#like I am headed towards that again pretty fucking rapidly and I can't even wrap my head around it

[didnt-hear-cold-as-you-live]

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[gingiesworld]

Last Request

Nun Wanda Maximoff x Deathrow GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Just smut. We're all going to hell but who cares!!!

Taglist: @cthulhus-curse this ones for you Remi

Everyone who had heard of Y/N Y/L/N feared them, they were one of America's most notorious serial killers. No remorse for the lives they had taken. Even as they stand on Deathrow. Given one last request before they are injected.

"I want to spend my last day with Sister Maximoff." They told the Governor who just laughed.

"Oh, you're not joking." Governor Stark stated as Y/N remained serious. "So you want to pray for the last day." He teased as Y/N smirked.

"Something like that." They smiled at him. Governor Stark just nodded before walking away.

The next day came around, aa did Sister Maximoff and Governor Stark.

"Is this correct?" She questioned him as she held her cross before her. "No inmate has ever requested a Sister on their last day."

"They asked specifically for you Sister Maximoff." He told her. "I have cleared the floor of guards so they can have their privacy to pray." He unlocked the door and Sister Maximoff walked inside. Y/N was sat on their bed, leaning against the wall. "If they get out of line, you know where the emergency button is." With that he left, locking the door behind him.

"So shall we start praying." She asked them as they smirked. Watching as Sister Maximoff got on her knees.

"You know, I am not really the praying kind." They sneered as they palmed themselves. "But if it helps me to get you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock, I would."

"Is that all you wanted me here for?" She questioned as she looked up at them.

"Well, you are stunning and I would like to spend my last day making you scream my name." They husked out as Sister Maximoff shook her head no. "Isn't it your job to help those in need?"

"Yes but not like this." She rose to her feet. "I took an oath."

"To help those who asked for it." They reminded her. "I am asking for your help Sister Maximoff." They started to pull their pants down. "You can't be denying a dying person their last wish."

"You're a murderer." She whispered as they approached her. Her eyes never leaving their semi hard cock.

"A dying person all the same." They gripped her hand, moving it towards their cock. Sister Maximoff closed her eyes as she felt them twitch and harden under her touch.

"I shouldn't." She whispered as her breathing increased rapidly.

"But you want to." They sneered as her hand instinctively wrapped around their member. She only answered by moving to her knees and moving her head forward. Her lips touching their tip, pressing a light kiss. Y/N removed her head dress and gripped her hair which was wrapped in a tight bun. Pushing their cock through her awaiting lips.

"Fuck Sister." They groaned as she used her tongue to run over their sensitive tip as they pulled out to thrust their hips again. The saliva in Sister Maximoff's mouth built up the more they fucked her mouth. Using her to their needs.

"I'm getting so close." They grunted as they continued, thrusting their hips faster as Wanda tasted everything. Moans of sin leaving her lips, she loved every moment of it as her tight virgin hole grew wetter by the moment. "You're going to swallow every last drop." They groaned as they continued their movements, increasing their speed as they chased their high. When they came Sister Maximoff swallowed every last drop before they pulled away, loosening their grip on her hair. Wanda stood up and tried to relieve the pressure between her thighs as Y/N smirked at her. "Are you all sticky down there?" They pointed to her already soaked core.

"Yes." She whispered shamefully.

"Do you want my help?" They asked her as she shyly nodded.

"I need you to take this off." They played with the hem of her gown before Wanda hesitantly took it off. Leaving her in her undergarments. "You are soaked." They groaned as they ran their fingers through her folds. She closed her eyes as they applied pressure to her clit. "I am going to give you the best first time." They lay her down on the bed, inserting two fingers making her moan. "Fuck Sister Maximoff. Who knew you were such a slut." They massaged their member to hardness with their free hand as they added a third finger.

"Oh God." She moaned as they curled their fingers.

"No God." They whispered as they pulled their fingers out of her. "Just me." They groaned as they bottomed out inside of her, making her whimper as her hyman broke. "I'm going to move now." They told her as she nodded.

They thrusted their hips like there was no tomorrow. Well in their case, there was no tomorrow. Sister Maximoff gripped their shoulders as they changed angles, hitting her g-spot making her let out a gutteral moan.

"I'm going to pee." She said as she tried to push them away.

"No you're not." They groaned as they twitched inside her. "Just let it go." They whispered as they went faster, helping her through her orgasm as they unloaded their seed within her.

"Wow." She whispered as they smirked at her, cupping her breasts.

"Wow indeed." They looked at the clock on the wall. "And we still have 21 hours left." They smirked before taking a nipple in their mouth. Devouring Sister Maximoff like she was their last meal.

[deangirlsstuff67]

Sorry... Not Sorry

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Smoking, Male masterbation, Drug and Booze use, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected sex, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Language

Summary: You work with the boys to fulfill Butchers mission. Your family, like MM's, were killed by Soldier Boy. The only difference, you aren't mad about it. Your family was terrible and you constantly suffered at their hands. When you all find Soldier Boy, you offer to be his babysitter, only your attraction for the older supe might be too strong to fight.

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He escaped you in Russia, only to track him to The Legend's house. You aren't a supe so for the most part you hang back when they go fight. Butcher always had a soft spot for you.

When it comes to Soldier Boy however, you willing volunteered to babysit the nuclear powered superhero. Everyone was reluctant at first. You're the youngest of the group, but you weren't backing down. Not this time.

Eventually Butcher agreed, which led you here. Some old man's house who wants to relive the glory days. Any other day I would pretend to listen, just not today. I am on a mission.

I walk towards the room The Legend informed me he would be in. Whatever I was expecting to find on the other side of the door, orgy, some chick giving him head, was not what I found.

His back was facing the door when I opened the handle. Wildly designed silk robe hiding his body from my lust filled eyes. Leg proped up on the bed frame. His whole body moving as he grunts from the pleasure his hand was providing his dick.

