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amethystarachnid · 1 month ago

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I read your last Tony one-shot, and this “That said, I wouldn’t mind seeing Stark try to handle a teenage girl someday.” made me thing that this prompt Christmas Morning with the Kids is perfect for Tony 🤣 Tony + reader with a teenage girl and two little boys (or more, it’s up to you), Christmas morning, lots of love, I think it’s perfect ❤️

CHRISTMAS MORNING - part I

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4.1k

ᯓ★ Summary: Life with a teenage daughter, twins boys and a toddler is always chaotic but on Christmas morning? Oh it is pure chaos.

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing

ᯓ★ Part II

ᯓ★ I merged the two requests because the second one didn't specify anything, hope you both like it! <3

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ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

Tony’s warm body is pressed against your side, his arm slung lazily over your waist as you drift in and out of sleep. The glow of the early morning filters through the heavy curtains, and you nestle deeper into the cocoon of your shared blanket, trying to fend off the faint chill in the room. You know it’s Christmas morning, but a part of you is holding on to the luxurious laziness of waking up slowly, in no rush to face the chaos awaiting you downstairs.

That delusion is shattered within seconds.

There’s the distinct sound of heavy, rapid footsteps in the hallway, followed by a breathless, high-pitched “They’re still asleep!” in a stage whisper that echoes through the door.

Before you can even brace yourself, the door flies open, slamming against the wall with an unceremonious bang. Your seven-year-old twins, Alex and Howard, charge into the room like two pint-sized tornadoes, all gangly limbs and boundless energy.

“MOM! DAD! IT’S CHRISTMAS!” Alex shouts, his voice nearly cracking with excitement.

“Wake up! Santa came!” Howard adds, punctuating his declaration by leaping onto the bed with a war cry. He lands on Tony, who lets out a theatrical groan, his arm slipping off your waist.

“Oh, for the love of—” Tony grumbles, voice muffled by the pillow he’s shoved his face into. “Santa didn’t come. He texted me last night saying he was stuck in traffic. Maybe next year.”

“Liar!” Alex accuses, climbing up onto your side of the bed and flopping down against you with all the grace of a hyperactive puppy.

Meanwhile, Howard is enthusiastically bouncing on Tony’s back, yelling, “Dad, Dad, wake up! Mom, he’s not waking up! Should we pour water on him?”

“Do not pour water on me,” Tony warns without lifting his head. “Or I’m canceling Christmas forever.”

“Like you could cancel Christmas,” Cora’s sarcastic drawl cuts through the chaos as she appears in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with her arms crossed. Your teenage daughter looks impossibly cool for someone who’s been up this early, her messy curls tucked into a Santa hat and an expression that screams she’s simultaneously over it and secretly enjoying the spectacle.

“Thank you, Cora,” you sigh, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and trying to sit up. Alex clings to you like a koala, making it a near-impossible task.

“Don’t thank me. I’m just here for the fallout,” she says, smirking as Howard accidentally knees Tony in the ribs while attempting a dramatic reenactment of Santa’s sleigh taking off.

“Why do we have so many kids?” Tony mutters, finally rolling onto his back and catching Howard mid-bounce. He pulls the boy into a mock wrestling hold, trapping him with a grin that matches Howard’s exactly. “You! You’re under arrest for excessive energy on a federal holiday.”

Howard dissolves into a fit of giggles, his squirming waking Estelle, who’s tucked away in her crib at the corner of the room. A sleepy whine signals her arrival to the party, and you groan, trying to extricate yourself from Alex’s grasp.

“I’ve got her,” you tell Tony, nudging Alex off you gently and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The chill of the hardwood floor makes you shiver, and you hurriedly scoop Estelle up before she can fully wake and start wailing.

“Mama,” she mumbles sleepily, her chubby fists clutching the neckline of your sleep shirt. You press a kiss to her unruly curls, swaying slightly to soothe her.

“She’s up!” Alex declares like it’s the most exciting development of the morning.

“No kidding,” Tony says, finally managing to sit up. He ruffles Howard’s hair, the boy now sprawled across his lap. “Cora, tell me you brought coffee.”

“Do I look like a barista?” she fires back, though there’s a twinkle of amusement in her dark eyes. “You’ve got two legs. Use them.”

“Three, technically,” Tony quips, pointing to Estelle perched on your hip. “But she’s not a coffee-fetching age yet. That’s a two-year-old skill, right?”

You roll your eyes, bouncing Estelle lightly as she starts to babble nonsense into your neck. “Do you want coffee or not?”

“Desperately,” he says, throwing off the covers and scooping Howard up in one smooth motion. The boy squeals, kicking his legs as Tony spins him around like a sack of potatoes. “Alright, troops! Let’s move this operation downstairs. Santa won’t wait forever.”

“Santa already came,” Cora corrects him with an exaggerated sigh, leading the charge out of the room with a nonchalant wave over her shoulder.

Tony gives you a sheepish grin as you follow her with Estelle, Alex trailing close behind. “At least she’s consistent,” he says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Merry Christmas, by the way.”

“Merry Christmas,” you reply, nudging him playfully. “And for the record, I’m blaming you for the chaos genes in all of them.”

“Fair,” he admits with a wink. “But you love me anyway.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately,” he echoes with a chuckle, as the sounds of your children’s laughter and excitement fill the house.

You follow the stampede of your children down the staircase, Estelle still snug in your arms. Her tiny hands tug at the collar of your shirt as she mumbles sleepily, “Downstairs. ‘Telle pancakes.”

Tony, close behind you, catches that and grins. “Hear that? She wants pancakes. Girl’s got excellent taste already.”

“Wonder where she gets it from,” you reply dryly, shifting Estelle to your other hip as you step into the open living room. The sight before you makes your breath catch for a moment: the massive tree glistening with twinkling lights, the piles of colorfully wrapped presents spilling out from underneath, and the faint scent of pine mingling with the lingering warmth of the fireplace.

“Whoa!” Alex exclaims, his eyes wide as he takes in the sheer number of gifts. He and Howard make a beeline for the tree, their hands already itching to tear into the wrapping paper.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you shout, setting Estelle down and hurrying to intercept the twins. You plant yourself in front of the tree, arms outstretched like a referee. “No presents until after breakfast.”

“That’s child cruelty,” Howard protests, folding his arms in exaggerated indignation.

“Yeah!” Alex echoes, pouting. “We’ll starve!”

“You just ate a mountain of cookies last night,” you remind them, narrowing your eyes playfully. “Pretty sure you’ll survive until pancakes.”

“They’re growing boys,” Tony chimes in from the kitchen, his voice teasing. “You’re stunting their emotional development.”

You shoot him a mock glare as he saunters over to the stovetop, already pulling out the griddle pan and the ingredients for his signature pancakes. “I’m about to stunt your emotional development if you don’t back me up on this.”

Tony smirks, cracking an egg into the bowl with one hand. “Relax, honey. Pancakes are coming up. No one’s opening anything until we all eat as a family,” he says, enunciating the last word like he’s laying down the law.

“Fine,” Howard grumbles, flopping onto the couch in defeat. Alex follows, though his gaze keeps darting longingly back toward the tree.

Cora rolls her eyes as she plops into an armchair, pulling her phone out of the pocket of her oversized pajama pants. “You guys are so dramatic. They’re just presents.”

“That’s because you’re too cool to get excited about gifts anymore,” Alex retorts, sticking his tongue out at her.

“I’m plenty excited,” she says, deadpan, without looking up from her screen.

Meanwhile, Estelle toddles over to you, her little hands reaching up to tug on the hem of your pajama pants. “Mama! I help pancakes?”

You crouch down, brushing her messy curls out of her face. “You want to help Daddy make pancakes?”

“Yesss!” she chirps, her eyes lighting up.

“Alright,” you say, scooping her up and carrying her into the kitchen. “You’re on pancake duty, little miss.”

Tony looks up as you set Estelle on a chair beside the counter. “Ah, my sous-chef has arrived!” He grabs a small plastic whisk from the drawer and hands it to her. “Alright, Estelle. Stir the batter like this, okay?” He demonstrates with exaggerated movements, which she copies with gleeful determination.

“Mix-mix-mix!” Estelle chants, splashing a bit of batter onto the counter. You grab a paper towel to clean it up, grinning at the sight of Tony encouraging her with a dramatic chef’s commentary.

“You’ve got a natural talent, kiddo,” he tells her. “I see a future in Michelin-starred pancake artistry.”

“She’s two,” you remind him, though you’re laughing.

“Never too early to start thinking about college,” he quips, flipping the first pancake onto a waiting plate with a flourish.

“Where’s mine?” Alex calls from the living room, earning a chorus of similar demands from Howard.

“Patience is a virtue, boys!” Tony shouts back, stacking another golden pancake onto the growing pile.

You glance at the table and start setting out plates, silverware, and glasses. Cora, noticing the motion, sets her phone aside and starts helping without being asked. It’s a small thing, but it warms your heart—she might act too cool for her siblings, but she’s always got a quiet way of pitching in when it counts.

“Alright!” Tony announces, carrying a platter of pancakes to the table. “Breakfast is served! Everyone take a seat.”

Chaos ensues as Alex and Howard sprint to the table, their earlier frustration forgotten. Estelle claps her hands excitedly, repeating, “Pancakes! Pancakes!” as you carry her over to her high chair.

As everyone settles in, Tony winks at you. “Nothing like a Christmas breakfast to get the day started.”

“You mean nothing like a Christmas breakfast to delay the madness of unwrapping gifts,” you reply with a smirk, passing Estelle a small plate with a cut-up pancake.

She picks up a piece with her tiny fingers and holds it up proudly. “Big pancake!”

“Yes, baby, it’s a big pancake,” you say, kissing the top of her head.

The table buzzes with chatter and laughter as the kids dig into their food. Tony keeps up a steady stream of banter, teasing Cora about her phone addiction and making the twins giggle with ridiculous stories about “Santa’s Pancake Factory.” Estelle insists on feeding you a sticky, syrup-drenched bite, which you accept with an exaggerated “Mmm!” that makes her giggle uncontrollably.

“Alright,” Tony says as he leans back in his chair, sipping his coffee. “Breakfast conquered. What’s next?”

You glance toward the living room, where the tree and its mountain of presents beckon. “I think we all know what’s next.”

The moment the last fork clatters onto a plate, the twins leap from their chairs and sprint toward the tree like they’ve been shot out of cannons. Alex dives headfirst into the mountain of gifts, with Howard hot on his heels, their excitement almost tangible.

“Wait!” you call out, rushing to catch up. “We need to take turns so we can all see what everyone gets. No free-for-all!”

“Yes, Mom,” Howard groans, dragging out the word as though it’s the most tedious rule in existence.

Tony strolls into the living room, scooping Estelle out of her high chair on the way and balancing her on his hip. “Listen to your mom, guys,” he says with a mock-serious tone. “Otherwise, Santa’s gonna find out and revoke your gift privileges for next year.”

The boys freeze mid-motion, wide-eyed, clearly weighing whether their dad is serious. You suppress a laugh, knowing full well they’ll believe anything remotely Santa-related for at least a few more years.

“Okay, fine,” Alex concedes, settling cross-legged on the floor.

Cora takes her time getting comfortable in the armchair, her ever-present air of teenage coolness intact. Still, there’s a flicker of anticipation in her expression as she surveys the pile of gifts.

“Alright, Estelle, you’re up first,” you announce, crouching by the tree to grab a small box with her name on it.

Tony sets her down on the rug, where she plops onto her diapered bottom and claps her hands. “Mine!”

“Yes, this one’s yours,” you say, handing it to her. “Go ahead.”

With a focus that’s almost comical, Estelle tugs at the wrapping paper, tearing off little strips until the box underneath is finally revealed. She gasps audibly as she lifts the lid, her tiny face lighting up when she sees the stuffed unicorn nestled inside.

“Corn! Mine corn!” she exclaims, hugging the plush toy tightly to her chest.

“Unicorn,” Tony corrects gently, crouching beside her. “And yes, it’s yours, sweet pea.”

She beams up at him, her joy so pure that it tugs at your heart. “Thank you, Dada!”

