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A DORNISH INDULGENCE

Pairings : pedro pascal (oberyn martell) x reader x ellaria sand

Genre : f/m, f/f, threesome smut, scissoring, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, 

Synopsis : In where Oberyn Martell finds his lovely paramour and pretty wife having some fun of their own and decides to join them. 

Word Count : 2.1k

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Oberyn had spent the evening indulging in wine and idle conversation with his brother, Prince Doran but as always, his thoughts drifted back to you, his wife, his sun and moon. He had only stepped away for a few hours yet he already craved the sight of you, the taste of your lips and the feel of your body against his. As he strode through the halls toward your shared chambers, a knowing smirk played on his lips. He could hear the soft and breathy sounds coming from inside, the unmistakable melody of pleasure. He pushed the doors open without hesitation and without shame.

And there you were.

His beautiful wife, bare and glowing in the dim candlelight, tangled in the embrace of Ellaria Sand.

Oberyn's breath caught in his throat for just a moment but it wasn’t shock that rendered him still. It was pure, unfiltered admiration. Ellaria was draped over you like a silken shawl, her wild curls cascading down her bare back as she pressed her lips to your skin. Your head was tilted back against the pillows, eyes lidded in pleasure as her hands traced slow, lazy patterns over your thighs.

Oberyn leaned against the doorway, watching with rapt attention. "And here I thought I was the only one who could make my wife sound so sweet." He drawled, his voice dripping with amusement and desire.

You startled slightly at his voice but Ellaria merely chuckled, unbothered and emboldened even. She lifted her head, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your throat before turning her gaze toward Oberyn. "Your wife is a divine creature, my Prince." Ellaria purred, her hands still exploring your body. "I couldn’t resist."

Oberyn pushed off the doorframe, slowly making his way toward the bed. His sharp knowing eyes traveled over your flushed skin, the slight trembling in your limbs, the way you bit your lip under his gaze. "You need not resist, my love." He murmured as he knelt beside the bed, his fingers trailing up your thigh, making you shiver. "I would never deny myself the sight of two of the most beautiful women in all of Dorne indulging in pleasure."

Ellaria smirked, her fingers tangling in your hair as she tilted your face toward her, capturing your lips in a slow, teasing kiss. You felt Oberyn’s warm breath against your skin as his lips traced along your inner thigh, his deep chuckle sending a thrill through your spine. "Shall I join you, my loves?" He mused, his hands already parting your legs further. You barely had time to answer before he made the decision for you.

The room was thick with heat, a sultry mix of candlelight and the heady scent of Dornish wine lingering in the air. Your body trembled beneath the gentle yet insistent touch of Ellaria, her mouth leaving a trail of fire down your skin. Above you, Oberyn’s lips ghosted over your own, teasing, indulging, savoring. "Do you feel how much she adores you, my love?" He murmured against your lips, his fingers tracing down your arms as he pinned you beneath him. "How she worships you?"

Ellaria’s dark eyes flickered up, a wicked glint in them as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. Her hands, soft yet sure, gripped your hips, keeping you in place as she settled herself between your legs. "She tastes divine, my Prince." She purred before dragging her tongue along your sensitive heat, her touch slow and torturous.

A gasp tore from your lips and Oberyn swallowed the sound, capturing your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue swept against yours, tasting your pleasure as his fingers tangled in your hair. "That’s it, my sweet wife." He praised, his voice thick with desire. "Let her take care of you."

Ellaria hummed against you, sending a wave of pleasure rolling through your body. Her tongue moved with practiced ease, teasing and exploring as her hands dug into your thighs to keep you still. The sight alone had Oberyn groaning, his grip tightening around you as he devoured every sound you made. "Look at you." He murmured, pulling back just enough to admire the sight beneath him. Your face was flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, your fingers tangled in the silk sheets as Ellaria worked you over with slow and deliberate strokes.

Oberyn couldn’t resist, his hand slid down your body, tracing the curve of your waist before brushing over your aching, sensitive flesh. "Tell me, my love." He whispered, his thumb grazing your lips as he watched you unravel. "Do you want more?"

"I think she does." Ellaria smirked against you, her fingers replacing her mouth just long enough for her to tease, 

The pleasure was overwhelming, and yet, you never wanted it to end. With Oberyn’s lips on yours and Ellaria’s touch sending you spiraling, you surrendered to the night, knowing that neither of them would let you rest until they had fully, completely, and utterly ruined you. The warmth of her bare skin against yours sent a shiver up your spine as you straddled her, your thighs pressing together in the most sinful way. Her dark, honeyed eyes gazed up at you, half-lidded with pleasure, lips parted as she let out a slow, satisfied sigh.

"That’s it, my love." Oberyn purred from his seat, lounging like a king as he watched you both with a gaze full of hunger. He sipped his wine leisurely but his knuckles were white where he gripped the goblet, his control barely restrained.

Ellaria’s hands slid up your thighs, her nails dragging deliciously over your skin as she whispered. "Come, my sweet. Show me how much you want me." A smirk played on your lips as you began moving, rolling your hips slowly, deliberately, grinding your soaking wet cunt against hers. The friction was intoxicating and the heat between you unbearable. Ellaria gasped, her fingers digging into your waist, her back arching against the soft sheets as she urged you to move faster.

"Seven Hells." Oberyn groaned, shifting in his seat as his eyes darkened with desire. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees and watching intently as your bodies moved together in a sensual dance.

Ellaria moaned beneath you, her breathless sounds mingling with your own as your slick thighs glided against hers. Every movement sent waves of pleasure surging through your core, a slow and sweet torture that left you both gasping.

"You’re exquisite together." Oberyn murmured, palming himself through his robe as he drank in the sight. "Like two goddesses, tangled in sin."

Ellaria reached up, cupping your breasts, rolling your sensitive peaks between her fingers as she leaned up to capture your lips in a deep and hungry kiss. The kiss was all-consuming, wet and desperate, your moans swallowed by each other as you pressed even closer. The tension built higher, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every drag and every shift sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your veins, bringing you both closer to the edge.

"Oberyn…" Ellaria gasped between moans, her hands clinging to you, her body trembling beneath yours. "Come and take her. She’s ready for you."

Oberyn let out a low, satisfied chuckle as he finally stood, shedding his robe in one fluid motion. "Both of you are mine tonight." He declared, crawling onto the bed, his eyes filled with fire and possession. And as he settled behind you, his strong hands running over your body, his lips trailing fire down your neck, you knew that neither he nor Ellaria would let you leave this bed unscathed.

The air in the chambers was thick with heat and sin, bodies tangled in a mess of lust and passion. Oberyn’s grip on your hips was possessive and bruising, his fingers sinking into your flesh as he held you steady. His lips trailed hot kisses down your spine before he growled. "Keep pleasuring her, my love. Make her come while I take you."

Beneath you, Ellaria lay sprawled on the silken sheets, her dark curls splayed across the pillows, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her thighs were warm and slick against your skin as you settled between them and your mouth pressing against the most sensitive part of her. "Yes, sweet girl." She moaned, fingers tangling in your hair as she guided you closer.

Oberyn didn’t wait. He positioned himself behind you, and with one deep, delicious thrust, he filled you completely. You cried out against Ellaria’s thighs, the sudden stretch making you shudder, your walls clenching around him in pure ecstasy. "Fuck, my love, you take me so well." He groaned, his hips snapping forward with rough and unrelenting strokes. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you back against him as he drove into you again and again, his pace merciless.

Ellaria gasped as your moans vibrated against her skin, her thighs tightening around your head. "You feel incredible." She purred, her back arching as she tangled her fingers deeper in your hair.

Oberyn grinned wickedly, watching the way you struggled to focus on pleasuring Ellaria while he ravaged you from behind. He reached down, sliding a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. You sobbed against Ellaria’s core, the overwhelming pleasure nearly too much to bear. The pressure, the heat and the way Oberyn’s cock filled you perfectly while his fingers worked you into a frenzy, it all sent you spiraling.

"She’s close." Oberyn murmured, his voice husky and filled with pride. His thrusts became sharper, his fingers relentless, pushing you to the edge.

Ellaria’s thighs quivered beneath you as she cried out, her body tensing as she found her release. Her moans were like music, her fingers gripping your hair tightly as she shuddered against your mouth.

"That’s it, my love. You’ve pleased her well." Oberyn groaned in satisfaction at the sight. But he wasn’t done with you yet. He flipped you onto your back, capturing your lips in a deep, bruising kiss before he pounded into you with even more force. "Now." He growled, his dark eyes locking onto yours, his grip tightening on your wrists as he pinned you down. "You will come for me." And with one final and devastating thrust, he dragged you over the edge, making you scream his name as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of sweat and passion, the warmth of spent bodies tangled in the silken sheets. Oberyn lay beside you, his golden eyes dark with satisfaction as he trailed lazy fingers along your thigh, watching as his release slowly dripped from your core. "Look at you, my love." He murmured, his voice rich with pride and desire. His large calloused hand moved to your lower belly, pressing there as if he could still feel himself deep inside you. "So full of me. A sight only the gods should be worthy of witnessing."

Ellaria hummed in amusement beside you, her dark curls fanned across the pillows as she reached out, her slender fingers tracing the marks Oberyn had left on your skin. "Mmm… our prince does love to make a mess of you." She purred, pressing a teasing kiss to your shoulder. Her warm brown eyes flickered down to where Oberyn was still admiring his work, a wicked smirk curling her lips. "He always did have a possessive streak."

Oberyn chuckled, dragging his fingers through the evidence of his passion, pushing some back inside you just to watch you tremble. "Can you blame me?" He mused, spreading your legs wider so he could drink in the sight fully.

Your cheeks burned under his intense gaze, your body still sensitive and aching from his earlier attentions. But the heat pooling in your stomach hadn’t fully faded, not when he was still touching you, still watching you like he was ready to claim you all over again. "Oberyn…" You whimpered, shifting under his touch, your thighs instinctively trying to close.

But he tsked, gripping your inner thighs to hold you open. "None of that, my love. I want to see how well you take me. I want to remember this image the next time I ride into battle, knowing that no matter how far I go, you will always be mine."

