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'I was terrified': Skiers need to be rescued after chairlift malfunction at Poley Mountain

When Angie Titus of Hampton, N.B., agreed to don skis for the first time in 17 years, she didn’t anticipate being evacuated from a chairlift. But that’s what happened Friday at Poley Mountain.

from CBC | New Brunswick News https://ift.tt/YqObevE

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Me, fretting because I talked to HR about Stuff: .... Me, subsequently getting to go home on the earlier bus from now on and never having to worry about my coworkers not doing any of their shit and not having to do it for them ever again: !!!! My manager and I both sharing stories about being in management and having workers coming in drunk or on drugs on us: alfjdoihhaoihgoi My manager giving me a bottle of the homebrew beer he and his wife made: what is reality.

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What Should You Pack for a Skiing Trip?

Planning a skiing trip can be thrilling, but knowing what you should pack for a skiing trip can make the difference between a smooth, enjoyable experience and one riddled with inconveniences. From the snowy slopes to the cozy après-ski moments, packing the right gear ensures you’re prepared for every aspect of the adventure. Whether you’re a seasoned skier or a first-timer hitting the mountains,…

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Just Like Old Times (Price x Reader + poly141)

Pairing: Reader x Price (& Reader x 141) Rated: Mature Word count: 2.9k Summary: A cottage in the snow. A Captain you knew in another life. His rugged and attractive men. Will you let them into your life? Note: This is a fic I wrote for @literatecowboy for the Secret Santa event organized by @bunnyreaper! I tried to make something soft and sweet and it's taking place during the winter, it's not smutty but if you like it, I can make a part 2 with some action 👀

EDIT: we have a PART 2!!

Content: ex-military!fem!reader, mention of food & alcohol, a little bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff, smoking, flirting, praise kink, sharing body heat

MASTERLIST // PART 2

It had been Laswell’s idea. 

The team needs to be ready for snow conditions, do whatever you think is best. You have 3 weeks. And I’m talking extreme weather, Price, not a little trip to your local ski resort.

Those had been the instructions Kate had delivered to an unphased Price.

He knew it was only a matter of time before this kind of mission would be required from them. Of course, the men of the 141 have already trained in the cold of England, have seen and tested the winter gear. But Laswell is about to send them somewhere at the very East of Europe, and there is a small difference between surviving winter in London and surviving winter in places where the cold could kill you in minutes if you didn't have the proper equipment or knowledge. Over there, more than usual, tiny mistakes could have big consequences. And Price would rather not have his team freeze to death because of a lack of training. 

It’s December and the month is cold already. But it’s nothing compared to the cold Soap feels when he steps out of the helicopter. It’s like Price has picked the coldest place he knows in America. He’s pretty sure they are somewhere in Wyoming or Montana, the only thing he can see are mountains all around them. Spruce and fir trees sprawl in dark patches contrasting with the stark white of the snow covering everything. He crosses the large glade to reach the tree line, as the helicopter takes off, sending the fresh snow flying in every direction. The sky is a light gray, and while the whole scene is stunning - makes his head spin with equal awe and wonder thinking about nature’s force and brutal beauty - it means there is no sun to warm his face. 

“Come on soldiers, let’s move, we still have a two-hour hike to reach our B&B!”

“You mean someone will be there to make us breakfast Captain?” Soap chimes, unbridled joy coming through his voice at the prospect of warm home-made meals instead of MREs.

Price has a hard time hiding a smile as he starts walking on the thin winding path, only recognisable for those who know it’s there. ”There will be someone, but I’m not sure they will cook for you, Sergeant.”

Ghost lets out a dry chuckle and follows the steps of their Captain, leaving Soap and Gaz a bit puzzled.

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The sun is already setting when you hear loud voices outside, and soon after a series of knocks on your door. You’re a little stressed when you rise from the floor in front of your fireplace to go open the door. You have agreed to shelter those 4 soldiers for 3 entire weeks only as a favor to Price. An old acquaintance who saved your life, a decade earlier, before you left the field to heal your wounds - body and mind. The large wood cabin had been your home for a few years already. You keep it open for women like you, in need of time away from the world, although it’s pretty rare they come during winter time when the road is blocked by snow. It’s an old building, but well-kept and you made it as cozy as possible, all warm natural tones, plush carpets on dark wood floors, dark gray stones in the bathrooms. 

You welcome them with a soft smile, delighting in their surprise - seems like John had not told them he planned on using your cottage as a back-up base for this training expedition. John’s team members are not really what you expected: there is one Scott with a mohawk that seems simultaneously annoyed and happy to be there (he has terrific blue eyes), a young and calm brown-haired Brit (he’s really cute, like movie-star cute), and a behemoth with a literal skull mask (his size alone has your head spinning). You can’t complain about them though, as they are polite and friendly, praising your home - and for sure taking in the comfort and warmth one last time before heading off for days of rudimental camping in the icy woods. You don’t envy them, remembering that one mission you did in Siberia when you were still in active duty, that wasn’t really fun. They settle in their rooms easily and you all share a quick dinner you had cooked - except for the masked giant. The banter goes fast between them, especially after you offer them beers. You like being alone, but you have to admit they are fun to be around.

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The living room is silent and dark, the only light coming from the fireplace across your couch. After dinner, you had trouble finding sleep in your room, so you went to read a bit in front of the fire. But you must have dozed off, because you wake up suddenly, gasping, arms flailing, sitting up immediately. Your frantic eyes, wide open, scan the room for the reason of your awakening, survival instinct going overdrive. Someone is standing in your living room, frozen in place on their way to the front door. It’s the behemoth with the skull mask - the scariest of them all, of course.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he apologizes. In the darkness of the room, it looks like his jaw is not even moving beneath the dark fabric covering the lower half of his face, like the sound just pours out of him or like he’s speaking directly inside your head. He might actually, you’re not entirely convinced the giant is not some sort of supernatural being John brought back from a cursed battlefield. It’s unnerving to say the least. 

“I’m sorry, it- it happens sometimes, I can’t help it, my instinct thought you were a threat…” you blurt out before realizing you may have offended him in some way by implying he’s not worthy of your trust. But instead of scoffing, he lets out a thoughtful hum, lowering his head to look at his boots, almost sheepish. 

“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His voice is low, calm, and at the same time you can feel something else, sadness, maybe disappointment, in what or who, you’re not sure.

“Care for a smoke?” he offers after a beat of silence, nodding to the front door. You don’t smoke anymore, cut the nasty habit years ago. That’s why you don’t know what compels you to accept, but you’re not gonna be able to sleep now, so you follow him outside, grabbing your coat on the way. 

You half expect him to smoke through the mask, but he pushes the fabric up enough to reveal a strong jaw covered in light stubble, and plush lips. So he’s human after all. The slick and heavy storm lighter looks ridiculously small in his giant hand when he lights his cigarette. He takes a deep puff before handing it to you.

“Sorry, last one.”

Your fingers graze his, and you bring it to your lips to drag a small puff that immediately makes you cough.

“You ok?” he rasps, humor tilting the corner of his mouth upwards.

“Yeah, it’s been a while, that’s all” you provide. He hums in approval at your explanation. 

When you hand him the cigarette, you take a moment to look at his mouth, the way his throat works when he inhales, the way the silver smoke dances between his open lips and fades into the night sky. Something warms your gut when you realize his lips are set just where yours had been a few seconds ago. 

You don’t know what’s more attractive, this or the fact he doesn’t try to make conversation for the sake of it. He doesn’t bother to explain why he couldn’t sleep and felt the need to smoke at 3 in the morning. He knows you understand. You are just glad to bask in the soft noises of nature at night - wind in the threes, the hooting of an owl. Fuck, you’ve been alone up there for too long to thirst on John’s colleagues just like this, just a few hours after their arrival. You shake your head, driving out the thought, and take the cigarette again from his fingers.

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The next morning, you wake up pretty early after a short night, only to find one of them - the pretty one, Gaz - is already fixing coffee in your kitchen like he belongs there. You honestly could get used to this. The thin long sleeves of his shirt are doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath, rolling as he’s going about this mundane task of preparing breakfast. His kind eyes and soft voice when he asks for your choice of eggs makes your heart flutter with a yearning for this kind of intimate domesticity you had never really allowed yourself up until then. It’s kinda concerning, at this rate you’re gonna ask one - all? - of them to stay with you in your cottage instead of going back to whatever missions at the other end of the world. 

The rest of the day is not making you change your mind. Price had asked if anything needed their help around the house, and you gave them the tedious task of moving the gigantic pile of wood logs stocked at the other end of your garden closer to the house. It would have taken you days to do it by yourself. But by lunch time, the pile had dwindled to a fifth of what it was thanks to the hard work of the four men. The two younger ones were down to their long-sleeve compression shirts despite the cold, sleeves rolled up their elbows, showing off strong forearms, various scars slashing across the discreet swirls of black ink from old tattoos. Some disappear under the black gloves they are all sporting. Sweat plasters the fabric of their shirts to their shoulders and chests. You can’t deny they look fucking good. 

You had accepted Price’s demand without much after-thought, but now you couldn’t be more happy about it, ogling those four rugged men laboring away for you. Despite being older than his men, Price is far from looking bad. He’s built like a brick house, a healthy layer of fat covering muscles he’s been honing for two decades. Dark hair peaks from the open collar of his jacket, your eyes follow the line of the thin garment which is hugging his tapered waist, down to his thick thighs. Fuck. You remember what it was like to be close to him - literally and figuratively. He was your colleague, an equal, a couple years older than you but you shared the same rank. He was a mentor, a friend, a lover - only briefly, after that fateful mission where he saved your life on the field. You parted ways in good spirit after you announced that you wanted to retire, needed to get your head straight before committing to anything. Today, you ask yourself if maybe you could take this back from where you left it.

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You want to train with us today, love? Just like old times.

Price had asked you the question the next morning and you had not been hard to convince. It was more about being able to look at them than to train your body, but they didn’t need to know that. Even if you keep a pretty healthy lifestyle, you can’t compete with elite soldiers, and by the fourth set of push-ups, your arms are giving out. You’re about to stop and reach for your water bottle, when Price notices. 

“Come on, you can do five more, I’m sure!”

You groan in response, but you go back in position.

“Breathe, love. Back a little more straight. Elbows in. That’s it… Good.” 

Price’s deep voice is calm as he’s encouraging you, gently correcting your posture.

“Don’t look down, chin up. Perfect, you’re doing good.” he goes on, and you cheeks warm under his praise, enough to make you forget the stinging cold. Your whole body is clenched with the effort, you’re letting out little cries with each push-up, your muscles are hurting, but you want nothing more than to make the captain proud.

“Just one more. Done! You did great darling, I’m impressed.” 

He helps you get up on shaking legs and when you almost stumble, he secures you upright against his chest, keeps you there for two seconds more than he should for it to not look intentional. When you raise your head, you’re suddenly so close to his face, blue eyes staring down at you with a glint in them you can’t ignore. You reluctantly part before reaching for your water bottle again, playing coy.

The three others are not oblivious to the little game between you and Price. You notice how they exchange knowing looks and little smiles whenever you both interact. Worst, they also seem to pick up on your love for being praised and soon enough they take every excuse to whisper how good your aim still is during target training, or how smart you are for knowing everything about the local fauna during your afternoon hike. It never sounds like they’re mocking you though, never feels like it’s not genuine. It’s not fair, really. At this rate, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive living under the same roof with four attractive men for three entire weeks. 

The answer to this torture of yours is revealed quickly. After a few days of acclimatization at your cottage, Price and his men are ready for a long expedition higher in the mountains, with just tents and even a short surviving-in-extreme-cold workshop. They will be gone for at least ten days. You watch them pack their gear and leave your place with a pinch in your heart you couldn’t expect when you first opened your door to them.

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Days go by, pretty uneventful, until your heating system breaks down. It’s not the first time since you’re leaving up there, it’s not that scary but you’ll have to wait a few days for the repair team to come by. In the meantime, you resort to live and sleep in your living room, where the fireplace provides enough heat to keep you warm in the heart of the winter.