A very well endowed dick if I remember Russia correctly.

My body begins to heat, my underwear quickly becoming damp from my own private show, breathing coming in fast shallow pants.

Forgetting he had super hearing, Soldier Boy rips a surprised gasp from me when he speaks into the quiet room, "I can practically smell your sopping cunt from here Pretty Girl."

He doesn't turn or even stop his movements. Though you do notice he has slowed to a lazy rhythm. No longer chasing a quick orgasm.

Closing the door behind you you take one step at a time towards the powerful man infront of you. A man who I'm positive can spit me in half with one powerful thrusts into my heat.

Oh what a way to die.

By now you're standing right behind him fighting the urge to touch him. In a blink of an eye he swings around to come face to face with me.

We are in the middle of a staring contest. Him wondering my next move. Me wondering if I even have the nerve to follow through with anything.

Now or never I guess. This is one way to thank him for saving me. I know he hurt a lot of people and is the ultimate asshole, but to me he's a hero.

With a wave of bravery rushing through my veins, I step up and wrap my hand around his huge cock. My tiny hand barely touching as I begin to slide it up and down his shaft.

Soldier Boy throws his head back from the contact. Long, messy hair shining as te sun hits him just right. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through it. I know I've got him when I hear a deep moan leave his kissable lips.

"Been a long time since a beauty such as yourself has touched me, Doll."

I still can't speak. His husky voice drips of honey when he's aroused, eye's that were once shining green are now hooded and black with lust. The man's beautiful on any given day, but when he's in a stage of bliss, he's breathtaking.

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Strong, long, thick fingers move rapidly inside me as Soldier Boy brings me to the edge again. Pistoling straight into my g spot repeatedly.

"You're stunning when you're fucked out and frustrated, Doll." He removes his fingers from my soaked core, bringing them to his mouth before sucking them clean. My pussy clenching around nothing.

"Mmm... taste sweet." Rolling on top of his naked body I rub my wet center up his length while sinking my tongue into his mouth. Stunned for a moment from surprise before he begins to kiss me back... hard.

Breaking away I lift my body and grab his leaking cock before impaling myself on his perfect dick.

I was right, he's going to split me in half. It burns as he stretches me to my limit. Never had a cock this good. I can feel every vein as I slipped farther down his shaft.

Bottoming out I stay still waiting for my body to adjust. Feeling my velvet walls flutter around him as they fight to accept his size. He shifts slightly sending electricity shooting through my body, another wave of arousal soaks his dick.

"Soldier Boy..."

Laughing he leans up, wrapping a strong arm protectively around my waist as he kisses me sweetly. "Sweetheart I'm balls deep in your sopping cunt right now, pretty sure you can call me Ben." Then he thrusts into me, hitting my cervix.

"Ben..." is all I can moan as he takes control of my body.

"That’s my Pretty Girl. Scream it baby, my names never sounded so sweet before."

His pace quickens sending me into my first orgasm. Clenching him so tight I'm amazed he can still move as he fucks me through it. "Squeezing my cock so good."

Ben watches where our bodies are join, "this pussy is drooling Doll. Making such a pretty mess of my dick." I tighten around him, "oh fuck yes..."

"Got one more in there for me baby girl." It wasn't a question. He brings his rough hands to my bundle of nerves and starts to vigorously rub me there.

My orgasm build fast and hard. Just as I'm think I'm about to be thrown over the edge a new sensation comes over me, "shit... Ben you have to st.. stop. I.. I think I'm go.. going to pee."

He doesn't listen. If anything the statement makes him feral as he double downs his efforts. Then it happens. My body let's go, vision goes white as I scream his name as loud as I can before slumping into his chest.

What feels like hours goes by, but I'm sure it's minutes, before I feel someone gently finger my pussy. Whimpering I hear a dark chuckle beside me.

"That was fucking hot Doll." Ben holds me to his chest as he lazily plays with my pussy and our mess, "I'm far from done with you, sleep for now."

"You should have known better than to try and tease me. Best damn pussy I've had... just might have to keep you now." He gently bites my ear lope.

Through my blessed out haze I weakly smile before whispering, "Sorry... not sorry."

I fall asleep in his warm embrace with his laughter as my lullaby and his fingers bringing small waves of pleasure every once in a while.

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[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

A Queen's Throne

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: face sitting- weight related insecurities (briefly), Thor

Genre: smut with a dash of fluff because Thor's a sweetie

Summary: Thor really wants you to sit on his face- despite your own reservations he's determined to make it happen

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"Y/n!" Your boyfriend yells as he enters the room.

"Yes Thor?" You glance up from your book to look at him.

"Hello my lady!" He smiles at you.

"Hello my love." You smile back. Sometimes you feel like you're dating a puppy dog, but you wouldn't trade him for anything.

"I have a request." Thor announces.

"And what might that request be my darling Thor?" You ask.

"I want to try something new, well new for you- maybe." He says.

"New for me?" You chuckle.

"Well yes, I'm a God pretty much anything you can think of wanting to try I've probably done it at least once." Thor shrugs.

"Right- so what's this thing you wanna try?" You ask him.

"It's related to cunnilingus." He tells you, sitting on the bed.

"That's- not, Thor you do that every time we have sex that's not new nor is it really a request."

"Yes I know  but I'd like to try it with you on top." He says. Your face furrows in confusion for a moment before realization dawns on you.

"Oh! No. Absolutely not. We aren't doing that Thor." You shake your head profusely.

"I don't understand. Why not?" Thor frowns.

"Why not!? Thor, I would suffocate you." You scoff.

"Suffocate me? Oh for Odin's sake- I'm a God y/n. You can't kill me. And if you could, well death between your thighs isn't the worst way to go." He shrugs.

"Thor!" You laugh. Thor climbs on top of you, holding himself up by his arms.

"That wasn't a joke, but anyway, I'd like to try it." He says.

"Thor I am way too big for this kind of shit." You scoff. Thor peppers your throat with kisses as he dismisses your protests.

