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skzophreniic · 3 days ago

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⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content, masturbation, edging, whiny sub!nerd Felix, post-orgasm overstim, felix is kind of a creep and he knows it.

notes: (queued post) anon request felix solo smut i hope this is what you wanted 😭😭

His room is dim—just the glow of his laptop screen and the faint hum of his desk fan filling the silence. Felix sits on the edge of his bed, boxers already shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed and twitching in his hand.

He’s pathetic. He knows it. But he can’t stop.

Not when your bikini pic has been burned into his brain since the second you posted it. Not when he’s zooming in on your sun-kissed skin, your thighs, the little glossed pout of your lips like you know what you’re doing to him.

You probably don’t even remember leaving your lip gloss behind after class. Tossed in your rush, left half-open on the desk. But Felix remembers. He saw it. Picked it up before anyone else could.

He’s been keeping it in his drawer ever since. He shouldn’t have. He knows he shouldn’t have. But it smells like you. Strawberries and heat and something sweeter, something you.

And now it’s in his hand. Cap already twisted off. His cock leaks against his fist as he looks from the tiny tube to your photo on his screen. You're smiling—eyes soft, skin glowing—and he groans.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty…” he whispers, voice shaky.

His hand works slow at first, jerking his cock with a rhythm that’s way too familiar, too practiced. He’s done this so many times. Over so many pictures. So many versions of you in his head.

But this one’s different.

Maybe because the bikini shows a little more. Maybe because you liked one of his photos last week and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since.

Or maybe because he’s holding your lip gloss like it’s some kind of relic. Holy. Forbidden.

He pants harder, hips twitching, and his breath catches as he lifts the gloss—just a little smear on his fingertip. Just enough.

Then he’s rubbing it right on the head of his cock, gasping at how slick it is, how good it smells, how fucking wrong it feels.

But god, it’s the closest thing to your lips he’ll ever get.

He moans—sharp and broken—hips bucking as the gloss coats him, thick and shiny, like you kissed him there. Like you licked him. Like you sucked him off with that same pretty mouth and looked up at him all wide-eyed and innocent like you didn’t even know you’d ruin him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he chokes out, fingers flying now, messily dragging more gloss over the length of him. “Gonna come, baby, fuck, please…”

But he doesn’t.

Not yet.

He gets close—so close—hips stuttering, thighs tensed, his whole body begging for it…

And then he pulls his hand away.

“Fuck—” he whines, voice high and cracked, head falling back against the wall. His cock jumps helplessly, drooling onto his stomach like it’s crying for him. “I-I was gonna—fuck—I was right there…”

He blinks up at the ceiling, dazed, sweaty, lip trembling. His free hand fists the sheets while the other hovers midair like he’s scared to touch himself again. Like if he does, he’ll unravel too fast.

But he wants it to hurt. He wants to suffer for it.

It’s what he deserves, right? For being such a fucking creep—jerking off to your Instagram, sniffing your lip gloss, pretending your mouth is on his dick.

He lets his hand fall again, slow strokes, feather-light. Barely any pressure. Just enough to keep him gasping. Teasing himself like you would. In his head, it’s your hand. You’re the one edging him. Sitting pretty in his lap, pouty and sweet while you ruin him on purpose.

He groans, dragging his fist down again, wrist sticky with gloss and precum. His legs spread wider, thighs trembling.

“‘M such a loser,” he whispers. “You’d never—fuck, you’d never touch me…”

But he imagines you would.

He pictures you smirking, dragging your glossed lips over the tip of his cock just to watch him squirm. Maybe you’d coo at how hard he is. Maybe you’d slap it. Maybe you’d tell him he can’t come yet.

“Please…” he chokes, voice barely there now. “Please let me… just wanna come—wanna come so bad…”

He strokes faster, sloppy now. Hips off the bed. The gloss is half gone, smeared down his shaft, slick and shimmering like lube. He can feel how close he is—his balls pulled tight, abs flexing with every twitch.

And then—on instinct—he grabs the gloss tube again.

Twists the cap one-handed.

Smears the rest of it right over his flushed, leaking tip—pressing hard, dragging it down like he’s painting your kiss on him.

And he breaks.

“ffff—fuckfuckfuck—fu-ck—!”

It spills out of him like it’s been caged for hours. Like he’s been holding it back all week, saving it for this exact moment—saving it for you.

His hips shoot up once, twice, stuttering helplessly through the orgasm as thick ropes of cum spill over his fingers, down his wrist, soaking the waistband of his boxers. It’s so much. Too much.

And he’s loud about it, too. Whimpering. Sniffling. Shaking.

He grabs the nearest pillow and shoves it over his face, burying the noise. But it doesn’t help.

His thighs twitch. His toes curl. He’s still leaking, oversensitive and flushed and humiliated by how hard he came. How quick. How he ruined himself to the idea of your mouth, your lip gloss, your bikini picture on Instagram that probably wasn’t even meant for him.

He turns his face to the side, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes now. Guilt mixing with the pleasure, the crash, the ache in his chest.

“‘M such a loser…” he whimpers again, barely audible. “So fucking gross—fuck…”

His voice is wrecked. Throat raw, lips parted and swollen from biting down on them too hard. His heart won’t slow down. His stomach’s sticky. His cock’s still leaking, twitching in the air like it doesn’t get that it’s over.

But his brain—his brain is worse.

Because in the haze of it, you’re still there. Hovering behind his eyes. Not a bikini pic anymore—no, you, in real time, sitting on his lap with your glossed mouth parted and your voice all syrupy and cruel.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” you’d murmur, smiling down at him like he’s nothing. “Touching yourself with my lip gloss like a desperate little perv.”

He whines again into the pillow, hips jerking like he might get hard all over just from that thought alone.

You’d laugh at him. You’d straddle him and not let him inside. You’d slap his hands away every time he begged to come and ride his thigh until he was nearly in tears.

He grinds helplessly into the mattress at the thought, sensitive cock brushing the sheets. It makes him gasp, toes curling.

He’s gonna do it again. He knows he is.

He’ll come again tonight. Probably twice.

He’ll stare at your bikini pic until he’s hard again. He’ll sniff the empty gloss tube like it’s laced with something. He’ll rut against the pillow and pretend it’s your cunt.

Because he’s a loser. Because you’d never touch him. Because this is the closest he’ll ever get.

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notarmedandnotdangerous · 2 days ago

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Ello boss man! Good morning/evening to ya!❗️

Since u mentioned u are open to write just about anything,,,,, what do you think about opening up the can of worms that is omegaverse?

(But also like what do u think about bitching alpha Bucky) AYO WHO SAID THAT 💥💥

- Boss anon :)

good evening! its currently 7pm and i have 0 clue ab what im writing 😥 also yes i love when hes a little cocky like that hell yeah 🙏 also sub!reader cuz you mentioned bitching alpha bucky :) so i made him a little mean (sorry)

anyways this is my first time writing omegaverse so i hope u guys like it :)

+18 mdni! alpha!bucky loses his patience with you.

cw: omegaverse, bratty!omega!m!reader, mean!alpha!bucky, reader pisses bucky off, mention of masturbating, brat taming, edging, scenting, marking, multiple orgasms, knotting, slight dumbification, cock slapping

word count: >4.2k

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you’re three days post-heat, and you wouldn’t stop testing bucky’s patience. your hormones were sky-high, and you feel invincible.

bucky though? he’s fucking done with your shit.

—

first it was small.

you were walking down the hall behind him, eating a protein bar obnoxiously loud, like you wanted him to hear it.

“barnes?”

bucky doesn’t stop walking.

you keep going, trailing after him.

“you always get this pissy in the mornings? or is it just when i’m with you?”

no answer.

the elevator dings, and bucky steps inside, in hopes of escaping you. unfortunately for him, you followed.

now he’s fucking trapped with that distracting, slick scent of yours.

you stood way too close to him, brushing your elbow against his arm.

“is it the scent? still can’t handle it, huh?”

bucky’s nostrils flare, and you could see the restraint in his clenched jaw.

“you going to growl at me or something, alpha? maybe shove me into a wall again?” you leaned in. “i think about that a lot, you know.”

he exhaled slowly, trying to keep his composure.

“you’re a fucking menace.”

“you’re hard.”

the elevator stops at the third floor.

“get out.”

you step out, winking.

“just say when, alpha.”

—

now you’re lounging on his chair at the table, wearing his tactical vest, way too big for you, but the straps hug your waist.

bucky steps in the meeting room to grab the glass he had left, but stops dead in his tracks.

“hey.”

he’s silent.

“thought i’d help you, you know? team effort?”

he slowly approaches you, grabs the glass, and stares,

“take it off.”

“no, i think i’ll keep it. makes me feel powerful.”

“now.”

“make me.” you leaned back in his chair, and folded your arms.

bucky’s on you in seconds, ripping the vest off of you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you today?”

you pant a little, and shrugged.

“try that shit again, and i’ll-”

“you’ll what? bend me over the table?”

bucky lets out a growl so low it creeps up your spine, before leaving.

you smile to yourself, triumphed.

—

you catch bucky swapping gear between washes.

he doesn’t even notice you until you leaned against the dryer, watching him.

“just a heads up, i put your pillow between my legs last night.” you spoke, nonchalantly. ”i had a lot of feelings, and no patience. your scent helped.”

he doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just stares at the shirt in his hands like it had become a weapon.

“i didn’t mean to at first you know? i just grabbed whatever was closest, then i realised it smelled like your shampoo, and your sweat, then-” you glance at him. “well, you get it.”

“you’re disgusting.” he mutters.

“i am, but at least i came twice.”

bucky’s head jerks up so fast you swear you heard his neck crack.

“twice?”

you nodded, like this was the most casual thing ever.

