by her dormmates.

She carried a tray, her hair slicked back into a high ponytail. She walks pass the Task Force table sitting with a group of girls, she knows.

Price watches her not in a creepy way or anything, but she was cute, beautiful even.

"Price, I'm going to set you up with someone."

"Fuck that, I'll do it on my own."

"No, let me, I know someone," Soap smirks.

"I don't trust you," Price says.

"Yeah, you do, come on, one time, you will like her."

"Man-"

"Come on, Price, it's one time."

"FINE!"

"YES! I'll let her know, you said yes."

"Why the hell did I just get myself into?" Price asked, putting his hands on his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks.

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That Night (8:00PM)

Price was wearing some dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a black and white flannel, this was a casual date, hell, they are meeting at a bar, nothing special.

He has a drink in his hands and was looking at the TV behind the bar watching the football game going on. The bar door opens and the person was greeted by the bartender.

Price turns his head and sees a girl, she had asked for a screwdriver and waited, she looked like she was looking for someone. Price didn't want to bother her just in case it was the wrong girl.

"Are you John Price?" She asked, he turns and looks at her, she was cute, a cute sun dress and her hair curled with light makeup.

"Yeah, I am...are you?"

"Y/n...I'm Soap's friend." She moved a bit closer to John and she put her hand out, he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," he says.

"Same."

"How you know, Soap?" Price asked her.

"Our parents know each other," she says with a smile. "He told me a lot about you," she was sweet, Price can tell. She was calm and her voice was like velvet, smooth and soft.

He wanted to hear her talk, he would listen to her forever!

"So, are you and Soap friends?" She asked.

"Kind of."

"What's kind of?"

"I mean, we talk and hang out...so I guess we are," he says. She just gives him a smile. His heart skipped a beat. Price hasn't felt like this about anyone in a long time, his first love cheated on him, and all he's been doing is sleeping around every now and then.

"How come you agreed to meet me, without knowing me first?" she asked. "Was it to get him off your back?" She giggles.

"A bit yeah."

"Yeah, Soap can be a bit much, he's done it to me a couple times," she says.

The night consist of them talking, they forgot about their drinks, and mainly started talking more then worried about their drinks. Y/n had gone to the bathroom and she trusted him with her drink alone.

Price kept the cup in his view and death stared anyone who dared get close to her drink. She came back, her hand touched his shoulders, letting him know she was back and not to freak out.

She sits back down and fixes her dress. "Thanks for watching my drink."

"Of course."

Price and Y/n talked and then he asked her. "Do you wanna...go back to my place?"

"If it's okay with you?" She asked, her fingers circled the rim of her glass.

"Of course, it is, come on," he gives the bartender his card paying for both his and Y/n's drinks.

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Price opens his front door letting Y/n go in first. She takes off her flats and Price takes off his shoes and flannel.

"You want anything to eat?"

"Oh no, it's okay, you don't need to cook anything," she says.

"It's okay, come on, what do you want?" He asked, leaning over his marble counter as Y/n sat at the stool.

"Umm~ spaghetti?"

"Anything for the pretty girl," he smirks, giving Y/n butterflies.

Price was getting everything ready and Y/n walks to him and she washes her hand and helps Price.

"Can I help?"

"Sure," he smirks. He watches her pour the sauce into a pot and putting some water in the glass bottle shaking it to get the last bit of it and pouring it into the pot again.

He watches her, she was gentle, he stir the pot of tomatoes sauce. He grabs a knife and cutting board and starts chopping up mushrooms, green peppers, onions, and a few other things.

Y/n sat at the counter watching him with a glass of red wine between her hands. She watched at how skillful he was with a knife, she rests her chin on her palm as she was amazed by him and started to make small talk.

"So how long have you been in the Military?" She asked him.

"Since my twenties," he says with a smile.

"Wow...do you think you'll ever retire? Settle down with a family maybe?"

"Are you asking me, to start a family with you, miss Y/n?" Her face was red and she stood up straight.

"Eh-no...that's n-not what I-I meant, I was just wondering if you'll ever retire?"

"I don't have a plan to do so," he tells her.

"I understand...so when you're on your last leg," she cracks a joke on him.

"Wow! I will not. When I get married, and I have kids, then I'll retire till then I'm single, currently on a date with my Sergeants friend, who keeps...staring at me with her beautiful eyes," he says.

"John Price," she turns her head to avoid eye contact.

"They're pretty," he says.

She just shakes her head to try and hide her embarrassment. "You're just saying that," she says.

"I mean, I'm not wrong...Soap didn't say anything about those eyes of yours," Price says, leaning on the counter.

"I think my eyes are just fine," she giggles at him.

"...Can I kiss you?" He asked, bluntly.

"Price!” She was shocked.

“We don’t have to,” he says.

“No, it’s okay…” she gets off the stool and comes around the counter.

Her hand glides over the countertop and she looks up at him, her hand resting on his stomach before standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and gentle, Price pulls away first and then picks up Y/n placing her on the counter, he stood between her legs cupping her face and giving her another kiss.

Her hands rested on his chest as they both hear the water sizzling on the stove top. Price turns and lowers the heat on the stove.

"Should we eat first?" He asked.

"If the old man needs his food first to have enough stamina," she teased him.

"I not that old, I'm 40 years old," he says with a pout.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she says, cupping his face and getting another kiss from him.

"Fuck it," he pulls the noodles off the stove along with the sauce and picked Y/n back up and took her to the bedroom, she giggles knowing she struck a nerve.

"What are you giggling at?" He asks her.

"Just how you got so mad over a simple comment," she says, Price can feel the smirk from her.

"Oh yeah," he smacks her ass earning a soft squeal from her and her legs bending up. He chuckles at her. "How cute, you got such a bratty attitude but when I manhandle you that all goes away."

"Oh no, sir, this is only a treat," she says, her hands on his back sitting up but then she flopped on the soft mattress.

She giggles when she bounces up a couple times, and Price watched as she was now on her back, elbows propping herself up, and her right knee bending exposing a bit of her panties.

He smirks, crawling up her and kissing her lips. She smiles and kisses his lips. His hands went up her body, holding her waist before his left hand unzipped her dress, she pulls the straps off her shoulders and Price pulls it down off her body.

She giggles when Price starts kissing her ankle and kissing all the way back up to her exposed chest. His mouth attached to her right nipple and his fingers played with her other.

She let's out a soft moan, her hands going into his hair and her back arches against his body. Price sits up and removes his shirt and starts messing with his belt.

Just undoing the belt before going back to kiss her lips. Price's rough, calloused hands held her waist before he starts moving them downward pulling her panties off and then he grabs her thighs and moves them over his shoulders.

It's been a while since someone has done anything like this to Y/n. Soap had known about Y/n never really wanting a relationship but didn't mind a hook-up every now and then, but this...what her and Price are doing is something she could live with.

Price licks his lips before gently kissing her wet folds. His tongue licked between her folds and then soon his tongue was pushing inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt good from what Price was doing to her.

She looks at Price and made eye contact with the older man. He smirks before sucking on her clit and shaking his tongue back and forth earning a breathy moan from her lips.

Price likes hearing her moans, he soon tasted some pre-cum coming from her lower half, he smirks before removing his tongue which earned him a annoyed groan from Y/n, he taps the side of her butt.

"Flip," he demands, he removes his pants as he stares at Y/n's ass as she flips over. He smirks before bending down and biting at her ass, she looks over her shoulder mouth opened letting out a soft and satisfied moan.

he moves a pillow under her lower half as he positions himself at her entrance and pushing inside of her. She puts her head back, her head hit against his broad shoulder. She looks in his eyes and lets out a few satisfied moans.

He was thrusting fast, he wasn't sloppy, kind of professional in a way, like he knew what he was doing. Y/n felt him hit against her spot a few times.

"You're doing so well," he praises. "You look so cute with your eyes really in the back of your head," he says.

"P-Price-" she was cut off by his lips on hers and she moans into the kiss.

"Those pretty eyes...rolling back...looking at me...they are so fucking intoxicating," he says with a smirk on his face before kissing her neck, he thrusts became harder, rougher even, the loud smacking of skin against each other filled the room.

His tip was throbbing wanting to cum inside of her, she squeezes around him when the feeling of wanting to cum filled her body, Price and her both moaned before they ended up coming together.

Price keeps going, he doesn't want this night to end just yet. he was going to keep going to prove that he isn't just some 'old man'. He smirks when seeing Y/n's face buried into the pillow, her moans muffled and her legs shaking.

price smirks knowing that her little comment is eating her. His hands rested on her waist guiding her to keep going faster, cause he wasn't done just yet.

As he was moving faster, Y/n's lovely moans being muffled and her eyes carrying some hot tears, not of pain but of pleasure. She loves this feeling probably more than Price.

"One more, love. I know you can cum one more fucking time," he demands.

He was sloppy with his thrusts again, and the sound of skin clapping, and sounds of something wet and sticky filled the room. She did what he asked her to do and that was to cum once more and she did.

Price smirks and pulls out of her, cum rushes from her lower half.

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Price was plating up the food, yes, he reheated it up. Y/n came downstairs in some shorts and a t-shirt that belonged to price.

"John, the shorts," she lets go of the shorts and they immediately drop to her ankles. "They don't fit," she says as Price laughs.

"Okay, you don't have to wear them," she steps out of them and temporarily places them on the back of his couch. She sits at the table as price gave her the plate and then goes back to get her a glass of water.

Y/n and Price ate and talked and by the end of it, she was being carried back upstairs to the bedroom to join Price. He places her on the side facing the closet door and he laid near the door.

"You get some rest okay?"

"Okay...good night."

"Night," he cups her face before holding her close to his chest.

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"Kids are confirmed," Soap says as he sits next to Price at the mess hall.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Price says.

"Y/n told me what you two did-"

"Is she pregnant?"

"Price, that's not how it works, it'll take time before that happens, and not only that, Y/n's on birth control, she wouldn't stop taking it for a stranger."

"She would for me," Price says, raising his eyebrows and sipping from his tea.

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 2 months

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(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, mdni 18+, sloppy blow/handjob, one (or two) d-slaps, praise, könig is big (i think, that is canon by now), swallowing)

part before: breaking the bed

I ring the doorbell. My cat’s carrier in the one hand, Mimi meowing softly. A backpack in the other.

König opens the door and I look up at him and…

He’s wearing glasses.

Right there on his nose. Black framed glasses. My jaw drops as he smiles down at me, completely unaware.

“Hey.”, he greets me, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my cheek, while his hand shoots out to take the pet carrier from me.

“You have glasses?”, I ask incredulously, letting go of the handle.

The smile falls off his face. “Ah scheiße, I forgot to take them off.”, he mutters, turning away.

“Did you fucking hide them from me?”, I say, still trying to wrap my head around it.

"No, I just need them to read.”, he grumbles as I close the door behind me and follow him into the living room.

He sets Mimi's carrier down and opens the door to let her out, the little kitty traipsing out carefully, getting to explore the new surroundings while we get the rest of the stuff from my car. I didn’t pack that much because it’s only temporary, staying with him until we get the bed situation fixed. There's actually more for the little minx than for me. Her toilet, her cat food, the basket. And then the second box with my stuff that König carries up to the bedroom while I set her basket down next to the couch, and then go to sit down and watch her zoomies.

I laugh, when I see him coming down the stairs again, the glasses still on his nose. The giant with the tattooed arms, all dressed in black, a Death shirt on, the five o’clock shadow, the long hair that he pushed out of his face… and then those black rimmed square glasses. I laugh even more as he shoots me a glare, a deathly one.

He drops onto the couch right beside me, pulling me into him as he grumbles something grumpily in German. I kiss him, telling him that he looks even more attractive with the glasses on. "They are totally fine. So fine even.", I say, pressing another kiss to his cheek, his stubble scratching against the sensitive skin of my lips.

"Really?" He looks at me skeptically. With the glasses that just makes me want to give him another kiss. It's criminal how good he looks with them on.

"Yeah.", I answer truthfully, and I can’t help the little smile coming through. Has he really hidden them from me? Is that… a little hint of insecurity I am seeing behind the serious expression, the cocked eyebrow arching over the glasses?

"No ‘old man’-talk then, huh?", he comments, pointedly.

I laugh. "Maybe a little bit... They are giving you major dilf-vibes.", I say, biting back a giggle.

He furrows his brows, looking at me with a confused stare. "Dilf-vibes?", he echoes, and I explain it to him, of course, a bright mischievous grin plastered onto my face. The only part of the acronym that sticks is that I'd like to fuck him.

"Hm, really? Like right now?", he smirks at me, mischief sparking in his eyes, his large hand stroking up my back. The cocky expression on his face dissipates as I drop onto my knees on the floor, right in front of him, my hands quickly reaching for the waistband of his jeans.