They come back the day after that, and when you see their silhouettes emerging from the treeline, just before the sun sets down, you can’t prevent your lips to form a smile so big it hurts your cheeks after a couple minutes standing in the biting cold. 

The fondness in Price’s eyes is not dulled by the news your heater is out of order, nor is the relief on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces at the promise of a solid roof and comfy beds after days of rudimentary accommodations.

You all work to prepare some food, and to bring a couple mattresses with all the duvets you can find in front of the fireplace - the only sane solution for you all to sleep without suffering too much from the freezing temperatures. It reminds you of your years of service, when you sometimes had to share a single room with your whole squad - you’re not missing the stress and the harsh living conditions, but you’re definitely missing the camaraderie, the jokes and fits of laughter, the bodies of trusted people around you. 

They leave you the couch - gentlemen that they are - the objectively most comfortable option, but once again you can’t find sleep. The piece of furniture is the farthest away from the fire, and you’re on your own, no one next to you to share body heat with you. 

It’s only because I’m cold. That’s the poor excuse you give yourself - and the one you whisper to Price - when you step down from your couch to seek a place under the cover next to John. He’s sleeping next to Gaz; Soap and Ghost are sharing the other mattress. You slide yourself against him, immediately melting into his chest, the man radiating heat like it’s his only purpose in life. He doesn’t even have to ask you if it’s okay to hold you against him because you plaster yourself to him and nuzzle against his chest, old habits taking over your sleepy brain. A sense of safety and comfort envelopes you at the same time his warmth does. You forgot how good it felt to be in his embrace, to be tucked against his broad chest, surrounded by his smell - manly, ambery wood, and the rich spice of his cigars. 

He chuckles silently as you settle at his side and let out a little content sigh. He missed that too, he won’t say it out loud, but having you like this, soft and pliant in his arms, it makes him wonder how he could be such a fool for not seeking you sooner. He suddenly wants to kiss you, to make you feel good, here and now, no matter the fact his men are sleeping just a few inches from you. Should he care? He’s not blind to the fact you spend a good amount of time leering at them since they’re here, and to the fact they are watching you back. He can not ignore the shameless flirting going on between all of you five actually. John has never really been in a situation like this, doesn’t know where this will lead him - where this could lead them. But he’s ready to follow you. He takes a deep breath before he talks. 

“Just like old times?” He asks, voice low, chest vibrating with it under your palm. 

Just like old times… The words echo in your head, echo in your heart. He gives you the opportunity to lead him - to lead them - wherever you wish.

“Just like old times.” You repeat back to him, before you capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

PART 2

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The hot tub | Rafe Cameron x Reader

Advent calendar day three: Ski trip

Summary: Rafe invites you to spend the week with his family at their cabin in Aspen. Things may happen when you get in the hot tub after a long day going down the slopes

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p + v, slight choking, semi-public (outside), impact play (spanking once)

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As expected, the Cameron’s cabin in Aspen was breath-takingly beautiful. The walls of the living area were made of round wood, making it seem like you were living inside a tree…with a luxury decor. There were large windows, massive couches, cherry-wood tables, and a classic bear skin in front of the large fireplace. 

You felt like you were standing in a holiday Hallmark movie. 

‘’How many properties does your parents own?’’ You brushed your hand over the plush throw at the end of your and Rafe’s bed, smiling at how soft it felt. ‘’Don’t they have a house in the Bahamas?’’ 

‘’A lot,’’ Rafe replied while putting away some things in the closet. ‘’I lost count, honestly. My dad collects estates and Rose decorates them, it’s their thing,’’ he explained. ‘’I rent the ones we are not using...except the Bahamas house. We keep that one for family only.’’

You nodded, secretly wishing your parents were that rich. You could get used to vacationing in the mountains during winter break. It’s a weather contrast compared to South Carolina. 

‘’Do you come here often? Have you mastered a winter sports during your lavish vacations?’’ 

Rafe chuckled, closing the door of the large closet. ‘’I can’t ski, if that’s what you’re asking me. Or skate. Ice skating is Sarah’s thing.’’ He grabbed his toiletry bag from the suitcase and placed it in the en-suite bathroom next to yours. ‘’My dad forced me to take snowboarding lessons since I was a kid, but I was better at flirting with girls at the ski resort.’’

Shaking your head, you laughed quietly. ‘’What am I not surprised?’’ 

After everyone had unpacked, you bundled in your winter layers and headed down to the ski resort for some winter activities. You and Rafe rented equipment to go down the slopes while Sarah and Wheezie went to the skating rink. 

The afternoon was spent mostly falling on your ass and watching Rafe showing off. He was no professional, but you were impressed as you watched him do stunts — something you could never see yourself doing. 

When the sky started to go dark, you returned to the cabin to warm up and eat dinner. Rose’s cooking skills pleasantly took you by surprise, not expecting her to be much of a chef since she and Ward had a lot of money, but she made a mean baked mac’n cheese. 

‘’Are you sure?’’ you said when Rafe suggested you try the hot tub. 

You had never used a hot tub in the winter — with actual snow around. It sounded cold, but Rafe assured you the warm water would keep you warm…or else he would.

The sky was fully dark outside and snow was falling at a slow pace, creating a beautiful picture as you stepped out in your bra and underwear. When you packed for a trip to Aspen, you didn’t think you would need a bikini. Now you were regretting not bringing one. 

While the warm water sounded pleasant, you couldn’t help but think about how the chlorine of the hot tub will ruin your nice bra, so Rafe came up with a solution.

‘’Just take it off.’’ 

‘’I’m not gonna get naked in the hot tub,’’ you replied, shooting your boyfriend a glare as steam rose from the tub into the cool air. ‘’What if your family comes outside and wants to join?’’ 

‘’I’d rather they don’t. The sight of you in that bra and panties got me so hard,’’ Rafe said, his hand wandering up your thigh. 

You glanced down and through the bubbles of the underwater jets, catching the outline of his cock through his boxers, strained against the material. A light flush covered your cheeks, matching the color of your bra. 

‘’But if you’re that worried about anyone coming,’’ he continued, taking your hand and helping you step in. ‘’My dad strained his back when skiing so Rose is taking care of him. Sarah is probably trying to contact her boyfriend who was not invited on the trip, and as for Wheezie…I don’t know. She’s in her room, reading or watching a movie.’’

You sat on the edge and raised your gaze, eyeing the sliding doors. 

‘’No one is gonna come out here,’’ Rafe promised, reading your persistent worry. ‘’Except maybe a bear.’’

A new fear was unlocked. You turned to the other side and looked over the deck and into the dark forest. ‘’A bear?!’’ 

Rafe grinned, messing with you. ‘’I’m joking. There’s no bears here at this time of the year. They’re hibernating.’’ He hooked a finger underneath the delicate band of your panties, holding back from taking them off with his mouth. ‘’So…will it be with or without the panties?’’

Fuck it. 

You removed both items and let Rafe pull you in the water, the ripples from the jets causing sparks to tingle up your spine as they hit your bare cunt. It felt like using a nice shower head directly on your clit, but less strong. The pleasure was short-lived as Rafe settled you on his lap in a straddling way, a groan leaving his throat when your ass came in contact with his stiff cock. 

You bit back a giggle and loosely slid your arms around his neck. He was so beautiful.

‘’That wasn’t so difficult, wasn’t it?’’ Rafe asked, his hands sliding over your thighs and up your sides, making you feel a bit exposed. 

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your hands up and down his well-defined shoulders and chest, appreciating the time he had been spending with Topper and Kelce at the gym. They were always ruining your and Rafe’s plans, but those gym sessions gave him a body you wanted to bite into. 

You lowered your mouth to his, slowly kissing as the water moved around your bodies. The cold air had caused your nipples to peak, not yet submerged in the warm water. A shiver ran through you and, as if he had read your mind, Rafe’s hands moved to your breasts and began to toy with them. You sighed at the touch and ground your hips against his, relishing the feeling of his hard cock through his boxers as it rubbed against your clit just right. 

‘’I need you. Now,’’ you urged, breaking the kiss and reaching under the water to pull at Rafe's only piece of clothing, your earlier worries about someone catching you naked leaving your desire clouded mind.

Rafe nodded and pushed you off him, which left you confused. You opened your mouth to ask why he had pushed you off, but he motioned for you to turn around and grab the edge of the tub. A moan threatened to slip, realizing what he was doing. He was going to take you from behind. 

You heard the water swish as he moved behind you, and parted your legs so everything was exposed to his view. 

‘’That ass is so perfect,’’ Rafe groaned, giving it a hard smack, eliciting a pained squeak from you, before lining himself at your entrance, a mischievous smirk spreading on his face as he pushed the tip in — only the tip. ‘’Is that what you want, baby?’’ His tone was teasing, playing with you. ‘’No, that’s not enough, uh?’’ 

You whined, pushing back against him. ‘’Please, Rafe, don’t tease.’’ 

Giving in to your demand, he grabbed your hips and slowly pushed until he was all in, feeling your tight walls squeeze him. He moaned at the sensation, giving you a few seconds before starting to pull out until only his tip was inside you and slowly pushing himself into you again, doing this a few times. 

‘’Rafe,’’ you warned again, your core starting to ache, just wanting to be fucked senseless. 

Then, his thrusts were hard and fast as you gripped the edge of the hot tub, water splashing over the edge from the movements. You were holding back your cries, trying to be quiet, but the pleasure was too intense for you to remember. 

Rafe molded his front to your back as he kept pounding into you, kissing your shoulder as his hand was coming around your neck. ‘’You like this, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?’’

You moaned louder, forgetting about the other Camerons inside the house. 

The next morning was going to be very awkward.

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Natasha x Reader : Body Heat

Summary: When a blizzard leaves you snowed in and freezing, your girlfriend comes up with a brilliant idea. Covers the ‘Ski Resort/Winter Cabin’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI - Smut, Slight Masturbation(R), Oral(R and N), Fingering(R), Face Riding(N), Tiniest smidge of overstimulation.

Word Count: 3k

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For a week you’d been cooped up in a fairly old van: driving, sleeping, and eating in it. So when Natasha told you that you’d be staying in a cabin until a new plan was made, you were more than happy.

With Ross on your asses, more like Natasha’s ass, after all the business with the Accords, you’d been running. It wasn’t exactly the life you thought you’d live with the woman but you were with her and that’s all you needed.

These last few days, things having slowed down just a little, have been a dream.

The cabin Natasha had found for you both was small but cozy. Equipped with one bedroom and bathroom, a kitchen, and living room with a fireplace, you had everything you needed.

It was clear when you arrived that it wasn’t lived in. With it being practically hidden away in the woods, the trail to it covered with the thick layer of snow, it was safe to guess no one had been here in a long time. So you had no problem making it your own… as much as you could anyway.

Resources were procured by you, along with a few things to make the space a little more homey. Natasha teased you for the fluffy blankets and pillows you bought, reminding you that you’d have to leave it all behind eventually but you didn’t care.

“For the first time since we met, we’re living together, just the two of us,” you’d said,“ I plan to make the most of it.” And you did.

Every morning, Natasha was woken up with feather light kisses on her face and a tray with breakfast and coffee on it. Throughout the day you would snuggle together on the couch, you reading a book and her pouring over documents for your next move or listening to you read. When night fell, you would light the fireplace and have dinner, ending it with her in your arms.

Sure, the threat of Ross searching for you and finding you was ever present, but things were near perfect.

Were being the key word.

Today started like all the others: breakfast in bed, an intimate but innocent shower shared with your love, and the reading of a book you like. Things took a turn around 4 in the afternoon.

A blizzard warning was given and the snow started earlier in the day. You were prepared: the heat on, supplies stocked, and coffee and cocoa on stand by, plus a large pile of firewood. A few feet of snow had blanketed the surrounding area and with the harsh weather came the shutting off of your power.

The cold didn’t hit instantly. With the heat no longer on, the freezing temperatures from outside slowly crept in.

You did what you could to fight it off: lighting the fireplace, making hot beverages, throwing on some layers, and preparing some blankets. It didn’t prove to be enough though.