“one from the pillow, one from the thought of you finding out.”

then he stares at you like you’re a fire he can’t extinguish. he turns, and silently begins unloading his wash again like he’s not seconds away from combusting.

“want to take it back now that it’s used? might help you with your ruts.”

bucky slams the dryer shut, and walked out without a word.

you laugh, giddy.

—

then you decide to annoy him at the shooting range. this was probably the place where you really shouldn’t annoy someone, but you did it anyway.

you aimed at your target, but didn’t pull the trigger, not yet at least.

“hey, barnes?”

bucky glances over at you, eyes narrow.

then you fired, dead center.

“i’ve been very bad today.”

“you think i don’t know that?” he spoke while reloading his gun.

“aren’t you going to punish me?”

then he fires, way too aggressively, to the point that the entire range flinches.

you giggle.

“going to scold me, alpha?”

bucky tries to fire again, but his shot goes wide for the first time in years.

you noticed, obviously.

“oops, did i distract you?”

“i need a goddamn muzzle for you, i swear to god.”

“of course you would. that’d be easier than admitting i’m right, wouldn’t it?”

—

now you’re leaning against the wall outside his door, looking casual as hell, like you didn’t plant yourself there on purpose.

bucky opens the door, pauses, and he was about to close the door before you stopped him.

“you keep staring at my lips lately,” you say. “figured i’d just bring it closer, save you all the trouble, hm?”

he exhales slowly.

“go to bed.”

“this is my bed,” you say, sinking down onto the floor. “until you let me use yours.”

“not happening.”

“even though i’ve been so good?”

“you’ve been anything but good, for fuck’s sake.”

you shift, now you’re on your knees.

“then punish me.”

bucky short-circuits, and you can see it happen. his eyes flick down, and he exhales like he’s trying to burn the thought out of his head. he’s trying to stay angry, trying to stay in control, but his gaze keeps dragging back to the way you’re sitting like you belong there.

“get the fuck up.”

you don’t move, just tilted your head, blinked up at him, and smile sweetly. you were acting like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, like you weren’t corrupting his brain with obscene thoughts of you.

that’s when he steps forward, and he’s crowding into your space.

“you think this is a game?”

“maybe, and i think you’ve been dying to lose.”

bucky growls, actually growls. his pupils were blown, scent thick with frustration, and something feral.

“inside, now. before i forget how patient i’ve been with you.”

you rolled your eyes.

“you sound like a fucking brat who forgot his own place.” he spat.

“maybe you should remind me.”

he turns so fast you flinch, and suddenly you’re shoved against the wall, his chest flush to yours.

“strip.”

you just look at him, defiant, and still.

“fine, have it your way.”

you were about to bite back at him before he shifts.

bucky backs up just enough to hook his fingers into the collar of your shirt, and pulls it up over your head before you could even stop him. then your sweats were yanked down in one rough motion, underwear with them. you stumbled, and cursed at him, but he doesn’t even give you any time to catch your balance before he’s manhandling you onto the bed.

you landed hard on the bed.

he doesn’t touch you yet, just stares down between your thighs.

fuck. you’re already leaking slick.

your heat might be over, but your body’s still open, too soft. your hole slicked up the sheets just from the sound of his voice, and the smell of his pheromones.

bucky hums low in his throat.

“i’ll give you one last chance. one chance to be good, to admit what you are, and to ask for what you need.”

“i dont need anything.” you glare at him.

he sighs, and shakes his head like he’s disappointed, even though he knew you’d say that.

“alright then.”

bucky shifts down the bed, and spreads your thighs with his hands. you try to close them, but he just forces them back open. he hooks one over his shoulder, and gripped the other with a bruising grip.

his mouth drags over your rim slow, and lazy, lapping up your slick with no intention of being gentle. he doesn’t even try to make it feel good, it’s messy, like he’s trying to prove a point.

“still saying you don’t need this?” he murmurs with slick-smeared lips.

“i’m not- fuck, i’m not slick-”

“you are.” he drives two fingers into you without warning. “and you’re about to learn what happens when you lie to your alpha.”

bucky curls his fingers, hard, and you jolt.

“you like being difficult, don’t you?” he growls. “need someone to put you in your place.”

you don’t answer.

he works you right to the edge, and just when your legs shake, he pulls away.

you scream, try to sit up, but he just pushes you back down with one hand on your chest.

“no. not until you’re honest.”

“i am-”

“wrong answer.”

even flushed, and trembling, you’re still defiant, still spitting attitude like you weren’t a dripping mess, laid out on his sheets with your thighs already shining from slick.

he’s edged you already, pulled you up to the edge before ruthlessly yanking it away.

“going to have to try harder than that,” you pant, hips lifting greedily when he presses two fingers in. “didn’t feel like anything.”

“didn’t feel like anything?” his fingers curled, and dragged hard against that sensitive spot deep inside you. “that why your slick’s halfway down the fucking bed?”

you snarl through your teeth.

“just residue.”

“mhm.”

bucky doesn’t believe you. he knows what you need, since the ache of your heat stopped being hormonal, and started being him.

so he edges you again.

you’re close, too close. you’re writhing now, pulsing, and fluttering around his fingers. your thigh was still on his shoulder, and your heel dug into his back. you rolled your hips down onto his hand like you’re starving for it. but just as your orgasm crests, he pulls away.

“you fucking asshole-”

“you don’t get to cum when you’re talking to your alpha like that.” he snarls. “i’m letting you squirm, and soak my sheets like a needy little omega, but you don’t get to finish.”

“i don’t need to, this isn’t even good.”

bucky fucking growls. he uses his fingers again, but harder this time. so much harder, deeper, and meaner. his palm grinds against your balls, as his knuckles slam themselves into you.

your entire body locks up, and you’re crying out, clawing at the sheets, and trembling all over. right as your toes curl, right as your mouth opens, he stops.

you weren’t even moaning anymore, you were fucking wheezing. your hole throbbed from being edged so ruthlessly, and you still won’t say it, still won’t ask for it.

“don’t need to cum, doesn’t matter-”

“no.” his voice was low, rough in a way that scares you. “not hormones, not residue. this is you being a fucking brat, and i’ve been letting you get away with it.”

“i don’t, i’m not even-”

“shut the fuck up.”

you barely get to inhale before he grabs your jaw, turning your head hard.

“what the fuck-”

then bucky rubs his face all over your neck, mouth wide, tongue dragging, lips hot, and open against your gland.

he was fucking scenting you. it wasn’t soft, wasn’t romantic, but more instinctive, and claiming.

“you leave me no fucking choice.” he hisses. “won’t admit it? fine. everyone’ll fucking smell it. i’ll make sure no one gets near you without smelling you.”

“don’t- don’t scent me, bucky, i-”

his fingers continued moving inside you, curling right into your prostate as his teeth scraped against your gland. he was threatening to mark you, as if scenting you wasn’t enough.

you choked on a moan.

“you smell like you want to be bred. i’m just making sure they know who’s going to do it.”

you clench hard around his fingers. you scream, back arching so violently your back leaves the bed. your hands scrabbled uselessly at his arms, your hole gushing with sudden slick as your body reacts.

bucky pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, face flushed, and his scent hovering around you.

“go on, lie to me again.”

you were really crying now, just a little.

“not so mouthy now, are you?”

he lets you lay there, lets your body burn with scent, and ache. only when you calm down does he slide back down your body.

“one more edge, and if you’re still lying to me after that? i’ll fucking mark you instead.”

soft, involuntary tears slid down your cheeks as your body jerks.

“fuck- fuck, bucky, i can’t-”

“you can. you just won’t.”

you whine as bucky shoves his fingers deeper, three of them now, sliding slick back into your hole with easy, and fucking your ass open. the pressure on your prostate was unbearable, perfect, but so cruel.

“you want to be filled so bad you’re shaking, and you still want to lie to me?”

you arch, jaw tight, so close again, but he pulls out. your entire body jerks, and your breath breaks.

that’s when bucky breaks. he moves so fast you don’t even realise it. he grabs your jaw roughly, turns your head to the side, and bites down on your gland, hard.

it wasn’t the soft edge of a kiss, not a tease.

this was a mark, a real one.

his teeth sunk into your neck with a sharp, brutal pressure. it wasn’t deep enough to bleed, of course. he wouldn’t want to hurt his omega at all, not even when he was fucking pissed. it was just deep enough to hurt, to leave it permanent.

and worse? the bastard moaned into your skin.

“fuck, you smell- fuck.”

your scent was changing, right under his tongue. his bite was claiming you, an omega turned inside-out by an alpha’s teeth. the second your scent twists with his, the mix goes straight to his brain like a fucking drug.

“didn’t think i’d like it this much, didn’t fucking mean to.”

bucky tries to deny it, but he’s licking over the mark now, tongue dragging wetly across the tender bite.

“you smell better now, smell perfect. should’ve done this fucking days ago.”

you squirm under him.

“you’re leaking again, what does that say, omega?”

you don’t answer.

“you want to lie?” he hisses, talking into your skin. “fine. lie with my fucking name in your skin.”

your entire body locks up, cock throbbing, hole dripping slick again, even though nothing biological was triggering it. it was him, just him.

“thought so.” he breathes, and then without warning, he slides three fingers back inside you.

��nnh- b-buck-”

“shh, want to see if you get slick faster now. want to see if you’ve learned your place.” his fingers press in deep, curving perfectly to grind into your prostate.

your body clenches so fast you cry out. there wasn’t any resistance anymore, just slick heat.

“oh, that’s it. so good. you’re so good for me now, huh?”

you whine, hardly processing the overwhelming pleasure.

“mark you once, and suddenly your cock’s drooling, fuck.” he thrusts his fingers again, deeper, faster, and you whimper.

bucky keeps mouthing your mark, kissing it, licking it, letting his breath soak into it like it’ll drive his scent in deeper.