I look up at him, a sultry smile stalking onto my lips, when I pop the button of his pants and lower the zipper. He groans when I take out his dick, his length hardening quickly, as my fingers wrap around him. He slides forward, shimmying his jeans down a bit and spreading his thighs, making room for me between them. I scoot closer, leaning over, and take his tip into my mouth. Sucking on it. Feeling him grow, while my eyes search his.

His head falls back, as I work him, breaking the eye contact, soft moans dropping from his lips. His hand moves up to take his glasses off, but I stop him.

I release him with a pop. “No, leave them on.”, I ask. “Please.”

“You really like them that much, hm?”, he asks, pulling up one eyebrow, but a smirky grin stalks onto his lips, and his hands drop down again, the right one digging into the cushions of the armrest.

“I do.”, I say, my expression mirroring his, as I move my hand up and down his length lazily, which makes him groan again, his hips rutting forward.

I’m getting cocky (no pun intended), just grab him at the base and slap his hard dick against my cheek. It even makes a little noise, so I do it again, this time a bit harder. His jaw drops a little, his eyes widening in surprise, before mischief sparks in them.

“I wanted to do that for quite some while.”, I whisper, still grinning up at him.

He laughs a little bit, the smile on his face smirky and lustful, while his gaze gets heated. “You're not even half as innocent as you look."

"What's that supposed to mean?", I ask him, gripping him tighter, moving my hand quicker now as I jerk him off.

"Oh, you know, Fräulein.", he just says, the last word turning into a moan when I squeeze the tip with my fingers.

Instead of an answer I lean forward again, my eyes not leaving his while I teasingly lick it before I close my lips around him. Slowly moving down his length. His breath hitches, a quiet treacherous sound, his eyes intently watching what I’m doing.

I try to take him deeper, letting the tip hit the back of my throat, and I can feel tears well in the corner of my eyes. I'm not stopping until they're running down my face, the wet drops slowly rolling down my cheeks. His hips jerk up, pushing his dick a little further still as I bop my head up and down his length, at least as far as I can take him. Not even fitting half of him, but that doesn’t deter him.

"Mmh, look at you, swallowing me down like a good girl.", he drawls, his words breathy, his gaze fixed on my lips that are fitted around his girth. The praise washes over me, and I can feel a tingle down my spine.

It spurs me on, I can feel how wetness seeps into my panties, kneeling before him like this. Taking him deeper until I gag around him, strings of my spit covering him, some of it dropping down further.

But there is no use trying to make him fit down my throat, he is just too thick. I pull back, letting myself breathe again, licking the underside of his shaft which makes him shiver. I move to the top, not stopping the nibbles and sloppy kisses, until my tongue is dragging over the sensitive spot, his foreskin sliding back and forth while I jerk him off at the same time. I can taste the salty hints of precum and feel the metal of his piercing as I toy with the tip.

The sounds that drop from his lips are divine. Soft grunts, deep and gravelly, low breaths. Gripping the cushions with his hand, his fingers of the other one running through his hair. His head is tilting back, every so often, but his eyes don't want to leave me. Seeing how I play with his pierced tip. How my hands run up and down his dick. I spit, letting a dollop of saliva drip down onto him before I spread it down his length to lube him up even more.

"Ah, scheiße.", he grumbles, rolling his eyes back.

I work him with both my hands, my fingers sliding over his soft hot skin easily, his dick slick with my spit. They still barely fit around his girth as I move them a bit faster, finding a steady rhythm, until he's moving restlessly, fucking up into my hands.

I bend forward, taking the tip in my mouth. I fit my lips around him, my cheeks hollow. My eyes are meeting his while I look up at him, and his hips buck up, pushing him a bit deeper which has me gag around him.

"Fuck, just like that." The low gravelly whisper is the only thing he says before I feel him pulsing in my mouth, warm sticky cum shooting down my throat. I hum around him, licking everything up as he comes, and I keep sucking him until I can feel him softening in my mouth.

I pull back, letting him slip out, and drop my jaw to show him his cum in my mouth, the white liquid sitting on my tongue. The sight lets him groan again and I swallow it down, the taste lingering.

I get up from the floor and crawl onto the couch again, wiping over my chin in a quick motion. His dick is still out, resting against his stomach, and he pulls the pants up, to let me take a seat on his thighs.

“Do you believe me now, that I really like your glasses?”, I ask him, pressing my lips to his in a quick kiss, then I steal them from his nose to set it onto mine.

He laughs. “I do.” His hand shoots up, his thumb softly grazing over my cheek, his fingers pushing some of my hair back, his eyes trailing my face, every single bit of it.

“How do I look?”, I ask him, trying to pull a serious grimace, like he always does when he tries to mask his jokes.

“Looking good.” He grins at me while I drop the expression and pose, placing my chin on the back of my hands, batting my eyelashes at him. “And way cuter than me.”, he adds, giving my nose a little peck.

“Well, that’s not difficult.”, I shoot back, sticking my tongue out at him.

We laugh a little, and I cannot fight the smile that adorns my face. It’s so simple and casual, the way we’re sitting here, me on his lap after just blowing him. His arm wrapped around me, his other hand softly stroking over my thigh. The warmth of his body against mine, his scent in my nose, my hands tangled in his hair. His presence alone is stirring something in me, the feelings still new and yet familiar at the same time.

Today at work, my thoughts came back to his offer of staying at his place and I had some doubts. Feeling like I was intruding again, even though he was adamant about not letting me sleep on just a mattress in my own apartment, after he broke my bed, and inviting me to stay with him. At least until we got it fixed. And sitting here with him like this, I don’t know anymore why I even thought twice about it.

There’s just something that has been roaming my mind all day. And now I'm thinking about it again, I can't push it away, though it might be a bit of a weird timing. I just...

I hand him back the glasses, he takes them and I sigh. "I wanted to talk to you about something.", I start then.

He puts the glasses on the end table next to the couch, but his head whips in my direction when I speak. "What is it, Kleine?", he wants to know, his arm around my waist pulling me closer.

"Uh, sorry, I'm bad at this but – and we don't have to put any labels on it or anything – but now that I'm also staying at your place and everything..." I pause and he just looks at me, his brows pulled up. Patiently waiting for me to finish my sentence. "We're dating, right? Like, exclusively?"

He nods slowly, his mouth tilting up into a little lop-sided smile, while he's still looking at me all serious. "I don't plan on seeing anyone else, so yeah, I think, you can call it dating or being exclusive, how the youngsters call it.", he says which pulls a little chuckle from me. "Whatever you wanna call it.", he concludes, squeezing my thigh once, a quick reassuring gesture.

"Okay.", I say, snuggling into him, my head resting on his shoulder, content with that answer.

"If you want to see other people though, that's fine too.", he adds after a second of hesitation, and I’m unsure how to interpret the tone in his voice.

The expression on my face drops when I realise what he means. I break away to look at him. "No! No, I mean, I wasn't asking for that reason. I just wanted to make sure, we were on the same page.", I explain. "I don't want to see anybody else either."

I don't have the nerves to tell him, that this had nothing – well, almost nothing – to do with him, but certain people in my past where expectations were built and not met. I just wanted to know to spare myself any unforeseen surprises in that department.

"Don't worry, Liebes.", he says, pulling me into him again. "As long as I'm on leave, you got me all to yourself." Pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"How long will that be?", I ask, ignoring the little flutter in my stomach. Excitement and dread mixing, hearing him say that I got him all to myself, while at the same time knowing that he will need to go back to his job sometime soon.

"Gonna know next week, when they send the details.", he answers, simply.

“Okay.”, I nod, not knowing what else to say to that, instead stretching up to kiss him again. Starting off slow, my lips pressing softly against his. My hand strokes over his face, feeling the scruff on his jaw beneath my fingertips, as we deepen the kiss.

His tongue strokes against mine, a touch that sends a pang of need between my legs and makes me squirm. I snuggle into his broad chest, and with how I’m draped over his lap, that makes his big burly thigh press against my clothed pussy, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. A treacherous, obscene sound that he swallows up.

“What was that?”, he asks, mumbling against my lips, before he pulls back.

“Nothing.”, I say, feigning ignorance. Desperately trying not to subconsciously roll my hips over his muscly thighs, searching for more friction.

He just pulls an eyebrow up, not taking my shit.

“Well, you know. Somebody broke my bed instead of making me come this morning.”, I quip, a challenge in my voice and eyes, which has him look at me from under his eyebrows. The gaze alone is sending a shiver down my spine as it’s boring into me, heated and heavy.

“Oh really.”, he states, his voice deepening.

“Yes really.”, I say. “And…” I halt, trying to find the words. “Sucking your dick didn't help either.”

“Look at you, talking all dirty now, huh?”, he drawls, a mischievous grin cutting through his stern expression, seeming satisfied with my little comment.

“Well, you know, we’re getting there.”, I say, grinning at him. “Getting there, even if I’m not getting off.”, I poke at him again, teasingly rubbing myself over his thigh.

"And we can’t have that.", he states darkly, scooping me up in a quick motion.

He throws me over his shoulder which has me yelp: “König!” before he hurries up the stairs to the bedroom.

Continue right on in the next part: breaking me (not literally) or check out the full story in the Masterlist ~

a/n: this is cut short, cause the part right after is not finished yet, and although my wrist (got tendonitis :c) is already feeling a little better, i still need to rest it and this scene i only needed to proofread, i hope you understand <3 also check out @idontknowreallyidontcare who also has a very nice post about König wearing glasses!

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loving-barnes · 2 months

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LOGAN HOWLETT - BAR

A/N: It took me some time, but here we go again. Chapter Seven, my friends. Just something stupid, fun.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: none

Summary: It's a fun night out at a bar.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 3300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Six

LOGAN HOWLETT - BAR

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. When was the last time she dressed up and put on make-up? She couldn’t recognise herself in the mirror. Since she came to the school, she would wear simple outfits and almost any make-up. Tonight, she wanted to look nice and make an impression on the people. Hell, she desired to catch Logan’s eyes. Honestly, she would catch his eyes even without all those things.

White blouse, dark blue jeans, black combat boots and a black leather jacket - this was her style. She put her hair into a high ponytail. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at herself in the mirror. It felt like lifetimes since she felt this confident and sexy. Damn, even the drawn cat-eye looked good.

She winked at herself in the mirror and then glanced at her phone. Yes, they’d given her a phone. It was time to head out. She put it into the back pocket of her jeans. Before leaving, she had to check herself one more time just to be sure everything was perfect.

To her surprise, she didn’t see any familiar faces. Usually, the students would walk around the school at this hour and hang out. Some noises came from the kitchen or the TV room. She didn’t recognise JJ’s voice. Maybe he was in his room.

Y/N made a mental note to spend more time with the boy. She didn’t keep her promise when she told him she’d come to him before the accident happened.

“Well, look at you,” said a voice beside her.

Y/N jumped, gasping. She was ready to hit the man in his face. “Jesus, Peter,” she glared at him. “You scared me, you ass,” she punched him in the shoulder. He could have easily dodged it, but he decided to not use his ability and laughed it off.

“You get scared easily, Y/N. You should work on that,” he winked at her. “Can I walk with you?” he raised a brow.

“You already are, so why ask?” she grinned at him.

They walked out of the school and headed to the main entrance gate. Peter kept his hands behind his back. He had silver aviator goggles on top of his head that matched his silver jacket. “So, Y/N, what is your weirdness? You know about mine. I want to know about yours.”

That made her laugh. “Nice way of saying it. I have, uh, protective abilities?”

“You ask, or you know?”

She glared at him playfully. “I know. I wasn’t sure if that description was correct. Let me put it this way - I can create and manipulate forcefields.”

“Nice.” That was his only comment. “So, you have a codename?”

“What?” she raised a brow.

“You know, like Scott is Cyclops. Logan is Wolverine. I am Quicksilver,” he explained. “Do you have any name you go by?”

Wheels were turning inside her head. “No,” she said. “I never thought about it, actually. Do I need one?” Was it necessary to have a codename? Holy shit, Logan was called the Wolverine? She could see why. It suited him well.

“That’s up to you, I guess. Okay, changing the topic - how long have you been here?”

“Over a month,” she replied. “It’s been a hell of a ride. What about you?”

He thought about it. “It’s been over a decade. I love this place, to be honest.”

They slowly approached the main gate. They could see some people standing there, talking. Y/N was sure Logan was not there. “You took a break or something?”

Peter nodded. “I needed some time off. It was all overwhelming. Charles granted me a lengthy vacation. I took a break, travelled the States, and here I am, ready to work again.”

Storm, Kitty and Kurt were the first three there, chatting. Y/N felt some excitement building inside of her. It was nice being a part of something bigger and better. Both Storm and Kitty were great women and friends. Were they friends? God, she hoped so. The last three to arrive were Bobby, Logan and Rogue. Rogue and Logan were squabbling. She couldn’t hear what it was about until she heard: “Let it fucking go, Rogue.”