Ellaria sighed in mock exasperation, pressing a kiss to your temple. "He gets like this after battle, you know. Possessive. Needy. Obsessive." Her hand slid down your stomach, joining Oberyn’s in teasing your over-sensitive core. "Shall we indulge him a little more, my sweet?"

Oberyn’s eyes gleamed with mischief, his lips brushing against your trembling thigh. "Oh, you truly are my greatest treasure, my love." He whispered, before lowering himself between your legs once more. And that night, he made sure you never doubted just how much he adored you.

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Pedro for Vanity Fair. Part 2.

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THREESOMES

Pairings : pedro pascal characters x reader

Genre : f/m, m/f/m, smut, threesomes, edging, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, oral (male & female receiving), sex toys

Synopsis : Oh the joys of being sandwiched between two of your favorite men.

Clint Flood (Freaky Tales) & Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

The room smells like whiskey and sweat, the low hum of the city beyond the windows muted by the thrum of your own racing heart. Clint’s back is against the wall, shirt half-buttoned, belt hanging loose. Meanwhile, Joel’s sprawled across the worn leather couch, legs spread wide, forearms resting on his knees, watching you like a predator with a dark glint in his eyes.

And you’re caught between them. You don’t know how it started, just that it did. A glance from Clint, a brush of Joel’s rough palm against your thigh, and the air thickened with a heat that settled low in your belly. Now you’re standing there, lips swollen from kisses, skin flushed, breath hitching.

“C’mere, baby. Let us take care of you.” Joel’s voice is low, that familiar southern drawl wrapping around you like silk. 

Clint chuckles darkly, stepping closer, his knuckles grazing your jaw as he tilts your face up to his. “Don’t make her choose, Joel.” He murmurs. “She’s ours tonight.”

Your knees nearly buckle at the weight of their attention but Joel rises from the couch, stepping in behind you, his big hands settling on your hips. His lips graze your neck, teeth scraping lightly against your pulse as Clint’s mouth claims yours in a kiss that steals your breath. You’re sandwiched between them now, Joel’s rough calloused hands pulling your skirt up while Clint’s fingers work at the buttons of your blouse, lips trailing down your throat. You shiver as cool air hits your bare skin, your bra undone and pushed aside by greedy hands.

Joel growls low against your ear, his breath hot. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. Gonna have you screaming for both of us.”

Clint’s hand slides between your thighs, teasing over your panties before yanking them down. “So wet already.” He murmurs approvingly, fingers dipping between your folds. “She’s ready for us.”

You gasp, hips rocking into his touch but Joel’s hand slides between your legs from behind, his thick fingers joining Clint’s, stretching you out and making you whimper. The contrast of their touches, Clint’s sharp teasing strokes and Joel’s steady claiming pressure, has your head spinning. They share a look over your shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them and then they’re moving you toward the bed. Joel lays you down first, his hands firm but careful as he settles between your legs, his mouth hot and possessive against your core. Clint stands beside the bed, undressing slowly, watching with that cocky grin of his as you writhe beneath Joel’s tongue.

“Fuck, she’s perfect like this.” Clint murmurs, voice low and rough. “All spread out for us, takin’ what we give her.”

You cry out when Joel slides two fingers into you, curling them just right, his mouth relentless. Clint steps in, stripping the last of his clothes and kneeling by your head, his hard length brushing your lips. His voice is almost a plea when he murmurs, “Open up, darlin’.” You do, taking him into your mouth while Joel works you below, his deep groans vibrating against your skin. The combined sensations are overwhelming, Clint’s thick salty-sweet taste on your tongue, Joel’s skilled fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Such a good girl.” Joel murmurs against your slick folds, his voice rough with need. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

Your orgasm crashes over you, blinding and all-consuming and they don’t stop, Joel keeps working you through it, Clint thrusting shallowly into your mouth, his hand tangled in your hair. They pull back only to reposition you, Joel’s thick cock replacing his fingers as he thrusts deep inside you, while Clint slides in behind you, pressing his lips to your neck, his cock hard and insistent against your back.

“Ready for both of us, sweetheart?” Clint whispers, biting down lightly on your shoulder. You nod, breathless, eyes half-lidded, completely at their mercy. Joel groans as he starts moving, slow and deep, while Clint pushes in behind you, the stretch nearly too much but you want it, need it. Their combined weight, their heat, the way they fill you, push you past pleasure into something primal. You’re caged between them, marked by their hands, their mouths, their bodies, completely owned and worshipped.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dave York (The Equalizer 2) & Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

The air crackles with tension, thick and heavy like a storm about to break. You can feel both their eyes on you, Marcus leaning against the doorframe in his fitted button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his gaze soft but hungry. And Dave was seated in the worn leather armchair across the room, legs spread wide, a predatory smirk tugging at his lips. You stand there, the heat of their combined attention wrapping around you, leaving your skin prickling and your breath hitching.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Marcus says, his voice low and steady, but there’s a hint of command beneath his usual warmth. You cross the room toward him, your bare feet silent against the floorboards, your pulse pounding louder than the rain tapping against the windows. His hand cups your face, his thumb brushing over your lips as his dark eyes search yours.

“You sure about this?” He murmurs, voice rough with restraint.

Before you can answer, Dave’s low chuckle cuts through the air, dark and laced with heat. “She’s sure, Pike. Look at her.” He rises from the chair, stalking toward you like a man who’s made up his mind. His hand comes to rest on your hip, his grip firm, fingers digging just enough to make you gasp. “Aren’t you, baby?”

“I want both of you.” Your voice comes out in a breathless whisper. 

That’s all it takes. Marcus’s mouth crashes against yours, his kiss deep and hungry, while Dave steps behind you, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, palms hot against your skin. You’re sandwiched between them, Marcus’s soft but insistent lips on yours, Dave’s rough calloused hands exploring your body from behind, his breath hot against your neck. They peel your clothes away slowly, Marcus’s touch reverent while Dave’s greedy. Marcus kneels to trail kisses down your stomach, his hands skimming your thighs, while Dave unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down with a roughness that leaves you gasping. By the time you’re naked between them, you’re trembling with anticipation.

Dave growls low in your ear, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers teasing. “So wet for us already.” He murmurs. “You’re gonna take us both, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Your whimper is all the answer he needs.

Marcus rises, his hands steady as he cups your face again. “Look at me.” He says softly. “You’re safe. We’ll take care of you.” His lips brush yours as Dave sinks to his knees behind you, his tongue tracing along your slick folds, making you cry out. Marcus catches your moans with his mouth, swallowing every sound as Dave works you from behind, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for him. The contrast between Marcus’s gentle steady control and Dave’s rough demanding touch makes your head spin.

When Dave stands, his chest pressing against your back, he growls. “On the bed now.” Marcus guides you there, laying you down with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. Dave joins you, stripping the last of his clothes with a predatory grin. They flank you, Marcus kissing you deeply, his hands exploring every inch of you, while Dave kneels between your legs, his thick cock brushing your entrance.

“Ready for me, baby?” Dave murmurs, his voice low and rough.

“Yes…” You breathe, arching into him.

Dave pushes in slowly stretching you, groaning at the feel of you wrapped around him. Marcus watches, his pupils blown wide, stroking himself as he waits his turn. When Dave starts moving, hard and deep, his hands gripping your hips, Marcus leans down, his mouth capturing your moans, his free hand teasing your breasts.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” Marcus murmurs. “Taking him so well. My turn soon.”

Dave’s thrusts grow erratic as he groans your name, pulling out just long enough for Marcus to replace him, his cock sliding into you with a stretch that has you gasping. Marcus’s touch is more measured, his thrusts steady and deep, but Dave isn’t done. He positions himself behind you, his cock brushing against your other entrance.

“You can take us both, can’t you?” Dave growls against your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. “Be a good girl for us.” Your breathless whimper is all the permission they need.

The stretch is overwhelming, the sensation of both of them filling you, claiming you, making you theirs. You’re caught between them, your body trembling, your mind blank with pleasure. They move together, their rhythm perfect, their hands and mouths marking you as theirs. When you finally shatter, it’s with both their names on your lips, your body clenching around them, dragging them over the edge with you. They collapse against you, breathless and spent, their hands stroking over your skin, murmuring praise and promises. And in that moment, tangled between them, your body marked by their touch, you’ve never felt more wanted, more cherished or more complete.

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) & Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

You didn’t plan this.

It started with a look, Dieter’s lazy smirk from across the suite, the glint of mischief in Javi’s warm brown eyes as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting against your neck. A casual drink had turned into heated touches, whispered confessions, and before you knew it, you were here naked between them, breathless and trembling, caught in a perfect storm of pleasure.

Dieter’s hands are on your hips, his rings cool against your flushed skin, as he pulls you back against him. His cock brushes your entrance, the anticipation making your knees weak. Behind you, he leans in, his voice a low, teasing growl in your ear. “Ready for me, baby? Gonna fuck you so good.”

At the same time, Javi kneels in front of you, his hand cradling your jaw, his thumb tracing over your parted lips. His voice is gentle, contrasting Dieter’s edge. “Querida, open for me, hmm? Let me feel you.” You’re breathless, completely at their mercy but you nod, opening your mouth for Javi just as Dieter slides into you from behind, stretching you with a deep rolling thrust that makes you moan around Javi’s length.

“Fuck…” Dieter groans, his hands tightening on your hips as he drives deeper, his pace already rough and demanding. “So tight, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

Javi’s hips shift, his cock filling your mouth, his moan a soft, desperate sound as he strokes your cheek, guiding you to take him deeper. His voice is low, shaky with restraint. “You’re perfect like this.” He whispers in Spanish, his words a heated rush against your flushed skin. “So beautiful with your mouth full, taking us both like a good girl.” Your mind spins with sensation, the deep relentless thrust of Dieter behind you, the heat and weight of Javi’s cock in your mouth, the way their voices blend into a haze of pleasure. You moan, the vibrations making Javi’s hips jerk, a soft curse falling from his lips.

Dieter’s pace quickens, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the room, his voice rough with need. “Shit, I’m not gonna last if you keep sucking him like that, baby. Fuck.”

