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KATHARINE ISABELLE as MARY MASON AMERICAN MARY (2012) — dir. Jen and Sylvia Soska

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I'll Cry

Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You wash Marc's hair.

A/N: For the anon that sent this ask.

Warnings: Marc showering, swearing, a little innuendo, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 743

Marc grumbled as the warm water hit his back, the pressure was never quite right in Steven’s fucking awful shower. 

Not that he would ever tell him that, Steven would give him an earful and then rant about how ‘if Marc cared so much, he should do something about it.’ And, in all honesty, Marc just couldn’t be bothered. 

As he thought about it he almost tricked himself into thinking Steven was awake, so accurate was his mental impression. And this distraction was enough for him to drop the shampoo bottle. 

It slid out of his grasp, seemingly in slow motion, and while he did manage to grab the end of it with his other hand, it quickly slipped free and smashed against the shower floor. 

The sound was loud and god awful. Marc swore loudly when he released the cap had shattered in half on impact. 

You knock on the bathroom door, “Marc, you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m- shit!” He nearly lost his balance as he leaned down to pick up the bottle, having purposefully forgone putting the mat down because he couldn’t be bothered. 

You throw the door open in a panic and Marc freezes, staring at you for a second with wide eyes and clutching the titled wall. 

He gives you a bashful grin and nods his chin towards the shampoo. “I dropped the bottle.” 

You chuckle, “I thought you’d hurt yourself.” 

“Just my pride,” he shrugs, standing. “Shampoo’s seen better days though.” He picks it up and holds it out to show you. “You thought I’d hurt myself?” 

You nod. 

“Sorry,” he swallows a little shyly. Only Marc could feel self conscious about causing a fuss while bare ass naked. Not that you hadn’t seen him without clothes plenty of times before. 

“Why are you sorry?” You tut playfully and give his cheek a kiss. “Come, sit down.” 

“Huh?” He stares at you with his large brown eyes. 

“Sit that gorgeous ass down, before you fall down.” You pause. “And why don’t you have the bath mat down?” 

He shrugs sheepishly, but turns and sits down. “I forgot.” He says quietly and you hum in a very ‘I don’t believe a word you’re saying’ way.

You gently take the shampoo bottle out of his hands, he hadn’t thought to put it down, and squeeze some into your palm before you begin to work it through his hair. 

“You don’t have to…” He shivers, his eyes closing.

After a few moments, his shoulders slump a little, tension easing out of his muscles as you run your fingers along his scalp. 

His head lolls a little, and for a second you think he’s fallen asleep. You lean a little to the side and see the small, sweet smile on his face. He looks so peaceful in that moment, content in a way he doesn’t usually let himself be. 

You kiss his temple before you wash the suds out of his hair, careful to keep the soap away from his eyes. 

He stays sitting obediently, soft and pliant in your hands. That is until you open your conditioner. 

He breathes in deeply, “That’s yours? Mines-”

“Yours is awful,” you kiss the wet top of his head, his curls slicked back under the weight of the water. “I don’t think it even counts as a conditioner.”

He snorts. “It’s cheap.” He says it like that’s a positive.

“Using washing up liquid to clean your hair is cheap Marc, but I wouldn’t recommend or do that.” 

“Hmmm, washing up liquid you say.” He giggles, his shoulder bouncing a little as he revels in teasing you. 

“Don’t even.”

“I could use the lemon one, you like that one.” 

“Jake would never let you.” You laugh.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I could convince him… Steven would kick my ass though.” He lets out a content sigh as you work in the conditioner. There’s a small pause before he speaks again, “Yours is expensive, you shouldn’t be wasting it on me.” 

“Don’t make me cry, Spector.” A line you used sparingly, but always hit home when said sincerely. 

He shuts his mouth quickly and smiles sadly, his chest hurting from how much you care. “At least I’ll smell like you.” 

“I would say that’s more of a negative than anything.” You tease.

“Don’t make me cry.” He takes hold of one of your hands, guiding you so that he can press a kiss to your wrist. 

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Shimmer Kane with his breeding kink sends me absolutely feral. He gives me the vibe that he calls it ‘mating’ whenever you have sex

You have killed me, thank you.

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Shimmer!Kane x f!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: Kane's a little obsessed.

Warnings: Kissing, fingering, rutting, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 700

“Need to mate with you.” Kane groans in your ear as he kisses your jaw. He’s on top of you already, pressing you back down onto the sofa, his warm hands firmly pulling your thighs apart so that he can settle between them. 

“Kane, I-” You turn your head, trying to get his attention. But he growls softly, pressing his lips to yours and sinking his tongue into your mouth. 

He swallows your whines desperately as he rocks his aching erection against your core. 

He was naked already, having pulled off most of his clothing before he’d even walked into the room. 

You pull lightly at his hair on the back of his head, just enough to get a fraction of space between you both. He moans and shivers, enjoying the action far more than you thought he would. 

“What’s got into you?” You breathe. You’d become used to him over the last few months, familiar with his habits and patterns. 

His hands snake up higher on your bare thighs, underneath the skirt of your dress, to hook at the waistband of your underwear. 