She had to chuckle. What got Logan so worked up?

“Let’s fucking go, people,” Peter called them.

Thus, a thirty-minute walk to the bar started. Rogue linked arms with Y/N, and they walked ahead of everyone. Her arms were covered with gloves that hid under the denim jacket. That way, she could touch the other woman without fear of hurting her.

“Isn’t it annoying?” Y/N asked her.

“The gloves? Yes, a little bit. Luckily, I can touch Remy without them,” she said with a smile. “He’s the only person that I won’t hurt. I don’t know how it is possible, but I don’t care. What matters is that I can touch the person I love.”

“What if you subconsciously learnt to not hurt him?” Y/N thought out loud. “I can shut my brain from the Professor. I don’t know how, but I do it. Well, I might have already figured it out.”

They talked together the entire way to the bar. Rogue wouldn’t let anyone speak to Y/N. She wanted to have her for herself and get to know the woman better.

Y/N felt a pair of eyes on her back the whole time. She suppressed the urge to turn around and look at Logan. She was more than sure it was him staring at her. It kept happening until they arrived at the empty bar.

It looked like an old dive bar. Country music was playing in the background. An older-looking man was standing behind the bar, cleaning glasses. He had short white hair and glasses on his nose. When his grey eyes found a group of mutants at the door, he smiled.

“Welcome, friends,” he greeted them with a raspy voice. “I was wondering when I will see you again. Come, sit. Ah, I see a new face here,” his lips crooked into a smile.

Rogue grabbed Y/N by the shoulder and brought her closer to the man. “This is Y/N,” she said happily. “She’s been with us for some time now.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Y/N, shaking hands with the man.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” he asked.

“A beer would be nice, thank you,” she replied with a smile. They told her the owner was a mutant. What was his mutation?

Rogue took her to the table where the rest of the people were seated. Y/N sat next to Storm, right opposite Logan. Rogue sat by the man’s side.

It felt like a friendly gathering. The atmosphere was inviting. It’s been years since Y/N felt safe in a group. They were all like her, unique and not criminals. When Y/N’s eyes travelled around the table, her soul got warmer and relaxed. A gentle smile appeared on her face. She listened to Bobby talk about his day. The teens got on his nerves today.

“In case you haven’t heard,” Storm interrupted him. “Y/N will become the newest English and Literature teacher.”

“No kidding!” Rogue shouted excitedly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

All eyes were on her now. “I asked the Professor today,” she explained. “I don’t know. I simply didn’t. I kind of forgot, I guess.”

“Another smartass,” Logan commented.

“Aren’t you one, too?” Y/N glared at him, her lips turning into a grin. “Listen, I asked if he’d need an English teacher, and Charles said yes. I’m glad that I would be able to repay him at least a little.”

The bartender brought them a tray of beers. They all grabbed one. Y/N put the drink to her lips and took a sip. Then another one. Before she knew it, she drank the whole glass in one go. She burped a little and smiled. “Damn, that was a good beer.” When her eyes lifted from the empty glass, everyone stared at her. Some had their mouths open, and others were impressed. “What? It’s been years.”

“You’ll be out before you know it,” Bobby warned her. “Be careful.”

“So,” Rogue clapped her hands. It got everyone’s attention. “Since we are all here, let’s get more information about Y/N.”

“Oh, no,” Y/N hid her face in her hands.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Storm nudged her shoulder. “We want to know everything about you. Let’s start with the basics. Tell us something interesting about yourself. For example, I like gardening.”

Y/N peeked at Storm, raising a brow. “That’s quite shocking. I could never picture you in a garden, on your knees and covered in dirt.”

“The more you know. Now, it’s your turn.”

“Ah,” Y/N sighed and thought about her life. “I used to attend guitar lessons,” she said after a while. “My parents made me take guitar lessons. That was years ago. I don’t think I remember anything.”

“At least someone who’s not tone-deaf,” Peter commented. “I can’t listen to some of you singing off-key.”

“I’m saying I played the guitar, not that I can sing,” Y/N corrected him.

“It’s still the same,” Peter shrugged.

“Anything else?” Storm asked.

Y/N’s eyes moved around the place. She found darts and a pool table farther away. “Nothing is interesting about me,” she said. “I’m going to get another beer. Anyone want anything else?” she asked them.

Y/N’s eyes fell on Logan’s empty glass, and she raised a brow. Their eyes locked. It was a silent plea to save her from the interrogation. “I’ll go with you,” he said.

They walked from the table and straight to the bar. Logan ordered them more beer. He leaned against the wooden counter, elbows resting on it. “Everyone is curious about you,” he commented.

“I hate that,” she sighed. “It’s like going to a confession. They all get information, and I get nothing out of it. It makes me nervous. I feel like the least interesting person here.” She turned her body to him. “Back in the day, when I started high school, this was a nightmare. People wanted to know everything to convince themselves that their lives were more interesting than others.”

Logan’s eyes travelled around her body until they landed back on her face. “True,” he shrugged. “But here, people are genuinely curious and want to know you. You are part of the team, you know?”

“It feels forced,” said Y/N.

The bartender handed them beers, and he winked at Y/N. She chuckled at that. He wasn’t too discreet about the flirting. Then again, she didn’t mind.

Her eyes landed on the pool table again. “Listen. Do you want to play?” she pointed with her head.

Logan turned to look at it and then back at her, smirking. “Not only do you want me to kick your ass during training. You also want to lose playing pool?”

“Is that a threat I hear in your voice? I will beat you,” she threatened with a finger.

“Only one way to find out, princess,” he grabbed his beer. “We’ll have a game, Stan,” Logan said to the bartender.

Storm and Kitty watched them walk around the pool table and play. They both had grins on their faces, squabbling here and there. “They are so blind,” Kitty whispered to Storm.

“Let them have this dance,” Storm whispered back. “Five bucks, they’ll end up together by the end of the month.”

“I’m giving them a week,” Bobby joined on the bet.

Y/N held the billiard cue tightly in her hand. Logan was the one who started the game. They flipped a coin, and he won. Logan got himself solids while Y/N remained with the stripes. When he screwed up his move, it was time for her to play. The last time she played pool was years ago. It was a game she wasn’t able to master. All she could do was to try and have a good time.

She sank one of her balls and moved to another one. She leaned over the table, placed the cue on the table and focused. There weren’t any good shots for her. Therefore, she had to play something and try.

Logan stood next to her and laughed. “Your stance is wrong,” he said. He reached for her hand and brought it higher on the cue.

His body was oh so close to her, and Y/N forgot how to breathe. She could smell the cigars, a heavy man’s cologne and something musky. When he pulled away, his hand brushed against her lower back. It made her hit a ball that sank one of his solid balls. “Shit,” she cursed.

Logan’s howling laughter echoed around the bar. “You really want me to win, princess.”

“You are distracting me,” she frowned at him when she straightened her stance. She reached for her beer and drank from it.

Her eyes were stalking him, watching his every move. When did he light up a cigar? He held it between his lips while he played his turn. Y/N huffed. She took off her leather jacket and threw it on the nearest chair. Then, she fixed her blouse and popped open the highest button to show some cleavage. If he could distract, so could she.

He sank two other balls when the third try was unsuccessful. “Fuck,” he growled.

Y/N snickered. She walked to the table and scanned her stripes. This round sucked. There was nothing good to play. She sat at the edge and held the cue behind her back.

“You won’t be able to make it,” Logan stared at the scene. “It’s a difficult move, kid.”

Y/N exhaled and hit the red stripe ball perfectly. “Ha!” she shouted happily when the ball sank. “Did you see that?”

Logan smiled at her and rolled his eyes. “Go on, it’s still your turn,” he goaded her. “Show me what else you can do.” He took a drag of the cigar.

Y/N felt confident. Even though she was three balls behind, she started to believe she could win. She gave him a smug face as she walked around the table, trying to find another good shot. It was all fun and games. When she brushed past him, Logan wanted to grab her by the neck and bring her lips to his. He only took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts away.

Y/N leaned over the table and hovered the cue on the table. There was one ball that had the potential of being taken down. She took a deep breath. Again, Y/N felt Logan’s eyes on her body. She started burning up. With this knowledge, she hit the white ball, and with some dumb luck, she managed to sink the black eight ball.

“No!” she shouted, horrified.

Logan’s roaring laughter brought everyone’s attention. “Holy shit,” he placed a hand on his belly. “You did not!”

Y/N leaned against a wall and hid her head in her arms. “What the fuck was that?!” she shouted, pissed.

Laughter came from the table where the rest of the people sat. They saw what happened. “Oh, Y/N, no,” Kitty gasped, laughing.

“I’m never playing this dumb game again,” Y/N made a dramatic announcement. “Oh my god,” she pushed from the wall and turned around. She noticed all eyes on her. “Listen,” she blushed. “I am talented. I am the best there is. I should stick to drinking,” she said ironically.

“Hey, hey,” Logan walked to her and put his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it. “If you’d like, I can also kick your ass while playing darts,” he teased.

She glared at him. “Very funny,” she shook off his hand and went to get her beer. “I will kick your ass when we have the next training session,” she threatened. Once she got to her beer, she went back to him. “I will find a way to burn all your clothes.”

Logan tilted his head and grinned. “If you want to see me without clothes, all you need to do is ask.”

“Is that a challenge?” she looked into his eyes and wiggled her eyebrows. “Think twice, or you might regret it.” And then, she drank the rest of her second beer in one go. “Refill?”

He snorted. “You’ll get drunk, princess.”

“Well, you only live once, right?” she shrugged and walked to the bar to order another beer.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Everyone talked and laughed. Y/N wasn’t interrogated as she was at the very beginning. Bobby told her about the students and what to expect from them. Kitty added some of her funniest memories and challenges as a teacher. Storm included what to do when the school is under attack.

“It happens,” she said. “Not often, but at least once a year.”

Before they knew it, Y/N was on her fifth beer and feeling it. Her face was burning, the world spinning, and she could feel it in her veins. Her voice got louder, and words went flying out of her mouth.

“I love my life,” Y/N said out of nowhere. Some giggles spread around. “Everything’s good, you know? I have a place to sleep, food to eat, and amazing friends,” she said with a wide smile. “I fucking hope we are friends.”

“Of course we are,” Bobby nodded.

“No more beer for you, young lady,” said Peter. “By the way, how is it possible to get drunk from beer?”

She took a big, dramatic breath. “Let me tell you a short story, my friend. When you are locked up for years, barely able to eat and an involuntary abstainer, you can get drunk easily.”

More laughter followed. “Take it easy, girl,” Storm patted her shoulder.

Y/N stood up from their table. “I’m going outside to take a breather and clear my head.” She tripped over her feet but managed to stand tall. “It’s the floors,” she blamed it.

The midnight air was cold. Y/N walked outside without her leather jacket. She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes. Getting drunk was not the plan. On the other hand, the beer tasted good. It eased her nerves. Walking around Logan got easier the more she drank. That fucker was such a tease.

Y/N let her hair loose and put the elastic band between her fingers. She let her hair fall over her shoulders and face.

How would his lips feel against mine? Where did that question come from? Her mind was racing miles. All she could see was Logan’s face and those lips she wanted to taste. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts.

“You okay, kid?”

She sighed. Of course, Logan would be the first one to check up on her. It was nice. But it brought back all those impure thoughts.

“I’d like another beer,” she said to him.

“Go get some. But I’m warning ya, I’m not the one carrying ya back to the school.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Y/N winked at him. When she took a step, she almost tripped again. Sighing, she said, “Seriously, what is with the floor?”

“Y/N, you are drunk,” said Logan. “The floor is fine. Also, you are outside, so there is ground under your feet. I think it’s time to go back to school.”

“You are right,” she nodded and yawned. “I’m going to get my jacket. I’ll head back to school. You guys have fun.” Y/N wanted to walk inside to get her belongings. However, Logan stopped her. Y/N was about to protest, but she noticed he already had her jacket. “How did you get that? You are not the one who can run fast. That’s Peter.”

Logan was a bit annoyed when she mentioned his name. He put the jacket around her shoulders. “Come on, princess. Let’s get ya home.”

“You are coming with me?” she looked up at him, confused. “Why?”

“You think I’m letting you walk there alone in this state? Come on, Y/N, I’m not leaving you when you are drunk and barely able to walk on your own.”

A bright smile appeared on her face. “Aw, you are my knight in shining armour,” she sang.