The negative 6 degree weather outside took the cabin from a toasty 80 degrees to a chilling 18.

Clad in three layers of clothes: thermal underclothes, thick flannel pants and a long sleeve, plus a hoodie with a hat and gloves, you found yourself still cold. So you burrowed under three of the thickest blankets in the cabin and huddled up by the fire.

All of that and Natasha could still hear your teeth chattering from her spot on the nearby chair.

The redhead claimed to be fine, only in some jeans and one of your thick hoodies, a thin blanket tossed over her shoulders.“ I’m Russian, I don’t get cold,” she said when you offered her sanctuary in your cocoon.

You decided she could go shove her Russian pride and instead focused on not losing any limbs. But you were failing. Or at least it felt like it.

“Holy fuck!” You exclaim into the fairly quiet room. The fire was crackling and the wind was howling but no other sounds could be heard.“ How l-long is this b-blizzard g-gonna last?”

Natasha snorts out a chuckle, eyebrow quirked as she watches you shuffle ever closer to the fire.

With all the fabric you have wrapped around your person, she’s been a little leary about how close you are to the open flames.

“Till tomorrow.” She answers your very rhetorical question.

You send her a glare over your shoulder that further amuses her.

Admittedly though, not much. She doesn’t like that you seem to be suffering so greatly.

Ever since you agreed to go on the run with her, stating that her love is all you needed, she’s been more than adamant on keeping you safe and happy. Feeling like she’s failing at that right now, has her smirk falling and her brain running through solutions.

She comes up with a few but lingers on one that could be effective and fun for both of you.

“You know,” she pipes up after a moment of silence,“ the human body is about 98 degrees on average,” she mumbles, slipping onto the floor with you,“ I’m sure skin on skin contact will warm you up faster than those blankets.”

You scoff, eyes rolling.“ Did you just pull that little fact out of your ass?” You grumble, highly irritated by the cold.

She shakes her head.“ No. I just remembered it. You’d get a lot warmer if you let me hold you. All those blankets and clothes you have on just end up taking on the chill of the room.” Her shoulders shrug, green eyes watching you.

Huffing you tell her,“ you’re just saying that cause you wanna touch me.” You then bury half your face back into the blanket, noting that it is indeed a little chilled.

“What?” Her tone turns incredulous.“ Detka, your warmth is very important to me. I mean, you’re here, cold and suffering, because of me.” She pouts a little.

Looking up with a narrowed gaze, you see the sincerity in her green eyes and the doubt of her true intentions crumbles.

“I- if you think it’ll help we can give it a shot.” You speak softly, pushing the cocoon of blankets off your body.

With a cute smile, Natasha starts to pull her clothes off until she’s left in her black sports bra and matching cotton panties. You can’t help that your eyes roam over her toned stomach and long legs. Your girlfriend is hot and, even through the chattering of your teeth and shivering of your body, you can admit that.

Following suit, you pull off the layers of clothes you’d put on, leaving yourself in nothing but underwear.

Then the two of you scoot a little closer to the fire, Natasha pushing into your side, arms wrapping around you in place of the blankets as she pulls you into her body.

It’s a near instant relief. The warmth of her body surrounds you, gradually staving off the cold atmosphere. That warmth increases as her hands begin rubbing up and down your arms and over your back.

You melt into her, burying your face against her neck as you return her embrace, arms and legs wrapped around her frame.

Her ministrations continue, lulling you into a false sense of relaxation. However, the subtle trail of her hands down your back and over your ass pulls the relaxation away. The instant her fingers slip under the sides of your panties and her hands begin to knead your cheeks your entire body is keyed up.

“Tasha,” you mumble against her neck, hands squeezing her waist.

“Yes detka?” Her oh so innocent tone responds.

“What’re you doing?”

Shifting, she lowers her head and presses a kiss on your shoulder.“ I’m keeping you warm, as promised.”

The hands on your ass squeeze, then run up your sides where she allows her thumbs to slip under your bra to brush the sides of your breasts.

Every move is slow and equally deliberate. Her hands work your body in a familiar fashion, further riling you up with each drag of her fingers along your skin.

Your frustration at being cold fades into one of being incredibly turned on. The wet heat between your legs only increases, as does the desire in the pit of your stomach.

“Tasha.” You say again, this time in a much breathier, needier tone.

She pulls her lips away from your newly marked skin to look at you properly. Upon finding the darkened look in your eyes, flushed skin, and heaving chest, she couldn’t help but smirk.

In truth, she’d barely touched you. Her fingers barely grazed your most intimate parts, instead focused on heavy, intentional touches to every other part of skin.

“If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna go handle it myself and leave you to sleep on the cold hard floor by yourself.”

“But I am touching you, dorogoy.” The words roll off her tongue teasingly and you legitimately huff.

Eyebrows furrowed, nose flaring, you push away from the woman. Cold be damned, you’re much more interested in releasing the pent up feeling in your abdomen.

You wouldn’t admit it but Natasha's actions have certainly left you heated all over.

The redhead watches with rapt attention as you lay back, your hands falling to the places you had just asked her to touch. Green eyes darken further as the fingers of one hand start to tweak your nipples, coaxing them into perfect little peaks, all while your other hand slips between your spread thighs.

Arousal soaks the fabric of your panties and as you touch yourself it begins to coat your thighs. Natasha hadn’t realized how much her touch had affected you, not the full extent anyway.

It's only when you let out a breathy moan that she snaps into action. A hand pushes yours away then pulls your underwear off in one swift move.

Not a second of hesitation is present as the redhead dives in. Her tongue glides between your puffy, glistening folds and she groans against you.

You slip a hand into her hair, lightly fisting as your back arches off the ground. You’re already an absolute wreck, that feeling intensifying as her tongue dips inside you, curling just so.

When your leg hooks around her shoulder, heel pressing into her back to drive her further into you, she smirks. Deft fingers then trail up your leg, ghosting over your slick coated thighs before they tease at your sopping hole.

“Look at me, detka.” Natasha commands, head lifting.

A near annoyed sigh escapes you as you follow her instructions, eyes landing on her chin that glistens from your essence. The words you meant to speak die on your tongue, replaced by a wanton moan as she effortlessly slips her fingers into you.

The fullness they offer is an instant but brief relief that has you shuddering in her hold and Natasha revels in the way your eyes roll back in your head, teeth clamping down your lip.

“Please, Tash,” you beg desperately. The burning feeling in your abdomen was nearing its peak but you needed-“ more. Need more, baby.”

At your words, she ducks her head back down and immediately wraps her lips around your clit. She sucks hard once, twice, then flicks her tongue over the bundle of nerves in time with the curl of her fingers and it sends you straight over the edge.

You cum with a scream of her name, heel digging into her back further as pleasure ripples over your body.

Natasha can’t help but to grip your thighs as they quake beside her head, hips canting up to ride out your orgasm. The taste of you bursts across her tongue and she can’t help but lap up every drop, retracting her fingers so she can shove her tongue into the source of the flavor.

As her ministrations continue, you’re tipped over the edge again, flying head first into a second orgasm. But she refuses to let up, drinking from you like a woman dying of thirst. While her tongue on you had previously felt amazing, the faintly familiar shift from pleasure to pain becomes present and you tiredly wiggle away from her.

Taking the nonverbal cue, she pulls away, licking you from her lips and sitting up on her knees. The pride she already held swells as she takes in the visual result of her actions: your thighs shaking, chest heaving, tits lightly bouncing with each quake of your body.

Her hands take a soothing approach as you come down, softly trailing up and down your legs then up your abdomen to softly squeeze your tits.“ You okay, moya lyubov?”

“Yup,” you hum with a blissfully tired smile on your lips.“ Nearly perfect.”

“Nearly huh?” She quirks a brow, leaning over you to be in your line of sight.“ What do I have to do to lose that nearly?” Leaning down, she presses lingering kisses on your neck.

Hands landing on her hips, you lean up to her ear, running your tongue over the shell of it before whispering,“ come ride my face.”

She damn near snaps her head away from you, eyebrows raised into her hairline.“ Really?” There’s a giddy sparkle in her eyes, accompanied by dilated pupils.

You’re both very well aware of how much Natasha loves riding your face. Not only does she love having your mouth on her, she also loves seeing and feeling you underneath her, able to see your expression as you taste and take her.

A nod is your simple confirmation.“ Let me taste you, baby.” Your hands shift up to the curve of her ass, pulling to urge her forward.“ And those pretty thighs of yours will keep me plenty warm.”

Needing no further encouragement, the ex-assassin stands and rids herself of her underwear. When her panties hit the ground beside you, you notice that they’re much like yours had been, soaked through from her arousal and that makes you even more eager to taste her.

She lowers herself onto her knees, both either side of you as her pussy hovers over you. You lick your lips in a fashion she’s seen plenty of times before, often when your favorite meal is placed in front of you, and pleasure spikes her core.

Your soft, scarred hands find her thighs and you pull her down onto your face with no resistance from her.

Instantly your senses are flooded by Natasha. Sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing, all at once.

She feels soft, even the raised skin from her battle scars are soft under your fingertips. She smells incredible and the second your tongue runs between her puffy pussy lips you can say the same about her taste. And her moans, her sweet, sinful moans, practically bounce off the walls.

You know, just from the way her slick transfers from her thighs to your cheeks, that she’s very much riled up. You also know that after she’s gone down on you that it doesn’t take much to get her to the edge and over. Still, you put in maximum effort.

Hands grip her thighs with near bruising force as you slip your tongue inside her, tasting every drop of her sweetness before pulling out so you can wrap your lips around her bundle of nerves.

While she loves the hold you have on her, two thoughts enter her mind simultaneously, leading to her taking your hands from her thighs and guiding them to her tits. She squeezes your hands which in turn squeeze her tits as she then begins to ride your face, as asked.

Her hips start a rhythm, pussy grinding on your mouth with each roll. She tosses her head back, moaning your name in a heavenly tone.“ Flatten your tongue, detka.” She instructs and who are you not to listen.

The new sensation sends her reeling and her hips stutter as the first sign of her impending orgasm. She doubles her efforts and you do too, now pinching and pulling on her nipples as she grinds faster.

The stimulation of both pleasure points is her undoing. If not for your steadying hands to keep her upright, she would’ve fallen face first into the ground as her eyes fell shut and her limbs practically went limp.

Using the majority of your strength, you slide Natasha down your body until her legs are on either side of you, then you guide her head to rest on your chest.

“I got you, baby.” You assure her, eliciting her to tiredly wrap her arms around your form, snuggling closer to you.

A comfortable silence settles around you two. The crackling of the fire and howling of the wind no longer irritates you, instead it facilitates the overall vibe of the moment.

Despite the layer of sweat on your heated bodies, you pull one of the blankets up over you to stave off the cold that will inevitably return.

When you’re completely calmed and Natasha’s breathing has evened out, her mind and body equally relaxed given the gentle strokes of your fingers up and down her spine, you teasingly speak,“ I knew you were just being horny.”

“True,” she mumbles after giggling,“ but it worked didn’t it?”

“I-” your words fail you as it’s really quite obvious she was right.“ Oh shut up, Romanoff.” You emphasize with a poke to her side which, in her unguarded state, causes her to jerk into you and let out an adorable laugh.

She whacks your chest, then softly kisses it.“ Really though, thank you for sticking with me. I know this situation is far from ideal,” her voice trails off before she adds,“ and far from our dream.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Tash.” Curling a finger under her chin, you tilt her chin up to catch her gaze.“ Being with you will always make me the happiest person in the world, no matter our circumstances. And I know this won’t last forever. In no time we’ll be living our dream. Just gotta get through the hard parts first.”

Her head shakes as she smiles.“ I love you so goddamn much, Y/n.”

“Not as much as I love you, Natasha.”

After a sweet kiss, you cuddle back up together, holding each other tight. In her arms, surrounded by her warmth and love, the sound of the howling wind fades into nothing as you fall into a peaceful slumber.