“told you it’d happen, told you i’d break you. but you wanted to fight me, didn’t you? wanted me to work for it, wanted me to fucking prove it.”

you try to squirm, but he angles your leg higher up his shoulder, and his fingers angle in deeper.

you’re panting now, moaning. you don’t mean to.

“there he is. there’s my good fucking omega.” he grins. “next time you talk back, i’ll just mark you again. let’s see how much slick that pretty little body of yours can make before it breaks.”

“i-i lost, i lost- alpha, please- please, just fuck me- i can’t-”

bucky growls, and hooks his arm under your leg. he yanks you down the bed, and slaps the tip of his cock against your slick hole.

“yeah you did.”

you’re still panting, legs spread, thighs trembling.

but still, he makes you wait.

he settles in between your thighs, and he leans in to mouth at the mark before rutting the thick tip of his cock in, and out of your hole, getting it drenched in your slick.

“have to see what i do to you. want to feel it from the inside.”

then bucky sinks in, slow. one thick inch at a time, pushing into your stretched, gaping hole with a deep groan, until he’s buried all the way in.

you shudder, and your mouth falls open. you try to breathe, but your body’s already clenching, hard.

he stills, then laughs, warm against the side of your neck.

“already? just got my cock in, and you’re squeezing me like you’re about to fucking cum.” he grinds forward just a little, and your eyes roll back. “oh poor thing. that’s the spot, isn’t it?”

bucky pulls out an inch, and sinks back in.

you gasped, your hole grips him so tight it makes him moan, biting back like he didn’t expect it to feel that good.

“fuck, you’re clenching like you want to keep me in forever,” he growls. “that mark really broke you, huh?”

he starts to move now, not fast, but steady, grinding deep with each thrust. it’s like he’s testing you, watching your body twitch, and fail to keep composure every time he sinks back in.

you tried to keep quiet, keep your moans soft, but your new mark, humming under his tongue, made it absolutely impossible.

every thrust made your cock twitch, and your back arch.

you were soaked, slick turning your inner thighs into a complete mess.

and bucky, like the bastard that he is, is still laughing, still fucking you deep like he’s got all day.

“you always like this post-heat? leaking all over the sheets like this?”

you whined, and he continued bitching about it.

“what would you do if i knotted you right now? if i filled this tight hole, and made it mine for good?”

“a-alpha, please-”

“yeah, that’s what i thought. you fucking love what i do to you.”

the worse part was that he was right.

“b-bucky-”

he feels it, you’re pulsing, clenching down so tight around his cock that he groans like it hurts. your entire body’s twitching beneath as you get closer.

“nope. you’re not cumming like this.”

suddenly, bucky’s hands grab your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulders, tilting your hips up, and then he slams back in.

you cry out. it’s deep, way too deep.

you whine at each punch to your prostate, your cock jerking untouched as he fucks you through it, fast, brutal, rough.

“want to cum? then do it while i ruin you.” he grunts, and your mark is burning under his breath.

the skin on your neck was raw with how much attention bucky was giving the mark. his stubble dragged across your skin over, and over again. you were certain you were going to get patches of beard burn.

your body seizes, and before you know it, you cum.

your orgasm rips out of you, untouched. your back arched clean off the bed as you clamp down tight.

he slams in one last time with a choked, desperate snarl. then his knot pops, shoved into you fast, locking deep as you scream.

your slick gushed around the base of his knot as you’re tied, and full, so fucked out you can’t think about anything other than him.

bucky’s breathing hard above you, hands gripping your thighs tight as he grinds in deep, knot locked, and pulsing inside you.

“fuck- oh fuck.” he moans through it, hips jerking, and then he groans your name into your throat like a fucking prayer.

his knot throbs in you, and you go completely still.

“that’s it, just like that.” he whispers. “let it take, be good for me.”

the both of you stayed like that, locked together.

your cock was flushed, leaking into the mess on your stomach, even though you just came.

—

you’re limp under him, barely breathing. your hole fluttered around his cock, even though it’s not moving. he can’t move, not while the knot’s so fucking deep inside of you.

you’re so full of him it aches. stuffed to the brim, stretched wide around the thick swell of his cock. every time your muscles flutter, or your hips shift, the knot tugs just slightly inside you, and you gasp.

bucky’s hand was on your thigh, holding you open.

“almost there.”

you don’t answer, because you’re too busy clenching around the knot that’s stretching you wide. then you feel it first, just the barest twitch in his cock, the faintest shift as the knot starts to deflate, and soften.

when he’s finally soft enough to pull free, he does it slowly.

his hips draw back, dragging the length of his cock out inch-by-inch.

when it finally pops free with a soft, slick sound? you leak.

bucky’s cum starts pouring out of you. it was thick, warm, and messy, dripping out of you in slow waves, and puddling onto the sheets beneath you. your hole flutters, clenching around nothing, desperately trying to hold it in. but there’s just too much, it spills out of you, while you twitched.

he watches it all with a dark, satisfied look in his eyes.

“fuck, look at that.”

you whine, trying to close your legs to hide the mess, but he doesn’t let you.

“no. don’t hide it. let me see how fucking messy you are.”

your whole body’s buzzing, limp, and overused. but your cock? it fucking twitches.

unfortunately for you, bucky sees it, that little twitch of your cock, and grins against your neck.

“still twitching, huh?” his voice was soft, and mocking.

your cock twitches again, eagerly.

that’s when bucky slaps it.

“ah-” your hips jerk, and a broken gasp left your throat.

slap. another one, harder this time.

your cock bounces, spilling a fresh bead of pre-cum.

“didn’t i say you needed to learn?” he snarls. “you think i forgot how you acted earlier? the fucking attitude? all those lies?”

slap.

“this cock’s the problem, it’s the one that won’t behave, huh?”

slap. slap.

your entire body shook, each sharp slap sending shocks straight to your core.

“begged for it with your hole, but this cock’s still acting like it gets a say.” he wraps his hand around it suddenly, way too tight, and jerks it once.

you flinched, and your cock just leaks.

”letting this thing do all the thinking for you.”

slap.

“didn’t listen.”

slap.

“didn’t behave.”

“a-alpha-”

“look at you. didn’t listen when i told you to stop talking, didn’t listen when i told you to behave.”

another slap. this one lands straight across the tip.

you’re whining now, biting your lip to keep from moaning. your thighs trembled like you’re about to cum just from this.

“let your cock make every fucking choice for you, so now it gets to take the punishment.”

that’s when bucky actually starts.

he swings a leg over you, and plants his knee right across your lower stomach, not too hard, just enough weight to pin you down, to keep your hips from lifting. your knees were bent, thighs spread wide open.

then, he braces one hand over your chest, flat, firm, and keeps you still.

and his free hand? he uses it to start slapping your cock.

the first one’s slow, flat across the length of it.

your entire body jerks under hm. you gasp, and bite your lip in hopes to silence your noises.

and he sees it. he sees the way your cock pulses in time with your heartbeat, flushed, and soaked, and he just tilts his head.

“bet you’re going to cum just like this huh? haven’t even stroked it yet, and you’re going to spill in my hand like a little bitch just from getting slapped?”

“i-i’m not-” you pant, but he cuts you off.

“you are. you let your cock run the whole fucking show. and all it got you was this sad mess on your stomach.”

bucky does it again, and again. no rhythm, no mercy, just punishment.

“alpha, b-bu-”

“no.”

slap.

“you don’t get to beg, this cock’s been out of control all fucking night.”

slap. slap.

“just kept twitching, hoping i’d touch it.”

bucky slaps the tip next, and you wail. your stomach clenches under his knee, the pressure making it so much harder to endure.

“please, i’m- fuck-”

“don’t deserve it,” he snarls, and keeps going, in an irregular rhythm, so that you wouldn’t know when he’d slap you. his hand comes down again, and again, mean little smack that sting, but your cock wouldn’t stop twitching.

“i’m not even stroking you.”

slap.

“not even jerking you off, and you’re going to cum, aren’t you?”

slap. slap. slap slap slap.

you sob, try to shake your head, but you can’t move.

bucky’s knee pins you perfectly in place, and your hips buck away uselessly while he ruins you.

“fucking pathetic, thinking with your cock instead of your brain.” he growls. “now you’re not even thinking at all, are you?”

slap. slap.

you scream, and before you know it, your entire body seizes. your cock jerks, and then spurts, untouched, and overused. you can’t move, can’t breathe. your back arches, but he holds you down, and forces you to ride it out, writhing under him like you’ve just been fucking broken.

and all the while, bucky doesn’t stop.

not until the last drop’s been slapped out of you, the mess sticky, and hot against your skin.

then finally, he exhales.

“all that intellect.” he leans in, like he’s giving you advice you should’ve known already. “next time? try using that strategist brain you’re so proud of.”

you whine.

“would be a shame to waste it, just because your cock can’t shut the fuck up.” he sighs. “i thought i’d have to outsmart you to get you to behave, turns out i just had to treat you a little mean.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x male reader #x male reader #bucky barnes smut #james buchanan barnes #top bucky barnes #dom bucky barnes #sub male reader #bottom male reader #buckblurbs

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Omg a sick thought I just got from a whole other fix with a diff character but though you would do it like absolutely justice!! And I really hope you write it! But reader stumbling on a post on tumbler may be (lol) and gets an idea to make brownies and have Logan cum in them so she can eat them and how would Logan react to being asked to do that maybe he’d be weirdly into it to okay okay thanks for reading lots of love for your writing

you know what anon, i think it takes a lot of courage to trust someone on the internet with a request like this, and i am strangely honored you would take it to me. thank you for deeming me a safe place to wave your freak flag 🫶

my take on this is under the cut. spoiler alert, it doesn't get baked into the brownie, NOTHING HAPPENS TO THE BROWNIES (i wasn't exactly comfortable with taking things there), but... stuff happens.

just desserts

logan x f!reader, 2k 18+ VERY SMUTTY OBVIOUSLY so for the love of god MDNI!!!, established relationship, oral sex (m!receiving), rough sex, cum play, dirty talk, praise?, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), is it creampie if it's gender neutral???, reader has hair and it's used against them, unedited/not proofread cz its fucking 3am

“Thought you were a sweet little thing when we first met.”