#Logan Howlett x reader #Logan Howlett #Logan Howlett x female reader #Wolverine #Wolverine x reader #Wolverine x female reader #x-men #x-men fanfiction #marvel fanfiction

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captain-hawks · 5 months

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flower on my skin

— takashi mitsuya x f!reader

summary — In which getting fucked in the dressing room right before you're due to walk down the runway modeling Takashi Mitsuya's lingerie line has become a bit of a habit, to say the least.

18+ ONLY

wc — 1.5k

content — model/designer dynamic, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), anal fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, light choking, pussy slapping, rimming, spit kink, cum eating, squirting, soft!dom Takashi

final!timeline Takashi, set after 2018

“Has anyone ever told you what a brat you are?” Takashi sighs, hooking one of his long fingers beneath your chin.

Hands clasped on the cold metal lip of the stool between your thighs, you look up at Takashi from where he’s standing over you, his lilac eyes mirroring the amusement in the tilt of his smile.

You shrug, reaching out to flick at the metal edge of the sewing tape draped around his neck, but he catches your hand in his, thumb scraping delicately across your palm. You’re due to walk the runway in less than an hour to model a new piece from Takashi’s lingerie line, but there’s no sense of urgency in his movements.

“The girls in the dressing room never tie the back of these outfits up right,” you pout, gesturing toward the silky ribbon that’s yet to be threaded through the eyelets running from your lower back up to your shoulder blades.

After sitting patiently through hair and makeup, you’d hardly given the stylist a chance to prepare your outfit before texting Takashi, pleading that he needed to meet you in one of the empty dressing rooms for an emergency.

Twirling the stool so you’re facing the large mirror mounted to the back of the table in front of you, Takashi stands behind you, eyes meeting yours in the reflection as his deft fingers get to work. He tightens the top more than necessary, and a flicker of amusement crosses his face when you sharply inhale at the arousing feeling of the sheer lace digging firmly into your peaked, sensitive nipples.

He leans in, lips tickling the shell of your ear. “I don’t think that’s it at all,” he murmurs.

You blink back at him innocently in the mirror, sitting perfectly still despite the rapid thrumming of your pulse. “Oh?”

Takashi chuckles, the sound low and rough as he splays a hand over your throat.

“You just like when I fuck you before you go out there,” he rasps, fingers tightening their grip just enough to make your spine arch in response. “You like looking at all those other girls wearing my clothes, knowing you’re the only one walking that runway with a pretty little pussy full of my cum.”

You gasp as he mouths at the side of your neck, his messy lavender and black locks of hair falling into his face as he drags his teeth over your soft skin. His fingers find their way to your breasts, and you fight the urge to drag your palm between your legs as he pinches at your pebbled nipples.

“Am I wrong?” he asks, staring at you in the mirror while he nips at your earlobe.

“No,” you exhale, spreading your legs even wider in invitation.

“So fucking needy,” he murmurs as he glances down at your glistening cunt on full display, though his tone is more appreciative than anything else.

The sexual tension brimming between the two of you had been suffocating from the very start when you began modeling for him, an ongoing, flirtatious game of cat and mouse that grew to a boiling point between each fitting and show. And after far too many dressing room make out sessions spent straddling one of Takashi’s firm thighs—which resulted in countless pairs of ruined panties, soaked and dripping with your arousal before you could even hit the runway—the designer had switched tactics, outfitting you exclusively in crotchless lingerie going forward.

Naturally, without that extra material in the way, your pre-show activities were upgraded from riding his thigh like a bitch in heat to muffled moans against the palm of his hand while he brought you over the edge with his long fingers quickly pumping in and out of you. And then when lapping at your cunt while he palmed at his throbbing erection through his slacks still wasn’t enough, he finally sunk his cock inside of you for the first time, fucking you so hard you had to swap out your precariously high heels for a more stable shoe for the catwalk that night, lest your wobbling legs give out on you midway through your strut.

And yes, you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t bring you an obnoxious sense of satisfaction—knowing that none of the other models batting their eyes at the devastatingly handsome fashion designer are wearing pieces designed solely for them.

None of them know what mischief lurks beneath his gentle smiles and sweet disposition.

None of them have wet and messy try-on sessions at his house that lead to long, long nights and breakfast in bed afterward.

None of them intimately know the pornographic sound of him moaning their name as he comes.

None of them see the possessive flash in his eyes when he murmurs, “Mine.”

Takashi likes to tease you for being a brat when his hands are too full to take care of you on show days, but in reality, you know he loves it, too—watching you walk down the runway in his designs, freshly fucked and glowing. For him.

“Did you notice something different about this pair?” he l casually asks, interrupting your train of thought as he grasps your hips and motions for you to slide off of the stool.

His hand slowly trails down your back as he bends you over the table, only coming to a stop once he reaches the globes of your ass.

“There’s an extra hole,” you reply without hesitation, the surprise modification to the panties—it hadn’t been there during your try-on session—had left you aching with anticipation from the moment you slid them on earlier.

Takashi’s finger teases the added opening, which is positioned right over where your other tight ring of muscle is.

“I wonder if you’d be able to walk the runway after having your ass fucked,” he muses, gripping and spreading your ass cheeks. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sound of him spitting, a whimper escaping your lips as he spreads the glob of saliva over your tight little rim.

“Taaaa…Takashi,” you keen as he tugs at your puckered hole with the tip of one finger, and you can feel thick arousal begin to slide down the inside of your thighs.

He folds his body over yours and whispers in your ear, “What do you think, should we try?”

“Please,” you nearly sob, your untouched clit throbbing with need.

“That’s my girl,” he smiles, dragging a shameless moan out of you when he reaches between your legs and slaps your wet cunt.

Spreading your legs wider apart, you push your ass out toward him, and Takashi chuckles. “You could come like this, couldn’t you?”

You nod feverishly, and Takashi smirks, “Come before I count to ten, and I’ll fuck your ass before you go out there.”

Six rough slaps to your messy, dripping pussy later, and you’re absolutely delirious with need, sobbing as your climax punches out of you, squirting all over Takashi’s hand and onto the floor in the process.

“Good girl,” he praises you, his tone rough and edged with his own desperation, and you hear the sound of a plastic cap popping open behind you.

Takashi’s in the process of carefully scissoring open your ass with three lube-slick fingers when you come again, fingers scraping across the table as every nerve ending in your body catches fire simultaneously.

But once he’s satisfied that you’re ready for the stretch of his thick length, nothing can compare to the feeling of his cock sinking into your ass—and the downright broken moan that crawls up his throat when he presses his body flush against your own as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Shit,” he groans, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your swollen clit. “You feel so good.”

When he starts to move, your vision nearly goes white, your entire body wracked with blistering pleasure as your lubed hole squelches wetly with each deep thrust. His fingers continue to stroke your drenched folds as he plunges in and out of your ass, the table squeaking in protest with the growing force behind the hungry snap of his hips.

You whimper his name, the aching tension coiling in your abdomen rendering you incapable of any words beyond that, and Takashi slides two fingers into your cunt, sliding right through your creamy channel.

And right as you find yourself dangling from the edge, it’s the sight of Takashi lustfully staring back at you in the mirror that sends you tumbling over, his composure entirely lost in a frenzied haze of pleasure.

Takashi moans while he watches you come for him, your entire body shuddering with the force of your orgasm, and that’s all it takes to have his hips sloppily stuttering as he comes right after you, dumping rope after rope of sticky, hot cum in your ass and filling you to the brim.

And even if you’re a little sore on the runway after, your tight hole still quivering from the firm, broad strokes of Takashi’s tongue when ate his cum right out of your ass—and spit it into your mouth afterward—it’s worth it for the adoring, satisfied grin that spreads across his face from the front row when you strut by.

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#takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya takashi #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfiction #dee writes

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norrisleclercf1 · 21 days

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Can I has Mafia!Jenson x assistant!reader where she wears the body jewellery to a dinner of some sorts, or like an event, and Jenson is just completely speechless? They're in that weird cat and mouse game still where they both know the other has feelings but are too scared to admit their own but Jenson would kill whoever looks at her 👐🏼

A/N: HEHEHE

"I am, not wearing that."

Lewis snaps his fan closed and groans, cracking his neck as he glares at you. "Yes the fuck you are, now, go change." He pats your ass and throws you into the changing room. You turn quick and pull at the handle and groan when you realize the bastard locked it from the outside.

"I'll just stay in here!" You yell, a snort echos, as Lewis's boots click on the floor. "Fine you can stay in there, but Jenson will come in here, now wither I open the door with you dressed or naked, is your choice." Biting down hard, your jaw aches from the threat, blowing air out as you take a moment to calm down.

"I hate you!" "No you don't,"

Groaning, you hate that Lewis was right, you could never hate your best friend. Looking at the outfit you groan and quickly undress.

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"Goddamn, even I'd fuck you." Blushing at the words, Lewis smiles as he walks around you. Wearing black stilettos, a skin tight black dress that had a deep cut V that went down to your naval, your breasts holding perfectly it looked sinful, it had slits on either side that went up to the curves of your hip bones, you'd keep to yourself you weren't wearing any panties. But the silent killer, was this small but noticeable gold chain that layed on your sternum, but broke off at the end and wrapped under your breasts. It had gorgeous little pearls that adorned your skin, it looked classy yet a little hint of seduction. Lewis loved it.

"Well, okay," Lewis takes a breath and fixes his pants which has you slapping his shoulder but you both giggle, leaning in he kisses your cheek and brings you over to do a smokey eye and paint your lips a deep wine red. "Thank you," You whisper, feeling confident.

You might work for Jenson Button, one of the feared men in the Mafia world and even made him fall to is knees, but even you needed to feel pretty once in a while, and Lewis was always happy to dress you up. "For you," He whispers and kisses your cheeks.

"I have to go," You sigh, not wanting to head to this meeting. Jenson had asked you to come with and Lewis decided to make you gorgeous and confident and have all the men eating out of your hand.

And damn did he succeed.

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Climbing out of the car you say thank you and hold your little clutch and walk inside to the dark little restaurant. You didn't know where Jenson and the other men where, looking around for them.

Jenson was going to murder Lewis. He was going to kill him and maybe torture him, but he was going to do something to the man. Because explain to him, why he gorgeous, sweet, somewhat shy, and brilliant assistant was currently wearing a dress that was begging Jenson to fuck her in.

Biting his lip he groans, seeing you in that dress should be illegal and the fact he now had business partners here, to see you in this dress. He was going to rip their fucking eyes out. Seeing you look around lost and confused made his blood bump so hard he could hear it in his ears. "Excuse me," He slides out of the booth and walks up behind you, and feels his pants get even tighter seeing the finer details of the dress.

God he wanted to take his hand and reach into the slits of the dress and grab your ass pulling you close, having you sit on his lap and feel him grow hard underneath you. He wanted to slide the long sleeves off your shoulders and watch as you bounce, the body jewelry teasing him and god, he was going to come right here. "Y/n," You jump, and he has to control himself from wrapping his arms around your waist.

"God, Mr. Button, scared me." You blush seeing the way he was eating you alive. "I'm sorry, but...what are you wearing?" He steps closer to you. Body tensing you hate the way you lean forward, craving the warmth and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you.

"Lewis designed it for me," You whisper, as the two of you lean in closer, craning your neck to look up at him, as he looks down at you. "Come home wit-" "Mr. Button, you're table is ready for your orders," The two of you jump back as the waitress smiles, seeming somewhat annoyed and you blush looking away.

"Let's go," He whispers, and holds out his arm, which you gratefully take as he leads you to the table and stops. "Fuck, I can't." He moves to stand in front of you and shrugs his suit jacket off and laying in on your shoulders, covering your body, his hands tighten on the collar and pulls you in.

"Only I can see you like this, understand? Only me," He whispers, leaning in and you have the urge to lean in just a little bit, he smiles and bumps your forehead and moves away. "If they stare at you to long and make you uncomfortable, squeeze my thigh twice and I'll blow their fucking heads off," You nod, getting a smile from him, "Good girl."

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Daddy/Dearest (Wade Wilson x M!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Alien!Cis!M!Reader Rating: Mature (lowest I can go with a Deadpool fic) Words: 1048 POV: Third Summary: You matched with Deadpool on the intergalactic dating app Starcrossed. After exchanging many dick pics, you decided to visit Earth for your first date... and blow the planet up if the date sucked. Note: Inspired by the song Party Tonight by Joe Hedourix and this prompt. Tags: first date, fluff, idk who Nick Fury really is tbh, 4th wall breaks, romcom and reader’s appearance is a little vague but at some point I started imagining Megamind

“Deadpool! Open up!” Wade groaned at the insistent knocking on his door. He tried to rub his eyes, only to find out that he was still wearing his mask. A quick look down revealed he had fallen asleep on the couch in his PJs. The knocking at his door stopped, so he rested his body on the couch. He had barely closed his eyes, when the door was knocked down.