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[tailschannel]

First images of Sonic Movie 3 filming preparations in the United Kingdom

Preparations for filming the next installment of the Sonic movie series seems to have started in Bourne Woods, a woodland area in the British market town of Farnham, England.

Users online have found images of the set on the hiking grounds from June 2023.

Tom Wachowski’s police vehicle can be seen parked on site, with crew working to assemble pieces of the set.

They built a small lodge and were in the midst of building the ski resort background when these photos from Leigh Hill were reportedly taken.

Those in the know of the filming area’s development mentioned that artificial snow is to be added as part of the set.

These photos from Liam Kennedy show the crew setting up film equipment.

Full-body CGI dummies of Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles have also been spotted in the woods, according to photographer Julie Reynolds.

It is unclear if production is ongoing due to the current WGA and SAG-ACTRA strikes in Hollywood, with principal filming rumoured to begin in August.

(Story contributed by MC for the Tails' Channel Newsfeed. h/t Justin61894350 / Twitter)

[scarsnfevers]

Cherry Wine (18+)

summary: having a job that takes up all of your time caused a lot of stress. That's why your two friends Minho and Jisung have come up with something very special for your vacation together.

pairing: minho x fem. reader x jisung

genre: definitely smut

warnings: alcohol, threesome, orgasm denial, oral (f & m receiving), anal, double penetration, reader is called babygirl/angel/baby, praising kink, daddy kink (minho), hair pulling, unprotected sex

word count: ~7,3k

minors do not interact!

Having a job where you hardly got any rest was by now more than normal for you. You worked non-stop, even on weekends. Keeping important appointments or going out with friends was more of a rarity than the rule. All the more you were looking forward to your vacation, which was finally just around the corner.

It was early in the morning, the snow was high in front of the door when you stepped onto the terrace of your parent's house. Behind you, you put down your suitcase, which was full of sweaters, comfortable clothes, and your skiing equipment. Finally, the time had come. You were going to a Ski Resort with your two best friends Minho and Jisung to spend your two-week vacation in a log cabin on an idyllic lake.

You had planned such a vacation for a long time and now you three had finally found time.

A car turned into the street and unceremoniously stopped in front of your house. You were already approaching your friends when they got out of the car, which belonged to the oldest of the three of you. "Good morning." As a greeting, you hugged both of them. First Minho, the owner of the car, then Jisung. "So, ready for our adventure?" Grinned Jisung as Minho loaded your suitcase. "Absolutely." You nodded eagerly. "Can't wait." - "Then let's drive, the faster we'll be there." Minho euphorically flipped the trunk shut and encountered you with a smirk. You agreed and took your spot in the passenger seat while Jisung made himself comfortable in the back of the car. Minho got behind the wheel and finally looked at the two of you "Ready for the hottest vacation of our lives?" His wry grin made you giggle before you answered in unison with Jisung "Absolutely ready!"

The car started moving and soon you had left your hometown behind. You sat at your phone, checking the weather report "A snowstorm has been announced in the region in the coming hours." You blinked and looked at Minho. He looked intently at the road in front of him "Then we'd better hurry, we don't want to get stuck somewhere and snowed in the car." He said. The car accelerated on the open road that stretched lonely to the horizon. You leaned back and turned up the radio a little louder. Hopefully, you would make it to your destination before the blizzard.

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"Christ, what a snowstorm," Minho muttered to himself. You had almost reached your destination, but on the last kilometers, you were caught in the heavy snowstorm that you had announced earlier. You could hardly see the road in front of you, so the car was moving at a walking pace. "You have to turn right up ahead, where the lights are. Then we're there." You guided your best friend through the storm as well as possible. Minho finally managed to get you to your destination safely and in one piece. You could tell he was relieved to make it. He unbuckled his seatbelt and then looked at you "I'll quickly go do the registration and get the key. Wait here."

You hoped he would be back here before you get snowed in the car.

It took around twenty minutes for Minho to come back. Now you could finally unload your luggage and take it to the nearby cabin.

"WOW LOOK AT THAT!" Jisung's enthusiasm was hard to ignore as you stepped into your temporary home. And you were also very surprised when you walked through the front door after your buddy. "Better than expected." You raised your eyebrows and set your suitcase down next to you. You were greeted by the warmth of a fueled fireplace and the inviting ambiance of a two-story log cabin. While you were still peeling yourself out of your winter clothes, Jisung was already inspecting your cabin from head to toe "Guys, wow, look at this" he poked his head around the corner. "This kitchen is awesome, I'm sure we can cook well in here." You had to chuckle as your friend had the perfect comment for each and every room.

Minho stepped up next to you as he closed the door behind him "I see, Jisung likes it." Remarked the young man before looking at you. "Do you like it too?" It had been Minho's suggestion to go on such a trip. He had chosen the location and organized everything. You nodded at his question with a warm smile, "It's awesome. I can't wait to be here with you guys for the next few weeks. As long as the blizzard hopefully doesn't completely snow us in." Your words made Minho grin with satisfaction. "And even then, I'm sure we'll find something to do." You didn't take his words too seriously and dismissed them with a quiet laugh, "Yeah right."

You stepped into the open ambiance of the lodge and finally looked around a bit as well. You quickly decided on a room that had a wonderful view of the valley with its lake that stretched below the resort. Time was running and as you gradually settled into your temporary home as the smell of Jjajangmyeon rose to your nostrils as evening approached. Curious, you stepped downstairs to see who was inaugurating the kitchen. As you suspected, it was Minho.

For a moment you stopped in the doorway to the kitchen to look at your best friend. He must have just come out of the shower because his hair was still a little damp. Every now and then a drop or two of water found its way onto his black ribbed knit top, or onto his gray joggers, which he wore with it.

When Minho finally noticed you, you were still busy looking at your friend. "Hey Babo, how long are you going to stand there staring at me?" He considered you with a raised eyebrow. You blinked and rolled your shoulders back "It's rare to see such an attractive chef, I'll have to take my chances, huh?" You stepped up to help him cook. "So you find me attractive?" Minho inquired giggling, which caused your ears to turn slightly red. You knew this back and forth. It was a game of cat and mouse ever since you became friends. And every time you lost the game against him. Fleetingly you changed the subject while keeping your eyes on the stove, "Where's Jisung?" You wanted to know to which Minho clicked his tongue in amusement. He had won again "He's in the bathroom, just trying out the bathtub with whirlpool function." He replied, before adding. "You should try that one out too. It's really great." - "Later after dinner." You replied, still a little embarrassed by the conversation.

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"The food is brilliant, Minho." You sighed contentedly as all three of you sat at the table eating dinner. You had forgotten about the previous conversation in the kitchen by now. Jisung, who was sitting next to you, agreed with you, "Good thing we had the freezer with us. A pizza delivery guy would hardly have made it up here." He said before stuffing his mouth with the noodles in front of him the next moment. The idea of a pizza boy trying to drive up a snowy mountain on his scooter made you giggle in amusement, while Jisung was already continuing to talk. You listened to your best friend as the three of you ate together. "Hey how about we watch a movie later?" Jisung finally interjected to the group. "Hmm, sounds good." Minho said in response and you nodded as well. "Good idea."

After dinner, you cleared the table together and made sure the kitchen was clean again. Satisfied, you brushed a few strands of hair out of your face before leaving Minho and Jisung for a few minutes. You wanted to go to the bathroom before ending the evening with your two friends.

You retreated and headed into the large and really really nice bathroom with a towel and your favorite skin and hair products. You closed the door behind you and went to the large bathtub to fill it with water. In the meantime, you undressed, combed your hair and got rid of your makeup before you went into the warm water of the bathtub. A relaxed sigh escaped your mouth as you sank deep into the water, silently enjoying the moment. Outside, the blizzard was still raging as you looked out the window in front of you. Hopefully the weather had calmed down by tomorrow, or you would actually be snowed in. The thought was fleeting in your mind. However, you didn't want to keep Minho and Jisung waiting too long. Gently, you sat up in the bathtub to wash yourself and then climb out of the soothing water after you finished with everything. You dried yourself thoroughly from head to toe before slipping into a comfortable sweater and your favorite joggers. Now you were finally ready for movie night.

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After getting dressed in something comfortable you came downstairs to find Jisung and Minho already sitting on the couch in the open living room. They had made themselves comfortable and were talking about what movie you wanted to watch. "How about we take care of the snacks and something to drink first?" You interjected. The two men looked up at you. "Who wants to watch a movie without something to munch on?" You raised eyebrows. "Uh, good idea." Jisung agreed. However, it seemed like they forgot to include snacks and drinks on their list. Good thing they had you with them. "I've already taken care of it." You left the two unsuspecting to go into the kitchen.

All they could hear from the living room was the clinking of some glasses, porcelain and the crackling of plastic.

You finally stepped back into the living room with a large bowl of chips, three wine glasses and a matching wine bottle. You couldn't help but grin. The boys were astonished. "Wine? Did you have that in your suitcase?" Minho asked surprised. "Not just one bottle." You replied, giggling, as you placed everything on the couch table in front of you, as you made yourself comfortable between your two friends. "I didn't know you drink wine." Blinked Jisung, looking at you as he handed you a blanket to snuggle up in. "I don't. But the wine is really good. I drank it once with Hyunjin and Felix when they dragged me to a wine tasting." You explained. Minho, meanwhile, examined the bottle. "Cherry wine? Sounds pretty exotic." - "Tastes like it too. That makes it even better." You took the bottle from his hand to open it. Evenly, you divided the alcohol among the three glasses. "If it tastes just as good to you, I've taken precautions and have two more bottles up my sleeve." You mentioned casually. Jisung was the first to take one of the glasses. "Well, I'm curious about that." He said, swirling the wine lightly in the glass. You handed Minho the other and finally reached for your own. "Well, cheers then!"

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The bowl of chips was almost empty and so were your glasses. Probably this wouldn't have happened if the movie was so thrilling....or the wine tasted so good...

By now you had reached the second bottle. "I've never had such a good wine before." Remarked Minho, while you filled the glasses again. "Yes, it's great, huh?" You smirked with satisfaction and leaned back against the back of the couch. However, you felt yourself getting a little warm. Involuntarily, you brushed off the blanket that Jisung had given you earlier. Your buddy seemed to notice your discomfort. Jisung looked at you with his glass of wine in his hand "Are you alright?" He tilted his head slightly. He looked at you perhaps a little too long at that moment. You blinked fleetingly and answered evasively "Yeah, I uh, I think I'm just a little tense from all this stress at work." You explained, demonstratively grabbing your right shoulder. "Tense? Good thing I came along on this trip. I'm sure I can relieve that tension." Smiled the young man wryly. You raised your eyebrows before your brow furrowed with skepticism "Are you a masseur?" Your suspicion led Jisung to see this as a challenge of sorts. "No, but I've been told many times that I'm good at massages." You didn't know whether to trust that statement, but the alcohol in your blood made you brave. "All right, prove it." You took another sip from your glass before setting it down on the table in front of you. Your newfound way of countering Jisung's sayings had visibly surprised the young man. Normally you were not very good at that. He had no choice but to put his words into action. Jisung handed Minho his glass of wine before focusing on you "Okay uh, sit in front of me." He instructed you. You obeyed his instructions and placed yourself on the floor in front of him. "Like this?" You looked back at him. He had taken a seat behind you and cracked his hands before nodding at you. Your gaze slid back to the TV as you felt Jisung's warm hands on your shoulders. An unfamiliar feeling made itself known in that passing moment. A tingling sensation ran through your entire body. However, it was too short-lived to think about it further. The pleasant pressure that Jisung exerted on your tense shoulders made you sigh contentedly. It took quite a while before your muscles gradually began to relax. Still, it was a real relief. "For once you were right." You said with closed eyes. As you did so, you sank backwards slightly. You felt Jisung's legs on your back. "I didn't promise too much, huh?" You heard him reply. "Hmmmmmm." Did you only give of yourself. The soothing warmth surrounded you. Your head slowly sank against Jisung's thigh. "Pretty good." You murmured before you looked the young man headlong in the eyes.