"Oh please, I've fucked you against walls, in the shower, on countertops- if your weight were to ever be a problem this would certainly not be high on the list of difficult acts. Besides, I love the way you look. You know that." He smiles at you.

"You're not going to drop this, are you?" You sigh.

"You know I won't." He says.

"Fine. If this is something you really want- we can try it." You say. Thor leans back and claps.

"Perfect! Strip and get up here." He rolls over onto his back.

"Oh we're doing this now?" You ask.

"Yes. Don't make me tell you again." He tells you. You huff out a laugh almost in disbelief but still, you stand up and discard your hoodie and panties. You climb onto the bed and over him, hovering above his chest.

"Are you sure about this Thor?" You ask once more.

"Y/n, whatever your concerns are I promise you nothing bad will happen. You trust me, don't you darling?"

"Of course I do. More than anything."

"Then trust that you have nothing to worry about." Thor says. With one last calming breath, you shuffle forward until you're hovering over his mouth. His arms quickly loop around your thighs and force you down onto his face. His tongue immediately slides between your folds and you can't help but jerk at the feeling. He holds you against him as he laves your clit with attention, pressing harshly against the bundle of nerves with vigorous circles and sharp flicks, moaning at the taste of you.

"S-shit Thor." You lean forward to brace yourself using the headboard, feeling your orgasm build rapidly. Thor can tell too, his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks harshly on it. You can't help the scream that comes out as your hips thrash against him. Thor doesn't let up even your orgasm crashes into you with a moan of his name. His tongue continues to lap at your sensitive clit relentlessly as your body struggles to choose between grinding further into him and moving away from the sharp pleasure that has you hurtling towards another orgasm quickly.

"T-Thor- p-please." You whimper, your hands threading through his hair as he holds you in place. You're not even sure what you're begging for when you tug at the blonde locks between your fingers. The action causes him to let out a growl that vibrates against your core, sending you into another orgasm.

Still, Thor doesn't ease up on you, determined to make you cum again on his tongue. "Thor- w-wait- 's too much. Fuck I-" your words are slurred and broken up by sobs as he continues to lap to your juices eagerly.

"Come on darling, cum again for me." He says against you, his talking offers a fleeting moment of reprieve before he's lapping at you again.

"Ca-c- can't."

"You can and you will." He says looking up at you fiercely. Thor increases the pressure against your clit, forcing you over the edge for the third time, your body tensing up before relaxing completely as Thor coaxes you through it, his tongue now lazily rubbing against your swollen bundle of nerves. Finally, when the aftershocks wear off, Thor unlocks his arms and you shuffle down far enough to kiss him breathlessly. You can taste yourself on his lips and you can't help but moan at the mix.

"Fuck Thor, what're you trying to do drain my life force through my vagina?" You joke, struggling to get the words out as you try to catch your breath.

"Of course not. But I do love watching you orgasm. it's addicting, like a drug." Thor says as you kiss down his jaw.

"A drug huh." You hum.

"Yes, that aside, you looked good looked sitting on my face you know. Like a queen on her throne." Thor observes.

"Only you would make such a comparison." You laugh against his chest.

"Maybe- but it's true. I could stare at you like that all day. I think we should do it that way from now on." He says.

"I don't know about from now on, but we can do it more often if you'd really like." You say.

"I would really like." He says.

"Fine, but in the meantime- I would really like to return the favor." You say kissing down his abdomen.

"By all means darling. Yours for the taking." Thor winks at you as you tug his shorts down his legs mouth watering at the sight of him. Thor has always been more interested in giving than receiving but he'd be a fool to turn down a blowjob from you. After all, you do it so well, and you enjoy it - and who is he to stop you from doing something you enjoy.

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[peterrparrkerr]

Aliens made them do it - read on ao3

Second card is officially done!! I'll be posting the masterlist tomorrow and will start posting the third bingo card in August!

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Peter doesn't cry. He doesn't. Not when he's separated from Tony and the others, and not when Ronan presses the barrel of an alien blaster to his head.

He didnt cry, because he knew this was a possible outcome to staying on the ship. He knew that there was a possibility that this would happen.

He told Tony he thought this through, and he had.

But damn was he terrified. He shook with fear and cold, on his knees. They'd stripped him of his suit, leaving him in his boxers. He knew space was cold, but he never expected it to be like this.

"They're recruiting young, I see," Ronan hummed, walking around Peter's hunched and trembling form. "They must be desperate."

"I'm stronger than I look," Peter said, putting on a brave face. He was going to die anyway. He wanted to die like Spiderman, not like Peter Parker.

"I'm sure," Ronan hummed. He finishes his lap around Peter before standing in front of him. "Has anyone told you what exactly you were up against before throwing you to the lions?"

The barrel of the gun presses under Peter's chin, forcing him to crane his neck. He swallows thickly, blinking rapidly against frightened tears.

"Something as tiny and fragile as you must know you stand no chance against the almighty Thanos," Ronan continued, not giving Peter a chance to answer -not that he would.

"Its a suicide mission," the blue alien continued. "One that landed you in my grasp, and no closer to Thanos.

"And what to do with you," Ronan hummed, looking deep in thought for a moment. Peter felt his mouth grow dry.

Aunt May would never know what happened to him. He'd leave her all alone. And what happened if none of the other Avengers could stop him?

Would she be one of the ones killed by Thanos? Or would she be left behind. Left wondering if Peter was alive somewhere or gone like the rest of half the population. Peter didn't know which was worse.

"Killing you would be a waste," Ronan continued, oblivious to Peter's inner turmoil. "I'm sure we could find some way to entertain ourselves, hmm?"

Peter's first thought was torture, and he felt his breath hitching. It made Ronan grin, dark teeth juxtaposing against his blue skin.

"Oh, yes, I have the perfect thing for you and your little friends."

Peter tried not to shout when Ronan grabbed him by the hair, but he tugged Peter from his knees, and he couldn't help it.