He raised his head with a groan, only to be incredibly surprised by his guest. “Wow, Nick Fury, I am not sure if I am even supposed to know who you are, because the writer has seen exactly one movie in which you had a cat, but he supposes you’re an important dude or whatever.”

“Shut it, motherfucker,” the man wearing a black trenchcoat barked back at Wade. He clearly took note of the dirty white shirt with a butt on it and the blue chequered underwear Wade was wearing, but he did not comment on it. “Do you know the app Starcrossed?”

Wade laughed, not reading the room that had been filled with armoured men and women because we are inclusive here and women can and will kick your ass if provoked.

“That app with all the metas on it? Why? Did we match? I’m sorry if I did not reply, but you’re not really my type and you must have been an accidental swipe.”

“Stop yapping! Does this guy look familiar to you?” From his pocket he unfolded a picture printed on an A4 paper. Wade leaned in and squinted at the picture. He did recognise the person on it.

“Oh yes that’s my daddy - not my father - but like a sexual daddy you know. You should see his dick.” Nick looked like he was gonna lose it. Wade could tell, but he frankly did not give a shit.

“Well, your ‘daddy’ is the leader of an alien race, whose armada is in orbit right now to drop him off for a ‘date’ with you. So get dressed, because whether we get blown up or not today is apparently up to you.” That was a lot to take in, but Wade was used to weird days and this was simply just another one of them.

Now it was common to be nervous for a first date, but the fully armed SWAT team dropping Wade off was not helping. He tried making conversation with them, but they seemed to blame him for possible annihilation before dinner time.

When he stepped out of the chopper, there was a masculine figure waiting in front of the former military base. He held a large bouquet of iridescent flowers. They seemed either fake or from an alien planet. “Wadey!” The figure called out, waving frantically with all hands that were not holding the bouquet. The inhuman coloured skin seemed to change colour wherever the late morning sun was directly shining on it.

“Hi daddy,” Wade called back in the same cooing tone. He skipped over to his date. “Are those for me?” He mused, knowing the answer as his date handed them to him.

“I heard flowers are quite common to bring to a Terran date, so I brought some rare flowers from my planet for you. I am afraid they will not survive as long as they would on my planet though. The sun here is weak.” Wade smelled the flowers. They smelled like butt. Could be worse. At least Wade was familiar with the smell of butt. Wade held the flowers close as he thanked the other for them. “Well then, shall we? Your government was so kind to help me set up an Earth-date.”

The atmosphere was… weird. There was a very extensive brunch on a beautifully decorated table, but they were surrounded by people keeping them at gunpoint. “You don’t seem bothered by being held at gunpoint,” Wade noted as he rolled up his mask just far enough to shove a croissant into his mouth.

“Likewise,” his date smirked back at him. He reached out and touched the edges of the mask. “Come on, I already know your dick and ass are covered in scars. Your face cannot possibly scare me.” Wade thought about it. Well, his identity was not really a secret right now anyway. They already knew where he lived. Wade lifted his mask off his face, trying to not show how insecure he was about his fucked up face. However, when he looked at the alien before him, he swore he could see a hunger in his eyes. “If these people were not around, I would fuck your face right now,” the man sighed dreamily, before continuing to clumsily trying to spread butter on a piece of toast.

Wade reached out and decided to help him. Their fingers briefly touched and Wade saw the other man smile at the contact. It set his body on fire with desire. “I frankly don’t care about the audience, but after writing all those kinktober fics the writer can really use a break from blowjob scenes, so let’s keep this from being E-rated.”

Wade sat back down after buttering his date’s toast. He watched as the alien’s facial features reacted to the taste of Earth food. “Fascinating,” he spoke softly. Wade chatted with his date and those mesmerising eyes and charming smile kept drawing him in. At some point he was sure even Nick Fury could smell his arousal from wherever he was keeping an eye on the situation. There was no more food left, when his date rose from his seat and offered one of his hands. “Let’s get out of here.”

Wade grabbed his mask and put it back on. “We’ll have to fight our way out of here if we want to do that.” A corona of blue light started surrounding the alien, a devilish smile appearing on his face. The sudden display of power got people loading their guns and Wade’s gun filling up with blood really quickly.

“Do not worry, dearest, that can be arranged,” the most powerful being that had ever held him spoke, before he blasted a hole in the line of armed people, lighting the way to their future in a flurry of blue. “Let’s have a good time, dearest.”

#deadpool #wade wilson #ryan reynolds #deadpool x reader #male reader #deadpool x male reader #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x male reader #mcu #marvel #mcu x reader #MCU x Y/N #mcu x you #mcu x male reader #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #Marvel x Y/N

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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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i wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters [K.Bishop]

pairing: switch!kate bishop x top!reader x bottom!kate bishop

summary: things take a surprising turn when kate's alternate self shows up in the middle of an ongoing [slightly public] battle between you and your archer.

warnings: officially the filthiest smut i've ever written -> minors, you're not invited to this party but happy halloween! [selfcest + threesome; kinda dubcon again, R doesn't realize it's kate's variant...again; praise + degradation [heavier on the degrading side though]; slightly public sex; cunnilingus [R + alt!kate receiving]; grinding; orgasm denial; slight overstimulation; fingering [both kates receiving]

wordcount: 4k

a/n: happy halloween, ladies and gays. i couldn't just not leave you guys a little treat. this is [technically] another amazing request by the same lovely person as last time. i can't begin to explain how much fun this was to write and how glad i am that searching for redemption did so well. so, enjoy this as a thank you for being so lovely and allowing me to explore way too many kinks in one fic. hope you enjoy <3 [and let me know what you guys dressed up as today because i'm nosy]

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“Kate, we’re going to be late!” You call out for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

You should’ve known better than to trust your girlfriend when she said she was merely putting the finishing touches on her costume. A costume that she had kept hidden from you since she bought it a few weeks ago.

The secrecy was stupid but Kate had been far too excited at the idea of surprising you with it for you to complain. She’s been getting a kick out of doing things to make your heart race and your cheeks flush lately. It’s not entirely new but she’s ramped things up ever since her alternate self paid you such an eye-opening visit.

Kate talks about it a lot more than you ever thought she would but it’s nice to see her so confident and secure in desires she’s never been able to express with anyone else. Desires that had somehow led her to convince you to go to some Halloween party being thrown by one of her, very rich, college friends.

The idea didn’t really interest you and yet here you were, all dressed up in some revealing devil costume your girlfriend had insisted on buying you. You had felt a little silly until your archer decided to express her love for your outfit by slamming you against the nearest wall and kissing you until your legs turned into jelly.

Something that would have been very well received had she not left you with a desperate throbbing between your legs that she had no intention of relieving.

Meeting her alternate self had been a blessing and a curse as far as you’re concerned. You love how quick she is to take control now but more often than not, her version of control is just her teasing you relentlessly until the two of you are so wound up that you end up having sex on the nearest surface.

It’s the best kind of torture and your girlfriend is incredible at dishing it out.

“Kate-”

“I know, I know!” Her voice reaches your ears first, followed by the sound of her footsteps approaching you. “Being fashionably late is a thing, by the way.”

“There’s nothing fashionable about being two hours late, Katie.”

“You’re no fun.”

You open your mouth to reply but your response gets caught in your throat once your eyes fully take in what she’s wearing.

The all-black outfit isn’t incredibly scandalous, although the muscle-tee she’s wearing shows off all the subtle dips and curves of her arms that drive you wild, but the collar around her neck and the ridiculous cat ears she’s so proudly wearing on top of her head are enough to bring your attention back to ache between your legs.

She raises an eyebrow at you but your eyes are glued to the slightly crooked whiskers she drew on her cheeks. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

You really want to come up with something to shut her up but the playful glimmer in her eyes and the not-so-subtle smirk tugging at her lips renders you speechless. Kate, surprisingly, accepts your silence and instead of making fun of you again, she decides to simply close the space between your bodies and pull you into a kiss that somehow leaves your mind spinning even more than her outfit did.

You’re in the middle of tangling your hands in her already disheveled hair when she suddenly pulls away from you. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

She gives you no time to complain, she just grabs your hand and leads you out the door. It’s equal parts irritating and attractive. Much like the archer herself.

The two of you arrive at the party after a long subway ride, one that was spent with teasing touches and obvious glances. It’s clear what game your girlfriend is playing with you and yet you can’t stop yourself from getting riled up. You know she won’t offer you any relief but your mind fills with images of putting the overconfident archer in her place all the same.

Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to even attempt some retaliation. The two of you manage to stick together for a full five minutes before some tall blonde you’ve never seen before is playfully shoving her and shouting something about a game of beer pong.

Kate shoots you an apologetic look that borders a little too close into puppy-dog eye territory and you let her go without a fuzz, opting instead to grab a drink and wait for her to come back.

And you do end up waiting.

Long enough for your easy acceptance to turn into actual frustration…frustration that’s pooled inside your underwear.

Your eyes haven’t stopped scanning around to find every dark corner and secluded bathroom in sight since Kate left your side hours ago. You’ve been able to find more than enough spots to work out your frustrations with your girlfriend but you still can’t find her.

You’re about ready to call it quits when you spot her out of the corner of your eye. It takes less than a second for you to reach her, hands reaching out for her waist and leading her forward into a dark coat closet you had found half an hour ago.

Her surprise is more than a little evident as you push her inside and practically pin her against the nearest wall. If your brain wasn’t filled with such intense desire, your eyes might have picked up on the different colored collar around Kate’s neck and the lack of crooked whiskers on her rosy cheeks.

None of that registers, though, and all you can think about is how good she looks and how desperate you are to feel her hands on your skin.

There’s a small furrow in her brow that tells you she’s five seconds away from asking something that will ultimately distract you so you act faster than she does.

You lean forward in an instant, your lips claiming hers while your fingers dig into her waist. The fabric in the way doesn’t let her feel the full force of your grip but she arches her back into you anyway.

“You’re driving me crazy,” you mutter against her lips.

“So are you.” Kate finally gains control over her limbs and her hands start to caress your body, gentle fingers trailing up and down your back and barely brushing against your ass. “When did you even change into this outfit?”

You might’ve paid attention to her words had her lips not been trailing a path of kisses down your neck.

Instead, you groan as the throbbing between your legs comes back with a vengeance. You need Kate and you need her now, her constant need to overpower you be damned.

She’s in the middle of sucking a mark onto your skin when your hands grab onto her shoulders and you start pushing her down. “Wha- oh.”

Her confusion lasts for a whole two seconds before she gets the message and lowers herself down onto her knees. The sight alone would be enough to make your heart race on a normal day but her easy acceptance of your unspoken command and the absolute devotion in her eyes while she stares up at you have your knees buckling under the weight of your own desire for her.

“No more teasing, babe,” you say, your tone somewhere between whiney and authoritative. “Just fuck me.”

You’re expecting her to put up some sort of fight but she seems to be just as desperate to feel you as you are. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”

You do as she asks and she wastes no time in getting rid of the barriers that separate your drenched cunt from her mouth. Her lips instantly attach themselves to the skin that gets revealed to her eyes, trailing a path of kisses up your inner thigh.

It takes all your self-restraint not to buck your hips into her face. “Kate.”

She hums in response, apparently too busy to realize how fast your control is slipping. It’s not until her teeth graze your skin that you decide to put a stop to her teasing. You reach down, your fingers wrapping around the pretty collar around her neck and forcibly pulling her face toward your center.

The action surprises both of you but while you watch her with wide eyes, ready for her to fight against your expanding dominance, she moans against you, her eyes fluttering closed.

And that’s all the encouragement you need to take the lead.

You tug on the collar again, the force in your movement showing her you’re in no mood for her continuous games. “Come on, Katie, put that mouth to good use.”

She’s the one with the wide eyes this time but makes no attempt to talk back. Instead, for once, she does exactly what she’s told.

Her hands come up to part your folds enough for your wetness to be on full display for her and she slowly drags her tongue along your slit before flicking your clit.

You can’t tell if she’s trying to be gentle or if she’s set her mind back on teasing you until her lips wrap around your swollen bud and tongue laps at you as if you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, your free hand grabbing onto the back of her head for support.

She responds with a sound of her own, one that resonates against your bundle of nerves and leaves your legs shaking like never before. Kate’s quick to notice your shakiness and her hands grip your hips to hold you up while her mouth and tongue continue their divine work on you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck.”

Her voice comes out muffled but your hips instantly buck further into her mouth in response. You hate how much she teases you and yet you can’t deny how much better waiting makes everything feel.

Kate shifts a little and you waste no time in pulling her hair in a silent warning not to stop. She’s not selfish, merely a tease, and she accepts your command faster than you ever thought possible. The movements of her tongue speed up, flicking at your clit expertly every time and leaving you gasping for air.

“Kate, Kate-” You’re cut off as she rips another moan out from the depths of your chest. “Don’t stop.”