Javi pulls back slightly, letting you breathe for a moment, his hand caressing your cheek, his eyes dark with desire. “Slow down, hermosa. Let me feel you, savor you.”

But Dieter’s not having any of it, he groans, thrusting harder, his grip almost bruising, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. “No, don’t slow down. I wanna see you messy and ruined, taking us both.” Your whimpers are muffled by Javi’s cock as he pushes back into your mouth, his control slipping, his hand tangling in your hair. The intensity of being stretched, filled, taken by both of them is overwhelming, you’re dizzy with it, your body a live wire of sensation.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Dieter pants, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fuck you full of me while you suck him off.”

Javi’s voice trembles, a mix of praise and desperation. “I’m so close, querida. You’re perfect. Perfect.” You’re right there with them, your body taut with pleasure, your mind spinning from the dual sensations, the delicious stretch, the way they use you and worship you in equal measure. When you finally break, it’s with a muffled cry around Javi’s cock, your body trembling violently as your orgasm crashes over you, clenching around Dieter so tightly it drags him over the edge with you. He spills inside you with a deep groan, his hips stuttering. Javi follows, a shuddering breath escaping him as he comes into your mouth, his voice breaking as he murmurs your name, praise falling from his lips like a prayer. They both pull you into their arms, breathless, bodies tangled and sticky, their hands soothing over your flushed skin.

“You’re ours now.” Dieter murmurs against your neck, his voice low and possessive.

Javi’s lips brush your temple, his voice a soft, reverent whisper. “Siempre nuestra.” And in their arms, between roughness and tenderness, demand and worship, you find the perfect balance you never knew you needed.

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) & Ezra (The Prospect)

The air in the dimly lit quarters is thick with heat and tension, heavy with the weight of desire simmering just beneath the surface. You feel both of them, Din standing tall and imposing, still half-armored, his helmet discarded, his dark eyes drinking you in, and Ezra, lounging on the edge of the bunk, his rough hands tracing lazy circles over your skin, his smirk dark and inviting.

“You’re ours tonight.” Din growls, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

Ezra chuckles softly, the sound rough and warm, his voice curling around you like smoke. “Can’t wait to see you fall apart between us, pretty girl.”

Your breath catches as they close in on you, their bodies caging you between them, their touches possessive and reverent all at once. Ezra’s hands are already at your hips, tugging your clothes away with a practiced ease, while Din’s gloved fingers slide up your spine, his heat searing through the thin fabric of your shirt. They strip you slowly, Ezra’s touch teasing and playful, Din’s methodical and firm. By the time you’re bare before them, you’re trembling with anticipation, your skin prickling with need.

“On your knees, cyar’ika.” Din murmurs, his hand threading through your hair, his grip firm but gentle. “For me.” You sink to the floor, heat flooding your cheeks, your heart pounding wildly. Ezra moves behind you, his rough hands gliding down your back, over the curve of your ass, his breath hot against your skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “I’ll take good care of you.” Din steps closer, his cock thick and hard, brushing against your lips. You open eagerly, your tongue flicking out to taste him, the salty tang of his skin making your head spin. He groans, low and rough, his hips jerking slightly as you take him deeper, your lips stretching around him.

Behind you, Ezra kneels, his hands gripping your hips, spreading you open. You feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, the stretch making you gasp around Din’s length. “Fuck, she’s tight.” Ezra growls, his voice ragged as he pushes into you, inch by slow inch, filling you completely.

Din’s hand tightens in your hair, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you moan around him, the sensation sending vibrations through him. “That’s it, cyar’ika. Take me. Take us both.”

The two of them move in tandem, Ezra’s thrusts hard and deep, his pace relentless as he drives into you from behind, while Din guides your head, his hips rolling slowly, letting you savor the weight and heat of him in your mouth. You’re lost to the sensations, the stretch, the fullness, the way their voices blend into a rough, possessive symphony around you.

“You’re so fucking wet for us, pretty girl. Gonna come all over me, aren’t you?” Ezra’s hand slides around to your front, his fingers finding your clit, circling it with practiced ease, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. 

“Look at you, taking us both like a good girl. You’re perfect.” Din’s voice is strained, his restraint fraying as you hollow your cheeks around him, taking him deeper. 

Your body tightens, the pleasure building to a breaking point, your moans muffled by Din’s cock as you tremble, clenching around Ezra, dragging him over the edge with you. He spills inside you with a ragged groan, his hips jerking against yours.

Din pulls free just long enough to let you breathe, his cock slick with your spit and his own arousal. His voice is rough, almost desperate. “Not done yet, cyar’ika. Open wide for me.” You do, lips parted and tongue out, and he thrusts back into your mouth, his hips snapping forward as he chases his release. He spills down your throat with a low, broken growl, his hands cradling your head as you swallow every drop. When he pulls back, both of them gather you up between them, their bodies warm and solid against yours, their hands stroking over your trembling form.

“Told you we’d take good care of you.” Ezra presses a kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft and teasing. 

Din’s lips brush your temple, his voice low and possessive. “Ours, cyar’ika. Always.” And in the quiet aftermath, tangled between them, your body marked by their touch, you feel utterly, deliciously ruined.

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier) & Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman)

The low light of the hotel room flickers against the walls, the air thick with tension and need. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, it was clear what the night would bring, the heat in Francisco’s dark eyes, the knowing smirk playing at the corner of Jack’s mouth as he poured himself a glass of bourbon, leaning against the dresser with an easy dangerous confidence.

“Looks like we finally get to see what you’re made of, darlin’.” Jack drawls, his voice smooth as honey, but with an edge sharp enough to cut.

Francisco’s hands are already on you, pulling you in, his grip rough, his kiss bruising and possessive. “She’s all mine first.” He murmurs against your lips, his voice low and full of heat. “You just watch, cowboy.”

“I’ll enjoy the show.” Jack raises his glass, his eyes dark and glittering with anticipation. 

Francisco wastes no time, he strips you bare with practiced ease, his hands roaming over your flushed skin, his lips trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat. He pushes you onto the bed, spreading your legs with a rough commanding touch. “God, look at you.” He growls, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect.”

Behind him, Jack leans back in the chair by the window, sipping his bourbon, his eyes never leaving you. “That’s it, Frankie.” He murmurs, his voice low and sinfully amused. “Show me how she falls apart for you.”

Francisco’s cock is thick and hard as he lines himself up, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts into you with one smooth, powerful stroke. You cry out, the stretch deliciously overwhelming, your body already trembling from the force of him. “Fuck, so tight.” Francisco groans, his thrusts deep and relentless, his body pressing yours into the mattress with every roll of his hips. “Taking me so good, baby. You’re fucking perfect for me.”

Your gaze flickers to Jack, who’s watching with a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes dark with heat. He takes another sip of his drink, his gaze devouring the sight of you being used, fucked senseless by Francisco. “You look so pretty like that, sweetheart.” Jack murmurs, his voice a lazy drawl that makes your skin flush. “All spread out for him, moaning like a needy little thing. Thinkin’ about how I’ll have you next.”

“She’s mine right now. But don’t worry, Whiskey. You’ll get your turn.” Francisco growls, the sound primal, possessive, as he drives harder into you, his pace punishing, his voice rough with need. 

The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, the bed rocking beneath you as Francisco takes you hard and deep, his thrusts shaking you apart. His name tears from your lips, a desperate breathless cry, your fingers clawing at the sheets as your body tenses around him.

Jack’s low chuckle rumbles through the room. “Go on, darlin’. Let him hear how good he’s making you feel.” With one final, deep thrust, Francisco spills inside you, his grip tightening as he groans your name, his hips jerking with each wave of his release. He collapses against you for a moment, panting, his skin slick with sweat.

Slowly, he pulls out, his breath ragged, his lips grazing your ear. “Get ready, baby.” He murmurs. “It’s his turn now.”

Jack stands, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink. His smirk is slow and wicked as he saunters toward the bed, shedding his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Now it’s my turn to see what you can take, sugar.” He drawls, his voice thick with anticipation.

And as you’re laid bare again, caught between their possessive ravenous gazes, you know the night is far from over.

Harry Castillo (The Materialists) & Marcus Acacius (Gladiator II)

The moment you step into the softly lit room, you can feel their eyes on you, Harry’s gaze, dark and hungry, a spark of mischief glinting behind his easy charm, and Marcus’s sharp unyielding stare, full of primal intent.

They don’t waste words. Harry’s hands are on you first, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your jaw. “Been waiting all night for this, baby.” He murmurs, his voice low and rough against your skin.

Marcus steps in behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips possessively, his lips at your neck. “Let’s see how loud we can make you beg.” He growls, his tone thick with an edge of command.

They work together to undress you, Harry’s touch teasing and playful, Marcus’s slow and deliberate. By the time they’re done, you’re breathless and flushed, your skin prickling with anticipation. They lay you out on the bed like an offering, your legs spread wide between them. Harry kneels between your thighs first, his eyes dark with intent as he leans in, his breath ghosting over your slick, heated skin. “God, you’re so wet already.” He murmurs, his voice a mix of awe and hunger.

Marcus joins him, his large, calloused hands stroking up your thighs, parting you even wider. “Perfect.” He growls, his lips pressing against the inside of your thigh, his stubble scraping your sensitive skin.

Then they both dive in, Harry’s mouth hot and insistent against your clit, his tongue flicking and circling with expert skill, while Marcus’s lips find your entrance, his tongue thrusting inside you, tasting you deeply. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out, your hands fisting in the sheets, overwhelmed by the dual assault of their mouths. The contrast between Harry’s teasing licks and Marcus’s deep possessive thrusts of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure racing through you.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” Harry’s voice is low and teasing, his breath hot against you. Marcus growls in agreement, his tongue working you with increasing intensity, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you steady. They take turns, switching seamlessly, Harry’s mouth sliding lower, his tongue delving deep inside you, while Marcus’s lips close around your clit, sucking and flicking with just the right amount of pressure.

You’re trembling, your hips bucking helplessly against them, your cries growing louder with each stroke of their tongues. They moan against you, the vibrations making you shudder, your body tightening like a bowstring about to snap.