Peter gripped Ronan's wrist, wincing and whimpering as he was half dragged across the floor.

"I've always wondered how humans worked," Ronan mused. "And now I've got four of them."

"Please-" Peter gasped wetly, tears burning his eyes. Ronan takes him into a dark room and yanks him forward before dropping him.

Peter falls onto his chest, not having enough to catch himself. He coughs as he gets his hands under him, pushing himself off the ground.

A heavy boot lands on his back and shoves him back down, and Peter grunts, scrambling to get up off the floor.

"Now now, no need to make a fuss," Ronan murmured, voice deep. "Bring in the sarcastic one. Take the other two humans and have fun."

"No!" Peter shouted. "Le-leave them alone-"

He's cut off when the boot grinds down on his shoulder blade. He winces, chest heaving as two other blue aliens leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Its best you behave, human," Ronan presses, leaning over Peter, putting more weight on Peter's back. "Your behavior from here on out determines how fast you and your friends die at my hand."

Peter chokes on a sharp exhale, tears spilling over his eyelashes.

It doesn't take long for the doors to open again, and Peter can hear Tony, grumbling and digging himself into a hole, like always.

"Ah, just who we were waiting for," Ronan said cheerfully. "Come join us."

Peter lays on the floor under Ronan's boot, knowing he wasn't strong enough to buck him off.

Tony comes into his line of sight, and he looks pissed. Thdyd taken his suit too, though he had a track suit on underneath.

Peter stupidly wondered if Tony would make his suit able to hide clothes as well -so he didnt have to go around in his boxers- before remembering there wouldn't be a chance to.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked, eyeing Peter. Peter could only nod.

Ronan removed his boot before bending down and grabbing Peter by the hair.

Peter yelped and scrambled to his feet, and Tony took a step forward, face contortions in rage before two other Kree grabbed him by the arms.

"Humans are so strange," Ronan hummed, pulling Peter in close by his hair. Peter held onto his wrist, wincing and stumbling as he was guided around. "Your customs and traditions have always been odd, though I've never seen them practiced."

Peter whimpers as Ronan draws his head back, exposing his neck. He looks down at Peter just as Peter feels cold metal press into his throat.

"Leave him alone," Tony demands. Peter can't see him, but he knows from the scuffle that he'd tried to charge at them again but was held back. "I swear to God, you kill him and I'll blow this ship to pieces."

Ronan chuckled, eyes alit with amusement. "I'm not going to hurt him yet," Ronan promised.

"Not until I see you fuck him."

Peter's eyes widen at that.

"Fuck you," Tony snapped. Ronan laughed. "No fucking way am I going to do-"

"Either you fuck him, or I kill you where you stand," Ronan growled, aiming the alien tech towards Tony.

"Do it," Tony growled back. "I'm not scared of you."

"No?" Ronan asked. Peter lets out a desperate sob, trembling against the alien. "He seems pretty scared of me."

Peter can't help flinching when the alien blaster is pressed back into his throat.

Ronan then leans down, dark purple tongue poking out between darker teeth. Peter cries out, struggling against his hold as the alien licks a strip up Peter's cheek, from jaw up to his eyebrow.

"Fuckin- leave him alone!" Tony nearly screams. Peter manages to turn his head, but it tightens the hold Ronan has on his hair.

"Fuck him, or I will," Ronan demanded. "And I wont be nice about it."

Peter doesn't think his knees will hold him much longer. He openly cries, breath heaving in his chest.

"You can't-" Peter gasped out.

"Oh, but I can," Ronan said. "Do you think your fragile human body can handle me, little one?"

Peter chokes on a sob, struggling in his hold a little more as Ronan licks at his jaw again.

"I've heard humans tear so easily," Ronan continues, loud enough for Tony to hear over Peter's crying. "Poor thing might die before I even get a chance to fuck him properly."

"Fine!" Tony shouted. "Fine, alright, I'll do it- just- just let him go."

Ronan smiles against Peter's skin, and he's suddenly released. Peter almost drops to the floor, but he catches himself and rushes from the alien, into Tony's chest.

The older man is quick to hold him tight, hashing Peter and holding him tight.

"I'm waiting," Ronan called. "Entertain me."

Peter buries his face deeper into Tony's chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

"Pete," Tony winces, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Peter shakes his head, sobbing breathlessly. He doesn't fight him when Tony pulls him to the floor, the whole time apologizing over and over.

"Just- just lay down, Peter," Tony murmurs, his own hands shaking. "Close your eyes."

Peter sobs as he lays on the cold ground, body stiff and vision blurry.

He can see Ronan and the two other Kree watching them, sitting and smirking together. Peter tries so hard to calm his crying, but it seems to make it worse.

Tony takes Peter's boxers off, kneeling between his legs.

Peter covers himself with his hands, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," Tony murmured, leaning over him. Peter can't look as Tony takes himself out of his pants.

He's never prayed for death before now. He sobs and begs for this not to happen, for Ronan to just kill them and get this over with.

"I'm sorry."

Its the last thing Tony says before pressing into him. Peter arches, a strangled cry forced past his lips.

He can hear the Kree laughing, egging Tony on. Peter sobs as Tony presses all the way in, lowering himself.

Peter realizes he's hiding Peter as best he can, resting on his elbows. Peter wraps his arms around Tony's neck, burying his nose into his shoulder as Tony thrusts into him.

It lasts forever. He knows neither of them are enjoying it. But Peter knows why Tony's doing this. Knows why he chose to do it instead of letting Ronan.

And Peter can't help but love him for it. But he hates him too. Hates that the two of them are in this position.

Mostly he hates himself. He should've listened when Tony told him to go home. If he had just stayed on the bus, Tony and Dr. Strange might've gotten away.

"I'm so so sorry, Peter," Tony whispered against Peter's ear. He sounded wrecked, broken and disgusted with himself.