He had paused as you looked on. "You okay?" Jisung asked. The questioning look in his eyes told you that you had probably gone a little bit too far. You blinked several times before slowly sitting up "Yeah, uhm, I'm fine. I feel much better already." You smiled briefly and sat back down on the couch with your friends. The heat had risen to your face in shame. Or was it the alcohol that turned your cheeks pink? Jisung, on the other hand, seemed to think nothing of it. He had refocused on the movie while holding his wine glass again. Meanwhile you took a sip from your glass of wine, but it went out shortly after. Your tasty source had dried up.

Still embarrassed by the little incident with you and Jisung, you lowered the glass from your lips. "Y/N?" Minho's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Huh?" You turned to him and gave your friend a questioning look. "What?" You asked as Minho looked at you strangely. Had he noticed that something was wrong with you? Did he see that little scene as you had looked at Jisung so devotedly?

"You have something in your face" he finally announced to you. But instead of telling you where the mishap had happened, you felt his thumb gently stroking your lips to relieve you of that little accident. His gesture was unexpected and caught you off guard. You didn't move as you watched him lick his own thumb "What?" He finally asked. "This wine is delicious, we shouldn't be so wasteful with it." There was a cheeky grin on his lips as you could feel the fleeting tingle in your body again. However, it was now concentrated in a very specific spot.

You swallowed slightly "Y-yes, right." You replied irritatedly. You were still warm from this confusing situation that was happening. Was it the alcohol that was clouding your senses and playing tricks on you?

You watched Minho take the almost empty bottle and put it to his lips. He took a big gulp before looking at you, "You wanna taste it?" You hadn't taken your eyes off your friend the whole time and still you start at him in disbelief when he asked you that question. "Lee fucking Minho." Your pulse quickened, you became unbearably hot, and the tingling in your lower stomach grew stronger. What were you doing here? What were your friends doing here? You all had a very close and intimate relationship, but moments like this were new to you. Minho leaned forward a bit toward you "This will surely help you forget all the daily stress at work." He looked into your eyes. It was hard for you to follow his words, because at that moment everything inside you was going crazy. The smell of wine on Minho's breath hit your nose as he came a little closer to you, "Let us help Y/N. You need some distraction." You heard Jisung's voice behind you, while you were still looking at Minho, not knowing what to do. So your best friends wanted to help you find some relaxation? You didn't quite know what that would lead to or what they had in mind, but you couldn't resist either.

"Okay," you breathed. That was the command Minho had been waiting for. He closed the void between you and put his wine-stained lips on yours. At first, it was unfamiliar. After all, you were kissing one of your best friends, but Minho quickly made you forget that thought as his tongue began to dance with yours.

The sweet taste of wine mingled in your mouth as he pulled you on his lap. His arms slid around your waist so that you could lean against him. A contented sigh escaped your mouth as his hands found themselves on your buttocks. It almost seemed as if your lips wouldn't part until you heard Jisung whine "Man you guys are really having fun, what about me?" Gently you released your lips from Minho's as your eyes drifted to your other best friend "Come here." You breathed. Jisung didn't need to be told twice. He moved over to you before you kissed him without hesitation. Jisung was also a very good kisser, but he was hungrier and wilder than Minho and his passionate tongue play. You struggled to hold onto your other friend's lap as Jisung shifted his weight. Your fingers found themselves in his hair as you wrapped your arms around him. Minho, who had a good view from his position, watched the two of you contentedly. He probably could have done this all night long.

Out of breath, you finally released your lips from Jisung's. "The couch is pretty small, don't you think?" You rankled, looking at your two friends. "Hmm, I guess we should go somewhere else then?" Minho said in response to your observation. You exchanged a quick glance with Jisung before Minho lifted you up without a warning. "Hold on." He grinned at you as you gasped. Automatically you wrapped your legs around his waist so you had a better grip. Minho decided to carry you to your room. It had the best view and the nicest bed.

You felt the soft sheets under you as he loomed over you. He propped himself above you and smiled contentedly "Is this better for our angel?" The blush rose to your face before you nodded. "Good." He breathed and gave you another heartfelt kiss that literally had you floating on cloud nine. Gently, Minho positioned himself between your legs. Although you were both still fully clothed, you felt his rock-hard cock when he pressed his pelvis against yours. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. Minho made an amused sound and slightly released his lips from yours "Is that how you need it, angel?" He breathed. You swallowed and stroked your fingertips over his upper arms. "Yes, Daddy." Your touch gave Minho goosebumps, making him sigh contentedly. "Our angel will have to be patient." He finally replied as he moved away from you. Surprised you sat up. "W-what, why?" You gulped. There was an unbending lust raging inside you just waiting to be tamed, and you should wait? Minho looked at Jisung, who had made himself comfortable at the other end of the bed. You noticed them exchange a few glances until Minho raised his voice, "I'll be right back." The grin on his face was not lost on you as he left the room. Confused your gaze wandered to Jisung "What's he up to?" To have such an intense moment cut short from one moment to the next was more than excruciating for you. Jisung shrugged his shoulders "Wait and see." He slowly rose from the bed to step in front of you. Your gaze slid up to him as he gently placed his fingers under your chin "We can have fun until then babygirl." He began to grin. The knot in your abdomen tightened. You licked your lips "Can we?" Tenderly your fingers began stroking the soft material of Jisung's jogger. Your touches did not go without a reaction on his part. The further you wandered up the pants with your hands, the bigger the bulge above became. Finally you had reached Jisung's waistband. But his hand stopped you "Not yet" his voice was soft like honey, which made you sigh "Why not?" You purred. You noticed his smirk "First it's your turn." Before you knew it, you were back in the springs of your bed. Gently, Jisung stroked the waistband of your joggers down "I've often wondered what you look like in your underwear." He murmured. The world began to spin around you. "Oh really?" You gasped softly. The weight of the bed shifted as you felt Jisung lay down on the bed. He had placed himself with his face between your legs. His warm breath began to caress the insides of your thighs. The young man gave a soft "Hmmm." before adding "even more I want to see you naked." His kisses that kept moving up to your sensitive bundle of nerves took you to another dimension.

"I bet you taste really good." Whispered Jisung as he spread more kisses around the waistband of your panties.

You bit your lower lip impatiently.

"Taste me." You whispered.

You felt your panties slowly sliding down your legs and his warm breath moving over your pubic bone. "Is it that bad?" He asked, just to keep you on tenterhooks.

"Please, Jisung." Your right hand wandered frantically from the bed linen to his hair to sink your fingers into it.

"Okay angel, relax, you can forget about all this stress."

As his lips touched your clit you moaned loudly. Your back arched into a slight hunchback, causing Jisung to gently wrap his arms around your thighs, so you couldn't escape.

His tongue began to circle around your clit while his lips sucked on your bundle of nerves every now and then. The pressure that built up inside your abdomen made you already completely wet. "Fuck Jisung." You moaned out loud. Your hips rolled rhythmically up and down, while his tongue danced tenderly over your clit.

You didn't know how long it had been since someone had touched you like this, so it was even more overwhelming for you. Your pelvis began to twitch uncontrollably under Jisung's tongue. "O-h my...fuck, I think I'm going to cum." You gasped, but just before you could find sweet release, Jisung pulled back "Don't cum babygirl." His face appeared in your blurry field of vision as you tried to hold back your orgasm. Jisung stroked your cheek gently before smiling "We don't want to end the fun too soon, do we?" You nodded in response before pulling him to you to kiss him. Your saliva began to mix together and you could taste your own sweet nectar as Jisung's tongue invaded your mouth. Your hands slipped under his gray hoodie, signaling the young man to finally get rid of it. "I want to see you naked too." You breathed on his lips, which made Jisung grin. "Then you shall."

Your closeness faded as he rose from the bed to remove his hoodie in front of you. You propped your forearms on the bed, trying to get a better look at him. And Jisung seemed to like it as well as your gaze slowly slid over his V-torso, lingering on his abs "You like it?" He grinned wryly before his hoodie landed on the floor. Your eyes met his "If I'd known you looked like that, I would have asked you to strip for me a lot sooner." A giggle escaped you at that. And Jisung laughed softly too "I think I have something better up my sleeve." His grip moved to the waistband of his joggers, which finally found its way to the floor, along with the boxers. Your eyebrows lifted slightly. The heat that rose in your cheeks was palpable. "Surprised?" Grinned Jisung as he found his way back to you. You swallowed and countered, "I've got something 'up my sleeve' too." With a fluid motion, you freed yourself from your thick sweater, which exposed your bare breasts. Only when you had set the garment aside did you catch a glimpse of Jisung's surprised expression. "You...didn't wear a bra all this time?" For the first time this evening he was now blushing too. The tables had turned. You smirked in satisfaction "No. I haven't." You confirmed his words.

"Fuck Y/N, you're dirty." He looked up at you, as you angled your legs so he could find room between them. Jisung propped himself above you and began to linger over your body with tender kisses. You closed your eyes and gave yourself completely to him.

His lips found their way to your already hard nipples. You moaned as he began to suck on them. As he did, his hard cock slowly stroked your entrance, causing you to whimper. "Jisung." Your arms locked behind his neck as he looked up at you "I need you. Now." You looked into your best friend's eyes. "I want to feel you." His pupils turned jet black as those words left your unholy mouth. "You sure you're ready for this angel? Maybe we should stretch you a bit with my fingers first?" But you just shook your head impatiently "No, I want you. Inside me." Your chest rose and fell with excitement, but what you didn't notice was Minho stepping back into the room. Only when you heard someone opening a wine bottle did you look around. "I see you've already prepared her really well Sungie." Minho stepped into your field of vision "Was he good to you babygirl?" You nodded out of breath while Jisung was still over you, gently caressing your neck. "Please." At that moment, you didn't know which of your friends you were actually talking to, but you didn't care. "Need you." Your pelvis pressed against Jisung's, but he made no move. Impatiently you let out an exasperated moan, which made Minho giggle "Patience baby." He sat down next to you and Jisung while holding the wine bottle. "We want to make it as nice as possible for you." He leaned towards you to put the wine bottle to your lips. The sweetness of the cherries reached your throat before you gulped down the wine as Minho sealed his lips with yours a moment later, tasting the flavor of the alcohol on his own lips. The kiss was short, but full of passion. Just as he was about to pull away, you held him to you "Please Daddy, tell Sungie to fuck me." You breathed. Your gaze fixed him so that he had to look at you. Full of amusement Minho began to grin "Is that what our angel wants?" He asked, to which you nodded impatiently.

"Then our angel shall have what she wants."

When you felt Jisung's rock-hard cock sliding into your tight wet hole, you literally lost your mind. Your thoughts faded away. Your head went completely blank. You moaned out loud as Jisung straddled you. "God you're so tight" It took you a moment to adjust to his length as he slowly began to move inside you.

Your focus now shifted completely to him. Your arms wrapped around him and pulled him to you "Oh my god Jisung." You murmured as you buried your face against his shoulder. "Yeah baby?" You could feel him twitching inside of you as his pace began to build up. "Don't stop."

Your breasts began to bounce up and down at the soon-to-be merciless pace Jisung has reached. "Look at her." Moaned the young man as he placed your right leg over his shoulder. His gaze slid briefly to Minho "So beautiful for us."

Minho agreed and stroked a few strands of hair out of your face. His fingertips tenderly danced over your chin, down to your neck, finally reaching your hard nipples which he gently kneaded between his thumbs. He knew exactly how much you liked this. You had told him about it once, when you were both quite drunk....

A loud animalistic moan escaped your mouth "Fuck, feels so good." You murmured, pushing your head back into the mattress. Jisung's arms which were wrapped around your leg, began to close tighter around it. "Fuck Y/N" he moaned, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin. You felt him getting closer to his orgasm as well. His hips began to jerk uncontrollably and with each thrust he grew harder inside of you. The thought of Jisung squirting into you and painting your inner walls completely white clouded your mind and brought you closer and closer to your own high. The tingling became more and more present "Please, let me cum!" You squealed out. But you were to be denied your orgasm for the time being. "Not yet angel." Jisung groaned out. "Hold it. I'm doing it too. Let's wait a little longer." His voice sounded strained as his movements became uneven, making you whimper. God how could you stand it?