You’re on your knees between Logan’s legs, cold kitchen tiles biting at your bare skin. His eyes survey you from above as a hand softly cards through your hair, tucking the stray strands away from your face. Much too gentle for what he’s about to say next.

“Turns out you’re a real dirty slut, huh?”

Blue jeans and black boxers hang low, revealing his cock, leaking at the head. Your breath hitches at the sight, as if not enough of you is wrecked with lust. Eyes glazed, lips swollen, cheeks pinkish.

That’s his favorite kind of look to put on your face, if you ask him. One that says you feel good.

Fingers on your chin tilt your head back, the movement gentle. You allow yourself to fold to his guidance, submitting to what he wants you to do.

The lazy smirk on his face tells you he’s pleased.

“Look at you.”

The hand moves from your hair to your jaw, swiping his thumb on your bottom lip, parting it.

“Already so out of it. I just kissed you a little.”

What a liar—you were pinned by the hips against the kitchen island while he overwhelmed you, devouring you with his mouth. He kissed you like he would never get to again, deep, teeth mercilessly closing in on flesh, tugging your lip before sweeping his tongue over it like another layer of claim staked.

When Logan pulled away, it wasn’t for breath. You were left moaning as he buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting the spot on your throat like a starved animal. You can still feel the slick of his saliva, the way his tongue teases your ear.

On a regular day, you’d throw sass about how you felt like you were eaten alive rather than ‘kissed a little’.

Then again, you think to yourself, half-lidded eyes staring at his twitching length, this situation is entirely your fault.

It’s a lazy evening for you, and your impulses lead you to the kitchen. Not to scavenge for an assortment of leftovers to call dinner, but for the singular purpose of baking.

Brownies, specifically.

Some would call it cursed, the thing you saw on social media earlier.

An abomination. A desecration of the very concept of dessert. Their reaction images say things like every day, we stray further from god.

But you blinked and continued to scroll. You’ve seen worse.

You’re not fully sure of whether you were on board with the idea of adding Logan’s cum in a sweet treat before enjoying them. You suppose it did look uncannily similar to powdered sugar glaze. Amateur bakers mistake one for the other all the time. It happens.

One thing you’re sure of, though, is that you want brownies. You want them now.

And that’s how Logan finds you when he comes home: tasting a dollop of batter on your pinky finger, cocoa powder dusting your t-shirt and short shorts. Something smells good. His face is a balanced blend of amusement and exasperation.

“What’re you up to this time?”

“And a hello to you too.” You ignore your boyfriend’s implied disdain at your spontaneous shenanigans, adding a bit of brown sugar into the bowl and mixing it.

He walks over for a kiss, the faint taste of chocolate on your mouth lingering on his.

You begin to tell him about what triggered this particular craving while pouring the brownie batter onto a baking tray. All of it, no details spared. You’re way past the point of propriety with this man.

“Are you into that?” you ask, tone as level as if talking about the weather.

You’re too busy checking the oven to see his pupils dilate.

Long story short, that’s how you got here.

Kneeling in front of him in the kitchen, while your brownies bake in the oven. His hand gripping your skull with just the right amount of pressure, the other one slapping his cock against your cheek, making you whimper.

He looks so ready for you, veiny and red, twitching with need.

“My baby wants to eat cum that bad?” he asks, as if he’s not just as eager.

You don’t answer, head spinning. Maybe it’s the circumstances that make this encounter that much more intoxicating. You can smell him, musky and heady in that familiar way that sends heat between your legs. Already you feel yourself salivating.

He talks to you again, voice lower, more dangerous.

“Words, honey.”

“Please, can I?” the answer escapes you immediately. Breathy. Hungry. He lets out a shaky laugh.

“Beg so pretty. Take what you want, sugar.”

You let out a soft moan, hand immediately wrapping at the base, pumping him nice and slow. He watches for now, all dark eyes and restraint. Only when you kiss the tip of his cock, tongue teasing the slit, he jerks his hips forward. The beginning of his crumbling control.

You take him in your mouth then, but not all the way. Just enough to wrest a ragged sound out his throat. Pulling back, you tease him with your tongue, licking a thin stripe from base to pretty tip before putting him in your mouth again.

You know you’re doing a good job because his fingers curl round your hair near your scalp. It doesn’t hurt. Just a little gesture to show you how much he’s enjoying himself.

“So fucking warm,” he murmurs, admiring the view. Your eyes flick up to meet his for a second, and he swears he sees you smile around his cock. Minx.

It doesn’t take long for him to start fucking into your mouth. You’re too good, too patient. You let him. Trust him enough to take control of you. Muffled moans reverberate through the kitchen, and underneath the sounds you make, he never really stops talking, the filth only serving to heighten your desire.

God, you love it when he uses you like this.

“Take me so well,” Logan uses both hands to cradle your head now, strong and steady. Each time he sinks himself into your mouth, you mewl in a way that fuels the pace of his hips.

“You’re being so good. Made f’ me, hm? Fuck.”

Your hands busy themselves, pumping the parts of him that can’t possibly fit down your throat and playing with his balls. He groans. Loud.

“Gonna let me cum in your mouth, baby?”

You can’t speak, moaning with ardor around his cock instead. He shivers as he finds himself on the edge. It’s too perfect. The look on your face, your pretty lips wrapped around him, drool slick on his cock every time he pulls out, disappearing when he drives back in. The sight pushes him just shy of the crest.

“Don’t swallow,” he hisses the words past gritted teeth, “wanna see my cum in your mouth b‘fore you do.”

You cry out when he cums with a long growl, spurts of his release hitting the back of your throat you’d choke if you weren’t turned on out of your mind. It’s so much, but he eventually pulls out of you.

“Open.”

Your jaw slackens, panting, revealing the sinful pool of it on your tongue. A dribble of it escapes the side of your lips, trailing slowly down your chin.

How he’s able to look so smug after orgasming is beyond you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’know that?” he says, tone laced with wonderment even as he uses his fingers to make you close. You swallow, the taste of him making you even wetter between the legs. Opening up your mouth again, you show him your pink tongue. Clean.

That sends him into overdrive, it seems, because his cock is half-hard again and he’s gathering you up on your two feet, his grip stern but not unkind. You find yourself pressed against the island where you worked on the brownies not too long ago, palms pressed flat on the surface as he all but yanks your shorts down to your ankles. You kick them away.

A sharp slap lands on your ass once he gets rid of your underwear, making you yelp in surprise. The sting melts into delicious pleasure. You arch more, as if offering yourself to him. He stands behind you, quietly tugging your hips to meet his. The curve of his cock nestles against you, teasing. He doesn’t move.

“Logan,” you breathe shakily, impatiently.

“Ready?”

“Yes, fuck,” you cry, feeling his fingers play with the slick between your legs, drawing circles around your entrance as if to prepare you. The both of you know you don’t need it—one look and he knows you’re ready for him. His cock kisses you there and you feel your legs nearly give.

He engulfs you in this position, chest pressed against your back as he sinks in.

You melt, lips open in a silent scream.

He delights at the sight of you as he feeds himself into your heat, one hand tugging your t-shirt up so he sees the bare skin of your arched back. Once he’s reached the deepest parts of you, he stays still, allowing you to breathe through the stretch. Fingers stroke a long line from the nape of your neck down to your lower back, admiring the curve of your spine. You shiver at the featherlight touch.

“So b-big,” you gasp, chest heaving. His hand moves to your front, up your stomach, past your ribs, brushing against a nipple before pinching it between his fingers.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweet thing. Been wound up since I put my cock in your mouth, yeah?”

Then he moves, and you sigh in relief at the friction, encouraging him with all sorts of debauched sounds that stream out of you almost like second nature.

“Logan, please, more…”

His body crowds yours, arm wrapped around your torso to keep you flush against his chest as he pounds into you with reckless abandon, mouth gritting out filthy things by your ear.

“Gonna fill you up instead of the brownies. I’ll pump you so full of my cum you’re gonna feel it leak out of you for days. Feel it every time you walk. Want that?”

Your mouth forms the answer almost immediately, whimpers of ‘yes, yes’ and the wet sounds of slapping flesh goading him to take more of you.

The hand that snakes between your legs is the cause of your demise, deftly manipulating you until your nerves zap electricity throughout your body, triggering your release. You’re a mess that’s held up only by Logan’s burly frame and the kitchen island, noises spilling out of you as slick does down your thighs. He moans, chasing his own high while you spasm from yours, holding you down as he pounds—

And then it’s his turn. This time he cums with his teeth on your neck, muffling a chesty “fu-u-uck” that escapes him.

He kept his word. Not too long after the deafening heartbeat in your ears settles, you feel his cum trickle down your inner thigh.

Wordlessly, he smears it on your skin, as if marking his territory.

Then you feel the shift behind you, cool air hitting your back as he moves. Warm breath caresses your flesh right where he just ravaged you, and you can tell he’s staring.

It’s his turn to be on his knees, both hands spreading your asscheeks wide to get a better view of what’s still dripping out of you.

He seals his lips around your opening and you cry out.

Tongue licking up the remnants of your shared pleasure, eating you the way he did your mouth at the very beginning. Shameless. His nose bumps deliciously against you, and you find yourself grinding into his face. Then he chuckles in response, the vibrations devilish, before his hands steady your thighs, almost allowing you to use him as he used you.

When he makes you cum with his mouth, your legs are shaking, held up only by his strong grip. Your mind is blank—the aftermath of the desire he seems to infinitely inspire within you.