Peter whimpers against his shoulder as he's fucked into the cold floor.

"Its okay," he manages through his crying. "Its okay, its okay."

Tony just shakes his head, exhaling wetly against him.

Peter feels his balls tighten up, and he hates himself. He sobs and closes his eyes, hiding his face against Tony seconds before he cums.

"Shh, shh," Tony hushes, holding Peter tight. "I've got you."

But Peter knows he doesn't. Not really. He's just as defenseless as Peter is. They're trapped in space with aliens just slightly less villainous than Thanos himself.

He has to bite back a mewling sob as Tony cums moments later, painting Peter's inner walls in warm semen.

He doesn't stay attached to Peter for longer than needed. Peter's boxers are pulled back on and then Tony is pulling Peter into a seated position.

"There, you happy?" Tony snapped, hugging Peter to his chest. Peter trembles against him, burying his face in Tony's track suit.

"Very," Ronan hums. "Take them back to their cages. I might want to play with them a little later."

Peter can't stop crying when they're locked in their small four by four cage. Hes leaning against the bars, knees drawn up and arms holding his legs tightly.

Tony's on the other side, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Stephen and Quill's cage is still empty to the left of them, but to the right, Drax and Mantis sit. Peter can't even look at them.

Can't look at Tony.

He tucks his face into his knees and lets the sobs wrack his body, shoulders shaking with each shuddering breath.

[bbrandy2002]

Fool’s Rush In

Part 10

I’m participating in @wackydrabbles​ prompt 71 “Dont be stubborn. Try it.”

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Liam and Riley

Thanks @burnsoslow​ for beta reading and pretty much having to drag me across the finish line, as well as all the weeks and weeks of listening to me whine and pity myself.  And @emkay512​ for pre-reading and your encouraging words late Monday that made my whole night.

a/n: this is crack, plain and simple. I haven’t written since mid-october; just been paralyzed with fear over my own writing and this is my practice run and basically the best I could come up with. I’m going to try so so hard to finish this series

The new royal couple, fresh off their Vegas flight, stepped up to a makeshift podium the press had created on the tarmac. It was packed tightly with news station microphones crammed in every nook and cranny, one on top of the other. Voice recorders were spread across its surface, and the crown's private jet served as the backdrop. A bevy of frenzied reporters -- domestic and international -- pushed and elbowed their way into one another in hopes of getting the closest shot of the newlyweds and a chance to have their questions answered first.

“King Liam! Is the marriage binding?”

“How long have you known, Miss Brooks?”

“Were you trying to make a political statement by having a hooker at the ceremony?”

“Your Majesty! Will the monkey be joining your court soon?”

So many questions, most followed by laughter and snickers directed at the King and his bride.

Liam frowned as his eyes dashed side to side in a diligent effort to understand the literally thousands of questions that were lobbed at him all at once. He blinked rapidly as one flash of a camera after the next blinded and bleached his vision. Just as it would return to normal, another successive set of flashes would set him back again.

He had been a part of news conferences since he was a child, when he would watch his late father speak from different parts of the world, near and far, about this policy or that deal. Yet this was different. This was not only the biggest breaking story in Cordonia -- or even Europe -- but one that had swept the world. 

His drunken actions two nights ago, no doubt, would have created a stir; however, it was Maxwell's post on Instagram of the ceremony that now made him tabloid fodder. Everyone knew about the king who was married by his own brother and an Elvis impersonator, the leg-humping monkey that served as a ring bearer, and the chain-smoking, tube-top-wearing prostitute who was the maid of honor. As confident as Liam had been that he could handle this, as he'd dealt with so many other stories of intrigue regarding the monarchy, he couldn't dispel the twisting feeling that burrowed deep into the pit of his stomach.

Maybe Madeleine was right: he had become a laughingstock. A failure. Just one big fuck up.

As much as he hated to hear the things said about him, he could deal with it. In the morning, he would call Prince Harry to swap stories, survival tips, and perhaps share a good laugh about it.

It was just ...

Liam felt Riley's tiny hand grip his a little tighter. He wouldn't blame her one bit if his little pussycat turned around and headed back up the steps to the jet and returned to Las Vegas. The only thing Liam wanted to do was keep her shielded from the hurtful comments and insensitive questions. But to his astonishment, she stood there with all the feigned confidence in the world, flashing a big, beaming smile that lit his heart on fire, while staring back at him affectionately. She was handling the situation better than she was before they stepped off the plane. He knew she was doing it for him. God, she just makes everything better. 

Feeling a little more grounded and in control, Liam returned her smile. A touch of radiance sparkled between his eyes and hers, as if it were some sort of unspoken conversation only they understood. Riley knew exactly what he needed at that moment to rise above this scandal they were both being raked over the coals for: He needed her to be okay.

Raising his free hand to calm the crowd so that he might address their concerns, he noticed the press' attention and cameras suddenly shift away from him and into the distance. Murmurs and chatter soon erupted. Naturally, Liam's gaze followed suit -- towards a group of heavily-armed soldiers heading their way. They wore white hazmat uniforms and had self-contained breathing apparatus and personal protective equipment. Leading the charge was a well-dressed gentleman in a three-piece suit with a shiny bald head that glistened with heavy perspiration. 

He walked like he hadn't shit in weeks.

Liam squinted and lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the bright sunlight. “The hell is that?”

Riley inched closer to Liam and clasped his suit jacket. "What's happening right now? Who are all those people, Liam?"

Liam's forehead creased in puzzlement; he didn't know. Wrapping his arms protectively around Riley, he pulled her even closer but never answered the question. It wasn't until the uniformed men stopped briefly and pointed to Drake, who was standing with his arms crossed at the bottom of the stairs, that it suddenly became clear who they were looking for.

Reporters and onlookers had been so focused on Liam’s return with the American woman, they hadn’t noticed that the brooding Walker had exited the jet last among their posse. Just as everyone had watched replays and snippets of Maxwell’s Instagram video, they were also fully aware the King’s best friend wasn’t exactly returning to Cordonia … healthy … thanks to Maxwell’s Tik Tok sing-along. 