Finally, Jisung released your leg and leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "How about we get Daddy Hyung involved?" He suggested to you. You were still quite out of breath as your gaze slid to your other friend. Minho had set aside the wine bottle and was looking at you intently. Jisung looked at him as well and began to grin as you squirmed under him to turn to Minho. He raised one of his eyebrows and gave you a questioning, yet challenging expression. You knelt next to him and slowly stroked your fingers over the black ribbed knit sweater, lingering on the zipper that had slipped down slightly. "May I?" You breathed, meeting his gaze. Minho's eyes darted over your face and lingered on your slightly swollen lips that Jisung had already been playing with. "Don't keep me waiting, angel." The sound of zipping cut through the room, while your legs still trembled. You had not yet fully digested Jisung's attack on you.

You exposed Minho's upper body with a swift movement of your hands and paused for a moment as you looked at him. Your counterpart began to grin "Do you like it baby? I know what I would like right now." Minho murmured to you and grabbed you by your wrists to pull you to your feet. He brought you to the foot of the bed and pushed you down onto the mattress so your pussy was more accessible to him. Minho didn't waste any time and began to penetrate you with two of his fingers. You moaned and clawed at the bed sheet. However, you hardly had time to breathe. You felt someone lightly pulling your hair to make you look up. Into your field of vision came Jisung's, still stone-hard cock. "Come on babygirl, don't forget about me." Grinned the young man at you as he pressed his cock against your lips.

Without hesitation, your mouth closed around his member. Jisung groaned and sank back into the bed "Such a good girl." He praised you. "Such a beautiful mouth. How good you're at it." He ran his hand through his hair as your head moved up and down. You couldn't hide your own moan as Minho inserted another finger inside you and deftly circled your clit with his thumb. That alone could have made you cum. You felt yourself clenching around his fingers. "Fuck Y/N, now I know why Jisung almost came so fast earlier." Gasped Minho. Your legs started to shake again as he found the sweet spot inside of you. A muffled moan escaped your lungs as Jisung's cock twitched deep in your throat.

Minho bent over you and gently kissed your back, tenderly caressing your skin and finally removing his fingers from your soaking wet hole, replacing them with his own cock. You didn't stop spoiling Jisung's member with your tongue as you felt Minho sliding inside of you, causing you both to groan loudly. He barely gave you time to get used to his cock. Minho was hungry, hungry to chase after yours and his own high. Slowly he began thrusting into you, holding you by your hips. You couldn't hide how much this turned you on. As a result, you began to suck harder on Jisung's cock. Your moans harmonized with each other. Every time Minho thrust harder into you, he earned a sweet reaction from you before Jisung joined in shortly after with your tongue play.

Minho's speed began to increase, causing him to let out a deep drawn out growl. You had a hard time keeping your head still and concentrating on Jisung's cock, because all you could focus on right now was Minho inside you, pounding into you relentlessly, hitting your weak spot every time. You almost started to gag as Jisung's member slid deep into your throat, causing the young man to moan loudly, "Oh my god Y/N." Your spit ran down his cock as you held back the gag reflex until Minho grabbed you by the hair and jerked you up to him. His left arm wrapped around you while he still held you by the hair with his other hand while you were seeing stars. "Such a good angel." His lips met your neck as he thrust into you graciously. You gasped as his teeth seared into your soft skin. Tears formed in your eyes from the sweet pain, rolling down your cheeks. Meanwhile, Jisung watched the whole spectacle, making sure with his own hand that he was not too far from his finale.

Minho's tongue finally began to caress his bite marks until he stroked up to your ear "Tell us what you want baby." He murmured. "How do you want to cum?" His words were like music in your ears, barely audible and yet so heavenly.

It was hard for you to form a clear thought at his devilish speed. Each thrust into your tight, dripping hole made you whimper as your vision blurred. It took you a moment before you could gradually answer.

"There's something w-what, fuck oh my, t-that I've always wanted to try." You gasped, biting your lower lip. "Tell us babygirl." Groaned Minho, burying his face against your shoulder.

"I want you both in my holes." Your voice was like an Aphrodisiac for the two men. Minho moaned and pulled you even closer to him so that it almost took your breath away "Please, please don't make me wait." You panted and effortfully lifted your head to look at Jisung, who was looking at you with his cock in his hand in surprise. Minho groaned, still holding you tightly. His thrusts slowed down, which is why you took a breath for a moment. "If that's what our angel desires, then she shall have it." He growled softly and slowly let go of you. Your legs were already pure pudding, which is why you shakily made your way back to the bed, only to land in Jisung's arms. He welcomed you with a smile and brushed your hair out of your face "Hey baby." You had to smile and climbed over him "Hey Sungie." Carefully you propped yourself up on his torso while Minho also made his way to the bed and positioned himself behind you. His warm chest touched your back so he could look at you and Jisung. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked again and kissed you on the cheek. You didn't have to think long. You were sure. "Yeah, absolutely." You breathed, snuggling up to him. Between your legs, your nectar was already oozing down, wetting Jisung's cock, which was twitching longingly. He couldn't wait to be inside your tight pussy again.

Minho moved away from you while Jisung put his arms around you and pulled you down to him. He captured you in a long passionate kiss as he slowly slid into you. You felt every inch inside you, every twitch and vein of his cock against your throbbing walls. You moaned softly, melting into Jisung as he slowly thrust into you. Meanwhile, Minho was preparing your other hole for his own cock. You felt his finger, moistened with spit, running over your entrance. He gave you the time you needed before he gently pushed his finger into your tight hole. This new feeling made you gasp in the kiss, which is why you abruptly released your lips from Jisung's. "Hey shhh, it's alright Angel." Tenderly the young man stroked your cheek. "Minho will do it slow and carefully, so you can get used to it." He breathed before Jisung kissed you again. The heat rose to your face, but you tried to relax. At first, it was uncomfortable and strange, but after a few minutes passed, you got used to the new feeling. You sighed softly, letting yourself drift. With each successive thrust of Jisung and the movements of Minho's finger, the knot in your abdomen began to tighten. Your moans grew louder as you got closer to your high.

"Hey Angel." Minho's voice brought you back to reality. "Are you ready for my cock?" Your eyes opened and you had to gasp. "So ready." You answered him. You finally wanted to feel him. You didn't know what was coming, but you couldn't wait any longer. Just like Minho.

You sucked in your breath sharply as he penetrated your ass. At first, it was pain that made itself felt, which is why you stiffened, but Jisung's fingers finding their way to your clit quickly made you forget. Minho remained in his position and gave you enough time to relax again. The distraction Jisung gave you was just the right thing.

"Is that good baby?" His fingers circled your clit as he began to thrust into you faster. Your head went completely blank. You were a fucking mess. With Jisung in your tight wet pussy and Minho in your ass, you could hardly think straight. "Oh my god." Your face buried itself against Jisung's shoulder. The tingling was now clearly noticeable. You wouldn't last much longer.

Your pussy was literally sucking in Jisung's cock, causing him to increase his speed and groan out "God Y/N you feel so good."

And Minho also gasped behind you as he began thrusting into you. If this was heaven, you had definitely found it. You clenched around Jisung's cock as your ass was completely stretched out by Minho's member. Your whole body began to tremble as Jisung's fingers relentlessly massaged your clit. Your pelvis twitched incessantly, which is why Minho reached out to hold you in place. "Please don't stop-" you gasped, burying your face in the pillow next to Jisung's head. Still, he had you wrapped tightly in his arms so you couldn't escape his cock. He snuggled up to you, which made you look at him. Your eyes were filled with tears as you finally wanted to find your release. He put his hand gently on the back of your neck and looked at you with a smile "It's okay Angel, let go. Cum for us." He breathed and pulled you into a passionate kiss. At that moment, all the weight fell off of you. All the stress that had accumulated in you over the past few months fizzled out the moment your orgasm burst upon you.

"Fuck, g-gonna cum!" You were glad you had a lonely cabin in the mountains because otherwise, someone would definitely have heard you screaming.

Minho and Jisung sped up once again as your high took you over completely. Your whole body twitched and started shaking as you let out a mixture of screams and moans as the knot in your abdomen abruptly loosened. You buried your face against Jisung's shoulder while your two friends helped you savor your high to the end.

Your tight holes pulsated while Minho and Jisung were still chasing their own high. You could barely hold on as Jisung fucked your sensitive pussy at a merciless pace. "Fuck, I'm close." He moaned loudly. His fingers eased off your clit to give him a better grip on your body. A few more thrusts followed until the young man finally came inside you with a loud curse. His cock twitched inside you and filled your pussy with his cum to the last drop. Your legs trembled tirelessly while Minho was still penetrating your ass. "Shit you two look really hot." He grinned and slapped your right buttcheek. You groaned out and began to carefully lean over Jisung so he could gasp for air too. "Is that so?" You panted in response to Minho's observation. "Does Daddy like that?" You felt his cock twitch at those words. "Hmm Daddy really likes it." Groaned Minho before his head sank into his neck. His grip on your hips tightened and his pace increased. "Tell me angel, where do you want me to cum? In your sweet ass or should I cum in your tight pussy with Sungie's cum?" Both options were so tempting. Everything was still spinning around you, which is why you closed your eyes "Fuck me in the pussy." You moaned softly. "Fuck your cum in me."

After one last thrust into your ass, he slid out of you to penetrate your wet and cum-filled hole right after.

Minho's release came suddenly and with a loud moan. His warm semen mixed with Jisungs as he could no longer hold himself up as his cock twitched inside you, caressing your inner walls. You felt Minho leaning against you as he was completely out of breath.

The room filled with gasps and three friends panting for air.

It took you a while to finally find the strength to lay your head on Jisung's chest. His rose and fell just as out of breath as yours. "Fuck, that was amazing." You murmured exhaustedly as Minho slowly slid out of you to join you. Jisung put his arm around you while Minho snuggled up to you from behind and tenderly kissed your shoulder "I hope our angel is feeling better now." On your skin, you could feel him smiling. You had to giggle and replied to him "Much better, thanks to you."

"We should do this more often." Remarked Jisung. "Whenever Y/N feels stressed." You had to laugh exhaustedly at his words. "Sounds good, I'm in."

Happy and content, the three of you snuggled up to spend the rest of the night together.

You would take care of the mess later.

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— But I Like It And It’s All Because Of You | Marvel Fanfic

Before they were Stevella, they were Johnny Storm & Sophia Barbaro

Pairing: Johnny Storm x OC, Johnny Storm x Sophia Barbaro

Fic length: Short Blurb

Universe: Marvel Comics (Earth 37)

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Summary: What happens on another timeline, where our beloved couple were AU versions of themselves in a way different universe? Or maybe they are in our tale already? In other words the half-ass nurse and her fire filled boyfriend.

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It’s been a few days since the incident happened, as he felt his molecules got struck and rearranged before knock out, cold the rest of his family and friends.

But when Johnny woke up, he felt nice.

Hell, he was better than fine!

He was great. Despite the nurses and doctors who checked in on him, telling him to stay at the medical center to get rest. Yeah sure the first few moments he woke up he was groggy and a little whipped out but other than that he felt great.

He was getting himself into a red tracksuit for the snowy weather a few kilometers away, from the main medical clinic where he was staying. That was when he paused seeing the nurse who walked in.

“Woah, woah, woah, where do we think we’re going?” She asked.

Johnny held a cheeky grin towards her. Her dark hair from her light tan skin and soft brown eyes made him go hot.

God she is pretty…

“I don’t know if we noticed, babe, but the sickest runs on this side of the alps are right outside that window.” He remarked strapping on his cherry red sweater.

“Yeah I noticed but there are rules here, you can’t leave...” She explained walking over to him with a small smile but she was cuff off.

“Until we finish the test. I know but I never been good with rules. You let me know how those come out.”

She crossed her arms chuckling lightly at him.

He paused and smirked, “Wanna help me with the zipper?”

“This is not a ski resort, Mr. Storm.” She remarked.

“Ah ‘Mr. Storm’, I like the sound of that leaving your gorgeous lips.”