“You’re welcome, princess,” he says, ruffling her curls.

The boys go next, and the room erupts into cheers and shouts of delight as they tear through their gifts. Alex nearly loses his mind over the LEGO Star Wars Millennium Falcon set he’s been asking for, while Howard can’t contain his excitement when he unwraps the shiny new electric scooter he’s been dreaming about.

“Oh man, this is the best Christmas ever!” Alex declares, holding up a Nerf gun almost as big as he is.

“Don’t shoot your brother,” you warn as Howard eyes the same toy in his pile.

“No promises,” Tony murmurs under his breath, earning a swat on the arm from you.

Cora watches the chaos with an amused smirk, opening her gifts with a calmness that stands in stark contrast to her brothers’ whirlwind energy. Her eyes light up when she unwraps the vintage vinyl record player you and Tony picked out, and she can’t suppress a grin when she finds the stack of classic rock albums tucked beside it.

“You guys actually remembered,” she says, her tone betraying the faintest hint of gratitude.

“Of course we remembered,” Tony says, leaning casually against the back of the couch. “I’m not that old yet.”

“You’re ancient,” Cora fires back, though the smile on her face takes the sting out of her words.

Once the kids have opened all their gifts and are busy playing with their new treasures, Tony reaches for the neatly wrapped box you prepared for him. He shoots you a look that’s equal parts curiosity and mischief as he tears into the paper.

Inside, he finds a sleek, custom leather jacket embossed with the Stark Industries logo and subtle accents that reflect his personal style. His eyes widen in surprise, and a genuine smile spreads across his face.

“This is amazing,” he says, running a hand over the soft leather. “You’ve got good taste, Mrs. Stark.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you reply, grinning as he pulls you into a quick kiss.

“Your turn,” he says, handing you a small box with a perfectly tied bow.

You open it carefully, your heart skipping a beat as you reveal a delicate gold bracelet adorned with tiny charms representing each member of your family—a star for Tony, a heart for you, and four miniature initials for the kids.

“Oh, Tony,” you whisper, your voice catching slightly. “It’s beautiful.”

“Just like you,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Merry Christmas, honey.”

Before the moment can grow too sentimental, Cora clears her throat loudly. “Okay, this is gross. Can we move on?”

You laugh, wiping at the corner of your eye. “Fine, fine. What’s next?”

Without answering, Cora reaches under the tree, pulling out two small, sloppily wrapped gifts that you hadn’t noticed before. She holds them out, one in each hand, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

“These are…for you guys,” she says, glancing between you and Tony. “I got them with my own money, so they’re not, like, fancy or anything.”

For a moment, you’re stunned. Cora is notoriously tight-fisted with her allowance, and the thought of her spending it on something for you and Tony nearly undoes you.

“Sweetheart,” you say, your voice trembling slightly, “you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” she interrupts, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Just…open them before I change my mind.”

Tony takes one of the gifts while you take the other. The wrapping is haphazard, with too much tape in some places and too little in others, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You unwrap yours first, revealing a small, framed photo of the entire family taken during your summer vacation. The picture captures a rare, candid moment of pure joy, and your throat tightens as you trace your fingers over the glass.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Tony opens his next, revealing a simple black mug with bold white letters that read: World’s Okayest Dad. He bursts out laughing, holding it up for everyone to see.

“This,” he says, his voice shaking with mirth, “is the greatest mug in the history of mugs.”

Cora rolls her eyes, but there’s a flicker of pride in her expression. “Glad you like it.”

“Like it? I love it,” Tony says, setting the mug down and pulling her into a quick hug. “You’re the best, kid.”

You join the embrace, wrapping your arms around both of them. “Thank you, Cora. These are the best gifts we could’ve asked for.”

The boys glance over from where they’re playing with their new toys, looking momentarily confused by the group hug. Estelle toddles over and squeezes herself into the mix, her chubby arms wrapping around your leg.

“Family hug!” she declares, her voice bright and clear.

You look at Tony over the top of Cora’s head, your eyes meeting his in a silent exchange of love and gratitude. This, you realize, is what Christmas is all about—not the gifts, not the chaos, but the moments of connection that make your family feel whole.

“Alright,” Tony says after a moment, his voice a little hoarse. “Let’s not get too sappy. Who’s ready for round two of pancakes?”

“Me!” the boys shout in unison, and just like that, the room is alive with laughter again.

The afternoon sunlight streams through the living room windows as the kids scatter around the house, their post-gift-opening energy reaching chaotic levels. Estelle is napping in her crib, clutching her beloved new unicorn, while the boys are deeply engrossed in building the LEGO Millennium Falcon on the coffee table. Cora has disappeared into her usual spot on the armchair, headphones in, pretending to ignore her brothers while sneakily keeping an eye on them.

You’re nestled on the couch beside Tony, sipping hot cocoa and enjoying the rare moment of relative calm. He’s idly flipping through his phone, likely working on some project even though it’s Christmas. You nudge him with your elbow.

“No work today, remember?” you say, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just checking emails,” he protests, flashing you a quick grin. “Not technically work.”

Before you can reply, the doorbell rings, breaking the peace. Cora’s head pops up from behind her headphones, and she springs to her feet with an uncharacteristic level of enthusiasm.

“I’ll get it!” she calls, already halfway to the door.

Tony narrows his eyes, watching her dart down the hallway. “That was suspiciously quick. What’s she up to?”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you reply, though you can’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity yourself.

Tony sets his phone down and follows Cora at a leisurely pace, with you trailing after him. When you round the corner, you see Cora standing at the door, holding a neatly wrapped package handed to her by a delivery man. She thanks him quickly and tries to retreat toward the stairs, but Tony steps in front of her like a human barricade.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he says, crossing his arms. “What’s in the box?”

“Nothing,” Cora says a little too quickly, clutching the package to her chest. “It’s just…a thing.”

“A thing?” Tony echoes, raising an eyebrow. “A mysterious, suspicious thing?”

“Dad, come on,” she groans, trying to sidestep him. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Oh, but it is,” Tony insists, his playful tone belying the intense curiosity in his eyes. “You can’t just run off with a secret package on Christmas and expect me not to investigate.”

“Tony,” you say gently, though you’re equally intrigued. “Maybe we should let her—”

“No way,” he interrupts, looking more determined now. “Cora Stark, you unwrap that package right here, right now.”

Cora glances at you, her expression torn between exasperation and pleading. “Mom?”

You shrug, biting back a smile. “He’s not going to let it go.”

With a dramatic sigh, Cora slumps onto the nearest chair, placing the package on her lap. “Fine. But don’t freak out.”

Tony squats down in front of her, his eyes narrowing. “Why would I freak out? Should I be freaking out?”

Ignoring him, Cora carefully peels back the wrapping paper, revealing a simple white box. She hesitates for a moment before lifting the lid, revealing a small collection of thoughtful, handmade gifts—a beaded bracelet, a framed photo of the two of them at some school event, and a handwritten note.

“What is this?” Tony asks, frowning as he picks up the bracelet. “Did…did someone make this for you?”

Cora clears her throat, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. “It’s from Ryan.”

“Ryan?” Tony repeats, the name dripping with suspicion. “Who’s Ryan?”

“A boy from school,” she says, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “We’ve been…you know, kind of dating.”

“Dating?” Tony’s voice jumps an octave, and he stares at you like you’ve just betrayed him. “You knew about this?”

“I knew,” you admit calmly, trying not to laugh at his reaction. “She told me a couple of weeks ago.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” he exclaims, his hands flying up in mock outrage. “I’m her father! I should know these things!”

“Maybe because you’d act exactly like this,” Cora mutters under her breath.

Tony ignores her, turning back to you with a mock-wounded expression. “Unbelievable. My own wife, conspiring against me.”

“Tony,” you say, laying a hand on his shoulder, “she’s fifteen. This is normal.”

“Normal?” he repeats, as though the word offends him. “Do you know what teenage boys are like? I used to be one.”

“Exactly,” you counter, giving him a pointed look. “Which means you should trust that Cora knows what she’s doing.”

“She doesn’t,” he insists, gesturing wildly. “She’s a kid! She—wait, is this the guy who came to the science fair? The one with the glasses?”

“Yes,” Cora says, rolling her eyes. “And he’s really sweet. He made me that bracelet and wrote me that note, so can you stop acting like he’s a supervillain?”

Tony narrows his eyes, clearly still skeptical, and picks up the note. As he reads it, his expression softens ever so slightly. “Huh,” he mutters, grudgingly. “His handwriting’s pretty neat.”

“See?” Cora says, her exasperation giving way to a tentative smile. “He’s a good guy.”

Tony grumbles something under his breath before straightening up and looking at you. “What’s the protocol here? Do I have to meet him? Give him a lecture about respecting my daughter?”

“I already gave him the lecture,” Cora says quickly, standing up and gathering her gifts. “You can meet him later. Maybe. If you behave.”

Tony snorts. “If I behave? Kid, I invented behaving.”

“That’s a lie, and we all know it,” you interject, patting his arm. “Why don’t you just take this as a chance to prove you’re the cool dad?”

“I am the cool dad,” Tony grumbles, but he doesn’t stop Cora as she heads toward the stairs, her gifts clutched protectively in her arms.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, Tony collapses onto the couch dramatically, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not ready for this,” he declares, staring at the ceiling.

“She’s growing up,” you say, sitting beside him and leaning into his side. “It’s not a bad thing, Tony.”

“Yeah, but…a boyfriend?” He groans, rubbing his temples. “What happened to the days when her favorite person was me?”

“Those days haven’t gone away,” you assure him with a smile. “You’re just sharing the spotlight now.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Fine. But if this Ryan kid so much as looks at her wrong—”

“You’ll what? Challenge him to a duel?” you tease.

“Maybe,” he mutters, grinning despite himself. “Or I’ll make him sit through my entire TED Talk catalog.”

“That’s cruel and unusual punishment,” you say, laughing. “But it might work.”

Tony chuckles, pulling you closer as the chaos of the afternoon swirls around you. For all his bluster, you know he wouldn’t trade these moments—or this family—for anything in the world.

I'm such a sucker for family men if you haven't already noticed

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doodler16 · 21 days ago

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i cant even with the rumor limus raped alex brightman at his own table omg like tge way some fans talk about it makes me imagine that they watched it go down in person right in front of them while someone was holding their eyelids open and glued their feet to the floor while limus gave an evil laugh before she picked up brightman like a wii character and maniacally laughed while they went at it and the people watched in tears sobbing and crying while vivziepop was shaking her head wishing it to end

thats how dramatic some fans make it sound like and its even fucking funnier when they say they werent even at the con

The way you phrased the scenario Anon, got me cracking up 🤣. Let’s be realistic, if Limus was pissed at Alex and tried to rape him. No one would be standing around.

At least half/majority of the people in the line would attack Limus and then the police would come and arrest her. Alex and Limus would trend on Twitter and it be on the news too.

Then every Hazbin/Helluva Boss news reporter like Ayy Lmao would explain the situation on his youtube short.

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f1wags.official The grid has a new power couple! 💕 Lando Norris and Ishihara Kiko just made it official, and we’re here for the love story we didn’t see coming.

User 1 i’m actually crying, this is TOO cute 😭❤️.

user 2 right?! they’re literally perfect together 🥹

User 3 soft launch detectives, we WON! 👏✨

user 4 all those matching post finally make sense 😂.

User 5 Kiko is officially the Queen of the grid 🔥👑

user 6 manifesting cute paddock moments asap!"

#landonorris x minji #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris fic #kim minji #newjeans #minji fic

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hoghtastic · 22 days ago

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Hello, everyone! How are you? I've been following this blog for about a year and a half and I was very happy to have a place where we can talk about common topics. 😊 I've been wanting to tell you about something that happened to me in 2022 for a while now, which was somewhat tragicomic. I live in Brazil and I found out that Alex came here in 2019, a year before I became interested in Vikings (bad luck). Even so, at the time I couldn't go because of the distance and also because of my work schedule.