A video Drake Walker had no clue existed. 

 The crowd began to disperse in fear and panic. If men in hazmat suits were needed, they could only assume this went well beyond your casual, run-of-the-mill STD.

Still in no mood to play around, Drake started yelling obscenities and gradually backing away from the hazmat brigade that was closing in on him like a cheetah at a water buffalo hole. 

"Mr. Walker," a heavily echoed voice called out, sounding oddly reminiscent of Darth Vader through their breathing contraption, "we need you to come with us."

"The fuck I do." Drake shook his head emphatically while continuing to slide away from them. "I'll beat the shit out of all of ya if you so much as touch me."

"Now, Mr. Walker, don't be stubborn. Try it, and you'll find yourself with a nice little tranquilizer to the ass. Are you going to come with us willingly, or do we have to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"

Drake stood motionless in disbelief. "I don't even know what you guys want or what you think I did," he squawked with a hint of desperation in his tone.

"Tough titties. SEIZE HIM!"

With that order, Drake twisted on the heels of his boots and took off, dodging and weaving away from a bunch of men he had no clue why were even after him. 

He had a pretty good hunch, though, who set this chain of events in motion.

The bald guy in a three-piece suit walked up to Liam and flipped his badge open. "Your Majesty?"

Liam nodded, not bothering to acknowledge the man's credentials. "I am. What is the meaning of all this? What the hell are you doing with Drake?"

"Sir, if you will, it has come to our attention that Mr. Walker is a public health risk and highly contagious. We will have to secure him into our custody at once."

Liam scrunched up his face in utter confusion and stared back at the official before responding, “He just has case of crabs, syphilis, herpes, genital warts, gonorrhea, and chlamydia. You’re treating him like he’s about to start some damn worldwide pandemic. Without sexual contact and with heavy doses of medications and creams, Drake should be able to live a normal life like anyone else. So, as the ruler of this country, I am ordering your men to stand down at once.”

“My apologies, King Liam, but my orders come from the World Health Organization and the United Nations. You'll need to take this up with them. Dr. Wolfschitz was clear on the protocol."

"Dr. Wolfschitz?" Liam questioned as realization quickly set in. He twisted around to face Leo, who had this enormous shit-eating grin, the likes he'd never seen on him before. "You? You did this?"

“Walker messed with the wrong bull, little bro.” Leo stuck up his pointer fingers on both sides of his head with a menacing scowl and smugness in his tone. “Now he gets the horns.”

Liam swatted away one of Leo's finger horns. “This is serious, Leo. Not everything is a joke! You're going to fix this, NOW!"

Leo placed a comforting hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, patting it a few times before speaking softly to him. “Look, I know you’re upset right now. You two were very close. But the Drakester is going to a far better place. There’s a big open field and everything where he can run and play all day with others just like him. And all the meaty bones he can eat too … lucky bastard.”

Riley had to bury her face in Liam’s chest to prevent the laugh that threatened to escape, but the bobbing of her shoulders was something she couldn’t hide. 

“NOW, Leo!” 

Leo tried to hold his ground but was too weak to resist the impatient glare Liam was burning into his soul. After a brief moment, he rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Why ya gotta be such a dillhole, Liam? Do you realize you get rattled faster than a two-tit turtle on a tightrope? It's really not your best quality, little brother, but we can work on that." Annoyed, Liam rubbed a hand over his eyes and groaned as his brother continued, "Either way, Father always said, ‘if you can't help your fellow man out, you might as well become one of the Walkers.’ Truer words were never spoken so eloquently.”  Leo raised his eyes to the heavens thoughtfully before thinking better of it and lowered them toward the ground. "May you rest in peace, Father," he shouted.

As Leo trotted off to speak with Bald Dude to confess his false claim, Bastien helped guide Liam and Riley through the rambunctious swarm of reporters and spectators. Once they reached the limo, Liam helped Riley inside as Maxwell rounded the vehicle and climbed in on the other side. Pausing for a moment before sliding in, the King placed his hands on top of the open door of the limo and turned one last time to check on his friend. He swallowed hard over the guilt of leaving him behind. As His Majesty watched in horror, Drake took a tranquilizer dart to the back of the thigh and Bastien insisted the area was a security threat, shoving him inside. They would send another car to transport Drake and Leo back to the palace. 

Bastien stomped on the gas pedal and sped off, kicking up dirt and smoke as the tires peeled and squealed against the fiery Cordonian asphalt.

When they passed through the airport's security gate, a small motorcade following closely behind, Liam finally lifted his head, his eyes growing wide when he realized what just happened: Bastien's shove had sent Liam flying across the seat to land face-first into a lap — her lap. 

He stayed frozen in place, unable to look anywhere but the two slender, bronzed legs peeking out below the hem of his new wife's dress. 

Riley lifted an eyebrow, a slight grin dangling from her plush pink lips. "Something you wanna say, Your Majesty?"

Everything that had just happened in the 15 minutes since they landed was long forgotten. Drake who? Liam glanced up with a devilish smirk. "Welcome to Cordonia, Pussycat."

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[bumblesimagines]

Forever Yours

Part 3

Request: Yes or No

Just wanna say that how Malachai is acting is NOT healthy and if a partner/friend/family member is acting like him sit down and talk with them, leave the situation/relationship/friendship, or both. It's toxic and borderline abuse.

Malachai didn't last a day. The mere thought of (Y/N) being with someone else sent him overboard. He hated it. His heart sped up, not with love or fear but with anger. Malachai stayed seated on the bed, tapping his foot. He looked up when (Y/N) entered and stood up, pulling him into a tight hug. He wanted Sweet Pea's touch and scent off.

"Malachai?" (Y/N) sounded confused. Malachai pulled back, kissing him roughly and somewhat aggressively. (Y/N) pushed him back easily with one hand.