Logan rises to his feet, arms wrapping around your torso from behind as he presses his lips to your ear. They’re soaked. So is his chin.

“Tastes better than stuffed brownies.”

#logan x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x reader #wolverine #x men #wolverine x you #logan howlett #logan howlett fanfiction #wolverine smut #logan howlett smut

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rosenclaws · 1 day ago

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9 and 42

hi anon!!

9. When is your birthday?

October 20th so 8 days after Hugh's!!

(fun fact theres a chance it's actually the 18th or the 19th lol)

42. Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Oo okay so this got really fucking long so uhhhhh

@princessanglophile !! I love Lex so much we have so much in common and her writing is amazing. I love talking to her about Hugh and Disney and anything else!! Amazing person fr

@lostinlovingrevery Van omfg van might be the most talented bitch I've ever seen on this website fr. She can writing Logan in such a perfect way it's insane. She's also incredibly down bad and I love reading all her stuff and talking to her she's so fucking cool fr.

@lubdubology Lub! We don't talk superrr often but I love lub sm!! She's so cool and fun to talk to and a really talented writer. She also gets to meet Hugh soon again and I'm so excited for her lol.

@unlikeable-female-character Always feeding the best Hugh content fr. Also seems like such a nice and very intelligent person lol. I enjoy people who can have a real conversation without jumping to insane conclusions. Plus they always keep me updated on what my fav dilf is doing sooo

@lareinedulune We don't talk a lot but I really really appreciate the support you give me and your writing is amazing and you're so kind and nice I'm really happy that we found each other on here and I hope we can talk more!!

I def have more than 5 blogs that I love and I can't mention everyone but imma cheat and tag more people lol

@a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5 We don't talk a lot but I love it when we do!! You're support means the world to me <3

@tezooks Sagi!! I love talking to u so much and you seem like such a genuine and real person and you're so cool and ily!

@damimami1994 amazingly sweet and kind and seems like such a fun person!!

@mcrdvcks is so insanely talented omfg. Incredible writer and awesome person

@pandapetals Ik you aren't really in the Logan fandom anymore but I think you're writing is amazing and I hope you're doing well!!

@themareverine same thing!! Very talented and fun fr

@sleepywolverine So so nice and wonderful and I love talking about logan with you <33

@xplot-buni we don't talk much but I love seeing u in my activity and loved talking to u about ur mermaid oc!

@ashley-slashley you're not into logan really much either but i still love seeing ur wild ass posts on my dash lmao. Plus I love indy too soooo.

@benispunk ben!! I hope ur doing well and ily and can I just say you have my favorite Worst Logan series on this website. I loveee your New Girl AU fic so much

@nickisgirl So sweet and supportive!! I love seeing you in my inbox sm <33

oh and to all the people who support me ily all too!! The lurkers or the ppl who I see on my dash or in my notes and we just don't talk much Ily too <33 @lovexbunny @heartthrobcinema @evesdust @squishyfruitloop @nourlh @the-quick-red-fox @rambosgirl @freythecrazyfae @trr3rr @sir-thisisadndserver @just-dreaming-marvel @fluff-lover @sidkneeeee @oracleviolet93 @aqua-owo @fluffyhowlett @ayamenimthiriel !!

I have a really shit memory and was just going back in my reblogs and replies so if I forgot anyone I AM SO SORRYYYY feel free to come beat my ass about it lmao

Also sorry for the insane tag spam and I hope I didn't annoy anyone dfsalk;j I just want you all to know that I appreciate you so much and ty for sticking around my dumbass blog for so long (also some of the tags weren't working alkj;sadf mbmb)

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sapphire-to-the-rain · 12 hours ago

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dayasco vampires. that’s it that’s the caption

for my dearest m!!! @the-georgia-on-my-mind // sappy bday message + closeups under the cut

m 🤍🤍🤍 i can’t even tell you how happy i am that you decided to send me anon asks on tumblr dot com and that we became friends because of it. you inspire me in ways i cannot begin to put into words, you are one of the most incredible writers i have ever met, and you are such a sweet and funny and delightful friend who i appreciate so much <3 i lauv you forever hope you enjoy vampookies (your genius word creation) and HAPPY BIRTHDAYY hope it’s the first of many i get to celebrate with you~~

#EVERYONE GO WISH M A HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY PLEASE #i cant lie im really proud of this one #esp the lighting teehee #devils in the details or whatever they say #DAYASCO ART DEBUT WHO CHEERED I KNOW I DID #dayasco #daya betty #bosco #bosco drag race #rpdr fanart #fanart #vampires #vampire #vampire art #drag race fanart #my art #ibispaintx #illustration

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saudianna · 7 hours ago

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ᯓ★: requested by 🇫🇷 anon ᯓ★: word count: 1.4k ᯓ★: pairing: fem!reader x carlos ᯓ★: a/n: lowk hate this! ty for the reqs i hope to get more soon cross fingers.. hope u enjoy, i am so sleep deprived give me break if it dont make sense or i left smth out idk ᯓ★: genre: smut, some angst ᯓ★: tws: unprotected p in v, rough, slight exhibition kink, oral (f and m receiving) degradation, established relationship, spit kink, face fucking, hair pulling, carlos being very hot and angry, pet names , pantie stealing, praise scattered a lil, lmk if I miss smth

A fucking DNF.

Not a driver to blame, not himself, but his team.

This fucking car was undriveable! How could he ever have ridden that abomination?

Rear brakes caught fire, damage completely irreparable.

And so was his patience with you that day, his heart thumping as you whining something around the lines of ‘it wasn’t only his teams fault’ and that ‘there would be other days to race’

But fuck it, what did you know about racing in a f1 car?

“Listen to me Carlos! All I’m saying is that you should—” your voice drowning out by the sounds of reporters and journalists all wanting to get a piece of his opinion on the matter, his composure waring thin.

“No querida—“ (darling) I said I don’t want to speak about it now!” He finally spat out, yanking his hand away from your bearing hand, gripping his wrist with intention of sorting this out,

“But Carlos—“ you said shakily, trying to grab his attention.

“No! Cállate por favor!” (be quiet please) He grunted out, shaking his head as he walked into the paddock for a cooldown.

“Carlos goddamnit! I am talking to you!” You snapped, he whipped around and his eyes went dark

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, go to my drivers room, now!” You frowned and shook your head, looking away and crossing your arms, the paddock luckily empty as he grabbed your shoulder, pulling you towards him, you gasped as he whispered sternly into your ear,

“Go to my fucking drivers room now. You’re not gonna be able to fucking walk after what you just pulled.”

After a few minutes of sitting hands in knees on his couch, forward looking and sweat engulfing you, he finally arrived, his hair slicked with his sweat and his lips parted, looking down at you as he walked in, slamming the door behind him.

“Get up you brat.” your breath hitched as you stood up, his arms grabbing your waist and lips attacking your neck.

“C-Carlos! Not here—!”

“Shh baby. You’re gonna let me do this.” you nodded, eyes swelling as he bit around your collarbone, squealing at the feeling of his sharp teeth on the soft and red skin.

He shoved you to the couch, bouncing against the fluffy cushions and he zips down his race suit, fireproofs, you don’t particularly get the memo, and he snaps you out of your trance of himself stripping.

“No bebé, undress for me.” You finally listened, getting a move on and you were ready to go, turning around thinking you were getting the basic punishment, but you quickly realised that.. wasn’t the case.

“Get on your knees for me.”You glanced at him and obliged, shuffling over the couch and crawling to get on your knees for him, he stepped out his boxers, flushed cock hitting his toned stomach, angry red leaking tip standing tall.

As you whined, more to yourself really, his heavy set eyes looking down on you.

You kitty lick his tip, a drop precum coming from his mushroom head and you lick it up, spitting it back along with saliva and he groaned.

“Fuck mi amor, so hot” you take his entire length, his head thrown back and his veiny hands taking all your hair in a single palm, bobbing your head up and down on his cock, your spit dripping from your lips.

“Ah carino..” you gagged on him, your eyes fluttering closed, grinding yourself into your own heel, whimpering at the feeling.

“No baby, eyes open.” You obey and open your tear flooded eyes, gagging again at his tip hitting down your throat, keening on his cock as he grabbed the back of your head and slammed you up and down on his dick.

You squealed his name as he pounded your mouth on his dripping cock and groaned at your throat convulsing around him, trying to accommodate his long and thick length.

“Fuck- you love when I fuck your throat huh?” You whined and squeezed your eyes, confirming his dirty talk.

“Cmon baby, make me come.” You moan on him, nodding as he pushes you down on him completely, thrusting shallowly.

As his orgasm finally came, filling your throat with his cum and pulling you off of him.

“Tongue out.” You lolled your tongue out to prove you swallowed and he spat in your mouth

“Good girl carino,” you feel your pussy clench at the praise, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

“Please Carlos.. fuck me now,” he hisses at your words and yanks you up, practically tearing your clothes off with no regard as to how you were going to present yourself afterwards, pushing you on the couch.

“On your back.” You go on your back, his heavy hands pushing your legs parallel to your chest, spitting on your soaking cunt, rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

“Mmfh— Carlos please— I need you!” You spew out, and he slaps your clit.

“Be patient, I can very well leave you here.” You whine at his threat and buck your hips as he rubs your clit with pressure and his calloused thumb.

“Oh-! Oh my god Carlos-“ you mewl out- his tip breaching you and sliding in with one thrust.

“Fuck, cunt’s so wet for me.” He moans roughly and presses your hips down further, the angle making you dizzy and his tip bullies your cervix, the stretch practically killing you.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, gonna make you a fucking mother yeah?” he spits out with a heavy Spanish accent, making your head spin at the filthy words spilling from his mouth.