“I want to get into you.” He breathes, his voice even, even though you know he is trying to make a joke. 

You grin. “I mean, what’s got you so worked up?” 

“I saw a video.” He says simply, as if he wasn’t rubbing himself deliciously against your core, just catching the edge of your clit. 

“What video?” 

Ever since Kane came back changed, you had set him up with a tablet for him to use when he had questions about everyday items. It wasn’t that you didn’t like explaining things to him, it was more that the questions he had were often so completely outside of your field of expertise or everyday common knowledge, that you usually ended up looking them up online anyway. 

“I was looking at yoga.” Something you had suggested to him to help him relax. He bunches your skirt up higher. “Different positions.” 

“And how…?”

“Lotus position, I click on some videos. They showed other things.” His breathing hitches ever so slightly, the smallest hint that his rapid rutting is affecting him. “Made me hard. Wanted you.” 

“Kane,” you squirm a little, your body reacting to him so quickly. You press your chest closer. “You know you don’t always need me when you get horny, you can take care of your needs-”

“I don’t like that.” He kisses your jaw, sucking at your skin and you have to pull him back by his hair so that you can continue the conversation. 

“What do you mean you don’t like that?” 

He gives you a small frown, as if you are being purposefully difficult. “I don’t like fucking my hand. I like being with you.” He kisses your neck again, pushing you back so you're fully laying down. 

He manages to pull himself away from you for just long enough to yank your panties down and off one leg. 

“I like when I come in you and you squeeze me.” He groans in your ear, going back to dragging his burning hot cock through your folds and gasping at the wetness that greets him. 

You shiver, pleasure twisting in your stomach as you scrap your fingers along his scalp. 

“I like when you make noises and how warm you are.” He pushes two fingers inside you and moans loudly as you whimper. 

He rubs his thumb against your clit, while he ruts his cock along your inner thigh, smearing precum along your skin. He strokes you eagerly, the spot and pace to make you scream memorised perfectly. 

You moan his name, wrapping one arm around his shoulders so you can hold him tight. 

He growls again, louder this time and watching your face as you pant and writhe under him. 

“I like that you love me.” He practically purrs, “That you let me. That you want me.” 

“Kane,” You swallow, pleasure burning and threatening to pull you down at any moment. 

“I like that you’re going to come for me and then let me make you come again.” He watches you with large, dark eyes, enraptured by your every moment. “I love you.” 

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Different

Shimmer Kane X f!Reader

Blurb 3 for Kinktober 2024 - Request by @steven-grants-world

NSFW below the cut - Period Sex/Blood Mentioned (nothing graphic) - Reader is not race coded

Words: 743

You were still getting adjusted to your new life with your…‘husband.’

To say things were awkward would be an understatement. Things were downright uncanny. He was very distant, often not even meeting your gaze. When he did look at you, sometimes it felt like he stared a little too intensely.

“What?” you asked him, furrowing your brow in concern. “Are you–”

“You smell different,” he commented, eyes raking over your body.

You felt like you were completely naked, despite having the blankets pulled up nearly to your chin. His hand cupped the swell of your breast beneath the covers, slowly moving down to rest on your lower abdomen. He hummed, rubbing his thumb over the small bit of exposed skin there.

“You feel warmer than usual,” he said quietly, pulling back the comforter.

“Kane, what are you–”

“You’re bleeding,” he mentioned as if it were an unusual occurrence. “Are you hurt?”

You sat up on your elbows and looked down between your legs, groaning and shaking your head,

“No,” you grumbled, for a second more concerned with the fact that your stark white sheets were ruined than with the fact that Kane didn’t know what a period was. “Damn it.”

Kane’s breathing became heavy, the smell of iron filling his nostrils and his arousal growing quickly. He tucked his finger in the waistband of your panties, pulling them off.

“Thanks, but I can take care of it. Why are you acting so weird?” You asked, swatting his hand away.

He pulled his hand back for a second, but then grabbed your arm, pinning it against the mattress as he inspected the space between your legs.

“It’s my period, Kane,” you said, a hint of irritation apparent in your tone. “Happens every month. Causes me to be moody and crampy? I bleed for a week? Ring a bell?”

Kane’s face was concentrated, as if he still didn't understand. His hand rested on your stomach again, and he closed his eyes.

“I can help,” he said after a few silent seconds.

He slid out of his pants, positioning himself between your legs. You put your hands on his chest in protest.

“Kane, that’s not going to help. It’s–”

He slid into your wet heat with a shaky breath, looking down at you with his mouth hung open. You felt it immediately, the relief spread over your whole body. You’d had sex on your period with Kane before, this wasn’t revolutionary, but it felt different. Something about him had changed so much since he’d come back from that expedition.

“Fuck,” you whispered, “oh that’s good.”

Kane knew it was good, he could feel it too. Whenever your bodies were connected he could feel what you needed. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew when he’d touched you that this would help. He rocked his hips at a steady pace, dragging his length against every inch of your fluttering walls.

“Is this helping?” he asked, breaths coming in short and shallow.