She knows what every gasp that leaves your lips means and she’s much too eager to watch you fall apart.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me.”

She makes a sucking motion with her lips and you fall over the edge without a warning, only Kate’s name tumbling out of your mouth like the most sinful of prayers. Kate laps up every drop of your orgasm until you’re far too sensitive to handle her touch.

You pull on her hair with a shaky hand and she gets the message, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses before rising to her feet again. “Was the wait worth it?”

“Shut up,” you mumble.

You can’t resist the urge and you pull her into a quick kiss, loving the way she still can’t seem to get enough of you. You quickly pull away, much to her dismay, and give her the most innocent smile you can muster. “I’ll see you later, Katie.”

She doesn’t realize what you mean until your hand reaches for the door and you start stepping outside. “You can’t be serious.”

“I promise the wait will be worth it,” you tease before walking away.

You don’t hear her overdramatic groan or see her step out of the closet. But Kate does.

Your Kate.

The one that’s been looking for you for over an hour but instead found her double stumbling out of a dark coat closet.

She’s not an idiot and she knows exactly what the grin on her alternate self’s face means. So, she reacts without thinking.

It takes her less than three seconds to cross the space between them, relishing the wide-eyed look the other Kate sends her way, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

A dozen answers flicker through Kate’s mind but she spits out the worst one she comes up with. “More like who the fuck am I doing.”

Her eyes darken but she knows deep down the way she’s looking at her other self isn’t only filled with rage. “You’re an asshole.”

Her nails dig into her alternate’s skin, drawing out a groan that sounds way too tantalizing to both of their ears. “Chill out, I didn’t realize she wasn’t my y/n until it was too late.”

“And when was that?” She questions despite knowing she won’t like the answer.

“When she was cumming on my tongue,” Kate replies with a proud smirk on her face.

“I take it back, you’re not an asshole, you’re a slut.” A tingle runs down her spine as she practically degrades herself. There’s no hesitation in her movements, no attempt to make herself sweeter, only pure, unrestrained, desire and a desperation she’s never felt before.

“Go fuck yourself, I didn’t do it on purpose, alright? So, back off.”

“Fuck myself?” She responds, subconsciously stepping closer until their bodies are flush against each other. “You have no idea how much I’m considering it right now.”

“You’re kidd-”

She swallows the rest of her variant’s words as her lips press against hers in a messy kiss. There’s no awareness of the party going on around them, of the people that might see, of how wrong it all is, there’s none of that. She can’t think about anything besides how wet she is and how good her double looks in their ridiculous costume.

The kiss is fast and borders on desperate, her tongue slipping inside her double’s mouth and attempting to taste the remnants of your release left on lips that look exactly like hers.

Her leg slips between her alternate’s thighs before she can stop it and the world stops spinning for a few seconds once she hears her moan. “Told you you were a slut.”

“You’re just insulting yourself, we’re the same person.” The response comes out muffled and breathless but filled with the same amounts of raw need.

“Maybe but we like it, don’t we?” She adds more pressure against the other Kate’s center while one of her hands grips her wrist and guides it between her own drenched thighs.

Kate sees it.

The moment her alternate’s control starts slipping, the cocky mask she’s worn so well until now fades and begins to reveal a need to submit that almost rivals her own. “Someone’s going to see us. How the hell are you going to explain this?”

“I don’t give a damn, let them see. Maybe we deserve to get caught for being so sick.”

It’s impossible to know where all of her words come from but the reaction they invoke in both of them is too good for her to get caught up in the details. She knows what she wants, what both of her want, and she’s in no position to deny it.

“Fuck,” she groans once her variant finally gathers the courage to toy with her wet cunt. “Just like that. You know how we like it, don’t you?”

She’s expecting another bratty response but it doesn’t come. All that comes is a groan and the telltale feeling of her other self grinding against her thigh.

Her variant’s fingers stroke her swollen clit for a few seconds before shifting down and slipping into her soaked entrance. The intrusion is unexpected but not unwelcome and she ends up leaning forward and resting her forehead against herself in search of some balance.

She's turned on beyond belief and yet her eyes continue searching for things that ultimately ramp up her desperation. Her hands join the subtle exploration of her own body, harshly groping her variant’s breasts and watching the way her face twists into pleasure.

“Shit, I’m gorgeous,” she mumbles.

“I know, right?” The response comes with a small, breathless, chuckle that leaves her grinning.

It's surreal how right everything feels. How good she feels in her own skin while watching another version of herself writhe and moan.

Her variant slips another finger inside her and her eyes flutter closed, walls clenching in an attempt to take more. “Keep going, we feel so good.”

“Yeah, we do, fuck.”

She knows herself well enough to know how close her double is to the edge. Her hands leave her tits to grip her hips, expertly pinning her against the wall and stopping her movements. “Hold it right there, bratty sluts don't get to cum.”

Her alternate self, the one who was once so commanding and sure of herself, whines. She whines and Kate swears the sound alone could make her cum.

“I need it.”

“Beg for it,” she says, her hips bucking down every time her variant’s fingers thrust in. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

There's a pause before the words flow out of her. “I need you to fuck me, please. I need to cum.”

“Say our name.” Her voice is a breathless whisper as her orgasm builds up.

“Fuck, Kate. I need you, please.”

The entire world fades into nothing the second she hears those words. All she can manage is a gasp before she falls over the edge, her hips relentlessly rutting against her other self’s hand.

She doesn't know how long she spends basking in the bliss of her orgasm but once she comes back to herself, she feels the insistent kisses being littered all over her face. It's weird but cute and she wonders if that's how you feel every time she does it.

The thought fully forces her back into reality and she groans before taking a small step back. “I think someone deserves a reward. Let's go find y/n and give her a show.”

It takes them a while to find you in the crowd, although maybe it has more to do with the mind-shattering orgasm Kate just had and the borderline painful denial that's left Kate with a powerful ache between her legs.

When your archer finally spots you, she shares a knowing look and a subtle smile with her variant before they're both grabbing onto you and pushing you into the first bathroom they can find.

The action startles you until you realize the hands on you belong to your girlfriend…two of them. You're pushed against the sink and your heart pounds in your chest as your eyes take in both archers.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Kate’s variant asks.

The different colored collar on her neck gives her away now they're standing together and you almost feel stupid for not realizing.

Your girlfriend seems to read your mind and she steps forward, her hands landing on your waist. “What's wrong, baby? Did you not realize it wasn't me you were whoring yourself out for?”

The words steal the remaining breath from your lungs. Kate’s, your Kate’s, dominant attitude is something you can't get enough of but you're still pissed at her for teasing you all day. Especially now that you've learned it wasn't even her that made you cum earlier.

“Careful, Katie.” Your hand reaches for her collar, tugging on it enough to be rewarded by the hitch in her breath. “You're still on thin ice.”

The impatience and need Kate’s other self is struggling with is obvious to you and it only becomes more clear once she steps forward too, pushing her body against you and seeking out your neck with her lips. “What about me?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “You're fine, Kate. You're a good girl, aren't you?”

The whine your words draw out of her is enough of a response and your eyes flutter closed while they both caress your body.

“Why am I in trouble when you're the one who fucked another version of me?” Kate’s hands slip up your body as she speaks, her movements blurring together with those of her double.

“So did you.”

The two pairs of hands on you stutter in their movements and you know you've got them right where you want them.

You don't give either of them a second to respond. Instead, you take the opportunity to rearrange them, pushing your archer onto her knees and pulling her variant against your body.

Kate’s eyes meet yours, offering a moment of calm amongst all the raging emotions that fill the room. “You gonna put me in my place, baby?”

“Please stop talking,” her alternate self begs.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sound, your arms wrapping around her middle and pulling her impossibly closer. You've heard your girlfriend beg before but this is different. This is you stripping away all her control and letting her enjoy the feeling of submitting.

And it's hot as hell.

“Poor Kate, we left you desperate for more, didn't we, baby? Is that why you came crawling back to us?”

She nods furiously, her hips bucking against the air while your hands slip under the fabric of her shirt. You take in the sight for a few more moments before looking back toward your kneeling girlfriend and giving her a small nod of your own.

Kate wastes no time in removing the obstacles in her way, letting out a low groan once she takes in her alternate self’s obvious arousal. You wait for the teasing comment that doesn't come now that she's left you in control of both of them.

“Get to it, baby.”

Your girlfriend obeys immediately. She attaches her lips to her variant’s leaking cunt and you watch the way they both tremble with desire.

It's the most heavenly sight you'll ever get to see.

Your hands slide up to play with Kate’s bra-covered breasts while your girlfriend eats her out like her life depends on it.

You can't stop yourself from leaning forward and pressing feather-light kisses against her neck, loving the way she instantly tilts her head back and sinks into you. “Fuck, please.”

“Please, what?” You murmur, missing the two fingers your archer slips inside her alternate.

You hear her gasp and feel the frantic movement of her lower half as she grinds against your girlfriend’s face. “Please…please, can I cum?”

A torturous silence hangs in the air for a few moments before you give in and let her have what she wants.

“Go ahead, baby, be a good girl and cum for us.”

You're sure you've never heard a more delicious sound than the loud cry that leaves her parted lips. You're too busy kissing every inch of skin you get your lips on to watch the way your girlfriend swallows every drop of her other self’s release.

A release so intense that it leaves all three of you shaking.

Kate fucks her through her orgasm, clearly addicted to the way her fingers keep getting swallowed up by her other self’s cunt.

You let her do what she wants until her variant can't take it anymore.

“Please, I can't-”

Despite her words, you feel her body shudder as she tumbles into another orgasm.

“Come on, Katie.” You reach down to pull your reluctant archer away. “Let her breathe.”

“You're no fun,” she mumbles before rising to her feet.

“Say that again and see what happens,” you warn her with a grin.

She huffs before attaching herself to your free shoulder, nuzzling against you. “I think the power’s gone to your head.”

“I think you both like it.”

Neither of them replies but you don't need words to know you're right. The way they cling to you is enough.

“Can we go home?” Kate’s variant finally speaks up, her voice hoarse. “I can't feel my legs.”

You chuckle and kiss her cheek. “Sure. But we're not done.”

The three of you stumble out of the bathroom together a few minutes later, giggling and trying to fix your disheveled hair. It's a strange situation but you feel like the luckiest person on Earth with your two girls by your side.

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moonmingi · 3 months

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*The following content is just an idea I would like to have for my IF, so they may change in the future!*

*this IF has a long way to go because I have just begun to learn coding. The prologue may be out in a few months so please bear with me😭*

* English is not my first language and I’m not fluent yet but I'm trying! *

* This is also a what-if and the event happened in this will not be canon in my main verse. Treat this like a fanfiction(?) for my own satisfaction if you will hehe *

Demo TBA

CRIsis-if

Living life as a tired, ordinary human, you try to fight the challenges each day brings. However, a strange event unfolds. A massive black cosmic sphere floating at the center of the city—or perhaps even the entire world. What makes it even more strange is that you appear to be the only person who see this.

After that, you start seeing… “strange phenomenon" like floating hamburgers, distorted floating faces trying to harm you, and liquid cats? Well, the last one seems usual, but it still scared the shit out of you. The common thing between them lies in the unsettling sensation they evoke from you. Like you should not be seeing them.

Not only that but now, three celestial beings beyond your imagination extends their hand towards you, urging you to use them. their objective is clear: to get rid of the ominous black floating sphere that appears in your vision. They insist that its elimination is crucial,said that there will be consequences if left unsolved. Yet, much like yourself, they seem uncertain about the precise ways to stop this. Could there be hidden truths or intentions that some of them are withholding from you? Can you even get rid of that thing? Should you just accept your fate?

Great!, your boring existence is not so boring anymore, and strangely enough, you're quite content with it. After all, they've promised to cover your daily meals forever. Who could resist such an offer, am I right?

Selection :

- male, female, non-binary and trans!💕

- select your personality ( shy, hot-headed, cold, happy, charismatic etc. )

- be friendly or hostile. Romance the ROs or not. ( or maybe all of them👁️👁️)

- solve various puzzles with various ways

- choose a celestial being to go on an adventure with ( this will not lock you from pursuing others)

- choose your meals. Don’t worry, they will pay for you

Some ROs are gender-selectable ( M/F ) * will be added later and the ROs will be about 5-6 *

𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖚𝖑𝖆; ( Star witch ) ( F ) ( she/her ) ( 182 cm. ) ( es-tel ne-bew-lar )

A formidable and mesmerizing enchantress, 𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖚𝖑𝖆 is the most powerful witch among her witches peers. Delicate, curly white hair with a sparkling purple luminescence, she defies the laws of physics in your world—floating effortlessly and granting others the same out-of-world experience. Sharp, captivating red eyes have an unwavering intent, perhaps fueled by the desire to get rid of the black sphere. Her powers are hard to contain, delivering deadly force from a large distance. But, these magic comes at a cost—mana depletion and aging for user that are mortal such as you.