“Come for us.” Marcus commands, his voice a low growl against your clit. Harry hums his agreement, his tongue thrusting deep inside you, his fingers pressing into your hips to hold you down.

The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you scream their names, your body convulsing between them. They don’t stop. Harry’s tongue laves gently over your entrance, tasting every drop of your release, while Marcus’s lips and tongue continue to tease your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a trembling breathless mess beneath them.

When they finally pull back, both men look up at you, Marcus’s gaze dark and intense, Harry’s lips glistening with your slick, his smirk lazy and satisfied. “Think you’re ready for more, baby?” Harry murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

Marcus growls softly, his hand stroking your trembling thigh. “She’s perfect. Let’s show her what else we can do.” And you know the night is far from over.

Javier Peña (Narcos) & Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion)

The night hums low with anticipation, the dim light of the room casting shadows over the walls. You’re pressed between them, Javier on one side, his dark eyes heavy with hunger, and Tim on the other, his smirk sharp as he trails a hand up your bare back.

“You’re sure about this, sweetheart?” Tim murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling tease against your ear. You don’t hesitate. You drop to your knees, the thick carpet soft beneath you as you glance up at both of them, feeling the heat in your belly coil tighter with every heartbeat.

Javier groans softly, his fingers brushing your hair back as he unbuckles his belt, the sound sharp and commanding in the quiet room. “Christ, look at her.” He mutters, his voice thick with need.

Tim’s already pulling himself free, his cock hard and flushed, the sight making your mouth water. His hand tangles in your hair, guiding you to him first. “Go on, baby.” He coaxes, his voice rough but playful. “Show us how good that mouth of yours is.” You wrap your lips around Tim’s cock, taking him deep, your tongue swirling over the sensitive head. His groan vibrates through the air, his grip tightening as he rocks his hips, shallow thrusts against your mouth.

Behind you, Javier’s voice is a low growl. “My turn.” He says, and you feel the brush of his cock against your cheek. You turn, your lips wet and swollen, and take him in, the bitter-salt taste of him filling your senses. Tim groans as you pull back from him, your hand stroking his length while you give your attention to Javier, your mouth working him with the same slow teasing strokes. They both groan, their hands tangled in your hair, their hips rocking in unison, driving you to take more of them.

“That’s it, baby.” Javier pants, his voice rough. “Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth full.”

Tim chuckles low, his voice tight with pleasure. “She was made for this.” He says, his tone rich with pride and desire. 

You alternate between them, your hands stroking the length of each cock as your lips and tongue tease and pleasure them, their groans and curses filling the room. Their combined scent, the taste of them on your tongue, makes you dizzy with need, your own arousal slick between your thighs.

“Gonna come for you.” Tim growls, his hand tightening. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

Javier’s voice is a sharp, low growl. “Me too. Fuck, you’re perfect.” Their hips jerk, one after the other, as you take them both in turn, your lips wrapped around Tim, swallowing him down as he groans your name, then Javier, tasting the salty release of his need. They collapse back, panting, as you sit back on your heels, your lips swollen, your breathing heavy. Their gazes are hot and possessive, their hands reaching to pull you up between them.

“You’re fucking amazing.” Javier mutters, his lips brushing yours.

Tim’s grin is slow and wicked. “Don’t think we’re done with you yet, sweetheart.” he says, his voice thick with promise.

And you know the night is far from over.

Lucien De Leon (The Uninvited) & Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) 

The low hum of anticipation thrums through your veins as Lucien guides you backward onto the bed, his hands firm but gentle as he pushes you down. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, “You’re going to be so good for us tonight, aren’t you?”

Before you can answer, Dieter’s already stepping closer, his grin wide and wicked as he sets down a sleek velvet bag on the nightstand. “She’s ready.” He drawls, pulling out an array of toys, vibrators, plugs and even a delicate remote-controlled bullet. His voice drops, teasing. “We’re going to have so much fun with her.”

Your breath catches as Lucien’s hands stroke your thighs, spreading them open, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger. “Let’s start with something slow.” He murmurs, reaching for the bullet.

Dieter kneels on the bed beside you, his fingers brushing your hair back, his lips grazing your jaw. “Relax, baby.” He soothes, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays his intentions. “Let us take care of you.” Lucien’s fingers slip between your thighs, parting you gently, and you shudder at the cool touch of the toy against your slick entrance. He eases the bullet inside, his thumb grazing your clit as he clicks the remote on. The low buzz fills the room, vibrating deep within you.

You gasp, your back arching as Dieter’s hand finds your breast, his fingers teasing your nipple, twisting just enough to send jolts of pleasure through you. “Oh, she’s already so responsive.” He murmurs, his voice a low purr.

Lucien chuckles softly, his thumb flicking the remote, increasing the vibration. “Let’s see how much she can take.” He murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

Your hips writhe helplessly as the vibrations intensify, the toy pressing against sensitive spots inside you, your breath catching with every pulse. Dieter leans in, his lips brushing yours, his kiss slow and possessive as Lucien’s fingers tease your clit in slow, deliberate circles. The combination is maddening, Lucien’s relentless teasing, Dieter’s heated kisses and roaming hands, the toy’s deep insistent hum. Your moans grow louder, your body trembling, but every time you get close, Lucien clicks the remote down a notch, easing the vibrations, denying you release.

“Please…” You whimper, your voice breaking.

Dieter’s grin widens. “Oh, she’s begging already.” He murmurs, his lips brushing your cheek. “What do you think, Lucien? Should we let her come?”

Lucien’s voice is low and dangerous. “Not yet.” He growls, his hand sliding beneath you, his fingers stroking your slick folds as he watches your face twist in pleasure and frustration. “Not until she’s completely falling apart.”

Dieter laughs softly, pulling a second toy from the bag, a slim glass butt plug, and coating it with lube. “Let’s see how she handles this,” he murmurs, his voice teasing.

Lucien holds you steady as Dieter eases the plug inside your other hole, the cool glass making you shiver. The sensation of being so completely filled, the toy pulsing inside you, Lucien’s fingers at your clit and Dieter’s teasing words against your ear, pushes you to the edge.

“Now…” Lucien murmurs, clicking the remote to its highest setting, the vibrations deep and relentless.

You shatter around them, a cry tearing from your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure crashes over you. Dieter’s mouth finds yours, muffling your moans, his kiss hot and possessive. Lucien groans softly, his fingers working you through every wave of your release, his lips trailing fire down your throat. When you finally collapse, boneless and gasping, between them, they both pull back slightly, watching you with satisfied, hungry gazes.

“She’s perfect.” Lucien murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Dieter grins, his fingers brushing your flushed cheek. “And we’re just getting started, baby.”

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes) & Reed Richards (Fantastic 4)

You feel the weight of their eyes on you as you stand between them, Marcus Moreno, his eyes dark and heavy with need, and Reed Richards, his expression controlled, but his gaze betraying a similar hunger.

“You really want this, baby?” Marcus murmurs, his voice rough against your ear as his hand strokes your hip.

You nod, your breath hitching as Reed steps closer behind you, his lips brushing the back of your neck. “Tell us what you want.” He says, his voice low and smooth, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you back against his hard, eager body.

Your voice trembles, but you say it anyway. “I want you both to fill me up.” You whisper, your cheeks flushing as the words spill out. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t think… until I’m bred and full of both of you.”

The growl Marcus gives in response is low and possessive. “That’s it.” He rasps, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you wider as he lifts you into his arms.

Reed’s chuckle is darker, his lips pressing heatedly against the shell of your ear. “We’ll give you everything you’re asking for, sweetheart.” He promises, his voice full of a promise that makes your knees weak.

They take you to the bed, laying you out between them, your body flushed and trembling with anticipation. Marcus kneels between your thighs, his fingers teasing over your slick folds, while Reed settles behind you, his hands massaging your hips, his cock hard against your back. “Gonna make you feel so full, baby.” Marcus murmurs, lining himself up with your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently. “You’re gonna take all of me, then Reed’s gonna fill you from behind.”

Reed’s hands tighten, his voice rough as he adds, “You’ll feel us both, stretching you, filling you up until you’re dripping with us.” Your moan is breathless, your body arching as Marcus thrusts in, filling you completely, his cock stretching you deliciously. Reed strokes himself against your back, waiting until Marcus is fully seated before he guides your hips back, pressing himself to your other entrance. The slow stretch makes you whimper, the sensation of being filled by both of them overwhelming but so good. They move in sync, one pressing deeper as the other pulls back, their cocks working you open, making you gasp and cry out.

“You’re taking us so well.” Marcus groans, his hands gripping your hips, his pace steady and deep. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you ours.”

Reed’s breath is hot against your ear, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna breed you, sweetheart.” He murmurs. “You’ll be dripping with us, full and marked, just like you want.”

Your release crashes over you, your cries muffled against the sheets as they drive into you, filling you completely. They don’t stop, their thrusts deep and possessive, until they both groan, spilling inside you, hot and thick, their combined release spilling from you, marking you as theirs. When they finally collapse beside you, their hands stroking your trembling body, their voices are low and satisfied.

“You’re perfect.” Marcus murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Reed’s lips graze your shoulder as he whispers, “Next time, we’ll see just how much more you can take, sweetheart.”

Max Philips (Bloodsucking Bastards) & Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

You didn’t even get a chance to finish your drink before they were both on you. Max Philips leaned against the bar with his trademark smirk, his sharp eyes locking on yours from across the room. Maxwell Lord, ever the charming showman, brushed past him, sliding in close with his hand pressing the small of your back.

“Come on, sweetheart, you deserve more than some bloodsucker with a sharp tongue.” Maxwell murmured against your ear, his breath warm.

Max Philips snorted, stepping in so close his body pressed against your other side. “Please. She knows I’m the only one who can handle her.” He purred, his lips grazing your neck.

They bickered the whole way up to your room, Maxwell’s smooth persuasive words tangled with Max’s sarcastic quips. But the moment the door closed behind you, they fell into a different rhythm. Max Philips was on you first, pressing you against the wall, his mouth devouring yours, his fangs scraping teasingly against your lips. Maxwell’s hands were already at your hips, pulling you back against him, his cock hard and insistent through his slacks.