“Yes,” you cried out, “yes-Kane-fuck!”

Your words of encouragement spurred him on, making his thick cock twitch inside your hot core. He’d fucked you several times since coming back from the border, but he’d never felt you like this before. Your cunt was so soft, so warm. He squeezed your hip, leaning down to close his mouth over yours in a messy kiss.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, kissing you again.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply, hungrily sliding his tongue past your lips. You moaned into his mouth, hands reaching up to grab onto his thrusting hips. You pulled back to let a breath pass between you both before he was kissing you more.

“Mm, Kane…Kane I’m gonna–fuck!”

Kane’s lips traced across your jawline to your ear.

“Come,” he said, his tone somewhere between begging and a demand.

You arched your back, feeling his cock reach the deepest parts of you before your mouth was hung open, moans filling the room with every wave of your orgasm. You held onto him like a lifeline, toes curling and body going numb for what felt like an eternity. Kane’s body seized, a searing hot gush spilling into your core as he filled you so full that his spend spilled out onto the bedding.

Once the fog in your minds cleared, and your combined heavy breaths slowed, you looked at him, kissing his nose.

“Thank you,” you whispered, sighing contentedly. “I feel so much better.”

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When you're reading a fanfic and suddenly the reader has a name

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for zakhaev

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YELLOWJACKETS | Season 3, Episode 10, “Full Circle”

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heavy is the head

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Worth the Wait

AN: While sick these past few weeks I binged all the X-Men movies. I’m late to the party I know. But I absolutely fell in love with Charles and Erik, and was shocked I couldn’t find many reader fics with them. Let alone poly fics. So I wrote this absolutely self indulgent and slightly pretentious fic to try and quench my thirst. Warning this is absolute filthy garbage, and normally I try to stay kinda gender neutral but when i say self indulgent. I mean it. Also first three way I’ve ever written.

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader x Erik Lensherr

Warnings: BDSM eliments, pre-established relationship, fem pronouns and pet names, rough sex, poly relationship, mlm, p in v sex, oral sex

Summary: Charles and Erik have their own ways of making up for their absence. 

Moments like this were greatly cherished by Charles. Where the sun had long dipped below the horizon and the thoughts around him quieted. Charles flipped the page of the novel, something french Erik had recommended, taking care not to disturb you. The weight of your body pressed into his lap and chest as you slept, soft breaths ghosting across his throat while he reveled in the peace. Times like this he wished would last forever, they wouldn’t, he knew. But they were the simultaneous reward and motivation for the chaos of your lives. Between saving the word and rearing the future faces of mutants, this comfort was often few and far between. Making every second sweeter than the next.

Charles and Erik had been gone to D.C for weeks, peace summits and meetings that would nearly bore you to death. So he hadn’t been surprised after the ‘welcome party’ had let up and he’d finally dropped onto the couch with his book that you had soon crawled into his arms. He wasn’t surprised when you dozed off either. Charles was aware you never slept well alone. He felt guilt at the thought, even if you never complained. Though he couldn’t deny the enjoyment of you soft and dozing against him like a kitten. 

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Makarov's ''Sea Devil'' tattoo~

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Agatha + breaking the 4th wall

AGATHA ALL ALONG | 1.09

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Black tie

Masterlist

Pairing:Agent 47 x Female!Reader

Prompt:J Jealousy

“You got it?”

“Yes,we've gone over the plan like five times. Let's go” you made sure your weapons were in place and that you had your tools with you. You could tell he didn't want you on this mission for whatever reason,but you were assigned the mission anyway.  The mission involved getting into some secret party that was a cover for a group to sell information about undercover agents. The mission consisted of two parts:take out the leaders of the auction and erase the data. You walked in your arms around his,the party was full of people. He pulled you closer to him. 

“We should finish this up,quickly” his grip on you suddenly got tighter around your arm 

"What?" you whispered. 

“Be quick”

“I'll meet you at the bar when I'm done” your portion of the mission went by quickly,you erased the information and made your way to the bar. The second you sat down a drink was placed in front of you. “I didn't order this” the bartender gestured to a man on your right. He stood up and walked over to you,but suddenly stopped and turned to walk away. Reaching out for the glass you noticed a ring on your finger that you were sure you weren't wearing earlier,but you knew exactly who could put it there without you noticing. A few minutes later 47 had sat down next to you. “Now I understand why you didn't want me on this mission,you're so jealous”

“I am not jealous,I just couldn't have you be distracted”

“So I guess you wouldn't mind if I took it off now that we're done” he immediately stopped you,his hand covering yours. “You are so jealous. Fine I'll keep wearing it” he put his arm around you. “Should we leave?” you asked.

“Not just yet,we still have time” He gestured to the bartender,who poured another two drinks. 47 pushed the previous drink away from you. 

“So much for not being distracted” You rolled your eyes. 

“Technically we're not distracted since you're done” You rolled your eyes once again.

“Well since we're done” You picked up your drink “We still have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves before reporting back” 

“What are you suggesting?” 

“I think you know exactly what,come on let's dance” 

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