“Ha!”

“You can’t lie, you like the sound of it.”

“Again, not a ski resort. Sit your butt down.”

Johnny smirk tuned into grin as he sat down on the bed, “Ooh, yes ma’am. I like a woman with a commanding tone. As for your answer, it’s not a ski resort, yet! Luckily grandma still sends care packages through, you’ll be surprised for an 80 year old woman you—gah!”

Sophia stuck the thermometer in his mouth to shut him up and take his temperature. She giggled seeing his reaction before his face relaxed.

“You are trouble.” She smirked chuckling.

“Mhm, trouble is my middle name.” He remarked talking with thermometer in his mouth.

She noticed the temperature rising on the scans and said, “Oh you’re hot!”

“Why thank you, so are you.” He added, “And I’m not afraid to cry.”

“No, I mean you feel a little feverish..”

“Well I never felt better in my life. My god, you smell good, listen.”

He took her hand that was resting on his cheek and lowered it to play with her hands as he removed the thermometer from his mouth. She blushed a slight bit and raised an eyebrow, still a bit concerned about his very hot body.

“When you get off work?” He continued.

“4 but I..” She repiled.

“Tell you what, babe, you meet me at 4:01 at the mountain.”

He kept talking standing up from bed, grabbing his equipment for skiing and walked around.

“I’ll give you a minute to freshen up.” He continued, hell he took the thermometer that was in his mouth and placed it in her front pocket ever so gently, “This is yours.” Then he pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “That’s mine.”

He mumbled the word ‘nurses’ under his breath as he walked out of the room. Sophia stood there with a soft smile on her face, trying to not laugh shaking her head.

God he is cute…

She looked at the thermometer that held his temperature and the machine beating. His core temperature was 209 degrees. Oh that’s new and rather got. His energy level was hot.

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Later on, the two of them were dressed in ski clothes riding a helicopter across the mountains. The radio was playing some 2000s punk band as the hover above one another.

Johnny dressed in fire engine red and black, meanwhile Soph was dressed in deep rosy pinks and dark browns.

The two laughed at the wildness of it all.

Once they reached the drop point, turn to the pilot and Johnny shouted, “Alright you should stay to the right. The left might give you trouble. I think we should drop like 10 more feet.”

The pilot nodded.

Sophia chuckled and shouted, “We’ll be fine. Let’s make a bet.”

Johnny smirked, “I’m listening! What we talkin’?”

“Last one down springs for room service.”

“Your on.”

Before the blonde could say anything else, she flipped her body forward and lunched into the snow below them. Her screams echoed through the sky as laughter filled the air around them. Johnny grinned at that.

He looked over his shoulder at the pilot and proudly shouted, “That’s my future wife!”

With that, he lunched forward into the snow and began sliding down the mountain on his board. She looked over her shoulder and chuckled.

“You’re pretty good at this!” Sophia yelled skiing down.

He laughed, “Not so bad yourself, babe!”

“You’ll be losing soon.”

“Ha! All right. No more kid’s stuff. Watch this!”

Johnny shouted for her to check out his smooth moves as she flipped and swung around the snow. But as he kept going, he started sparking flames across his body.

He didn’t even notice.

“Woah! You’re on fire!” Sophia shouted across from him, skiing off to the side. There was a hint of panic in her voice.

Johnny shouted, “Thanks! You’re pretty amazing too.”

“No, your on literal fire! Look!”

Johnny noticed the fire raging across him and spike up his body trying to escape the flames, but instead started sliding down the mountain even harder, and further.

Sophia wasn’t watching where she was going either as she stifled against the sight of smoke and snow in front of her. She went tumbling onto the ground.

The blonde looked over his shoulder hearing her voice but couldn’t stop his ski board from sliding down the mountain despite all his weight. It didn’t help the situation as the fire engulf him, his eyes widened flying off the cliff straight into a thick cloud of snow and dust.

He coughed and sucked in a small breath in surprise noticing a big hole around him. He was out of his element, wearing nothing but his birthday suit surrounded by the pool of steaming hot water, within the area of snow.

Soon enough, down slid Sophia coming to a stop in front of her. She removed her ski mask to get a better view of him waist deep in the water.

“Care to join me?” Johnny asked, hands above his head breathing heavily. The shock still lingered over his eyes.

She furrowed her eyebrows lightly chuckling, “You serious?”

“To be fair, this wasn’t how I planned our time in the hot tub would be.”

“Is that so?”

“I was planning wine and cheese for dinner tonight at the hotel while we cruised in the hot tub.”

Johnny smirked and shrugged, a slight sheepish expression on his face. He totally expects for her to back out on him.

“What do you say? Start our plans early?” He asked once again.

Sophia grinned and shrugged at the idea, “Why not?”

She dropped her ski poles onto the ground and removed her cap.

Let’s just say things got steamy…

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Omggg I had to try out this new game of AUs for couples. P. S. her father owns The Baxter Building 😉

Pls let me know what you think 💭

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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.

[disregardcanon]

semi-realistic thoughts about where the yellowjackets and co might be in 2021 if the plane HAD crashed but they got rescued before laura lee died because misty never found the black box

tai- in exactly the same place, but with better coping mechanisms and a stable and realistic relationship with simone. sammy still has some issues because tai represses stuff and is still a politician who’s keeping secrets about the wilderness, but tai actually does let him get the therapy he needs. she’s still close to shauna and akilah, and she wishes that she could be close with van, but things are weird there. she always knew van wanted different things out of life than she did, but it was a lot harder to break things off after they lived through a plane crash and a few months in the wilderness together.

van- jack of all trades, master of none. she’s been a summer camp counselor all over the country, done bit parts in lots of movies, was on jeopardy once, managed a spirit halloween, got involved in cutco knives before she realized it was an mlm, worked at an amusement park, taught english to kids in different countries (never with the US military though because that sucks), worked at a ski resort. she’s had a lot of girlfriends that never really stuck, but she’s glad for all of them. she still talks to quite a few of the yellowjackets, but it’s... hard. when she talks to tai. taissa the accomplished lawyer and now state senator thinks that she should settle down, and that’s a little hard to hear from the high school girlfriend who dropped van when she went off to college.

coach ben- after his experience in the wilderness with the girls and losing his leg, there is absolutely NO way he’s going back to teaching. he tries to make things right with paul and after some work, he ends up moving in with paul in the city. paul’s a writer already, so ben gives it a try and does some comedy columns and sports columns.

nat- had a couple of years right after high school where she was drifting and on just about every drug in the book until she accidentally runs into ben and paul at a party and ben’s like oh my god NATALIE!??! and makes her sleep on their couch for a while. eventually she ends up making weird art and coaching a kids’ soccer team. she has some short term romantic relationships with both men and women but none of them ever really stick.

misty and crystal- coach very gently told her when they were in the hospital that he was gay and not interested. and she was like “oh you figured it out because i was so wonderful and you weren’t attracted to me, so you knew you couldn’t like girls?” and he sighed and went. yes misty. that’s how. and she put a hand on his shoulder and said “how brave. how inspiring” and then misty started telling this story to any teammate who would listen. crystal was the only one who didn’t roll her eyes and she was like “omg, a gay teacher? like in the children’s hour????” and then they become best friends going into the next year of school. misty doesn’t HAVE a secret that’s big enough to break them up so they just. stay together.

misty stays on as the equipment manager but mainly just to cheer on her bestie and they join theater together. they don’t do very well but they LOVE it, and they decide to go to the same college to be roommates. crystal becomes a quirky high school theater teacher and misty still becomes a concerning RN who dates and intimidates weird little guys, but they live together and are like, what, gay? *pft* no, we’re besties! and they are, but god are they weird about it

laura lee and lottie- lottie’s parents made her go to the same ivy that her dad went to, and she really hates it, even though she does her best and gets her degree. (i’m thinking some kind of counseling/leadership) laura lee goes to a bible college that skews too conservative for her and she hates it too, so much that she decides to drop out until she can figure out where she DOES want to go. a lot of soulsearching and mishaps later, and lottie is taking on a youth minister position at a nondenominational hippie dippie queer loving church and inviting laura lee to check it out, and laura lee falls in LOVE WITH IT and then goes straight into the seminary she can find that best lines up with her own values. they become a power couple and get married in 2004 as soon as it’s legal. they end up with a congregation that isn’t very large but is dedicated and does a lot of good in their area.

travis and javi- coach martinez still died, so things are hard, but not nearly as hard as in canon. they work through his death as best as they can with their mom, and travis stays at home the next year to go to community college before leaving home. javi makes him join a dungeons and dragons campaign and it actually helps him a lot with the Big Feelings Time. travis goes into something that his dad thought was nerdy and not masculine enough but that he likes and is good at, and javi becomes an artist. he and shauna collaborate sometimes on projects <3. also travis and jackie become weird friends at community college

mari- she’s an mlm girlie but one that is Proud! Of! It! she’s got a big enough downline that she actually supports herself this way, even though it.... still sucks and is soulsucking. but it lets her be a little bitchy, do tasks, and be kind of in charge and kind of not in charge and mari DOES like that.

melissa and gen- let them play soccer together in college because they were on the fabled yellowjackets team that never got to go to nationals as well as the one that WON! let melissa get butcher. let gen have a sexuality crisis as she gets jealous about girls falling all over her best friend. let them be soccer lesbians who eventually move to denver and buy a subaru

akilah- they find out that shauna’s pregnant before they’re rescued and right before laura lee’s able to make her incredible journey. akilah the girl scout finds herself worrying about what might have happened if they had to deliver a baby out there, even though they DIDN’T. then she does a lot of research into the subject on top of studying for her SAT and finds out about maternal mortality rates in the united states, especially among black women like her and her sister. she decides to become an OBGYN to try to fight the problem, and despite the hardships, she makes it happen. she also gets to upset her sister with terrible pregnancy fun facts, which is what siblings are for

jackie- has a blowout fight with shauna about the jeff thing after they get back, straining her relationships with every member of the team. she still tries at college, but she rushes and doesn’t get a bid for a single sorority (she’s going through a crisis where she’s realized she’s a lesbian and doesn’t know what to do with that and also. is very depressed and angry), her potluck roommate doesn’t like her, and her classes are so hard now without shauna to help. she doesn’t know how to ask for help and things spiral for the two semesters it takes for her to get kicked out of college. she’s home the summer afterward, with her parents desperately trying to get her to figure out a different college or go out with jeff again (we understand what he did, but you aren’t exactly... rolling in prospects right now) and she’s just going crazy in her room.

shauna and jackie- shauna gets an abortion and does go to brown! she’s really upset with where things ended with jackie, but she’s still close to tai and some of the other girls and she’s exploring her bisexuality at college, so she’s doing okay javi sends her drawings sometimes, and that’s nice. when she comes home over her first summer and sees jackie absolutely rotting... she feels awful enough to try to mend the bridge. it doesn’t totally work, but by the end of the season they’re on speaking terms again, and over the next few holiday breaks they become tentative friends again, then good friends, then homoerotic girls who are dancing around each other.

jackie tries out the community college thing and tries hanging out with jeff again, who’s working at his parents’ furniture store. her parents are convinced they’re dating and jeff kind of is too and jackie... tries to see if she can fix herself. she forces herself to let it be dating and then they have sex and it feels wrong and weird and bad... but she does it. and jeff’s magical sperm does its thing.

timeline-wise the pregnancy becomes clear about 3 months before shauna’s graduation from brown/jackie’s graduation from the community college. (she and travis are weird friends there. no i’m not elaborating but it happened) and her parents are freaking out and trying to get her and jeff to get married right now immediately to save face, and jackie just. cries. and calls shauna. and cries some more. and they have a heart to heart and confess some feelings and decide that they’ll try dating and kinda. raise the baby together. (it’s callie yay!)

jackie isn’t going to be able to move in with shauna until after she finishes this semester and gets a bigger place, and her parents are livid that she refused jeff’s offer and is still keeping the baby! (they don’t even know she’s a lesbian yet) so she has to move in temporarily with the martinezes javi shows her lots of art pieces and is like “would shauna like this?” and the answer is always yes.

eventually, shauna becomes an editor for the local paper and a fiction writer. jackie stays home with bby callie for a bit and then cycles between different odd jobs for a while as she tries to find a good fit. she eventually ends up as middle management at a small company where she does a whole lot of team-building exercises that everyone pretends to hate until she pulls out the prizes

[techdriveplay]

How to Plan a Snow Trip to Japan in 2024

Planning a snow trip to Japan in 2024 is an exciting endeavor that promises unforgettable experiences on some of the world’s best powder-covered slopes. As I find myself in the midst of organizing my own snow adventure to Japan, I’ve discovered that there’s much to consider to make the trip seamless and enjoyable. From choosing the perfect resort to navigating Japan’s unique snow culture, every…

[terrence-silver]

I don't think Terry Silver likes the snow, but what if his partner adores it? Does he join her outside?