But in 2022, I found out about a post-pandemic event in Paris that would take place in November. I got organized, saved money, talked to my boss at the time and he authorized it (as long as I worked from Paris). That's when I booked flights and a hotel for just one weekend, the weekend of the event, and bought tickets for the meet and greet, plus an autograph session. 💃🏼

I was very excited and anxious, not knowing how I would manage at the airport and explain to immigration that I would be there for ONE weekend just for an event. I made a spreadsheet explaining my work schedule in Paris to my boss, I calculated everything correctly, including that I wouldn't be able to stay at the event until the end due to my work schedule. I also agreed not to post any photos, because no one at work should know that I was outside my country. But it was okay, even with all these restrictions I was happy. One week before my trip, my boss had a meeting with me to tell me that it wouldn't be possible to make the trip, because of the Black Friday work schedule, and that I would have to work on call. I explained all the schedules and alternatives, and even so it wasn't possible, because if my boss covered for me, I could lose my job. I canceled everything, EVERYTHING (and lost 80% of the money). I was sad, but I knew that I couldn't spoil my boss because of my "leisure". 😵‍💫

Well, it was expected that there would be a lot of contact from customers that weekend due to Black Friday sales, hence the on-call service. But no. Contrary to what was imagined, on those days, on the Friday of the trip and Saturday of the event, I did not deal with any cases. No one contacted me, because it was the World Cup season and everyone stopped to watch Brazil's game. As if that were not enough, on Friday my bank decided to block my card because a branch was closed. So I could not make transactions. I went to the bank to resolve the issue during my lunch break and nothing was done. Like in a movie scene, I left the bank frustrated, unable to resolve my problem, got into an Uber car and opened Instagram. He had just posted a story about arriving in Paris, at the same time and day that I would also be arriving. I cried silently the whole way, got home, went to the computer to work and cry, staring at the blank screen, with no work to be done.

Nowadays I laugh when I remember how dramatic that day was and that, sometimes, the universe gives us a lot of hints that we shouldn't insist on things that are already going wrong hahaha. And, reading this blog, I identify with many people who have also started to follow his career less often. Today I see how much he is involved in small productions and, yes, we are happy if he is happy like that. But recently Brazil achieved something incredible for our national cinema, when actress Fernanda Torres won the Golden Globe for best actress for the film "I'm Still Here". You have no idea how much of a celebration that was here, almost like winning a World Cup 🤣

And I was thinking about how cool it would be if Alex, with all his talent and effort to be an excellent actor, acted in bigger productions that could bring more recognition to Danish productions. I am sad that he has been so absent lately.

Well, that was my story. And I apologize if I got too carried away with these reflections. And also sorry for my English. I tried my best 😅

Kisses and have a good week! 😊

Hello, dear anon! 😃

Thank you so much for taking the time to share your story with us! 💖 I can’t imagine how sad and frustrated you might have felt back then! It truly was an unfortunate situation, even if today you can look at it from a different, more positive perspective. 😊

And also thank you for sharing your thoughts on Alex’s career direction and current absence. I personally agree with you!

Congratulations to Brazil on Fernanda Torres winning the Golden Globe! It’s always nice to see true talent being recognised! 😃

I wish you a wonderful week as well! And you’re always welcome to share everything you want here on the blog! 🥰

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wrathfulmercy · 11 months ago

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4. what genre do you primarily favour? 5. what are your top five fandoms to RP within? 6. what are you top five universes to RP within? 12. what was the first fandom that you roleplayed within? 19. who was the first faceclaim you remember using, who for (canon or original)? 20. what age range do you most enjoy playing? 22. what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching? 24. what faceclaim did you start off disliking, that you ended up enjoying or even playing? how did that come about? (non problematic, a personal preference) 25. what faceclaim did you start of loving, and now loathe? (non problematic, a personal preference)

Mun asks from here @wexarethewalkingxdead

4. what genre do you primarily favour?

Enemies to lovers, secret/forbidden relationships, slow burn, angst, horror. It has to hurt in a way and be dramatic :)

5. what are your top five fandoms to RP within?

TWD (even if i think the fandom itself is very toxic but that goes for most of them)

Game of Thrones / House of the Dragon

Peaky Blinders

Harry Potter

(Think I have no fifth one haha)

6. what are you top five universes to RP within?

Hmmm does that mean like the verses outside of fandoms? I hope so xD then…

Assassin

Mafia

Professor/teacher

Psychiatrist (for Alex)

Demon/dark wizard (for daemon and Tommy)

12. what was the first fandom that you roleplayed within?

Jrock fandom (back then everyone used faces of their favorite Japanese musicians which for me nowadays seems absolutely absurd xD how times can change)

19. who was the first faceclaim you remember using, who for (canon or original)?

Canon. It was Kyo from Dir en grey

20. what age range do you most enjoy playing?

Anything close to mine so around 30 but also beyond. I even like teenager stories sometimes when it connects to a story we write now

22. what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching?

Definitely the way how rp in general works now or on tumblr. I also looked into other platforms to rp but this one is my absolute favorite. I found friends here to ask about formatting, terms, promos, tags and how u use gifs or whatever. I love that and appreciate every help any of you ever gave me cause it made me feel immediately welcome ❤️

24. what faceclaim did you start off disliking, that you ended up enjoying or even playing? how did that come about? (non problematic, a personal preference)

Matt smith. Never cared about him. Never watched anything with him. But then I saw him as Daemon and was amazed. Which is super funny cause I hated daemons character the first two episodes but as soon as he was covered in blood like Rick, negan and Tommy (yes that’s a pattern here), me and my friends were immediately like “I have to write that one”. The same literally happened about Cillian first. Never watched anything on purpose, never cared and I’m not into history or politics either so I thought I would hate peaky blinders. But then I watched it and was so amazed by his role that I absolute adore him now. Both characters were recommended for me to write tbh cause I always was like “hmmm can I do it” but my friends were very supportive so I’m very glad about these ideas ❤️ cause yeah, Tommy and daemon fit so perfectly to me and Rick and negan. Make them feral, psychopaths and covered in blood and I’m in 🤣

25. what faceclaim did you start of loving, and now loathe? (non problematic, a personal preference)

Generally musicians or anyone besides actors. It’s a moral thing for me. Like in the past when I was younger I didn’t really see a problem with using real faces and personas for rps or fanfics, but now that I’m older I have so much respect for everyone famous and their privacy, that I make a clear cut between actors (cause they play roles and I write these roles they play not them as personal human beings) and everyone else cause a musician might have a stage persona, but it’s still them so I can’t write them cause it feels like I might be doing something uncomfortable for them if they would read it. I don’t know if that makes sense but I hope you know what I mean. Also in the past i wrote fanfics with anime characters, but I wouldn’t do that anymore cause I only feel connected to real humans and not animated figures anymore. I’m also generally very picky about faceclaims as well cause I need to have a certain connection to their real persona and support their morals to write them.

#ooc #mun answered #thanks for sending these ❤️

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nicoscheer · 2 years ago

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 god I love these dumb men so much

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Miles walking up to the mic and Alex like during the TLSP times 😭

The first time in 5 years that these two Grace a stage with their shared presence 🥹 but also how grown up and different they both look while still seeming like the exact same lovesick puppies that met all the way back in 2003

AND JUST YESTERDAY MILES’ GUITARIST POSTED THAT 505 WAS THEIR BAT/TURTEL SIGNAL AND TODAY THEYVARE PLAYING TIGETHER AHHHH sorry I gave up trying with grammar

When we got the info that Miles was present at the stadium I was already freaking out but this this is so much better (I felt like we were playing little illusion machine with ourselves)

Also we got confirmation that they hugged in the beginning and ended it with a kiss on the cheek by Miles

I saw somewhere during 17.06 when the yellow poster got published that someone was being delusional like yellow that’s the color of TLSP who’s in TLSP right Alex And Miles so so conclusion Miles is gonna be there, I mean it was a day too soon but still… being delusional paying off 🤣

Wearing brown leather jacket I love my guys but also please tell me he just quickly popped round to the store after the show for some booze or new cigs while they were celebrating together and didn’t just leave after the gig cause I couldn’t handle that

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How Miles keeps looking at Alex and Alex keeps pointing at Miles and Alex stimming at the end and Alex’s full scrunchy face smile when Miles walks up to him and Miles smirk and the mic and and and I’m unter rot irrevocably besotted, how Miles just seamlessly fits in with the boys

But also I’m really hoping for a video where we can see the cheek kiss that apparently happens after the lights went down

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With full introduction

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I love that we know Miles and Al +monkeys had a very long night cause he posted at around midnight to his story and then nothing for fourteen hours till around 2 pm when the next 505 clips came 🥃 🍸 🍻

Clip of Miles with Chef Tom Brown and Jay Forrester and other friends during Cornerstone, Miles singing along 🥹 (Tom’s restaurant name) god he seems so happy, Tom Farrell was there as well but on the other stadium side (he posted a story of two lads getting into a boxing match during do I wanna know😂) Miles’ manager rosie_skinner was also present, and I love how Miles didn’t just watch from the wings but enjoyed the concert with his friends from the seats (I’m imagining this is how he invited them: “you wanna go out tonight?” “Sure what did you have in mind?” “Wanna come watch me and my husband play our song in Emirates stadium?”) and he probably was given a setlist beforehand or some roadie was ordered to fetch him a few songs ahead to come backstage where his already tuned guitar was and then Miles was ready to go only waiting for Alex to call him onstage

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Somewhat able to see the crowd jumping In the Video

Also just me or does it seem like Miles got a fresh haircut :)

My day literally consisted of watching that HUG over and over again from every possible angle, I love them and their dramatic hugs like they haven’t seen each other barely two weeks ago that we are aware of, but really I need to receive a hug like that one that’s just I missed you and I’m gonna squeeze all my love into you right now, the kisses 🥹🥹 Miles just casually kissing Al’s neck and his cheek and nuzzling his neck again 🫶🏽 and Alex cradling his head I can’t

Via Miles insta how Alex literally tilts Miles head so he can have better access for the neck kiss and how his hand digs into Miles’ shoulder he literally clings onto him for dear life and tries to ground himself and find the strength for the remaining concert in that hug 🫠

A view at 505 from the wings and a quick Miles and Cookie hug and forehead kiss (also thank you Miles for that prime few of Jamie’s arse 🤣🫶🏽)

Miles’ evening summarized #coming on stage #slaying the guitar parts #kissing half the monkeys 💅 #leaving

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#I love how we are all losing our collective shit right now adore you all <3 #the lucky bastards that got tickets #I can’t wait for all the videos #I know exactly wait I’ll be doing tomorrow #watching every single clip I can find #I’m so far away from okay #Nono those aren’t tears that’s just sweat #I’m literally buzzing out of my skin with uncontained engery #we’re all just overwhelmed and running around like headless chickens #freaking out in a really cool way #I’m so scared for Glastonbury now #cause if miles isn’t there the fandom will commit ritual suicide #looking at what’s happening currently that’s literally gonna happen #please just let them be practicing #in case you haven’t noticed I have too many thoughts on this #but also how hot can Miles possibly look #I cannot cope right now #serotonin overload #really curious what Louise is gonna post about this night 🤣#refresh every few seconds to not miss anything #this is even better than the Scott Walker concert #but also scared shitless cause so many people said that Alex lost his voice a few times #baby doll please take a break and drink enough tea #gonna seek comfort in cozy blankets and movies now #also why does it look like Miles got a fresh fade just for the show :)#manifestation working wonders :)#Youtube #I made so many strange noises #none of the girlfriends posted anything while Miles’s friends are popping off on IG #London night 3; 18/06/2023

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amagicdoctor · 1 year ago

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Hello Mun, Archangel fan over here. Glad to hear from you again. Hope you doing alright

It's been two months since Dark X-Men started so my review so far on the run (2 issues in) is:

They really did my boy dirty. He had one line of dialogue before going down, without a fight, in the very first issue and got ditched by his whole squad while he was still bleeding on the floor (sounds harshly hyperbolic but there was a teenager right next to him whom they all had the time to take with them as they left). Now, the "Archangel gets mind-controlled after being kidnapped on a mission" plotline is nothing new but they at least follow up on in the very next issue so no time is wasted. I could see an improvement on his situation so I'm not so mad