“Hey, get your own turn.” Max growled, though his hand slid between your thighs, stroking you through your panties.

“Why don’t you shut up and let me show her what a real man can do?” Maxwell shot back, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point. You were gasping, your head tilting back against Maxwell’s shoulder as Max slipped your panties aside and pressed his fingers into you, his touch rough and teasing.

“I’ll make her come first.” Max murmured, curling his fingers just right.

“In your dreams.” Maxwell snapped, his hand sliding up your blouse to cup your breast, his thumb circling your nipple.

Their arguing faded into background noise as pleasure surged through you, your body arching between them, caught in their relentless push and pull. They maneuvered you to the bed, stripping you quickly, your clothes tossed aside as if they couldn’t bear the barrier between them and your skin. Max was already pushing your legs apart, his cock pressing inside you, stretching you deliciously as he hissed in pleasure.

“God, you’re tight.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

Maxwell wasn’t far behind, he knelt at your head, his cock brushing your lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” He murmured, his voice low and commanding. You obeyed, taking him in as Max thrust into you, both of them groaning as they filled you completely.

“See? She’s mine.” Max gasped, his pace quickening.

“Bullshit.” Maxwell growled, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided you to take him deeper. “She’s going to come on my cock too.”

Their arguing, their hands roaming your body, their possessive words, it was all too much. You came hard, your cries muffled around Maxwell’s length, your body shuddering as Max thrust deep, groaning as he spilled inside you. But even as he slowed, Max refused to pull out. “Not done yet.” He panted, his smirk lazy and satisfied. “I’m not letting him claim her without a fight.”

Maxwell’s laugh was breathless as he pulled you up, turning you to straddle him while Max stayed buried in you from behind. “Guess we’ll just have to share, sweetheart.” He murmured, his voice rough as he kissed you fiercely.

“Fine.” Max muttered, his hands gripping your hips. “But I’m still going to make her scream louder for me.”

Their combined movements, the push and pull of their bodies, the rough clash of lips, the possessive words, sent you spiraling into pleasure all over again, caught between their rivalry and desire.

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones) & Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

You knew the look in Oberyn’s eyes the moment he stepped into the room with Pero Tovar. It was that dark gleaming hunger, the one that promised mischief and indulgence. Pero stood beside him, his broad shoulders tense but his dark eyes full of curiosity and desire. You felt the weight of both their gazes settle on you, and a flush of heat spread through your body.

“Look at my wife.” Oberyn said, his voice smooth as silk, his fingers stroking your jaw. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“She’s perfect.” Pero’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. 

Oberyn’s hand slid lower, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your gown. “I’ve told her many times that I want her bred.” He murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Full and round with life. And tonight, you’re going to help me make that happen.” You gasped, but the sharp bolt of arousal that shot through you left no room for hesitation. 

Oberyn turned you to face Pero, his hands sliding over your hips as he pressed against your back. “Do you want that, my love?” He whispered against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. “Do you want to feel both of us inside you? To be filled so full you’ll be dripping with our seed?”

Your breath trembled, your body arching against him. “Yes…” You whispered, your voice breaking. “Please…”

Oberyn’s low chuckle was dark and possessive. He undressed you slowly, baring your skin to Pero’s hungry gaze. Pero stepped closer, his hands rough but reverent as he cupped your face, his lips crashing into yours with a bruising kiss. Between them, you felt utterly consumed, Oberyn’s hands sliding between your legs, teasing you open as Pero’s fingers tangled in your hair, his tongue claiming your mouth.

When they laid you down on the bed, Oberyn knelt between your thighs, his mouth and tongue working you open, tasting every inch of you as Pero stroked himself beside you, his cock thick and hard. “She’s so wet already.” Oberyn murmured, his voice thick with lust. “She’s ready for you, Pero. Give her what she wants.” Pero moved over you, the weight of him pressing you into the bed, his cock sliding into you slowly, stretching you open. You gasped at the burn and fullness, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

Oberyn’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you, his own cock hard against your back. “That’s it.” He murmured, his voice raw. “Take him, my love. Let him fill you.”

Pero groaned, his pace picking up, thrusting deeper, his breath hot against your throat. “She’s so tight.” He rasped, his voice thick with need. “You’ll feel me leaking out of her when I’m done.”

Oberyn’s growl was dark and possessive. “Not just you.” He said, pulling your hips up, pressing his cock to your other entrance, stretching you with both of them. “She’ll take us both. She’ll be filled from every angle.” The overwhelming fullness, the stretch of both of them moving inside you, made your body tremble violently. They moved together, their cocks stroking deep, their hands holding you open and still.

“You’ll be round with both our seeds.” Oberyn groaned, his lips brushing your ear as he pounded into you. “A child born of both our desires.” Pero’s growls mingled with Oberyn’s low curses as they filled you, their thrusts deep and possessive until they spilled inside you, their combined release thick and hot.

When they finally collapsed beside you, their hands stroking your trembling body, Oberyn’s voice was soft and dark against your ear. “You’re mine.” He murmured. “And now, you’ll carry a piece of both of us.”

[cosmicaura7]

Javi + keeping his gun in the back of his pants (#for science) 

requested by anonymous

bonus:

[cosmicaura7]

THREESOMES

Pairings : pedro pascal characters x reader

Genre : f/m, m/f/m, smut, threesomes, edging, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, oral (male & female receiving), sex toys

Synopsis : Oh the joys of being sandwiched between two of your favorite men.

Clint Flood (Freaky Tales) & Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

The room smells like whiskey and sweat, the low hum of the city beyond the windows muted by the thrum of your own racing heart. Clint’s back is against the wall, shirt half-buttoned, belt hanging loose. Meanwhile, Joel’s sprawled across the worn leather couch, legs spread wide, forearms resting on his knees, watching you like a predator with a dark glint in his eyes.

And you’re caught between them. You don’t know how it started, just that it did. A glance from Clint, a brush of Joel’s rough palm against your thigh, and the air thickened with a heat that settled low in your belly. Now you’re standing there, lips swollen from kisses, skin flushed, breath hitching.

“C’mere, baby. Let us take care of you.” Joel’s voice is low, that familiar southern drawl wrapping around you like silk. 

Clint chuckles darkly, stepping closer, his knuckles grazing your jaw as he tilts your face up to his. “Don’t make her choose, Joel.” He murmurs. “She’s ours tonight.”

Your knees nearly buckle at the weight of their attention but Joel rises from the couch, stepping in behind you, his big hands settling on your hips. His lips graze your neck, teeth scraping lightly against your pulse as Clint’s mouth claims yours in a kiss that steals your breath. You’re sandwiched between them now, Joel’s rough calloused hands pulling your skirt up while Clint’s fingers work at the buttons of your blouse, lips trailing down your throat. You shiver as cool air hits your bare skin, your bra undone and pushed aside by greedy hands.

Joel growls low against your ear, his breath hot. “Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. Gonna have you screaming for both of us.”

Clint’s hand slides between your thighs, teasing over your panties before yanking them down. “So wet already.” He murmurs approvingly, fingers dipping between your folds. “She’s ready for us.”

You gasp, hips rocking into his touch but Joel’s hand slides between your legs from behind, his thick fingers joining Clint’s, stretching you out and making you whimper. The contrast of their touches, Clint’s sharp teasing strokes and Joel’s steady claiming pressure, has your head spinning. They share a look over your shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them and then they’re moving you toward the bed. Joel lays you down first, his hands firm but careful as he settles between your legs, his mouth hot and possessive against your core. Clint stands beside the bed, undressing slowly, watching with that cocky grin of his as you writhe beneath Joel’s tongue.

“Fuck, she’s perfect like this.” Clint murmurs, voice low and rough. “All spread out for us, takin’ what we give her.”

You cry out when Joel slides two fingers into you, curling them just right, his mouth relentless. Clint steps in, stripping the last of his clothes and kneeling by your head, his hard length brushing your lips. His voice is almost a plea when he murmurs, “Open up, darlin’.” You do, taking him into your mouth while Joel works you below, his deep groans vibrating against your skin. The combined sensations are overwhelming, Clint’s thick salty-sweet taste on your tongue, Joel’s skilled fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Such a good girl.” Joel murmurs against your slick folds, his voice rough with need. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

Your orgasm crashes over you, blinding and all-consuming and they don’t stop, Joel keeps working you through it, Clint thrusting shallowly into your mouth, his hand tangled in your hair. They pull back only to reposition you, Joel’s thick cock replacing his fingers as he thrusts deep inside you, while Clint slides in behind you, pressing his lips to your neck, his cock hard and insistent against your back.

“Ready for both of us, sweetheart?” Clint whispers, biting down lightly on your shoulder. You nod, breathless, eyes half-lidded, completely at their mercy. Joel groans as he starts moving, slow and deep, while Clint pushes in behind you, the stretch nearly too much but you want it, need it. Their combined weight, their heat, the way they fill you, push you past pleasure into something primal. You’re caged between them, marked by their hands, their mouths, their bodies, completely owned and worshipped.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dave York (The Equalizer 2) & Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

The air crackles with tension, thick and heavy like a storm about to break. You can feel both their eyes on you, Marcus leaning against the doorframe in his fitted button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his gaze soft but hungry. And Dave was seated in the worn leather armchair across the room, legs spread wide, a predatory smirk tugging at his lips. You stand there, the heat of their combined attention wrapping around you, leaving your skin prickling and your breath hitching.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Marcus says, his voice low and steady, but there’s a hint of command beneath his usual warmth. You cross the room toward him, your bare feet silent against the floorboards, your pulse pounding louder than the rain tapping against the windows. His hand cups your face, his thumb brushing over your lips as his dark eyes search yours.

“You sure about this?” He murmurs, voice rough with restraint.

Before you can answer, Dave’s low chuckle cuts through the air, dark and laced with heat. “She’s sure, Pike. Look at her.” He rises from the chair, stalking toward you like a man who’s made up his mind. His hand comes to rest on your hip, his grip firm, fingers digging just enough to make you gasp. “Aren’t you, baby?”

“I want both of you.” Your voice comes out in a breathless whisper. 