I think he abhors it too.

Man's hot blooded. Relishes in the warm sun. Hot climates. Jacuzzi lounging. Cold poolside cocktails. Palm trees. Beaches, private or otherwise (but, especially private). He likes sweat, tropical weather conditions and he likes it searing. While California has it's vast share of mountains and diversely cool to temperate zones, that sort of thing, well, is not exactly his cup of tea, although you could bet your ass Mr. Silver owns winter resorts he undoubtedly never or seldom uses purely because he can, as a mere status symbol. A colossal Manor in Aspen or Switzerland that stays locked all year round and that's the collective envy and sore spot of everyone breaking their asses to own something Terry doesn't even care to ever utilize or enjoy? Why the heck not. It amuses him how pissed off people get about it, him having a ten million dollar mansion that just sits there...empty...purely because he doesn't want to compromise on changing climates.

Extreme winter sports on the other hand?

Contradictively enough, I can see Terry rather enjoying and excelling at those, purely because he pushes himself to excel at everything he touches like someone out to collect achievements and accolades, be it in martial arts, playing an instrument or skiing, for example --- something he quite literally does with a smile on his face, absolutely in control and far so than most trained professionals while he's on a Snow mobile, hanging off of rock climbing equipment, perched up on skates, on paragliders, soaking in saunas, bathing in ice cold streams for the disciplinary hell of it and relishing the adrenaline like someone hitting a ketamine high. Chances are, he tried an extreme winter sport with a narcotic shooting up the blood in his veins purely for the thrill of it. Not to mention, he looks fantastic in custom made and commissioned winter sport's wear and gear that undoubtedly costs a fortune!

So, if beloved likes snow? The winter?

That's a pleasure he gives them.

He gives them anything they want and they seldom even have to ask for it, if ever. They want the keys to his winter resort estate over the season? Done! It's theirs! They should take it! It's his gift to them and he insists that they have it! He won't take 'no' for an answer! They want to spend time out there? Arranged! He flies them out with a helicopter and has a full waiting staff on stand by that's more than happy to actually be doing something out there for a change seeing as how Mr. Silver never comes down from LA. Beloved wants Terry joining them for some winter fun? Why not. He takes time off specifically for the relish of it. Terry Silver can always give beloved the chase of their life through a snowed in patch of forest, fuck them in front of a roaring fireplace on a polar bear pelt and then sweat it out in a private steam room, hoping they'll be snowed in long enough for him to have beloved all to himself as a hostage up here.

The options and opportunities are endless.

[makethiscanon]

SnowFall: Krel & Fem!Reader [Part 1]

'Krel wanted to stay home, but his ski trip turns out to be far more interesting than he'd ever thought it could be.'

Rating: G

Word Count: 900

Warning: none

Tags: General Fic, Plot Focused, First Meetings, Friendship, gotta squint to see any romance, Third Person, Winter, Skiing, Canon Typical Violence.

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“Ay-yi-yi,” grumbled Krel.

The grandeur of the ski resort’s lobby was lost on him when he categorically did not want to be there. “It is bad enough you drag me away from Mother. I should not have to see … that.”

He pointed at Aja and Steve accusingly. They were currently wrapped in each other’s arms over by the check-in counter, ignoring everything around them in favour of mashing their faces together. Varvatos shook his head, his booming voice at odds with his stout, geezer body.

“Varvatos promised the king and queen he would protect you both. He cannot do that if you are apart.”

Krel scoffed.

“You could have said no to this trip.”

“The queen-in-waiting assured me her ski-resort tickets were none-refundable.”

Krel waited for the rest of it. He couldn’t believe that was the reason they were here. But nothing came. He watched Varvatos turn to the check-in counter, slamming his wrinkled hand on the desk to demand the clerk do his job quicker. Then Krel’s gaze fell back to the lovebirds.

It wasn’t long before he was sure he would puke.

“Great Gaylen, this is ridiculous.”

Refusing to watch any more of the mushy spectacle, Krel turned to walk away, but fell into someone immediately. He stumbled, but she stumbled harder. She looked ready to fall over, but managed to catch her footing and only lost her chunky headphones instead. They clattered to the parquet flooring with a heavy thwu-tu-tunk.

“Sorry,” said Krel hurriedly, though he held Aja and the blonde oaf responsible. He picked up her headphones, held them out as if to hand them back, but paused when he heard the song playing out of them. “Hey! I know that music. You like Tiësto?”

He was surprised to find someone on his musical wave-length. But instead of reciprocating, the girl looked wide-eyed nervous. She nodded, but took the headphones from him then dashed off as quickly as she had come.

Krel watched her go, raising a puzzled eyebrow.

“Smooth move, buttsnack.” Said Steve, his voice dripping with its usual cockiness. Of course. The only reason he would break away from Aja’s face for a few seconds would be to interject his unwanted opinion.

“My movements are always smooth, thank you.”

After checking in, the quartet retired to their room on the tenth and highest floor. It was a room more akin to an apartment. Originally, Steve had booked a double just for him and Aja, but Varvatos had insisted on upgrading to one large room. He insisted everyone be within rescuing distance should the moment arise. It had left the clerks with very little choice but to put them in the penthouse, equipped with three bedrooms, a lounge, kitchenette, and cushy balcony hot tub. Krel’s digitally-adept fingers had made swift work of the resort’s membership cards, loading one with enough points to pay for the entire trip upfront.

“If I must be dragged away from fixing Mother, I should at least be comfortable.” He said, flopping down onto one of the large, sunken couches surrounding their personal fire-pit. Aja was over by the floor-length windows, looking out at the grand, snowy mountain peaks.

“So lively.” She cooed. She could see people on the hills, zipping down them on poles attached to their feet. “I want to try that.”

Steve came up alongside her, slipping his arm around her waist.

“That’s why we’re here, babe. We’re going skiing tomorrow.”

“Glorious!” Bellowed Varvatos, his hulking Akiridion body pressing up against the glass next to them. “We shall battle these who-mans on their powdered-water terrain. Varvatos imagines he is even more terrifying speeding towards his enemies on pointed sticks.”

The others laughed, hardly willing to tell him that skiing was not a contact sport.

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The next morning, two of the Akiridions eagerly transducted into their human guises, while the third had to be bullied into it by his sister.

“I upgraded your serrators so you could go out whenever, and this is the thanks I get?” Complained Krel, shifting into his human form after Aja’s endless pestering. “Go without me! I have no desire to be cold or wet on some hill.”

“Please, little brother.” Aja begged, already wrapping up in thermal gear on the couch. “It will not be the same without you.” She paused to punctuate her point. “You need a break from duty, too.”

Krel knew she was right, in essence. But his idea of a break was something separate from the outdoor escapade she clearly wanted. But when she looked at him like that, he could hear his mama and papa telling him that all they had was each other. And with a sigh, he caved in.

“Fine. It should be no harder than riding your hoverboard.”

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[far-side-skies]

Crystal Headcanons - Fan-Crystals

So over time I've come up with a big collection of fan/headcanon crystals for Storm Hawks. It's such a fascinating concept to me that I feel didn't get explored often enough in the show, despite them making up the entirety of the world's established magic system and being crucial to other parts of life such as travel and combat. I love making up new crystals to fill the world with so here's all the ones I have so far. I may have missed some, but this is most if not all of the crystals I've made up for stuff like plot, macguffins or just because I saw a random game mechanic I liked and thought "can I make up a crystal that does that?"

Some of these were made in collaboration with @ashe-alter. The raystones, hex crystal and channelling stone are the main three, but they've helped me figure out bits and pieces of other ones in this list. Go check out Grimm's stuff, they just made an ask blog for their awesome oc Austry too.

Borealis crystals: The colour of the Aurora. Popular in ski and snow resorts across Atmos, Borealis crystals are capable of changing the weather to snowfall. High-grade ones in the hands of powerful mages can even be used to summon vicious snowstorms. Must be handled with care, as an unstable, leaking Borealis crystal can cause Borealis poisoning, a chronic condition that shortens your lifespan.

Magnesis crystals: Silvery crystals with a metallic sheen. These are crystals that produce their own powerful magnetic field. Frequently used in heavy lifting equipment.

Leechlights: Black-purple in colour. Rare. Adjacent to leech crystals, leechlights are able to absorb light in order to create pockets of darkness. They are a favourite of Cyclonia's Nightcrawlers, awarded to their highest ranking officers.

Orbital stones: White, shard-like crystals. Splintered bones of death itself. Capable of severing the soul from the body. Handle with extreme caution, deadly to undead beings and dangerous for individuals with a silver allergy. Do Not channel into a Crescendo.

Memory stones: Yellow. Used to store memories for safekeeping. Legends tell of an ancient demigod who first created these crystals to record history.

Adreno crystals: Another crystal with origins in myth. On the surface they seem like standard purple energy crystals, until you realise how uneasy they make you feel. Their true power is that they cause an increase in adrenaline and stress-related hormones, triggering one's fight or flight response and heightening anxiety.

Rally stones: Myth origin. Comes in red or green. Red triggers passion, green triggers fury. Has disturbing uses in brainwashing rituals.

Raystones: Gold like the sun. Uncommon. Adjacent to sol crystals, they turn sunlight into concentrated blades and are better suited for weaponry.

Echo crystals: Light blue. Used to record audio and play it back, a common component of record discs and tape players.

Saltpetre crystals: Often colourless. Explosive crystals used for fireworks. A vital component to most firearms.

Glowstone: Can come in many colours. A Minecraft reference. Popular among crystal smiths for weapons development, glowstones aren't particularly bright and absolutely useless in combat. They do, however, leave a trail of light wherever they go that lingers like a long-exposure photograph. This makes them useful for navigating caves without having to scratch marks into the walls, and smiths use them to check the energy-conductive tracks in crystal powered weapons.

Bifrost crystals: Range from purple to blue-green. Incredibly rare but usually found among deposits of borealis crystals. At a glance, they're not anything special, but when struck by a bifrost powered weapon, the target is swathed in a shroud of shimmering light. A second strike causes said light to detonate around the target. If this sounds familiar, it's because I took this from a God of War Ragnarok mechanic.

Avia crystals: Green. A unique legendary set of crystals belonging to the Amazonian royal family. With these crystals, users can take the form of a bird, and if used in tandem with the rest of the set, they can turn other people into birds too.

Thunder opals: Opalescent stones that can create loud cracks of thunder and a wave of force when activated. High grade thunder opals are indicated by their white colouration. Lower grade ones with less force are popular with sound effects artists for use in movies, songs and radio productions. Black ones are silent but still produce a deadly shockwave when used.

Deadwood crystals: Dusty brown in colour. Frequently making up the cores of arid Terras, deadwood crystals create dry winds that can escalate into dust storms and twisters if used in the right environments.

Channelling stones: (aka Godtrapper crystals) There are many debates as to whether or not these crystals actually exist. They can be used to steal the power of divine beings for mortals to use for themselves.

Hex crystals: One of the only crystals with a 'liquid' form, hex crystals produce a purple substance known as Hexane that can be used to store oxygen, carbon dioxide and other chemicals. In the right conditions, creatures submerged in this liquid can be kept alive in a sort of "stasis" indefinitely

[bearcreekcabins]

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