Other than how they treated my fav, I'd say every other character is pretty much in-character? It's been forever since any mutant's been written this way so I'm genuinely happy. Havok (Alex Summers) still has the same characterization from Dark Web tho which is a bit disappointing because it was rather reductive of who he was. I get it tho, this run is very much a follow up on that event sadly so they can't really stray on what it established even if that wasn't a good story in the slightest

I like the concept because it's pretty much what the X-Men used to do/be : Rescuing mutants in need. Being dramatic. Having feuds. Not always seeing eye to eye. Interesting settings. I really missed that and with a team this messy and uncoordinated, those things were a given

The worldbuilding is really really interesting. So far, nothing contradicts what we knew about 616 during Krakoa and things only get deeper in the Fall of X setting with DXM. We get information on both mutants, Orchis, humans, allies and enemies, magic and technology. It's pretty extensive

I still raised a brow a few times while reading but seeing how fast paced everything is (only a few hours passed at best and everyone is always doing something) I can forgive that. It's their first missions on their first night and, again, they're naturally uncoordinated

There's a few mysteries here and there to be solved and I can't wait to see what's in store

It was way less graphic than I expected. I know it was advertised as a violent horror series (and it does deliver) but with everything Kitty Pryde has pulled in X-Men since Fall of X started, DXM looks... erm... tame in comparison? "Graphic violence" is a bit subjective of a description sure, however Kitty is more sadistic in her solo approach than 4 long established vilains (Zero, Emplate, Goblin Queen and Azazel) who have little to no limitations in the amount of chaos they are allowed to bring. So yea

Overall? Good read so far. It was more fun to me than Uncanny Spider-Man which just came out... That one left me more confused than anything (the exposition dump didn't help) and felt so disconnected from everything around it: I can't tell when it's supposed to take place in, be it for Spider-Man (who's currently bad after being stabbed with Norman Osborn's evil essence and still has bad rep with the FF and Avengers), or the whole Fall of X deal (there are solo mutant heroes and full on teams going around New York right now but no one contacted Kurt yet even tho his costume is that obvious?)

Hi!! This is a pretty good review and I have the same feelings. After reading Dark X-Men in one sitting I completely forgot Archangel was a thing, I'm so sorry but he really was that absent from the story. It WAS super weird they just left him when the next day Maddie went out of her way to save her trophy boyfriend but ok Marvel 🤣

I don't have any issues with Uncanny Spider-Man yet but I do agree if you at least look at it from the X-Men's storyline it IS disconnected. And not in a way where we get that Kurt is aloof on purpose, but the writing does not help link it to any other parts of the FOX storylines 😅. Dude is really just on his own

#text response #ask for admin #i still have to read illy's comics #but im surprisingly happy so far lol

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mrsbsmooth · 1 year ago

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Hi suzi! This is just some alt titles since I saw you were accepting some <3

- Slow and Heavy Wins the Race

- Maybe With You, Fast is Okay

- Fast Lanes To The Heart

- One More (wink wink)

- Time Is No Barrier With You

- Intoxicatingly Sweet Within Crumpled Sheets (I don't know it's long but I just wanted to put Intoxicating because thats how Alex describes mc in game lolol)

- Intoxicating (the word by itself could do too I'm just dramatic 🤣)

- Time is No Barrier to Fate

- Jumping In With You Feels Right

That's all I got for now but yeah these are some suggestions; sorry some of them kind of suck 😭

EXCEPT THESE ARE ALL AMAZING ?!?!??!?!

God if it wasn't for fic covers I would crowdsource all my fic titles, they either happen straight away or they take 3/4 of the total fic's development time to come up with and I still hate them.

I especially love 'Maybe with you, fast is okay' like AWWWWWWWWWWWWW hfejfsdafdshfjbkds I fricking love that?????

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eviltiddyprodnz · 2 years ago

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xo kitty : episode 5

I was sketchy on team friends with Dae but just let it be babe. you need someone who'll at least be around and also his contact photo for Yuri is the one where she's kissing him on the cheek and you never got to do that and that hurts my heart 😭✋

my sister getting an F oh it's bad for her

they're going to celebrate Chuseok together !!! honestly was so random (?) and weird without the brother angle. she's about to cook a massive feast 💀🙏

Minho is going to help her but he has still not managed to wiggle into my good side. Drag her sister kitty !

the way I've never read a wattapad story in my life but through internet osmosis i thought this was one of the random dream sequences because he was being nice and cooking. (technically it happens in stories after they've slept together but we move 😂)

Kitty needs to get fun new nails!!! blue is so :|

the teddy bear apron

lmao Minho when were you team kitty let me catch you

them being nice to each other is making me go 🫨

Yuri is being super nice for showing up to Dae's house but i once again beg what about kitty 😭😭😭

how do people cook with their hair open

damn Minho really needed a friend. he's just telling her everything 🤣

I'll let have kitty have the magic of finding the one despite that everyone she knows who's in love is still pretty young 💀

I hope she does not talk to him at the dinner table in front of other people 🙏 if there's one kdrama cliche I'm happy to avoid it's everyone finding out your business in public at the same time as you.

thankyou so much for coming everybody! even though all of you have happily ignored my girl till this point 😔 professor Lee has no family!? Not them zooming in on him when she said that

the way i can't even be mad at dae and yuri but i still feel a sting for kitty because i'm team kitty

Jesus fuck is she going to ruin Kitty's gift. NOT THE NECKLACE YURI NO

why can't kitty win once

damn alex might be professor Lee's son but was Lee there in 1993?

Someone get Kitty a lifeline when does she get to be happy

Minho called her Covey, I fear it's over for Dae (Yuri you will crumble, literally what was the reason)

I do not know in what world a guy was talking to other women makes you more interested but slay Lulu! You just gave Kitty a lifeline

get Kitty better shoes

Yuri is currently on my bad side

Oh for a solid second i thought alex was going to say i think you have a crush on me 💀 but slay he picked up context clues well 🙏

Yuri's mom buring a picture of her and Kitty's mom alone with a glass of champagne on a table with no one besides her as dramatic music plays what was Kitty's mom doing here 💀

Also I totally skipped the what happens this season after the first episode and went back to watch it. This might get interesting!!!

#xo kitty #written update #episode 5

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zepskies · 16 days ago

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Aw welcome back, Wayne!! 😘 I'm so happy to hear that you've been thinking of this series. 🥰 And I'm so excited to see what you thought of Part 2...

I'm so in love with their little bonding sessions. Being stuck inside a cabin and playing games? I want that 😍

Aww it's the little moments with Dean that I would so love -- along with just being snowed in, in a cabin with him. 😏

And lol it's gotta be so awkward for true mates when they're still strangers. I absolutely adored her thought process throughout 😆

Lolll YEP exactly. 😆 Like, realistically how do you broach that conversation with someone? I'm glad you liked that attempt to inject some realism there. 🤣

Love how Dean doesn't realize he's oversharing and that his whole childhood might not have been normal 😂

ahaha Dean got so into his story he didn't realize he was giving himself away there! Bit of a rookie move, but she's his literal soulmate, so he's probably a little distracted. 🤪

And oh God, all those journal entries 😭😭😭 I know they're from the OG journal, but it just rips my heart right out again rereading it 😢 Those portray John's despair and heartbreak way better than the show did...

Girl I had never read the official journal, and it hit me in the feels in just the same way. 😭 I had that exact same thought -- that they served to humanize John and explain why he became the way he was with the boys way better than the show did.

Ooooh, let's think about it, shall we? 😏 Her dad might have totally been snatched by something supernatural. Considering their location and how it happened in her memories, it might have been a Wendigo?? 🤔

Ooh you're red-hot! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Dude! Goosebumps! Wendigos scare the shit outta me 🙈 It's still why The Descent is the scariest movie for me. I die from a heart attack every time 😂 🫣

ooooh my God, I haven't seen The Descent, but if it's anything like the Wendigo episode, than I don't wanna know. 😭 Legit when I was first starting to watch SPN I had to take a break after that episode -- and it was only episode 2!! 😩

No! Alex!!!! YOU KNOW THIS IS WHY I HATE SNOOPING Girl, you're killing me here... 😆😆

LOLL I love that you referenced Smoke Eater -- it's those same vibes from Part 8, isn't it? I have a little less sympathy for the reader in this situation, but she is ultimately sorry for going through his private journal/invading his privacy to the nth degree. 😅

OMGG I LOVED that gif of the little polar bear. 🥹🥹 Took me right out with the cuteness lmao. I laughed so hard at all your commentary with the reader and her lack of bear knowledge. 😝

N'aw, I know it was necessary but poor bear – wrong place, wrong time for the fella 🥺💔

Aww I know, I felt bad for writing that part. Poor Ted. 😭😭

My heart is full 😭❤️❤️❤️ (Also, I doubt he can ever stand to let her go her own way after this lmao)

Ha! You're right about that one. I just love me some protective Alpha Dean. 😏

Huh. Never eaten bear before... Never even thought about it before lol Also seems like something the Shaws would've done 😂

Me either lmao, but I've read about people who actually hunt for a living who survive off bear, caribou, bison, etc. I imagine it's a hard way to live, but omg yeah I could see Ashton making his kids learn how to shoot, but them not wanting to shoot a bear or a deer. 😭

Omg I love that ending! Dean's finally coming around, and she's putting the puzzle pieces about her dad together. I wonder what Dean will do when he hears the full story? Would he go hunt the thing? Is it even still out there??? Questions upon questions... 🤔

Aw I'm glad! Yesss it's about time with him lol. Good thing all your questions there will be answered in Part 3...

So excited for the next part!! I'm loving this story and everything you've put in it, and the dynamic between them is amazing. So well done, friend 😍🩵🩵

Aw thank you so much, my friend!! I tried to balance the slower "getting to know you" parts with some of this actiony/dramatic stuff as they slowly grow closer. 🥰💜💜

Also, don't think I forgot about the last two chapters of Polaris. I'm so looking forward to diving into those chapters soon!! 😘

Against the Wind - Part 2

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: Thank you guys so much for all the amazing feedback on Part 1! Now, most of your theories and questions will be answered...

Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.8K

Tags/Warnings: Angst, and peril, the other kind of "hunting."

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Part 2: Seems Like Yesterday

“I’ll raise you 25,” you say, tossing five chocolate covered pretzels into the middle pile. It’s a risky bet, considering how much you lost in the last hand. Dean regards you with an amused, if critical eye while he holds his cards.

“Ooh, you’re bluffing,” he says. You pop your brows at him, a subtle smile tugging at your lips.

“You want to test that theory? Put your money where your mouth is,” you challenge.

He tilts his head at you with a raise of his own brows.

“Cheeky omega,” he mutters. His attention returns to his cards as he deliberates on his next move.

You attempt to be nonchalant as you glance down at your cards again. It’s a shitty hand, but he doesn’t need to know that. The alpha’s won the last two hands of Texas Hold ‘Em, but you did win the first one. Though you suspect he let you win.

You want to at least even the score before he resumes his work out in the shed. He spends most of his time there during the day, or making sure the firewood is stocked. It seems like he takes any excuse not to spend too much time in your presence.

More than anything, you want to ask him if he feels what you feel—the same tug in the pit of your stomach every time he’s nearby. You just haven’t found a way to broach that with him.

Hey, I know we just met like two minutes ago, but I think we’re supposed to be together. Do you feel it too?

You nearly roll your eyes at yourself. Yeah, that’ll go over well.

So you have to be content with mornings like this and in the evenings, where he lets you put on one of his records, and you two share dinner together, maybe another round of cards. Or you’ll read a book while lounging on the chaise, and he lays out on the couch, listening to his music with his eyes closed. You like watching him like that, with a relaxed, damn near peaceful set to his face.

Too often he holds that harder, stoic expression, or that divot between his brows that makes you want to soothe two of your fingers there; or better yet, lean in and press your lips—

“It’s your move,” Dean reminds you. He’s finally played his hand, but you were too distracted to hear what he said.

“What’d you do?” you ask, surveying the piles of cards.