Appearance; Estelle have an untouchable allure, her fiery red eyes reminiscent of the sun's intensity. She wears a flowing, regal purple dress, a lantern at the center of her body, casting a mystical glow. Atop her delicate, curly white hair rests a grand witch hat, both shimmering with a purple luminescence. The ensemble is completed by her purple opera gloves, where sharp nails threaten to tear through the fabric, adding a touch of’ not-to-mess-with-me ‘. As she traverses the sky, a radiant, glowing star becomes her companion, maybe all the beautiful comets that you used to make wishes to are made by her.

Choosing Estella Nebula as your guide you’ll :

- Be able to floats and travel through the sky

- Use star witch magic such as Dazzling Star, Galactic Resonance, Star Witches burden, and many more

- Have a Tsundere, cruel, but actually lovely lady by your side ( Is there anything more perfect than this? I don’t think so )

- Need to be careful when using powers, it can drain you greatly.

Trope: Stranger to Friend/Lover, Tsundere, Sad and Angsty, Forbidden Love,

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨; (???) ( M ? ) ( he/him ) ( 175 cm. ) ( Chan-oo )

Yes, just 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨; you try to ask for his full title, but he insists you call him "𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨." Much like his elusive name, Chanwoo's persona remains mysterious. Playfulness defines him, but a hint of hostility lurks beneath the surface behind those golden eyes. His words carry a sweet ambiguity. A charmer indeed, he has an aura that captivates all who meets him. He has the ability to shape-shift into various forms, he enjoys the excitement, pain and emotions of human. Finding immense amusement in teasing humans, he was even amused by being labeled as an incubus by bystanders.

Appearance ; Chanwoo has an outstanding appearance—a cascade of short pink hair frames his face, he has bright golden eyes, contrasting from his overall suspicious appearance. His word carry sweet-lies that most will still believe. He wears sleeveless turtleneck with leather pants and platform boots. Chokers also are around his neck. He smiles and with a wink, say that it’s there to hold his ‘ hunger ‘

Choosing Chanwoo as your guide you’ll :

- Transform into shadow

- Charm people easily ( this will save you a lot of trouble if you don’t want to fight )

- Playful banters.

- You must let him draw sustenance from you, whether it be from normal excitement or that...more intimate desire

- Not get help. in certain scenarios, he may choose not to lend his power. He takes pleasure in watching you struggles, finding amusement in the difficulties of your situations rather than offering a helping hand.

( What does it mean? It means that in some situations if you pick the other divine being. They will try to help you throughout but Chanwoo, in his weird-ass nature, may not help. But—don’t worry, the result will remain the same. You just need to solve additional puzzle and read more stories, >:)

Tropes: Enemies to Friend/Lover(?)/Enemies, Hardcore teasing(😩), Fling, Toxic Undertones, Forbidden Love

Daniel Blackma; (Death itself) ( no specific genders but appears male) (he/him) ( 173cm. ) (Dan-niel Black-ma)

The death itself, he said he is just a replacement for the old ‘ death ‘, whatever that may be, and he is here to help you through the strange events. He is very quiet, almost mute but when he speaks, it’s straightforward and demands attention. He has a cold and uncaring look to him but is actually really naive. He know nothing about your world and can act child-like sometimes. He has the ability to decays everything if touches, and sometimes cannot control it. So he always ask you to not touch him much or you’ll hurt. But he doesn’t mind hurting people and will do it if that mean his goals will be succeed.

Appearance ; Daniel is formally dress, but with styles. With a black-long coat contrasting with his white t-shirt. He also wears a black business pants with leather shoes, and a little bit of accessories. He has a black-neck length hair with a small strands covering a bit of his profile. Overall, he looks ‘ fitted-in ‘ more than the others and perhaps, even more stable in a way. Daniel exudes a powerful aura but also he, himself, is actually really bad at, well, living, because he never get out much from his own realms. Daniel always looks blank. With no emotions presenting on his face and will make every decision that is made get done that way too.

Choosing Daniel Blackma as your guide you’ll :

- have the ability to destroy things

- deals with his child-like behavior ( sorry not sorry;)

- make more planned plans and be more calm in worrying situations

- do a bit of magic such as death wish, decaying feelings etc. ( this so emo AHAHHAJS )

Tropes: Stranger to lovers, cold shoulder, angst, learning to love

Lastly, I will be open for ask. You can ask about the story( you’ll not get much info tho cus spoilers hehe )or even talk to the ROs TYSM FOR READING 💕❤️

#interactive fiction #if update #twine game #twine interactive fiction #original character #wip game #I don’t know how to code yet but i’ll try ahahahah #CRIsis-if

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umadosedepascal · 3 months

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B O A T | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | PART VI

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Today is your last day in Malta. Pedro will be back to work, and you also need to return to your routine. Pedro wants your last day to be wonderful, nothing like a surprise with a perfect end. The three most intense days of your life.

wc: 4.5k

rating/warnings: [Smut][Semi public sex] [unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f][lots of slapping] [a little romance, why not?][sex with food][you both being silly] [alcohol consumption][a little Spanish]

a/n: Thanks person that dropped that picture of Pedro in a boat 😰 this way we finish the Malta series, CLASSY! Hope you enjoy! Leave comments and reblog if you can 🫰🏻

Yesterday was amazing, to see Pedro losing his mind at the restaurant, looking for you through the private rooms. You can't help but smile when you remember him standing at the lounge door, with a red blush face of anger but horny at the same time. The night at the hotel was wonderful, you slept together again, this time in your room with his face in the curve of your neck, giving soft kisses until you fall in a deep sleep.

He tickles you rubbing his mustache on your skin. Letting out a low moan when you feel his teeth bite the skin of your neck.

"Wake up darling" he says softly and bites you again.

"Pedro...it's still night, don't you get tired?" He releases a low laugh against your skin and gently squeezes your waist.

"No. It's 5 am I have a surprise for you. Come on, wake up!"

Turning to him, feeling your body protest, you open your eyes facing Pedro with a crooked smile, then you notice he is already dressed, running your fingers through the fabric of the shirt he wears you ask him yawning covering partially your mouth..

"Are you going to work?"

He pouts frowning his eyebrows and squishing his brown eyes shaking his head denying it, holding your chin giving a quick kiss on your lips.

Pedro sits on the bed, giving you a view of his back, his striped shirt tight in his body.

"No babe…wake up, it's a surprise, go get dressed and don't ask anything, I won’t say where we going…"

You roll your eyes realizing that you won't be able to get any information from him, stretching your muscles on the huge bed you sit still sleepy, Pedro gets up and extends his hand to pull you to stand up. He tilts his head to the side, making you look at the chair in the corner, there’s a fancy box. Raising an eyebrow to him while opening the box you say "Did you even sort out what I'm going to wear? Haha”

"Go get dressed, we'll be leaving in 15." gently slapping your ass.

After a quick shower, feeling your body finally wake up, no matter how tired you are from the night before, you can't deny that you are curious about such a surprise.

Pedro is sitting on the edge of the bed, just waiting for you, sunglasses land on his head, mixing with his hair. He looks at you quickly raising an eyebrow and you let go off your towel, letting it fall at your feet, Pedro sighs when he sees you naked, he drops his phone on the bed and walks to where you are as slowly as a cat, he bends down and takes the towel, his fingertips touching the skin while he gets up facing you.

He place the towel between your breasts drying a few drops of water and whispers "Please don't tease me now, be a good girl and wear what I bought you. Let’s go, we are already late…" rolling his eyes and smiling as you grab the clothes, inside there is a black bikini and a fancy beach wear.

Pedro leaves before you, while you finish makeup and adjust your clothes, then you get a message.

*Pedro P: I'm in the lot hermosa, waiting 🙄*

As soon as the elevator doors open you find Pedro leaning against the car, he opens a smile when he sees you wearing the clothes he got for you, he opens the back door of the car, giving you his hand to go up, he sits next to you and the car leaves.

Pedro's hand does not leave your thigh, he draws circles on your skin, plays with the fabric of your clothes. He is quiet the entire time just giving you smiles and showing the beautiful landscape that runs through the car's window.

_See that place, I was shooting there. Look, look at this one too_

“It’s all dark, Pedro. Can’t see shit hah”

Twenty minutes top you arrive at your destination and he says holding your hand "I wanted to see the sunrise with you…" kissing the knuckles of your fingers, extending his hand helping you getting out of the car you see the yacht anchored.

It’s beautiful, all white with wooden details, Pedro talks to the captain, but you don't pay much attention, you look at the sea, the sky turning to a lighter tone. Feeling Pedro's hands, you lean your back on his chest, your head resting on his shoulder while the pilot takes you inside.

Now the sky takes on shades of yellow, the sun is rising little by little, you stare at Pedro and he is tripping, looking at the waves. He is hot as fuck, the golden light brighten his skin, his hair swinging with the wind, striped shirt tight on his strong arms. He catches you drooling on him and laughs "Enjoying the view?" with both of his hands smoothly stroking your thighs.

"Yeah, I love surprises, specially coming from you and, and this place is so incredible!!" he bring up his sunglasses to his head again, he come even closer to you while his hand travels to your bikini lace, you feel your pussy pulsing and giving you goosebumps wishing him right now.

The yacht stops on the high seas, to your left you can see almost the entire coast of Malta and on the other side far away a piece of Sicily. It's a really amazing view, I wish I spent the whole day seeing how the weather changes as the hours go by, and next to him even better.

Pedro gets up from the bench leaning on your thighs with the calm swing of the sea and approaches the captain. They talk for a few and you watch Pedro laughing and coming back to your side again. In silence, he runs his fingers through your face, slightly turning your chin against his mouth giving you quick kiss.

The noise of a smaller boat approaches making you look at it and quickly the captain says goodbye to you saying "I'll be back in a few hours, Mr Pascal."

Pedro nods to him waving goodbye.

And you with a shy smile "Did you really do that?"

He put his hands on your shoulders, pushing you foward happily saying "come, let me show you this..”

Going down to first floor, he stops in front of a side door and takes a set of keys out of his pocket. "Now I don't know which key opens hermosa, can you try them all while I go there pick up something?"

You let out a laugh rolling your eyes “Pedro, Pedro!!!"

Luckily, the first key you try opens the door and entering the room without waiting for him. You find the switch and lights the room, you come at a small but cozy luxury room. A queen bed with white sheets and duvets, two bathrobes by the edge of the bed and next to it a glass shower big enough to fit you both.

A smile escapes from your lips and when your turn back to the door you see Pedro holding a sparkling brut, an OJ box and a pair of glasses with the biggest smile on his face.

"I know it's early, but Mimosas?" He says excited almost dropping the box of juice from his arms.

_Pedro style_

"Well, we are taking vitamin c, so yes, I want some” both laugh loudly and go towards the stairs up and sit on the round bench. Pedro opens the champagne and serves you both them next some OJ.

Sound of the waves, seagulls mewing and out of nowhere "You know…I bought this thing for you and you look beautiful, but can you please take that off? It’s just us here…” he asks with puppy eyes, you smile and hand him your drink, getting up and staying between his legs you undo the lace of the beach dress. Pedro observes every inch of your skin, taking the fabric off your shoulders and putting it next to him on the couch. He return your drink back and gives two sassy slaps on his thigh "sit here, I want to see this bikini up close" you come closer and sit on his lap, his free hand immediately goes to your hip, he kisses you softly, his lips cold from mimosa, with a slight taste of orange, while his left hand holds the back of your neck, his fingers wrapping around your hair, pulling you closer.

You only stop kissing each other when both are out of breath, Pedro sighs and reclines on the couch. He is looking to the sky with his head back, his shirt already half unbuttoned, you can see his chest slightly red, is a suffocating view.

You take a sip on your drink and intentionally let it spills some on Pedro's shirt, he looks at you and with an innocent face you say with a bit of sarcasm "Oh no I'm sorry, I think you'll need to take it off, I don't want to ruin your clothes, babe." and slowly open the remaining buttons of his striped shirt, revealing his chest full of freckles, a little red from the crazy Malta sun. He looks at you with fun, almost laughing and you question "what? I bet it is very expensive, I would hate to ruin it. For. Real."

Getting up from his lap, you kneel between his legs, running your hands over his shoulders taking off the shirt once and for all.

Sliding your two hands inside his shorts, slightly scratching his thick thighs, trying your best to get closer to his cock. You look up with a goofy smile, he watches you with his arms stretched out on the back of the bench, his mouth half open and his glasses on the tip of his hot aquiline nose.

“No hay mejor vista que esa” he sighs.

You slide your hands down his legs and he moans asking "go up, go up..." biting his lower lip.