“Carino— shit, want me to come in you baby? Want me to fill up your womb with my baby?” You moan and squeal at his words, your legs shaking at your climax washes over you in waves, you would be suprised if nearby people didn’t hear the devilish noises piling out your lips.

“Fuck! Please Carlos fill me up!” You say mewling, the overstimulation messing with your brain.

As he comes in you, deep and memorable, he collapses next to you, moving your leg to the side and moaning at the sight of your raw, puffy and used pussy, leaking his seed and winking.

He scoops it back in, and flips himself over so he’s in between your thighs.

“Gotta clean you up carino. Real men tidy their mess.” You begin to protest, but before you can even get a word out he’s running a line up your slit with his tongue, circling your clit and you squeal out in overstimulation again.

You try to close your legs, sobbing at the feeling of your oversensitive clit and still pulsating walls, but he forces them open with his big palms.

“No bebé. Legs open.” You scream at he bites softly at your nub, the feeling making your legs go numb and limp.

“You can do better than that..” he groans into your cunt as you softly tug his hair, you grip it harder now that you can and..

“C-Carlos! Cumming!” You somehow manage to get out, you squirt all over the two of you, your tummy drenched and his mouth swallowing your cum, jaw dripping with it and he licks his lips.

“Bye bye Carino. Go clean your self up like the slut you are.” He says, jumping off the couch and getting redressed.

“Carlos- you should wash your face it’s covered with—“ you say, before he cuts you off..

“With you? I know.” He says giggling and licks his lips.

“And don’t disrespect me like that again, it won’t be so pretty next time.” you nod and gulp at the threat.

The door opens and slams in a brief second, your eyes scanning the floor, your top, pants, bra, all there.

Good.

You could take a shower in his drivers room then go out and no one would even know that—

The fucker took your underwear.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula one #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader #sau’s thots 💥#sau’s asks 💥

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stormyoceans · 15 days ago

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Hi, I know you usually complain about the lack of gl, so I wanted to share with you.

READING THIS WAS LIKE HAVING PURE DISTILLED CONCENTRATED SEROTONIN BEING SHOT RIGHT INTO MY CEREBRAL CORTEX MY CROPS ARE THRIVING MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY DEPRESSION HAS DISAPPEARED I HAVE 20/20 VISION THE SUN IS SHINING IM BLESSED HYDRATED MOSTURIZED HAPPY FLOURISHING FOCUSED AND MOST IMPORTANTLY SEATED FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE

i do feel a bit sorry for complaining so much about the lack of GLs ;;;;;;; but im really so grateful that you took the time to send me this, it was so sweet of you and i appreciate it so much!!!!!!!!!! 💜

GL series are about to take over the second half of the year and im SOOOOOO here for it!!!!!!!!!! july alone is gonna be packed with content, especially considering this list is only including thai GLs and i just recently learned we're also getting season 2 of ayaka is in love with hiroko starting from next week!!!!!!!

SO NOT TO OVERUSE THE SAME OLD MEME BUT

#still mourning the last case and 3 minutes 2 love but i will get over it if they actually give me all of these GLs #ESPECIALLY THAT HORROR ONE #anyway. thank you so much again for sending me this anon!!!!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!!! 💜#thai gl #gl shows #m: ask

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 7 months ago

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guys if I wrote a vent fic about christmas from a muslim's perspective with a dca who doesn't understand why they feel isolated would anyone read it

#random #delete later #*glances at wip*#no promises on finishing it #also if I get an anon in my askbox again telling me to fuck off because of this i swear to god-#anyhow #uhhh #m.#Yea dude I actually feel very alone and very alienated. sorry if that seems insulting to you. somehow. but like #i get insulted on a weekly basis for the way I dress or the way I speak soooooo

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the-way-astray · 9 months ago

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hey it's the anon who started strieefe (sent the very first ask saying keefe would have a crush on you) and i want you to know that it was entirely unrelated to the pro keefe essay you wrote. i hadn't seen it until days after

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ANON. WHAT. WHAT. SO I CAN'T EVEN BLAME ALAYDA ANYMORE???? HELLO???? THIS IS A PLOT TWIST I COULD'VE NEVER SEEN COMING.

and what, pray tell, actually instigated you to kickstart this horrific ship, then? what demon possessed you if it wasn't that essay? do tell, anon.

#THIS IS TURNING MY ENTIRE WORLDVIEW ON ITS HEAD. WHAT DO YOU M E A N #kotlc #kotlc keefe #keefe sencen #asks #keefe would not like me and i don't like him #anon #anon come back and TELL ME WHY THE HELL YOU WOULD SEND SUCH A THING #i guess it WAS never confirmed that that's why the anon sent the ask #but i'd been getting so many asks of people accusing me of being a keefe lover because of the essay that i just sort of assumed #mine

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shhh-secret-time · 1 year ago

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"i would love to see your take on stan/female reader/wendy…with the spice lol😙" - anon

Oh boy my first fic with Wendy~! And it's Stendy no less, lets fucking go! This request is a special one, because I seriously have never received a compliment so fucking funny in my life. The person who sent this I hope you enjoy it and god speed.

Warning: NSFW, Threesome, F/F/M, Strong-Language, Mild Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Oral

Pairings: Stan x Fem!Reader x Wendy

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

You flipped the little brochure over looking at the picture of large snowy mountains and giant ski slopes on the front. Inside the small packet were three passes and a small metal key tucked away in the pockets of the folded paper. Three passes for everything this large Ski Resort had to offer and more! How Stan got ahold of these tickets was a mystery.

*Tickets and Passes at a discounted price! You only need to sit through a short presentation! Ask for more information over the phone!

"Wendy, can you bring out that black bag? I need to tie it down on the car!" Speaking of the shaggy haired man.

"Yeah! Give me a second!" Another voice calls from the blue painted house, the front door propped open with a silly looking garden gnome. "Stan what did you pack in this?! It's heavy!" Wendy comes out with the large, long black bag that Stan requested.

"Skiing equipment." He pauses to take the bag from her, meeting her half-way from the car to the house. "First aid supplies too just in case."

"You're not going to go down K-13 again, are you?" Wendy puts her hand on her hips looking up at the man, she has her lips pursed slightly and her eyes lowered.

"Well...what's the point of going to Aspen if we're not going to ski?" Stan gives her his best smile as he puts the bag on top of the car, going out of his way not to look her in the eye.

You can't help but giggle at their interaction, they're both so cute when they get like this. You already know how this is going to go, Wendy is going to warn Stan that he needs to be careful and not get wrapped up in just skiing the entire time, and Stan is going to reassure her that he'll be fine and that he won't.

But before they can go through the motions, they both stop and look over at you. Wendy has the most charming smile on her beautiful painted lips and Stan has a lazy smirk across his. Your cheeks flush from getting caught, you look down at the bags by your feet and quickly scoop them up.

As you walk over to put the bags in the car a pair of arms wrap around your waist pulling you away from it. Pulling you towards his chest, Stan slots you in between himself and Wendy. Another pair of arms wrap around your arm, Wendy pulls your arm close to her chest.

"Watcha giggling about baby?" Wendy's the first to ask, an amused glint behind her eyes.

"You wouldn't be laughing at us, would you?" Stan follows up with his own teasing, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Maybe a little! I can't help it you guys are cute! Plus, I'm excited, a whole weekend with my favorite people~!" You chirp back at the both of them.

You rest your head on the top of Wendy's head and bring your free hand up to cup the side of Stan's face. Standing in the driveway surrounded by various colored bags, you're reminded of the wonderful life you live. Stan and Wendy have you swallowed up in this little hold, reminding you that you're loved.

Yeah, life was pretty great with your partners. You had a house on the street of Stan's childhood home. A dog with the softest fluffiest fur you've ever seen on a pupper, who was currently being watched by Stan's best friend. A warm bed, that would be cold without nestled bodies to keep it so. It was the three of you against the world.

Oh, and the stupid garden gnome, how could you forget Mr. Poppy. He was just as important to the family. No other gnome could hold open a door like him.

"Awwh! I'm excited too! I can't wait to try all the food and take pictures! It's going to be so pretty!" Wendy coos as she nuzzles her face into the side of your arm. "So, we better hurry and keep packing so we can get there in time for check-in."

She presses a kiss on the side of your cheek and then quickly places one on Stan's, who is still leaning on you. Stan only chuckles and goes back to tying the skiing equipment down, not before giving you both a little squeeze.

Wendy trots back into the house to grab the rest of the luggage as you begin to pack the car, Tetris style.

Once everything is neat and secured the only thing left to do was get in and decide who was going to drive. After a quick little game of nose goes, issued by Stan, Wendy was the one behind the driver’s wheel. Stan up front in the passenger seat and you in the back stretched out. Your softest pillow pressed against the car door and a blanket thrown over your legs. Stan's got his phone plugged into the aux chord scrolling through his endless playlists.

"So, what are we feeling, something heavy and loud, or energetic and feel good?" He asks just as Wendy backs out of the driveway.

You put the 3DS in your hand down on your lap for a moment, pausing your game for a moment. Harvest Moon can wait this was important. "Let’s start with feel good and go into heavy and loud. I say when we stop to get snack, we jump into something new!"

"Yes! Oh, I was just thinking about what snacks to grab! Whatever we grab nothing messy!" Wendy looks at you through the rearview mirror only to giggle when you give her a pout.

"Why are you looking at me?! I don't get messy snacks! Stan does!"

"Nah sorry babe, I'm with Wendy on this one." Stan chuckles just as he puts on a song.

"Of course you would be on her side to save your ass! You can't just agree with Wendy when it's convenient Stan!"

The car is filled with music and laughter the entire ride there. Stan trying to catch almonds in his mouth by tossing them in the air, only to miss when Wendy "accidently" swerved the car. Talking about each album selected and listened to, how it makes you feel and what you didn't like about it. It's mostly Stan just going on about different rifts and how it's impressive certain guitarists can pull of techniques, but hey it's what he liked. The two slowly take off their coats and throw them in the back seat, hitting you in the process. Protests are quickly cut short when you realize how warm they were.