“Call,” he repeats, popping a few pretzels into his mouth. He washes it down with beer and more barbeque chips. Those are worth $10 in this little fantasy betting. He points a finger towards you with the same hand that holds his beer, teasing, “You got all the lights on in there? Or am I boring you?”

You glance up at him, fighting a smile. “All right, keep your pants on. Let me see…”

As the dealer, he’s already turned over the River: the last card in the hand. It’s a 10 of Clubs, which means your One Pair is actually a Two Pair. It’s still not a great hand, but it’s decent enough to maybe let you get the best of your opponent.

After you go “all in,” Dean’s lips twitch at a smile, and he humors you, going all in as well. You’re on tenterhooks when he finally reveals his hand.

“Ooh, it ain’t a cheesy ‘90s sitcom, but it’s still…a Full House,” he brags as he lays out each card in a smooth line of overlapping cards, the mix of glossy red diamonds and black spades showing the truth. He won again.

You huff in defeat, your shoulders sinking in your seat at the kitchen table. You turn over your measly hand. Sweeping the winnings toward himself (a mound of chocolate covered pretzels, a stack of barbecue chips, and a handful of Oreos), Dean chuckles and tosses you a wink.

“Ah, don’t beat yourself up, sweetheart. I’ve been hustlin’ poker for a long time. Hell, I’ve been playing this game before I even knew my times tables,” he says as he collects the cards.

“That young?” you reply. “Who taught you?”

“My dad,” he says. “Oh, believe me, I used to get my ass kicked many a’ time, but by the time I turned sixteen, I was hustlin’ grown ass men in skeevy bars out of their daily paycheck.”

“You were hanging out in bars at sixteen?” you ask incredulously. There, Dean seems to realize he’s said too much. He becomes more guarded as he puts away the deck and cleans the crumbs off the table.

“My dad was always working. You could say I didn’t really have a curfew,” he says.

“A latchkey kid, huh?” you reply, hiding the way you’re trying so hard to glean any more hints of truth between his words.

“Heh, yeah.” He gets up from the table and tosses the breakfast dishes in the sink, then travels to the front door to don his jacket and boots.

“All right, I’ll be out back,” he says.

Out back, code for out in the shed. You nod, and in a flash, he’s shutting the door behind him.

You’ve learned another small tidbit about him, one that feels more important than it seems on the surface. And yet, it only elicits more questions you doubt he’ll be willing to answer so easily. He’s more than tight-lipped about his past, only giving vague outlines and general pictures.

Even his stories—like being raised up in a family of traveling mechanics, putting Nair in Sam’s shampoo when he was a kid, or the guy’s serious fear of clowns—feel like they’re missing some key details.

You decide to take up your crutches and head for your room. There you unearth the journal from its hiding place under your pillow. This time, you turn to the very beginning. Before all the jargon about mythology (and an odd footnote about a “Turducken Slammer”), there are actual journal entries. The first one dates back to November 6, 1983. The first line already captures your attention.

I buried my wife today. Even as I write that down, I don’t believe it. Last week we were a normal family…eating dinner, going to Dean’s T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changed… When I try to think back, get it all straight in my head…I feel like I’m going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes out. I’m wandering around, alone and lost and I can’t do anything.

This is Dean’s father, you realize. The more that you read, with no small amount of dismay, you also realize that this man is writing about his wife, Mary.

Dean’s mom…

He writes about their house burning with all their memories inside, along with Mary. Somehow, he saw her pinned bloody to the ceiling.

Along with these pages is a clipping from a news story:

House Fire Kills Mother of Two

Lawrence, Kansas.

You’re spellbound by it all. You keep reading.

November 13, 1983

…Most of our clothes and photos are ruined, even our safe—the safe with Mary’s old diaries, the boys’ savings bonds, what little jewelry we had…all gone. How could my house, my whole life, go up like that, so fast, so hot? How could my wife just burn up and disappear?

The police don’t believe his story, about how she died before the fire, about what he saw. So he tries to convince himself that what he saw wasn’t real. Still, he can’t find rest, and he worries about his sons’ safety.

December 4, 1983

I haven’t let them out of my sight since the fire. Dean still hardly talks. I try to make small talk, or ask him if he wants to throw the baseball around. Anything to make him feel like a normal kid again. He never budges from my side—or from his brother.

Every morning when I wake up, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night.

Sammy cries a lot, wanting his mom. I don’t know how to stop it, and part of me doesn’t want to. It breaks my heart to think that soon he won’t remember her at all.

You don’t realize you’re crying until a droplet lands on the page. You quickly wipe it away before it becomes a stain, and you dry it all the way with your breath before you move on to the next page, sniffling. Your heart hurts, even as your guilt grows. You know now that you’re really, truly invading Dean’s privacy by reading his father’s words. You just can’t stop yourself from turning the next page.

John becomes convinced that someone, or something, started the fire that destroyed his life and took his wife away from him and his sons. He leaves his job and the remnants of that world behind, to venture deeper into the darker one. But in that darkness, he finds truth.

He visits a psychic, Missouri, who leads him back to his house and senses the echoes of an evil presence—something that shakes her to the core, and John too: the creature that killed his wife.

December 20

…She told me that it was the most powerful, awful thing she’s ever come across.

On January 1, 1984, John makes a New Year’s resolution. He determines to find the answers himself.

A shiver runs down your spine. In John’s words, your heart breaks for Dean, but you also see yourself. You try not to think about why.

You keep flipping through the rest of the journal past January. There are translations of a Latin exorcism, and like you read before, strange drawing of evil looking creatures—as well as what they are, scraps of their history, and how to kill them.

Silver bullet to the heart, can’t withstand iron, salt and burn.

You pause on a certain page, more filled with lore than the rest, and a primitive drawing in the center.

WENDIGO

Cree: Evil that devours.

Wood spirit. Eats live flesh. Lives in forests.

Perfect hunter.

Your breath stills in your lungs as a cold sweat forms across your skin. The more you read, the faster your heart beats.

The crunch of dead leaves. Your father shouting at you to run, and keep running.

The coarse shout of a bear morphs into something other. It’s a sharper, whirring sound like wind howling amidst animalistic clicking, and then bones breaking—your father’s scream cut short. You turn around with your rifle in hand, poised to shoot blindly.

Your stomach churns as bile rises into your throat. You feel sick, and wrong, and you suddenly have the urge to throw the journal against the wall.

“Omega?” calls Dean’s sharp voice. “You okay?”

You jolt badly at the sudden noise. You didn’t hear him reenter the house. He likely caught the scent of your distress. He pushes the door of your room open to find you, but he stops short in the doorway. His surprise quickly morphs into a frown when he notices what you’re holding in your lap.

You gasp, freezing where you sit, but there’s no point in trying to cover up what you’ve done. With an angry purse of his lips, he reaches over and takes the journal from your hands.

“What the hell are you doing with this?” he demands.

“I’m…I’m sorry. I just—” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “I was just curious. I wanted to know more about you. I thought it was…a normal journal.”

“So this is how you go about it, huh? Got everything you wanted, Columbo?” he says, his sarcasm cutting into you. He flips through the journal to make sure all the pages are intact before he tucks the journal under his arm. “Seriously, going into somebody’s stuff? Who the hell raised you?”

At that, you begin to bristle.

“My dad,” you snap back. Though remembering the passages you’ve lived with for the past few hours, you soften with a painful twinge of sympathy in your heart.

“And it looks like yours raised you to be some kind of…well, what are you, a ghostbuster or something?” you ask.

His jaw locks. “Or something.”

With an exasperated sigh at his hedging, you swing your legs around the edge of the bed and haul yourself up with your crutches so you can at least match his stance (more or less).

“Dean, please, just talk to me,” you implore, gesturing at the journal tucked under his arm. “The things I read—”

“Are none of your goddamn business!” he growls, making the omega inside you cringe. The alpha’s voice is deep and sharp, and even though he isn’t crowding you, his height and broadness are still intimidating.

“The sooner you heal up, the sooner I can ship you back to where you belong,” he says. “Back to your life, so you can stop sticking your nose into mine.”

Your mouth actually falls open in shock. His vehement words feel almost as powerful as a physical blow, if to your soul. They make your arms tremble while holding yourself upright on your crutches. Hot tears well up in your eyes, though you try to blink them away. After a moment, you’re able to collect yourself enough to speak.

“I’m sorry for going through your stuff,” you say, in a quiet voice.

You hobble awkwardly past him out of the room. You don’t stop until you reach the front door, where your snow boots are. You manage to get them on by yourself so you can go outside and get some fresh air, not to mention some much needed distance from the alpha’s burning presence. You can still feel him trailing behind you. You hear his heavy boots.

“Where the hell are you going?” he grits out.

You hobble faster.

Dean watches you go out the door without a word in irritation, even though it triggers an alarm deep in his gut every time you leave the safety of the cabin.

The snow depth has lightened somewhat since the storm, but it’s still not easy to navigate on your crutches. You get some distance from the cabin, mindful not to go too far. You know you’re limited, and you didn’t even take a gun with you.

Finding a solid tree to lean on, you rest there and try in vain to stifle your tears. You know you were wrong for snooping, and he had a right to be mad, but did he really have to be such a freakin’ bear?

Fucking alphas. I swear.

You thought you were starting to connect with him, but clearly, Dean wants nothing to do with you. He wants you out of his life.

Does he not feel the same pull you feel to him? Does he really not realize…that he’s meant to be your mate?

You take in a shaky breath through your nose. If he does, apparently he doesn’t care.

Just then, you hear the crunch of snow nearby. Twigs snapping.

Your body stiffens with a terrible memory—of that day in the woods. Your breath comes out in short puffs on the cold air, your eyes wide as you listen closely.

Hearing nothing, you allow yourself to breathe a little easier. You venture a few paces forward and to the right, but you stop shy of how it slopes downward. Some unnamed feeling tells you to look over the edge.

You lean over and cast your gaze down the slope, but all you see is snow and trees down below. With a shaky breath, you lean back and look out to the north again. Plodding along the trail, heading towards you, is a bear.

Oh shit…

You remember Dean mentioning something about a bear passing by his cabin a couple of days before the storm. Looks like he’s back to make his rounds.

His fur is dark; from this distance, you can’t tell if it’s a black bear or a grizzly. It doesn’t make much difference when all you have on your person is a can of bear spray. His gait is massive, unhurried, but he lets out a braying sound when your gaze meets his, as if acknowledging you. He stops there for a moment, assessing. Your body locks up with fear.

The bear groans again, this time sharper. You finally snap out of your reverie and force your body to move slowly backward with your crutches spearing into the snow. The cabin isn’t that far, maybe thirty or forty yards at most. Still, the bear can probably beat you.

Instead of trying to run, you stand your ground and shout at the bear, hoping he’ll back off. Your voice dies in your throat when he rears up on his hind legs, with a loud roar. Trembling, you miss a step and get knocked back into the snow on your ass, your crunches falling out at your sides. You scramble inside your jacket for anything that might help you.

Bear spray!

You hurry to get the cap off with shaking hands, but before you can even aim, the creature’s heave paws thudding into the ground in front of you—a gunshot rings out and hits the animal in the chest.

The bear falters, then roars in pain and anger.

Two more shots finally bring it down to an even heavier thud, not far from your feet.

In this moment, these are the things you don’t know about Dean Winchester:

For one, the scent of an omega in distress always calls to an alpha’s protective instincts. But the scent of your abject fear feels like someone tried to rip his lungs out through his stomach.

Second, when he sees you there, your wide, shiny eyes filled with the remnants of panic, yet relief at the sight of him, it takes everything within him not to drop to his knees, grab you by the hair, sink his teeth into your neck and claim you, right there in the snow. Maybe then you’d start listening to him and stop taking your life into your hands.

Instead, his lips purse as he wracks his rifle and slings the strap of it over his shoulder. He stalks toward you and scoops you up, crutches and all. He brings you back to the cabin without a word.

His jaw is once again locked with silence and strain; he doesn’t trust himself to speak until he’s brought you inside and carried you over to the chaise. He sits beside you there and takes an inventory of you with his eyes.

“You okay?” he asks at last.

You manage to meet his gaze and give a little nod.