"What the fuck is up with you?" He asked.

"I don't want you seeing that fucking kid." (Y/N) let out a snort though his smile dropped when he realized Malachai was serious.

"We've been over this already, Mal. I'm not gonna let you boss me around-" Malachai pushed him against the door and kissed him again, keeping him pinned there. (Y/N) tried pushing and shoving him off but Malachai wasn't nudging. He left (Y/N)'s slightly bloody lips and trailed kisses to his neck, keeping his knee between his leg to stop him from squirming.

"Malachai, fucking stop already!" (Y/N) huffed. Malachai bit down causing the male to hiss lightly when Malachai drew specks of blood.

"The next time you even look at him, I'll make you watch me carve his tongue out." Malachai growled in his ear and moved back, heading over to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. (Y/N) stared at the door, heart rapidly beating and eyes wide. Malachai had never acted out like that. He was usually sweet, cuddly, and submissive. (Y/N) rubbed the spot where Malachai had drawn blood, cringing when it stung. It would leave a very obvious mark. He swallowed, pushing himself away from the door and walking towards the bed. He lied down, facing away from the bathroom. (Y/N)'s thoughts raced. Malachai had always been a bit possessive but he had never hurt or scared (Y/N) before. He heard the water stop and the door opened moments later. (Y/N) felt the bed shift and arms wrapped around him. Malachai gently kissed the spot he had bruised and left softer, more gentler love bites on his neck.

"I'm not in the mood."

"But I am." Malachai mumbled against his skin. (Y/N) frowned. He didn't like the sound of that.

"I'm taking a shower." (Y/N) said, climbing out of bed.

"Don't close the door." Malachai crossed his arms, watching him. (Y/N) hesitated but closed the door, locking it. He looked in the mirror, seeing the red bruise already turning a light purple. He sighed softly, turning on the water.

The following week was hell. Malachai barely let (Y/N) leave the house and instead sent Isla, a pregnant girl, to speak with the Serpents. Fear quickly turned into annoyance. Malachai did what he pleased, sometimes hurting (Y/N) in the process. (Y/N) was over it.

"You know... Red is a pretty color on you." Malachai said, finger tracing over yet another bruise on (Y/N)'s skin. (Y/N) looked at him.

"Yeah, black and blue would look fantastic on your face." (Y/N) replied. Malachai blinked, looking at him.

"What?" He asked, voice turning soft.

"You've been acting like a real jackass." (Y/N) huffed. Malachai frowned.

"You were asking for it." (Y/N) scoffed, sitting up.

"Are you fucking serious? You don't hurt someone you love. You don't sleep with someone if they don't wanna sleep with you. I shouldn't have to tell you these things, you're a grown man." (Y/N) sneered. Malachai watched him, eyes filled with different emotions.

"You don't love me, Mal. I'm just some sick fantasy of yours that came true. I'm tired of this, I'm tired of us." (Y/N) slid out of him, picking up his clothes.

"(N/N), wait." He heard sheets rustling as Malachai stood. Arms wrapped around his waist, keeping him planted there.

"Don't leave me, please. You're not a fantasy, (N/N). I can't live without you. You're all I think about." Malachai sniffled and (Y/N) could feel the tears.

"If you want, I-I'll tell you how much I love you until I can't." Malachai sounded like a child. (Y/N) clenched his jaw, sighing softly. He turned around and hugged Malachai, comforting him. (Y/N) knew it was a dumb move but if Malachai thought he could get away with hurting him again, he had another thing coming.

[willgayers]

50 and 36 cheating fic

wtf guys this made me so sad that i had to end it with fluff because i cant go to bed after writing something like this????warnings; swearing , alcohol , anxiety attack (mention of sex???)

send me 3 lil words for reddie !!! 

“Eddie, I am so, so, so sor—”

“Shut up.”

The couple was standing inside the living room of Eddie’s house. The night had started out just like any other regular Friday night the losers club usually had these days, being in their age of 17 now; which also meant, a lot of parties and underage drinking.

This usually always meant Richie getting shit-faced and Eddie having to cut the fun he was having to look after his drunk of a boyfriend; but that one night, that one goddamn night he thought to himself that he’d let Richie slip; let him have one night where he can seriously let loose without his boyfriend breathing to his neck the whole time and telling him to slow it down.

He shouldn’t have done it.

Because now, he’d found his boyfriend on top of some random brunette girl; and it was a good thing that the party was thrown by Eddie’s next door neighbor, so Eddie could immediately storm home— but obviously Richie rushed after him.

“Baby, please, just let me explain—” Richie slurred, taking a drunken step towards Eddie who stepped away immediately, Richie reaching out towards thin air now. His feet failed him and he fell on the sofa next to him.

Eddie shook his head, snorting.

“You’re fucking wasted.” He said.

“Eddie, please— it–” hiccup. “It didn’t mean anything!”

“If it didn’t mean anything then why’d you have to do it?” Eddie asked, throat tightening from the sob that was trying to escape from him.

“Because I was drunk, okay?!” Richie blurted out. “And Melanie, she, she was just there, and it all just happened so quick—”

“Oh so now she has a name too?” Eddie raised his brows, speaking rapidly, getting angry now.

“Yeah. It’s Melanie.” Richie said, clearly not understanding, eyes blinking lazily.

Eddie stared at him before letting out an angry laugh.

“You’re so full of shit, Richie!” He raised his voice.

“Don’t say that,” Richie mumbled, shaking his head.

“Why not?!” Eddie blurted out. “It’s the fucking truth!”

“I’m sorry,” Richie whined out.

“I don’t care!” Eddie shouted at him. “You fucking cheated on me!”

“It was an accident!” Richie was getting desperate.

“An accident?!” Eddie spat. “So did you fall and accidentally push your dick inside her?!”

“Please don’t yell at me,” Richie was shaking his head, his gaze down at the floor.