That’s all it takes. Marcus’s mouth crashes against yours, his kiss deep and hungry, while Dave steps behind you, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, palms hot against your skin. You’re sandwiched between them, Marcus’s soft but insistent lips on yours, Dave’s rough calloused hands exploring your body from behind, his breath hot against your neck. They peel your clothes away slowly, Marcus’s touch reverent while Dave’s greedy. Marcus kneels to trail kisses down your stomach, his hands skimming your thighs, while Dave unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down with a roughness that leaves you gasping. By the time you’re naked between them, you’re trembling with anticipation.

Dave growls low in your ear, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers teasing. “So wet for us already.” He murmurs. “You’re gonna take us both, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Your whimper is all the answer he needs.

Marcus rises, his hands steady as he cups your face again. “Look at me.” He says softly. “You’re safe. We’ll take care of you.” His lips brush yours as Dave sinks to his knees behind you, his tongue tracing along your slick folds, making you cry out. Marcus catches your moans with his mouth, swallowing every sound as Dave works you from behind, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for him. The contrast between Marcus’s gentle steady control and Dave’s rough demanding touch makes your head spin.

When Dave stands, his chest pressing against your back, he growls. “On the bed now.” Marcus guides you there, laying you down with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. Dave joins you, stripping the last of his clothes with a predatory grin. They flank you, Marcus kissing you deeply, his hands exploring every inch of you, while Dave kneels between your legs, his thick cock brushing your entrance.

“Ready for me, baby?” Dave murmurs, his voice low and rough.

“Yes…” You breathe, arching into him.

Dave pushes in slowly stretching you, groaning at the feel of you wrapped around him. Marcus watches, his pupils blown wide, stroking himself as he waits his turn. When Dave starts moving, hard and deep, his hands gripping your hips, Marcus leans down, his mouth capturing your moans, his free hand teasing your breasts.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” Marcus murmurs. “Taking him so well. My turn soon.”

Dave’s thrusts grow erratic as he groans your name, pulling out just long enough for Marcus to replace him, his cock sliding into you with a stretch that has you gasping. Marcus’s touch is more measured, his thrusts steady and deep, but Dave isn’t done. He positions himself behind you, his cock brushing against your other entrance.

“You can take us both, can’t you?” Dave growls against your shoulder, his breath hot and heavy. “Be a good girl for us.” Your breathless whimper is all the permission they need.

The stretch is overwhelming, the sensation of both of them filling you, claiming you, making you theirs. You’re caught between them, your body trembling, your mind blank with pleasure. They move together, their rhythm perfect, their hands and mouths marking you as theirs. When you finally shatter, it’s with both their names on your lips, your body clenching around them, dragging them over the edge with you. They collapse against you, breathless and spent, their hands stroking over your skin, murmuring praise and promises. And in that moment, tangled between them, your body marked by their touch, you’ve never felt more wanted, more cherished or more complete.

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) & Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

You didn’t plan this.

It started with a look, Dieter’s lazy smirk from across the suite, the glint of mischief in Javi’s warm brown eyes as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting against your neck. A casual drink had turned into heated touches, whispered confessions, and before you knew it, you were here naked between them, breathless and trembling, caught in a perfect storm of pleasure.

Dieter’s hands are on your hips, his rings cool against your flushed skin, as he pulls you back against him. His cock brushes your entrance, the anticipation making your knees weak. Behind you, he leans in, his voice a low, teasing growl in your ear. “Ready for me, baby? Gonna fuck you so good.”

At the same time, Javi kneels in front of you, his hand cradling your jaw, his thumb tracing over your parted lips. His voice is gentle, contrasting Dieter’s edge. “Querida, open for me, hmm? Let me feel you.” You’re breathless, completely at their mercy but you nod, opening your mouth for Javi just as Dieter slides into you from behind, stretching you with a deep rolling thrust that makes you moan around Javi’s length.

“Fuck…” Dieter groans, his hands tightening on your hips as he drives deeper, his pace already rough and demanding. “So tight, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

Javi’s hips shift, his cock filling your mouth, his moan a soft, desperate sound as he strokes your cheek, guiding you to take him deeper. His voice is low, shaky with restraint. “You’re perfect like this.” He whispers in Spanish, his words a heated rush against your flushed skin. “So beautiful with your mouth full, taking us both like a good girl.” Your mind spins with sensation, the deep relentless thrust of Dieter behind you, the heat and weight of Javi’s cock in your mouth, the way their voices blend into a haze of pleasure. You moan, the vibrations making Javi’s hips jerk, a soft curse falling from his lips.

Dieter’s pace quickens, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the room, his voice rough with need. “Shit, I’m not gonna last if you keep sucking him like that, baby. Fuck.”

Javi pulls back slightly, letting you breathe for a moment, his hand caressing your cheek, his eyes dark with desire. “Slow down, hermosa. Let me feel you, savor you.”

But Dieter’s not having any of it, he groans, thrusting harder, his grip almost bruising, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. “No, don’t slow down. I wanna see you messy and ruined, taking us both.” Your whimpers are muffled by Javi’s cock as he pushes back into your mouth, his control slipping, his hand tangling in your hair. The intensity of being stretched, filled, taken by both of them is overwhelming, you’re dizzy with it, your body a live wire of sensation.

“Such a good fucking girl.” Dieter pants, his thrusts turning erratic. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fuck you full of me while you suck him off.”

Javi’s voice trembles, a mix of praise and desperation. “I’m so close, querida. You’re perfect. Perfect.” You’re right there with them, your body taut with pleasure, your mind spinning from the dual sensations, the delicious stretch, the way they use you and worship you in equal measure. When you finally break, it’s with a muffled cry around Javi’s cock, your body trembling violently as your orgasm crashes over you, clenching around Dieter so tightly it drags him over the edge with you. He spills inside you with a deep groan, his hips stuttering. Javi follows, a shuddering breath escaping him as he comes into your mouth, his voice breaking as he murmurs your name, praise falling from his lips like a prayer. They both pull you into their arms, breathless, bodies tangled and sticky, their hands soothing over your flushed skin.

“You’re ours now.” Dieter murmurs against your neck, his voice low and possessive.

Javi’s lips brush your temple, his voice a soft, reverent whisper. “Siempre nuestra.” And in their arms, between roughness and tenderness, demand and worship, you find the perfect balance you never knew you needed.

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) & Ezra (The Prospect)

The air in the dimly lit quarters is thick with heat and tension, heavy with the weight of desire simmering just beneath the surface. You feel both of them, Din standing tall and imposing, still half-armored, his helmet discarded, his dark eyes drinking you in, and Ezra, lounging on the edge of the bunk, his rough hands tracing lazy circles over your skin, his smirk dark and inviting.

“You’re ours tonight.” Din growls, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

Ezra chuckles softly, the sound rough and warm, his voice curling around you like smoke. “Can’t wait to see you fall apart between us, pretty girl.”

Your breath catches as they close in on you, their bodies caging you between them, their touches possessive and reverent all at once. Ezra’s hands are already at your hips, tugging your clothes away with a practiced ease, while Din’s gloved fingers slide up your spine, his heat searing through the thin fabric of your shirt. They strip you slowly, Ezra’s touch teasing and playful, Din’s methodical and firm. By the time you’re bare before them, you’re trembling with anticipation, your skin prickling with need.

“On your knees, cyar’ika.” Din murmurs, his hand threading through your hair, his grip firm but gentle. “For me.” You sink to the floor, heat flooding your cheeks, your heart pounding wildly. Ezra moves behind you, his rough hands gliding down your back, over the curve of your ass, his breath hot against your skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “I’ll take good care of you.” Din steps closer, his cock thick and hard, brushing against your lips. You open eagerly, your tongue flicking out to taste him, the salty tang of his skin making your head spin. He groans, low and rough, his hips jerking slightly as you take him deeper, your lips stretching around him.

Behind you, Ezra kneels, his hands gripping your hips, spreading you open. You feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, the stretch making you gasp around Din’s length. “Fuck, she’s tight.” Ezra growls, his voice ragged as he pushes into you, inch by slow inch, filling you completely.

Din’s hand tightens in your hair, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you moan around him, the sensation sending vibrations through him. “That’s it, cyar’ika. Take me. Take us both.”

The two of them move in tandem, Ezra’s thrusts hard and deep, his pace relentless as he drives into you from behind, while Din guides your head, his hips rolling slowly, letting you savor the weight and heat of him in your mouth. You’re lost to the sensations, the stretch, the fullness, the way their voices blend into a rough, possessive symphony around you.

“You’re so fucking wet for us, pretty girl. Gonna come all over me, aren’t you?” Ezra’s hand slides around to your front, his fingers finding your clit, circling it with practiced ease, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. 

“Look at you, taking us both like a good girl. You’re perfect.” Din’s voice is strained, his restraint fraying as you hollow your cheeks around him, taking him deeper. 

Your body tightens, the pleasure building to a breaking point, your moans muffled by Din’s cock as you tremble, clenching around Ezra, dragging him over the edge with you. He spills inside you with a ragged groan, his hips jerking against yours.

Din pulls free just long enough to let you breathe, his cock slick with your spit and his own arousal. His voice is rough, almost desperate. “Not done yet, cyar’ika. Open wide for me.” You do, lips parted and tongue out, and he thrusts back into your mouth, his hips snapping forward as he chases his release. He spills down your throat with a low, broken growl, his hands cradling your head as you swallow every drop. When he pulls back, both of them gather you up between them, their bodies warm and solid against yours, their hands stroking over your trembling form.

“Told you we’d take good care of you.” Ezra presses a kiss to your shoulder, his voice soft and teasing. 

Din’s lips brush your temple, his voice low and possessive. “Ours, cyar’ika. Always.” And in the quiet aftermath, tangled between them, your body marked by their touch, you feel utterly, deliciously ruined.

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier) & Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman)

The low light of the hotel room flickers against the walls, the air thick with tension and need. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, it was clear what the night would bring, the heat in Francisco’s dark eyes, the knowing smirk playing at the corner of Jack’s mouth as he poured himself a glass of bourbon, leaning against the dresser with an easy dangerous confidence.

“Looks like we finally get to see what you’re made of, darlin’.” Jack drawls, his voice smooth as honey, but with an edge sharp enough to cut.