“Okay. Don’t move,” he says shortly. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, where he grabs a foldable set of knives and a cooler from under the sink.

You watch him in silence, and you realize he’s going back to gut the bear. You didn’t know that he actually hunted out here…well, hunted to eat. He continues to gather items in silence. It gets to a point where you can’t stand it, or his curtness, any longer.

“Thank you,” you say, halting his steps. Dean glances at you over his shoulder, then continues strapping up his supplies. He huffs in response.

“We’re gonna be eatin’ good for a while,” he says without looking at you.

His attitude both hurts you and aggravates you, so much that you refuse to take it anymore.

“Look, Dean. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have butted into your life,” you say. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes. Expelling a sharp sigh, you amend yourself. “I’m sorry for invading your privacy. I’m sorry about what you went through, and I’m…I’m sorry about your mom. I’m sorry for today. I’ll just…stay out of your way, and I’ll leave as soon as I can.”

Dean finally turns your way, but your lips tremble as you turn your face away from him and shut your eyes tightly against the salty burn of tears. Deep inside, his heart withers in his chest. He sighs and drops his supplies on the couch. He walks over with those heavy boots, and he sits on the edge of the chaise beside you. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually, he rests a warm, calloused hand on your arm and earns your tearful gaze.

“I’m sorry. I, uh…shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he says.

You sniff, quickly wiping away your embarrassing tears as they come. Your cheeks are hot with it.

“What is it you wanna know? About me,” he asks, surprising you that much more.

Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out. It takes you some time to think, but the first thing that comes to your mind is…

“Everything in that journal,” you say, licking your dry lips. “Is it real?”

Dean holds your gaze steadily. You know the truth without him having to say it, but he does.

“I was a hunter,” he says. “Those things you read about, I found ‘em. Killed ‘em. It was my job.”

“And now?” you ask, once that large bit of information has time to set into your brain.

His lips tug at a half smile. “Consider me…mostly retired.”

You exhale softly, and you nod. It earns a furrowed look from Dean.

“You don’t seem all that freaked out by this,” he says, with a more scrutinizing gaze on you.

“Should I be?” you say, with an unsteady laugh.

He raises his brows. “In my experience, yeah.”

You chew on the inside of your lip. You don’t know if you should even put into words what you’ve been holding onto for months. Like John, no one believed you. Even your own mother had started to look at you like you needed a shrink.

“Omega?” Dean presses. His green eyes are perceptive as they take in the conflicted look on your face. “There something you wanna tell me?”

You deliberate for a moment longer. Then, you release a sigh and glance down at your hands clenching in your lap.

“A few months ago, I lost my dad,” you begin.

Dean nods. “Yeah, you said—”

“I lost him in these woods,” you say.

That quiets the alpha.

You shake your head, and you find your words as the memories that have been haunting your nights return to you.

“Like I said, we used to go hiking here every year…”

AN: Just so you know, all of the journal entries appear in the official "John's Journal" SPN merch. 😉

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Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.

“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.

A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name louder, taking off in a run to find him.

You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.

Not for himself, but for you.

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UNLEASHED CHAPTER 3

(final chapter? You tell me. I can write one more if you'd like...)

Chapters 1 & 2 located below this one

Alex + Female Reader + Modern Ivar

This was supposed to be just a one-shot but the story has come alive for me (& for my friend) and the need to write more can't be ignored. Hope you enjoy this fuck fest! 🔥 This is just complete filth, at best! 🤣

Summary: You'd been busy between the responsibilities of work and school. When your classmate and friend, Alex, invited you for drinks with him and his friend, Ivar, you couldn't turn him down. You were a very sexual young lady afterall, so why not explore the possibilities? And now, it had turned into, what looked like was going to be, an entire weekend of "fun" you'd never even dreamed of.

Honestly, this is just smut with somewhat of a plot, inspired by a naughty conversation with a friend of mine. 😍 (You know who you are).

Warnings: Totally NSFW (Unprotected) Threesome, anal/pegging (male and female receiving), male to male contact and maybe more, strap-on use, just smutty, smut, smut and all that entails. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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You left a pool of wetness in the bathroom floor from your excitement of the two of them as you moved to get up. Exhausted, you decided to just crawl to them instead of bothering to try to walk. When you saw the look across their faces, you deliberately moved slower and seductively, smirking at them.

"Oh! Fu...Fuck me!" Ivar studdered as he leaned up and rested on his elbow so he could get a better look at you.

"Oh, I intend to, dear!" You stopped in place and sat up on your knees, legs spread wide so they could get the full picture of you.

Alex was now leaning up on his elbow, too, body facing Ivar's, as he watched you in anticipation.

You slipped your fingers into your mouth and then released them. You trailed your hand slowly down your body, stopping to squeeze your nipple. You looked them both in the eyes and bit your bottom lip as your hand traveled further down. "What do you want, boys?" you asked, and batted your eyes innocently.

Together, they both yelled out, "YOU!" They looked back at eachother and smiled. Alex licked his lips as Ivar ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face.

Never letting your eyes move from theirs, you slowly slipped two fingers inside yourself and gave a few pumps as you dramatically rolled your eyes back and breathed heavily and loudly enough that they could hear you. Your other hand squeezed and massaged your breast. "Oh, boys, look how wet you've already made me and you haven't even touched me yet. Oh God!" you moaned out. You pulled your fingers out and licked them slowly then put them completely in your mouth, sucking your wetness from them like savoring the taste of a lollipop.

"Get the fuck up here with us!" Ivar demanded.

"Now!" Alex finished his sentence with a growl. They both were flushed red and their faces glistened with sweat beads.

Ivar flashed that devilish grin of his to you and you just gave him one right back and answered, "Patience, patience." You slipped your fingers back inside your wet pussy and shoved them in and out of yourself roughly while your thumb tickled your clit. You began to moan a little more than necessary for effect. You were sure to keep your eyes on them, watching them squirm on the bed, as you slowly licked your lips. Your other hand continued to massage your breast and squeeze your nipples. "Ahhh fuck! You guys are so fucking hot. Your kissing did this to me! I want you to make me come! I want you to make me forget my fucking name!"

You began rocking a little with the movements of your fingers and your tits bounced up and down. Your head dropped backwards in sheer pleasure and your still damp hair fell back along with it. You screamed out their names, "Alex! Ivar!" as you pumped your hand even harder. "Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me!"

Ivar looked to Alex as if to see if he was going to answer your call. Alex smiled and motioned his hand toward you and shrugged.

"Awe, fuck this!" Ivar jumped off the bed with one swift movement. He was standing at your back in the blink of an eye. He leaned over and grabbed you up by your hips as you squealed with excitement. He wrapped his arms around your waist, as you held onto him, and sweeped you off of the floor, just high enough where your feet didn't touch. He walked you over to the bed and dropped you down, face first. "You want this dick? Hummm? I'll fucking give it to you, you little tease!" he grumbled behind you, slapping your ass. You smiled into the bed at the sting.

He grabbed his dick, which was amazingly hard again already, and tapped you on the ass with it. You answered him, "Yes! I want your dick, Ivar! Yes! Fuck me, please!"

He yanked you up to him and on your knees. Without warning, he slammed into you from behind with one hard thrust. Your body jolted forward and you yelled out in pleasure, "Oh, my God! Yes!"

As Alex watched your face contort, he exclaimed, "Awww hell!" and licked his lips. Preparing for the show, he propped the pillows up behind himself and laid back so he could comfortably watch, his hand immediately finding his dick.

Ivar didn't move for a minute. He let himself enjoy the feeling of your walls tightening around him. "Fuck, Y/N, your pussy is almost as tight as your ass! You're so fucking wet. You feel so damn good. Now, I want you to scream for Alex like you did for me a bit ago, love!" And he smacked your ass again as he began to pull back and then slam into you.

"Harder!" you yelled out and he slapped your ass harder this time as he pulled almost all the way out of you before thrusting into you again. "Harder, Ivar! Harder! Deeper! Spank me! Fuck me, hard! Ruin me, Ivar! Show me who owns this pussy! Make me come for you!"

Alex's eyes widened at your words. He grabbed a handful of the sheets beside him and his hand sped up on himself as your eyes locked with his.

Ivar slammed in and out of you with unbelievable power, his size stretching you more and more. "Naughty little one, aren't you, love? Such a dirty mouth." He bit his lip and holding your shoulders for momentum, repeatedly slammed into your pussy as hard and fast as he could. Your entire body was quivering and your insides felt like they were on fire. You weren't sure how long you'd be able to last.

With every pound, you bounced forward, but Ivar held you in place with his strong hands, never loosening his grip. He slapped you on your ass cheek again and you yelled out, "Oh! Alex!" obeying his earlier instructions. You were sure to keep your eyes on Alex as you yelled his name and he gave you a devious smile.

"That a girl! Do as your told. Scream for Alex. Scream, Y/N. Scream his name! Come for him!" and he rotated his hips into you this time, making you release sounds so high pitched you were sure the neighbor's dog went deaf.

When he did it a second time, you said his name in a near unintelligible growl. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you back toward him, forcefully. You grinned at the slight pain. "You forget to follow my instructions? Humm? It's not my name that you're supposed to say, now is it?" he asked as he licked up your neck, to your ear. He continued to pound into you but at an agonizingly slow pace. Brushing his lips lightly over your ear as he softly spoke, his breath hot and laced with lust, he began again. "So, what do I do to you? You're a naughty little one. You should be punished," and he nibbled on your ear making you squirm.

"Ch...choke me. Punish me, Ivar. Choke me!" you gasped.

He swallowed loudly in disbelief and ran his other hand over his face. "You sure?"

Trying to catch your breath, you answered, "Ya...Yes! Choke me! Please!"

He removed his hand from your hair. Tracing your curves down your side, barely touching you with the tips of his fingers, he placed his hand on your hip and gripped tightly. His seductive touch left you in chills. He reached around you with his other hand and immediately began slowly stroking your clit. You hissed, your back arched as if it had a mind of it's own and your head fell back onto his shoulder. He gave you light, wet kisses up and down your neck. He contined to slowly fuck up into you while his fingers worked on your clit. He then slowly trailed his hand up your body, stopping to give your tits some attention. He massaged each one before moving futher up.

His hand wrapped around your neck and he saw the corner of your mouth turn up into a smile. He moved his other hand from your hip to take it's turn on your clit. He began to squeeze around your neck a little and you gasped, grabbing your tits between your hands and squeezing them together. You let out a long sigh in complete elation so he squeezed just a little harder around your neck and sped up his fingers on your clit. Your entire body bucked.

Alex could watch no longer. The sight he saw was just too much. Ivar's mouth suckng and licking on your neck while you sat on your knees with Ivar thrusting inside you from behind with one hand working on your pussy and the other choking you. It was too much for him to simply sit back and merely watch. Fuck that. He was in front of you before either of you had even noticed. He wanted to, no, needed to also participate.

He quickly took your breasts into his mouth and hand, sucking one nipple and pinching the other one between his fingers. You gasped and Ivar quickly loosened his grip around your throat and asked into your ear, "Are you ok, love?"

"Ye..ummm yes. Don't stop," you panted. It was then that he noticed Alex in front of you and he smiled as he began to lightly choke you again. He nibbled your ear then on to your neck and down to your shoulder. You felt the heat within you rising and your walls tightened around him. He reveled in the feeling and fucked up into you even harder. You yelled out, "ALEX!" and Ivar grinned at you following his instructions.

"There you go. Scream his name. You going to come for us, Y/N? Humm? Like a good girl? Scream!"

Your hands found Alex's head and one tangled in his hair as you cried out his name again. He smiled and peppered kisses all over your chest and stomach while you squirmed and twitched between him and Ivar. One hand remained on your breast, kneading it and sending shocks throughout your body while the other found it's way atop Ivar's, still circling on your clit.

Looking over your shoulder, down at him, Ivar's eyes widened as Alex simply squeezed his hand and glanced up at him in between sucking your nipple. You felt Ivar's fingers studder for a moment before vigorously moving on you again.