You take your drink again and purposely pour a little on his left knee licking right after.

"Peligrosa".

You say.. "isn't it sexy? Slutty knee?"

"Christ!!!" he says rolling his eyes followed by a laugh looking at the sky that is already orange and pink, the sun is rising and what you most want to actually sink on his cock at this moment, but it is weird to be on the high seas doing something that you have always done on four walls, hidden from any view of others.

With two slaps on his thigh he demands you to sit on his lap again, this time you sit facing him no excuses, with one hand squeezing your thigh while the other he slides two fingers between the two of you and rub over your bikini feeling you are already wet for him.

“Oooh yeah, babe. I like it, I like it” he says with a smile on his lips.

You let out a moan when he touches you making you sink your head into his neck giving him light kisses until it reaches his mouth, you softly scratch his beard both sides taking his glasses up to his head and come across his eyes like dark sea lost in lust.

He doesn't stop rubbing you, now with more intensity, you try to move to feel his bulge rising under his shorts, you open your legs wide under him.

He takes a chance and move the fabric to the side now massaging your clit in circles making you moan even more in between nibbling on your neck and earlobe.

He slides his index finger by bending to touch your g-spot right away and rubs his thumb on your clit, firm movements that make you moan loudly against his neck, while his free hand gently caresses your back.

You're close to cumming, Pedro whispers in your ear "cum for me, can you? I want you wet all day for me."

You just nod to him, moaning low again he shuts you up with a sloppy kiss groaning on each other mouths. Your left hand is scratching Pedro’s back and with the right one teasing him, pinching on his nipples..

Your orgasm comes fulminant as you slightly bite the same nipple that you were playing with your fingers seconds ago..

He releases a horny ouch saying things you can't even understand properly.

"sorry, I couldn't resist..you are..."

He shuts your mouth sticking his glistening fingers that were inside you seconds ago and say with a smile on his face "bite again and you'll see what happens to you, you little slut".

You suck on his fingers, you swirl your tongue around it, and bite the tip as he pulls it out.

"Maybe I want to know what happens, how far you can go…"

Pedro holds your throat with his left hand squeezing enough to take a moan from you, with his right hand he contours your back and undo the top part of your bikini and pulls down hard, you turn your head to see the piece of clothing fly a few inches away.

_luckily not to the dolphins_

But your head turns instantly with the light slap that Pedro gives on your cheek.

"Eyes on me, eyes on me!” he says in a hoarse voice.

Pedro holds your waist making you fall on your back on the couch "why you laughing? touch yourself, and don't stop until I get back. I'm serious!"

You just agree, your body trembles in anticipation, your fingers slide through your clit massaging in circles and looking to the side, watching Pedro move away.

He comes back quickly with a bowl full of strawberries, he stops in the middle of the way and looks at you, legs open, bikini to the side, your boobs being kissed by the morning sun. Pedro strokes through his shorts biting his lower lip and walks slowly to you, he puts his sunglasses back on, preventing you from knowing where his looking at.

"Are you hungry, beautiful? Cause I am, I'm hungry.."

Pedro sits down and you lay your legs over his lap, he draws circles around your thigh, sliding up to your bikini, your hands still slowly rubbing your swollen clit. Pedro takes your hand and puts your fingers in his mouth, sucking and moaning when he feels your taste.

He raises your legs and kneels between them and you ask whining "Please take your glasses off, let me see your eyes."

He laughs softly and replies "Calm down, cariño, my eyes are always on you."

He puts his glasses back on his head and then stretches his right hand and takes a strawberry from the bowl with ice and let it drip down your belly, giving you goosebumps making your back arch.

Pedro runs the tip of the strawberry through your stomach, going up to your nipples, he presses making you feel the ice melt against your hot skin. You close your eyes but open quickly when you feel the ardor of a slap on your left thigh..

"I thought I said eyes on me…"

Pedro bites on your nipple, pulling between his teeth, he runs the same berry on the other nipple and does the same thing, sucking, biting and licking while you run your fingers tightly through his fluffy hair.

Pedro goes down his mouth through your belly, biting and sucking on you, you feel his beard tickling your wet pussy. He looks into your eyes and slowly spits on your clit, the feeling of his saliva sliding through your skin is indescribable, he smiles and licks your pussy from bottom to top taking his saliva and your excitement all together, his mouth fits perfectly into your clit, sucking accurately.

You whine while holding his head, afraid that he will move away, Pedro growls against your pussy and fucks you with his tongue. He slides the strawberry down your clit and this makes you give him a loud moan, Pedro rubs the strawberry and then sucks on it repeatedly.

"Damn, this is the best match I could ever do" he rubs the strawberry again in your folds and brings the fruit to your lips "here…open your mouth! Taste it! Haha”

You open your mouth and bite the strawberry looking to the side chewing slowly with a slight face of disgust.

He says "are you kidding me?" Then a burnt slap on your right thigh that makes you choke on the strawberry.

"I was kidding Pey..." you say with a mouth full and laughing at the situation.

He lifts you up and hugs you tightly, squeezing your ass tightly and releasing one more slap on the other side.

You feel he is hard as a rock and you try to feel it between the two of you but he won't let you for now.

"Pedro, let me?"

He with a cold face says "no"

"Are you acting? Don’t even start pl..."

He interrupts you "no..." moving away from you picking up again his glass pouring a little of OJ and completing with brut.

"Do you want one like that too before I take you back to that room?”

You just wave a yes, trying not to laugh.

He fills your glass with brut and puts drops of juice.

“Cheers?”

And you laughing "cheers, my dear".

He takes his drink in two big gulps letting it drip on his neck and cleaning his mouth with his forearm.

“Andale, hermosa..”

You do take it in one saying "is it good for you?"

He arches his eyebrow by rubbing his thumb in the corner of your mouth "this is my girl, come with me.."

You let out a nervous smile as he hugs you from behind guiding you to the entrance of the room, rubbing his cock on your ass and sliding his hands over your tits and belly..

At the edge of the bed he turns you around and makes you sit, without thinking you pull him close and gives him lazy and wet kisses on his tummy..unbuttoning his shorts, going down with ferocity and gluttony.

While he massages your hair you run your tongue over his happy trail until you stop on his white boxers with his hard cock pointing to the left side pulsating asking to be released.

But you want him on the edge.

Sliding your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, threatening to go down but without leaving the line of his waist.

Every time you run your fingers around he squeezes your hair stronger moving his hips towards your mouth, the eye contact is made and he is looking at you with his mouth half-open just waiting for the next step.

You spot a wet stain of excitement on his underwear and it drives you crazy. There is no turning back. You nibble right on top making him moan involuntary while he intertwines his fingers in your hair even more.

"Do it, do it..." he speaks quietly without stopping.

You run your fingers through the waistband and pull down slowly, his cock heavily hits your face twitching and you grab him with your mouth by the swollen, pinksh head feeling the taste of precum running down the base.

Pedro lets out another low moan, moving his hip forward wanting more of your mouth.

“Yeah yeah yeah, like that babe..” he groans to you.

You hug him and squeeze his smooth peachy asscheeks and swallow him until you feel the tip of his cock hit your throat, making you choke.

You suck on him with intensity going up and down with your hands down his thighs, sometimes looking up to see his reaction.

He doesn't take his eyes off you, dark eyes full of horniness.

You climb one hand to the base of the cock stroking him and the other alternating licking and sucking on his balls making him moan even louder.. "do you want to kill me, beautiful?"

And with a hard lick over his cock hole you smile and whisper "yes babe…"

"Jesus Christ" Pedro growles and throws his head back his hand curling your hair, guiding the movements as he wants to fuck your throat.

"Like this babe just like this. FUCK, I love the sounds you make when you choke on my cock…"

You moan at his words, you feel the side vein of his cock pulsate and you can bet that he is close to cum, so you release his cock with a pop, running a finger through your mouth and cleaning the accumulated saliva. he looks at you from top to bottom, his lips half open, heavy breathing. Pedro pulls you by the hair to stand up, he kisses you hungry, his hands desperate to touch your whole body.

He slides two fingers inside your pussy, taking a loud moan, your head falls back with the feeling of him opening you, he kisses and nibbles your neck, going down to your nipples, pulling between his teeth when you beg for him...

"Please, please fuck me, I need your cock now"

Pedro looks at you with your nipple stuck between his teeth, he lets go and smiles giving one last lick on your needy skin.

“I like it when you beg for me." Giving you a wink.

In a second Pedro turns your back to him, his hand circling from your waist to your clit, the other hand holding your throat, he whisper in your ear.

"I want to hear you scream, no one will hear you or help you, sweetheart. Stay on all fours for me…” goosebumps takes over your body when you hear him threatning you like this. He puts his hands on your back and pushes you, your face glued to the mattress with your hands grabbing the pillows instantly and your knees barely supporting your trembling body.

"This vision is much much better...Damn cariño" then the snap of a slap, the burning on your ass from Pedro's hand hitting one, two, three, four times. He hits and stroke your skin right after, the last slap you feel Pedro distributing kisses through your burnt skin "you drive me crazy, you will be my death!" Pedro spits in you pussy and rubs his cock up and down your entrance, spreading the saliva, pre cum and all your excitement.

Pedro slides into you very slowly, making you feel every inch of him opening you, the slight discomfort mixing with the pleasure, he pulls back his cock until it is only the tip inside and before you whine for the absence he puts everything in a hard stroke moaning loudly your name grabbing your hips pulling you close, firm and short thrusts, your hands squeeze the pillows so hard, moaning his name, begging him to never to stop.

He slides his right hand down your back, his nails scratching your sweaty skin, slippery until he wraps your hair in his fist, pulling you by the back of the neck so that your back is glued to his chest. Pedro whispers dirty words in your ear, you can barely hear because the feeling of his cock buried in your pussy while his right hand holds your throat and the left stroking you. Pedro moans loudly in your ear, biting your shoulder licking your neck, he seems desperate for you.

_He is desperate for you, and you for him. _

Your hand goes over his hand that is in your throat, you squeeze more encouraging him

"Cum for me, I want to hear you scream" he releases your throat and holds your breasts squeezing your sensitive nipples. You cum screaming his name, feeling your body break into millions of little pieces, your vision getting blurred, your legs faltering.

"Pedro, please…"

"I know cariño, just one more, I want to feel you squeeze my cock once again"

Pedro takes his dick out of you and turns you around. Lying on your back he climbs on you, his cock twitching dripping with his excitement and yours. His panting, messy hair with a red chest flexing your knees to your belly he kisses you and slides in again, you hold his shoulders, moaning in his ear while his hands runs through ribs. Pedro looks you in the eyes, his forearms on each side of your head, his cock hitting your g-spot, he kisses you desperately, licks your mouth, swallows every moan and supplication that comes out of you.

You feel his lower belly rubbing against your clit, the almost unbearable overstimulation.

"Pedro, I'm going to cum... Oh my.. yyyyyyess"

"Yeah babe, cum on my cock, squeeze that cock"

You shout Pedro's name, his thrusts are now desperate, the sound of skin to skin drives you nuts and now he is only in search of his pleasure. Pedro moans deliciously in your ear, saying how well he feels inside you, how you squeeze him so hard. "Damn baby I'm going to cum in this tight pussy, squeeze my cock take everything" you feel him cumming inside you, the moans he releases, the words he says are pure porn, destroying you more and more.

"You're going to kill me, my god..” he says laughing with his face buried in your neck. Pedro moves his hips against yours a few more times and grumbles coming out of you, falling next to you on the bed, he pulls you close, laying his wet hair on your belly and his hands sliding up and down your arms, caressing the sweaty skin for a few.

He looks at you and you satisfied, you move down to kiss him, this time he's slow and sensual, his tongues dancing slowly. You lick and bite his lower lip. Pedro grows softly squeezing your ass.

He laughs and picks up his phone to check what time is it, you still have some privacy time before the captain comes back to pick you up.

"Are we going to the shower? I'm sticky and you smell like mimosas ha” he looks at you and kissing your lips he gets up and says "I have a better idea, put on your bikini again."

_Pedro's idea was simply for you to climb to the highest point of the yacht and jump into the sea._

"I promise I'll hold you, no sharks" he says laughing as he hugs you, slowly pushing you to the edge

"Oh my God... Fuck it, let's go!" Pedro screams and jumps with you in his arms.

He holds you in his arms, his legs wrapped around your waist, his hands on the back of your neck. The cold water relaxing you two.

"I didn't want you to leave," he says softly as he looks at your purple lips cause the cold water, you whisper a “me too…”

Pedro kisses you, and this time the kiss is completely different from all the others. You smile at each other, watching the captain's boat approach.

The rest of the day is kinda quiet, captain takes you back to the island and after lunch you fall asleep together while looking at the clouds through the hotel room window.

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