Francisco’s hands are already on you, pulling you in, his grip rough, his kiss bruising and possessive. “She’s all mine first.” He murmurs against your lips, his voice low and full of heat. “You just watch, cowboy.”

“I’ll enjoy the show.” Jack raises his glass, his eyes dark and glittering with anticipation. 

Francisco wastes no time, he strips you bare with practiced ease, his hands roaming over your flushed skin, his lips trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your throat. He pushes you onto the bed, spreading your legs with a rough commanding touch. “God, look at you.” He growls, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect.”

Behind him, Jack leans back in the chair by the window, sipping his bourbon, his eyes never leaving you. “That’s it, Frankie.” He murmurs, his voice low and sinfully amused. “Show me how she falls apart for you.”

Francisco’s cock is thick and hard as he lines himself up, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts into you with one smooth, powerful stroke. You cry out, the stretch deliciously overwhelming, your body already trembling from the force of him. “Fuck, so tight.” Francisco groans, his thrusts deep and relentless, his body pressing yours into the mattress with every roll of his hips. “Taking me so good, baby. You’re fucking perfect for me.”

Your gaze flickers to Jack, who’s watching with a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes dark with heat. He takes another sip of his drink, his gaze devouring the sight of you being used, fucked senseless by Francisco. “You look so pretty like that, sweetheart.” Jack murmurs, his voice a lazy drawl that makes your skin flush. “All spread out for him, moaning like a needy little thing. Thinkin’ about how I’ll have you next.”

“She’s mine right now. But don’t worry, Whiskey. You’ll get your turn.” Francisco growls, the sound primal, possessive, as he drives harder into you, his pace punishing, his voice rough with need. 

The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, the bed rocking beneath you as Francisco takes you hard and deep, his thrusts shaking you apart. His name tears from your lips, a desperate breathless cry, your fingers clawing at the sheets as your body tenses around him.

Jack’s low chuckle rumbles through the room. “Go on, darlin’. Let him hear how good he’s making you feel.” With one final, deep thrust, Francisco spills inside you, his grip tightening as he groans your name, his hips jerking with each wave of his release. He collapses against you for a moment, panting, his skin slick with sweat.

Slowly, he pulls out, his breath ragged, his lips grazing your ear. “Get ready, baby.” He murmurs. “It’s his turn now.”

Jack stands, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink. His smirk is slow and wicked as he saunters toward the bed, shedding his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Now it’s my turn to see what you can take, sugar.” He drawls, his voice thick with anticipation.

And as you’re laid bare again, caught between their possessive ravenous gazes, you know the night is far from over.

Harry Castillo (The Materialists) & Marcus Acacius (Gladiator II)

The moment you step into the softly lit room, you can feel their eyes on you, Harry’s gaze, dark and hungry, a spark of mischief glinting behind his easy charm, and Marcus’s sharp unyielding stare, full of primal intent.

They don’t waste words. Harry’s hands are on you first, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your jaw. “Been waiting all night for this, baby.” He murmurs, his voice low and rough against your skin.

Marcus steps in behind you, his strong hands gripping your hips possessively, his lips at your neck. “Let’s see how loud we can make you beg.” He growls, his tone thick with an edge of command.

They work together to undress you, Harry’s touch teasing and playful, Marcus’s slow and deliberate. By the time they’re done, you’re breathless and flushed, your skin prickling with anticipation. They lay you out on the bed like an offering, your legs spread wide between them. Harry kneels between your thighs first, his eyes dark with intent as he leans in, his breath ghosting over your slick, heated skin. “God, you’re so wet already.” He murmurs, his voice a mix of awe and hunger.

Marcus joins him, his large, calloused hands stroking up your thighs, parting you even wider. “Perfect.” He growls, his lips pressing against the inside of your thigh, his stubble scraping your sensitive skin.

Then they both dive in, Harry’s mouth hot and insistent against your clit, his tongue flicking and circling with expert skill, while Marcus’s lips find your entrance, his tongue thrusting inside you, tasting you deeply. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out, your hands fisting in the sheets, overwhelmed by the dual assault of their mouths. The contrast between Harry’s teasing licks and Marcus’s deep possessive thrusts of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure racing through you.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” Harry’s voice is low and teasing, his breath hot against you. Marcus growls in agreement, his tongue working you with increasing intensity, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you steady. They take turns, switching seamlessly, Harry’s mouth sliding lower, his tongue delving deep inside you, while Marcus’s lips close around your clit, sucking and flicking with just the right amount of pressure.

You’re trembling, your hips bucking helplessly against them, your cries growing louder with each stroke of their tongues. They moan against you, the vibrations making you shudder, your body tightening like a bowstring about to snap.

“Come for us.” Marcus commands, his voice a low growl against your clit. Harry hums his agreement, his tongue thrusting deep inside you, his fingers pressing into your hips to hold you down.

The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you scream their names, your body convulsing between them. They don’t stop. Harry’s tongue laves gently over your entrance, tasting every drop of your release, while Marcus’s lips and tongue continue to tease your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a trembling breathless mess beneath them.

When they finally pull back, both men look up at you, Marcus’s gaze dark and intense, Harry’s lips glistening with your slick, his smirk lazy and satisfied. “Think you’re ready for more, baby?” Harry murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

Marcus growls softly, his hand stroking your trembling thigh. “She’s perfect. Let’s show her what else we can do.” And you know the night is far from over.

Javier Peña (Narcos) & Tim Rockford (Merge Mansion)

The night hums low with anticipation, the dim light of the room casting shadows over the walls. You’re pressed between them, Javier on one side, his dark eyes heavy with hunger, and Tim on the other, his smirk sharp as he trails a hand up your bare back.

“You’re sure about this, sweetheart?” Tim murmurs, his voice a low, rumbling tease against your ear. You don’t hesitate. You drop to your knees, the thick carpet soft beneath you as you glance up at both of them, feeling the heat in your belly coil tighter with every heartbeat.

Javier groans softly, his fingers brushing your hair back as he unbuckles his belt, the sound sharp and commanding in the quiet room. “Christ, look at her.” He mutters, his voice thick with need.

Tim’s already pulling himself free, his cock hard and flushed, the sight making your mouth water. His hand tangles in your hair, guiding you to him first. “Go on, baby.” He coaxes, his voice rough but playful. “Show us how good that mouth of yours is.” You wrap your lips around Tim’s cock, taking him deep, your tongue swirling over the sensitive head. His groan vibrates through the air, his grip tightening as he rocks his hips, shallow thrusts against your mouth.

Behind you, Javier’s voice is a low growl. “My turn.” He says, and you feel the brush of his cock against your cheek. You turn, your lips wet and swollen, and take him in, the bitter-salt taste of him filling your senses. Tim groans as you pull back from him, your hand stroking his length while you give your attention to Javier, your mouth working him with the same slow teasing strokes. They both groan, their hands tangled in your hair, their hips rocking in unison, driving you to take more of them.

“That’s it, baby.” Javier pants, his voice rough. “Fuck, you look so pretty with your mouth full.”

Tim chuckles low, his voice tight with pleasure. “She was made for this.” He says, his tone rich with pride and desire. 

You alternate between them, your hands stroking the length of each cock as your lips and tongue tease and pleasure them, their groans and curses filling the room. Their combined scent, the taste of them on your tongue, makes you dizzy with need, your own arousal slick between your thighs.

“Gonna come for you.” Tim growls, his hand tightening. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

Javier’s voice is a sharp, low growl. “Me too. Fuck, you’re perfect.” Their hips jerk, one after the other, as you take them both in turn, your lips wrapped around Tim, swallowing him down as he groans your name, then Javier, tasting the salty release of his need. They collapse back, panting, as you sit back on your heels, your lips swollen, your breathing heavy. Their gazes are hot and possessive, their hands reaching to pull you up between them.

“You’re fucking amazing.” Javier mutters, his lips brushing yours.

Tim’s grin is slow and wicked. “Don’t think we’re done with you yet, sweetheart.” he says, his voice thick with promise.

And you know the night is far from over.

Lucien De Leon (The Uninvited) & Dieter Bravo (The Bubble) 

The low hum of anticipation thrums through your veins as Lucien guides you backward onto the bed, his hands firm but gentle as he pushes you down. His lips brush your ear as he murmurs, “You’re going to be so good for us tonight, aren’t you?”

Before you can answer, Dieter’s already stepping closer, his grin wide and wicked as he sets down a sleek velvet bag on the nightstand. “She’s ready.” He drawls, pulling out an array of toys, vibrators, plugs and even a delicate remote-controlled bullet. His voice drops, teasing. “We’re going to have so much fun with her.”

Your breath catches as Lucien’s hands stroke your thighs, spreading them open, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger. “Let’s start with something slow.” He murmurs, reaching for the bullet.

Dieter kneels on the bed beside you, his fingers brushing your hair back, his lips grazing your jaw. “Relax, baby.” He soothes, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays his intentions. “Let us take care of you.” Lucien’s fingers slip between your thighs, parting you gently, and you shudder at the cool touch of the toy against your slick entrance. He eases the bullet inside, his thumb grazing your clit as he clicks the remote on. The low buzz fills the room, vibrating deep within you.

You gasp, your back arching as Dieter’s hand finds your breast, his fingers teasing your nipple, twisting just enough to send jolts of pleasure through you. “Oh, she’s already so responsive.” He murmurs, his voice a low purr.

Lucien chuckles softly, his thumb flicking the remote, increasing the vibration. “Let’s see how much she can take.” He murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

Your hips writhe helplessly as the vibrations intensify, the toy pressing against sensitive spots inside you, your breath catching with every pulse. Dieter leans in, his lips brushing yours, his kiss slow and possessive as Lucien’s fingers tease your clit in slow, deliberate circles. The combination is maddening, Lucien’s relentless teasing, Dieter’s heated kisses and roaming hands, the toy’s deep insistent hum. Your moans grow louder, your body trembling, but every time you get close, Lucien clicks the remote down a notch, easing the vibrations, denying you release.

“Please…” You whimper, your voice breaking.