At one point Wendy had to pull over from giggling too hard at the image of you wrapped up in three coats, Stan's hat, her gloves, your blanket and pillow, and your shoes kicked off. Stan agreed to take over because taking you away from your comfy state would have been a crime, especially when Wendy calmed down and crawled into the back to lay with you. Laying across you, she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck. You could feel her eyelashes brush against your skin the entire ride making you giggle and squirm. The both of you nap the rest of the ride, arms wrapped around one another, legs intertwined.

Stan would be jealous if it wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Just before he wakes the both of you up, he snaps a quick picture of your sleeping forms. It's his new lock screen. Maybe he can let both of you rest while he handles the check-in, after all he still has to drive up to the cabin.

The silver car pulls up to the cabin carefully pulling into the driveway. Colorado snow packed high against the side of the wooden building, a dim light flickering through the frosted windows. Stan leans back in the driver’s seat taking a moment to just enjoy the quiet. The soft sound of your breathing mixing and matching Wendy's in the back seat. He closes his eyes and smiles, thinking about how he had to claw his way to this point in his life but he's so glad he did.

He turns the car off and opens the door, the cold air nips at his skin as he leaves the warmth of the car. Maybe he can let the two of you sleep a little longer while he puts the bags away. It isn't until he has to untie the skiing equipment that you begin to stir, the cars gentle rumbling no longer present. Groggily you rub the sleep out of your eyes, the subtle weight of Wendy on your chest makes you hum. Your hands rest on the small of her back as you look around, the orange lights of the sunset peeking in through the car window.

It caresses the side of Wendy's sleeping face. Reds and yellows disappear behind the kisses you place on her face. Trailing gentle kisses down her cheek towards her jawline, subconsciously she tilts her head to the side giving you a little more access to her neck.

"Hm... Wendy, baby wake up." Your voice is still laced with sleep, knowing that if she doesn't move off you that you'll fall back asleep.

She stirs enough to let you know that she's slowly waking up, but when she doesn't get up and instead crawls up your body you let out a little hum. Contrary to popular belief, Stan wasn't the one that was hard to get up. Wendy was a little menace, doing everything in her power to stay asleep. Right now, she was using the fact that she knew she was adorable to try and catch a few more moments with you. It was working, but you could play dirty back.

Your lips continue to her neck where you pepper up and down the flesh. Your hands move up her shirt enough so that your fingertips brush against the exposed skin. She rewards your efforts with a little moan, pressing her body closer to yours. She can feel your smirk against her neck, her attempts to let her go back to sleep fall short.

You continue your assault on her neck, soft and feathery kisses turn heated. The sound of blankets rustling and being pushed off to the side onto the car floor, slips under the sound of her moans. You slot your leg between her legs bringing your knee up to keep her close.

"You gotta wake up pretty. I think we're here." The raspy purr of your voice sends a shiver down her spine.

Wendy rolls her hips against the fabric of your jeans just as you bite down on the sensitive spot of her neck. Your hand moves down her back again, sliding further past her hips to her the side of her thigh that's exposed. The short white skirt she put on today gave you a perfect look of those creamy soft thighs. Your fingers squeeze the flesh making her moan your name.

She leans up and tugs your jackets up, silently asking you to sit up with her which you do happily. Her hands push down the layers of jackets until they pool under you and leave you in just your tank top. It gives you enough time to pull away from her neck and work her shirt open, a few buttons near the collarbone. A glimpse of her brightly colored red bra pulls another purr out of you, your lips brush against her the valley of her breasts.

But before you can dive back into her, the car door behind her opens. Cold air claws at your exposed skin and the car light comes on. The interruption makes the cold sit in faster than it normally would.

"Having fun?" Stan's voice almost pulls you away from Wendy's chest, stops your wondering hand on the curve of her ass.

"Was just trying to wake our girl up. You know how she gets." Your response is muffled by Wendy, you look up at Stan with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Oh, I know. I was almost tempted to you let continue, but I figured you'd wanna get cozy by the fire."

"I-I'm not that bad!" Wendy tries to protest but it turns into a squeak when you bite down, leaving a bright red mark.

"Uh-huh. Stan's right though, we gotta get the bags inside." You slowly slide your leg out from under Wendy.

"Already got them inside." He says as he offers his hand to help Wendy out of the car, unable to take his eyes off the lipstick stain you left on her chest. "Checked us in too. I figured I'd give you guys a little more time. Kinda glad I did now."

Wendy's soft awwh's went away at the last comment. She rolls her eyes and pushes past him. "Thank you. Stan."

With her coat thrown over her arms she makes her way into the cabin leaving you and Stan in the cold to gather the rest of the coats and blankets. You both watch her walk up the stairs, her skirt swaying from side to side as she does. Stan looks down at you and smirks, there's a silent exchange of knowing looks.

"She's so cute when she's mad."

"Right? All pouty when she gets called out."

You take Stan's hand and pull him along to the cabin. He closes the car door and locks it with a press of a button. Wendy's already tossed her jacket up on the coat hanger resting beside the door, her shoes put neatly away in the corner. The crackling fireplace in the middle of the room was already lit and made the cabin feel so comfortable. It's almost enough to distract you from the warmth pulsing at your core. The little make-out session did more than just wake you up.

Stan shrugs his coat off his shoulders and grabs at the ends of the sleeves to tug it off further. That action alone shouldn't make you bite your lower lip but the way his muscles flex under his shirt and how he rolls his shoulders only encourages the feeling. You turn your head away from him and take a deep breath, a small part of you hopes that Wendy's struggling like you are.

And she is, she's running her fingers through her hair that's thrown over her shoulder trying to ignore Stan. Trying to ignore the look you give him and how it excites her, how Stan is blissfully unaware of the way you're both eyeing him. Poor Stan. Poor sweet dumb Stan.

He puts his jacket next to Wendy's and then takes yours from you doing the same. You smile at the kind gesture and go to explore the cabin. Maybe if you got away and cleared your head a little, you wouldn't burn up by your own desire. Walking past the living room and into the kitchen you took note of how cute everything looked, straight out of a little novel. The cabinets were a light brown color that matched the white kitchen counter perfectly, little shelves of cups and bowls tucked away. Although the ivy that hung down from the top of them was fake, it brought little splashes of green that made it look so pretty!

You turn back and walk back towards the living room. Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch together, she's snuggled up against his side curled up. He's got his hand resting on her knee and his arm wrapped around her, she's playing with the fabric of his shirt whispering something to him. They laugh and he presses his forehead against her letting it rest there as they close their eyes, and just enjoy the presence of one another. Between the warmth of the fire and the love you feel for the two people in front of you it was almost enough to make you burn up. You smile softly and decide to give them some time alone.

After all you got to have a little time with Wendy first, it was only fair. Plus, you still had to see the bed! And what a bed it was! Dark blue blankets folded carefully over the bed, three pillows fluffed up to the point where they looked like clouds, and a giant white comforter that you just knew would keep you nice and warm. That and the mini fireplace in the corner, sitting there on a little platform with dried out logs of wood behind it. Bookshelves filled with various novels and decorations line the wall. Behind the bed is the largest window in the cabin.

You crawl over the bed towards the window, sitting up on your knees you look out at the frosted glass. Resting your chin on your arm, the sight in front of you is beautiful. Since you were asleep when he pulled up to the cabin you didn't get to really take in all the beautiful mountains that surrounded the area. The snow was starting to come down a little heavier now like it waited just for you and your partners. Dark green trees covered in that beautiful untouched sparkling snow.

With a happy little sigh, you flop back on the bed with your arms sprawled out, you stretch out to your fullest. The stretch feels good enough to make a little moan slip from your lips, your back arches up making the muscles feel better. Reminding you that lying in one spot for too long with another human on you isn't exactly the best for your body.

Your eyes open to the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Stan and Wendy walk into the bedroom only to spot you already on the bed enjoying the silk on your skin.

"Told you this is where she'd be." Stan says leaning on the doorway, his forearms holding him up on the doorframe.

Wendy looks up at him and giggles, "This place is beautiful! How were you able to book this place? It must have cost a lot."

"Nah. It's my parents, they bought it when we were younger. Dad caved and just bought this cabin after that time share experience." He shrugs a little, his fingers run through his hair a little pushing up the black locks.

"I guess I'll have to thank your dad next time I see him." You say finally deciding to lean up.

"Don't. For the love of god don't, it'll go to his head." The way he says it makes you and Wendy burst out into laughter.

She decides to join you on the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her petite form sinks into the soft mattress. Her hands pushed down on the bed forcing her up a little, the momentum causing her to bounce up and down on the bed. After she's satisfied enough with the bounce she leans back against your form. Your arms go to wrap around her waist pulling her close to your chest, you nuzzle back into her neck where your lips were moments ago.

She responds by pressing a kiss into your cheek. You retaliate with a little nip on her neck pulling a breathy giggle from her lips. The way it turns into a moan makes Stan's breath hitch in his throat; his eyes scan your forms. He watches the way your hand trails up her shirt slowly slipping the plastic buttons through the slots. Every button reveals more and more of her body, pushing it down to her elbows where it rests on the cubital.

Your hand comes up to the lace on her bra strap. Playing with the material before sliding down her shoulder, replacing the strap with your lips. Your other hand moves down to her thigh pulling the skirt up in the process. Stan's eyes widen when he sees the matching set of panties, stained a darker shade from her arousal.

"So pretty, did you wear that for us?" You whisper next to her ear as your fingers made quick work of moving up and down her slit. Adding just enough friction to make her roll her hips, trying to chase the pressure.