“I— I— I can’t believe you’d do this to me!” Eddie blurted out, hands throwing in the air. “I’ve literally done nothing but fucking looked out for you, I’ve been there for you every fucking night when your parents went crazy on you, whenever you’re too drunk— this was my fucking fault, I shouldn’t have left you alone, if was my fault—”

“Eddie—! It was not your fault, okay?!” Richie blurted out, stumbling up from the couch and walking over to Eddie. “I’m so fucking sorry Eddie, I’m so sor—”

“No!” Eddie shouted. “Don’t take a fucking step closer to me, do you hear me?!”

“But Eds—”

“No! No!” Eddie’s voice was almost a shriek. “I’m not your fucking Eds— I, fuck, I hate you, Richie!”

It seemed like the time stopped in that house— the words still burning in Eddie’s mouth; Richie just staring at him blankly, trying to process what he’d just heard— to him, frankly, the whole world just stopped.

“You– you hate me?” Richie uttered out.

Eddie was breathing heavily through his nostrils; them widening and opening with his breaths; and there were tears on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Eddie finally said. “I hate you.”

Richie stared at him, not saying anything, only shaky breaths leaving his lips, before suddenly his knees gave up from underneath him and he fell to the floor.

Eddie’s eyes widened at the sight of him, as sobs started leaving Richie.

“FUUUUUCK!” He shouted out, grabbing on to his hair and starting to tug on it. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, FUCK!”

He was cursing out, rocking himself back and forth, as Eddie was staring at him in shock.

This was not the outcome he’d expected.

“SHIT, FUCK, FUCKING SHIT!” Richie just went on and on, ugly sobs leaving from his lips between every word.

Eddie couldn’t bear looking at him anymore; so he kneeled down to in front of him and grabbed him by the face, trying to get him to calm down.

“Hey, hey— Richie, Richie!” Eddie blurted out. “Calm down!”

“NO!” Richie yelled, his voice raspy. “No—!”

“Rich—” Eddie was trying to pull Richie’s hands off of his curly hair, but he was fighting back. “RICHIE!”

The dark haired boy finally gave in, Eddie’s hands now wrapped around his wrists as he stared at the boy in front of him through blurry sight.

“What the fuck was that—?” Eddie breathed out at him.

“Please don’t leave me,” Richie said with a shaky voice.

“Richi—”

“Please,” Richie sobbed. “Please, I need you, I can't— I can't— I—”

He was still hyperventilating from the crying.

“Richie, calm down,” Eddie said, giving his wrists a gentle squeeze. “Breathe. Breathe.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down and breathe when you fucking hate me?!” Richie blurted out, eyes squeezing shut as tears rolled down his cheeks and he dropped his head.

And as Eddie watched him, he felt something in his stomach turn around.

“I don’t hate you,” he said.

“That’s a lie,” Richie sniffed. “You just fucking said that you do. Twice.”

“Yeah, because I was angry,” Eddie said. “But I… seeing you like this—”

“Should only g–give you more the reason to h-hate me,” Richie’s words were interrupted by the heavy muffled sobs from his chest as he tried to hold his crying, his head hanging low.

“Why?” Eddie frowned.

“Cause I’m s-such a fucking p-pussy ass b-b-bitch.” He was still trying to choke his sobs. “And I d-d-do not d-deserve y-you.”

“Okay, can you just let the sobs out? You sound like fucking Bill.” Eddie snapped, and Richie let out a mix of a chuckle and a sob.

“I’m so sorry, Eds,” Richie cried, lifting his head back up to face him. “I… I don't—” hiccup. “–deserve you. I don’t deserve any of you— not even one fucking stray of your hair.”

“You’re right about that,” Eddie agreed.

Richie swallowed, his crying now starting to calm down.

“But you’re… are you still gonna…?” Richie didn’t know what words to use.

“Break up with you?” Eddie asked.

The curly haired boy gave a careful nod.

“No,” Eddie said, and Richie started to smile.

“But if you fuck up—!” Eddie raised a warning finger up, and Richie shook his head vigorously.

“I swear. I won’t.” He said.

Eddie stared at him and then nodded.

“Can I kiss you now?” Richie asked.

“I’m still pretty angry at you.” Eddie said.

Richie sighed, but nodded understandingly as he glanced away.

“Don’t ever do that again.” Eddie just said, and Richie turned his gaze back to him.

“Do what?” He asked.

“Whatever— that was,” Eddie said, nodding at him, talking about Richie’s little scene.

Richie looked confused.

“It was fucking terrifying.” Eddie mumbled.

“I won’t do it if you don’t fucking tell me you hate me,” Richie said and Eddie stared at him for a moment before snorting.

“Fair enough.” Eddie said.

“Like seriously, what were you thinking? That was cold.” Richie said.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie said. “But you did sleep with Melanie.”

“Who?” Richie tilted his head, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile, which brought a smile to Richie’s lips too.

“See? I’m not gonna fuck up this time.” Richie said.

“Fine.” Eddie murmured.

“Still mad?” Richie flashed him a lazy full-teeth smile.

“Yup,” Eddie said and got up, Richie getting up with him.

“Was worth a try.” Richie shrugged.

They were now in Eddie’s bed, about to start sleeping, when Richie spoke.

“Hey Eds, can you put my glasses to your night table?” Richie asked.

“Okay,” Eddie mumbled and turned to his side from his stomach, turning his head slightly around so that he could see Richie and grab the glasses from him, but instead soon felt Richie’s lips on his for a soft, quick kiss.

“Like I was actually gonna let you sleep without a goodnight kiss.” Richie snorted, leaning over Eddie to put his glasses to the night table by himself.

“Such a jackass.” Eddie rolled his eyes, but as he felt Richie’s hand wrap around him, a smile rose up to his face.

And then they fell asleep, knowing that even though the night didn’t exactly turn out to be a blast; there was no one else in the entire world that they’d rather fall asleep with. 

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