Alex trailed his kisses up the opposite side of your neck from Ivar. He licked and sucked your neck sending chills down your spine as Ivar squeezed your throat and bit into the flesh of your neck. The contrast of the two of them was, again, too much for you. Your back arched and you began to squeal as Alex's lips found yours. He kissed you deeply and passionately and Ivar continued to relentlessly pound you.

As your walls clinched, Ivar moaned deeply and you felt his body stiffen. Within seconds, you screamed into Alex's mouth as he slowly moved away from your lips, "Ohhh fuck! I'm com...ohhh!" You couldn't complete your sentence. Your high was too great. You came so hard, you felt it running down your legs.

Breathing heavily, Ivar thrusted once more and he followed your high. He let go of your throat and grabbed your shoulder tightly as he came into you, yelling out your name. You smiled with pride.

He slowly came to a stop and slumped over onto you, still inside you. You were too weak to support his weight and you fell forward, into Alex, knocking him backwards onto the bed. The three of you hit the bed together, one on top of the other. "Fuck! Why am I always on the bottom?" Alex yelled out from beneath you. You all laughed.

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"You ok, love?" Ivar asked as he reached his hand to Alex's cheek. Alex didn't answer but just stared at him.

Ivar rolled off of you and you landed on the bed, leaving you between the two of them. You all remained that way for a few minutes, catching your breath. "That was so fucking hot!" you exclaimed. They both chuckled and agreed with you. "One of you guys want to switch places with me?" you asked.

"Why the fuck would we want to do that?" Ivar answered.

"Well, um.. I just thought you guys would want to lay together," you answered, questioning them both.

They remained silent and both stared back at you. "Ok, guys. What the hell? Someone needs to fill me in. What did I miss?" Nothing. "Hello? I'm waiting." Crickets, still.

Finally, "Well, umm Y/N, umm well, we aren't...ummm " Alex tried to begin. Confused, you looked to Ivar for an explanation.

"Fuck! What he's trying to say is we aren't together. We're just friends. I mean, um, well, he's my best friend, but yeah, that's it." Ivar quickly answered you and looked away, gritting his teeth together.

You wanted to giggle because surely he was just fucking with you but the tension in the air told you otherwise. "Oh, shit! Are you serious?" You couldn't help yourself and anyway, subtlety wasn't your strong suit. "I've thought all night you guys were a thing, a couple, friends with benefits at the least. No?"

They both shook their heads no. You stared in complete disbelief before finally saying, "I'm sorry, but you have to be shitting me! You're in denial! Trust me, friends do not kiss eachother like that. With so much passion. With such chemistry." Ivar traced his lips with the tips of his fingers again at the memory of Alex's kiss on them and you saw. "See? That's what I mean," you said, knowing exactly what he was doing. He blushed.

Alex answered you this time, "Seriously, Y/N, we're just best friends. That was the first time we've ever done anything like that."

"Well, it obviously shouldn't be the last," you responded.

Ivar's curiosity taking over, he looked back over at you, "Why do you say that?"

"Well, besides the fact that it's seriously hot as fuck, the two of you looked so happy and comfortable. You shouldn't deprive yourself from something like that just because of what you think is expected of you."

"But, umm I'm.. I'm not gay," Ivar quickly responded.

"Obviously. You sure as hell didn't fuck me like you're gay either," you laughed, "but it doesn't have to mean you're gay, Ivar. We like what we like. We love who we love. Maybe you like men and women. Maybe there's just something about Alex specifically, and you'd never do anything with any other man. I mean, look at him," and you pinched his cheeks as he blushed. "What's not to love? Or maybe it's because you guys are so close and you feel comfortable with him so it comes naturally. Either way, just do what makes you happy and try to stay out of your head. If it feels right, then trust yourself. It's beautiful. It doesn't have to have a label," you said as you moved hair away from his face.

He grabbed your hand and held it at his face for a moment, planting a kiss in your palm, as he took in what you'd said. "Thank you, Y/N. That's all a way bigger help than you could possibly know." You smiled sweetly at him and he blushed even more.

You raised up to sit on your knees, facing the two of them, as they remained laying on their backs. This way you could see them both at the same time and they could also see eachother. You looked over to Alex, who seemed lost in his thoughts. "Alex? You ok?" you asked.

"I.. umm" he glanced over at Ivar who seemed to be waiting for his answer as well, "I can't believe I'm actually going to say this but umm I think I'm just going to be honest here." He turned to his side and propped up on his elbow, facing Ivar, and laid his other hand out on the bed half way to Ivar, in front of you. "All I know is well, umm, this," and he motioned back and forth between he and Ivar, "this just feels right. I've never felt like this with anyone before and umm, especially not a friend, a male friend at that. I didn't know I even did with you, Ivar, but umm, yeah, I don't know what it is but our connection is strong. I know you felt it, too, but I'm sorry. I know this is all way too weird and I hope you'll still remain my friend." He swallowed deeply and dropped his head, embarrassed.

You sat quietly and wondered if you should give them some space. When you went to slide backwards, Ivar, as if reading your mind, placed his hand on your knee and said softly, "Stay." So you did.

Ivar removed his hand from you and placed it on top of Alex's who looked up at him in surprise. Ivar moved in a little closer to Alex and, in a near whisper, told him, "Don't be sorry. I'll always remain your friend." Alex's heart rate sped up as Ivar looked him in the eyes and moved his hand from Alex's and placed it at the back of his neck. He tilted Alex's head toward him, just a bit closer, and leaned in and gave him a tender kiss on the lips. He pulled back to look at Alex, his face flushed and heart pounding. "And fuck it, who knows, perhaps more," he smiled shyly. He rubbed the back of Alex's neck and watched him shiver. Of all places, he never thought he'd be here, in this moment, with Alex. He dropped his hand back to Alex's and laid back on the pillow. "What a night!" he chuckled.

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Alex still stared at Ivar, eyes widened, in a bit of shock, while he tried to slow his breathing.

You watched them to see if there would be more before finally saying, "Oh what a night, indeed! I'm exhausted, guys, but there's one thing we've forgotten." You instructed Ivar to turn to your nightstand beside him and give you the gift bag inside the drawer. He did as requested.

"Should we be worried?" Ivar mused, curiosity taking over as he sat forward and scooted back against the headboard of the bed, Alex following suit.

"Definitely not," you answered, pulling a box and two small bottles from the bag.

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You looked at their curious faces and smiled as you removed the contents from the box. Pulling everything out, you said, "So who is my lucky victim?"

They looked at eachother and then back to your hands, quizzically. There, you held a black strap-on penis with small ridges around it that had a small, hot pink "bunny ears" attached to it, just behind the penis. Both of their eyes widened. Alex leaned forward, raised his hand toward it, and asked, "May I?"

"Yes, you can touch it," you answered him while Ivar just watched.

"Wow! This feels almost real. What great quality!" he laughed. "What is this?" Alex asked as he touched the hot pink part.

"Well, that's the bunny ears. Yes, MY dick has bunny ears. They're for my pleasure, you see," you laughed. "It vibrates with the motion of my hips."

"Holy fuck," Ivar said under his breath.

"Yeah. What he said," Alex said as he leaned back to his spot against the headboard.

"Well, like I said earlier, I've never used it before...but, ummm if one of you were willing, I'd sure like to try it out with you tonight."

"What are the little bottles for?" Ivar asked, as his eyes slowly moved over the strap-on as if maybe considering your offer.

"This one is edible lube and this one is like a muscle relaxer or dialator, if you will."

"Dialator? That exists?" Ivar was suddenly more focused than you'd expected.

"Yes, it's used to help your muscles relax and dialate you so things are more pleasurable for you," you answered, feeling yourself getting moist just at the thought of one of them actually saying yes to your longtime dream of fucking a man with a strap-on.

Alex chimed in, "And you say edible lube. You mean, like you can actually eat it?"

"Well, yes. I'm sure it isn't meant for you to just squeeze from the bottle," you laughed, "but it's strawberry flavored and actually tastes quite nice," you felt your face grow hot as you dropped your head, eyes focused on your hands, beginning to fidget with the bottle.

Ivar placed his hand under your chin and gently tilted your head back up, looking straight into you eyes. You blushed even more. "Hey, it's ok, Y/N. Remember what you just said to me? There's no reason to feel embarrassed. Definitely not here. Not with us. You like what you like. Remember?" He smiled sweetly, his fierce eyes piercing yours, and your heart began to race. You nodded your head. "And you'd like to be the one to dominate. Am I right?" He continued.

You swore your heart stopped. "Umm yes," you gulped.

"That's hot as fuck, Y/N. And..." he hesitated, "If it's anything even remotely close to how the tip of your finger felt, ummm, I, uh I imagine it would uh, well, drive me fucking wild," he said in a silky voice, his eyes fluttering back to Alex.

Alex's heartbeat sped up, his dick twitched and he hoped neither of them noticed. He could feel his hands sweating. He didn't say a word but just waited for whatever was to come next.

"Does that mean you'll let me try it, Ivar?" you asked, shocked at the true possibility now. "We don't have to if you don't want."

Ivar answered quickly, "Umm. I think, ummm, yes,.... as long as we can definitely use your lube and relaxers." He really couldn't believe his own words. "And if I can face you. I don't want my first time like this to be with my face buried in the pillows. I want to see you...and, ummm will you promise to be gentle?"

"Of course," you smiled, "until you ask for more, that is." You couldn't hide you grin. You were surprised. As much as you wanted to do this and as serious as you'd been back at the bar, you hadn't really thought either of them would take you up on it, especially not Ivar, who was seemingly the one who was more reserved.

You gave him two tablets from one of the bottles. He quickly took them with his drink that sat on the nightstand beside the bed. "Now, we just give it time to take effect," you said, laying back down between the two of them.

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You looked over to Alex, who placed his arm around your waist, and snuggled into your side. He was clearly deep in thought.

Taking cue from Alex, Ivar placed his arm around your waist as well and snuggled into you on your other side, his arm resting on Alex's. You knew at that very moment, this was a sandwich you would never get tired of and you chuckled softly to yourself.

As Alex laid there and took in everything he'd heard and witnessed, he was utterly shocked and surprised that Ivar had agreed to do anything like this at all. And he would be lieing if he said he wasn't even a bit disappointed. He'd expected to be the one you tried out your new toy on.

Of all the years he had known Ivar, he couldn't think of one single time that Ivar had been submissive in any way, in any aspect of his life. Ivar was always very strong and assertive, the type that when he spoke, people listened. Alex realized that this was one of the things he found most attractive about him. He always commanded an audience and got what he wanted easily and if not, intimidation was never a problem for him. Alex had never seen a time when Ivar had willingly given up control. This was something new for him to witness and while yes, he was extremely excited and curious about it, he also wondered what it was about you that made Ivar seem so different, so quiet, shy, vulnerable even. Whatever it was had made Alex see a different side to Iavr. A side he really liked and he couldn't hide how turned on he was by it.

"Down boy," you said softly to Alex, rubbing your hand across his now, hardening member, "All in due time." You smiled, turned to him and kissed his plump lips.

Ivar sat up, "I need a drink." He poured himself more liquor and chugged it down in seconds and poured another.

You placed your hand on his and he stared deep into your eyes again, "Don't be nervous, Ivar. You'll be in control. If you need me to stop, just tell me. If I do anything you don't like, just tell me. This is about you and your comfort, ok?"

He nodded and turned up the next glass. "Let's get this party started." He sat the glass back down and laid back.

"Here goes nothing," you raised your eyebrows and gave him a smile as you grabbed the lube. "Turn over to you stomach."

"Fuck!" He snarled at you, "I said I wanted to face..."

You cut him off, "You will face me, Ivar. We haven't gotten that far yet. Just trust me. Now, turn over!"

He gave you a provocative stare that made you want to just fuck his brains out right then but you watched as he reluctively turned to his stomach. He tucked his hands under his cheek and waited.

You squeezed lube into your hand. "Spread 'em, boy," you told Ivar as you tapped his legs. He spread them apart and you scooted between them, adjusting yourself comfortably just above his ass. You grabbed one ass cheek, reveling in the feel of it in your hand. You pulled it back and swiped the lube around Ivar's opening. He moaned and clinched his cheeks together. "Relax," you said softly.

You circled your finger around his hole, adding more lube. Alex had raised up to watch you now. You smiled and winked at him as you lowered your face to Ivar's ass. "Oh fuck!" Alex said, grabbing his dick in his hand. You breathed heavily in between Ivar's butt cheeks before sticking your tongue out. He squirmed and you heard a small groan escape his lips.

Looking up at Alex, who was intently watching you, you licked up the crack of Ivar's ass. Ivar's groaning got louder. You began to lick faster, circling his hole. You dipped your tongue in and Ivar yelled out in a raspy voice, "Y/N! Oh my God! Y/N!"

He squirmed beneath you and wailed in pleasure as you continued circling in an even faster rhythm. You slowly slipped the tip of your finger into him and asked, "How does that feel, Ivar?"

"Umm humm," was all he could manage to answer.

Alex was stroking himself with one hand as his other landed on your head. He rubbed your head and then slowly dropped his hand to Ivar's ass and squeezed. He looked back at Ivar who was trying to watch him. Between gasps, Ivar managed to say, "Y/N, I need to turn over now. I have to see the two of you."

You sat back so he could roll over. His face was flushed bright red and his chest was heaving. He moved his hair from his face that had been stuck there from his sweat. He looked down at you sheepishly. "Are you ok?" you asked.

"Oh hell yeah!" He panted.

Looking at his hungry eyes, you bravely asked, "Uh, Ivar? Would you be willing to let Alex help me out here?"

He looked a bit panicked. "What? How do you mean?"

Immediately understanding what he thought, you answered, "No, not like that. I just mean, umm, well, if he wants to, can Alex ummm, can he touch you?" You looked at Alex who seemed all too willing and continued, "With his hands? ..and umm his mouth?" Now it was your turn to give that devilish grin.

"Fuck yeah!" Ivar answered and then feeling he may have answered a little too quickly, followed up with, "I mean, if he wants to."

You looked over to Alex and he eagerly shook his head yes. "What, umm, what do I do?" He asked nervously.

"Whatever feels right." You looked back to Ivar and told him, "Relax."

He laughed, "Yeah, right."

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You had him lay on a pillow to prop him up some and then spread his legs. Alex placed his hand on Ivar's knee and you asked him to hold it there as you lowered your head to Ivar again. You blew hot air softly over his erect cock and his entire body twitched. You grazed his balls with your tongue before going back to ass. He bucked as he moaned out your name again. He screwed his eyes shut as his back arched, leaving his hole readily available to your tongue. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets on each side of himself as you began to lick and suck on him. He squirmed and then whimpered, "Oh my God, Alex!" His eyes sprung open at his words and his body tensed. He and Alex locked stares and Ivar's heart began to race even faster.

Beginning to rub Ivar's leg softly, Alex's hand traveled lower from his knee, his fingertips lightly touching him. The hair on Ivar's legs stood straight out. As Alex watched Ivar intently, he slowly leaned down and kissed him on the inside of his knee. When Ivar gasped, Alex continued his kisses lower down his leg. He took small nibbles and then caressed them with his tongue, revealing a higher pitched noise from Ivar than either of them had ever heard from him. Never had Ivar felt more sensual kisses and these were just on his leg.

While Alex worked his magic, you slipped one finger into Ivar halfway. He jolted and groaned breathlessly, "More!" You slowly pressed your finger futher into him as your tongue continued licking him. He was on a high he'd never before felt. As Alex got closer to you, he turned to you and bit your ear. You flinched and turned to him and he kissed you before returning to the inside of Ivar's inner thigh.

You began kissing up his other inner thigh while you slowly finger fucked him. With one hand grabbing his dick and the other still gripping the sheets, he moaned out between heavy breaths, "Suck it! One of you! Now! Suck my dick!" Alex looked at you and you motioned toward Ivar and nodded. "Now, dammit! I can't fucking take it any more!" Ivar demanded.

Unsure of himself, Alex grabbed Ivar's dick into his hand. Ivar's eyes widened and he stopped breathing for a second. His heart began to race with anticipation as his brain tried to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

Alex slowly stroked his hand up Ivar's dick and then back down. He looked into Ivar's eyes before repeating the motion, seeing nothing but desire. Ivar's dick throbbed in Alex's hand as he pumped it up and down, now faster than before. Ivar's chest was heaving, and his hand reached for Alex's head. He gently pushed it down, toward his rock-hard dick. "Fuck! Do it, Alex!" he whined, trying desperately to sound demanding but severely failing.

You'd used this time to strap the strap-on around you. You were sure to put the lubrication all over it as well as a bit more on Ivar for good measure. You moved your body closer and sitting on your knees, positioned the strap-on at Ivar's entrance just after positioning the bunny ears at your clit. "Are you ready, Ivar?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" he yelled out, his voice cracking.

You waited a minute, noticing Alex's movements. He stuck his tongue out and licked over the head of Ivar's cock. Ivar yelped out non recognizable words. Alex slowly sucked Ivar into his mouth, twirling his tongue around him. An intense wave of undeniable pleasure surged through Ivar's veins as he intertwined his hand in Alex's hair. He gently pressed on the back of Alex's head, urging him to continue on. He groaned and moaned as Alex took him into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down on him. He sucked and tugged on Ivar with his mouth and tongue in the way just like he loved to have done to him. He pulled almost off of Ivar only to sink back down on him with one, quick motion. Ivar nearly jolted him off of the bed.

Alex still had one hand around the base of Ivar's dick and he placed the other on Ivar's chest, just over his heart. He could feel his heart pounding and set the pace of his bobbing up and down to it.

You weren't sure Ivar even remembered that you were in the room at this point as you asked, "You ready for me now, babe?"

He grunted, "YES!"

You slowly pushed the tip of your hard, rubber dick into Ivar. He let out a gasp and wailed, "Awww fuck!" Alex continued sucking him, only imagining how it must feel as Ivar tightened his grip in Alex's hair.

Alex's heart was now racing just as hard and fast as Ivar's. He was extremely surprised at how natural this all felt to him and the more Ivar squirmed and moaned, the more proud Alex felt, knowing it was because of him, well, partly anyway.

After giving Ivar a minute to adjust, you asked, "You want more or is this far enough for you?"

Ivar mumbled, unable to keep a steady voice, "Mo...more. I...I want more. Slowly."

And you understood exactly what he meant. You put more lube around your dick and Ivar jerked when he felt some of it run down onto him. You slowly seeped deeper into him and he squealed. Alex caressed his chest while continuing to suck him harder as you went deeper, still. You stopped moving, trying to give him a chance for his body to adjust. His breathing was irratic, his chest had beads of sweat running down it as it rose and fell violently, and his hand looked like it was going to dig a hole into your mattress. His eyes were clinched shut and his whole face was contorted, in which you weren't sure if in pleasure or in anguish. "Ivar? You ok?"

"Yes!" he yelled out again, "Oh God, yes! Don't stop, Y/N."

You couldn't hide your smile. How you loved knowing this was all because of you, with Alex's help, of course!

You slowly started to rock your body back and forth, gently sliding almost out of Ivar and then back in. His breathing was more labored. You asked, "Is this good? You need me to slow the pace? Speak to me, Ivar."

"Ummmm," he panted, "Ummm, fuck me, Y/N! Just, fuck me! Hard! I can take it! It's a good pain. Fuck me!"

You were surprised he showed no apprehension at all. It excited you even more. With that, you began exactly as he wanted. You pulled almost completely out of him, hesitated until he opened his eyes and looked up at you, and then you slammed back into him. Hard. Just like he wanted. Just like you'd fantisized about. Fucking him just like he commanded.

He let out an almost animalistic roar and then licked his lips, clearly wanting more. Never breaking eye contact with him, you gave him what his eyes were begging for and slammed into him again. As he moaned in complete elation, you let out a gasp of your own, enjoying the bunny ears with each thrust, yes, but more so because of the power you possessed over him. The control you had over his body and his pleasure as he submitted to you was nothing short of intoxicating. This was your own personal high.

Before you knew it, you were pounding into him in a hard, quick rhythm that Alex seemed to be keeping up with. Ivar was complete puddy underneath you as you leaned forward, placing one hand on his chest and the other on Alex's back for balance.

Your entire body burned with desire with each stroke in and out of Ivar. The look across his face, the pleasure in his eyes, the redness that had spread across his chest as he took in his deep breaths made your heart pound faster and your wet pussy clinch together.

Watching Ivar wiggle and squirm as Alex gave him head, with what could only be called an expert tongue and mouth, while you fucked him into oblivion was one of the most erotic things you'd ever seen.

Ivar couldn't believe how the immensely intense pain he was feeling could also feel so damn amazing at the same time. He'd never known anything like it before but knew it was because he was so damn sadistic. He reached his hand up and placed it on your breast and began to massage it. His head tilted back into the pillow and his back arched as he let out a string of cuss words. His entire body stiffened and tensed up.

"That's it, babe. Let it go. Come for me. Come for Alex," You encouraged him. "Show me you like how I'm fucking you. Show Alex how you're enjoying his mouth. Come! Come for us, Ivar!" you yelled out in a commanding tone, enjoying this opportunity to dominate someone as strong as Ivar clearly was. You felt your climax building in you and your movements sped up along with your heart.

One more thrust from you and a long swirl from Alex's tongue was enough to send Ivar over the edge. "I'm... I'm coming." As if instinctively knowing Alex's preference, Ivar yelled out, "Alex! Move! Quick! I'm...." and as Alex replaced his mouth with his hand in warp speed and only jerked Ivar's cock once, Ivar shot his load all over his own stomach and chest.

Panting and heaving, he watched you, knowing your end was shortly behind his.

Alex sat up beside you, smiling widely at Ivar, obviously proud of himself. He winked at you and then leaned over to you and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth while his hand found your other nipple and squeezed it between his fingers.

It was just the sensation you needed. Your head fell backwards as you let out a devilish growl. Your body twitched and every muscle in it tightened, releasing a waterfall of your pleasure. You came harder than you had all night, hell, harder than ever now that you thought about it. Alex wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you up. This was literally, a dream come true.

Your body quivered from your head to your toes. "I'm, Uh, I'm pulling out, Ivar," you somehow managed to warn him. With a sudden, dazed moan from him, you pulled completely out and then fell backwards on the bed, pulling Alex with you to your side as you tried to catch your breath.

At a near whisper, you said, "That was fucking amazing! Wow! Thank you, Ivar. Thank you for fulfilling my biggest fantasy."

Ivar raised up, his shit eating grin back on his face, as he watched you recovering from your high.

Alex looked between the two of you and then back to you. "Ummm, Y/N? Can... umm... Can I be next?" He swallowed, his breath catching in his throat. "Can... can I, uh... have a turn?" He blushed as he smiled, so innocently, it melted your heart. You were surprised he was that into it and even more that he admitted it. "It's just, well, it's just something I think I'd probably enjoy, especially with the two of you and..umm I'd like to try it."

As you began to answer him, Ivar sat up on the bed, leaning in closer to where Alex laid beside you, interrupting your train of thought. He placed his hand on the side of Alex's face and neck with his thumb on his cheek. He pulled Alex's head closer to him and said, nearly whispering, "Oh, you'd definitely enjoy it. Trust me." He pulled Alex to him even closer and ghosted his lips over Alex's and continued, "But, actually," he flashed that devilish grin again, "I think you'd enjoy the real thing even more." And with that, his mouth crashed into Alex's, hearts pounding, temperatures rising even more, hands on eachother, everywhere all at once. Ivar was so aggressive but gentle at the same time and Alex seemed to melt right into him just as you had earlier.

Ivar pulled away from Alex just enough to speak, their foreheads resting against eachother and both panting. He took a minute to catch his breath before speaking, his voice still, uneven, "You're so fucking desirable. I want you, Alex. More than I ever thought possible. Can 'your turn' be with me?" He tenderly kissed Alex on the lips and then pulled away, waiting for his response. You just sat back and watched, in awe.

Shuddering, Alex answered, "Oh, fucking hell. Yes! Yes, Ivar. I never thought I'd say yes to such a thing but with you, fucking yes!"

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