Wendy's pretty pink lip’s part to answer but it turns into a whimper and a moan. Her cheeks turn a bright red matching the lingerie that looks so beautiful against her skin.

"Come on Wendy, answer her. It's rude ya know." Stan finally breaks away from the spot that he was glued to. Finds it in him to walk over with that shit eating smirk across his face. He bends down and puts his arms on either side of you. He leans down and presses the softest kiss on her forehead. Compared to your hand and the way you’re squeezing every soft curve; his kisses feel so alien.

Ever stubborn, she goes to silent him with a kiss. It takes everything in Stan not to capture her lips in a heated kiss, but he's able to pull back and shake his head. Just far enough that Wendy can feel his lips ghost over hers, just enough to smell the gum he had in the car. The spearmint taste on her lips.

"Ah no. Bad girl." Stan tuts as his fingers trace her lips; the pads of his thumbs brush over her lower lip. Wendy's lips wrap around his thumb pulling it into her mouth, her tongue swirls around the course digit. You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched Stan's resolve break. He never could hold on long when she worked her magic.

Your hands slip down the band of her underwear, pushing the thin fabric past her hips and like clockwork, Stan helps you pull them the rest of the way down. He tosses them to the side before removing his thumb from her mouth. Not before pressing down on her tongue, making a pool of drool slide down her chin.

The way she looks up at him makes your heart slam against your chest and your body ache. Finally, after the slow drawn-out teasing, your hands pull apart her legs. Pushing them away from one another by the plump of her thighs. Her slit now bare to the man before her, her arousal coating her legs now that she no longer has the flimsy material to cover it.

Stan's on his knees in front of her, his arms tucked so snugly under her legs so that he can bring her closer to the edge of the bed. He lazily throws them over his shoulders and dips his mouth closer and closer to her aching heat. Just as his lips connect to the throbbing bud, you press a kiss onto her lips.

His lips twist and pull at the bud, a hungry tongue greedily swirling around to collect her arousal. The flat of his tongue presses into the nub until it wanders into her heat. Just as his tongue slips its way into her cunt, yours slips into her mouth. Devouring her in a different way. Every moan that escapes her lips is immediately swallowed by you. For as hungry as Stan was, you were starving.

The poor girl couldn't catch her breath. Between your kisses that already left her breathless, and Stan's jaw working her clit; she could feel the pressure in her core build up fast. It was like trying to ride out heavy waves during a storm. Colored nails intertwine with Stan's hair, tugging the locks up when he hits that perfect spot with his tongue.

"A-ahh!" Her moans pitch an octave, she bucks her hips forward against his mouth.

The kiss is broken just as her resolve comes crashing down. Stan can feel the way her walls throb and tighten around his tongue.

Wendy throws her head back when Stan continues, even with her climax coating his tongue it’s not enough for him. His eyes flutter shut with no intention of stopping. He'd continue lapping up every delicious part of her until his jaw ached.

She tries to push his head off, tries to close her thighs around his head. But he keeps his hands firmly on her thighs. When she tugs his hair again, he only lets out a deep moan which vibrates up against her cunt.

Little beads of tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes. The overstimulation was a painful pleasure. Her breath hitches in her throat, a silent scream dies along with it. The sound of Stan's mouth working its magic fills the roo. The heavy exhales coming from him as he struggles to catch his breath, the fact that he'd rather suffocate than come up for air makes you chuckle.

After Wendy cums around his tongue again, and the light mascara around her eyes begin to bleed down her face, do you tap the side of Stan's shoulder. "Alright cowboy let her go, I think she's learned her lesson." Stan's eyes meet yours, looking up through the darkened blues.

He flicks his tongue a few more times, pulling a cry from the poor woman. He moves his lips to the inside her thighs. A series of kisses trail down her quivering thighs, he hums softly.

Wendy's body is spent, you can tell from the way she's practically lifeless against you. Her mind is still trying to catch up from it's high. Your hands work on massaging circles on her hips helped to anchor her back down.

"I think you killed her Stan." You chuckle, pushing Wendy's hair out of her face.

"Ya think? I couldn't help it; she tastes so good." His purr sends a shiver down your spine as he leans up towards your face. "Wanna taste?"

When you nod and smirk at him, he bends down and finally captures your lips in a kiss. The difference between their kisses is night and day. Wendy's are always soft, passionate, playful ones. Stan's are hungry, firm ones; like he's trying to put all his feelings into one action.

You can taste it. Every bit of love he has for you on the edge of his lips. Wendy on his tongue. Desire in the way it twines with yours. Wendy's half open eyes watch, her mouth opened in awe. The way your tongues work in each other's mouths brings a red hue to her face.

Her blush deepens when she sees the thin string of saliva that connects your tongues snap. Stan's the first to pull away, lips still wet from everything. He cleans the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirks.

"Hmm...he's got it out for you Wendy." When you call her name, she looks up. The confusion written on her face only makes you chuckle. "Because that wasn't enough, it's my turn."

She was going to die. Wendy Testaburger was going to die somewhere in Aspens. The comfy warm cabin was going to be her coffin, and her cause of death was going to be her two insatiable partners.

You don't give her much time to protest, not that she would anyway. You pull away from her and begin to strip down to nothing, Stan works on moving her back against the pillows. At least she'll be comfortable when she dies.

Stan whispers to her softly, "You can give us one more Wens. It's only fair, she didn't get her turn."

You smirk back at the bed as you toss your clothes away. She looked so cute in nothing but her pretty white blouse still wrapped around her arms. Beads of sweat starting to trail down her body, you know you're not the only one watching as they trace every gorgeous curve.

But you are the one that gets to settle between her legs. You crawl over until your face is inches away from her poor cunt. Your eyes find the marks Stan's left behind and decide that it's not nearly enough. Her pale skin made the red splotches pop so pretty, why not add a few more. So, you leave teeth marks and little bruises where Stan's mouth hadn't touched.

Stan's enthralled, but not enough to sit there and do nothing. While you worked your clothes off, he did the same. Dark blue jeans thrown to the side, faded band shirt alongside it. It isn't until he puts his hand on your hip that you realize he's propped up behind you.

Standing on his knees, he's pulled your hips up towards his aching member. Wendy's little whimpers and moans only serve to make his cock throb. His hands fist the flesh and pump it a few times. Watching your face get closer and closer to where moments ago he had his.

"Fuck that's hot." It slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. At this point he's not sure he wants to, just pressing the tip of his head against your slit isn't enough. He needs you both to hear what you're doing to him. "You're so pretty like this. Eating our girl out like that, and fuck-" He paused to deliver a firm slap on your ass. "-this ass of yours."

The pain makes you moan out, the vibration shoots up against Wendy's clit. She cries out and bucks her hips against your lips, which you use to capture her clit. Lips wrapped around her abused bud.

"Oh god~" Wendy throws her head back, any work to get her to come back down from her fucked out mental state is thrown out the window.

Her moans encourage you, selfishly lapping and sucking at every nerve until you find a rhythm that causes her to see stars. Stan picks up on it, he waits until your tongue is flicking her bud back and forth before diving into your cunt. Firm hands keep your hips still, so he doesn't throw off your tempo.

Again, he doesn't even bother holding back his moans. Your arousal lets him slip past your folds and snuggly against your walls perfectly. He pushes until he's halfway buried deep into you, only to slowly pull back out. For as good as you're making him feel, he's so focused on the way you're making Wendy feel. Every time you moan into her, she arches her back, and every time she moans at the sensation it makes his cock throb. The cycle keeps the fire burning. Lust and pleasure wrapped so tightly together.

Wendy's mouth is lulled open, and her eyes are rolled up to the back of her head. Stan knows she's not going to last from looks alone. So, he begins picking up his pace. His snapping forward with such force it causes a ripple across your flesh. He's making it hard to focus on anything but the way his cock feels buried in you.

Thrust after thrust brings you closer and closer to the edge. You're dissolved to nothing more than sloppy tongue thrusts. Pumping in and out of Wendy like Stan is doing to you. Every thrust from him trickles down to her. Pushing you against her only to pull you back against him. But you're not the only one losing yourself.

Stan's been hard since he opened the car door and found you two in a heated state. He's been fighting the urge to fuck you both senseless since Wendy first came around his tongue. With every flutter of your walls, he goes harder and deeper.

After a particular strong thrust in just the perfect spot, you feel your resolve crumble. A white-hot flash goes across your eyes and down to the pit of your stomach. Your walls clamp down around him, trying to milk him for all he's got.

"O-oh fuck! Fuck you're squeezing me!" He growls so loudly when you do. He crawls over your form, sweaty chest pressed against your back, hips pushing you further into the bed. His mouth latches onto your shoulder where he bites down. Hard.

Wendy's fingers are in your hair pulling your head up towards her chest. She's already cum for the third time, possibly the fourth. She's stopped counting and all she can focus on is the way you both feel against her. She watches the way Stan drills into you until he can't keep the rhythm anymore.

His hips stutter, slap against your ass one last time and then he spills his cum into you. Thick hot ropes of cum paint your insides until it's dripping down your thighs.

Heavy breaths and shaky moans. Slow inhales and breathy exhales. Whatever energy Stan has left is used to keep himself from falling on top of you. He pulls his teeth from your skin, pressing a soft kiss on the mark he's left behind. A quiet apology.

Eventually he pulls out of you and falls to his side next to Wendy. His arms find home around her waist where he tugs you both towards his chest.

".... this vacation already rules." Stan breaks the silence, pressing a kiss into your temple.

"It's only the first night." You giggle, tossing him a lazy smile.

"Yeah, we still got the hot tub to test out." Stan says with a smirk.

Come on down to Aspen Snowmass Ski Resort!

"Insatiable. Both of you. I'm going skiing at least once or I swear to God." Wendy huffs but the smile on her face betrays her. The corner of her lips twitch as she tries to resist.

You might get some skiing done.

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