Dieter’s grin widens. “Oh, she’s begging already.” He murmurs, his lips brushing your cheek. “What do you think, Lucien? Should we let her come?”

Lucien’s voice is low and dangerous. “Not yet.” He growls, his hand sliding beneath you, his fingers stroking your slick folds as he watches your face twist in pleasure and frustration. “Not until she’s completely falling apart.”

Dieter laughs softly, pulling a second toy from the bag, a slim glass butt plug, and coating it with lube. “Let’s see how she handles this,” he murmurs, his voice teasing.

Lucien holds you steady as Dieter eases the plug inside your other hole, the cool glass making you shiver. The sensation of being so completely filled, the toy pulsing inside you, Lucien’s fingers at your clit and Dieter’s teasing words against your ear, pushes you to the edge.

“Now…” Lucien murmurs, clicking the remote to its highest setting, the vibrations deep and relentless.

You shatter around them, a cry tearing from your throat, your body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure crashes over you. Dieter’s mouth finds yours, muffling your moans, his kiss hot and possessive. Lucien groans softly, his fingers working you through every wave of your release, his lips trailing fire down your throat. When you finally collapse, boneless and gasping, between them, they both pull back slightly, watching you with satisfied, hungry gazes.

“She’s perfect.” Lucien murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Dieter grins, his fingers brushing your flushed cheek. “And we’re just getting started, baby.”

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes) & Reed Richards (Fantastic 4)

You feel the weight of their eyes on you as you stand between them, Marcus Moreno, his eyes dark and heavy with need, and Reed Richards, his expression controlled, but his gaze betraying a similar hunger.

“You really want this, baby?” Marcus murmurs, his voice rough against your ear as his hand strokes your hip.

You nod, your breath hitching as Reed steps closer behind you, his lips brushing the back of your neck. “Tell us what you want.” He says, his voice low and smooth, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you back against his hard, eager body.

Your voice trembles, but you say it anyway. “I want you both to fill me up.” You whisper, your cheeks flushing as the words spill out. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t think… until I’m bred and full of both of you.”

The growl Marcus gives in response is low and possessive. “That’s it.” He rasps, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading you wider as he lifts you into his arms.

Reed’s chuckle is darker, his lips pressing heatedly against the shell of your ear. “We’ll give you everything you’re asking for, sweetheart.” He promises, his voice full of a promise that makes your knees weak.

They take you to the bed, laying you out between them, your body flushed and trembling with anticipation. Marcus kneels between your thighs, his fingers teasing over your slick folds, while Reed settles behind you, his hands massaging your hips, his cock hard against your back. “Gonna make you feel so full, baby.” Marcus murmurs, lining himself up with your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing insistently. “You’re gonna take all of me, then Reed’s gonna fill you from behind.”

Reed’s hands tighten, his voice rough as he adds, “You’ll feel us both, stretching you, filling you up until you’re dripping with us.” Your moan is breathless, your body arching as Marcus thrusts in, filling you completely, his cock stretching you deliciously. Reed strokes himself against your back, waiting until Marcus is fully seated before he guides your hips back, pressing himself to your other entrance. The slow stretch makes you whimper, the sensation of being filled by both of them overwhelming but so good. They move in sync, one pressing deeper as the other pulls back, their cocks working you open, making you gasp and cry out.

“You’re taking us so well.” Marcus groans, his hands gripping your hips, his pace steady and deep. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you ours.”

Reed’s breath is hot against your ear, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna breed you, sweetheart.” He murmurs. “You’ll be dripping with us, full and marked, just like you want.”

Your release crashes over you, your cries muffled against the sheets as they drive into you, filling you completely. They don’t stop, their thrusts deep and possessive, until they both groan, spilling inside you, hot and thick, their combined release spilling from you, marking you as theirs. When they finally collapse beside you, their hands stroking your trembling body, their voices are low and satisfied.

“You’re perfect.” Marcus murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Reed’s lips graze your shoulder as he whispers, “Next time, we’ll see just how much more you can take, sweetheart.”

Max Philips (Bloodsucking Bastards) & Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)

You didn’t even get a chance to finish your drink before they were both on you. Max Philips leaned against the bar with his trademark smirk, his sharp eyes locking on yours from across the room. Maxwell Lord, ever the charming showman, brushed past him, sliding in close with his hand pressing the small of your back.

“Come on, sweetheart, you deserve more than some bloodsucker with a sharp tongue.” Maxwell murmured against your ear, his breath warm.

Max Philips snorted, stepping in so close his body pressed against your other side. “Please. She knows I’m the only one who can handle her.” He purred, his lips grazing your neck.

They bickered the whole way up to your room, Maxwell’s smooth persuasive words tangled with Max’s sarcastic quips. But the moment the door closed behind you, they fell into a different rhythm. Max Philips was on you first, pressing you against the wall, his mouth devouring yours, his fangs scraping teasingly against your lips. Maxwell’s hands were already at your hips, pulling you back against him, his cock hard and insistent through his slacks.

“Hey, get your own turn.” Max growled, though his hand slid between your thighs, stroking you through your panties.

“Why don’t you shut up and let me show her what a real man can do?” Maxwell shot back, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point. You were gasping, your head tilting back against Maxwell’s shoulder as Max slipped your panties aside and pressed his fingers into you, his touch rough and teasing.

“I’ll make her come first.” Max murmured, curling his fingers just right.

“In your dreams.” Maxwell snapped, his hand sliding up your blouse to cup your breast, his thumb circling your nipple.

Their arguing faded into background noise as pleasure surged through you, your body arching between them, caught in their relentless push and pull. They maneuvered you to the bed, stripping you quickly, your clothes tossed aside as if they couldn’t bear the barrier between them and your skin. Max was already pushing your legs apart, his cock pressing inside you, stretching you deliciously as he hissed in pleasure.

“God, you’re tight.” He groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

Maxwell wasn’t far behind, he knelt at your head, his cock brushing your lips. “Open that pretty mouth for me.” He murmured, his voice low and commanding. You obeyed, taking him in as Max thrust into you, both of them groaning as they filled you completely.

“See? She’s mine.” Max gasped, his pace quickening.

“Bullshit.” Maxwell growled, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided you to take him deeper. “She’s going to come on my cock too.”

Their arguing, their hands roaming your body, their possessive words, it was all too much. You came hard, your cries muffled around Maxwell’s length, your body shuddering as Max thrust deep, groaning as he spilled inside you. But even as he slowed, Max refused to pull out. “Not done yet.” He panted, his smirk lazy and satisfied. “I’m not letting him claim her without a fight.”

Maxwell’s laugh was breathless as he pulled you up, turning you to straddle him while Max stayed buried in you from behind. “Guess we’ll just have to share, sweetheart.” He murmured, his voice rough as he kissed you fiercely.

“Fine.” Max muttered, his hands gripping your hips. “But I’m still going to make her scream louder for me.”

Their combined movements, the push and pull of their bodies, the rough clash of lips, the possessive words, sent you spiraling into pleasure all over again, caught between their rivalry and desire.

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones) & Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)

You knew the look in Oberyn’s eyes the moment he stepped into the room with Pero Tovar. It was that dark gleaming hunger, the one that promised mischief and indulgence. Pero stood beside him, his broad shoulders tense but his dark eyes full of curiosity and desire. You felt the weight of both their gazes settle on you, and a flush of heat spread through your body.

“Look at my wife.” Oberyn said, his voice smooth as silk, his fingers stroking your jaw. “Beautiful, isn’t she?”

“She’s perfect.” Pero’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smirk. 

Oberyn’s hand slid lower, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your gown. “I’ve told her many times that I want her bred.” He murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Full and round with life. And tonight, you’re going to help me make that happen.” You gasped, but the sharp bolt of arousal that shot through you left no room for hesitation. 

Oberyn turned you to face Pero, his hands sliding over your hips as he pressed against your back. “Do you want that, my love?” He whispered against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. “Do you want to feel both of us inside you? To be filled so full you’ll be dripping with our seed?”

Your breath trembled, your body arching against him. “Yes…” You whispered, your voice breaking. “Please…”

Oberyn’s low chuckle was dark and possessive. He undressed you slowly, baring your skin to Pero’s hungry gaze. Pero stepped closer, his hands rough but reverent as he cupped your face, his lips crashing into yours with a bruising kiss. Between them, you felt utterly consumed, Oberyn’s hands sliding between your legs, teasing you open as Pero’s fingers tangled in your hair, his tongue claiming your mouth.

When they laid you down on the bed, Oberyn knelt between your thighs, his mouth and tongue working you open, tasting every inch of you as Pero stroked himself beside you, his cock thick and hard. “She’s so wet already.” Oberyn murmured, his voice thick with lust. “She’s ready for you, Pero. Give her what she wants.” Pero moved over you, the weight of him pressing you into the bed, his cock sliding into you slowly, stretching you open. You gasped at the burn and fullness, your hands clawing at his shoulders.

Oberyn’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you, his own cock hard against your back. “That’s it.” He murmured, his voice raw. “Take him, my love. Let him fill you.”

Pero groaned, his pace picking up, thrusting deeper, his breath hot against your throat. “She’s so tight.” He rasped, his voice thick with need. “You’ll feel me leaking out of her when I’m done.”

Oberyn’s growl was dark and possessive. “Not just you.” He said, pulling your hips up, pressing his cock to your other entrance, stretching you with both of them. “She’ll take us both. She’ll be filled from every angle.” The overwhelming fullness, the stretch of both of them moving inside you, made your body tremble violently. They moved together, their cocks stroking deep, their hands holding you open and still.

“You’ll be round with both our seeds.” Oberyn groaned, his lips brushing your ear as he pounded into you. “A child born of both our desires.” Pero’s growls mingled with Oberyn’s low curses as they filled you, their thrusts deep and possessive until they spilled inside you, their combined release thick and hot.

When they finally collapsed beside you, their hands stroking your trembling body, Oberyn’s voice was soft and dark against your ear. “You’re mine.” He murmured. “And now, you’ll carry a piece of both of us.”

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Joel Miller vs being a father of a very blunt Ellie

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I only have one week left of uni before summer vacation!🤠 Everyone wish me luck for our research defense next week.👉👈🥹

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This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune